#outer banks imahine

[cloveswifey]

GAMING

Pairings: Fem/Reader X JJ Maybank

Type: fluff/Angst

Jay🫶🏻

Babyy can you come over and cuddle please I'm lonely and bored.

Sure babe, be over in a few.

Hurry I miss you.

You giggle at his clinginess and put your phone down in your bag before quickly changing into some sweats and one of JJ's sweatshirts.

You then grabbed your keys and drove your way over to his house. You had a spare key so you made your way up to his room after locking the door back behind you.

You heard yelling from his room, automatically knowing he was playing video games. That surely confused you because he said he wanted to cuddle.

When you walked in he was sitting in his chair facing the tv. You went over to him and sat in his lap.

"Hang on baby, I'm in a game." He said giving you a quick kiss before you got up and made your way over to his bed laying down on his pillows facing him.

You scrolled through instagram moving your way over to tiktok.

Eventually you got the 10% notification and you got up trying to find a charger for your phone. Suddenly you felt arms wrap around your waist turning you around. "where are you going?" JJ whines trying to keep you close to him.

"I'm just looking for a charger. My phones about to die." You reply trying to turn around to continue looking for a charger.

"Don't go on your phone come sit on my lap while I play the game." You turn around shocked and appalled that he said that.

You were also a bit upset because that's exactly what you tried to do when you first got here but then he pushed you away.

You just wriggled your way out of his grip and made your way to your car.

Suddenly you again felt arms wrap around your waist, but this time they lifted you up. Carrying you all the way back to his room.

"JJ what are you doing put me down!" You laugh whilst trying to get down.

"You we're about to leave but I wanted to cuddle." He says, sitting back down in his chair sitting you on his lap.

"Baby, I was just going to get my charger I left it in the car." You giggle grabbing his hand while it was in the controller.

"use my phone, I don't want you to leave. Even if it's for a few minutes." He cooed leaving gentle kisses all over your face.

You unlocked his phone using your fingerprint that he made you set up.

Eventually, you fell asleep cuddled up with your head laying on his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist kissing your temple.

"I love you, princess." He whispered careful not to wake you up.

[oncasette]

loving you

jj maybank x fem! reader

summary: 0.7k.

“And you don’t want me to come with you? Because you miss your bed?” he asks. It’s almost worse that he doesn’t sound condescending right now, like he’s genuinely just asking. Making sure you’re okay.

or the one where you think jj needs space. jj thinks he needs you more than ever. 

warnings: self doubt, fluffy i promise

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“What do you mean you’re leaving?” JJ asks from the doorway as he watches you shuffle through the various things in the dresser. In the drawer that he’d given you full use of; the one that used to house his socks before he’d thrown all of them into the back of his closet. 

“Just for a couple days. I miss my room, you know,” you hum, hoping he can’t see all the thoughts swirling around in your head. 

“I’ll come with you,” he offers, pushing off the frame to step closer to where you’re throwing various t-shirts into your overnight bag. Half your wardrobe had been thrown into the single drawer, now that you thought about it. What, with how much you wore JJ’s clothes, anyway. 

“No! I mean— You don’t have to do that, baby,” you rush out. 

“What do you mean ‘don’t have to.’ I want to,” he says. He grabs your bicep, softly, tugging you back and turning you around to face him. He uses his right hand to brush stray hairs back from your forehead, causing you to subconsciously lean into his touch. “C’mon, baby. Is everything okay?” 

“Everything’s fine. Just miss my bed, ‘s all,” you mumble. Your facade was crumbling faster than ever. Damn him and his stupid warm hands. 

“And you don’t want me to come with you? Because you miss your bed?” he asks. It’s almost worse that he doesn’t sound condescending right now, like he’s genuinely just asking. Making sure you’re okay. 

“I don’t know, J. Feel like I’m annoying you,” you mumble.

“Annoying me how, sweetheart.” His thumb sweeps the heat off your cheeks in waves, brushing over the skin in small circles. 

“‘M just always here. I don’t know, don’t you want your space?” 

“Space?”

“Yeah, JJ. I’ve slept in John B’s guest room every night for the past four weeks,” you sigh. “You’ve gotta want space.”

“Did someone say something to you?” he asks. “Was it John B, because I’m not above drowning him, you know.” 

It’s harder to explain this way, to tell him that it wasn’t him or his friends or anything about the things around you. That it was just the way your brain worked and how your body had just felt gross and out of place and you needed out before he made you leave. Because you’d rather spend a few nights in your own home than to ever have to hear him tell you to go away. 

Still, you manage to huff out a puff air that sounds enough like a laugh that he’s got that smile prickling at the corners of his lips. 

“No, wasn’t John B. He actually bought me more shampoo last week.” Didn’t say anything about it, either, just found the fresh bottle in the shower one morning. 

“So what is it?”

“I don’t want you thinking I’m being too clingy,” you exhale. 

He pulls you into his chest in lieu of a response. His hands find your hips in an instant, palms warming up your skin through the worn fabric of the t-shirt you stole from him. It’s silent for a while, too, as JJ takes the time to sway the two of you slightly to the tune of your combined breathing. 

“I want you to listen to me, okay,” he says, not saying anything else until he hears your mumbled confirmation against his shoulder. “I’m never gonna think you’re too clingy, baby. Ever. Okay? If I could become attached to you for good, I would. I love you so much it hurts.”

“Yeah?” you ask. 

“Oh, God, I can’t believe how much I love you. Of course.”

He pulls back just enough to lean his forehead against yours. 

“So, you gonna put your clothes back in your drawer for me?” he asks. “Unless you still want to go home and want me to pack a bag, too.” 

“I love you,” you say softly, leaning forward to slant your mouth over his. He tastes like orange juice and the cherry chapstick he always stole from you. 

“I love you more, angel face,” he breaks away only long enough to get the statement out, deepening the kiss you pulled him into. 

tags-- @vintageobx @ughdesireable @zeldaknight @ridestomars @alexxavicry @bl00d-bunny

[lukesvangelista]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

in which john b’s sister needs someone to pick up her broken pieces after their dad goes missing.

pairing; john b x sister!reader

requested; yes

tw; mentions of big john going missing, depressing thoughts, anxiety

It’s raining, it’s pouring.

My eyes, oh they’re stormy.

And I don’t want to leave this bed.

It’s raining, it’s pouring

It’s four in the morning

And I don’t want to cry

But I need you here ‘cause I’m a mess.

You were lying in your bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling of your bedroom. Well, it wasn’t technically your bedroom; it was your father’s. But ever since he went missing three months ago, you slept in there every single night.

You rolled onto your right side, facing the window. You could see the moonlight faintly shining on the small waves of the blue water surrounding the dock. You stared there for a few minutes, feeling numb, yet at the same time, you feel as though there is a massive rock on your chest, and all you can feel is the burden. The burden of guilt, the burden of sadness, and the burden of missing him. Sure, you’ve become numb to the pain, but your suffering has never really ended. It’s like when you’re surfing with the Pogues, and they’re all having a great time, but you’re drowning.

Every second you lived through felt like a second of losing grip. Even when you were surrounded by your brother, JJ, Pope and Kiara, you still felt alone. Your dad was your one source of happiness. Whenever you were inside your house now, it felt like it was echoing with chaos and screams. When you’re surfing the waves with the Pogues, and you feel like you’re drowning - while everyone else around you was breathing.

Your eyes moved away from the window, and you placed your gaze on a new object. It was a picture of you and your older brother from a few years ago. You were out celebrating your birthday, and John B was beside you, a bright smile on his face as you blew out the candles on the cake.

John B.

It seemed as if all your emotions came rushing back to you, all at once. The numbness that you felt just seconds later exited your body, and your bottom lip trembled as you gripped tightly onto the sweatshirt of his you were currently cuddling in. You had stolen it from him the night Sheriff Peterkin had told you that your father was missing, and had cuddled into it every night. It smelled like him.

John B. He was the only thing you had left.

Without even noticing, you choked out a loud sob that echoed through the house. It was the first time since that fateful day three months back that you had cried. Everything was weighing you down, and this was the first chance in a long time that you had to let go.

A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts, “Y/N, are you okay? I heard sobbing.” the voice of a concerned John B echoed throughout the room, but you didn’t turn towards him. He waited by the door for a few seconds before speaking again, “Y/N, please turn around. You’re worrying me.”

Reluctantly, you turned around, focusing on your older brother. He was wearing some sweatpants, a light grayish-blue t-shirt, and his blue bandana was still wrapped around his neck from the previous night. Your eyes were puffy and red, and he watched as your lip began trembling again.

He slowly walked over to your bed, making sure to not overwhelm you. As he reached your bed, he gently sat down on the top corner of it, turning to face you. He gave you a look, and somehow you knew exactly what he meant. He opened up his arms for you, and you climbed out from under the covers to reach him.

As soon as you got to him, John B pulled you into his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head, which was now in the crook of his neck. He rocked you back and forth and kissed the top of your head as you just let it all out. You shook in his arms, trying to calm yourself, but nothing was working. Your breathing sped up rapidly, and you felt as if you were choking. This was strange to you, as well as John B. It felt as though your world was falling apart.

Despite his constant worrying, John B knew that if he freaked out, so would you. So he brought you further into his chest and whispered, “Y/N, you’re okay. You’re alright. I’ve got you, okay? Johnny’s got you.” Your older brother stroked your hair comfortingly, which calmed you a little bit. When you removed your head from John B’s chest, he kept pointing little things out to you; the blue of the bandana wrapped around his neck, the OBX logo on both of your guys’ t-shirts, a number of sea shells scattered across a desk in the room, and the slight tint of gray in the mostly white walls.

Once you were mostly settled down, John B turned to you, “Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you? What’s going on, sweet girl?”

You almost teared up again, but fought back to hold the tears in. You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers, and quietly muttered, “I miss him.”

John B’s heart dropped. The last time he had ever seen you cry, or even mention your father’s disappearance was the night Peterkin came and told the both of you. Of course, it’s never easy to lose a parent in any way, but he thought you were doing alright. You both looked out for each other more often now, because neither of you wanted to lose each other, “He’s alright. We’ll meet him soon. You know he’s always strong for us, right? He’s a stubborn man, and I mean that in the best way possible.” he replied back in a low tone, offering you a small smile. Despite the attempts to make you feel better, he knew deep down that his words weren’t true. He just didn’t want to admit that your father was dead, because then it would become real.

Your eyes watered again, and a few salty tears rolled down your cheeks, “You’re everything I have left, Johnny. I’m so scared of losing you. I’ve lost everyone else in my life, and I don’t want you to leave me either.” you choked out, looking at him and focusing on the hazel, almost brown color of his eyes.

John B was about to break. Seeing you in this much pain broke his heart, but he had to remain strong for you, “You’re not going to lose me, Y/N. Not now, not ever. The Routledge siblings stick together, yeah?”

You nodded, whispering a small ‘yes’ and going in for a long hug. John B was hurting seeing you like this. You looked so fragile, so scared, and so vulnerable. In his 16 years of life, he had never seen you like that. So he just held you tightly for a long time, and you eventually fell asleep in his arms. He smiled softly, moving so he wouldn’t wake you up. As he gently placed you into your bed, he kissed your forehead. You weren’t asleep completely yet, however, so you muttered, “Good night, JB.”

But he was scared to leave you alone. So instead of sleeping the rest of the night in his own bed, he went to his room to grab a sleeping bag and a light blanket. When he reached your bedroom again, he silently walked in, gently closing the door so it wouldn’t wake you. As he settled down on the floor next to your bed, he whispered, “Good night, princess.” and soon fluttered off to sleep.

Little did he know that he managed to pick up quite a few of your broken pieces.