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[lizcameron]

Mr. Maybank | Part One

Pairing: Teacher!JJ x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Summary: The new long-term sub down the hall takes an interest in you. The longer you spend in his presence, the more you begin to realize he’s anything but a sub.

Word Count: 1506 Warning(s): hinting at Dom!JJ and innocence kink, angst, mentions of intercourse

You were writing the day’s learning objectives on the whiteboard at the front of your classroom when you heard footsteps entering your room.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong class,” a voice said.

You peered up in the direction of the door and spotted a man in a sport jacket and wide-rim glasses looking down at a sheet of paper.

“I’m looking for Mrs. Pickett’s class,” the man continued. He was tall with broad shoulders and dark blonde hair that brushed the top of his coat collar at the nape of his neck. His shirt was just fitting enough that his pectoral muscles pressed against the pale blue fabric. A strong jaw outlined his face, and icy blue eyes peered up at you over the rim of his glasses.

Your mouth hung open slightly as your mind went blank for a moment. When you noticed the awkward silence, you quickly blinked the daze out of your eyes.

“Uh- It’s- uh 2 doors down,” you managed to get out.

He gave you a polite nod, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smug smile.

What on earth was that? Had you forgotten how to speak? You shook the fog out of your head and resumed your task, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

As soon as you dropped your students off with the cafeteria monitors, you headed straight for the teachers’ lounge for a coffee refill. All morning your mind kept drifting to images of muscles straining against button-down shirts and perfect teeth bared in a handsome smile. You must not have gotten quality rest because you found it incredibly difficult to focus.

Upon entering the lounge, your eyes went wide when you saw the man from earlier that morning standing at the counter, pouring his own cup of coffee. You approached the counter, avoiding looking up at him while you waited silently for him to finish pouring. He held the coffee pot out to you without a word, and you took it gingerly.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly.

“So you’re Mrs. Y/l/n? I’ve heard of you, the teacher who can get through to even the toughest kid. Impressive,” he admired.

“Miss, actually - I‘m not married. And it’s not anything special, I just recognize that every child craves connection. Some of them just show it differently,” you remark, deflecting the compliment.

“You know, not many teachers care enough to cultivate a connection. The fact that you do with every student is very special,” he tributed, ducking his head to catch your downcast eyes. Who had this guy spoken to to know so much about your relationships with your students?

“Well thank you, Mr. Maybank,” you say with a glance at the badge on his lanyard. He was a substitute, but his ID indicated that his regular campus was the middle school. What was he doing at the elementary school?

The man’s gaze heated at your formal address. “You can call me JJ outside of my room,” he said, his voice low and deep. There was a flash of something you couldn’t quite place in his eyes.

Your cheeks and chest heated under his watchful eye. “Oh… um, Y/n,” you replied, offering your own name.

You stepped closer to place the coffee pot back on the warmer. JJ stepped back, grabbing your waist to move around you. You gasped quietly. Focused only on the feel of his hands, you hardly noticed the brush of something else against the back of your dress as he left you.

Your computer pinged, signaling a new email as you waved goodbye to the last student after the final bell. You strode over to your desk, sitting down to clear your inbox before you left for the day. There at the top of the list was an email from JJ.

Join me for dinner. 7 PM at Miller’s.

You walked down the sidewalk that led up to the entrance of Miller’s Restaurant. It was a casual seafood restaurant just two blocks from your house, so you’d been there a few times. The food was good and the atmosphere nice, but you didn’t much favor eating out. You’d much rather cook an easy dinner and curl up in the comfort of your living room than brave the crowds of tourists at a beachfront seafood restaurant.

You’d warred with yourself over the decision to meet JJ for dinner. You weren’t often the subject of male attention, and you preferred it that way, favoring the company of children during the day and peaceful solitude at night. In the end you’d decided to throw on a solid, navy, knee-length dress. Your hair was half-down, the top tied behind your head by a thin ribbon. You’d elected to wear white sneakers since you were walking the short distance from your home to the restaurant.

As you approached the host’s stand, you scanned the tables for JJ. When you didn’t see him, you looked up at the host and smiled. “I’m meeting a JJ,” you proffered.

The host looked just over your shoulder and nodded. “Just in time -  your table is ready,” he beamed.

You looked behind you to see JJ strolling in, dressed in the same clothes he wore to school, having shed the coat and unlooped the top few buttons of his shirt. He flashed an approving grin at you as he approached.

“After you,” he conceded. You turned and followed the host to your table. When you felt an unexpected hand settle on the small of your back, a blush crept up your cheeks. You were directed to a booth in the back corner of the restaurant where JJ motioned for you to slide in first. You obliged, and JJ scooted in beside you. A passing waiter took your drink order before leaving the two of you alone in each other’s company.

“I was surprised by this invitation,” you blurted. “I’ve hardly spoken two words to you. How could you possibly find me interesting enough to ask me to dinner?”

“What can I say? ” JJ replied. “I wanted a chance to hear you speak more than two words. Do you not want to be here?” he poised, angling his body toward yours. When his thigh brushed against yours, you tensed nervously.

“No, I- uh. Yes, I do. I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just not used to-,” you pause, searching for the words. “I’m a little rusty. I haven’t been out with another adult in a long time,” you admit, cheeks turning pink.

JJ’s eyes flashed and he clenched a fist on his leg. “What do you mean you haven’t been out with another adult?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“I keep t-to mys-self mostly, outside the company of my students,” you stammered.

“You’re telling me you don’t see friends? Haven’t been on a date?” JJ spat the last word, making you flinch. His jaw was clenched, and you couldn’t think of what you had done to make him suddenly so angry. This was already turning out to be something you regretted.

You inhale deeply before responding, attempting to squelch the tears that threatened to well up at the rudeness of this man who didn’t even know you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, but no. I haven’t made many friends since moving here, and I haven’t been on a date in-,” you pause, mentally counting the time since your first boyfriend brutally broke your heart in college. “Five years - since my sophomore year.”

JJ clamped his eyes shut and drew in a ragged breath before fixing his intense stare on you. “I take it that also means you haven’t been touched by a man in five years,” he snarled.

Your eyes blazed with indignation. “You are unbelievably ill-mannered, Mr. Maybank. I will not subject myself to another minute of your disrespectful questioning,” you grated through clenched teeth, feeling uncharacteristically brazen at the man’s impertinence.

Just as you slammed your hands on the table to push yourself up and leave, a hand clamped down on your thigh, forcing you back down. You blanched and snapped your eyes to JJ, who bit his lips between his teeth before licking them.

“I thought I could make it at least through drinks with you,” JJ strained, making you want to shove his hands off of you and storm out of the restaurant. His rigid hand on your leg hitched further up your thigh as he continued. “But you’re just so, so good,” he cursed. “And it makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

Your lips part slightly, and your legs press together. JJ growled as he gripped your hand, yanking you along behind him. He snatched up a glass of brown liquor from the bar, throwing it down his throat and slamming it back down as he passed.

“Let’s go, sweetheart, before I take you right here on this bar.”

Well that escalated quickly. I was clearly craving something as I wrote this. This fic started out as an innocent, boy-next-door-esque piece before it morphed into something darker. An unfinished, fluffy Teacher!JJ piece still sits in my Google Docs waiting to be finished…

Please leave allllll the feedback. It’s been a long time since I’ve written creatively, so any analysis is helpful and much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

[nottsangel]

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waaaaahhh thank you so much for 11,000 followers. i am so grateful for every single one of you guys and i am so glad people enjoy my blog and my works. thank u thank u thank u, love u all so so much ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝

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I write for characters from outer banks (rafe cameron, jj maybank, sarah cameron), scream 1996 (billy loomis, stu macher) and harry potter golden trio era (theo nott, fred weasley, george weasley)

open until: the 15th of december

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[moremaybank]

NAUGHTY OR NICE ! ౨ৎ

merry (early) christmas, my loves! as some of you already know, i'm doing a holiday event this year inspired by my christmas playlist! feel free to send in some asks from the activities below! i'm planning on posting the holiday-related fics (both smut and fluff) starting december 18th, as to ensure that i've completed all of my four thousand celebration works before then! so send in whatever festive asks and prompts you'd like, even if they aren't included in the prompt lists down below. i love you all and i'm so excited to see what y'all send in!

writing for jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, steve harrington, eddie munson, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, & kai parker

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NOW PLAYING...

🎧 CHRISTMAS EVE ⋆ Justin Bieber

NEXT IN QUEUE...

🎁 ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU ⋆ Mariah Carey

send me a holiday fluff request! prompts

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send me a holiday smut request! prompts

❄️ WINTER THINGS ⋆ Ariana Grande

winter ask games! send me a winter themed ask either from this list or one you come up with your own!

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recommend a christmas song that i should add to my playlist!

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☃️ LAST CHRISTMAS ⋆ Wham!

tell me some things that are on your christmas wish list this year, or about plans you have for winter break! inspire me to go out and have a life this christmas season 🤍

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[obaex]

☼ vee's 1k spring break vacay celebration ☼ (closed)

i am beyond excited, honored, (shocked) that there a 1000 of you following me. i truly love this fandom y'all; it is the most fun, welcoming place with the very best and sweetest people who i am honored to call my friends. i love getting to share my writing with you all and i adore each and every one of you! ♡

to celebrate i am packing you all in my suitcase and taking you on spring break!! we are going somewhere warm and tropical to wiggle our toes in the sand, jump in the crystal blue water and soak in the sun!

╰┈➤ the celebration will be open from april 2 until april 9 ╰┈➤  you are welcome to make as many requests as you'd like but please submit them one at a time! ╰┈➤ kudos, hugs & kisses to @jjsbank444 whose last celebration inspired me

🌸 tan lines - send me any obx character and a concept or theme and i will make you a moodboard

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[lizcameron]

Part of His World | Part One

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.

Word Count: 1154

Warning(s): just some insinuation of family issues, maybe violence

‘“Shit,” you muttered as you hit the brakes of the dirt bike and rolled to a stop.

You got off to inspect, lowering the kickstand. As you poked around the guts of the bike, you wished you had taken your bicycle instead. Seeing no smoke or leaking fluids, you were at a loss. Rising to stand with your hands on your hips, you wondered why you ever thought you would get very far. You inhaled a deep, steadying breath as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you shouted as you kicked the rear tire of the dirt bike. Just as you reared your leg back for another swing, an old pickup truck rolled up and stopped on the opposite side of the road.

“Great, a dirty old perv coming to the rescue,” you mumbled as you steeled yourself, ready to tell the guy to shove off. Just as you raised your hand to wave him off, a young, blonde boy probably around 20 or 21 hopped out of the truck with his own hands up. You quickly dropped your arm to your side, fiddling with the hem of your shorts nervously.

“Woah, woah, woah,” the blonde called, holding up both hands as if to come in peace. “That’s a sick vintage you’re abusing. Ya’ need some help?”

“Um yeah, actually. It died a block back,” you said, scratching the back of your head in embarrassment.

The boy strode over, squatting down to examine the bike. Without a word, he began poking at it. You stood awkwardly, allowing the stranger to take a look. After a few silent moments, he spoke up. “You’ve got a hole in your crankcase - no oil in it. What year is this?”

“Dunno,” you replied. “It’s my brother’s.”

“Your brother let you take his bike out like this?” the boy scoffed.

“Was my brother’s,” you correct yourself. “He doesn’t have much use for it these days.”

The boy looks at the bike incredulously. “What a shame. I’d kill to ride this thing. Even in this condition, it’s sexier than my bike could ever be.”

You blushed a little. You had noticed the stranger’s good looks as soon as he exited his truck despite being confronted on the roadside. You laughed half-heartedly, not knowing what to say in response.

“I might have something back at the house to patch up that leak. You’ll need some new parts if you plan on taking this gal anywhere, though,” the boy offered.

You took a guarded step back. As much as you really needed to get out of town and help to do so, you weren’t so naive.

“No offense, but I don’t know you,” you stated, perhaps a bit too harshly.

The boy extended a hand, blurting out, “JJ.” When you didn’t take his hand, he added, “Maybank. JJ Maybank, friendly neighborhood dirt bike mechanic,” he said with a prize winning grin.

You shook his hand reluctantly. He seemed innocent enough. After a beat, JJ asked, “Now that we’re acquainted, y’ wanna help me lift this thing into the truck?”

You shrugged mentally, figuring you weren’t getting out of this predicament on your own. You toed the kickstand up and began wheeling the bike toward the truck, muttering, “Thanks.”

JJ jogged over to the truck to lower the tailgate, and the two of you lifted the bike into the bed. The bulge of his arm muscles did not go unnoticed by you.

About a mile down the road, JJ broke the silence in the truck. “You never told me your name, ya’ know.”

“Uh, Y/N,” you stated.

“Well, Y/N, why haven’t I seen you around here before?”

After a pause, you lied, “Uh, homeschooled. I don’t get out much.” You didn’t want to mention the fact that you were just passing through on your way to the mainland.

The rest of the ride to JJ’s house was quiet. He didn’t prod, picking up on how guarded you were. The trip was less than 10 minutes, all of which you stared out the window in contemplation of your next steps. You hadn’t given much thought to what you would do once you left. As soon as your dad’s truck turned off of your street that morning, you’d dragged your brother’s dirt bike out of the shed and taken the little bit of cash you knew he kept stashed in the mantle lockbox. Fifty miles later and you were broken down on the roadside.

A small, white house came into view as the truck slowed. JJ hopped out of the truck and you followed to help him get the bike down. You sat on a stool quietly as JJ cleaned and patched the damaged part. You watched as he seemed completely engrossed in his work, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. He glanced up at you, smiling when he noticed your stare.

“Can you hand me that rag there?” he asked, pointing to the workbench behind you. You blinked and held it out, JJ’s greasy hand brushing yours as he reached for it. You recoiled at the spark you felt run up your arm.

JJ’s words didn’t give you much time to think about it. “It’ll take several hours for the patch to set before you can add any oil. I’ve got plans with my friends. You should join,” he proposed.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go, and this boy was nice enough. What could it hurt? “Sure, I just want to be able to hit the road before dark,” you said.

JJ grinned that prize winning grin again.

After JJ went inside to wash up, the two of you were on your way to what JJ referred to as “the chateau.” You weren’t too upset about this wrench in your plans. It was better you broke down in Kildare where someone who could help happened upon you than somewhere where you’d be stranded and vulnerable. You could use the next few hours to formulate the rest of your plan, or maybe you’d let go and try to enjoy the distraction of others near your age.

When you pulled up to what must be the chateau, JJ killed the engine and turned to you before getting out. “You don’t have to tell me the whole truth. I just want to know that you’re not in any danger… or that you’re not an ax murderer,” he said, trying to keep it somewhat light.

You gazed at his face for a moment. It was so genuine. You pushed down the pang of sadness that crept into the back of your mind. No one had shown you an ounce of kindness or concern since your brother had left eight months ago.

“I’ll be okay,” you said with a small smile.

JJ nodded, and you both got out of the truck and walked up to the chateau.

Thanks for reading my first-ever fic. I hope you liked it and follow for more!

More JJ coming soon. Maybe even a bit of Rafe.

[lizcameron]

Daddy's Little Girl

This one is a little off-brand. No smut, fluff, or angst. Just a little creativity exercise.

Request: “Would you write a dark fic with jj x sister!reader where she kills their dad with a knife after all he’s done to them. She gets arrested, of course.” - @tracymbcm

Word Count: 1501

Warning(s): MURDER, mentions of SA, domestic violence

Thank you @pankowperfection for passing along this request. I hope I did it justice! It’s not as dark as I anticipated; I couldn’t bring myself to make it premeditated.

You could hear shouting as you walked along the curve of the dirt road leading to your neglected house. Quarrels like this were not uncommon in the Maybank household. Your father was always coming home high on something heavy, his mood worsened by alcohol. Most of the time, he was bitter and spat harsh words at you and your brother. That was the easy end of the stick. When he got really drunk, he was a mean, violent man. He would do and say spiteful things out of resentment and self-pity. He blamed you and JJ for your mother’s sudden departure, having left when you were 5 and JJ was 6, though you believed she must have seen a ghost of what he would become and fled before things got really bad.

You sigh heavily, slowing your steps, hoping to wait out the argument until JJ and your dad inevitably shut themselves in their respective rooms. When you hear a crash and shattering, you sprint to the porch door on the side of the house, throwing it open to see that the two men must have been at it for a good while. The entire living room is in shambles, coffee table on its side, papers littered everywhere, and the couch shoved out of its typical place. The sheets that usually hang by nails to cover the windows are torn down, blinds behind bent and broken.

Your eyes scan the room, and you spot the pile of dishes shattered on the floor before landing on your brother, who has your father in a headlock. JJ is struggling, Luke being shorter than him but with the weight of muscle and a beer gut giving him an edge. Luke is clawing at JJ’s forearm over his airway, but JJ has his back braced against the kitchen counter and one leg pushing against the counter across from him, the support making up for Luke’s weight advantage.

“JJ, what the fuck,” you scream as you rush into the kitchen and try to move past Luke’s kicking legs. “Let him go!”

“No can do, little sis,” JJ strains. “‘M not lettin’ him get me back.”

You stare, aghast, eyes raking over your dad’s flailing body. You are severely out-gunned in the current situation. Not knowing what else to do, you shove at JJ, trying to loosen his grip on your father.

“Shit, Y/n!” JJ shouts. “Get outta the way before he gets you square in the nose. Just go to your room!”

“Enough, J! You’re gonna kill ‘im,” you wail.

JJ scoffs, but you can tell he’s beginning to weaken. “Just putin’ dear ol’ dad to bed. Don’t worry; he’ll be up by mornin’.”

You grit your teeth in frustration, widening your stance to steady yourself. You push against JJ’s shoulder again, this time not letting up until JJ loses his balance and tips over, back hitting the wall. Luke is on the ground with him, choking in air.

Before JJ can reach for him again, Luke scrambles to his feet, putting the length of the small kitchen between the two. Both men are heaving, trying to catch their breath from their struggle.

“Now what is this all about? Are you drunk, Dad?” you ask needlessly. You can smell the beer and cheap whiskey in the room, and it’s not coming from JJ.

Luke ignores your comments and locks eyes with JJ. “Big mistake, boy,” he rasps. “You shoulda gone home to yer boyfriend, Routledge, like ya always do.”

JJ grunts at that remark but doesn’t let it phase him.

“What’s a-matter, boy? Can’t finish the job? Gonna let your pretty little sister do it for you?” Luke drawls with a snicker.

You snap your eyes up to JJ’s and see the fire in his pupils. Nothing infuriated him more than when your dad spoke of you in that way. In the past few months, Luke had started commenting on your body and your “pretty little mouth,” little insinuations here and there when he was particularly too far gone. You insisted he didn’t mean it like that, but JJ knew where Luke’s thoughts leaned when he’d had so much to drink that even his murky boundaries muddied.

JJ roared as he charged across the room toward Luke, but your father was too quick, the coke in his systems making his senses a little sharper than JJ’s were through his cloud of rage. Luke dodged your brother, catching the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to where he pinned him to the floor. He straddled JJ with his hands around your brother’s throat.

It all happened so quickly. You hadn’t had any time to react, to stop JJ. Now he was jerking under your father, trying to get out of his hold, but it was no use. Without his legs under him, JJ couldn’t overpower Luke. You knew your father wouldn’t stop, not after JJ had put him in a similar position just moments earlier.

“Stop it, Dad! Get offa him,” you scream, moving to try to push him off of JJ, but Luke swats you away. You shove at him again, and his arm swings out and catches you in the cheek just under your eye. You ignore the wetness that drips down to your jaw as you can see your brother turning a sickening shade.

“Daddy, please! You’re hurting him,” you wail, violent sobs now shaking your body.

“He did this, Y/n! He asked for it,” Luke hollers back.

JJ’s movements begin to slow, and you panic, knowing you’ll surely lose your brother if you don’t get Luke off of him. You’re hyperventilating as you look through blurry eyes around the room for something to hit Luke hard enough to render him unconscious long enough for you and JJ to make your escape. Your hands clatter along the kitchen counter as you fumble blindly for anything to help you. Your fingers clasp around a handle over the stovetop and you raise it, not cognizant of its weight.

Blinking back your tears, you make your way over to the struggle by the kitchen table. You raise your arm, implement in hand, and bring it down swiftly to the side of your father’s head. You do not hear a resonating sound as you expected from a frying pan against your father’s head, but rather a sharp, wet sound. You blink several times around the confusion, clearing your eyes, and as the blur dissipates, your gaze lands upon Luke leaning lax over JJ with the sharp edge of a meat cleaver sunk just above his ear.

The house quiets as your sobs stop. The only sounds remaining are the harsh breaths both you and JJ drag in. JJ pushes out from under the weight, letting it fall with a dense thud.

“Y/n… Y/n,” he whispers, conscious not to startle you. He knows you could crumble at any moment, and you don’t have time for that.

JJ could hear the sirens in the distance. The neighbors must have called the cops because of all the screaming. You were in shock, though, and didn’t hear them.

“Y/n, you have to move. We don’t have time to run,” he says gently. When you don’t budge, he grabs you by the shoulders and begins guiding you. “You have to lie down. Lie down next to him.”

JJ menuevers you to the floor, laying you back beside the kitchen table. When your hand touches the growing puddle beneath you, the glaze over your eyes pulls back and your face contorts. You look over at your father’s lifeless body beside you, then bring your gaze to meet your brother’s.

JJ’s mind is a million miles ahead of yours already. “We’ll say he was trying to take advantage of you. Ya’ got the cut on your cheek to prove your struggle. I walked in and stopped the fucker with the first thing I could get my hands on. C’mon, lay down. We have to spread the blood so it looks like he was on top of you,” he rambles, motioning for you to comply.

Your grimace deepens, and you can feel your stomach starting to churn. “J, no, that’s- that’s not what happened. He was killing you,” you croak, throat tight.

JJ pulled his head back, looking at you incredulously. “Y/n, I’m not letting you go to jail for this. It was me. I did this. He was trying to hurt you,” your brother pleads. The look in JJ’s eyes is excruciating. “Please,” JJ whispers as you hear the screen door swing shut.

Shoupe takes a few steps in, hands poised on his hips. “Kids,” he begins. “What the hell happened here?”

[lizcameron]

Part of His World | Part Two

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.

Word Count: 1707

Warning(s): slight angst

Entering the chateau to a crowd of friendly strangers who all jumped up to greet you and JJ upon your arrival had been almost overwhelming but somewhat warming.

JJ had vaguely introduced you as the door swung shut. “This is my new friend, Y/N. She’s just passing through town.”

John B. had given you a genuine smile and light side-hug. “Welcome to my humble abode. We’re just about to hit the water,” he’d said.

Sarah had pulled you into a long, tight embrace. “It’s so lovely to meet you. It’ll be nice to have another girl along for the day,” she squealed, a glint of something in her eye as she looked at JJ after releasing you.

Kiara was less friendly than the others. She waved two fingers at you from across the room with what looked like a forced smile. She looked just as wary as you felt.

Pope extended a hand toward you, which you gladly took, much preferring this formal greeting to those from the more tactilely-inclined. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Pope. Any friend of JJ’s is a friend of ours,” he offered.

Now you sat on the bow of the HMS Pogue as JJ and his friends all sipped beers. Sarah and Kie had their feet in the water, and John B. and Pope were casting fishing lines off the other side of the boat. JJ sat several feet away from you just enjoying the conversation. You had been listening to stories of their adventures, learning a bit more about each of them personally.

From what you gathered, they were all orphaned in some way or another. Pope, Kie, and Sarah had each had a falling out with their families and adopted this group as their only family. John B. was actually orphaned, and JJ had been abandoned by both parents, each in their own turn.

JJ had looked down at his hands sullenly after sharing that bit of his history since everyone else was practically offering their entire life story. You stared at his profile, your soul reaching out just barely to this boy who just might understand you if you could ever let anyone in. When JJ felt your stare he looked up, flashing you a smile, and you quickly turned away.

JJ seemed to be the type of person who made friends easily, and judging by the stories his friends had been relaying to you, he also loved unconditionally and protected fiercely. You almost remembered what that was like, but the last person you thought truly cared for you had walked out your front door eight months ago and hadn’t been heard from since.

A loud splash brought you back to the present. You looked over to see the last of the others jumping into the water. JJ removed his shirt before reaching a hand out to you.

“C’mon. It’s blazing out here. Let’s cool off,” he proposed. You couldn’t help but smile at the giggles and playful shouts coming from the water. You slipped off your shoes, took JJ’s hand, and followed him off the edge of the boat.

After swimming for a while and laying out on the boat to dry, the group returned to the dock to clean the fish the boys had caught and grill an early dinner. As soon as the Pogue had docked, everyone went their separate ways to fulfill their respective duties in preparing for dinner. You stayed behind with JJ as he ensured the boat was clean before he left it. The group of friends seemed to have a nice routine, as if they spent days all together like this all the time. You longed for that sense of belonging.

“Do all the others live here together?” you asked casually.

“Nah, just JB and Sarah. Pope and Kie are roommates at the only decent apartment complex on The Cut, and I live alone. The Chateau has just always been our gathering place,” JJ explained.

He gave you a hand up onto the dock and began loading your arms with gear before grabbing his own haul. “You got it?” he asked, and you nodded. 

Just as he stacked the last tackle under your chin, you dropped a pole. As you reached to catch it with your foot so it wouldn’t fall into the water, you lost your footing on an uneven board. You fell backward into the water, all the gear you were carrying toppling over onto the dock and some in the water with you.

“Oh shit,” JJ exclaimed as he leapt into the water to help you chuck the floating items onto the dock two feet above your head. Once everything was retrieved, JJ swam to you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” JJ asked, a little panic in his voice.

You began to laugh, and JJ joined in with you. The two of you were unable to stop for a couple of minutes before the laughter subsided. When you were finally able to catch your breath, JJ reached out to you, fingering something in your hair.

“Here, you’ve got a weed in your hair,” he says, pulling it out. His fingers brush your cheek as he pulled away, and you gave a small gasp. Your eyes locked on his, and his gaze was an intense ocean blue, holding you captive for a moment. JJ’s hand reached back up to touch your cheek just as the trance was broken.

“You guys finished messin’ around? Grill is hot,” Kiara barked out before storming back up the dock.

After a very delicious dinner of grilled fish, corn, and potatoes, you followed Sarah inside to help with the dishes. You dried while she washed and told you where everything went. Halfway through the job and some small talk, Sarah decided to try to break through your mystery.

“So what’s your story, Y/N? JJ said you’re just passing through?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m headed for the mainland. JJ just happened to be driving by when my dirt bike broke down. He patched it up for me,” you explained.

She smirked, thinking of the chances JJ would happen upon a damsel on a dirt bike. “Oh, you’re just vacationing down here?”

“No, I’m from the OBX. There’s just nothing left for me here, and I’ve never left the island,” you trailed off.

Sarah gave a concerned look. “Where’s your family? Surely you’ll come back to visit them,” she presumed.

You shook your head, contemplating how much to share. After a moment of silence, you figured there was no point to your secrecy. You’d never see Sarah again, and it was nice to have someone to confide in for once.

“My mom died six years ago. My dad is,” you paused, trying to think of a mild way to put it. “Completely different, I guess. It was kind of my older brother and I against the world until he left almost a year ago. I can’t stay here taking care of that… drunken idiot anymore. I’m leaving for myself,” you spewed.

Sarah was quiet for a long minute. Your cheeks began to burn from your embarrassment. Nobody was interested in your sob story. You should have made up another lie.

“You know,” Sarah began, pulling you from your self-deprecating thoughts. “Your past is not unlike JJ’s. His family is complicated too; all of ours are. Maybe there’s a reason it was JJ who happened to find you,” she suggested.

You snickered, pretending to be oblivious to what she was insinuating. “Yeah, I’d probably still be tinkering with that bike or walking by now,” you uttered with an unconvincing laugh.

Just then, JJ appeared in the entrance of the kitchen. “Ya’ ready to head back, Y/N? Be dark soon,” he said, pointing a thumb behind him toward the door.

On the way back to JJ’s house, you slid some money into his cup holder since he insisted you didn’t need to pay him for his help.

“It took all of three minutes, and I already have the oil,” he’d said resolutely.

Now in the little shop behind his house, he topped off the oil in the crankcase of your dirt bike. He took a few steps toward you as he wiped his hands on a shop rag before setting it down on the workbench you were leaning on.

“Thanks for spending the day with us. It was nice to have someone new tag along,” JJ said, stalling for time, not wanting to be out of your company just yet.

You held up your hands in gratitude. “Thank you for everything - the bike, dinner, a great day. It felt so nice to be carefree for a while. Your friends are great,” you mused. “I really should be going, though. Can you point me in the direction of the ferry terminal? This detour has me a little turned around,” you admitted.

JJ glanced at the clock on the wall. “Sure but the last ferry left an hour ago. There’s not another one until 7 in the morning,” he said.

You closed your eyes and clenched your fist, whispering, “Fuck.”

Your mind raced a mile a minute. It’d be okay, right? You’d been gone all day. You were 50 miles away. There’s no way your dad would find you in the backwoods of Kildare. You could camp out and hop on the first ferry out of there.

JJ sensed your panic and placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your despair. “Hey, relax. Why don’t you stay here tonight? You can thank me by having breakfast with me in the morning, then I’ll drop you off at the ferry as early as you want,” he offered.

You visibly relaxed as you looked into those ocean eyes. JJ was right. What was a few more hours? It was entirely possible that your dad didn’t care enough to look for you anyway.

“You’re sure I’m not imposing?” you ask cautiously.

JJ smirked. “I would not pass up a chance to have you in my bed,” he joked, laughing when your eyes went wide. “C’mon, I’ll take the floor,” he said as he pulled you along by the hand, electricity shooting up your arm at his touch.

@obaex @pankowperfection

[lizcameron]

Part of His World | Part Three

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.

Word Count: 2030

Warning(s): angst, death, tragedy, one very hot and heavy kiss, JJ being the sweetest ever

You rolled over onto your side, stretching as you squinted your eyes open. The light poured in through the sheer curtains covering the window. You looked down to see JJ curled up on the floor, cuddled up with one pillow under his head and one between his knees. He looked like a sleeping baby - one that needed to get up and get ready.

You reached down and yanked the pillow out from between his knees. JJ whimpered and reached out sleepily before coming to, eyes shooting open.

“Hey, that was a good dream,” he nearly whined, giving you a fake pout.

You laughed before throwing the pillow at his head. “Get up. I need to get going, and I promised you breakfast before I leave,” you said, rising to your feet and stretching again.

You each dressed quickly and were in the truck within 10 minutes. JJ drove you to a diner where he ordered a large meal of eggs, pancakes, grits, fruit, orange juice, and a stack of bacon. Your plate had only two large pancakes with a smiley face of whipped cream and berries on top with a mug of hot cocoa to accompany it. JJ gave a cheeky grin when the server set down your plate.

“What, no toy?” he teased after the server walked away.

“Don’t make fun of me. Who doesn’t like a smiley face pancake and hot cocoa?” you asked rhetorically.

JJ retorted anyway. “Probably anyone over the age of 8,” he mocked playfully.

You glared at him through your eyelashes. “Leave me alone. Let me enjoy my nostalgia,” you pouted.

JJ reached out and poked your nose with a swipe of whipped cream from his own pancake. “Whatever you say princess,” he chuckled before digging into his meal.

You gasped, snatching up your napkin to wipe at your nose. “You are the real child, mister,” you scolded, but you couldn't hold back the dopey smile on your face.

When you looked up at JJ, nose clean, the tv on the wall several paces behind JJ caught your eye. The shot was an aerial view of burning ruins, smoke curling up and obscuring the camera’s focus. Little yellow blobs moved around the charred structure, poking and digging at piles of rubble. The screen flashed to a reporter standing in the street in front of the scene.

The reporter began to speak. “The fire marshall’s team is still investigating the source of the fire, but it is believed to have started in the kitchen. Sadly, the department has confirmed one fatality and no others injured.”

The rest of the reporter’s words were muffled as your ears began to ring, your head fogging in disbelief. You couldn’t process what you were seeing. You couldn’t make sense of the neighbors’ yards you recognized but the home you grew up in no longer standing.

“That’s my house,” you said plainly.

JJ looked up from his food, eyebrows raised. “Hmm?” he mumbled.

You gestured with your head toward the tv behind him, and JJ turned his head around to see. When he turned his gaze back to you, his expression was pained.

“Y/n, ‘m so sorry. Do you wanna…?” JJ trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Let’s go,” you said abruptly, grabbing your things off the table and walking out the door.

JJ paid the tab for your uneaten breakfast while you waited in the truck. He shot you a glance as he got in, but you remained stone-faced, staring straight ahead. He began driving toward the main road but could only go so far.

“Y/n, I need you to tell me where I’m going,” he said gently, pulling you from your rumination.

“Head north on the main road,” you said dryly, remaining stoic.

The entire 50-mile drive, you were quiet in your dysphoria as you kept your eyes forward. JJ tried to talk to you, check in with your thoughts or emotions, but he didn’t want to prod.

When you entered your hometown, you directed JJ until you arrived on your street. JJ parked the car down the street from your house, unable to get any closer as reporters, firefighters, and officers crowded the street.

You got out of the truck and began walking briskly toward where your home once stood. You pushed through the crowd of bystanders until you were directly in front of the yellow tape blocking off the scene. JJ followed your strides, mumbling quiet apologies as he brushed past the tightly packed observers. When he reached you, he waited a few quiet moments as you took in the sight of your childhood home before he spoke again.

“Y/n, what do you want to do? I can go talk to that officer if you want me to. Tell me what you need,” he pleaded.

Your eyes briefly met his before you pushed past him and the caution tape to go stand directly in front of the smoldering house. You could hear JJ behind you telling someone to let you go, that it was your house.

A few uniforms stood around a gurney in what used to be the living room. They spoke quietly among themselves, one of them making notes on a clipboard before another zipped up a black body bag. The thought didn’t cross your conscious mind, but somewhere deep down you knew that your father had caused all of this with his own negligence.

Unphased by the scene in the living room, you walked around the crumbling structure to the backyard. The shed was mostly intact, a branch having fallen through its roof. Your eyes scanned up the trunk of the tree before landing on the partial frame of your childhood treehouse - where all of your fondest memories were made, where you would hide when your parents fought, where you accidentally interrupted your brother’s first kiss. The one place in the world where you had always felt safe was gone, eaten up by the fiery tendrils that flew off the house in the height of its blaze.

An unrecognizable wail left your mouth as your eyes flooded with tears. Your body was wracked with sobs, making it difficult for you to breathe. You reached up to clutch your burning throat, and strong arms wrapped around you and cradled you as you sank to the ground, completely falling apart.

The next few hours were a blur. Official after official came to talk to you at your place on the sidewalk - letting you know when to expect results from the dental records, asking if your father had home or life insurance, asking if there were any other relatives they needed to call. It was all very overwhelming, and JJ stayed nearby, not burdening you with his own many questions.

When you were finally told you could go and that the detective would call you with any updates, you let JJ lead you to the truck with a ginger hand on your back. You dumped the stack of business cards you had collected in a garbage can along the way.

He had been paying attention during your many interviews. He knew you didn’t have any other relatives nearby who you could stay with, so he started toward his house without question.

You’d stopped crying once the interviews began, but a few minutes into the drive, JJ glanced over to see tears silently rolling down your cheeks. He reached out to grab your hand, giving it a squeeze, and you didn’t let go until you got out of the truck at his house.

You took JJ up on his offer to use his shower, letting the water soothe you for at least 40 minutes before getting out. It was 4 PM, but JJ had dinner already prepared by the time you got out of the shower in case you just wanted to eat and go to bed. You weren’t hungry, but you ate a small bowl of macaroni and hot dogs to be polite. Not wanting to excuse yourself to bed to leave JJ alone after all of his kindness, you stayed in the living room with him after finishing your food.

There were a few awkward moments, but JJ decided to fill them with funny stories, knowing that you probably still weren’t ready to answer all of the questions he had about this mystery girl who just rode into his life. He told you about his long friendship with JB and the trouble they got into even from an early age. One story had you laughing so hard you were crying.

“You should have seen the look on Mr. Heyward’s face. We were in deep shit,” he roared, clutching at his sides that hurt from laughing so hard.

“You guys are so bad! I could never. I’d be so scared to get in trouble,” you squealed, falling back in a fit of giggles onto the futon that served as a couch.

JJ fell back beside you, and the two of you slowly came down from your hysterics. As you drew in a deep, sobering breath, you turned your head to find JJ’s face close to yours. Your lips parted slightly in a silent gasp. JJ shifted his hand to brush a thumb across your knuckles. You clenched your hand reflexively, but JJ’s hand stayed.

“So um, thanks for today. You didn’t have to waste your whole day dealing with my melodrama,” you inserted into the silence.

“Wasn’t a melodrama,” he opposed. “You were going through something big. You shouldn’t have to do those things on your own.”

“Well, still, I know you probably wanted to do something else with your time,” you deflected, feeling heat in your cheeks, embarrassed that he had to witness the events of the day.

JJ paused, tracing circles on the back of your hand with his index finger. ‘I wanted to spend the day getting to know you,” he said.

Well he probably got to know some things about me he probably didn’t want to know, you thought.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” JJ continued. “I just want to be near you, like gravity is pulling me toward you.”

You looked into his eyes, wondering what could be so intriguing about you. JJ held your gaze, searching for reciprocation. He must have seen something there because he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to yours, and you didn’t stop him.

The kiss was soft and slow at first. When you let out a shaky breath, JJ deepened the kiss, and you responded with an even greater need. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, and you allowed his tongue entry. As JJ’s tongue explored your mouth, his hands ran up your thighs to your waist. He massaged the skin there, needing to feel more of you.

When you rolled your hips under his touch, JJ turned onto his back and hoisted you on top of him in one fluid movement. Your hands went into his hair, tangling with the golden locks at the back of his head. You devoured each other’s mouths hungrily, unable to get enough.

JJ ran both hands up your back and dragged his trimmed nails back down, causing you to let out a breathy moan. JJ slowed the kiss, holding your chest to his. He struggled to clear his mind enough to make a rational decision. If he didn’t stop now, he’d be taking advantage of you in your emotional state.

JJ let out a groan. “I’m sorry, I can’t - not after the day you’ve had,” he lamented. “We should go to bed.”

You stared at JJ in disbelief and frustration. He stopped what was happening just to spare your feelings? You were a willing participant, too. 

“I don’t-,” you began.

“I’ll take the couch,” JJ cut you off, sitting up under you. 

You couldn’t wipe the shocked, hurt expression from your face as you climbed from his lap and retreated to his bedroom. You lied awake for a long time, replaying the events of the day and the last 10 minutes over and over in your mind before finally dozing off into a deep sleep. 

Thanks for reading! Allllll the feedback is very much appreciated by this growing writer.

I'm thinking there will be at least two more parts to this story.

[lizcameron]

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Heaven (WIP)

happier (WIP)

Part of His World .1. .2. .3.

Mr. Maybank .1. (on pause; working out the concept)

Daddy’s Little Girl

Teacher’s Pet (WIP)

Ward Cameron

Ruined