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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years ago
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Cuddling
Summary — Preferences for JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Kiara Carrera, Pope Heyward, and Sarah Cameron from Outer Banks!
Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Literally just a bunch of fluff!
Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,194. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).
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jj maybank
a good home life isn’t something jj knows much about. he often finds himself staying at john b’s place. and even though he knows his best friend would never kick him out, he still has a habit of leaving after a night or two. when it came to your house, however, jj didn’t give a shit. he’d happily overstay his welcome if it meant he got to spend some extra time with you. he sneaks through your window in the middle of the night. (even though he’s told you to lock it about a million times by now.) as soon as he’s inside, he slips out of his clothes. he’s eventually left in a pair of dark briefs as he secretly thanks you for buying a small night light just so he could see in the darkness whenever he came in. he can tell you stayed up a little too late. you’re lying on your back with your hand loosely clutching your phone that sits on your stomach. jj can’t help but smile at the sight of you. he lifts the blankets so he can climb into the warmth of your bed. he quietly sits your phone aside before draping himself over you, nuzzling into your side. his head is tucked beneath your chin as one of his arms slides beneath your shirt, gently tracing over your skin with his calloused fingertips. the sensation of his warm palms brings you out of sleep. eyes still closed and heavy with dreams, you slowly begin combing your fingers through his blond hair. “wanna talk about it?” he tilts his head in order to layer a few kisses against your collarbones. he then hides his face against your neck, taking in your scent as he whispers, “not right now. go back to sleep, baby.”
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john b routledge
to say your boyfriend was ‘clingy’ would be an understatement. you were positive that if john b could literally glue himself to you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. he’s always in your space, desperate for every sliver of attention he can obtain. his attachment to you, however, comes out the most whenever he finally gets you alone. he’ll stumble into the château after a long day of work. having recently taken up mowing the lawns of some kooks, his tan has gotten deeper and his skin often glows with sweat. despite being exhausted, he still grins when he spots you on couch, quietly reading a book. he doesn’t hesitate to flop down on top of your legs. you can’t contain the grunt that escapes you as he shuffles upward, shoving his head beneath your book. he hovers over you with a bright smile, and asks, “can you scratch my back, babes?” goosebumps rise on your skin as he shoves his face against your neck and begins leaving a long trail of kisses. with a sigh, you close your book and put it aside, which is rather difficult due to the presence of your new, human version of a weighted blanket that now lies on top of you. john b shifts to where he rests between your legs rather than directly on top of them. impeccable timing, really, since they were already falling asleep beneath him. as he rests his cheek against your shoulder, your hands glide beneath the fabric of his shirt. he’s still warm from being in the north carolina sun all day. and he lets out a groan as you slowly begin scratching his back in a soothing motion, “feels good. i love you so much.” “love you too, john b.”
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kiara carrera
when it comes to parties, kie likes to stick by your side. the two of you sit with the other pogues, laughing around at a small bonfire on the beach and making fun of drunk tourons. kie sits on a driftwood log. you, meanwhile, take up a spot on the sand, sitting next to her legs. she smiles against her cup as you absentmindedly run your hands along one of her calves. you’re far too engrossed in a conversation with jj to realize what you’re doing. at least, that’s what kie assumed. the moment she attempts to get up, you’re tightening your grip and leaving jj to start drunkenly bothering john b, pope, and sarah. you look up at her with a small smile, “where are you going?” “getting another drink,” she chuckled, especially when you didn’t remove your hand. “do you wanna come with me?” like she even had to ask. you’re up and ready to go within mere seconds. she wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple, smiling at the way you refuse to let her go.
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pope heyward
when you first began dating, you had gotten a feeling that your boyfriend wasn’t necessarily a big pda guy. after a long talk about his boundaries, you ended up being right. pope can be shy at times, but that doesn’t bother you. it just means you have more chances to initiate affection, which you do a lot. he’d just prefer those moments to happen in private more often than not. he always welcomes you with a smile whenever you come over. his dad was working late, leaving the two of you alone for a date night. as pope cooks dinner, you wrap your arms around him from behind. he continues stirring with one hand while the other grasps tightly onto one of yours, pressing them into his stomach with a smile. he likes the way you hide your face against his back as he asks you about your day, especially when your replies are smothered by his shirt. he lifts your joined hands and kisses each of your knuckles gently. once he’s done, however, both of his hands are needed to chop up some vegetables, much to your disappointment. your palms glide over his stomach and hips. for a moment, pope thinks you’re trying to tickle him. he quickly finds himself grinning for a different reason instead. your hands slide lower until they can slip into the front pockets of his board shorts. you quietly mumble something that he’s unable to hear against his back. he glances over his shoulder at you with raised eyebrows, dimples showing in his cheeks, “hmm?” you meet his pretty brown eyes with a smile, “i said you’re the best.”
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sarah cameron
she likes spending time with you at the beach, spread out on a large picnic blanket. the two of you even have a special spot beneath a small cluster of trees that sit by the edge of the sand. as she rambles on about whatever stunts rafe had pulled recently, she snuggles into your side. the shade of the trees is what allows her to do so since they kept either of you from becoming too hot in the summer air. she’s tucked underneath your arm, smiling as one of your hands gently rubs her back. the other is in her grasp and she’s quietly intertwining your fingers with hers. “i just wish he’d get it together, ya know?” she mutters. “he never listens to me when i try to help him.” “yeah. your brother can be a real jerk sometimes.” “thank you!”
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nickeverdeen · 19 days ago
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Hi! Can I ask for male OBX characters walking in on their S/O changing?
Male Outer Banks characters walking in on their lover changing
JJ Maybank
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JJ walks in with his usual chaotic energy, stops dead in his tracks, and just stares for a second before realizing what’s happening
He’ll quickly cover his eyes with his hands but peeks through his fingers, joking, “I’m being respectful! Totally didn’t see anything.”
JJ does a dramatic spin to face the other way, arms wide, like he’s trying to give you privacy but still wants to be funny
He’ll leave the room but stick his head back in to say, “Let me know when I can come back!” before finally closing the door
Later, he apologizes in his own way, which usually means awkwardly trying to make it up to you with snacks or jokes
“If you need help picking an outfit, I’m available,”
While he plays it cool, he’s 100% thinking about how good you looked the whole time he’s teasing you
Blames you for no reason
“How was I supposed to know you’d be in the middle of changing? You could’ve shouted or something!”
He’ll casually wrap an arm around you later, as if the earlier incident never happened, but it’s just an excuse to be closer
If you tease him back, he’ll actually get a bit shy and avoid eye contact for a few minutes
“You’ll never guess what happened,” he tells John B later, laughing about the whole situation
After the incident, JJ makes a big show of knocking loudly
Once he’s done joking, JJ makes sure you’re not upset
John B Routledge
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John B quickly slams the door halfway closed, peeking around it awkwardly to apologize
He instinctively throws his hands over his face, muttering, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see anything!”
“I should’ve knocked—this is totally on me,”
He might stand there for a second too long, trying to process the situation before his brain kicks in to leave
Gets a bit playfully defensive
“Hey, you can’t blame me for this one! You should’ve locked the door!”
John B is respectful and leaves almost immediately, but you can hear him chuckling outside the door
“We’re cool, right? You’re not mad at me or anything?”
He starts loudly announcing, “Coming in!” every time he enters a room after that
Even if he acts cool, his mind replays the moment all day, making him blush when he thinks about it
He’ll sit on the porch later, wondering if he made you uncomfortable and how to make it right
He starts knocking on every door, even when it’s unnecessary, like when you’re in the kitchen
John B makes sure you know he didn’t mean to invade your privacy and promises to be more careful
Pope Hayward
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Pope’s face goes red instantly, and he stammers out, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” before slamming the door shut
He spends the next five minutes pacing outside the door, shouting apologies through it
Even after he leaves, his face stays red, and he avoids eye contact for the rest of the day
Pope knocks on your door every single time after that, even if you’re in the middle of talking to him
“Why didn’t I knock? I always knock! What’s wrong with me?”
He’s extra careful not to look at you for a while, worried you’re upset with him
Pope spends hours analyzing whether you’re mad, embarrassed, or fine with it
If you tease him about it, he’ll stammer and go bright red all over again
“I swear I wasn’t trying to, like, spy or anything. It was just bad timing!”
Pope becomes hyper-aware of your privacy, going out of his way to give you space
He genuinely feels terrible about the situation and checks in later to make sure you’re okay
Unlike JJ, Pope doesn’t tell anyone about the incident, not even the other Pogues
Rafe Cameron
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Rafe stops mid-step, his eyes widening as he realizes what’s happening, but he doesn’t look away fast enough
“Uh… I—wow—uh, sorry!” he stammers, quickly turning around but clearly flustered.
Even while apologizing, there’s a little smirk on his face because, well, he’s Rafe
He steps out of the room but keeps the door slightly ajar, peeking back in
Rafe tries to act casual, leaning against the doorframe afterward like it’s no big deal, though his ears are pink
He’ll later casually ask, “You mad at me for that, or are we good?” just to make sure you’re okay.
“Sorry… but maybe lock the door next time?”
Rafe takes his time leaving, pretending to adjust something in the room as an excuse to stay for a few extra seconds
He’ll be distracted for the rest of the day, replaying the moment in his mind with a small grin
If it’s just him and Topper, he might casually brag about it
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thosesillylittlegayghosts · 2 years ago
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Guess who FINALLY caved and started obx?
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wordsarelife · 4 months ago
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—the alchemy
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pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge reader
summary: you always had a thing for jj, while you thought he had a thing for kie. you couldn't have been more wrong..
warnings: none i think
notes: i have absolutely no clue how to play poker, so please don't grill me lmao
the water glistened, reflecting the afternoon sun. you dunked your feet inside, hanging from the bridge you were sitting on. it was lightly moving due to the waves beneath it.
you kept your eyes trained on the horizon, but looking at nothing in particular.
jj came running from the shore, sitting down beside you, letting his feet dangle into the water next to yours. "john b is making food"
"what could he possibly be making?" you smiled, clearly knowing that there wasn't much left in the pantry. you got through the day alright, thanks to both of you working, but you didn't buy any extraordinary things to make sure you had enough money to pay everything else.
“we’re having toast,” jj smirked, then paused for dramatic effect. “but we raided heyward’s for tomatoes, and kiara brought guac from her mom. so it’s fancy toast.”
“fancy toast! the ritz could never.” you hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them, but a smile crept up on your lips.
"what are you even doing out here alone?"
"i'm thinking"
"about your dad?" jj asked carefully. "you know I’m here if you need to spill. no judgment. not even if it’s super depressing.”
"thanks, i know" you were thankful that you had such great friends. people that were like family to you and always made sure you were alright, even if they didn't have much to give themselves, apart from kiara.
"are you going to surf the surge tomorrow?" jj changed the topic, interpreting your silence as answer enough.
"heard agatha's gonna be a bitch" you shrugged. "must be nice to lose a few unnecessary limbs"
"don't be ridiculous, i'm a pro" jj took the sunglasses off his head and pushed them on your nose instead. "are you coming or not?"
"i prefer not to" you giggled, slapping his hand away as he tried to readjust the rest of your apperance. "gonna look good for cps"
"they won't even make it out here, agatha will arrive too soon for that"
"well, then i should be thanking her, right?" you looked up to the sky, the sun still breaking through the slowly arriving clouds, but the darkness of them made it evident that it wouldn't take too long for the storm to arrive. "thanks aggy! sorry for calling you a bitch"
"if that isn't nice" jj grinned. "look at you! such a polite lady"
"told you i could behave better than you" you stood up and waited for him to do the same. "i'm pretty sure they just told you to go and get me not to wait out until they had finished the food, right?"
"caught me" jj shrugged. you knew him well enough to guess that he was trying to escape more work than necessary. "but it did take some time to find you. you weren't in the tower john b locked you in"
"oh, maybe i'm not as well behaved as we thought" you shrugged, following him back to the beach. "you need those sunglasses soon?" you liked the red tinted look of them. you had worn them before and you loved that they made you look like a hippie or vanessa hudgens going to coachella in 2014.
“keep ‘em,” jj shrugged, giving you an exaggerated once-over. “you look better in them anyway.”
you raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. “how much did these cost?”
jj spun around, pretending to be offended. “whoa, whoa! don’t insult me like that. i didn’t pay for them.”
you laughed. “you stole these?”
“they were like six dollars, okay? i stole them out of principle.” he wiggled his eyebrows like that somehow made sense.
you shook your head amused. “jj, that’s still stealing.”
“nah, see, i was planning on giving them to you for a while, so really, it was a selfless act. call it proactive gift-giving.”
jj’s face lit up, the trademark smirk in place as you walked side by side back toward the beach. he kicked at the sand a little, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was waiting for you to laugh again.
you could hear the others before you saw them—john b shouting something about the toast burning, and kiara’s voice cutting through with, “how do you even burn toast?!”
“so, what’s the plan after we survive this gourmet meal?” you asked, your tone only half-teasing.
jj rubbed his hands together with a glint in his eyes. “well, after we feast on fancy toast and whatever leftovers kiara’s mom sent, i was thinking… poker.”
“poker? don’t we always lose when we play with pope?”
“yeah, but he’s working today, so we have a chance.” jj wiggled his eyebrows as if this were the best news in the world.
you laughed, shaking your head. “so, your plan is to take all my money after i generously agree to participate in poker?”
jj’s smirk deepened. “well, since you’re wearing those shades, you’re bound to win. you’ve got that poker-face-hippie thing going on.”
you shrugged, pretending to think about it. “true. i could absolutely bluff the hell out of you all.”
he nodded seriously. “exactly. so really, it’s your civic duty to play.”
“civic duty,” you repeated, laughing. “sure, sure.”
"sit down, you two" kiara ancouraged when you walked onto the patio.
"where have you been that long?" john b questioned, looking at you suspiciously. "you're always sneaking around together"
"don't be ridicilous, b" you shook your head. "we were just watching the waves"
kiara and jj exchanged glances you didn’t quite understand. it made your nerves tweak to not know what they were hinting at.
“i bet it was a sight so see” kiara said softly, a smirk on her face.
jj nodded. “as always” he shrugged, his eyes still on her.
you had to try hard not to let your face distort into jealousy. you had had a crush on jj for as long as you could remember. and the two of you were close, but nothing ever really happened with your brothers best friend.
being in love with jj was confusing. most of the time, he treated you just like anyone else, acting completely normal. but then, out of nowhere, he'd start flirting, leaving you unsure of what to think.
even though you tried your best, the crush on the boy always resurfaced when he would flirt with you once more, keeping your hopes up.
the meal continued without anything happening and you found yourselves cleaning the table to play a few rounds of poker like jj had promised.
"looks like you're in a tough spot" he grinned.
kiara had put down her cards, while you were trying hard to keep a straight face, knowing you would probably lose.
you shrugged. "i don't see you putting down anything valuable, maybank"
"ohh" kiara and your brother hollored at the same time.
"well, let's see then" kiara nudged jj's shoulder.
the blonde smirked before he revealed his cards to you, flushing a street. "you've underestimated me, guys"
john b and you sighed simultaneously, accepting defeat as you threw your own cards in the middle. while jj was busy mixing the cards, kiara took a look at her phone.
"i think i better head out" she smiled, standing up from her chair. "my mother's gonna go crazy if i'm late again"
you played a few more rounds after the girl had left, john b and you losing to jj each time. you were sure he had gotten help from pope, knowing that his time would come.
john b threw down his cards after one more uneventful round. "i'm heading to bed" he nodded, pulling his snapback down, before he highfived jj and pressed a kiss to your hair. "don't stay up too late"
"night, b" you smiled as you watched after him.
"one more round?" jj giggled.
"i'm all out" you shrugged, pointing at the pile of money on the table in front of him.
"well, if i lose you can have all of it"
"this sounds almost too good" you muttered. "okay, what if i lose then?"
"you'll take off your shirt" he shrugged.
"jj!" you pushed a hand to your mouth, draining out the scream of outrage that threatened to errupt in the air between you.
"what?" jj smirked, looking up at you with wide blue eyes. "am i making you nervous?"
"not a chance," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering in your chest. jj's smirk widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes only growing as he shuffled the cards one more time.
"alright then," he said, dealing the cards smoothly. "prove it."
you glanced at your hand, trying to keep your expression neutral. jj's eyes flickered up to meet yours, watching you intently, and you couldn't tell if he was bluffing or not.
you took a deep breath and played the first card, trying to focus on the game instead of the way jj was watching you like a hawk.
the next few minutes were tense, each of you placing cards with care. it was almost suffocating.
"you're really dragging this out, you know that?" you muttered, glancing up at him.
jj just grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "patience, sweetheart. good things come to those who wait," he replied, his voice low and teasing. you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the slight tug at the corners of your mouth.
finally, it came down to the last card. you had one left in your hand, and so did jj. your eyes met, the room silent except for the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You hesitated for a split second, then threw down your card.
jj's eyes flickered to the table, his face breaking into a triumphant grin. he laid his final card down with a laugh.
"looks like i win," he drawled, his voice smug. your eyes widened as you stared at the cards, disbelief washing over you. how did he keep doing this?
"you've got to be cheating," you grumbled, pushing back from the table. jj laughed, the sound warm, filling the quiet night air around you.
"well, you agreed to do this" he shrugged, like he was completely in the right.
you looked at him without any expression on your face, before you sighed, your fingers dipping down to meet the material of your shirt, as you stood up.
jj's eyes widened at your movement, standing up at the same time. "it was a joke, y/n" he muttered quickly. "you don't have to do anything you don't want to"
you halted in your movement. "if you had won, would you have given me the money, like you promised?"
"of course" jj answered without so much as a thought.
your smile deepend, before your fingers gripped the hem of the shirt, pulling it over you head in a quick motion. revealed was your bikini top. the one jj had seen you in a million times, but still his eyes widened even further.
jj's mouth opened slightly, his usual cocky demeanor vanishing as he stared at you. he remembered seeing you in it before, but this still felt different. maybe it was the intimacy of the dimly lit patio, or the way you stood before him now, your eyes steady and unwavering. you had called his bluff, and he was utterly speechless.
"see?" you said, trying to keep your voice light despite the rapid thudding of your heart. "no big deal. just a bikini, jj."
he swallowed hard, finally snapping out of his daze. "right," he said, his voice cracking slightly. he cleared his throat, his gaze darting away before quickly finding its way back to you. "just a bikini."
you walked around the table, pushing yourself between him and the discarded chair. "this can't really be the reason you're so uneasy"
you tried to read the emotion on his face, but he just looked at you, at a loss for words. you softly pushed your hand to rest against his chest. your eyes widened in surprise. "your heart is racing" you declared with a soft whisper.
"yeah" jj finally found his words. "you're so close"
you looked up at him, surprised at what he was hinting at. "i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable" you tried to step back, but his hand shot out, holding you in place by your elbow.
"jj" you muttered, your voice barely audible. you could feel your heart beat just as fast as his did.
"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" jj's voice was soft and tender, like he was trying not to disrupt the calmness of the moment.
"no" you sighed, unsure. he came closer, your noses were almost touching. his eyes were ready to close, not far from kissing you. your voice rung out before he could do anything of that sort. "what about kie?"
"what?" jj blinked in surprise, stepping backwards.
"what about kie?" you repeated a little bit louder.
"what about her?" jj laughed, before he saw the confusion in your eyes.
"i thought there was something—“
"between me and kie?" he smiled, shaking his head. "well only that she knew about my crush on you"
"you have a crush on me?"
"i thought it was kinda obvious" he pointed a finger between the both of you. "can i please finally kiss you now, routledge?"
you smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest at his confession. "of course" you watched him step closer once more, before you grinned. "but what about—?"
"—oh would you shut up now?" he pushed his lips against yours, drowning out your giggle as your smile touched his mouth like it was supposed to.
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obxsummer · 25 days ago
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good things fall apart // ghost of you
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pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader
summary: post-pogue reunion calls for campfire conversations, more walking, and PhDs in thiefology. jj asks you about your wishes and a near mercenary encounter has you on the run again (to no surprise ever).
warnings: usual obx drama, nothing too exciting
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“I think next time we take a trip, we should maybe plan ahead.”
John B’s obvious statement made you burst into laughter. The lot of you were crowding around the campfire that was still trucking along through the day and night, conversation flowing to pass the time as you tried to come up with a game plan on your next move.
You were settled against JJ’s chest, his legs caging you in on each side as you leaned into him. His arms hung loosely around your chest and his back pressed into a log that he and Pope had managed to roll up the dune and situate as a seating option for your temporary setup. Neither of you wanted to separate from the other for as long as you could, so you kept close. 
“We can stay in a hotel next time,” Sarah offered, smiling brightly at the idea. “Preferably one with a shower.”
Kie’s face turned up in disgust. “Oh yeah, I smell awful.”
“I smelled myself today,” John B grimaced in reaction. It was no secret you guys needed fresh clothes and a hot shower for sure.
“You’re not the only one who smelled you,” Sarah added, pinching the boy in his side as the group laughed with her.
Rhythmically, JJ’s fingers moved back and forth on your arm, the motion lulling you to sleep. “Hey, uh, you know what’s a good name for a baby? JJ.”
You rolled your eyes at his words but didn’t stop the small smile forming on your face. “The last thing we need are two of you running around.”
“What baby?” Cleo asked, eyeing you particularly. You shook your head slightly, letting your eyes drift to Sarah as a hint. 
The blonde girl was much more enthusiastic to share the news, having come to terms on her own with it. She reached out for John B, gripping his fingers with hers as realization fell across Pope’s face. “No freaking way.”
“A Poguelet?” Cleo asked with a huge smile on her face, sitting up in Pope’s arms as the couple descended into chaos.
“You?” Pope pointed at Sarah but he was staring at John B in shock. “You’re gonna be a freaking dad!”
Your brother’s arms went up in the air in celebration. “I’m gonna be a dad.”
“A little baby!” Cleo scrambled out of Pope’s embrace to press her ear against Sarah’s stomach dramatically, like she would be able to hear anything. Her lips continued to move as she spoke into Sarah’s dress, promising that she would be the favorite aunt if she had anything to do with it. You laughed at the sight, snuggling closer into JJ who was happy to tighten his hold on you. 
“You’re so ill equipped for that!”
“I know, but it’s totally okay!”
“Congrats, holy shit!”
Your gaze moved slightly to the left where Rafe was lounging. It was hard to miss that he kept glancing over and it was even harder to admit that you kinda felt bad that he was finding out about Sarah’s pregnancy in this way. 
You couldn’t imagine if John B found out you were pregnant from an overheard conversation and not you directly telling him. Which, sore subject and all, but your opinion still stood. 
You sighed, biting your lip in consideration before shifting out of JJ’s warm grip. He looked up at you expectantly. “Be right back, okay?”
He nodded, accepting the small kiss you gave him before you stepped away from the group to sit in front of Rafe. Not too close, of course, but enough that only the two of you would hear. Your fingers tugged at your lip and you contemplated how to even begin the conversation. 
There was a lot more to your “relationship” with Rafe than the two of you even noticed. Despite all of the hard feelings and trauma, you were both broken souls that were laid bare to the other at some point in time. Rafe didn’t realize it, but he’d spilled more of his deepest darkest thoughts to you when you were at their house. He found comfort in that. And whether you realized it or not, you’d been at your lowest in his presence, even if he was part of the cause. 
“Um, thank you. For what you did earlier,” You started, your fingers picking at your shorts. “I’d probably be fish food if it wasn’t for you.”
Rafe glanced over at Sarah, a moment of silence passing before he answered. “Yeah, I uh, things might be different right now with me and Sarah but I didn’t want to stand by knowing I could’ve prevented that for someone else.”
The answer caught you off guard slightly. Rafe’s relationship with Sarah was not a good one, in any way, shape, or form. Maybe at one point it had been, but you’d yet to see it. It had only gotten worse since she’d returned with John B and when Rafe found out Ward had died, he’d been downright cruel to her. 
Sarah had done her best to talk to him, especially when Rose declined all of her calls and Wheezie’s number was suddenly no longer available. She was rightfully scared of Rafe and his unpredictable anger, which had ended most of their conversations before they even happened. 
“I can’t speak for her, but I think she would appreciate you trying to talk to her… in a calm manner,” You emphasized and looked at him pointedly. 
Rafe rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly. “Yeah, well she should’ve thought about that before she let Dad die. She chose John B, that was her decision, not mine.”
You didn’t say anything, knowing it wasn’t your place to explain what happened in El Dorado. It wasn’t like Rafe would understand anyway, since he didn’t seem to listen to anyone but himself. You were trying. Despite the screaming feeling in your chest that wanted you to run, you were trying. If you didn’t make peace with what happened, it would continue to have a hold on you. Not saying Rafe deserved (or would receive) any forgiveness, but acceptance was part of the grieving process and you owed yourself freedom from it all. 
“Rafe, look at me.”
He nearly winced at the authority your tone held, the sound unfamiliar to him when it came from you. He looked up to see you staring at him with what he assumed was sympathy. You, sympathizing with him after all he’d done. 
“Your dad is not here anymore, and I know that’s hard to deal with. Trust me. But his hold over you, the way he manipulated you, it left with him. You don’t have to do anything for him. In fact, everything you do now, is for yourself. Just… think about that, okay?”
You didn’t leave room for conversation after that and returned to JJ, feeling much lighter than you had in a long time.
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Sometimes, it felt like all you guys did was walk. Or run, you were always running from something, too. And you know what, it was getting really annoying. Crossing the dunes of Morocco wasn’t on your bucket list at all, and the beating sun wasn’t helping in the slightest. 
You were trying to keep a positive attitude, but man, today was not your day.
“Look, all is not lost. Like, we got a bead on Groff, and he can lead us to the crown. Happily ever after, right?” JJ theorized as the two of you walked hand in hand, your arms swinging slightly between you as the group followed in your footsteps. 
You nearly laughed, “Oh, someone woke up on the right side of the bed today, huh?”
JJ rolled his eyes, playfully pushing into your side and nearly knocking you over before he pulled back on your hand to keep you upright. A shocked gasp left your mouth as you lost your footing before he stabilized you again, a laugh bubbling from his throat.
“Asshole,” You joked, bumping your hip with his.
“Hey,” He whined in faux annoyance. “You love me.”
You paused in your walk to face him. “You’re so lucky I do.” Shifting on your toes, you kissed him slowly, ignoring the complaints from your friends as JJ flipped them off in response. It was hard not to dismiss everything that had happened in the past 48 hours when you were all here, together and alive, safe and sound.
As long as everyone made it out of this, you could keep moving forward, one step at a time.
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The walk across the dunes continued for what felt like hours (and likely was), before civilization came into view. Essaouira, Pope explained, was a major port city for Morocco. The landscape was a crowded one, with building after building stacked next to the other. 
“What’s the plan here?” You asked, glancing back at your brother who was keeping Sarah close with her evident exhaustion. Everyone was dehydrated, sore, tired, and in need of a refresher. 
“We locate the wharf and find Groff, yeah? That’s all we gotta do,” JJ said as you guys walked through the tunnel that opened into the bustling town, people flooding in all directions. 
Your eyes widened at the surplus of individuals moving about and you turned to JJ to see his shocked expression. “That might be a little harder than we thought.”
Pope scoffed next to you, his expression unamused. “You think?”
JJ’s grip on your hand tightened before he took the step into the crowd and you reached your other hand back to grab ahold of Cleo’s, determined to keep the group together as you weaved your way through. 
It was overwhelming as the voices blended together, people shouting at you for money or items, hands grabbing on to your clothing before Cleo smacked them away with a disgruntled disapproval. 
“Babe, we gotta get out of here,” You huffed as someone else bumped into you causing you to stumble into JJ’s back. 
Pope must’ve overheard because he was suddenly taking the lead, JJ following in step with him to get out of the chaos to somewhere quieter. It didn’t take long before you found yourself staring up at a large statue of a man with a menacing sword, the stone carved with delicate details.
“Yo, that Murat,” Pope explained as everyone came to a stop. “The Barbary pirate. That’s the guy Groff was telling us about.”
“Holy shit,” John B mumbled as he looked up at the statue. “That’s him, the one who made the map to find the crown.”
“Which might be closer than we think. Let’s go.” JJ started following the path again which unfortunately was taking you all back into another crowded space. 
The heat was almost nauseating at this point and you hoped there would be a good opportunity to take a break here soon.
Apparently, Sarah was feeling the same way as John B eased her down on a nearby ledge. She was obviously pale and not feeling well. You separated from JJ as the group stopped walking and crouched next to the blonde girl. Your hands moved quickly to pull her hair off her neck and up into a bun, twisting a hair tie from your wrist to keep it out of her face. 
“Nauseous?” You asked with a knowing feeling. Nobody had really eaten a sustainable meal since you left Poguelandia, just snacks and bits of cooked fish that you’d caught. It wasn’t a surprise she didn’t feel good.
She barely nodded, letting out a deep breath and resting her head on the stone wall behind her. “Really nauseous.”
You looked at John B and almost laughed at the stress on his face. “Bee, she’s fine. Just needs some food and water, okay?”
John B nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced.
“Everything okay?” Kie asked as she hovered over you. 
“No-”
“I’m fine,” Sarah spoke over John B’s reply, her stubborn attitude peeking out as she made eye contact with you. You gave her a reassuring nod, hand resting on her shoulder as John B’s fingers brushed through her hair.
Turning, you looked up at JJ. “She needs something to eat and water.”
“Good luck with that, we don’t have any money,” Pope commented before Cleo glared at him and smacked his shoulder in reprimand.
“Don’t be so negative,” She hissed at him before addressing you again. “We can do it the old fashioned way.”
“A little five finger discount?” JJ followed her idea, his fingers waving teasingly. “I got my PhD in Thiefology.”
You shook your head at him, not necessarily pleased with the idea but realizing there really was no other option. “Guys, please be careful okay? We’re not in the States and-”
You were cut off by a $100 bill being shoved in your face.
Blinking in shock, you looked up to see Rafe holding out the crisp bill with an unamused look on his face. When you didn’t move to grab it, he gave you a pointed look and waved it slightly. “Baby steps?”
You nodded slightly, unsure what caused his sudden change but appreciating it nonetheless. Shock wearing off, your fingers pinched the money gently and he pulled back, resuming his uninterested appearance and stepping away from the group. Sarah looked at you, confused, to which you could only shrug. 
You let out a deep breath and offered the money back to Pope. “Essentials, yeah? The more the better.”
Money in hand, Pope nodded and recruited JJ, Kie, and Cleo to come with him. 
“Just hurry up with whatever dumb shit you guys do, alright?” Rafe called as your brother joined the group heading into the market, leaving you with Sarah. Apparently his momentarily kindness was spent as he yelled at them. 
You gave him a sharp glare to which he raised his hands in surrender, walking away to entertain himself for the time being. With a sigh, you put your attention back on Sarah, who was already looking at you. “What?”
“Are you okay?” She asked with a knowing look on her face. “Talking to him?”
You shrugged. “It’s fine. It doesn’t help any of us if we’re tiptoeing around each other the whole time. So I tried to talk to him about it last night. Obviously, it didn't work fully but we’re getting there.” 
“Baby steps?” She repeated his words and you nodded.
Shrugging off your backpack, you tried to find any snacks within the mess of first aid supplies and JJ’s obnoxiously long charger cord (not that he needed that anymore, considering his phone was at the bottom of the ocean). Your fingers caught hold of a water bottle and you cracked it open for Sarah to drink.
She sipped slowly and closed her eyes to rest against the wall, her body finally beginning to cool off from the hike and beating sun. It didn’t take long before your group was back together, various food and clothing bundled in their hands.
Pope took your backpack to fill with the remainder of the items after passing them out, including some to Rafe who took them with a grunt of thanks. You bit into the fresh fruit aggressively, nearly devouring it in record timing.
Once everyone had eaten, you were moving again, weaving through the throngs of people in the direction of what you hoped would lead you to the wharf. 
“I think we lost Rafe,” Cleo commented as the group slowed and sure enough, the elder Cameron was nowhere to be seen.
“It’s fine, he’ll catch up,” Sarah dismissed with a wave of her hand, figuring if anything he left on his own with the intent of finding Groff without waiting on you all. “He probably has his passport, anyway. Better him than us.”
You nodded in agreement with her words, figuring Rafe would’ve prepared for this trip better than you all and considering he had a shit ton of money with him, he’d be fine. “Agree.”
“Where we going?” Kiara asked, her eyes falling on Cleo as she held the fresh clothes in her hands. She was itching to change and get the ruined fabric off her body. Plus, you all stood out like sore thumbs and switching outfits would help blend.
“Here.” John B waved you all over to an empty hut. “You guys go first, we’ll switch.”
You ducked inside with Cleo, Sarah, and Kie to change quickly before the boys swapped spots and you all continued on your journey to the wharf. The new attire was much more comfortable, and although still unfamiliar, you felt more in place than before. 
Eventually, you found yourself staring across hundreds of boats all packed in the tiny marine area. 
“Groff was on Hollis’s boat, so look for something fancy,” JJ offered as he scanned the vicinity for the familiar yacht. “I mean, it’s gotta be here. This is the only wharf in town.”
“I don’t know about no fancy boat, but that’s Terrance’s boat,” Cleo spoke up, her finger pointed across the way to one of the vessels that was docked. 
Pope wasn’t so convinced. “Are you sure?”
Cleo turned to him, unamused. “I grew up on that boat, man. I’d know that boat anywhere.”
“If his boat’s here, the Corsairs are here,” You added and crossed your arms over your chest. “Which also means Groff’s here.”
“And the one who killed Captain T.” Cleo smirked at the idea, her fingers already tracing the handle of her knife on her side.
“No lights, no motion. My vote is we go, see if we can use anything,” Kie said with a shrug.
You nodded in agreement and JJ took a step forward to move on before rushed disagreements fell from the others.
“No, wait. Not you. They know what you two look like,” Pope pointed to you as JJ stopped in his tracks. “Somebody else needs to go.”
“They know what half of us look like,” You countered. “Which leaves-”
“I’ll do it.”
You turned with wide eyes to Sarah, who’d spoken up. “What?”
She shrugged, confused by everyone’s reactions. “I’ll do it,” She repeated and rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, I can do things.”
“I believe you,” John B was quick to agree, though his tone said otherwise. 
“They don’t know what I look like. I’ll do it, I can do it.”
“I’m coming with you!” He called to the blonde girl before pointing at you as he started to walk. “Don’t do anything stupid!”
You chuckled as John B took off after her to catch up, mumbling to himself in the process. The rest of you quickly agreed to keep an eye out, you and JJ claiming the high ground (JJ copied Obi Wan, don’t you fret) which left Cleo, Pope, and Kie to monitor down below. 
“Not quite our dream vacation, huh?” You joked as you followed JJ up the path so you could gain a better view. 
JJ scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe. Warm weather, interesting views, an unfamiliar location. Sounds dreamy to me.”
You rolled your eyes at his wording. “Sure. Interesting views my ass. I love looking at stray animals and getting slammed into for trying to walk from Point A to Point B. And there’s no time for me and you.”
“Hey, rumour has it, if you find the Blue Crown, you get a wish,” He offered as you guys came to a stop up on a bridge. 
You leaned against the stone to face him with a smirk. “Oh, is that what they say now?” You asked, feigning your obliviousness. 
JJ shrugged, closing the gap between you with each step closer. “It’s the legend, after all,” He hummed, his thumb resting on your lip gently before he leaned down to kiss you. “I’ll wish for us to go on the best vacation ever, how ‘bout that? No interruptions… just me and my soon-to-be wife.”
The title made you shiver and you laughed quietly, eyes closing as you kissed him again with a satisfied hum. JJ’s fingers squeezed your sides gently as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Your back dug into the stone behind you, not that you were paying attention in the slightest to it.
“Let’s hear it, pretty girl. What’s your wish?” He asked quietly, his eyes staring into yours with interest. 
You smiled at him and shook your head. “If I tell you, it’s not gonna come true.”
JJ forced a pout into his lip when you wouldn’t play along. “But I shared mine!”
Shaking your head, you kissed him again, nearly folding when he bit your lip gently. “You’d vote for a truck, babe. Suspension, LED, nice rims. All the bells and whistles.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter if you’re not going to be in the passenger seat.”
You tilted your head at him. “Who said my name won’t be stitched in the seat in the first place?”
The two of you were blissfully unaware of what was going on behind you until JJ’s eyes drifted for a split second and he caught sight of someone familiar. “Hey, that’s one of the Corsairs that kidnapped me and brought me on the ship.”
You frowned when you caught sight of the man he was referring to. JJ moved quickly, taking the spare pipe he’d found to bang on the cannon that was there for show, the noise echoing around you. Pope looked up, before knocking on the barrel with the ore Cleo had found for their use.
Their attempt at signaling John B and Sarah was interrupted by Arabic chanting across the space. Tilting your head in confusion, you looked over at JJ, who was clearly annoyed.
“It’s the call to prayer,” He answered your unspoken question. 
It didn’t settle right in your chest that you had no way of alerting John B and Sarah of the man’s presence and you definitely needed to act quickly to fix it. Pope and Cleo stared back at you before you groaned to yourself. Kie, however, had different plans and explained something to the duo near her before giving you a thumbs up.
“What’s she doing?” You asked the rhetorical question, watching as the curly haired girl maneuvered her way through the crowd and purposefully bumped into the mercenary you were watching. When her hand landed on his arm, your jaw dropped. “Oh, shit.”
“Flirting with danger, nice move Kie,” JJ spoke quietly, keeping his head ducked down slightly so he was harder to see. You lounged above, trying to act as subtle as possible while keeping a close eye on your friend. 
Noticing the call to prayer had ended, Pope grabbed the ore to bang against the empty barrel, the sound bouncing its way around the area and hopefully reaching John B and Sarah.
“There they are!” You said as you caught sight of the couple moving about on the boat. Kie started waving her arms wildly as the mercenary began to leave her, clearly not buying her distraction any longer. “Shit, J, let’s go!”
You darted down the path you’d taken up here, taking the turns as fast as you could to get to your brother faster. JJ apparently wasn’t satisfied with your speed and moved around you. “Be careful!”
“I know!”
You watched, horrified, as he grabbed another nearby ore and managed to collide with the mercenary, causing the gunshot to miss completely. JJ winced shortly after, his hand grabbing his side and you cursed yourself for not even thinking about fixing his injury when he’d showed up on the beach yesterday. 
“Kie!” You called out for your friend as you ran over to JJ who was scooping the discarded gun off the ground. Pope was heading in the direction of Sarah and John B, but Cleo was nowhere to be found. Kiara accepted your hug instantly, her hands shaking with adrenaline as the two of you caught up to JJ. 
The question of Cleo’s location was answered with a car horn as the girl came flying around the bend in an open air truck. You laughed at her timing, all of you meeting and practically falling into the car with zero coordination.
“How did you get this?” Pope asked as he flung into the seat next to her. 
“I stole it!”
A scream almost slipped out as she took off and you nearly fell into Kiara completely, the two of you trying to balance with the sharp motion. JJ was on your other side, yelling at Cleo to floor it as if she wasn’t speeding already. 
When you made it out of the crowded wharf area, you breathed a sigh of relief and moved forward to shove your head between your brother and Sarah. “You guys okay?” You asked, your hand squeezing the back of John B’s neck. You nearly gagged at the sweat on his skin and wiped your hand off on his shirt with a huff.
“We’re okay, we’re okay,” Sarah repeated as she tried to catch her own breath, her fingers tangled with John B’s on the seat between them.
Sliding back into your seat, you whistled at the events that just occurred. “This is only the beginning, y’all. Hope you’re ready.”
JJ laughed next to you, his arm coming to rest across your shoulders to pull you into his side so he could kiss your temple. 
“Let’s do this shit.”
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a/n: sorry she's a lil short but we're goin into the craziness 🥴
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luvzxr · 13 days ago
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Little Pougie
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I'm gonna try to make this a little more formatted but I also enjoy writing these little notes for the chapter so I can interact with people!
Summery; In which fem!reader is the little sister to John B Routledge. Sweet, gentle and innocent. The complete opposite to JJ Maybank but he finds himself falling for her and he can't stop himself doing so.
Pairing; Fem!reader x JJ Maybank
Word Count; 2,473
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04. Safe and Sound
"He didn't hurt you, right (Y/n/n)?"
JJ didn't want to seem too obsessive for his own good. He didn't want to confuse the poor girl as to why he was suddenly so frantic- she just went through what he could only imagine was pure hell and here he was causing more stress for her. But he couldn't help it; that was what he was turning into.
He needed to know that she was okay. That was his priority. He didn't know how long this had been going on before he walked in or if the scumbag had ever touched her way before the previous events.
JJ just beat the man senseless for simply having (Y/n) in his grasp. He should have killed him, no one would miss scum like that. He almost scoffed at the thought he let the man off easy, but he couldn't commit murder in the middle of Mr. Carrera's restaurant.
All (Y/n) could do was nod lightly.
He lost control- Right in front of her. The violence he condemned inside of him was now all out on the table and he could see just by how soft her voice was, the way she refused to look him in the eye, or the way she couldn't say a word to him that she was terrified.
He gulped, murmuring lowly, "come with me, Pougie. Please?" placing his hand on her arms, holding them firmly. His eyes bored into her own.
She seemed hesitant. She wanted to leave and be anywhere but here- she wanted to go home, but going home with JJ is what currently caused a mental battle between herself. The boy had just let lose years' worth of rage out onto the poor bastard who made the first attempt to scramble to his feet after a brutal beating, and Sophie practically saved his life from ending.
"Princess," JJ softly spoke, bringing his index finger to lift up her chin, "I would never hurt you."
"I know," her voice was small. She had no reason to fear JJ- he was protecting her, just like he always had and she knew that.
"Come on."
JJ's home was roughly the same size as her own; small but it would do. She found comfort in the mess inside considering she had to deal with it at her own home, so it hadn't made much of a difference.
She had been to his place countless times with John B but had never stayed the night due to the simple fact that JJ preferred to stay with them, for obvious reasons- That being back when his father was still on the Island, of course. As for now, (Y/n) wasn't too sure why he still chose to stay with her and JB- not that she didn't mind- but, he had the place all to himself now.
Empty glass bottles and aluminum cans littered the place, not a single spot wasn't covered by an empty bottle or can that once was filled to the brim with a certain beverage. The place looked completely discarded, which made sense- he didn't necessarily live here, he'd just stop by to pick up whatever he may have needed and leave again.
(Y/n) hadn't forgotten about the numerous altercations she'd witnessed over the years. The beatings JJ had taken right in front of her eyes. And she hadn't forgotten about the hundreds of bruises that formed all over his body afterward.
Over time, the girl slowly grew to despise the older man.
Perhaps 'despise' wasn't a strong enough word to use. She felt she wasn't being cynical enough. His father had no clue just how special his son was- he never gave JJ the chance to show his full potential.
JJ was a quick-tempered and erratic man, hell would break loose around him. Punches would be thrown, blood would be shed and, someone would be twitching and writhing on the floor. That was just part of who JJ was which often seemed to be the only part of him that others noticed, But he had another side to him. The side where he'd take liability for someone else's mistake, and he'd take the downfall because he felt he'd end up in jail sometime down the line, anyways.
He had an overwhelming amount of loyalty to the ones he loved. He'd take the dodged bullet without a single second thought. He'd fight for the things he felt closest to because that's all he had left to fight for. He had nothing to lose.
JJ also held onto the part of him where he knew how to make a bad situation something worth celebrating. He knew how to have a good time, and he knew how to make sure others had just as much of a good time. He was a goofball, something that (Y/n) took an immediate interest in.
"Sorry the place is a wreck," JJ apologized. He didn't know what else to really say because a part of him felt embarrassed. The place looked like the inside of a dumpster- smell and all. He didn't have the time to clean up beforehand because he didn't think they'd have to be staying at his place for the night.
He threw what he could away at the last minute into a large trash bag, wiping his arm smoothly across the coffee table- bottles and cans tipping over and tumbling into the bag. Eventually, he discarded the bag in the kitchen before returning back to the living area.
(Y/n) was placed on the couch, knees tucked to her chest. She was still quite shaken up from the previous encounter she had at her work with the creepy, old man. If JJ hadn't shown up a second later than he did, she wasn't sure if she'd safely be in his care or if she would have been dragged off the property in the grasp of the other man.
"(Y/n)?" JJ's voice was low, jaw clenched in order to bite back a more harsh, but natural sound. It wasn't his fault that his voice was much more deeper and intimidating. He didn't want to make the girl more timid than she probably already felt. His hand was placed gently on her shoulder.
"Hm?"
"Are you... okay?"
He wasn't too sure if this was a bad time to ask, for it was only moments ago she was put in a situation that no woman should ever be put in. He wanted her to open up, and maybe he could get her to. Or maybe he'd get the cold shoulder just like he would do himself whenever someone tried to get him to open up. And in hindsight, he didn't know (Y/n) and she didn't know him. Not properly, that is.
And even though he was the very person who defended her, he wasn't going to take that as an invitation to push past her boundaries.
(Y/n) shook her head no, turning to look at him, and rested her cheek against his hand that still rested promptly on her shoulder.
He shook his head before all together letting it drop and hang. feeling hopeless.
He failed her. He failed John B. That promise he made to protect the girl when John B could not. Over the years he made an internal promise to himself that he'd watch over the girl as long as she was on the Island and he wouldn't let a single soul handle her the way she was handled tonight, and he failed.
"I'm so sorry, Pougie. I... I should have been there sooner. If I had been there sooner then none of this would of happened and you'd be okay," He took careful steps around the couch toward her small figure. Guilt was evident but oblivious to how to express it.
"JJ-"
"I could of prevented it altogether," He gulped, taking his seat next to her. His head shook side to side endlessly.
"JJ-"
"You would of been okay,"
"JayJ-"
"I shouldn't have been so careless-"
He felt soft, gentle hands cup his face, "JJ! For once in your life; don't blame yourself."
JJ's head shot up, shoulders relaxing once his gaze landed on the soft smile of the girl sat in front of him. Sometimes he wondered how she could be so happy after traumatic situations.
"You saved me, and for that, I'm very grateful,"
JJ found his disheartened expression slipping into a small smile. She was so soft and gentle with not only her words; but her touch as well. She knew all the right ways to ease his racing mind.
They had yet to find out more about one another, yet here he had the girl sitting in his horribly trashed living room; feeling at ease from her touch and words- trying desperately to study her face, her emotions, her expressions. Trying to figure out why his heart was racing, and why he felt like if he didn't slow down he'd only crash and burn. Which, at the time, he felt completely okay with doing.
He was protective over the girl, but rightfully so. She'd done so much in his life he hasn't had the chance to thank her for. He wanted to give back, he just needed to figure out the right ways to do so.
But he shook his head. He stood up, giving her a small smile.
The girl had seen him at the lowest points in his life. The days when his father had beaten him so badly he was practically in shambles on the ground- she was petrified but she always would put him before herself because that was just the type of person she was. She was delicate- it was enough to break her if you truly wanted to, but she was kind.  JJ has never experienced the type of care Sophie has given by anyone else and if he was honest- he didn't want to.
"Where are you going?" he could hear (Y/n)'s soft voice as he stood from the couch, reaching for the garbage bag he left slouched against the wooden doors of the lower cabinets on the floor an hour or two prior.
"I'm gonna take this out and then head to bed," he looked over his shoulder, bright blue eyes glinting in her direction.
"Already?" she frowned, "We just got here a little bit ago,"
"I just wanted you to get some good sleep before I take you back tomorrow," JJ replied calmly, though he unknowingly began to make his way back toward her again.
"But I don't feel like sleeping right now," she reached for him, indicating she wanted him to sit again. He undoubtfully took the invitation.
"No?" Puzzlement growing, eyes fixated on the small girl sitting before him.
"No." she confirmed.
"Well... I don't have to go right now," She immediately perked up.
"Great!" She squeaked, arms flung around his neck, "Cause I have an entire show to watch, and no one to watch it with. But now I do!"
"Oh, I see," JJ gave a slight nod, unable to control the small, slightly uneasy chuckle that fell from his lips, "We're gonna watch an entire TV show tonight?"
"Of course. What else would we do on a Friday night?"
"Actually It's Saturday because it's midnight,"
"Whatever," she crinkled her nose, looking at him as if it was so obvious, "I get to show you the wonderful world of TV,"
TV. That was something JJ didn't exactly have familiarity with, for anymore he chose surfing or partying rather throwing himself up on the sofa and flicking through channels to find something appealing.
"Please?" She was back to being her shy self again, pouting and practically begging him to stay inside for the night, "Netflix would work too, that way we can start something new that maybe you'd like,"
He frowned nonetheless, "I don't have Netflix Princess,"
"That's okay, I'll sign in to my account," She grinned, turning the current network off and switching it to the Netflix program.
"Okay," he nodded, and she just smiled softly.
JJ watched as she selected a program with the title 'American Horror Story' and switched on the Pilot episode. Leaning over and leaving the remote on the coffee table in front of them.
She laid back, her prior position with her arms around his neck was now with her back pressed against the soft cushion
She then looked over at him, expression changing at the hesitant way he was perched up on the couch.
"JJ, come here," she reached her arms out, faking a grab at him with her fingers.
He shook his head, "No, I can't,"
"Yes you can," she nodded, once more making a grabbing motion with her fingers.
"No, I really can't,"
"I know I'm probably not as comfortable as most girls you slee-"
"No, that's not it," his answer was quick, "I just shouldn't lie down."
"Why?"
"Because Pougie," he frowned, trying desperately to dodge her tiny grabs, "I'll fall asleep on you." JJ warned.
"So fall asleep," (Y/n) shrugged, grinning with triumph once he finally sighed and gave in. She held her arms out, moving ever so slightly to give out some more room to him. He removed his snapback, leaning back- to which his head hit her forearm gently.
His tired eyes soon began to flutter shut, ready to fully drown out every possible noise; Including the voices of characters in front of them.
JJ couldn't comprehend the bizarre situation at hand; he was laying down with (Y/n), at his house, and she was voluntarily letting him rest against her. He was breathing in her light scent, listening to a show he assumed was one of her favorites, spending the night with the one person who agitated him the most- and he was enjoying every minute of it.
Something changed. Not enormously, For it was roughly hard to get through to JJ because of the skeptical side of him that refused to let anyone care for him. But the change was significant compared to what most accomplished. He no longer found the way he had to swoop into her rescue irritating. He didn't mind how she questioned everything he's done because in reality; she was curious and nothing was wrong with that.
This situation with (Y/n) was nothing more than a girl caring for a friend who, no doubt, needed the affection but was too stubborn to admit it.
JJ could only envision the small, gentle smile covering her features, imprinting her skin and burning a mark in his mind. He imagined her face as she pressed the tip of her nose against the back of his neck, small arms wrapped around his torso carefully.
He felt himself tense up. He's never felt such a delicate touch before- at least not ones that hadn't led to more than just a chill night on the couch. No, those situations almost always turned into more- to which JJ himself usually initiated.
But this was different because he didn't want more. He wanted to stay right where he was; In (Y/n)'s arms, wrapped up on the couch, drifting off into a much-needed peaceful sleep. And that's exactly what he was doing.
"Goodnight JayJ."
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fallingfavourites · 1 month ago
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How Did It End?
rafe cameron x reader social media au (might be a bit jj x reader aswell who knows)
Summary: Y/n L/n met Rafe Cameron at an after party of The Pogues two years ago. Y/n had been invited by one of her best friends; JJ Maybank the lead singer of the band. She forced her new co-star Cleo along with her. Both of them met someone that would change their life forever. Cleo met the bands guitarist Pope Heyward. Y/n had met Rafe Cameron. The brother of the drummers girlfriend. John B Routledge had met Sarah Cameron when The Pogues manager Kiara Carrera hired her for their first tour.
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introductions
meet the members of The Pogues:
JJ Maybank is the lead singer of The Pogues. All the boys write on the songs together (mostly Pope and JJ). The Pogues have just announced a new tour to follow up their third album Poguelandia. JJ met Y/n before The Pogues even started, she was able to convince him to follow his passion because "it had worked out for her", and he will always be grateful for that. He is a menace on any social he owns (this boy is NOT media trained)
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John B Routledge is the drummer for The Pogues. Madly in love with Sarah. John B is barely on any social platforms, preferring to spend his time behind his drum set or out finding some waves to surf.
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Pope Heyward is the bands guitarist and the main songwriter. The Pogues is one of the best things (besides Cleo) to ever happen to him, his scholarship to his dream college just fell through and that night he got a message from JJ "let's just start a band" and that's exactly what the three of them did. Pope is the one trying to keep JJ and John B on schedule while on tour so that Kie went end up beating their asses.
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Kiara Carerra took it up on herself to become the boys babysitter the bands manager. As much as she loves doing it, it's exhausting. She hired Sarah Cameron when she saw picture she took online and the two ended up becoming best friends. Kie, Sarah, Y/n and Cleo have become very close through the years they've known eachother.
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thewulf · 1 year ago
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Always & Forever Pt. 2 || JJ Maybank
Summary: Request - i absolutely loved the one with jj and routledge!reader after jb and Sarah are presumed dead (its absolutely brilliant) and was wondering if you could do a continuation of it where reader has conflicted feelings after they return and jj comforts her and tells her that it's okay
A/N - Ugh, I just love a good JJ comfort. Thank you for the request!
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N
Word Count: 3.1k+
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“It’s nice to see you out of that Chateau.” Kiara rubbed your shoulders before sitting down on the bench outside next to you. The three of you had met up outside the high school after running out of class. All of you receiving the text from your apparently not so dead brother John B. Kiara texted you where to meet them. The text was simple. They’re alive and okay. In the Bahamas. Living and breathing. With a picture to prove it.
Your eyes welled up with tears as you looked at the simple text and picture. They were alive. The son of a bitch did it. You nodded looking up to your almost sister. The one you ran to when you needed advice. She wrapped you up in a swift hug seeing you on the verge of yet another breakdown. Giving you a tight squeeze, you were ever thankful for the friendship you had with her. Thankful your brother brought such incredible people into your life. You had a different set of friends, ones a few years younger. Your age. John B made you when you were younger so that you could be your own person too. In the end you preferred his friends, but you still liked your school friends. They were the ones that knew you better than yourself somehow. The ones helping you limp along through the pain.
“He’s okay. They’re alright.” She gave you another soft squeeze before letting you go. She sat down at the table next to you across from Pope.
You nodded not being sure about it all, “I just… I can’t believe it.” You felt a tear drop down your cheek as you read the message over and over again, “I thought they were dead.”
“Hey, look at me mins.” JJ stepped forward. Using the pad of his fingertips he brushed away the tears you had tried so hard to hold back but failed at miserably in doing so.
He truly couldn’t fathom how you felt. He spent the better part of four days nursing you back to health and walking you through it. You hadn’t fully accepted his death, but you were beginning to. And now this? You were thrilled but felt so…guilty? Guilty for not believing. For letting yourself wither away for no reason.
“They’re alright Y/N. They’re alright.” He gave your arms a light touch before sitting down next to you. Pope and Kiara lost in a conversation of their own.
“Thank God for that.” You mumbled before leaning into him, “How the hell are we going to get them home? The Bahamas?” Sighing you tried your best to come up with a solution but falling miserably short.
“That’s not your job to figure out. They’ll be back soon. Don’t you worry. We just got to keep you out of trouble until then.” His smile brought one out in you too. He was so confident it would be alright that it made it hard not to believe him. JJ may have been messy, but he never let you down, never lied to you. So, why would he start now?
“I’ll choose to believe you Maybank.” You leaned into him feeling the weight of the world come crashing down once more. What a strangely emotional day. You should be happier than anything. And you were. But it felt off. Felt strange. Like somebody dead was coming back to life. He was never dead though. But you grieved him. He felt dead. And you couldn’t have felt more uneasy about it all.
He grinned, wrapping his free arm around you, and pulling you close, “When have I ever let you down mins?”
You shook your head quickly, “You haven’t.”
He leaned over, whispering in your ear, “I promise, that’ll never change.”
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JJ was screaming at the three of you, “Go, go, go, go, go, go!”
How in the hell did you always end up in these situations? The damn truck broke down and you were running for your life, literally.
When Kie screamed, “Guys, I think he has a gun!” You kicked it up a notch. Oh, how your body wasn’t quite ready for this, not in the slightest. JJ ran behind you, clearly not running as fast as he normally would. He had to make sure you were alright.
“Keep your heads down!” JJ shouted as he tailed you. JJ was ready to pull you in a different direction need be. He knew Kie and Pope could fend for themselves. He wasn’t so sure you were doing alright though. You were running considerably slower than you normally would.
“Fucking hell.” You cursed more to yourself than anybody else. You knew you were holding them back.
“You alright there Routledge?” JJ called out from behind you hearing you mumbling something from in front of him.
When you put your thumbs up out to side of you he knew you were fine. Winded for sure but fine. You’d never back down from a challenge. Never get caught. No that wasn’t a possibility for you.
“Down the alleyway!” Pope shouted before darting down a side. JJ caught you before throwing you forward with his momentum when you were caught off guard in a daze.
“Thought you said you were alright?” He asked, barely out of breath as you stumbled forward. If it weren’t for JJ you’d surely have been caught by now after stumbling over your very own feet.
You nodded, “Sorry, just getting a little tired.” It wasn’t a lie, no. It just wasn’t the full truth. You felt better, you looked better. But you weren’t completely better. You still got tired quicker than normal. Your body still recovering from the trauma it went through.
Before he could respond though you ran right into the back of Pope who stopped so suddenly not even JJ could react.
“What the hell Pope!” You pushed him after you bounced right off his back.
“Y/N.” The voice of your older brother snapped you out of your fit of irritation at your friend. It couldn’t be. No, it couldn’t be John B? You peered around your much taller and broader friend to spot not only John B but Sarah as well sitting on a bike and cart.
“Holy shit.” You gasped it utter shock. This was the last thing you expected.
“Come on! We gotta go!” Sarah pulled you onto the cart right onto her lap. She held you close.
You couldn’t believe it. John B and Sarah. Just fine. In fucking Charleston of all places? Who would’ve thought?
“You’re alive.” You stated more than asked as you looked up to Sarah. You’d grown close to her in the few short months she’s been around.
“Yeah. We’re alive.” She smiled down at you ignoring the antics of the pogues around you.
“And you’re okay? He’s okay?” John B was laughing at the commotion, high on life as he reconnected with the group.
“As okay as we can be kiddo.” She gave you a quick hug but left her arm wrapped around you as she cheered once the group pushed the man who had been chasing them on the ground. Off to the boat they went. Off home they went. It all felt so surreal. Like the last week of your life didn’t exist. Oh, how the universe was playing with your emotions.
Once you were on the boat you sat there smiling, listening in on the conversation between everybody. A sick feeling took over your stomach as you looked over smiling at John B for the first time in a week. He was alive. He was okay. He wasn’t dead. He didn’t get lost at sea. He was sitting five feet away from you. Your older brother was okay.
“Y/N?” He asked. Almost like he knew you were stuck in your head.
“Yeah?” You asked. He knocked you right out of your thoughts. It was a voice you really never thought you’d get to hear again. It was the weirdest feeling. You felt euphoric that you’d found them again. Guilty for thinking they were dead. Scared as hell to go home. Uneasy about the future. It was almost too much to try and comprehend. Afterall, they accused John B of killing the Sherriff, you still had to deal with that mess.
“You didn’t answer the question.” He smiled patting your knee and sitting down next to you.
A light blush crept to your face. You were doing that a lot more often than you usually did. Zoning out of the conversation completely, “Sorry, I didn’t hear it.”
“You ready to get home?” Your older brother with the curly hair and honey brown eyes asked you.
A quick nod came from you without hesitation, “Yeah, more than ready.” You might’ve been unsure of your future but you sure as hell wanted to sleep in your bed. Especially if your older brother was sleeping in the room next to yours.
“Hey kid.” John B nudged your side, “You alright? You look like hell.” He smiled with a sadness you rarely saw from him. He was always tough on you. Only going soft when he needed. But when he saw your state he couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty. When he put himself in your shoes his heart broke at the realization of how alone you must’ve felt. You’d broken down without him.
“I’m okay now.” You turned to him giving him a shallow smile, “I thought you died JB. I kind of fell apart.” You whispered and turned away from him knowing that you’d fall apart if you looked at your older brother for much longer.
“I’m so sorry bug. I felt like I didn’t have an option at the time. And we got lucky. We really did. We probably should’ve died out there. I can’t even begin to apologize. You know how much you mean to me.” He spoke to you and only you. Everybody had given the brother and sister duo the space they needed.
You looked over to him with tears in your eyes, “I know. I’m so sorry JB. I can’t believe it’s come to this.” You felt defeated. How in the hell were you guys going to unfuck this mess up? Somebody was dead. It wasn’t your guys’ fault no. But it was being pinned on your brother. He couldn’t get locked up. Not for something he’d never dream of doing.
“Hey, we’ll figure it out. We always do buggie.” He smiled trying to provide you some sort of comfort. He too had a plethora of nicknames for his younger sister. You in face hated bugs and eight-year-old John Booker Routledge thought it’d be funny to give his six-year-old sister the nickname bug. And of course, it stuck. Because why wouldn’t it? You’d secretly grown fond of the nickname over time
“I always have a solution and I don’t know the answer to this one.” You let a few tears fall. There was simply no solution. You had to let it all play out. Hide John B for as long as you could. It was going to be a task, but you guys could do it.
He rubbed your back trying his best to soothe you. You were wound up tighter than he’d ever seen. You’d clearly been through hell and back, “This isn’t all on you Y/N. We’ll figure it out as the pogues, yeah? Relax for me for a little while.”
“I’ll try.” You spoke leaning back into the seat of the boat. Giving your eyes a close trying your best to enjoy the ride back.
He hesitated. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t quite sure what to do, “I’ll leave you to it.” He spoke before getting up and finding Sarah who happened to be talking to JJ. JJ who was watching you with nothing but concern in his eyes. John B wasn’t dumb. He knew better. He saw the way his best friend was watching you. Something was very wrong, and John B didn’t have a clue what had happened.
“You should go talk to her.” John B spoke to JJ once he made his way back to Sarah, “She’s being quiet. Not like her usual self.” He frowned seeing his younger sister so out of whack. He needed you as much as you needed him. Your happy go lucky attitude got him through so much more than he’d ever admitted to you.
“Yeah sure.” JJ was quick to agree.
Sitting down next to you he gave you a moment before speaking up, “You alright there, honey?” He asked knowing that’d get a ruse out of you.
You leaned your head forward again before turning back to him, “Back to honey?”
He smirked, “Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
You retuned the smile. It felt like the first genuine smile in weeks, “Aren’t you so considerate J.”
Giving you a wink, he took one of your hands in his, not really caring that your older brother was watching with an eagle eye from across the small boat, “Only for you.”
Flashing him a soft smile you didn’t hide the sigh that escaped your lips. Feeling comfortable with your lifelong friend you leaned your head onto his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered shut hearing the soft lull of the engine cutting through the water below you. It was peacefully quiet as everybody found a spot and found their solace. It was always one of your favorite parts of a road trip with the crew. There was always a comfortable silence shared amongst the group. Absolute peace with the best people you knew.
JJ leaned his head on yours. He let you relish in the silence for a moment before asking you a question he really needed to know the answer to, “Are you okay mins?”
You nodded your head subtly in his shoulder, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“You’re awfully quiet.” He whispered back to you. His arm made its way around your torso and sat on your side securing you tightly into his side.
“And you’re being awfully chatty.” You grinned into his chest knowing he’d find mock offense to your comeback.
You were right. He pinched your side, lightly and let out a “Hey!”
Lifting your head from his soft embrace you looked him in the eyes for the first time in a while. He was so pretty. The most handsome boy you knew. And you always made sure to tell him that whenever you could.
You spotted the concern dotting his eyes as he studied your face. He knew something wasn’t right. John B knew something wasn’t right. You knew something wasn’t right. You just couldn’t place it. You were so fucking happy he was home. God, it was the absolute best scenario that could’ve played out. Why’d you feel so off? So weird? Like you were in a dream or something.
“I’m okay J. I just… I just feel weird.” You admitted to the boy who wanted nothing but answers from you. When he broke out that sad stare you couldn’t help but to spill your feelings to your concerned best friend.
His head cocked to the side as he processed what you said, “What do you mean?” He pressed, needing to know. He looked you over for any signs of injury. You weren’t shot were you? He didn’t remember the guy firing a shot but who knows, a lot was going on.
You noticed his eyes looking for anything wrong, “I’m fine JJ.” You frowned not sure how to get spit out what you meant.
“Okay.” He waited for you to go on.
You turned away before continuing, “I should be so happy they’re back. They’re alive. I just feel off. I don’t know J.”
“You’re in shock.” He said so quickly you weren’t sure if you heard him right.
You shook your head off like he was crazy, “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” He rolled his eyes knowing you’d never take his word for it. You were as stubborn as your older brother.
“JJ I’m not in shock. I get what happened. I understand it…”
He interrupted you quickly, grabbing at your hand to shut you up, “You can understand it all. Still doesn’t mean you aren’t in shock mins. Two life altering events happened in your life within a week. It’s alright if you feel weird. If you feel off. It’s perfectly fine, alright?”
JJ wasn’t often one for such kind of comfort, but he knew how to when he needed to. You needed it right now. A little bit lost in a great big world.
You hummed, “If you say so.”
He smiled before gently placing your head back down on your head, “Remember what I said earlier? When have I ever let you down?”
He was right of course. JJ was always right. He had never let you down, “I love you JJ Maybank, you know that right?” You whispered once more, careful to make sure that nobody else heard. You had said it a thousand times to the blonde-haired boy before, but it meant something different this time. You loved him, you really did. And he knew it. He knew you were admitting far more than you ever dared too before.
A smile couldn’t be stopped from forming on his face as he realized the weight of your words, “I love you too. Love, love you mins.” He whispered into your ear careful to keep the moment between you and him only. JB and the crew would figure it out soon enough. He wanted to relish in the intimate moment between the girl he’d adored from afar for so long. His best friend. The girl he couldn’t stand to be around at first to the girl he couldn’t wait to see. His girl. You. Y/N. Little Routledge.
“Love, love huh?” You laughed in his chest feeling nothing but the purest form of joy rippling throughout your body.
“I love the hell out of you Y/N. John B’s going to murder me when he finds out but damn hearing you say that was everything. You’re it mins. You’re my girl. I can promise you that.” He wanted to kiss you more than anything. Especially when you looked up at him while he was cradling you in his chest shielded from your older brothers eyes. God, he wanted to kiss you so bad.
But for your sake. And his sake he decided to wait until it was just the two of you. He could wait. Instead, he brushed the hair away from your face and settled for squeezing you into him once more, “Guess what J?” You asked once he was done settling you in for the ride back.
“What’s that?”
“I love, love you too.” You grinned that beautiful smile he’d missed so badly in the last few weeks that’d ripped the life right from you. And that, that was worth everything and more to him. He couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime of drawing that beautiful smile from his ever more beautiful girl.
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Always & Forever || JJ Maybank
Summary: Request - Hii. Love your work. It's so good. I'm feeling a good hurt comfort fic with the obx cast. Could I get a JJ Maybank x reader (maybe john b's younger sister?) where she's lost everything after they assume John B and Sarah are lost at sea... Read Rest Here
A/N - Ohhh this was kinda hard to write. Being sad is a bitch. Please let somebody know if you're sad/getting sad. People love you! Always remember that <3
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N
Word Count: 2.3+
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GIF by anakin-skywalker
TW: Talks of depression, being sad, not eating etc.
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You barely heard the soft knocks on your bedroom door. Currently, you were huddled underneath the comforter of your missing older brother just hoping and praying he was okay. They’d officially called it. Lost at sea. Presumed deceased. Dead. Just like your fucking father. How was this your life? Two years ago, you had the world with the two coolest guys on the earth. And now? Now you were alone. Utterly fucking alone. It’d only been three damn days, but they gave up. There was no funding for a poor pogue boy from the wrong part of the island. Sherriff Peterman just gave you a sad look when she broke the news to you a few days prior. Or it could’ve been yesterday. Time didn’t matter anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore. You were a sixteen-year-old girl alone as fuck in this cold ass world.
“Hey little Rout.” You heard JJ’s kinder than usual voice from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door or I’m going to have to pick the lock. Need to see if you’re okay. You haven’t been at school and Mrs. Smith is getting worries, she said she’s going to report you.” You heard the soft sigh of utter defeat as he waited for a moment for you to respond. To do anything. You didn’t have the energy to respond so instead you just laid there.
“Come on kid.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d long since used on you, “You need to come out. Get some fresh air. You can’t stay in there forever.”
Nothing. You just couldn’t. Depression was a hell of a thing. You just couldn’t fathom getting up and unlocking that door. Your brain knew you should. But the actual thought of moving seemed like a foreign concept you weren’t ready for sure yet.
He didn’t give you much else of a choice as you heard the lock click. You knew it wouldn’t take him much effort to get it but alas, you just couldn’t care. It didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered. John B was all you had left and now you sat here empty and void.
“Oh Y/N…” His voice trailed off as he spotted you withering away underneath a mass of blankets. A blank stare on your face. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes feeling grossly ashamed you let it get this kind of bad.
“I just…” Your voice croaked out as it hadn’t been used in while, how long you hadn’t used it you really didn’t have a clue.
He shook his head kneeling down beside your bed, “It’s alright mins.” His head was close as he smiled at you with a smile that never reached his eyes. A smile he was putting on for you. He took his hand brushing your knotted hair away from your sunken face.
Mins. You wanted to laugh. It was the first good emotion you had felt in a while. Mins was your current nickname of quite the long line of ever evolving nicknames from the blonde-haired boy. First it was mini-Routledge, then it was mini-JB, then mini and now mins. He didn’t use it all too often anymore, only when he thought you needed it. And you needed it more than ever now. All his love and everything he could give to you.
JJ knew just how much John B meant to you. He was your best friend. The two of you did everything together, practically inseparable. Even when JB met JJ they still included you in on everything. You were his shadow. That didn’t change as you got older. You just had to play it off as something different.
“I’m tired JJ.” You sighed letting your eyes close in front of him. The effort to keep them open was beginning to become too much.
He frowned deeply. This wasn’t like you. You were usually so full of life. The one who wanted to go and do things. The one who called him lame when he didn’t want to try something new with you. You were the one that kept the group going. And now it felt like everything was falling apart. The pogues were without their people and they needed you back.
This was your way of shutting down and he knew it.
“When was the last time you ate honey?” He asked while trying to brush the knots out of the hair he could get to. You were never particular about your hair, but JJ knew how badly knots hurt to get out. He remembered that one time when the both of you were younger, you crying when your dad tried to brush out some gnarly knots after JJ and JB tried to teach you how to surf one afternoon. It broke his heart even as a twelve-year-old boy. He had that same protective love that JB had over you.
You sighed trying to remember, “Before we found out he was missing I guess.”
JJ’s eyes bugged. He knew he should’ve checked in on you sooner. Damn the pogues who told him to leave you alone. That you needed space. You clearly didn’t need space. You needed help.
“That was three days ago Y/N.” His blood felt like it was running cold. How could he let you lay here for three entire days? JB would fucking murder him if he found out. Some friend he was.
You hummed in acknowledgement, “I’ve had some water though. Haven’t been hungry.” You admitted to your concerned friend. Your voice finally started sounding more like your own after the hoarseness had worked its way out.
“Well, that’s a start mins.” He sighed brushing his overgrown golden hair away from his eyes, “Can you get up for me? Get you some soup downstairs or something?”
“JJ.” You whined not feeling up to the task, “I’m too tired. I don’t feel like it.”
He took you hand in his and wanted to cry from how cold it was. You weren’t right. No, you were suffering, and they just let you. He felt nothing more than a piece of shit seeing you so broken, “I’ll carry you. I just need you to eat something honey. John B would be sick with worry if he knew you were starving away.”
“Don’t talk about him.” You turned away from JJ feeling your own blood run cold at the mention of your missing older brothers name. You couldn’t fucking believe he chose to leave you. Fuck, you couldn’t believe he’d ever put Sarah in that position either. It all felt like a fever dream you had to wake up from. But you weren’t waking up which meant this was a sick and twisted reality that you didn’t want to participate in anymore.
“Y/N…”
You shook your head on your pillow, “Please JJ. Don’t talk about him. I can’t take it. Not yet.” You felt the tears that had long since dried up come flowing back in an instant. Why in the hell did he bring out these feelings in you so effortlessly? Leave it to your older brothers cute as hell best friend that was certainly off limits. JJ would never, ever feel that way for you anyway.
“Alright honey.” Honey. That was a new one. You’d heard him use it sparingly on girls in the past, but it certainly was never used for you. But he’d used it a few times in the last few sentences sending your overly tired mind reeling in another direction. He was just being kind, that was all. After all, your older brother did just fucking vanish into thin air, “Can you please get up for me? Please mins? I need you to eat something. Whatever you what. Please?” He added one last please to let you know how dire he felt.
You rolled back over to him exerting far too much effort in doing so, “I don’t think I can.” You sounded defeated as the tears started once more, “I’m so tired J.” You whispered trying to contain the sob that wanted to escape from your throat.
“Cause you need to eat honey.” He spoke with nothing but concern on his face, “Let me take you downstairs? You need to move. Need to be somewhere new. Need to get some calories in your body.” He said so matter of factly you weren’t sure if it was JJ in front of you. But then again, for as much as a mess the boy normally was he thrived in crises situations such as these. He always seemed to know exactly what to do.
“Yeah, that’s fine JJ.” You knew he’d win eventually so it might be best to just give it up.
He let out a subtle breath of sure-fire relief as he scooped you up into his arms. You were light. Far too fucking light. God, he was such an idiot. He knew you better than any of the other pogues. Of course, you needed help.
He set you down at the messy table filled with whatever shit JB had likely left there the week prior. You grew tired of always cleaning so you just started leaving it. Your eyes scanned the table full of junk. A sad smile formed seeing his homework scattered about with an unpaid parking ticket next to it all. He’d never get to finish that homework. Never would have to lie his way out of that ticket. Why him? Why your JB?
“What do you want to eat honey?” He asking running a hand up and down your arm. Attempting any form of comfort for you. He saw the sad look in your eyes as they scanned the table. He had to get your mind off of JB in any way he could.
“Why are you calling me that?” You asked instead of answering him. It was driving you nuts, and you had to know. In your right mind you’d never
“Honey?” He asked, a bit taken aback by your sudden brazenness. The you he knew would never have asked him that. Instead, you would’ve asked JB. Something you couldn’t do anymore.
You nodded in confirmation feeling your eyes droop and your mouth open to yawn. JJ cursed internally making the decision of canned soup for you knowing you needed to eat as soon as possible. Light and easy and calories. That’s exactly what you needed.
“I don’t know mins.” He admitted while heating up your food, “It just felt, feels right. I can stop saying it if you’d like.”
“I didn’t say that.” You spoke back in almost a whisper.
“Honey it is.” He grinned while putting your warm, not overly hot, soup in a bowl. He set it down in front of you waiting for you to eat.
“I still like mins too.” You added admitting to him just how much you did like the nickname. He’d stopped using it as much now that the two of you had gotten older. You’d forgotten just how much you’d liked the nickname. Probably because it was a nickname only you could have. A special one from the boy you surely loved but vehemently denied.
“Noted, now eat mins.” He grinned pointing to the bowl.
You nodded not really sure if your hands would agree with your brain. You were so utterly fucking exhausted. Turns out you did need to eat if you wanted to be able to function. Because it felt like a task you’d never be able to start. As much as you tried your arm just wouldn’t cooperate.
“Mins?” He asked seeing you not really making a move for it.
“I can’t JJ. It’s too much.” You hated to admit how disgustingly useless you felt. Yet here you were.
He nodded in understanding, “Here, let me.” He took the spoon from the bowl and held it front of your face. For the first time in three days, you relished in the taste of food. It did taste really good. And damn, you were a lot hungrier than you realized. Before you knew it the bowl was gone, and you were entirely full.
“Thank you J.” You let your eyes close once more feeling the outright exhaustion of the situation come down over you.
“Anytime mins.” Seeing your eyes close he noted your fatigue, “Why don’t we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” He suggested hoping you’d agree.
“That sounds nice J, I may need your help again.” You let out a frustrated sigh at the state of your condition. You did start feeling a bit better but the thought of walking or even crawling made you shudder.
He shot up from his seat to get you up. He picked you up like it was nothing, “I got you hon. I always do and always will. Remember that alright?” You nodded in his chest doing your best to fight off the sleep that wanted to take you.
“Thank you J.” You whispered into his chest. He set you down right next to him, letting your head fall into his side.
He wrapped an arm around your torso letting you know you were safe and secure. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere without you anymore. Running his hand through your hair he felt a shiver knowing you liked exactly what he was doing, “Always mins. Now, let yourself sleep. We’ll deal with all this shit when you wake up. Together.”
You nodded letting the darkness take over, “Promise?”
“Always and forever.” He gave your head a soft and gentle kiss before the soft snoozes overcame you. He decided he was going to watch you sleep, for however long that was. You were his everything too. He was only just beginning to realize that now. Always and forever. It had a nice ring to it. Forever with you was a life he would dream about. Maybe one day. Maybe after he sorted you through this mess. Maybe just maybe.
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obx-4-life · 5 months ago
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Summary | Y/n Routledge realises that she's fallen for her brother's best friend, JJ Maybank.
Pairing | bbf!jj x johnbssister!reader
Warning | language, minor smut idk, nothing really to be warned about
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The day started out as normal. Waking up in your room at the Chateau. You begin to get dressed due to you having plans to go down to the beach with your brother, John B, and his best friend, JJ Maybank. At first, you didn't like JJ, I mean, why would you have? He always put himself across terribly. At first, all you saw of him was drinking alcohol and smoking weed. But over the past few months, you'd seen the other side of him, the true JJ, the sweet boy who cared about his friends. It was only last year that you actually became a pogue, before that you never really spoke to them even though they were your brother's friends, you were shy and preferred to be alone, you were more comfortable that way, but John B convinced you to spend some time with them, over time you became less shy and now you don't know what you'd do without them. You grew close with JJ and he was a good friend of yours.
You loved the beach but didn't surf like the others, you had no balance or coordination so you didn't see the point of trying it. You preferred to take pictures and just swim in the sea. You felt at peace whenever you were near the sea, it calmed you and you felt content.
You begin getting dressed for the day. Nothing fancy just your favourite outfit. A white dress that accents your curves making you look effortlessly cute yet sexy at the same time. The skirt falls at about your mid-thigh. Under it you have on a simple dark blue bikini because you love swimming so you always gotta be prepared for an impromptu swim, especially living in the Outer Banks. You add a few of your favourite accessories and you pack your tote bag.
When you walk out of your room, you see your brother stood in the kitchen, and JJ sprawled out on the sofa.
"Jayj, c'mon wake up, we gotta go to the beach"
Once he wakes up, the three of you head down to the beach. You sit down on the sand, the sand warm and golden. After a while, John B leaves to go and see his girlfriend, Sarah, leaving you and JJ alone. While you sit on the sand, JJ is surfing, showing off, doing tricks. You get out your polaroid camera and take some photos, mainly of flowers or just the beautiful ocean scenery. You take a few photos of JJ. Once they've devolved, you hold the pictures in your hands, smiling at how he looks.
After a while, he makes his way back up the beach before sitting down next to you, your eyes lingering on the droplets of water falling down his abs. You snap your attention back to his face and smile.
"You looked like you were having fun out there"
"Yeah, I was"
You shuffle up to him so your shoulders are touching. You hold the camera out and with your other hand you make half a heart, waiting for him to complete it. He brings his hand up to yours and mumbles something incoherently. You turn to him wondering what he said.
"Hm? What Jayj?"
"Lemme take the photo instead, cupcake"
You hand him the camera, still gazing into his eyes. As he takes the photo he looks into your eyes.
"Jayj, put the damn camera down"
You take the camera out of his hands and put it on the floor before kissing him. You pull away.
"Sorry I just wondered what it'd be like..."
"You just wondered?"
"Yeah, just curious is all"
An hour passes, you two making jokes, subtle flirting, talking about anything and everything.
"Jayj, it's getting late, should we head back?"
"Yeah, I s'pose"
You begin to walk along the beach, your hands connected, you always hold hands, but you've never noticed this feeling. Your cheeks felt warm, and your whole body felt alive with anticipation. But it's wrong, isn't it? I mean, he's your brother's best friend, you can't fall for him, but it's too late.
"Hey, y/n this would look so pretty on you"
You turn to look at him, and he places a flower in your hair on top of your ear.
"Jayj...?"
"Hm? Yeah, what's up, cupcake?"
"Can't pretend no more"
"Pretend?"
"Yeah, I need you, I need you to be mine, I don't care if I'm your best friend's sister, I like you, ok? Alot, I can't fucking do this no more, I need you Jayj"
"Fuck- you need me, or you 'need' me"
"Need you to make me feel good Jayj, I need you to treat me like you hate me tonight and live me tomorrow"
"You just wait till we get back to the Chateau..."
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So? Should I make a part 2? Let me know your thoughts. Sorry if it's no good, I haven't written many stories before. Hope you guys like it 🩵
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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year ago
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And They Were Roommates (JJ Maybank, John B Routledge | Outer Banks)
Summary — You’ve been hooking up with both JJ and John B for a few months, unaware of how close they are.
Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome with a touch of jealousy; some degradation, but lots of praise; could be considered payback sex if you squint; oral (female receiving, male receiving); penetration (vaginal); spitroast; slight spit kink; spanking; creampies; mentions of birth control).
Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,726. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).
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It felt like a scene from your worst nightmare.
You’d happily jumped into the front seat of John B’s van, expecting nothing more than a night of carefree fun at the beach. Completely unaware of what truly awaited behind those tinted windows.
Two pairs of eyes, one dark, the other light, dug into you. John B’s were unreadable and expressionless, giving you not a single emotion to go by. Meanwhile, JJ, who had wedged himself between the two seats to look at you, only offered a smirk as he lightly gripped the back of your neck.
“Quite the ambush, huh?” he chuckled at your embarrassed expression. “Did you really think you could fuck both of us without being found out? I mean, you’re not dating either of us, but still.”
You stuttered, “I—Well—I didn’t—”
“Pretty ballsy,” sighed John B, taking off his hat to run a hand through his curls. “Must be since you’re new, but I guess I was wrong for thinking everyone knew JJ and I are best friends.”
“Brothers, even,” said JJ. “And you know what brothers do when they both want something?”
You trembled, unable to answer with so much heat rising beneath your skin. You’d never felt so humiliated in your life. And all they could do was eye you like hunters on the cusp of sinking their teeth into an innocent bit of prey.
“What?” you asked, though you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.
They both grinned, though John B seemed a little more shy. With a deep chuckle, JJ replied, “They share.”
Your eyes widened at the implication. Before you could think of a response, JJ’s grip on your neck tightened. He used your surprise to his advantage, dragging you into the back of the van with an excited gleam in his eyes.
John B quickly followed, admiring the new view of your plump ass. He licked his lips and shook his head before giving it a slap. He ignored your yelp of pain, simply groaning instead, “You’ve got the best ideas sometimes, J.”
“I know,” laughed JJ, a bulge visibly hardening in his cargo shorts.
You gasped as they worked together to maneuver you into the position they wanted. Your back was flush against JJ’s chest, his arms tight around your torso as he tweaked your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Happiness rose within his chest when he didn’t feel the coverage of a bra.
“Wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” he grinned. “You never wear a bra under these cute little dresses whenever you’re in the mood.”
John B’s tall frame had just enough room to lie between your thighs, which he spread open to rest on his shoulders. He pushed up the bottom of your dress.
The dark, floral fabric bunched up over your stomach, revealing a pair of black underwear to both boys. John B rolled his eyes with a half-smile, “Definitely wanted to. Only wears this color when she’s expecting to get dicked down.”
“Really?” huffed JJ. “She always wears red for me. Got preferences for each of us, cupcake?”
“No,” you whimpered, squirming in their hold as warmth began pooling inside your stomach.
“No need to lie. We’re just teasing,” said John B. “Learn something new every day.”
You yelped when he suddenly snapped the hem of your underwear against your skin with a smile. He leaned closer, taking in the wet scent of your growing arousal. His nose pressed against your covered clit, running over it from side to side.
A moan escaped your lips, “John B!”
He licked a long stripe over the fabric before suckling at the hidden bundle of nerves between your legs. His teeth tugged at your underwear, now soaked in his spit, wanting nothing more than to strip it from your body so he could indulge himself on your slick.
“You always eat her out first?” asked JJ.
“Gets her nice and wet,” sighed John B, fingers finally dipping into the hem of your underwear.
JJ raised his eyebrows and then he leaned down to kiss your temple in apology when he twisted your nipples particularly hard, resulting in a high-pitched complaint, “I usually do that last.”
“Missing out. Her pussy’s good and fresh in the beginning. Unless you like the taste of your own cum as it drips out. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
With a grunt, John B lifted your hips to remove your underwear just enough for him to access your leaking entrance. It throbbed and quivered before his eyes as he spread your folds open with his fingers.
No time was wasted in devouring his new meal.
JJ laughed at the way your back arched when his friend’s tongue sunk deep into you. He decided to push down the top of your dress so he could feel your breasts properly, leaving the fabric to pile up around your waist. Kissing, biting, and running his tongue over your neck almost let him distract you from John B.
Your hands delved into the dark curls of the young man worshiping the space between your legs. Bruises already started to form beneath the fingertips that dug into the flesh of your thighs. Dull nails carved crescent indents into the supple skin.
Spit landed directly on your clit, only to be smeared and mixed with your slick moments later by John B’s nose. You whined and moaned from the attention as well as the sounds of wet licks and exaggerated slurps coming from below.
“Mmph!” came a muffled groan. “Pussy’s good. Fuck, yes, always tastes so good. Cum! Wanna clean you up with my tongue! Show JJ how you drench my face every time I eat you out!”
Others would have assumed you were perfect at following any of his filthy commands by the way your orgasm instantly coated his skin. It sprayed onto his awaiting tongue, allowing him to take it in like a favored drink.
He licked all over your drooling cunt with a cum-soaked smile, cleaning up every leftover drop of your tangy release he could find. With an amused chuckle, he moved to sit on his knees, tugged your underwear the rest of the way off your shaking legs, and then used the black fabric to wipe his mouth.
“Better than last time,” he sighed. Hooking your underwear onto one of your ankles as a joke, his eyebrows rose in a teasing manner, “You eat pineapple today?”
He and JJ laughed when surprised stutters fell from your lips, “John B—! What—? I don’t—!”
“No reason to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he continued, gently patting your thighs while wrapping them around his waist. “We’re all friends here. Right, JJ?”
“Exactly,” nodded JJ. He then leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear, quietly muttering, “And I think you should let John B empty his balls inside that sweet pussy. Ya know, as a friend.”
JJ tilted your lips to his before you could offer up a reply. John B seized the opportunity to pull out his long, aching cock. The tip ran over your folds, collecting just enough wetness to sink inside your clenching hole.
You moaned at the familiar feeling, lips parting from JJ’s involuntarily. He continued trailing kisses over your warm skin, occasionally taking the time to admire the way John B’s hips rolled to meet yours.
The sounds of slapping skin filled the van. John B dragged your hips back and forth on his swollen length, heavy balls repeatedly kissing your soaking pussy. He grunted and moaned at the unbearable feeling of your hole squeezing his tip each time it sank back into you to collide with your cervix.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “How are you so tight every time? Thought your pussy would’ve been stretched out by now, especially since you’ve been fucking both of us.”
“Don’t worry, B, she’ll be wrecked by the end of this,” chuckled JJ, reaching around your stomach to feel the bulge of his friend’s cock thrusting in and out of your entrance. “God, you’re big, man. Bet you’re rearranging her guts right now.”
“Good.”
John B grinned, eyes dropping to where his friend’s hand rose and fell with every deep thrust he made into your tight cunt. His teeth dug into his lip at the sight. He really was in your guts, wasn’t he?
The imagery of it all made his cock twitch. Leaning down to meet your gasping lips for a brief kiss, John B panted, “You still taking the pill? Or do I need to pull out? Huh?”
“You—! Agh! Oh!” you cried, barely even capable of keeping your eyes open anymore.
John B’s forehead met yours, “C’mon, baby, need to know if—! Ugh! If I can fill this pussy up!”
“Yes! Yes, you—! Ahhh! You can!” you gasped.
John B groaned when your arms suddenly wrapped around him, hands traveling underneath the hem of his shirt. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving deep red lines as you scratched the muscled surface.
JJ let go of your torso, allowing John B to take you for himself. The blond watched his best friend rail you into absolute oblivion. John B shifted to sit on his knees again, though you were brought along as well this time, made to sit prettily on his lap.
Strong arms weaving around your body, John B bounced you on and off his thick length. His hips helped the process by thrusting his cock up into your quivering hole at the same time.
“Good job, baby!” panted John B. “Taking me so well! Pussy’s made for me, I swear! Shit! Gonna look perfect when I stuff you full!”
“John B! Please! Please!”
“Fucking loving it, isn’t she?” asked JJ, though he didn’t bother himself with expecting an answer from either of you. Instead, he pulled his own hard length out of his shorts and began stroking himself.
John B’s teeth sunk into your shoulder, finally sending you over the edge. Your pussy gushed around him uncontrollably in an instant.
Mouth open in a silent scream, you hid your face in the crevice of his neck as you came, holding onto him as tightly as you possibly could. He continued rocking and bouncing you on his throbbing length, getting closer and closer to his own climax.
You shook from overstimulation, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands moved to subconsciously push against his shoulders. Anything to get away from the sudden sensitivity of your used pussy.
“Almost there, baby,” panted John B, doing his best to keep you from escaping his hold. “Promise I am. Just gotta keep going! Mmph!”
He slammed you down onto his cock one final time. His balls were squished between your pussy and his thighs as he held you flush against his lap. Cockhead twitching deep inside your entrance, his tip burst with white, creamy ropes of cum.
He refused to give you any space, wanting to be as close as possible, forcing your sweaty skin against his shirt, which made him wish he had removed it when he’d had the chance. He devoured the flesh of your neck with both teeth and tongue. Pants, curses, and loud moans filled the van as your body took in every stream of John B’s release.
“Shit,” he groaned, pulling another squeak out of you by slapping your ass. He squeezed the warm flesh with a grin, “Good girl.”
Pushing your hands into his dark curls, your lips had barely met his in a kiss before a new pair of hands pulled you away.
“My turn now,” said JJ, ignoring your whines as he put you in a new position. “Stop hogging her pussy already, B.”
John B rolled his eyes with a snort. He moved to spread his legs out in front of him, slowly stroking his swollen cock back to life with one hand while reclining back on the other.
Watching JJ maneuver you onto your hands and knees, he scoffed, “Whatever, man.”
The irritation in his friend’s voice had no effect. JJ focused solely on shoving his length into your far too sensitive entrance. He threw his head back upon feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy. His fingers dug into your hips, wasting no time in pulling you on and off his cock.
“So fucking good,” he gasped. “Whose dick do ya like better, sweetheart? Or do you need another round with John B to figure it out? Ugh, fuck! Look at him, already hard again. Want her to suck ya off, B?”
You weren’t sure if John B even answered. Within seconds he had shifted closer and, legs spread on either side of you, took his opportunity to push your mouth down into his cock.
Eyes wide and gags echoing from your throat, you tried to push against his thighs, only to feel his tip sink even deeper. JJ leaned over your back and used his hand to tightly grip the back of your neck. He held your mouth on John B’s cock, making you choke and swallow around his friend.
“What’s wrong, cupcake?” he laughed. “Too big for ya? C’mon, suck!”
“Give her to me,” demanded John B, already grasping your temples with his warm palms. “You just worry about her pussy since you wanted it so much.”
JJ huffed and muttered something about his friend ‘ruining the fun’, but obeyed anyway. He pounded into your aching hole from behind while John B pulled you off his length, only listening to your gasps for a few seconds before making you take him again.
“Could’ve had two cocks at once this entire time if you hadn’t been so secretive,” panted JJ. “Kinda turns me on to know you’ve been taking John B’s cum too. Oh! If I’m being honest.”
No matter how much he rambled, you were so dizzy from both of them that you couldn’t understand what he was saying. JJ’s balls slapped your sopping pussy with every thrust while John B moaned upon feeling his cock swell inside your mouth.
The latter practically humped your face, heavy balls smearing over your chin as he ignored your pathetic gags. Solely focused on his own pleasure this time, John B’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth fell open as he came again.
He allowed some of his release to fill your mouth before suddenly pulling out. He aimed his thick cum at your exhausted face, covering you in white ropes of his essence without a care.
He cursed, “You look so pretty like that.”
“Ah!” you cried, throwing your hands back to wrap around JJ’s. He pulled sharply at your hair until your back met his clothed chest. “Ow! Wait!”
With one hand wrapped in your roots, the other forced your wrists together. JJ pinned them to your stomach with a deep chuckle.
Leaning closer, he used your hair to turn your head, exposing your cum-slathered cheek to him. His tongue glided over your skin to collect John B’s salty release. He roughly grabbed your jaw, tilted your head just enough for what he wanted to do, and then spit his friend’s cum into your mouth.
“Swallow,” he demanded, smiling when you did so. “You ready for it? Huh? Is this pussy ready for my cum? C’mon, sweetheart, you gotta answer.”
“Ahhh! Oh! Yes! Yes, please, I want it! Mmph—!”
He muffled your cries with a warm palm. Open-mouthed kisses littered your neck. Heavy pants filled the van until JJ sank deep into you with one final thrust.
As his release shot into your pussy, another orgasm overpowered your body as well. His hips rolled, flush against your ass, as you twitched pleasurably in his arms.
He pulled out with a satisfied sigh, helping you relax onto the floor of the van. Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes, ignoring the way JJ patted your ass with an arrogant smile.
A mixture of their cum spilled out of your clenching pussy. Both boys admired the sight, running their hands over your bare back in an attempt to sooth your exhaustion after tucking themselves back into their shorts.
“Might as well just stay there until we get to the Château,” chuckled John B.
“Yeah,” agreed JJ, “because neither of us are anywhere close to being done with you.”
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nickeverdeen · 4 months ago
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Outer Banks characters if you got your period in middle of the night
John B
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He knows the basics, like that you need to use products and that it lasts some time
John B would probably be a bit clueless at first, not realizing what’s going on immediately
Once you explain it to him, he’d be quick to catch on and want to help in any way he can
He’d offer to make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed to help ease any discomfort
He’d ask you what supplies you need and run out to get them without hesitation
He’d stay by your side, offering lots of hugs and reassuring words
Throughout the day, he’d frequently check in to see how you’re feeling
“Hey, don’t worry. I’ve got you covered. Just tell me what you need.”
Sarah Cameron
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Sarah would already have a good understanding of periods and know exactly what to do
She’d likely have a stash of period supplies on hand and immediately offer them to you
Sarah would pamper you with a warm bath (or shower as it depends on what you use), your favorite snacks, and lots of TLC
She’d set up a cozy movie day in bed to help you relax
Sarah would be a great listener, letting you vent about any pain or discomfort
She’d offer gentle massages to help with cramps
She’s kidna ready as she knows when you get your periods in case you’re not prepared or forgot
“I’ve got everything you need right here. Let’s just relax and take it easy today.”
JJ Maybank
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He knows periods suck, but that’s all and that’s why he thought at first that you’re dying
JJ would run (literally) to the store to get whatever you need, even if he’s a bit embarrassed
He’d try to lighten the mood with humor and jokes to make you laugh
JJ would cuddle with you and offer warmth and comfort
He’d attempt to cook something for you, even if it’s not perfect, to show he cares
JJ would be extra protective, making sure you’re comfortable and not in too much pain
If it happened over night and you got the bed bloody he wouldn’t tell you and instead would ask Kiara for help to clean it up as he doesn’t want to make you feel bad
“This is new for me, but I’m here for you. Just tell me what to do.”
Rafe Cameron
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Rafe might be a bit confused and unsure of what to do at first even though he knows what periods are due to school and his sister
Once you explain it to him properly, he’d take it seriously and want to help
He’d try to make you comfortable by bringing you luxury items like soft blankets and pillows
Rafe would give you his undivided attention and try to make sure you’re okay
He’d go out to buy supplies, even if he’s a bit unsure of what exactly to get if you don’t use the same stuff Sarah does as he did use to buy her a few supplies in the past
He’d stay by your side, offering a calming presence and reassurance
Rafe would do some quick research to better understand what you’re going through
“I’ll get whatever you need. Just let me know and I’m on it.”
Kiara
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Kiara would understand immediately and know exactly what to do
She’d already have period supplies on hand and offer them to you right away
Kiara might offer holistic remedies like herbal teas and heating pads
She’d plan a relaxing day with activities that make you feel comfortable
Kiara would have an open conversation about your needs and how she can support you
She’d share her own period experiences to make you feel understood
Kiara would be incredibly supportive, making sure you feel loved and cared for
“I’ve got you covered. Let’s take it easy and I’ll help with whatever you need.”
Pope
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Pope would have a basic understanding of periods and want to help right away
He’d listen carefully to what you need and try his best to provide it
Pope would gather comfort items like heating pads, blankets, and your favorite snacks
He’d do some quick research to understand how he can best help you
Pope would frequently check in to see how you’re feeling and if you need anything
He’d offer words of encouragement and try to keep you in good spirits
Pope would be thoughtful in his actions, making sure you feel as comfortable as possible.
“I’m here for you. Let me know how I can help and I’ll do it.”
Cleo
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Cleo would be empathetic and understanding, knowing exactly what you need
She’d quickly find/steal and provide period supplies and anything else you might need
Cleo would offer a comforting presence, staying by your side and making you feel secure
She’d help with practical things like getting you food or water and making sure you’re comfortable
Would be extremely pissy if someone would tell you to stop overreacting
She’d suggest activities that help distract you from any discomfort, like watching movies or playing games
Cleo would be a strong support system, making sure you feel cared for and loved
“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. We’ll get through this together.”
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beetlejuice-maitland · 3 months ago
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🚨OBX SEASON 4 SPOILER🚨
I’m just starting to finally accept and analyze JJ’s parentage reveal, and something totally random hit me: What does JJ know about his name?
Think about it—we had our theories (John Jacob, Jesse James, etc.) but now we know that legally, it’s Jackson. There was never any mention or slip of his full name at any point before. Why? Because even he doesn’t know.
Just imagine little JJ Maybank growing up not knowing what his name stood for.
Imagine an 8 year-old JJ meeting 8 year-old John B. Routledge, learning that the B stands for Booker & not being able to answer when John B. asks what the two Js stand for. Imagine JJ asking his dad what the letters stood for after learning his name should only be a nickname and going to bed with a swollen lip and more questions than answers.
Imagine a 12 year-old JJ snapping back at the secretaries in the office of Kildare middle school when they inform him his dad hadn’t filled out his registration properly, and they need a legal name, not a preferred one. Imagine JJ meeting Pope Heyward and Kiara Carerra, refusing to tell them what JJ stands for because ‘that unlocks at a level 10 friendship’ and certainly not because he doesn’t have a single clue.
Imagine a 15 year-old JJ sitting in the Kildare County Sheriff’s office, all deep scowls & snide remarks & dark bruises, only hearing the sneered ‘Maybank’ coming out of every officer’s mouth and silently wanting one person to treat him like a regular person for once & just tell him what the Js stand for.
Imagine a 17 year-old watching his dad drive off in a stolen boat and only realizing hours later that Luke Maybank never coming back means never really knowing what his true name is because he’s pretty damn sure his dad either lost or sold his birth certificate. Imagine JJ coming to on a boat with a massive headache and blood dripping down his face, learning he was only the wrong end of a machete away from dying without ever knowing his first name.
Imagine 19 year-old JJ Maybank, on the run from the cops for the 100th time, clutching a letter containing a damning family secret, and begging his father to tell him what the hell is going on. Imagine JJ Maybank frozen on the top of a lighthouse, sirens ringing in the air and the words “I ain’t your blood father, Jay.” ringing in his ears, realizing that everything he thought he knew about himself was a lie, that even the last name he’s always loathed for trapping him in an inescapable legacy of alcoholic, salt-lifer, smuggling Maybanks is a lie, that he’s never known what JJ stands for and now he’s not even sure that he really exists.
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mmaybanks · 18 days ago
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— routledge!reader
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masterlist ☼ bbf!jj masterlist
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— only a little over a year younger than john b but he’s still overprotective over her
— almost too comfortable with other people, especially john b’s friends, since she’s known them as long as he has.
— very confident in herself because she simply does not care. it doesn’t matter to her whether people like her or not, most of the time people assume things about her since she’s a pogue anyway and she knows she can’t change their minds.
— just because she doesn’t care about what most people think, doesn’t mean she’s ever unnecessarily rude. she’s just unapologetically herself. plus, she does care about what the pogues think of her, just don’t tell them.
— she almost never wears her hair straight because she’ll be back in water less than an hour after its straightened, all of the effort going to waste. maybe if she’s lucky she can get a few pictures before it’s gone.
— she was the first pogue to accept sarah in the group. at first she was worried, but when john b said he loved her and she offered a place for them both to stay, she liked her.
— she is the epitome of a pogue. she doesn't need—or really want—a ton of money. she's happy with what she has, and she shows it proudly. she prefers the custom, meaningful items she has more than expensive items.
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styling 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
— since she grew up poor and with mostly only boys around the house, she grew up not really knowing ’girl stuff’ like dressing up, makeup, hairstyles, etc. when john b and jj became friends with kiara, she finally got to have time with other girls.
— this continued into her teenage years, with her still sometimes picking a random pair of cargo shorts off the ground and wearing them if they match her shirt. same thing with shirts, if she’s in a rush she’ll just grab the first clean t-shirt that at least semi-matches the rest of her outfit.
— the first time she ’accidentally’ picked up one of jj’s shirts or shorts instead of john b’s, his heart was beating so fast he thought he was gonna die and he was painfully ’distracted’ the rest of the day.
— even with the habit of wearing random clothes, she still finds ways to make her outfits cute and stylish. jewelry, cute shorts, her bikinis, whatever. she will make herself look cute in whatever clothes she wears.
— her favorite outfit to wear is jean shorts and a simple tank top, of course with her favorite green bikini under it, always ready to hop in the water.
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obxsummer · 2 months ago
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how much do you love me // ghost of you
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pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader
summary: a proposal pogue style gets overshadowed with the arrival of chandler groff. your night goes from celebrating into treasure hunting, and john b and jj are in for the shock of their lives for completely opposite reasons
warnings: little spicy beginning, drug use, mentions of not being able to have kids, pregnancy trope (i still love u, sarah cameron), and i fear you're all about to hate me....
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JJ found you shortly after you climbed out of the shower, hair wet as you tried to wiggle into a pair of sweatpants. Nothing ever went on easy with damp skin, and your frustration was building faster than you liked to admit. 
“C’mere,” JJ’s tone was soft as he sat on the bed and reached forward for you, helping you tug the ankles over your feet so you could comfortably adjust the fabric without the risk of falling over. He reached forward when you were stable, pulling your waist to bring you closer so he was level with your chest.
“My eyes are up here, Jayj,” You teased and placed your fingers under his chin to reroute his gaze from your lace bralette. The boyish grin told you his attention on your face wouldn’t last long so you needed to move quick. “Hi.”
“Hi,” He mumbled, his hand reaching you to grab the back of your neck and gently pull you down to meet him for a soft kiss. A groan left your lips as his other hand tucked itself on your side, his thumb brushing the skin under your bralette teasingly. 
“Please don’t start something we won’t stop,” You whispered, teeth pulling on his lip slightly. Your skin was still damp and clammy, heating up with every move he made. “They’re gonna be waiting on us.”
JJ hummed, his mouth moving from yours to nip at the dip of your collarbones. If you let him keep going, the two of you would not be leaving this room anytime soon.
“Babe, you- oh,” Your breath caught as he bit down a little too harsh and soothed the skin with the swipe of his tongue. “JJ.”
“Shh,” He shushed you, fingers gently tugging the strap of your bralette off your shoulder so he could get closer to where he really wanted. There were a lot of things running through JJ’s mind right now, but they all centered around you. You with a ring on your finger, bare underneath him after you share a last name. You were going to be his in ways you hadn’t been before.
“You guys hungry?” Sarah at least knocked on the door, her voice interrupting before the two of you could get much further. You smirked as JJ flopped against the bed with a huff. 
“I’m not, but I’m sure JJ is,” You called back, adjusting the strap of your top before shrugging on a cropped long sleeve to cover up any evidence of JJ’s recent actions. Bending down, you gave him one more long kiss before standing back up and patting his thigh lovingly. “Enjoy your cold shower, babe.”
JJ groaned loudly as you left the room, meeting Sarah in the hallway, a knowing smile on her face. She reached up to poke the sore spot on your collarbone and you pulled back with a gasp. “JJ’s hungry, all right,” She laughed, “Hey, I need your help with something, c’mere.”
You followed her into the next room where she had a handful of dresses scattered across the bed. 
“I think John B and I are gonna go to City Hall tomorrow and apply for a marriage license. So, which one should I wear?”
You glanced at her, “Sarah, these are all my dresses.”
She pursed her lips. “Yeah… yeah. Just hypothetically, though, like if you were to wear one, which one?”
You gave her an odd look at her weird attitude before pointing at the one on the bed that you preferred. “Probably this one. Cute but not too formal, you know?”
Sarah nodded and picked it up to hold in front of the two of you. After a moment, she tossed it at your chest. “Try it on for me, I wanna see what it looks like.”
“Then why don’t you-”
“No, no, please.” She pushed you toward the bathroom as you tried to object which didn’t help as she closed the door behind you. You sighed, frustrated from being pulled from JJ to try dresses on that you already owned. 
You pulled your shirt and sweatpants back off and shimmied into the dress per Sarah’s request. Glancing in the mirror, you forgot how much you loved this item. After getting some necessities for everyone in the group post-gold, Sarah insisted on getting some items for you and Cleo to help blend when she went back to her dad’s rental condo since Kie already had some. This happened to be your favorite one you saw that day. It was gorgeous and flattering in every way possible, and you were simply obsessed.
“Okay, here,” You spoke before grabbing the door handle to walk back out. Only, it didn’t budge in the slightest. You frowned and tried wiggling it again, but it didn’t move. “Sarah? I think the door’s stuck.”
Silence followed your words.
“Hello?” You repeated, knocking this time but received nothing in return. “Oh, you bitches.”
It became obvious they were up to something that involved locking you in John B and Sarah’s bathroom with no form of communication or entertainment. You sighed and sat on the floor, leaning your head back against the cabinets as you settled in. Knowing them, you’d be here a while.
You tried to rack your brain for any important date coming up. Your birthday still had a few weeks and was the closest out of anyone in the group, so birthdays were out. No anniversaries, and as far as you know, nobody else got married. Unless this had suddenly turned into a baby shower, you were out of options.
Minutes passed of pure boredom and you were beginning to question if a bath towel would suffice as a comfy blanket only to be spared as the door opened. 
“Finally,” You huffed and got to your feet to see Kiara staring at you. “Where’s Sarah? We suddenly have beef.”
She laughed and took a step in the room despite your wishes. “You look cute. Date night? Let me fix your hair.”
You shook your head, now completely confused. “What? No, we-”
There was no room to argue as Kiara started digging through all of Sarah’s hair supplies. She quickly set to work, avoiding most conversations with you and letting her phone play music to satisfy your desire for noise. Soon, she’d completed your favorite hairstyle, the one she used to practice all the time when you were younger. 
She caught your gaze in the mirror and smiled. “Cute.” She shrugged and walked out without another word. 
Your jaw dropped as you watched her form disappear, utter confusion left in her place. “What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself and walked out of the bathroom. The house was oddly silent and your heart started racing. 
Cleo hopped out of her room a second later. “Well shit, where you going looking so sweet?”
You shrugged. Either she was in on it, or at least played it off better than the others. “No idea. You know something I don’t?”
Cleo clicked her tongue. “Not a chance, girly. But what I do know, is you need some shoes.”
You should’ve seen it coming and took the outstretched pair of your shoes from her hands to slip on your feet. Shaking your head, you continued down the stairs in hopes that whatever secret they were hiding would pop out soon.
You peeked around the corner to see Pope in the kitchen with his back to you. You let out a breath, hoping your confusion would end here. “Hey, what is-”
He flipped around with a creepy smile on his own face, his attempt at not being suspicious.
You rolled your eyes. “Alright, what?”
Pope held out the infamous purple bandana that was usually around your brother’s neck. “Blindfold time.”
Disgust took over your face as he came closer with the fabric. “Pope, please tell me you at least washed it first? Please say yes. What the fuck.” You could smell fresh laundry detergent and sighed in relief. 
He wrapped the fabric around your eyes, making sure it was secure but not too tight. Waving his hand in front of your face, you didn’t move in the slightest, but you were a little too rigid for his liking so he grabbed your hand instead. “I’m right here, won’t let anything happen.”
You nodded, trying to keep your racing thoughts at bay and let Pope guide you slowly. The chill of outside settled in soon after and you gripped his hand a little tighter. 
“I’m so kicking your ass for this later,” You grumbled, your steps awkward as you tried to navigate a terrain you couldn’t see. You tried listening for anything out of the ordinary but came up empty-handed. “All of you, actually. Asses are grass.”
Pope laughed quietly, his other hand grabbing your open one as he guided you down a few stairs. “Remember when we would play hide and seek as kids and you’d always pick the same spot?”
You smiled at the memory. “Yeah, and you’d never let me win because of it. Always checked the stupid cabinet first.”
Pope squeezed your hands reassuringly. “Couldn’t let that ego get too big so young, you’d be even more like JJ than you already are. Gotta hand you off, that okay?”
You hummed in agreement and Pope slowly let go before another pair of hands took over your hold. 
“Bandana smell good for once?”
You clocked John B’s voice instantly and attempted to hit him, but missed. “You’re an asshole, I thought I was going to suffocate to death when Pope first told me.”
John B laughed, “You can thank Sarah for that one.”
“Figured,” You mumbled, “Don’t think you’ve done your own laundry since ever.” 
You could hear the noise of your steps changing from the grass to wood, meaning your brother was guiding you down the dock. The movement of the water was much louder now.
“Hey, I love you, yeah?” John B asked and you nodded in return, agreeing with his statement. “Do me a favor and try not to scream, okay?”
You froze as John B let go to undo the bandana from around your eyes, even though you had them pinched shut in anticipation. Your brother squeezed your upper arms lightly and you finally forced your eyes to open.
Despite his wishes, you did scream before covering your own mouth to quiet the noise. The covered portion of the dock was covered in its usual white Christmas lights, which wasn’t new. What was new, was the handful of flower petals leading up to the person standing under the lights.
“Girl, you crazy? Go get him!” Someone laughed at Cleo’s comment, and you shook your head, still in shock at the sight before you knowing they would be hiding somewhere nearby to watch this go down. 
You took off, shoes smacking loudly against the wooden platform to meet JJ who opened his arms and caught you with ease. You pulled back slightly to kiss him, your actions having a much different meaning than earlier.
JJ set you down gently and before he could even speak, you were nodding your head. He chuckled, “You’re not even gonna let me ask the question before agreeing?”
You let out a teary laugh. “Doesn’t matter, answer is yes.”
“Okay, well I was actually asking if you would stop taking long ass showers so-”
You pushed him lightly, your fingers shaking with adrenaline. “J.”
He shook his head and kneeled down in front of you, which caused another round of tears and you nearly choked at the sight of him. JJ Maybank would never get down on his knees for someone, but apparently, you were and would continue to be the exception to that rule. 
“I um… you know I suck at putting emotions into words, and I already gave John B the speech of my life-”
“You prepared better for my brother than me?” You teased and brushed tears from your cheeks. “Should’ve known you always wanted him.”
JJ nearly flipped you off in response but opted for a roll of his eyes instead. “Baby, are you seriously talking about your brother while I’m trying to propose?”
You gaped at him in disbelief. “You started it!” “Alright, alright,” JJ laughed and reached into his pocket to grab the ring. “Look. I know so much has happened in our lives, and shit will continue to hit the fan, but… you have made every day of our time together so worth it. You’re the reason I get out of bed, even when there’s so much I want to hide from. You’re the reason try to come home every night, to hold you and know it’ll be okay. You continue to be the reason I believe in love, after growing up in a world without it, and.. and I don’t know what I would do without you, and I don’t plan to find out, obviously. There’s so many promises I’ve yet to make, and there’s so much I owe to you, and I’m just gonna shut up before my leg goes numb so, will you marry me?”
Heart racing, you reached for JJ’s hand and a flicker of confusion crossed his face before he grabbed it and stood up to his full height again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shifted closer. “There is actually nothing in the world that I want more than to marry you. Where you go, I go, yeah?”
JJ barely cried, but the words were enough to push him over the edge and he quickly leaned down to kiss you in a way he hadn’t before. You fell in, melting into his hands like it was where you belonged. You could hear the faint cheers of your family behind you when the two of you pulled away, JJ taking the opportunity to slide the ring onto your left hand.
You gasped at the ring, eyes meeting his in shock, and you swore you were going to hit the ground at any second. “Where did you find this?”
JJ smiled, his thumbs brushing tears from your cheeks as he held your face softly. “You can thank Sarah for that one.”
Your bottom lip quivered at the sight of your mom’s ring resting on your hand. This ring had once meant family and promise, but it couldn’t hold up to that, no matter how much you wished it did. But with JJ in front of you, and your friends storming their way down to celebrate, you knew the story was about to change…. all because of you.
--
You didn’t ask who stole the alcohol, and quite frankly, you didn’t care because it was making you bubbly and warm inside. Your guess was Sarah raided whatever remained at her dad’s rental condo, considering there was a bottle of champagne in your hands and someone had a gnarly bottle of vodka somewhere in the room.
JJ was standing against the counter in front of you, your arms wrapped securely around his chest as his hand lightly traced the skin of your leg. You lazily leaned against him, glancing at your hand every so often to see the gems staring back at you. JJ would smile each time and squeeze your knee. You didn’t want to leave his side, and thankfully none of your friends would even try.
The scroll that John B had snagged from the mercenaries was laid across the table, Pope’s eyes looking over it closely. Cleo was snuggled into his side, whispering her own thoughts and ideas as they looked over the paper.
Kie handed you the newly lit joint. “To the happy couple,” She offered, bowing for emphasis which had you and JJ laughing.
You took it between your fingers and raised it to your lips to inhale before the blond boy in your arms turned to face you. You shook your head, already knowing where he was going before glancing to see where John B was in the room. Noticing he was occupied with Sarah, you took a deep inhale and held it for a moment before leaning to connect your lips to JJ’s, exhaling the smoke into his mouth.
“Oh, you assholes.” The protest came from Kiara who was still standing next to you, her face contorted in disgust.
You didn’t care though, and when JJ’s eyes met yours, the whole world disappeared. This was the start of your future together, of a new chapter in your lives that outweighed any before, and you were so excited to share it with him.
Kie rolled her eyes and took the joint back from you, pausing long enough to squeeze your arm. “Love you guys.”
“We love you, Kie,” You replied, giving her an appreciative smile before she walked away. JJ pulled the bottle of champagne from next to you and took a hefty sip, attempting to focus on the scene in front of him. 
“So, what are we supposed to do with this? It looks like a trippy mosaic.” Sarah pointed to the map in confusion, unable to read a single thing on the worn paper. 
“Decode it,” Your boyfriend, fiancé, answered her question. “That’s what we’re supposed to do.” He shifted out of your embrace to approach the table. You followed his motions to stand next to him, taking in the confusing document before you wrapped JJ’s jacket tighter around you.
“But…how?”
“With the code breaker, that’s how.” JJ plucked the joint back from Kiara’s fingers as he spoke. He took a hit before passing it to John B who did the same. You watched as your brother unconsciously passed it to Sarah, the blonde girl taking it into her grasp absentmindedly. 
You and Kiara acted instantly; Kie gave her a weird look as you cleared your throat in warning. Sarah’s eyes widened and she apologized, moving to hand the item back to Kiara, almost burning her in the process. Cleo watched the three of you skeptically, always paying attention, unlike the boys around you. You caught her eyes on you and opened your mouth to explain.
Thankfully, something clattered outside, creating enough of a distraction to save you all from an awkward explanation.
“What was that?” Pope asked quietly, silence overtaking the room. JJ shifted slightly, moving to stand in front of you as all eyes looked out the back windows where the commotion was coming from. 
To your dismay, the boys moved first, JJ’s shirt slipping out of your hold as you took a step toward Cleo, Kie shifting closer to Sarah. 
“I knew we shouldn’t have come back here,” Kie whispered as JJ and John B grabbed nearby ores in hopes of having some defense over whatever was out there. Cleo plucked her knife from her side, twirling it expertly between her fingers. You admired her bravery, as she was never one to let fear show on her face. 
Kiara tossed John B’s flannel over the map, a poor attempt at hiding it, but you guessed it was better than nothing. 
“What are you doing?” Pope was startled as John B slowly pushed open the door, a creaking noise filling the room. 
“Anything?” JJ asked a little bit louder when all you could hear were the animals chirping away outside. 
“No, nothing. That’s so weird.” Your brother slowly closed the doors. “It kind of sounded like it was-”
A loud crashing noise pulled a scream from Kie, all of you gasping in shock as none other than Chandler Groff stumbled his way inside.
Cleo’s grasp on your arm lightened but she held her knife steady toward the man as he gave mumbled apologies. If your heart wasn’t racing before, it sure as shit was now. 
The unwelcome visitor turned his attention to the boy behind you. “JJ. You made it. I uh, I’m sorry to bother you here. I swam, I swam all the way in.”
“Oh my god,” Sarah breathed in shock, taking the opportunity to move closer to John B for comfort.
You turned to see JJ’s expression drop, annoyance taking over all his features as he watched the man who claimed to be his real dad lean against the doorway. “What are you doing here?”
Groff shook his head, clearing his throat with a loud cough that made you flinch. “I had nowhere… nowhere else to go, son.”
The name made JJ wince slightly and you suddenly wanted to rewind to 5 minutes ago when all of you were much happier and celebrating something positive. You watched carefully as his face went stoic and he leaned the ore against the wall, shifting past you to loop an arm under Groff’s and help him inside. 
John B turned to you with a look and all you could really do was shrug in response. You obviously weren’t thrilled with what was supposed to be a night for the two of you was suddenly out of your hands. 
Groff clambered messily into a chair as JJ went to reach for water from the fridge. You stood quietly, watching the scene with uncertainty. Sarah had come to join your other side, Cleo still on guard next to you. She didn’t trust this man, and honestly, neither did you. And now he’s running to you guys for help?
You walked up to JJ, your palm easing across his back to his shoulder blades. He didn’t seem happy about Groff being here, making you question what had happened on Goat Island before you arrived. Neither of you really had a chance to talk about it, and you regretted not checking in with him prior.
“Is it true?” Your question was quiet, meant to be shared with only you and JJ. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
“Is it true that I’m JJ’s biological father? Yes.”
Your gaze was sharp as you regarded the man sitting just across from you. “I wasn’t asking you.”
Groff sighed and looked down. “I don’t deserve the title. And you have a right not to trust me, I understand. I could’ve done better by him, I know that. I look forward to telling you all about it.”
JJ shook his head, turning toward you so he didn’t have to stare at the sight in front of him and could redirect his gaze on you. Your hand dropped from his back, unconsciously following down his arm so you could twist your fingers with his, keeping him close. 
“I’m afraid time is short. We’re all in danger here. Let me guess,” He pointed over your shoulder to where John B had tossed the tube that contained the rolled map. “You open that packing tube over there and find a scroll inside, but you can’t read it. That scroll is encrypted.”
“How do you know that?” John B returned.
“Because if you took that from the Corsairs, I suspect that you are in possession of the Mogador scroll, created by Barbary pirates in 1703. The Lupine Corsairs are dangerous mercenaries. Now you’ve stolen from them.”
You rolled your eyes, having zero interest in this man’s monologue. If you were in danger, having him here did not help in the slightest. 
“Okay, so what exactly is this Mogador?” Pope asked. If anyone could put together the pieces of this, it would be him.
“It’s…a map.”
Cleo almost groaned next to you. “We aware of that, man. To where?”
Groff continued, “Well, if I knew the answer to that, I’d be a very rich man. But I can tell you who made it. Murad the Younger.”
The name sparked in your head, familiar but not quite recognizable. You glanced at John B to see him already looking at you. “Murad?” He repeated. 
“Oh, you know him? Groff asked, looking between the two of you. “Barbary pirate, slaver. In 1703, a Berber shepherd gave Murad a gold coin as tribute. He asked the shepherd where he’d gotten the coin, and after some persuasion, the Berber told him about a hidden vault in the desert filled with gold. And one other very special item.”
“The Blue Crown,” John B answered softly.
Groff turned to him, curious. “So, you know what it is?”
Sarah cleared her throat purposefully as your brother tried to back track. “Uh, it’s uh… my dad was a historian.”
“It was practically a bedtime story,” You tried to reinforce John B’s excuse and shot him a look.
“What is it though? The crown thing?” Kie asked as she pulled herself up on the table next to Sarah. 
“A mythical artifact,” Groff explained, “And if you trust the legends, a dangerous weapon capable of granting wishes and rendering enemies defenseless.”
You almost scoffed at the ridiculous reasoning, but Cleo was happy to voice her skepticism, “And you believe that?”
Groff shook his head. “No, of course not, but it’s invaluable. I’m looking for it just like you, and if I could help you find it, I’d… just want to get my cut. Nothing more.”
“If they found it 300 years ago, there’s no way that magic cap is still there,” JJ said, his foot nudging yours gently. 
“Maybe, maybe not. See Murad was encamped in Essaouira, in what’s now Morocco. Before he had a chance to follow the map, it was stolen by a young woman named Elizabeth Howell, who later became Blackbeard’s future wife. He helped her elude her captors, and the two of them escaped to the Carolinas with the map. The rest of their lives they wondered, was there really a vault in the desert that held the crown? On the day he died-”
“He left Elizabeth with the map,” Sarah cut him off, her boredom winning as you all listened to this man ramble. 
Groff nodded. “And now, you have it. But you can’t read it, right? You need a lens, a special lens. A piece of refracted crystal encased with a chain. Elizabeth Teach had that lens when she was killed at Blackstone.”
You exchanged a glance with JJ before facing Chandler. “So, let me guess. You uh, you have that lens.”
He made a dramatic effort to act all upset and looked down. “Not in my possession, no. But I know where it is.”
JJ squeezed your hand slightly. “Where?”
“Your mother’s grave.”
You groaned softly, dropping JJ’s hand to cover your face and rub at the skin like it could wash away all of your annoyance with this conversation. All of this history talk was making your brain hurt and you really, really didn’t like that you’d lost this entire night to JJ’s supposed dad who had no business showing up here. 
“I, um, I’m gonna go to bed,” You excused yourself, giving JJ a rushed kiss before almost running out of the room. Various chatter followed your departure, but you swung yourself up the stairs without another word. Stopping in John B and Sarah’s room to grab your clothes from earlier, you were quick to change into the comfy attire and retreat to your hammock on the balcony, wanting nothing more than peace and quiet. 
“Babe?” JJ wasn’t very far behind you, coming out to stand over you as you settled into the material. “You okay?”
You sighed, hands rubbing at your tired eyes as the alcohol and weed wore off, leaving you slightly buzzed and just tired. “Yeah, just didn’t wanna keep listening to him.”
JJ reached out for you, his hand grabbing yours as you swayed slowly. “This is not how I imagined this night going. Was supposed to celebrate with you, in every way possible.” He leaned down to rub his nose against yours gently, eliciting a small laugh before you kissed him softly.
“Not your fault,” You whispered. “Please tell me someone’s down there with him.”
JJ brushed a hair from your face gently. “Pope’s picking his brain while Cleo plays guard dog. Sarah said she needed to talk to John B.”
You nodded, hoping she was talking to him about what you thought she would be. “Are you okay?”
The hesitation told you that no, he wasn’t, but he didn’t know what else to do. JJ took the opportunity to slide into the hammock next to you, practically flopping on you so his head rested on your chest, and you welcomed the embrace. He was so warm against you and you truly cherished the moment as the first one you two had shared alone after the proposal.
“Love you,” You whispered quietly, leaning to kiss his head as your fingers sorted through his hair. 
“Love you too.”
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John B was a shit liar. You had been able to clock him so easily growing up, and unfortunately (for him), Sarah was just as good at it.
So when Sarah came into the room and very shakily asked to talk to him, he was nervous. He didn’t know what she was going to ask, or say, and he wasn’t mentally prepared. But she seemed really scared, so he couldn’t say no. 
“I’m pregnant.”
The words practically smacked him in the face, his whole body going into shock as he tried to wrap his head around the concept. Sarah, his Sarah, pregnant. 
“You’re pregnant?” He repeated the phrase, keeping his tone as neutral as possible even though a little bit of shock slipped in. He wasn’t sure how she felt about this and wanted to tread carefully. She was teary and nodded. “You’re… pregnant?”
“Mhmm,” She answered, her whole body filled with nerves. Sarah had been through so much shit, but she could confidently say this was the scariest moment of her life that regarded her relationship with John B.
The idea was starting to visualize in his head and he nodded. “We’re pregnant.”
Sarah’s heart clenched in her chest. “Yeah.”
“O-okay. Um…”
“I’m really, really scared,” She admitted shakily, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to do this, I know you don’t know how to do this. And we’re… so young. And I know the timing’s probably terrible. And I know you and JJ wanna go after that crown, but-”
“Hey, come here. I’ve got you.” John B shushed her, gently pulling her into his lap as she sobbed, terrified of what was to come. 
She sunk into his arms, shaking as she hugged him tightly against her. “I’m just really scared, I was really scared to tell you, but your sister said I should, and…”
John B nearly choked on his own air at the mention of you knowing. “She knows?”
Sarah pulled back a little to look at him, nodding. “Yeah, she’s the first one I told.”
Your brother nearly threw up at the idea, knowing you hadn’t told him which meant you’d been keeping enough bottled up since whenever you found out. “Oh, shit.”
Sarah frowned at his identical reaction to Kie. “What?”
John B shook his head. “No, nothing, it’s-”
“No.” Sarah gave him a particular look, one that froze him in his spot and usually got her the answer she was looking for. “Why does everyone react with oh shit when they hear that she knows?”
John B took a deep breath and weighed his options. Either he told Sarah the truth and sent her into a guilty spiral with the information, or he told her to ask you and watched her feel even worse when the news came from you.
“I um…” John B tilted his head back with a sigh, keeping his hands anchored on Sarah’s hips to hold her steady as she repeated his name. “She… when we were at the church, in Charleston, I asked her what had happened before we left. I didn’t know it was Rafe at the time, but she started asking me all these questions about our conversation on the ferry and kids, and-”
“John B,” Sarah interrupted him softly, recalling his focus.
“She can’t…she can’t have kids.”
Sarah’s heart nearly shattered in her chest and the tears built up all over again. “What?” Her voice cracked as she looked at John B, his own eyes teary at the repetition of your conversation in his head. “Are.. is she sure?”
John B nodded. “It was, after everything with Rafe, when we were gone a-and-”
Sarah stood abruptly, her brother’s name enough to make her lunch threaten to come back up. “I’ve gotta talk to her.”
“Wait, wait!”
John B took off after her, following her rushed steps as she climbed the stairs with the intention of getting to you. “Sarah, wait!”
Sarah wished she had listened. She wished she had taken a moment to stop and think about what she would say to you, because the moment she opened your door, she was met with JJ’s raised voice. She was met with JJ, standing in the middle of the room, his loud frustration directed at your crying form that was across from him.
But that wasn’t what made Sarah so nervous.
It was the pregnancy test, the one she had taken earlier, in JJ’s hand, the two positive lines staring back at her as he pointed it at you with an intention that made her want to throw up. 
And when Sarah made eye contact with you, she realized how truly, truly fucked up this whole thing was about to be.
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jj x routledge!reader on pouguelandia confessing their feelings while walking at the beach at night when the others are asleep
pairing. jj x fem!routledge!reader
warnings. insecurity, slight angst to fluff, jj being with a cutie pie, kissing
summary. reader has always liked jj and got insecure when she sees jj staring absentmindedly at her, but in reality he was admiring her.
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THE SMELL OF SMOKE FILLED HER NOSE AS SHE SAT NEAR THE BONFIRE. You were focused up in the stars, trying to saturate your mind on something other than anxiety. These past couple of months have been exhausting to say the least. You still had her guard up, always sleeping with one eye open. Even after John B told you it was going to be fine, words could only do so much to ease her anxieties. 
Everyone was asleep and you were the only one awake; or so you thought. “What are you doin’ up?”
You slightly flinched before realizing it was only JJ. You eased your muscles, sighing before relaxing. “I can’t sleep.” 
You looked up at the tall blonde as he sat down on the sand next to you, his baby blue eyes looking into yours.
He hummed in response, before nodding and looking away. You always have had sleep issues, even when they were kids. 
He fondly remembers the late nights with John B trying to lull you back to sleep. He also remembers the fact he could put you to sleep faster than anyone. John B always said he was the ‘Y/N whisperer’. But the truth was, JJ was just JJ and for some odd reason, you had always felt safe when you were with him. If someone asked when you started feeling this odd sense of safety, you wouldn’t know because you always just have. JJ always had that comforting feel to you. 
Your insomnia worsened after your father had gone missing, rightfully so. Your guard has been up since the day your father left. And no one but JJ could comfort, even your own brother. 
“Yeah, me too.”
They sat in silence before he spoke up again, “let’s walk.” 
You nodded in agreement, getting up with JJ.
Side by side, they started walking the beaches of Poguelandia. The late hours of the night were her favorite and she always admired dark skies filled with beautiful stars and even more breathtaking moon. She was always a night owl, preferring the quiet hours of the night.
JJ admired you under the bright moonlight, slightly smiling.
A blush came onto his cheeks. JJ had always adored Y/N, even when they were kids. He always had a protective nature over you, wanting to take you out of harm’s way no matter what. Especially when John B had gone missing, JJ had felt like it was his job to make sure you’re safe for John B. But somewhere along the way that adoration turned into a crush and now, JJ can’t stop thinking about you. 
You looked so gorgeous under the bright cast of the moon and JJ couldn’t help but staring. He couldn’t even think straight as he looked at you. 
You turned, meeting his gaze and laughing slightly. “What are you smiling about?”
JJ’s eyes widened; he forgot he was in real life for a second there, zoning out on your dreamlike features. He shook his head and looked down at the sand and shrugged. “Nothing.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, suddenly feeling insecure. You looked down at the sand, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach. 
Your old crush had come back and suddenly you were back at the chateau, crying in your bedroom because JJ had brought another girl over again. You had always felt insecure, especially compared to JJ’s exes. 
JJ had felt the shift in atmosphere, he mirrored your confused expression. Sudden worry filled his system. “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, not wanting to bring up the fact that you’re feeling insecure over something so small. “Nothing.”
JJ stopped walking and grabbed her arm, bringing you to look up at him. “No, tell me.” 
“No, it’s fine. It’s stupid.” 
“If I did something, tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything-”
“JJ, no, no.” You shook your head, You sighed and avoided his gaze. “You were just staring and maybe you noticed one of my pimples or something. And I haven’t shaved in like-”
JJ laughed and shook his head as Y/N spoke and she halted her speech and scoffed. He immediately felt guilty and shook his head, “No, Y/N-”
“You’ve said enough, JJ-”
“Are you serious?” It was JJ’s time to scoff now. You morph your face into annoyance and shake your head in agreement.
“Yes, JJ, I’m allowed to feel insecure when you literally stare at my face-”
He laughed again, “you? Insecure?”
“Yes, JJ.” You said simply before rolling your eyes and sighing, “you know what, I’m tired, so I’m just gonna head to bed.” You started walking away. 
He suddenly felt stupid and he sighed before running up to catch up with you. When he did, you did your best to ignore him. He hurt your feelings and you were going to give him the cold shoulder until he apologizes. 
“Y/N, I’m sorry.”
Well, that was fast.
You sighed and crossed your arms, turning to face the blonde. 
“You misunderstood me, I meant… It’s ridiculous that you feel insecure.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. JJ sighed and shook his head, he was always bad at explaining his feelings. Especially when it was his feelings for you. He took a minute to try to figure what to say and you felt impatient. 
“You’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” He whispered; anyone not directly in front of him couldn’t hear it. You almost missed it with the waves crashing, and even then, you thought you misheard him. He bashfully looked away, directing his eyes to the sand below them.
“Wait, what?”
He felt even more stupid now, sighing. You were going to tell John B and he was going to kill him if he didn’t just drown himself before John B had a chance to.
“You don’t have to lie, I mean-”
JJ groaned, “God, shut up. I wouldn’t lie. You know I can’t lie to you.” 
“So, you really think I’m pretty?”
JJ nodded. “Who wouldn’t?”
“JJ, don’t joke around right now.”
“I wouldn’t joke about that, Y/N. Why can’t you just take a compliment?” JJ was annoyed at how oblivious you were acting. “Y/N, you have to be joking. How could you not tell I’ve had a crush on you for like, two years now!” 
He was frustrated but as soon as those words came out, he shut right back up. He just confessed his crush to you and you looked like you had just seen a ghost. 
JJ looked just as you were. Was he joking around? “JJ, how couldn’t you tell that I’ve liked you since we were kids?” You finally replied and he had the same reaction as you. 
“You’ve liked me since we were kids?”
You nodded. Now, you were both the oblivious ones. You and JJ sat in silence for a good minute before JJ spoke up again. 
“We’re both so stupid.”
You nodded again. “Yeah, we are.”
JJ looked down at you, a smile making its way onto his lips. Suddenly, the quiet night had become much louder for the both of you; your mind's racing with possibilities. JJ was always a reckless, YOLO kind of person, but with you, he always wanted to take his time and be patient.
You were thinking of how perfect this night turned out, staring at JJ’s features, admiring them and taking them in. You weren’t sure of most things, but one thing you knew for absolute fact: You loved JJ Maybank. Your mind stopped racing but one thought lingered. 
You put your hand on his cheek, feeling his warmth as you kept looking between his eyes and pink lips. You both slowly started leaning in and you connected lips. 
It was a slow, patient kiss - like JJ had imagined, but this time it wasn’t imaginary. JJ couldn’t help but think about what they'd been through these past couple of months but he always had comfort in the fact you were right beside him.
You were thinking the exact same things, and up until the moment you had connected lips you’d regretted everything. The regret slowly vaporized into the kiss because every bad thing had led up to this, and suddenly, it wasn’t so bad now that you had finally gotten your award.
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luvzxr · 10 days ago
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Little Pougie
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Chapter 5
previous, next chapters.
So I'm going to go ahead and repost because I kinda fucked up my last part of the story and I don't want people to miss it and have all the chapters messed up for them because that's just not fun. HOWEVER, I will post chapter 6 today as well just to catch up.
If you'd like to read ahead you may. My wattpad will be linked here from now on!
Also, when I started this story on wattpad I did make a spotify playlist as well which is public so it will be linked as well if you are the type of person to listen to music while you read!
Summery; In which fem!reader is the little sister to John B Routledge. Sweet, gentle and innocent. The complete opposite to JJ Maybank but he finds himself falling for her and he can't stop himself doing so.
Pairing; Fem!reader x JJ Maybank
Word Count; 3,290
Warnings; Throughout this series there are talks of abuse, drug and alcohol use, trauma, talks of self doubt and wanting to be unalived. Possible smut in the future as well so read at your own risk!
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05. Teach Me
(Y/n) was kinda in the mood for death right about now.
Actually no, she didn't necessarily mind the situation she found herself in but she would much rather be at home. She wanted to be curled up next to their busted up AC, book in hand and pure joy with the silence of being the only one home for a few hours.
She didn't want to be here because it was too hot to be here. Sweating, grossing with the slight uncomfortable feeling of sand between each of her toes. Her brother and his friends would consider this a dream come true. (Y/n), however, did not.
It wasn't like (Y/n) hated being out and about to bask in the sun but when it was in the high 90's with little to no wind to cool off, she certainly had a word that came close to hate.
"Yknow, you'd cool off in the water (Y/n/n)," John B hinted, finger extending lazily towards the crashing waves in front of them while he took a seat next to her, "trust me. You'll thank me later,"
They were at the beach. One of the popular surf spots around their town.
The boy surprisingly didn't have to convince her very long to come with, (Y/n) just openly decided to for once to not put up a fight and go out. However, she suddenly wished she had put up a fight because she was highly regretting her decisions now.
"Shut up JB," (Y/n) grumbled, a small eye roll in the process, "you didn't tell me it was suppose to be almost 100,"
"Best day to go surfing!"
(Y/n) wanted to reach over and deck her own brother in the face but that would be mean and she was trying to have a good day with everyone. No need to start with physically assaulting her own sibling. "I hate you,"
"No you don't,"
"Pretty sure I do,"
"You'll get over it," John B snickered, shoulder nudging her own in a playful manner.
(Y/n)'s head shook, suppressing a smile because if her brother saw he'd know he had at least manage to make her smile and she didn't want him to know that.
"You should really just come to hang out with everyone," John B suggested, standing to his feet.
(Y/n) wasn't the type to be very talkative regardless of who it was and she kind of wanted to decline his offer but being a complete and utter introvert to the people John B called family just seemed rude.
Of course she's talked to all of them and even considered herself close with Sarah and Kie but that doesn't take away from the fact that she most of the time preferred to be alone or with her brother and JJ because she felt the most comfortable with the two.
She took a few more seconds to decide before utterly coming to a conclusion. "Okay, I'll come over."
"Great!" John B grinned, making his way towards the group closer towards the water.
(Y/n) pushed herself up using her palms that laid out in the gentle sand, standing to her feet before cautiously following behind her older sibling.
The rest of the Pouges were huddled around one another, staring out towards the crashing waves while passing around a lit blunt and beers in hand.
Sarah actually tried to be close Sophie and it wasn't just because she was dating her older brother. Sarah knew that (Y/n) seemed to have the urge to meet people and make friends but it just seemed like she struggled a bit to do so. Her social anxiety was pretty rough on her at times.
Sarah just wanted to try to help (Y/n) get into the habit of feeling confident in herself and her actions and (Y/n) appreciated the blonde girl more than she was willing to let on.
Watching John B find something to urn for other than the past was a big moment even if Sarah didn't see that quite yet.
(Y/n) could and it was a big deal to her.
(Y/n) remembered a time where Kiara and Sarah couldn't even be left in a room together because everyone thought one of em might end up dead if it happened which was funny to look back on now because they were so close. 
The little scheme that John B and the two other boys pulled works back then and now the two girls seemed to be inseparable.
 "(Y/n)!"
"Hey (Y/n/n)!"
"What's up (Y/n/n)!"
Sarah, Kie and Pope all managed to sync together, attention now on the younger girl who revealed herself behind John B. It wasn't too often she joined in on their shenanigans much less join on her own accord most times but regardless, they tried to include her and make her feel welcomed.
It wasn't that (Y/n) didn't like his friends because if she was honest, they felt like her own flesh and blood too— even if they weren't— No, she just found herself not being able to speak half the time or when she did, all she ended up doing was stuttering and stumbling over her own words just as she does her own feet and it was embarrassing enough when it came to being a genuine klutz.
So most times she tried to keep the clumsiness to a minimum because the less there was, the less moments she had to cringe about remembering how it could of all went so much more smoother if she hadn't done this or that.
"Hi guys," (Y/n)'s hand raised up gently to wave with a small, cheeky smile.
She was hesitant to join the circle because it just usually wasn't her thing but John B was quick to react when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gently pulled her in.
"C'mon Pougie."
Once the girl adjusted to her standing position she took notice that rugged blonde was no where in sight which was odd because there is no way in hell that man would miss out on the excuse to sit around in a circle with his closest friends and smoke some weed or drink a beer.
She had expected him to be the one who had even lit the blunt or even instantly getting everyone into the spirit for this, in fact, was a beach day and most of the time that meant nothing was off limits.
"Where's JJ?" (Y/n) questioned, glancing around one last time to make sure her own eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
Pope's head jerked a bit out towards the water, "out there."
Her eyes scanned the shimmering crystal water until they landed on the dirty blonde. He sat afloat on his old foam surfboard that currently was only idle. He was waiting— but it seemed that he previously already was engulfed by the water because he was already drenched from head to toe.
His body synced so well with the movement of the waves and the way they jerked and pulled around him. He made it look so easy to just sit and float upon water that was just waiting to pour right over top of him and take him right off that board.
However, that just wasn't JJ. That wouldn't happen.
(Y/n) couldn't even imagine herself out there even though the girl practically lived off the water and watched her brother over the years surf she just could never get the hang of it.
John B did try to teach her how. He went through all the basics, he showed her the stances she needed to take and even the precautions when the whole thing went south but she just never got the hang of it. He was too nervous to even let her out on the water because he was terrified something might go wrong.
He had every right to be nervous too because even on land (Y/n) had a hard time keeping her balance on the board, even in sand. Her form often made him worrisome because all it took was one inexperienced surfer and one wave that could take her out and drag her under.
He was too scared to take that chance with her.
He felt bad but eventually he tried to find ways to cancel plans to teach her because his anxiety was just too damn high. He truly felt like a parent who tried to teach their kid how to ride a bike for the first time.
Only this one required more caution and he couldn't be with her on that board if something went wrong.
"What's he doing?" Her eyes never left the man out on the water. She kept track of him even when the waves seemed to cover him from afar.
"He's waiting for the perfect wave," John B spoke, his eyes also trained on the male out on the water. His arm still strung around (Y/n)'s shoulder and his other wrapped around Sarah's waist, holding her close.
(Y/n) recalled that wording before, back when John B was trying to teach her how to surf. Perfect waves often meant the water was smooth, almost glassy and the waves weren't folding in different directions. In Sophie's mind it was hard to tell the difference but then again, she didn't get much of a chance to learn that far ahead.
As her eyes trained on JJ they also began to glance out further where they locked onto movement.
A large wave was approaching. And fast.
"Wait.. like that one?" She pointed out, navigating for her brother of what she saw but he'd already seen it.
His head bobbed slightly, "Yup. That's the one."
It was pretty easy for John B to notice the perfect waves because he'd been surfing for as long as he could remember. It was like second nature for him to just know what the right ones were and when to abort if they were too dangerous to take on.
Most of the time though, JJ took them on anyway and John B often wondered how the man himself wasn't dead yet.
(Y/n) watched intently from the shore, eyes glued on the Maybank boy as his body seemed almost relaxed and slowly laid across the board stomach down. His arms began to paddle himself towards the oncoming monster of a wave and Sophie could feel her own heart drop at the sight.
She knew how reckless the boy was and how he often took risks he probably shouldn't being taking in the first place. She hated the fact he'd do it too but everyone else seemed to always have faith he'd come back alive. Even though most had to use that as a mask to hide their own worries and fears for the boy because JJ hated the fact his friends would show worry for him.
JJ seen worry or fear as pity and he couldn't stand it. Seeing that emotion on their face only seemed to irritate him because they had better things to worry about or fear than losing him.
At least that's how he felt.
(Y/n) is the only one out of everyone that the boy ever truly let show that emotion towards him. Not because she was John B's little sister because that excuse expired a long time ago. Where she began to grow up and realize that not everything was rainbows and unicorns and that eventually— when you least expect it— things turn to shit and you are challenged on if you can survive what's thrown at you or you drown trying.
No, that most definitely wasn't it. (Y/n) was just the person who cared for people and their welling being. She liked to be helpful and caring where she could and even if she couldn't, she still found the perfect little ways of being there for the ones who needed her the most.
She was like a piece of gold but she was way more valuable than the real thing and worth more than anyone could ever offer to her.
JJ valued her, even if he didn't show it all that much but he'd slowly became her protector more than her own brother was suppose to be. And he had to admit that he use to hate it.
He hated the idea of it. He use to hate the fact that he made that promise to John B years ago and wished he'd never spoke those two sacred words to him because then maybe he wouldn't have to be looked at like he was some knight in shining armor. That's not who JJ was, he wasn't some rescue pup for some girl who he use to find aggravating and how he wished he could just clamp his palm over her mouth and she'd magically shut up.
But things change and so do people.
So as (Y/n) watched his board inch closer and closer towards the waves she could feel her heart beat almost as fast and all she could do is watch and pray that the stupid blonde wouldn't get dragged under and never come back up.
Her eyes followed his every movement. The way his body jumped up from his laying position as he was almost face to face with the waves. She watched how his body twisted and turned all while keeping his balance, how he gliding across the water with ease and instead of being worried anymore she found herself mesmerized.
(Y/n) took into account how he'd done this his entire life and how he mastered every movement and stance throughout the years up until this point. JJ was just a natural when it came to surfing and he knew he was damned good at it too because when he came off that water and was looking back at the group while he took his seat back on the board, there was nothing on his face but a shit eating smirk.
He really was the best surfer that John B knew and also would never admit to JJ's face because he had enough ego as it is.
"Let's go JayJ!"
"Yeah JJ!"
The whooping and hollering could be heard all throughout the beach from the small group calling out to their friend who was making his way off the water. His entire being glistening as he walked up towards the shore where everyone was.
John B finally let go of his two favorite girls, walking over to slap hands with JJ and pull him in for a short but sweet chest hug. All while a smile was spread across both of their faces. JJ's full of confidence.
"That was fucking amazing JJ," John B beamed, his excited tone could be heard from miles if it hadn't been already. He may never admit to JJ himself that he was an extraordinary surfer but he'd pay respect where it was due. And this was one of those times that it certainly was.
The blonde couldn't hide his ego even if he tried the hardest to do so, it just would be no use. He was pretty surprised himself because deep down he even had doubts.
Of course, he would never show it but he honestly felt like that wave would of knocked his ass right off that board and he'd come up from the water a tad bit embarrassed. However that just couldn't happen to JJ, he wouldn't allow it till the day he dies.
Which is ironic considering the boy often face plants when they were in a haste to get somewhere. Just a small quirk of his.
"That was really good JJ," her voice was heavenly and gentle which caught his attention almost immediately.
"Oh, Pougie came to watch me? I'm flattered," he teased, laying his board down in the sand and beginning to make his way over towards Sophie. His hand place atop her head to ruffle up her hair a bit.
She gently swatted at his hand and gave a well deserved roll of her eyes, "shut up. I'm serious Jay. That was really good."
"Listen to her man, she doesn't even compliment my surfing," John B chimes in, a small but playful pout was across his lips. Sometimes her own brother made her want to slap him just for being her own flesh and blood.
(Y/n) shook her head, already fed up with her own sibling at this current time but tilted her head up towards JJ again, "can you reach me?"
His eyebrows furrowed and his glance back to John B made the nerves in (Y/n)'s stomach turn because she already knew how they'd react to the question but she wanted to try again.
"I don't know Princess.. That'd be up to your brother on if he'd let me or not," his unsure tone stood firm, making it known that it wasn't up to him but up to John B. He knew how John B felt about (Y/n) and surfing and even though it truly broke the man's heart because they grew up on the water, he felt it was safer that she'd stay clear of the sport all together.
"John B, I'm not a kid anymore. I wanna learn and I'm tired of being babied," she sighed and pouted a tad which was hard not to see a child in (Y/n) when she'd do things like that.
John B contemplated a moment, trying to decide between his gut and the fact his own sister had a point of always being babied but it was just because he cared. His lips pursed into a frown the longer he took to answer her.
"You promise me you listen to him? What he says, goes. Okay?" He cracked.
He could feel his own heart rip in two because part of him felt he needed to start giving her opportunities because eventually she'd act like he had as a teen, even though he still was one himself. She'd grow too curious and eventually do things behind his back which he knew he wouldn't be able to handle. He didn't want (Y/n) growing into that.
The other part however, was the unknowing fear he felt deep inside. The type of fear that made your stomach twist and turn even at the thoughts or images of what could happen. He'd felt like the parent ever since (Y/n) was born and he always had the parental intent because somehow— deep down, he knew she would be the only family he had left.
(Y/n) nodded in agreement and trying to also hold back a smile with a little dance of victory but eventually that façade cracked and a little smile shown across her plush lips.
"Pinky promise me Pougie,"
Pinky promises was something the siblings had done to show the seriousness of their matters. To them, it showed trust and understanding but often times never came out unless it was something that needed to be taken more serious than other situations.
And to John B, this was as serious as serious came. He needed to know that his baby sister would be okay and leave learning without a scratch on her. That he wouldn't have to worry like a sick parent about her when it came to learning from his own best friend.
His pinky extended out, lingering and waiting for her much smaller one to wrap around and interlock.
"Pinky promise." She spoke, her pinky interlocking with his and with that he pulled her into a tight hug. His chin laid on the top of her head with his arms wrapped tight around her.
"Then he can teach you."
After the heart felt moment between the two, John B let go of (Y/n) and shifted himself towards JJ, "take care of her man. I need you to,"
"Don't worry bro. Pougie will be safe with me. As long as I'm around, nothing will happen to that girl."
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