#john b routledge preferences

[cantstoptheimagines]

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.”

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.”

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.

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.”

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!”

[nickeverdeen]

Outer Banks characters if you got your period in middle of the night

John B

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.”

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

Guess who FINALLY caved and started obx?

[wordsarelife]

—the alchemy

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.

[thewulf]

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+

“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.”

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.

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+

GIF by anakin-skywalker

TW: Talks of depression, being sad, not eating etc.

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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[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Sports:

Joao Felix

Jude Bellingham

Brock Purdy

Leon Draisaitl

Jack Hughes

Vince Dunn

Mitch Marner

Connor Bedard

Wayne Gretzky (young)

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[obx-4-life]

Suddenly falling

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

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..."

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 🩵

[beetlejuice-maitland]

🚨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.

[a-aexotic]

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.

[cantstoptheimagines]

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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Paradise on Earth (17)

Chapter: 17. The Bonfire

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, Underage drinking, Violence and Jealousy

Summary: Pope receives new information, and the annual bonfire is a bowl of drama.

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Nobody knew what to do after the explosion, it was like time had stilled, it was like a bomb went off with you and your friends hiding behind the trenches. Sarah’s wailing and sobbing, the radios police officers had carried on them had picked up on frequencies from other cops in the area. Shoupe had responded, informing them of what had just occurred then ushering you, your brother, Pope, JJ, and Kie, off the dock.

Sarah was allowed to stay, being as this was her property, her father’s property and he was dead. She stayed in Topper's arms, teary-eyed as she watched John B walk away without a word in her direction.

What could he say? What could any of you say?

I’m sorry? For her loss, probably. But none of you would truly mean it, Ward Cameron was better off dead.

None of you wanted to leave Sarah in her home alone with her brother who had attempted to murder her not 24 hours ago, but nobody dared to convince her to go with you all.

The weekend would end and you would all have to be back in school tomorrow, spending the last day fishing by the dock and contemplating the meaning of life after what you had just witnessed.

Day turned into night, JJ and Kie went to buy beer while you, Pope, and John B, lay on the HMS Pogue. The three of you stared up into the night sky in reflection. Your brother had just confessed to him and Sarah breaking up.

“I don’t get it,” John B voices after minutes of silence, “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.”

You snap your fingers at Pope’s poetic words, “Jesus if you wrote a book about heartbreak, I’d the shit out of it… Did it really only last five minutes though?”

You tried to lighten the mood a little, though clearly, those weren’t the vibes the two heartbroken boys were on. Lowkey, neither were you, but showing it would just open a can of worms (questions) that you weren’t ready to deal with.

Pope turns his head to his left, where you lay in between him and John B, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s going on with you and Kie?” You quip, sitting up and crossing your legs with your knees outwards. You technically already knew what Kie had told you, but you wanted to hear his thoughts.

“Well, she just wants to be friends.”

“Oh, death blow,” John B exhales. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I-I didn’t even see it coming,” Pope lifted and let his hands fall onto his stomach.

You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you didn’t because the duo that left had just come back, tossing beer your way. You almost didn’t catch yours, JJ threw it at you swiftly, and you glared at him to which he ignored you.

“What are you guys doing down here?” He asked. “Having a good cry?”

“Cry?” John B and Pope ask each other, “What are you talking about? We don’t cry.”

You were about to, seeing Kie wearing JJ’s sweater, the size overwhelming her frame. You popped open the can and sipped on it.

“You know it’s not your fault right?” She asks JB with a smile.

“You think she’ll come back?”

“She’s one of us,” She inhales smoke from a joint, no doubt she and JJ already started smoking.

He smiles to himself, “Sarah’s a pogue.”

~~~

“Y/n!”

A loud feminine voice yelled in your ear, you jolted awake, your hand swinging to hit whoever disturbed you.

“Woah, chill,” She steps back.

“What the fuck, Kiara,” You mumble into your pillow once you saw it was her.

“It’s Monday, we have school.”

You wanted to die, quickly and right now, in your sleep preferably. Your bed had never felt more comfortable, you felt like you had just closed your eyes and here this bitch was waking you from your slumber.

You physically could not open your eyes, they felt permanently shut. You felt yourself drift…

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god!” You cried out, “Okay, okay, I swear if John B and Jayj, aren’t getting the same treatment I’m suing.”

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eyesight get better, you needed to wash your face. You changed into jeans and a grey cotton long-sleeve, the autumn air coming in, allowing you to wear your cozy clothing without dying of heatstroke.

You wobble your way to the bathroom about to open the door when it opens for you, your eyes widen before you as a familiar blond (who you still weren’t talking to) appears before you, you both switch places and you shut the door. You quickly freshened up and went back to your room, snatching up your bookbag from the floor.

“We have a geometry test in 30 minutes,” Pope informs John B, dragging him along and pulling JJ by his collar into the Twinkie.

You stayed behind, catching a ride with Kie, the both of you didn’t have a test in the morning and decided you can be late to first period and homeroom to buy some groceries.

Kie insisted she pays, she saw how empty the fridge was before she woke you up and wanted to do something about it.

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” You protest as she pulls out a credit card.

She gives you a look, “I can’t just let you guys starve, now c’mon let’s drop this off before we’re even more late.”

~~~

After school, with a full fridge, you eat a bowl of fruit you picked out at the store as Pope explains how Mr. Sunn pulled them into his classroom and gave them Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“August 15th set sail from Port-au-prince on calm seas.” Pope Reads, “Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire, the entire deck was aflame and we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing; his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo, and countless bars of gold.”

“Once the cargo was on board we went to help the crew but Captain Limberey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“So it didn’t go down off Bermuda,” JJ confirmed.

“And it was a Limberey, stealing shit again,” Kie scoffed.

Pope nods, “This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.”

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “If Denmark was able to get this bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You piece his question together. “He had to hide it someplace else, obviously.”

“But where?” John B questions.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he’d buried the treasure at the foot of the angel,” Pope explains.

“I thought this was about the key,” JJ looks confused.

“Right, so what’s the connection?” Kie observes.

Pope repeats the line, “‘The path to the tomb begins in the island room.’”

“But what is the island room?” She rolls her eyes.

“You know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ hops up from his place on the couch on the porch, you hold your breath for what he was about to say, knowing it could be potentially catastrophic. “Smoking beers and drinking weed, the ideas just pour out of me.”

“I don’t think we need another one of your ideas,” You look up at him from your seat.

“Not like yours are any better,” He snaps back and continues his statement. “If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere, but if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight… maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Or, just a perfect excuse to party,” You slump in your seat.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club,” Kie pipes in, meaning she’s in.

“Pope?” JJ looks to him hopefully.

He sighs, “We’re so close.”

JJ kneels down in front of Pope, “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

John B, JJ, and Kie give him looks of encouragement, you didn’t even bother, still bitter at JJ, though you were down for a party you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Pope ends up conceding, the others bursting into cheers as they make plans to pre-game. You and your friends all take shots of some cheap vodka from a corner store that you all knew didn’t ID before heading to the bonfire.

~~~

Every year it was set in a small old abandoned amphitheater-like place, dozens of teens from all parts of the island, gathered here for a beginning of the year rager. Kind of like a last hurrah, though the last hurrah would have technically been the last one, point is- people went wild. In a good way.

Pope and Kie were in conversation, hopping out of the Twinkie, not looking back twice, you stayed with JJ and John B, thinking you and John B would at least stick together.

Of course, you were wrong, one of John B’s old hookups had been desperately begging for his attention, not even bothering to try to hide her obviousness.

JJ gave you one look before heading in another direction with a beer he was shotgunning.

You took a breath, letting the annoyance roll off you as you went in search of a drink, JJ would find a whore to fuck as John B would, Pope and Kie will go socialize and you would drink to drink yourself numb.

You bumped into a broad shoulder when trying to weave your way through people, you meant to apologize and move on but the guy who looked over his shoulder to see who had disrupted his conversation was cute. Really cute, forget about JJ for a whole night, cute.

You replaced the frown with a sheepish smile and softened your eyes to look at the boy through your lashes, “Sorry.”

“No harm done,” He turned his full attention to you. “What’s your name, Gorgeous?” His features made you want to say, ‘Whatever you want it to be’ but you held off.

“Y/n, nice to meet you…”

“James,” He hit you with a flirtatious smirk. ‘Another one whose name starts with J’ You willed away the urge your roll your eyes. The guy had dimples, and light brown eyes that weren’t usually your type but it complimented him well.

You spent a good 45 minutes talking to him, he made the conversation flow and was easy to talk to, you were surprised you hadn’t seen him around or heard about him but then again he was very much the ‘boy-next-door’ type.

He flirted like he was into you but it teetered the line of him just being a really nice dude. It frustrated you since you just wanted a good make out, have it lead to something else maybe, but you didn’t want to push and he wasn’t offering.

“I was thinking maybe a weekend when you’re not so busy with school, we could hang out?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-”

“She can’t,” You felt the weight of JJ’s arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into him as if you were naturally a part of him. You wriggled underneath him to get out of his hold but he didn’t budge, only pulling you tighter.

“Oh,” James' face faltered a little before brightening up again, “No worries then. It was nice talking to you, Y/n.”

It was over. He was too nice of a guy to argue with JJ who was close enough to indicate that there was something between you, even though that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Wait- James!” You groaned and hid your face in your hands feeling aggravated at the blond who had immediately slid his arm off your shoulders the minute the brunet was gone. You were in mourning for the sweet boy you had hoped to get to know more. “I hate you.”

“I send away one hopeless guy, and I get knocked down your list of favorite people?” JJ repeats the words you told him the other day before the big argument.

“No, you've been acting like the world’s biggest dick, that’s how you get knocked down my list.” You bump your shoulder against him as you shove past him and he walks after you. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” He persists.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“That’s fine because I wanna talk to you.”

You falter in my steps and my eyes narrow in thought, wondering what the hell was up with him and his quick change of emotions.

“I didn’t like you talking to that guy-”

“So what, you were jealous?” The nerve of this guy, “Was that what that was?”

He hesitates, “Y/n, I’m just trying to look after you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me, JJ, Jesus!” My voice raises, “I don’t need you!”

“You almost died the other day, and I wasn’t there.”

“That’s not your fault as much as it wasn’t mine, but if you want to hide your feelings behind some bullshit, go ahead but don’t use me as an excuse. You can be Kiara’s knight in shining armor but not mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

You felt the sting of tears hit the back of your eyes, this was not how tonight was supposed to go, “You and Kie. There is something there and while that’s still going on, you are not allowed to feel upset or jealous when I talk to a guy at a fucking party.”

“Y/n-”

Shouts were coming from the pit, people rushed towards the scene and you heard Sarah’s voice call out John B’s name. You sighed and looked at JJ who was already running into the mess of people.

Can there never be just one day, you glare into the dark sky. You had the keys of the Twinkie on you, John B mistakenly tossing them to you when you were all walking to the party.

You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever was going on, so while everyone was watching what you guessed was another fight, you took a therapeutic walk to the van. You started up the engine and crossed your legs on the dash of the passenger seat.

Your friends soon joined you, Kie went into the driver’s seat next to you, John B held a beer can up to his forehead on the seat behind you, Pope was across from him and JJ just walked up to the open side door.

“Well that was unexpected,” He crushes an empty can.

Kie turns her head to him with furrowed brows, “Was it?”

~~~

It was silent around the fire at the Chateau. You all took in the night, not knowing what else to do. What was supposed to be a distraction to help you all regain mental energy, just turned out to be more chaos that needed to be quieted.

With all that happened at the party, you sat the furthest away from JJ on the other end of where he was sitting, you tiredly leaned your head on John B’s shoulder, with your marshmallow on the end of a stick, melting in the fire.

That was until he started sporadically moving trying to get a bite of Kie’s s’more and your marshmallow fell into the pit. You pursed your lips, this night couldn’t get any worse.

“I have never hated you more,” You tell John B who left his seat and crouched on the other side of you for something.

“I’m stealing your marshmallow,” Kie warned Pope who protested.

“Hand me one, please?” You reach out to grab another marshmallow she stole.

John B tapped your back and told you all to shush, “Soembody’s here.”

“You don’t think Topper would…” Kie sets her stick down. “Do you have your gun?”

The five of your turn toward the rustling coming from the trees.

“Oh, now she wants the gun,” JJ’s tone accusatory as he recalls all the times Kiara scolded JJ for having the gun.

“Oh, now you don’t have the gun?”

John B calls out to the person in the trees, and lo and behold, it’s Limberey’s manservant- Renfield.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You whisper to yourself, thinking back on how you thought the night couldn’t get any worse.

The man comes out of hiding with his hands up in surrender, “Lovely evening we’re having.”

It definitely was not a lovely evening, especially not with him here, you all knew what he was here for. John B had tricked him and his boss into thinking they had the right key, Pope’s family’s key.

“Look, I don’t hold judges with any of y’all, alright?” He stops a couple of feet away from the group. “But this can go hard, or this can go easy, you know what I’m here for. Let me give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?”

He points to the swing you used to sit on in your childhood, JJ or John B would push you on it, sometimes pushing so far you would fly off.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me,” He whistles sharply and an arrow comes flying through barely passing JJ’s nose and hitting the carved tree. “Now, they're out there, they’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.”

JJ moves to swing at Renfield with a long rusty piece of metal but he all too soon whistles and another arrow lands directly next to JJ’s foot.

The realization hits everyone at the same time it seems, you look at Pope sympathetically, these guys he brought with him were clearly good. If any of you had any tricks, one of you would get shot.

“I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that, I’m just gonna whistle.” He stood in front of Pope, tension was heavy as he held eye contact with Pope.

Your friend looked pained as he dug into the pocket of his shorts and brought out the key with the red string, “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing patience with you, Pope,” Renfield brings his fingers to his lips as a threat.

Slowly, Pope hands it to the man.

“You did the right thing kid, knowing when you don't have a choice is an underappreciated talent,” he waves the key in front of Pope. “You be safe.”

You felt like you could finally breathe with him several paces away from you all now, but Pope looked like he was about to cry and you went after him as he stormed off.

~~~

Chapter 18

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[goldnhrs]

hello! i finally have some free time ahead of me and have been dyinggggg to write. i'm looking for 21+ partners to write with on discord & open to m/f & f/f ships! below are some wanted fcs, wanted opps and fandom ships that i would love soooo if you are interested please feel free to shoot me a message or like this and i'll reach out ♡

wanted fcs:

sabrina carpenter, madelyn cline, sydney sweeney, olivia rodrigo, camila mendes, lola tung, camila morrone, abigail cowen, margot robbie, simone ashley, greta onieogou, zoey deutch, lily collins, ana de armas, kristine froseth, jessica alexander, olivia holt, maude apatow, florence pugh, halle bailey, laura harrier, dua lipa, kaia gerber, madelaine petsch, dakota johnson, blake lively, lily james, alisha boe

wanted opposites:

drew starkey, harry styles, jeremy allen white, glen powell, pedro pascal, renee rapp, joe keery, maya hawke, oscar isaac, austin butler, theo james, chris evans, sebastian stan, christopher briney, jonathan bailey, jacob elordi, michael evans behling, bill skarsgard, mason gooding, cillian murphy, jonah hauer king, joe burrow, dylan o'brien, damian hardung, penn badgley, michael b jordan, barry keoghan, + any from my wanted fcs

fandom ships: (bolded is my preference)

haley james x nathan scott , sarah cameron x john b routledge , sarah cameron x jj maybank, rory gilmore x jess mariano, nancy wheeler x steve harrington, kate sharma x anthony bridgerton, summer roberts x seth cohen, marissa cooper x ryan atwood, joey potter x pacey witter, belly conklin x conrad fisher, ruby bell x james beaufort, padme amidala x anakin skywalker, daisy jones x billy dunne, gwen stacy x peter parker (tasm), elena gilbert x stefan salvatore, serena van der woodsen x nate archibald

[satelitis]

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍’𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 ´ˎ˗

୭- 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘 : standard tumblr games (cym, whos most likely, kmk etc,etc.)

🕸- 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 : send me a trope and a character and i will make headcanons about it. (drummer!butch jojo, baker!peter parker)

⋆-𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘 : matchups!! send me a short desc. of yourself and i will match you up with someone (please include fandom and gender preference)

୭- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 : moots only!!! i will associate you with a song, artist, color, book, movie and character!

🕸- 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : give me a specific mood/ vibe/pastime and i will give you a movie, song and book rec!

⋆- 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 : your turn!! tell me who you ship me with!! you can write little headcanons or thoughts <33 (please do this one if you do ilysm!!)

DISCLAIMER!! : please only stick to one request per ask! and only the fandoms i write for!! keep the reqs sfw!! I AM A MINOR!!! also if a character is canonically lesbian or gay then only req for that gender specific reader please (no robin buckley x male reader)!!! this event is running from 1/07-1/31 !! have fun loves!!

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CHARACTERS I'M WRITING FOR : tasm! peter parker , miguel diaz, johnny lawrence, daniel larusso, anthony larusso, hawk mozkowitz, robby keene, tori nichols, dallas winston, ponyboy curtis, steve randal, two-bit matthews, darry curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, butch jojo, brick jojo, boomer jojo, sirius black, regulus black, james potter, remus lupin, marlene mckinnon, ron weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, cedric diggory, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, lee jordan, bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, pete mitchell, tom kazenzky, anakin skywalker, luke skywalker, leia skywalker, han solo, richie tozier, stanley uris, eddie kaspberak, beverly marsh, ben hascom, mike hanlon, bill denbrough, mike wheeler, eddie munson, robin buckley, steve harrington, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, richie white, john b routledge, jj maybank, sarah cameron, kiera carerra, pope hayward. ask if a character you would like isn't on this list!!

[ghxstyfae]

All Of Ghxstyfae's works ☆

☆This list is not in order/organized, but contains every published work of mine such as masterlists, imagines, drabbles, fics, headcanons, etc. Some people prefer a clear list format rather then scrolling through multiple different organized posts so i hope this helps anyone who prefer it!

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Real Subtle - Johnnie Guilbert

Master-Masterlist

Johnnie Guilbert Masterlist

Colby Brock Masterlist

Rafe Cameron Masterlist

Blog Guidelines

Stay Brainless - Rafe Cameron

Jake Webber Masterlist

Nate Jacobs Masterlist

Tara Yummy Masterlist

Pearly Kisses - J.Webber HCs

Anxious attachment - Colby Brock

Dating Tara Yummy - Headcanons

Milf Lover - Jake Webber Headcanons

Cramping- Rafe Cameron Period headcanons

Misa amane masterlist

Nap time - Rafe Cameron

Pearly kisses #2

Abcs -R.Cameron

Strawberry shortcake J.Guilbert headcanons

Mister Price

Rafe x puppygirl

Loves a journey 1 (rafe)

John b routledge Masterlist

Innocence - Colby Brock

Little lamb - JJ

Rafe texts v

2: "Cheater Cheater"

3: Whiny Drunk Reader

[ervotica]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

crossed out = not currently writing, bold = favs

the marauders; regulus black, barty crouch jr, evan rosier, james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, marlene mckinnon, lily evans (poly combinations always preferred; wolfstar x reader, jegulus x reader, moonwater x reader, rosekiller x reader, poly!marauders, poly!slytherins)

fourth wing; xaden riorson, liam mairi, bodhi durran, garrick tavis, brennan sorrengail, aaric (cam) greycastle, ridoc gamlyn

greys anatomy; mark sloan, alex karev

criminal minds; aaron hotchner, derek morgan, spencer reid

acotar; azriel, rhysand, cassian, eris vanserra, nesta archeron, elain archeron, lucien vanserra, tamlin (+ my special polycule; elucien x tamlin x reader)

challengers; art donaldson, patrick zweig, tashi duncan

call of duty; simon “ghost” riley, könig, johnny “soap” mactavish, captain john price

house of the dragon; daemon targaryen, aegon ii targaryen, ser harwin strong

outer banks; rafe cameron, jj maybank, john b routledge, pope heyward

the maze runner; gally, thomas, minho

twilight; jasper hale, edward cullen, rosalie hale, emmett cullen, paul lahote, sam uley, seth clearwater (plus poly combinations)

the hunger games; finnick odair, peeta mellark, cato hadley, young coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth

stranger things; eddie munson, steve harrington, jim hopper

harry potter; fred weasley, mattheo riddle, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy

mcu; loki laufeyson, bucky barnes, steve rogers, miguel o’hara, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, kate bishop

chris evans/seb stan and co; lloyd hansen, andy barber, jake jensen, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, lee bodecker, charles blackwood, nick fowler, carter baizen

writing flings; felix catton, oliver quick