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Full Pogue

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader (both over 18)

TW: 18+, smut, alcohol and weed consumption, piv intercourse, sex in public (kind of?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), I think thats it

Summary: You've had a terrible day and JJ is hell bent on making it better. (requested by my bestie @disturbedbeautywrites I hope I did it justice)

Word Count:2.4k

A/N: re posting bc it wasnt showing up in tags for some reason

JJ knew the second he saw you. He's always had a knack for reading you; your clenched jaw and taut shoulders clue him in immediately. He hates when his girl is stressed. He never wants you to be anything but happy and carefree. 

So as soon as you slam the door and throw your bag down instead of hanging it up the way you normally do, he's on his feet moving toward you. 

"Hey sunshine, I missed you." 

He makes a point not to ask how your day was and you're grateful. He never pushes you to talk, always giving you the option to come to him first. 

Usually, his nickname for you earns a smile even on your worst days, so the fact your lips don't quirk up and you don't relax in the slightest has him concerned. He's never seen you this worked up, and he starts formulating a plan immediately. 

"Go get changed, we're gonna go out." He smiles, pushing you gently toward your room. 

"I'm really not in the mood, JJ." 

He nods and takes your hand to pull you along since you don't seem willing to budge on your own. 

"I know, and that's exactly why we're going to do it." 

You grumble as he drags you behind him, your feet practically cementing themselves in the carpet beneath you. 

He gets you in the room and gladly starts packing a swimsuit and a few other things, well aware that you won't do it yourself. Once he has what he needs, he slings the bag over his shoulder and turns to pick you up in a fireman carry. 

You squeal as your feet leave the ground and JJ slaps your ass playfully while carrying you outside. He takes you straight down to the HMS Pogue and sets you down before climbing on board. 

"JJ what are you doing?" 

Your skeptical voice matches the scowl on your face, but JJ doesn't let it deter him. 

"I'm on a mission to make you feel better. You know I won't stop until I succeed so you might as well make this easier on both of us and just climb your cute ass in here."

He reaches out and you grab his hand reluctantly, steadying yourself as the boat rocks under you. You take a seat with a huff and cross your arms, making it clear that you're not happy. 

"Cheer up, buttercup. We're gonna have a grand ole' time!" 

You can't help but match his infectious smile as you settle into what you're sure is going to be an eventful afternoon.

Before you know it, you're floating in the middle of open water with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. Your worries seem far away now, meaningless specks way off in the distance of your mind. 

The two of you are doubled over in hysterical laughter as tears roll down your faces. You don't even remember what started it, but it doesn't matter. This is your favorite thing to do, spending time with JJ while the rest of the world and its bullshit melts away. 

"Do you think we'll ever get out of here? Like get married and have our own lives without all the small-town drama and class wars?" You ask, and JJ rolls his head to the side to look at you. 

You smile as his blonde hair flops around and he licks his lips. 

"I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm not going anywhere unless you're coming with me. I'm cool with making my way in the world and getting married, but only if it's to you. It'd be a damn good life, too. I'll get you anything you want. Fancy house, expensive ring; you name it and it's yours." 

You stare at his sun-kissed face for a minute and sit up on your elbows. 

"You wanna marry me someday and make me a Maybank?" You tease, but JJ doesn't laugh. 

"Sunshine, I'll give you my last name today. Just say the word." His tone is serious and you realize the gravity of his words. 

"Y/N Maybank. I think I could get used to that." You grin, and JJ kisses your knuckles as comfortable silence blankets you.

A few more minutes go by and JJ stands to start the boat. 

"No, I'm having so much fun!" You whine, and he gives you an amused look. 

"We're not going back just yet. I have one more thing up my sleeve." 

Your eyebrows shoot up and JJ watches as you let smoke billow out of your mouth and inhale with your nose. 

"You're wearing a tank top, baby. You don't have sleeves."

Your voice is teasing and he rolls his eyes before turning back to the task at hand. 

"Smartass." He mumbles, and your laughter floats through the air as he takes off.

You spend the next twenty minutes trying to figure out where the hell he's taking you. Your eyes widen as he stops next to the cliff he's been dying to jump off of and you look at him. 

"No, JJ. You are not doing that!" 

You're game for almost anything; hell half the time you're the one putting the stupid ideas in his head to begin with. But staring up at the 50-foot drop-off, even you know this is a bad idea. 

"You're right, I'm not. We are." He grins and you look at him like he's grown a second head. 

"The hell we are! JJ they're going to find our bodies washed up on the beach!" You exclaim, and he rolls his eyes. 

"Well, at least they can say we had fun. Come on." 

Before you can protest any further he's tying up the boat and hopping down on the sand, stopping to wait for you. Against your better judgment, you follow after him and start the trek up the rocky cliffside. 

Once you're at the top, your legs start wobbling as you peer down at the water below. You can feel your heart rate spike and your breathing becomes shallow. 

"JJ, I can't do this. It's too far."

He turns you away from the edge so you're focused on him and his hands come up to rest on the sides of your neck. His long fingers tangle in your hair and you lean into his touch as he grounds you. 

"Hey, you trust me right? You know I would never do anything to put you in danger on purpose?" 

His hands hold your head in place as you try to look behind you, and after a moment you give up and look back into his eyes.

"Yeah, bu-" 

He cuts you off with a kiss and pulls back to rest his forehead against yours. 

"But nothing, Sunshine. I'm going to hold your hand the entire time and we'll jump together, okay? Full pogue?" 

You take a second to mull over the idea before saying 'fuck it' and nodding. 

"Full pogue." 

The smile that lights up his face is blinding and he gives you a fiery kiss. Your mouths mesh together as his tongue traces over your bottom lip, and you let him in. 

Your tongues massage against each other, fighting for dominance until you're out of breath and he pulls back. 

"That's my girl. Come on." 

He pulls you to the edge slowly and you take a deep breath while trying not to think about your imminent death. What's the point of life if you're not really living, right?

True to his word, JJ's hand never leaves yours and he starts to count down from ten. When he gets to three your hand squeezes his with a vice grip and as soon as he gets to one, you jump without a second thought. 

Time stands still as you free-fall and it seems like an eternity before you plunge into the warm water. JJ slips from your grip upon impact and you swim to the surface, eyes darting around as you try to find him.

Panic starts to rise when you don't see his golden head of hair, but a few seconds later he resurfaces and you sigh a breath of relief. 

Now that it's over, all the adrenaline and emotion come rushing in at once and you let out a loud 'whoop'.

JJ laughs victoriously, a crazed look in his eye as he swims over to you. You've done a lot of crazy shit, but none of it has ever felt as insane as that. 

"Holy shit, baby. We did it!" He cheers and you wrap him up in your arms. 

The two of you just stare at each other, your hearts racing and adrenaline coursing through your veins in a near-lethal dose. You seem to have the idea at the same time as your lips come back together in a heated kiss. 

Your teeth clash, saltwater and beer mingling on your tastebuds. You let out a moan and cling to JJ like your life depends on it. 

The waves toss you around, submerging your heads underwater periodically as you float and make out without a care in the world. 

After a few minutes, he breaks away and the two of you start swimming to shore at lightning speed. You only get to about chest-deep water before he stops you, and your body crashes into his at the sudden force of being pulled back.

His mouth covers yours as he paws at your top, pulling the string behind your back and tossing it in the water. His hands slide up your waist and he runs his thumbs on the underside of your breasts as you moan. 

"Are we really doing this?" You ask between kisses, and the way he presses his bulge into your hip answers the question for you.

His mouth trails down your neck, sucking dark spots into the flesh and you throw your head back to grant him better access. 

Everything is rushed, the prospect of getting caught nagging the back of your minds. You feel his hand slip into your swim bottoms and let out a sharp gasp. There's so much happening, and your body is in overdrive. 

The ocean laps at your skin, waves crashing into you, and the warm sun beats down further warming your already scorching hot skin. You can feel the sand as it shifts under your feet, and everything combined is intoxicating. 

There's still weed and alcohol in your system, heightening even the smallest sensation. You don't know what to pay attention to, so you surrender to the moment and just let yourself be consumed by it all. 

JJ wraps your legs around his waist and sinks into you, both of you releasing a sharp gasp. Your nails bite into his shoulders as he supports you, the sensation of him filling you up euphoric.

You aren't sure when he pulled his trunks down or untied your bottoms, but as he starts moving slowly, you can't bring yourself to care. 

"Fuck, JJ." 

Your voice is breathless as you cry out and he pulls you tighter against him. He leans into the waves, allowing them to rock the both of you and your eyes roll back.

It feels heavenly, a whole new experience, and you suddenly can't remember why the two of you have never done this before. 

"I know, baby. Shit, you feel like you were made for me." 

His voice is raspy and it sends pleasure straight to your core. His head drops to the crook of your neck when you clench around him and you both know this isn't going to last long. 

One of his hands snakes around your back and holds the back of your neck to keep you upright, while the other one dips down to where your bodies meet. 

You choke on a broken moan when he starts rubbing your clit just the way you like, and the drugs in your system elevate the electricity shooting through you. Every nerve ending is buzzing like a live wire and you can feel yourself hurtling toward your climax. 

JJ can sense this and speeds up slightly, chasing his own end as well. 

"Come on, sunshine. Let me feel you come around my cock. Can you do that for me?" 

You whimper at the desperation in his tone and your mouth drops open as white-hot fire spreads from your center all the way down to the tips of your fingers. JJ isn't far behind, your own release triggering his. 

You feel his hips stutter as he paints your walls and he bites down on your collarbone to maintain some form of self-control. 

Your bare chest heaves against his as the two of you take labored breaths, trying to come back down to earth. Your vision slowly focuses and when you finally look at him, he's already staring at you with a loving smile. 

"There she is. Hi, pretty girl. You doing okay?" 

You manage to nod and he peppers your face with kisses before carrying you toward shore. 

"JJ my swimsuit!" You remind him and he chuckles while holding up one of his hands. 

"Right here, baby."

He gets you to waist-deep water before setting you down and his arms steady you as your legs wobble. Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders and he slips your top over your head before reaching behind you to tie it. 

Once it's secure, he re-situates your bottoms and checks to make they're not going to fall off and looks back up at your face. There's a pink hue on your cheeks, a combination of leftover flush and sunburn. He thinks it's stunning. 

His lips press to your cheekbones gently and you smile at the sweet gesture. 

"Let's head back before the group gets worried." JJ suggests and you nod while taking his hand. 

The walk back to the boat is leisurely, neither of you is in much rush to end your magical day just yet. 

The sun is starting to set on the horizon and you stare at JJ as he's covered in pink and orange hues. He looks angelic and loves explodes in your chest.

"You're so pretty." You mutter contently, and he looks over at you with raised brows. 

"I'm supposed to tell you that." He teases and you shrug. 

"Well, you deserve to hear it too. I love you." 

Your arms wrap around his torso and you turn your head to the side to rest it betwen his shoulder blades as he steers the boat, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. 

"Love you too, sunshine."

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⋆ sober ⋆ ( jj x reader)

where jj seeks comfort from a total stranger after the lost of his best friend. 

a/n: i don’t know what i did but i think i’ll make this into a series, not sure yet. let’s just see how the first shot goes. 

warnings: alcohol mention, angst and mention of abuse.

words: 2.3k 

the disappearance or the death on john b really has a massive effect on the island. people would pay condolences but jj scoffed when the kooks paid respect, it was their fault. jj used the cash that they gave the group to buy substances, beers and a lovely weapon.

when his dad found out about his boat missing, jj sure got a lovely birthday surprise, he was surprise he made it out alive. the pogues met up regularly but it wasn’t for long, they just sat there by the chateau waiting for something or even a sign to appear. they got nothing, which made jj mad, confused and full of revenge.

weeks have gone by and there is still no sign of john b or sarah being alive. each minute, each hour and each day the pogues spent further away from each other. pope and kie were doing there own thing, getting by with each other to comfort but jj? it was worst.

he had no motivation. he was completely alone with his thoughts that burden him with the fears that john b is actually dead. his only escape was the drugs that absorb him, the thrill of escaping his reality for just one minute was the motivate of jj’s choices.

kie and pope tried to help but he didn’t need that sympathy. he didn’t want to be saved, he wanted his best friend, his brother back and no one would help him.

wandering the streets at night is what jj calls his root to happiness, wandering off to the kook side to get that glimpse of foruture that he once had but it was all taken. one sip of the beer made him trumble, another sip caused him to turn a corner, as a third sip made his mouth slur john b’s name to remind the kooks that it’s there fault he is missing, or dead.

“john b.” jj cried, as he found a local white fence guarding the rather large pool that sat in the middle of the garden, untouched.

jj had an idea, a crazy one but he was known for being reckless.

“this is for john b” he yelled as he took off his top, dangling his feet in the pool yelling at the coldness of the clawring.

a light opened and jj slamed his knees to the ground praying it was jesus speaking to him, “you have given me a sign to show that john b is alive, show me anoth-“ he got cut off by a girl in an oversize hogwarts t-shirt.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, looking down at how pathetic he was being.

“talking to god, put some clothes on. god is watching.” he slurred as he looked up the sky and you did too but was confused in what he was looking for.

“get out of my garden, you freak.” you yelled, rolling your eyes as you didn’t really need this at 3am.

“for the last time im talk-“

“say god one more time, ill fucking show you what god wants” you threaten but jj just laughed.

you scolded as you had no choice to go down and kick him out yourself.

“juliet, where art tho i loathsome of your beauty, thus to my delight” he crackled as he drank another gulp of beer.

he waited for you, no sign until he felt a gallon of water attack his face.

“i told you to fucking leave. go home and throw that shit away.”

jj scoffed not moving an inch as he was still in his praying position.

“what’s it gunna take for you to fuck off?” you asked, crossing your arms not even caring if you woke your parents up.

“your body on mine. me inside you and to top it all off… i could kill a mac n cheese.” he giggled as he fell to the ground, cuddling the freshly cut grass.

rolling your eyes at the response but the mac n cheese thought wasn’t so bad. maybe feeding him, will get him to leave.

“after i make you a mac n cheese, you leave okay?”

jj nodded, still hugging the grass as he lightly kissed the gnome that was right in front of him.

once the mac n cheese was made, you made your way outside trying to find the lost boy that was macking with your gnome. 

“sorry to disturb but here’s your mac n cheese?”

jj stopped what he was doing, quickly grabbing the plate slowly biting into the sandwich.

“well, fuck. that’s the best damn mac n cheese i had.” he moaned as he ate the whole thing.

poor boy hasn’t even a decent meal in forever, he had the chance to go get free food at the wreck but he couldn’t stand the cringes of kie and pope.

you sat down across from him as he handing you the plate, “may i have another?” he asked, biting his lip as he was really hungry.

“yes but you have to answer one question.” you smirked, wanting to really play with his drunken mind.

he rolled his eyes, “im single.”

you laughed, scoffing as that wasn’t actually the question you wanted to know.

“flattering but no. why are you drinking?” you asked, pulling your hair in a tight bun as jj watched your movement. the access to your neck was giving jj thrills of lust, he was hungry for food and for sex.

“thirsty.” he slurred, but you gave him a stern look.

“my friends has ditched me, friend is possibly dead and my dad beats me” he chuckled, at how messed up his life really is.

your heart sank, it was drowning in pain. you examined him, the bruises on his chest, ribs and face were a painting gone wrong. the cut on his lip was healed but the one of his cheek was glowing.

“i don’t need pity. it happens, life gets the better of you. you get hit, it’s the way the jungle works. i happened to be the fucking antelope.” he scoffed as he looked directly into your eyes, the pain was there and you could see it.

“and i’m guessing the kooks are the lions? the rulers of the jungle?” you laughed as you never really got metaphors.

“actually, the elephants rule the jungle. the pogues made this land and your kind destroyed it with robots and generators.”

robots? this kid is definitely delusional to say the least. you wanted to play along but for the sake of his mind, you decided to use a different approach.

“not all kooks are like that. we have demons too. how do you think we get robots and generators?”

“the treasure you fucking lowlifes stole, the thrill of selling drugs and doing dirty deeds.” he basically summed your family up. it was frightening to see someone drunk of their ass analyse your lifestyle, it was impressive but also scary.

“gotcha. no words means your guilty.” he chimed as he laid fresh on the grass, absorbing the sky and the stars that shined above the both of you.

“ill go make you that mac n cheese.” you huffed getting up as you didn’t want jj to dectect your guilty ness.

“one mac n cheese and bandages for your cuts.” you strolled out, handing him the plate of food that again he demolished.

“i better be going…” he trailed off, standing up whilst holding onto the gnome that he thought was a human.

“thank betty for me, she was a good kisser” he smirked walking over to you as he engulf his body into you, giving you a slightly awkward hug.

“thanks mama.” he softly said as he held you for a moment. the words he release form his mouth made you cringe but from the tales that he told you, he probably never had a mother.

—

the night ended, and the sun came bursting in. the colours jj witnessed from the sun swept him to do something productive but first he needed to eat, and he knew just the place.

jj stormed into the wreck, clicking his fingers as he motioned kie’s dad to fix him up a mean breakfast. “mr cerrea, your finest breakfast please” he chuckled, slamming the chair down sitting down.

“is he drunk?” kie’s dad asked kiara but she shurgged, she hasn’t seen jj for weeks. she was worried about him but since the death of john b, she decided to push that side away from her and focus on getting out of this town with pope’s help.

“just fix him up a breakfast and ill try to speak with him” kie pleaded as he was still her friend, regardless of their separation.

her father nodded, handing kie the breakfast slowly walking over to jj who smelt the fresh eggs coming for him.

“thanks kie.” he spoke, chuckling as he started to break the breakfast apart, eating without caring about the mess he was making.

“we should talk…” kie blurted out. she hated seeing jj like this, she knew his home life was shit enough but now he is behaving like his father is scary and kie wasn’t lying when she began to be afraid of him.

“totally.. about the part that you ditched me for dick and pope decided to finally give a shit about a scholarship.” he ranted as he munched on his sausages.

kie signed, he was right. they did ditch him but it was only for the better of their survival. jj began to drift off as well as them ditching him. he used drugs and alcohol to heal the pain whereas they used affection and goals to get their mind off it.

“exactly. you know i’m right.” he scoffed finishing up his breakfast, without making any eye contact.

“jj, c’mon.” kie pleaded as she didn’t like it when she fought with him. 

“no, kie. i don’t need pity right now. you left and now you want in. i opened my heart to you, told you about my dad and all you did, you and pope left me. i already lost my brother, do you really think i wanted to lose you guys?” he sobbed as he couldn’t contain the guilt and stress anymore. kie could see it and reacted in a way jj never thought, a kiss on the cheek.

“save it. i’m going, thanks for the food mr cerra. i won’t come again.” he yelled as he made his way out of the wreck not even looking at kie whose face dropped when she saw the painful canvas show again.

—

“y/n, what are we doing on this side of town?” your friend asked you as you took off your fancy clothes and replacing them with a tee and shorts.

“blending in. you can sunbathe whilst i’ll catch the waves.” you chuckled, running up towards the beach but startled when you bumped into someone who slienty sobbed.

“mac n cheese boy?” you broke out, looking at his frame. his body was golden but his bruises made him stand out. you didn’t really get a full glimpse of him as it was dark the first time you saw him but his dirty blonde hand blowing in the wind got you second guessing your whole prediction of the boy. 

“you know him? your confused friend looked at the both of you, slightly concerned that her friend was talking to a pogue.

“yeah, um he mows the lawn…” you lied motioning jj to agree. he saw it, that contact in your eye of being ashamed to even talk to a kind like him.

“yep. mowned her lawn. you surf?” he asked checking out the board that you gripped in your hand.

“not technically but i’m learning.” you blushed, looking out of the waves watching the curves drown the sand.

“well, let me teach you. i’m the best surfer here..” he trailed off, grabbing your board as he examined the shape, length and momentum. 

“why would you help me?” you asked looking at your friend who was too busy scrolling through her phone.

“can i go sunbathe?” she groaned walking away from the two of you, not even wanting for an answer from you.

“god, she’s annoying.” jj muttered which caused you to bring out a little chuckle.

“you get used to it. so, answer my question.”

“you made me the best mac n cheese ever so i’ll return the favour?” he suggested as he could really do with a day without moping around and drinking. 

“it’s a deal. thanks, mac n cheese boy.” you smiled as you walked with him to the start of the sea, embraced this coldness of the water as it gently stroked your foot. 

“you ready, kook?” he smirked opening his hand for you, you nodded your head as you began to run through the waves surprising him that you didn’t need a guide. 

“there’s more to me than you think.” she yelled, diving into the water letting her body take her to a fantasy she never thought would become a reality. 

jj admired her, she wasn’t like her other friend who scoffed everytime a splash of water hit her body or when her phone wasn’t buffering. he made his way into the water not even looking back at the town. diving into the wave, himself got lost in a trance that he hoped would never stop as he thought went he brought his body up to the shore, that this was god sign of redemption. 

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• 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 @starfxkrinc

[blackeyen2kisses]

just friends

summary: you and jj have been inseparable for as long as you can remember, but, your friendship is a blurry line. it’s obvious to everyone but you two. what happens when you both snap?

warnings - jj maybank x reader, friends to lovers, alcohol use, mentions of cuts and bruises, indirect mention of abuse, mild cussing, jj being gross, reader is a little rude to jj, jealousy, kissing

the warmth from the summer heat made your legs slick with sweat from your spot on the bow of the HMS pouge.

supposedly, today has been the hottest day of the year so far. you could certainly say it felt like it.

wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead, you let out an exasperated sigh, “is he planning on showing up anytime today?”

“i texted him an hour ago, asking him if he was coming and he said he’d be here.” pope answered from were he was digging in the cooler for a beer.

the sound of footsteps storming down the dock caused the six pouges to snap their heads up.

lo and behold, the man himself was heading toward them, hands shoved in his pockets and fresh bruises and cuts littering his face.

you felt your heart crack.

“sorry, yall. got tangled up in something, but im here now, lets get this show on the road.” he clapped, a tight smile on his face.

we looked at each other, silently agreeing we knew what he got tangled up in.

his dad.

you jumped up from were you had been previously sitting, heading toward the side of the boat and extending your hand.

he hummed, “why thank you, m’lady.” grabbing your hand and hopping onto the boat.

bringing the back of your hand to his mouth he placed two soft kisses before casually heading over to john b and pope.

you met eyes with cleo as she raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.

you rolled you eyes and waved her off.

thirty minutes later, the temperature continued to climb as you guys made your way deeper into the marsh.

“fuck, its hot.” a voice you could’ve recognized from a mile away, complained as you felt a sweaty body sit beside you, the right side of their body meeting the left side of yours.

“gross, jj. you’re all sweaty.” you whined as you tried, and failed, to scoot away.

his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his side. “oh yeah?” he said slyly as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and rubbed it on your cheek.

you made a gagging sound as you slammed the book you had been attempting to read shut “you’re disgusting.”

he chuckled, pinching your side, which made you to squirm away. “you’re adorable when your frustrated.”

you glared at him before noticing the chewing of his jaw, eyes lighting up,“you have gum?”

he nodded, popping the gum in his mouth.

you hummed excitedly, “what flavor?”

he tilted his head to the side, “watermelon.”

you sat up straighter, “thats my favorite.”

he grinned, amused, “i know, baby.”

you stuck your hand out, “can i have a piece, please?”

you swore you saw a thought flicker across his eyes as he smirked. he motioned with two fingers, beckoning you closer.

your brows furrowed and you leaned in closer, “what? do you have gossip? did john b and sarah get in to a fight? thats like their third this w-“

you were cut off as jj smashed his lips against yours. your eyes widened in confusion, and you felt your belly swarm with butterflies.

just then, you felt him force his tongue into your mouth and push something chewy onto your tongue.

he pulled back, leaving you stunned as he sat there like nothing happened, picking up his beer from beside his foot and taking a sip.

“j-“

“there, you said you wanted a piece of gum.” he murmured into the can.

you blinked fiercely as you slowly chewed on his gum.

it felt intimate, too intimate to chew a piece of gum that had been in his mouth just minutes before, that he swirled around with his tongue and blew bubbles with.

you then heard numerous horribly suppressed laughs, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“you guys are nasty.” kie complained as she twirled a curl around her finger.

you snickered, grabbing your book and sunglasses as you stood up and made your way toward sarah. not before smacking the back of jj’s head of course.

you heard an “ow!” from behind you as you sat on the other side of the boat. trying desperately to kill the butterfly’s swarming your belly.

it was around four when you guys decided to head back to the chateau.

everyone was lugging in bits and pieces of stuff from the boat trip. you ended up with the cooler and food.

you were half way up the dock when cleo and kie caught up to you.

kie grabbed the Tupperware of food sat on top of the cooler, “okay so, are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

cleo snickered.

you looked back in forth between the two girls at your sides and raised an eyebrow, “what elephant?”

cleo gave you at look that told you you had just asked a stupid question, “she’s talking about you macking on jj back there on the boat.”

you gave a quiet, “oh.”

kie nudged you with her shoulder, “oh is right. what the fuck was that? i know you guys act like a couple, even though your supposedly” she emphasized with air quotations, “not together whatever whatever, but kissing? a bit out of the ordinary.”

cleo scoffed, “a little more than a bit out of the ordinary.”

you rolled you eyes, “i wanted a piece of his gum and…thats how he gave it to me. you guys know how jj is, hes a bit out of the ordinary himself. were just friends.”

what you didnt say out loud was that you agreed with them. it was weird. sure, you and jj hung out all day everyday, you were probably more touchy with each other than most friends are, and jj has kissed you on the cheek a multitude of times before but, never on the lips. this was new.

you also didn’t say how flustered it made you.

cleo burst out laughing, “was that his excuse?”

“what?”

kie looked at you dumbfounded, “that is not a way you give a piece of gum to your friend. you know, he just bought a whole pack yesterday, theres no way hes already out.” she pointed backwards, toward the direction the boys and sarah were.

you were about to respond when you felt two arms wrap around your neck from behind and a face rest in the crook of your neck.

“what are you ladies chatting about?” he grinned.

both girls gave the two of you an incredulous look before heading inside the chateau.

he furrowed his brows and lifted his head so his cheek rested against yours. “what’d i do?” he stared at the doors of the chateau where the two had just entered.

ignoring his question, you groaned and dropped the cooler at your feet. then attempted—and failed, to pull his arms off you, “jj! its too hot for you to be hanging all over me.”

he groaned, shoving his face back into the place between your neck and shoulder. he then, placed three feather light kisses that made your toes curl in your black flip-flops.

what is wrong with him today?

you squealed, desperately trying to pry yourself out of his steel grip.

you felt him grin against your neck.

he pulled back and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. he then, grabbed the strap of your black and white, polka-dot bikini top, pulled it back, and let go, making it snap against your skin.

“jj!” you covered the strap with your hand, preventing him further.

he gave you a look of mischief before bending down and picking up the cooler he just dropped and heading inside.

you shook your head lightly and noticed john b, pope, and sarah, had caught up to you. you decided you were in dire need of a distraction and jumped into the conversation.

you caught on to the end of sarahs sentence, “starting at seven tonight.”

“what’s starting at seven tonight?” you tilted your head in question.

pope answered, “kegger.”

john b nodded, “you coming?” he pointed a finger at you.

you weren’t one to favor parties but, jj had been messing with you head for the whole day. maybe a tourist could do the trick?

the boneyard was bustling with people. kooks, pouges, and tourists alike had come for beer and a good time. it seemed nights like these were the only times everyone got along.

you supposed alcohol could do that to people.

you were avoiding jj like the plague. you needed to distract yourself from him, which, you could admit was proving to be a challenge—he was hanging onto you like a leech.

where you lead, he would follow. if you went to go get a drink, he would join you in line; chatting your ear off, if you sat down with a group of people; he would sit down with you, if someone came up to you and started talking to you; he would butt into the conversation.

this wouldn’t normally phase you, but, considering the circumstances, you were beginning to become frustrated.

the two of you were now standing at the shoreline, you gazing out at the water, while he attempted to put tiny braids throughout your hair.

you felt your stomach churn pleasantly and your cheeks redden. then, you hit your breaking point.

“jj!” you spun around, now facing him.

he hummed in response, attempting to grab the third minuscule braid he had been working on, his brows furrowing in discontent as you scooted out of reach and watched as it fell out of his grasp.

“i have to go to the restroom.”

his fingers brushed up and down the length of your arm, “okay, baby, lets go.”

your frustration grew at the pet name. “no..i..its girl stuff. i have to go find sarah to burrow something from her..and..you’ll get bored waiting it’ll take a while.” you hurriedly spoke, gushing out excuses.

he scoffed, “you know i dont care about that stuff, i’ve bought you tampons like twenty times.”

“jj!” you slapped your hands over your eyes as your cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

you saw him grin and throw up his hands in surrender through your fingers.

you dropped your hands as he said, “ill meet you by the hammock ‘kay?”

you nodded, guilt swarming you as you thought about how horrible you were being to him. he didn’t deserve to be treated like this. if only you could just get over yourself and..

you brain skidded to a halt as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

you blinked ferociously and squeezed your hands at your sides.

the corner of his lip twitched as he tried to suppress a grin, “see ‘ya.”

you watched him, dumbfounded, as he walked away casually, hands shoved into the pockets or his cargo shorts.

you needed to find help. someone, anyone.

you found your reprieve when you spotted sarah and john b, talking to what you assumed to be a couple tourists.

you let out of sight of relief as you marched over. sarah spotted you out of the corner of her eye and smiled, beckoning you over with her hand.

“hey! whats up. wheres your lover boy?” you smacked a hand over her mouth and glanced at john b who was smothering his laugh.

you pulled your hands away, “i need your help, now.” and dragged her away before she could respond.

she looked at you with furrowed brows, “whats going on? are you okay?”

“i need you to keep jj away from me. i need you to distract him. make sure he does not under any circumstances come up to me.” you explained hastily.

“what is this about? did you guys get into a fight?”

“no.” you replied, grabbing both of her hands, in both of yours, “just please, sar.”

she waited for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip nervously, “okay..”

“thank you.” you exhaled the breath you had been holding and hugged her quickly before fleeing the scene.

you had successfully survived fifteen minutes of avoiding jj before things started to go downhill.

you had decided it was probably best to steer clear of the hammock, so you ended up on the other side of the boneyard.

here, the area was filled with kooks and a few tourists. you tried to pretend you didn’t feel the kooks glaring at the back of your head.

at that point, you began to wander around aimlessly, lost in your thoughts about jj, when you bumped into someones back, causing their drink to spill on the sand.

they spun around and when you noticed the anger flooding their face, you bit your lip anxiously.

you presumed he was a tourist, you’ve never seen him around before, and not to mention the fact that he wore a t-shirt with the words: OUTER BANKS, PARADISE ON EARTH, plastered on the front.

definitely a tourist.

the moment his eyes met yours the anger left his face and a smug look took over.

jackpot.

“hey, sorry about that. wasn’t watching where i was going.” you forced a smile.

his eyes flickered to your lips and he nodded bashfully, hand rubbing across the nape of his neck.

“uh..yeah dont worry about it.”

“so, you’re a tourist?”

he nodded again, shoving his hands in his pockets,“yeah, got here last night. how’d you know?”

your eyes flickered to his shirt before moving back up to his eyes, “lucky guess.” you shrugged.

he moved his eyes to his shoes, shuffling anxiously, “well, if you want to get out of here, i have a car.”

bleh.

you were about to agree when you felt two rough palms slid across your waist and resting possessively just under your top.

you could tell who it was right away. you shivered at the realization.

fucking sarah.

jj then moved forward so that your chest was flush with his and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“hey man, i see you’re getting well acquainted with my girl.”

the bite in his tone surprised you.

he tsked, pulling one hand away from your waist and pulling at your cheek, “she snuck away from me,” he then fixed his gaze on you, “how disloyal.”

you eyes met and you felt your airway constrict. what were you doing? lying and avoiding jj all because you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you may have feelings for him?

you gulped, “jj..”

he gave you a tight smile and placed his hands on your shoulders, redirecting his attention back to the tourist he said, “we’ll be on our way now.”

he pushed you forward by your shoulders toward the exit.

“jj what are you doing?”

he continued to ignore you, pushing you to go faster. you noticed his jaw was clenched and his hands were unreasonably tight around your shoulders.

he didn’t stop until he got to the twinkie.

you spun around to face him, shoving his back by his shoulders, “what the fuck is your deal?”

he scoffed in disbelief, “my deal?” he pointed at himself.

“yes. your deal.” you wanted to scream in frustration.

“whats your deal?” he raised his voice, jaw ticking in annoyance.

“you’re the one who dragged me out of the boneyard like some psycho!”

he ran his fingers through his hair, chest heaving, “like some psycho.” he scoffed, looking away before turning back to you, “is that what you think of me? i have i not made myself clear countless of times?”

you shook your head in confusion, “what are you even talking about?”

he ran his hands down his face, “god! you’re so frustrating.”

“me? its you whos-“

he stepped foward until the toes of your shoes were flush. he looked down at you, chest heaving with half lidded eyes, “i tried to make myself clear,” he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, knocking the breath out of you. “i don’t know what more you want from me,” his voice rose, “i even kissed you on the lips for fucks sake!”

your breath hitched, “what?” your voice no more than a whisper

he pressed his forehead against yours, tone lowering to match yours, “and here you are, chatting it up with other guys.” he scoffed.

“jj..”

he began to pull away, “im an idiot, im sorry for kissing you like that when you don’t even-“

you grabbed the collar of his shirt, standing on your tippy toes, you smashed you lips on his.

for a moment he stood there, paralyzed as you kissed him, you were seconds from pulling away when he placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you back.

you threw your arms around his neck and he grabbed your waist, hands slipping just under your shirt.

his tongue slid along your bottom lip. you smiled into the kiss and opened your mouth, granting him permission.

he slip his hands down to your thighs and tapped them, “jump.”

you jumped up, now straddling him, he slammed you against the side of the twinkie, hand slipping behind your head to prevent you from getting hurt.

he then began to work down to your neck, starting at the corner of your mouth and working his way down. he nipped at the side of your neck, you could feel him begin to make a hickey.

“jj!” you giggled, tangling your fingers in his blonde hair.

he hummed against your skin, “gotta let that asshole know you’re mine.”



[lazysoulwriter]

makeout heaven – jj maybank ── .✦

content: heavy makeout, smoking, soft touches, dirty kisses, some teasing and wandering hands, implied intimacy, high and in love energy.

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You’re both stoned out of your minds, tangled on the couch like it's the most sacred place on Earth. A playlist you barely notice hums low in the background — something slow, bassy, dreamy. JJ’s hand is warm and heavy on your thigh, thumb stroking just under the hem of your shorts like he’s too lazy to go higher, too obsessed with the skin right there.

He takes a drag from the joint, the tip glowing bright in the dim room, then leans in and lets the smoke curl from his lips into yours. You giggle — a soft, breathy thing that makes him grin like a damn devil.

“High, baby?” he asks, voice rough and lazy.

“Floating,” you hum, pulling at the collar of his shirt to drag him back down to you. “Wanna kiss.”

That’s all it takes.

His mouth crashes into yours, a slow burn kind of kiss — all tongue and teeth and soft moans swallowed between your lips. His hands are greedy now, finally climbing, fingers sneaking beneath your shirt, brushing the underside of your bra. He laughs against your mouth when you shiver.

“Sensitive,” he teases, kissing sloppily along your jaw, down your neck. “Fuck, I love this.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan. His hands slide down, cupping your ass over your thin shorts, squeezing like he can’t help himself. You feel his breath catch, feel the shift in his body when he grinds into your thigh, lazily, like he’s savoring it.

Your laugh turns breathless. “You’re getting hard just from making out?”

He pulls back, eyes hazy, lips swollen. “You’re straddling me, moaning into my mouth, touching me like that—and you’re asking that?”

“Just checking,” you smirk, rolling your hips once, slow and mean.

JJ chokes on a moan and then he’s kissing you again, hungrier this time. One hand on your throat, not squeezing, just there. Possessive. Intimate. Yours. His other hand slides up your back, under your shirt, dragging lazy lines with his fingers.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin you if you keep doin’ that,” he mumbles, kissing you harder, like he means it, like he’s already imagining it.

But he doesn’t move to take it further — not yet. You’re both too gone, too wrapped up in the lazy heat of it. Just kisses, messy and slow, tongues tangling, smoke still lingering between your mouths. His hands don’t stop touching. Yours don’t either.

Hours could pass. Days. You wouldn’t notice.

Not when his lips feel like this. Not when he keeps whispering, “You taste so good, baby”, between kisses.

Not when you’re this high and this in love.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[highformaybank]

JUNE ‘26

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[starshipsofstarlord]

JJ’s Angel

Summary: his angel is about to arrive, and he couldn’t be happier, the only thing that he hates is that he is going to have to see you in pain

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, labour, small mention of angst, description of giving birth, mentions of medication, mentions and usage of weed, use of weed during pregnancy (do not recommend doing that nor any other drug whilst pregnant), swearing, mentions of violence

Word Count: 2234

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“It’s okay; it’s going to be okay.” He told you, trying to remain calm despite his hands ravelling through his golden locks as he freaked out a little. She was coming, and that meant that his entire world was going to change. His hands abandoned his hair as he clasped onto your hand, noticing how your face beamed with sweat and a concoction of fear.

A hospital wasn’t an option, neither of you could afford it, and thus was opted that you would remain at the chateau, and that was exactly where you were, laid on the couch as you panted through the merciless contractions. “I can’t do it JJ, it already hurts too much.”

His mind reeled for something that could take your pain away, and as he searched through his pockets, he found the nasty little splinter that he was searching for. A blunt. And whilst that may have not been the most appropriate way to relieve your pain, it was the best that could be done. There were no meds available to buy nor that were in budget that could remove the hurt that your body was severely endorsing.

“You’re going to be okay mamas, you’re about to actually be a mama.” After so long of resorting to calling you that as a nickname, he could hardly believe that there was about to be some truth behind it. The thought made a smile sting his face and detail crisp out his dimples as he continued to try and comfort you. “Kie and the others should be here any moment, I told them that it’s happening.”

“Don’t sound so happy about my suffering Maybank.” You barked at him, crossing your arms across your chest as you inhaled, only to release a shaky exhale. Your water had already broken when the two of you were seated on the porch, and that had been when JJ had dragged you inside. Little Pogue was albeit making your insides feel as though they were tearing you apart, though other than that, he was the happiest and most excited he had ever been, which was a lot for JJ.

He wanted to meet his son or daughter more than anything, he never thought that he’d be one to settle down, but the unexpected open the sights to a future that he had always thought was too far away from his grasp. But here you were, amidst teenage pregnancy, enduring the pressure that was wanting to leave your womb. “I just want to meet them.” He admitted softly, placing his ringed hand upon your rounded stomach, feeling how your pulse raced through the material of your shirt.

That instantly calmed your stressed attitude, and made you stare up at him with tears eyes. JJ was always the wild card. He had this concept in his head that he was never going to fit in nor be a respected member of society, pogue or otherwise, but now he had something arriving that most households around the Cut and Figure Eight had. A family, made from his own blood.

“Well you better smarten up J, and not get arrested, because I cannot do this without you.” If he continued his recklessness, that would be where he’d end up, as he always thought he would. And that would certainly not be ideal, to be a single mother on the outside whilst he was enclosed in a cell and courtyard where he would no doubt continue to cause trouble. JJ pressed a peck on the back of your hand, lightly nodding his head at your words.

“I won’t; I’ll try my best.” Was his promise to you and the other life form that was coming into the world, he could feel his heart racing in his chest as he noticed you wince as another unraveling of barely bearable pain set into your body, causing tears to leak from your ducts. “Can’t believe my stupid cousin is on the mainland today of all days.” He sighed, pinching between his brows as he refrained from resorting to taking his frustrations out on kicking anything or yelling that would provide no help to the situation.

“I don’t think he’s the stupid cousin…” Mumbled from your lips as you adoringly smiled at him. It was crazy how two people so young could fall in love so deep, but after all the two of you had gone through, it wasn’t that insane to mull it over. JJ simply rolled his eyes lovingly at you, and then held up the blunt, quirking his brow in question.

Each expression that you pulled exhibited a notion of pain, from the way that your eyes crinkled as they observantly squinted at him, as you fiddled your lip between your teeth. Your nails divulged into a pressure against the material of the sofa, clawing it like a cat that was trying to get comfortable. But there was no way of that as a human was preparing itself to come out of you, to push through the stance of your hips and rip open your vagina. If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d have been reprimanding your boyfriend for helping to put you in this predicament.

JJ lit the blunt, taking a long puff from it before passing it off to you, and you were more than happy to accept, inhaling the drug as it was the best that you could for temporarily dismissing your physical anguish. And whilst you took heavy fumed breaths from it, JJ worked on the button of your shorts, slipping them down along with your panties, grabbing a thin blanket toss over your legs.

The blunt was entwined between your fingers, busying your mind to the point that you didn't hear the front door of the chateau opening, and three original pogues alongside an honorary one enter. "You said that it was an emergency J-" Kie's voice was cut off by no other than herself as she saw you, and the J that occupied your hand. She had never moved so fast as she sped over, and stole it from your grasp, putting it out in a random tray that lay on the coffee table. “What the fuck? You don’t give pregnant woman weed!” At least someone that had sense had just arrived.

“Well we can’t get any of that good shit that numbs the pain Kie!” JJ defended himself, sure not to shout too loud so that’d it unsettle you completely. His head quickly whipped back to you as a keen of anguish throttled out of your throat, and that was when he noticed that on the journey here, they had picked up Sarah. She soar towards you, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead, feeling a stirring heat in that section of your face. “Vlad, damp a hand towel would you so we can help her cool of.” It wasn’t a question, it was an order, and Pope rolled his eyes at the sentiment that had started her sentence.

“The two of you really have to be all gross and coupley now?” He asked, meaning for it to be rhetorical. But of course Kie took somewhat offence to it, considering the afflictions that persevered between the pair; she knew that he was lightly holding a grudge against her and she found there to be nothing incorrect with her reforming their relationship to nothing short or more of a friendship. Because that was all that she wanted, to go back to the way things were when they were simply nothing more than two pogues that weren’t macking. The example of two members of the group fucking with consequences was you and JJ, and those consequences were currently the priority and needed to be dealt with before anything negative affective the labour that was painfully surpassing through your body.

“You think that’s gross? Wait until she starts to crown, that may change your definition.” Spoke the Kiara, earning a stern eye roll from his Pope as he became the bait of Kie’s anger. He cringed a little, having forgotten all these minor details that were incorporated within the stationary product of birth, and what would happen through the process. Perhaps he’d be best staying up by your face and holding your hand, he thought. Though there seemed to be a lack of room as Sarah patted your head with a cool towel to soothe down the heat that was exhibiting from below your skin and through it, and JJ was on your right, pressing encouraging kisses to the back of your hand.

“Or afterbirth.” John B added, making JJ slap him on the knee as your eyes widened, all because of the stupid fucking pogues that whilst trying to make each other sick from all the intrusive details. It already felt like you had to push, it was like a weight was entrapped in your body; the fact was that you had already been in labour for hours, but hadn’t realised until your water had gave up on you and broke, mostly due to having Braxton Hicks not too long ago, and boy did you think that they felt real, but turns out the real thing was so much worse.

“It’s natural dude, now shut up and do something useful, get some towels or something.” The soon to be dad ordered him, as Kie swapped places with Sarah, whom had experience with viewing a child’s birth, as she had been there when Wheezie was born. Sarah glanced beneath the thin sheet that concealed the portal that was bringing new life into the world, noticing that you had already displayed. “I think you should start pushing soon, I can already see the head.” She said, making you both relieved and anxious for what was to come.

“Oh shit, I can’t do this J.” You search his eyes for comfort, rapidly allowing your own to dart on anything but your lower half. It was the most terrifying situation that you had ever been in, and that included getting chased down by bored muscle that carried guns. He squeezed your hand with his own, noticing how you winded from the pressure that was trying to escape from your womb, and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yes you can, you’re the strongest person that I know.” There was no waver in his statement, his tone was strong even as his eyes held tears at the concept of becoming a father. “I don’t know anyone else that has literally kicked Ward Cameron in the balls when we thought he had caused our friends to die in that storm, or pushed time and time again for the cops to do something against the kooks. But you did all that and more, you broke through my hard shell when no one else could, so I’m telling you that you can push and bring our baby into the world and give us and our side of the island something else to fight for.”

“I am pretty badass.” You released a breathless laugh as you shut your eyes, imagining holding your newborn, and best of all, the image of them with the love of your life. And sure, calling him that was cheesy, but it was true; the pair of you had been through thick and thin together, you’d even punched Luke in the face in defence of the blond, and you’d do it all again if you could end up here, surrounded by your friends that were your family, about to bring a new purpose for yourself into this world.

“I love you.” He said, making you smile, and giving you the last thing that you needed to hear before you began to push. You didn’t know how long you had been contracting the muscles of your hips and abdomen, but you could feel the sweat rushing off your body like a tsunami and the pain scorch your whole body. The action of afflicting yourself with so much hurt didn’t stop until a cry wavered out in the air, and for a moment you thought you had died and were hearing an angel.

Kiara shuffled over, making sure to sanitise the scissors that were left on the table until she looked at JJ who creeped forward, and took them from her. He cut the umbilical chord, and wrapped the infant up in the mass of towels he had been handed, and whilst it was not the neatest, it ensured that the baby was kept warm. He slowly walked over to you, taking a seat beside you as he rocked her gently, she was covered in blood but he didn’t care; she was beautiful. “Do you want to hold our little angel?”

Nodding your head, he rested her on your chest as he pecked your forehead, stroking your arm as you cooed at the infant that you had made together. Her eyes remained shut, but she was the most beautiful baby that you had ever seen, you were definitely biased but that wasn’t a bother, here was your new purpose and the angel that JJ was always going to protect no matter what. “Hi, I’m your mummy.” You spoke, and the other pogues walked around, wanting to catch a glimpse of the new member of their group. It indeed was all okay, as JJ had been trying to tell himself.

[highformaybank]

MAY ‘26

⏎ back to 2026 masterlist

* = [series]

• 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐱 @jayjsbabydoll

• 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐬 @rudyking

• 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞

• 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

^@harringtonsugar

• 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 @thejjarchives

• 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐉 @blues-main

• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 @railingsofsorrow

• 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 @latenitewolves

• 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐈𝐜𝐤𝐲* (discontinued) @obx-saltlife

• 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐝, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞) @drewinlace

• 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐉𝐉 @vampiriito

• 𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤-𝐢𝐧𝐬 @imkindaboredioi

• 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 @littlelamy

• 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐰? @filmjules

• 𝐈 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝? , 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 @baocean

[gaylecleven]

why is JJ on the counter?

he likes to be tall

insp.

[usercranium]

JJ MAYBANK OUTER BANKS 3.09 Welcome to Kitty Hawk

[madxyy]

Reckless Boy

| pairing : jj x childhood bestfriend!reader

| summary : you're tired of waiting for jj to finally come to his senses about you, so you snap, and he finally runs after you.

| warnings: angstttt, touching waist, usage of y/n (like a good chunk, mb), again a lot of angst, jj being a dumbass per usual, reader being jealous, jj groveling on his knees, kissing???, reader has hair, me trying to write the narrative in an obx?? way???, cuss words, not proofread

author's note: okay please mind the writing. i'm dusting myself off because i haven't written in such a long time so please bear with me--again. also here's the song i have on my "angst love story w/ jj maybank" playlist that was playing while i was writing this fic, so enjoy lol. (rec to play it during a certain moment...you will know when ;))

The sky above the teenagers who sought freedom in this suffocating world was pitch black, fumes from the bonfire twirling up into the twinkling sky. Nothing was new. Everyone was either drinking, swaying their bodies, or sitting around the bonfires to talk about god knows what. Honestly, you weren't even paying attention to anything around you. You can barely feel the condensation of the drink in your hand seeping towards your curled fingertips. You were too busy eyeing the blonde, making another stupid decision across the bonfire.

There he was. JJ fucking Maybank. The reckless boy who owned your heart ever since fifth grade—asshole, is all you can think of. How dare he make you fall in love with him?! But it's not your fault your 10-year-old heart did a thump-thump the first time you saw those steel blue eyes lock onto yours after he stole some crayons just for you because some girls were being stingy.

God, you still remember when his finger hovered over his lips, shushing you with the same mischievous grin he wears to this day—though the grin is heavier now. "Don't say anythin'. Promise?" Young JJ's voice whispered to you, eyes flashing with something you have never seen in anyone. A joy for adrenaline. In love with recklessness. Of course, your fifth-grade self was tongue-tied, and for some reason—til this day—you have a feeling that JJ knew you wouldn't say anything. Maybe it was because you were shy, or maybe because he recognized something in you that you hadn't recognized in yourself yet.

With a squeaky voice, you shyly spoke. "Okay, promise." That grin of his immediately widened. Then you grabbed the crayons from his small fingertips, cheeks warming at the feeling of the brief graze of his hands. From then on, JJ Maybank has been a constant in your life ever since.

But god was it such a pain in the ass sometimes. You know JJ is good-looking and smooth-talking, but does he have to torture you at every bonfire you guys go to with some random touron girl in his arms? Even though part of you was jealous, the other half knew JJ. You know he only ever does this whenever something happens with his dad.

It hurts seeing him in pain. He can try to joke all he wants, but you can always see right through him, unbeknownst to you; that's what scares him about you. Usually, pushing people away works, but you still stayed. That's what is fucking him up, even after you saw all his flaws and fuck ups, you are still here.

Dirty blonde hair blows in the breeze as the wind picks up. The beautiful touron leaned into him, laughing in his ear while JJ just grinned. You couldn't keep on looking; this was torture, so you gave yourself a break, looking away as you bit the inside of your cheek. But just as you looked away, those blue eyes looked up and spotted you.

God, you look fucking gorgeous. He's not even trying to be dramatic; he really means it, and he knows he's a dumbass sitting here with a girl who doesn't matter, not really. Not when you're right there. But you scare him too damn much. His eyes trace down to the breeze catching your hair, watching the way you scrunch your face in agitation because he knows how the wind can be a bitch to you. And yeah, it drives you nuts, the wind messing with you. But he fucking loves it. Loves that face. Loves you. And God, that’s the problem. Slowly, his eyes traced down to your fingers wrapping around your solo cup. He wanted to snort or laugh, he knew you weren't drinking anythin' heavy. He teases you about it, but he loves that you keep a clear head, unlike his dumbass, who chooses to do dumb shit while intoxicated. The corners of his chapped lips quirked up, taking a sip out of his own cup, eyeing you over the rim.

The moment came to an end once JJ got hit with a whiff of something sweet—too sweet and not you. He looked over with his lidded gaze, brows raising in surprise. Shit, he forgot Sierra? Or was it Kendall? Whatever, he just forgot she was there. But you know, JJ is always the master of bullshit. "You from here?" He drawled, flashing the touron one of his charming smiles which had the girl blushing. The question made him want to laugh too damn much that he had to bite the inside of his cheek, making that faint dimple flash at her. Anyone can tell she wasn't from here.

You looked back, catching that dimple of his, watching that girl chuckle before explaining where she is from—god, you might just start drinking just watching this.

JJ hums in response to the girl’s words, but he really isn’t listening. He knows it’s a dick move, but he can feel your eyes burning into him — and if anyone’s gaze can make him fall to his ass, it’s yours. Those pretty doe eyes of yours. He loves calling them that, even if he’ll never admit out loud how much they fuck him up.

His eyes flicker between Sierra’s — or Kendall’s? fuck, he still can’t even remember — hating himself for comparing them to yours. They weren’t yours. Not expressive, not wide, not gorgeous. They didn’t hold him like yours do. Jesus Christ, what a sap. But the thing is, the touron’s eyes don’t knock the wind out of him. Yours do. Every damn time. "So, tell me, how did you get into surfing?" Sierra/Kendall flirted, voice dripping with sweet honey. She batted her lashes, hand stroking his arm as she leaned closer, a little too close. JJ was unfazed. He just chuckled dryly, tilting his cup toward her. “Dunno. Fell in the ocean one day, never came back out." That made the touron chuckle, "Mm, you're funny. Maybe you will give me a surf lesson?"

“Yeah, maybe.” JJ flicks his gaze through the fire, pretending to laugh at something Sierra-or-Kendall just said. But the second he catches your eyes through the flames, his grin falters. Just for a second. You look away too quickly, like the sight of him with someone else burned worse than the damn bonfire between you.

He tells himself he’s imagining it. That he’s reading too much into the way your jaw clenched, the way your nails picked at the rim of your cup. He doesn’t even know what the hell the word Pope used was—emotional… intel… something? Whatever. All JJ knows is he’s never been good at reading people. But you? You’re different. With you, he always knows. He knew his girl. He feels it like a punch to his ribs.

And that’s the part that kills him.

Because instead of fixing it, instead of running over there and saying what’s actually in his chest, he stays put. He sits there, while a girl whose name he doesn’t even remember, laughs too loudly at a joke he didn’t mean. He sits there because the truth is, you scare the hell out of him.

You finally look down at the cup that you were cradling in your hands, watching the way the water gently sloshes inside the cup when you tilt it side to side, with a frown on your lips. You were watching it as if it were the most fascinating thing ever, but really, it was just a way to distract yourself from the pain growing in your chest. It hurts too much. He was right there with some girl, and god, you fucking know there is something between you guys. There is no way of denying his touch; the way his fingertips linger on your wrist and shock your body. It was like he was carrying electricity in his limbs and electrocuting you. Then his eyes—oh my god. Blue and storming with so many things he wants to say but can't. Something is holding him back, and you want to shake him, pleading with him, as you wear a tired heart on your sleeve, to just say what he wants to say, but that's not how JJ works, and you should've seen the heartbreak coming a mile away. It's just a sick part of you hoped that he would change by now. Then there are other times when he would throw pebbles at your window like you guys were in some stupid romcom movie, breaking you out of your room because you've been cooped up all day studying, telling you to “quit bein’ a hermit and come live a little.” You hated how easy it was to say yes. How easy it was to let him tug you out into the night like he hadn’t just stomped on your chest hours before with his rashness. And that’s what makes this hurt worse — because you know JJ can be good. You’ve seen it, tasted it, breathed it in.

So why does he keep doing this?

Your throat burned as you stared down at the water in your cup, wishing it were strong enough to drown out the ache spreading through your ribs. Wishing you were strong enough not to care. But every laugh of his, every smile aimed at someone else, cracked another piece off you.

You couldn’t sit there anymore. Not with the flames throwing shadows on his stupid grin and not with her leaning into him like she belonged there. Not when every inch of you knew she didn’t.

You stood up from the log, letting your shoes crunch under the sand as you strode to the edge of a treeline. Immediately, blue eyes snap to your form. The playfulness in them quickly vanished, converting into something softer with a tinge of fear.

Fuck, he fucked up, and he knew it.

With a tilted chin, you held your head high, eyes locked on anywhere but him, because if you let yourself look, you might fold. And you’re so goddamn tired of folding for JJ Maybank.

JJ’s chest tightened as he watched you move, sand crunching under your shoes like a damn metronome ticking down to his worst fear. He barely heard Sierra-or-Kendall chirp beside him anymore, the buzz of her laugh fading into nothing. All he could see was your back disappearing into the shadows by the treeline.

“Y/N!” The name left his throat before he even decided to call it, rough, raw, panicked.

You didn’t turn. Not once.

But of course, the universe wanted to throw you into the arms of the most emotionally intelligent one here—Kiara. Brown eyes caught yours, holding your arms to keep your balance. "Hey, whoa, are you okay?" She asks softly, voice laced with nothing but empathy as she darts her eyes across your face, spotting the heartbreak in a second. "Yeah, I'm fine, Kie. Just…need air," you muttered tightly underneath your breath, trying not to cry. Before Kiara could even reply, your feet continued moving to the trees, needing some air.

Kiara watched you leave with parted lips, brows furrowing. What the hell happened? That question was soon answered once she spotted a panicked JJ jog after you. He shot up, knocking his cup into the sand. Didn’t even bother to mutter an excuse to the girl still waiting for him to play along. His boots dragged furrows as he jogged after you, heat from the fire still on his back, cold salt air slamming into his chest.

Unfortunately, JJ caught Kiara's softened gaze that quickly switched up to protective mama bear in a second. "JJ-" And JJ just flashed Kiara a gaze that told her ‘don’t’. "Not now, Kie," He huffed out, not needing Kiara's scolding right now. He knows he is a dumbass and a screw up. He doesn't need Kiara to tell him that.

Kiara’s arms dropped as she stood there, lips pressed thin, fury sparking in her chest. She wanted to follow, to yank JJ by his stupid shirt and shake him until he got it through his thick skull to stop hurting you. And trust her when she said she was ready to rip him a new one, but the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing keeping him standing—stole the words right out of her. Not now. Not when he finally looked scared to lose something real. But the wild look in his eyes stopped her. For once, the jokes were gone. JJ wasn’t laughing. He was chasing.

Fucking finally.

Branches snapped under his boots as JJ shoved through the trees, heart hammering like he’d just sprinted for his life. Maybe he had. Because if you really meant it this time, if you were done, he wasn’t sure he’d survive it. You can hear him running after you, but this time you weren't going to stop. Let him chase you and see how he likes it.

God, it was horrible.

You were slipping through his fingertips. "Y/n! Wait, I—" he paused, nostrils flaring as he exhaled an exasperated breath. He wasn't annoyed with you, but with himself. He hated himself for putting you through his shit, but he just can't lose you. JJ watched you continue walking away, and he just snapped. When a man is hopeless, he goes through desperate measures, and he doesn't give a fuck anymore if he looks like a sap or a simp, or whatever the fuck. He just knows he can't let you go without saying what he wants to say. "Damn it, stop ignoring me! Let me talk, Y/n/n!" He yelled, voice cracking through the music playing in the background.

"Into Nirvana" by Maverick Sabre.

In a land man made of stone here

That made you freeze. His words cut through the disarray of heartbreak thoughts in your head. Your limbs tense, fingers curling into fists beside your sides.

The song bled into the night, every word digging deeper than you wanted to admit. “I’ve been searching for roses…” And wasn’t that just JJ? Looking for something soft, something real, in all the wrong places.

Your shoulders locked. You didn’t turn, didn’t give him the relief of your eyes, but he saw the way your spine stiffened and knew he’d gotten through.

In a land man made of stone here

“Please,” JJ’s voice cracked raw, lower this time, stripped of bravado. His boots scuffed in the sand as he slowed, like he was scared that if he got too close, you’d vanish. “I know I’m an asshole. I know I keep screwin’ up, but don’t—don’t walk away from me, not you.”

The waves filled the silence between you, crashing like static. For a heartbeat, you almost let yourself keep going. But your fists hurt from how tight you’d clenched them. You spun on your heel, fury and heartbreak boiling together.

Is anyone still a dreamer?

“I’m tired of watching your self-destruct bullshit, JJ!” The dam finally broke. Your voice is raw, broken, and fucking tired. JJ's been punched, hit, hell—even arrested—and nothing hurt more than your words. They felt like actual handcuffs, tying him and finally holding him accountable for all the shit he has done.

All we wanna be is adored.

Can you really see love on the screen now?

A flash of pain crosses his eyes, but JJ, being JJ, had to mask it. He had to be angry. But god—it's not at you! Never at you! He was just so fucking angry at the pain in your eyes right now. And god, how you look so damn gorgeous getting mad at him. It's intoxicating. The way your eyes lit up with emotion was always beautiful—even more now with you screaming at him, brows knitted up—your whole face looked worshipful. "Oh, you're tired?" His chest rose and fell in sharp bursts, that stupid mocking tone slipping off his tongue because it was easier to be an ass than admit he was scared. He was in front of you now, eyes storming, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “Then why do you stay, huh?! If you’re so tired, then fucking leave! Ain’t nobody chaining you here!”

How fucking dare he?! After everything. After staying, patching him up, swallowing the jealousy, holding his broken pieces together when nobody else would. Your chest heaves as you snap, voice cracking but sharp as glass. "You are! I stay because I fucking love you, you idiot! And you're—ugh!" You ran a frustrated hand through your hair, letting out a shaky breath. "This is exactly what I am talking about! Stop pushing me away, J!" You yelled, voice fiery with years of unleashed pain of always hoping for him to keep the door open for you.

Then I go and run away

Yeah, then I go and run away, away

"I can't, alright?!" He barked back, but his voice cracked, betraying the armor he wore like a religion. He dragged his hands through his blonde strands, pacing, as if he didn’t move, he’d combust right there in front of you. “You don’t get it—I don’t know how to. I don’t know how to be what you want. What you deserve.” His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a mile, eyes burning as he finally looked at you. “Every time I try, I screw it up. That’s all I do, Y/N. Screw shit up. And I can’t—” his voice cracked harder this time, softer, “—I can’t do that to you, too.”

He hurt you. You swallowed the pain month after month, stitched yourself up where he ripped you open. But right now? You were starting to crumble for JJ once again — only this time, it wasn’t because you were weak. It was because he deserved it. He was finally bleeding for you. And God, it was about damn time. Those darkened eyes of yours softened once they landed on his weary face, watching the way the moonlight highlights the roughened edges of his face.

He was a fool for those eyes.

“Then don’t.” Your voice was different this time — not sharp, not exhausted, but bare. It disarmed him more than any of your screaming ever could. You stepped forward, eyes locked on his, and he swore the air got punched out of his lungs.

Then I go and run away

Yeah, then I go and run away, away

JJ’s jaw flexed, throat bobbing hard. His hands fell uselessly at his sides, knuckles raw from clutching too tightly. “It’s not that simple,” he rasped, but fuck, looking at you made him want to believe it was. “I know,” you whispered, voice so soft the wind nearly carried it away. JJ’s heart gave that old thump-thump at the sound, the same one he swore he first felt back in fifth grade. Those gentle eyes of yours — warm, open, even when the world was cruel — had him then, and they had him now. He remembered it clear as day: stingy girls clutching their crayons, you shrinking back with that hurt look on your face. And him, stupid little JJ, stealing them just to see your smile again. Coloring soothed you then, just like you soothed him now.

It might've been because of how hurt he looked, how much you knew he needed to be held, but your hands moved. Gentle hands cradle his sun-kissed cheeks delicately, as if he were the one made of glass, not you. He was—he just doesn't wanna admit it.

Then I go and run away

Yeah, then I go and run away, away

Something in both of your chests tightens at the touch. It was warm and electric—something so dangerous because it confirmed everything you guys felt. This wasn't fake; this shit was real. With your own chest slowly rising heavier, you pulled him down closer to your height, almost shyly, scared he’d run if you went too fast.

JJ froze for half a second, like he couldn’t believe you were still touching him after everything he’d just thrown at you. But the heat of your palms on his cheeks melted something he’d been holding locked up for years. His lashes fluttered, a shaky breath spilling past his lips. He leaned into your hands like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for them. "Just let me in, J. Please."

Yes, then I go and run away, away

Yes, then I go and run away

He looked into your eyes, a man finally kneeling to his queen, shedding his armor piece by piece. For once, he wasn’t hiding behind smirks or sharp words. Just JJ, raw and stripped down, staring at the only person who ever made him want to stay. His chest heaved, lips parting like he had something to say, but all that came out was a broken whisper. “I…” He licked his lips, throat tightening like every word was stuck there. His stormy blue eyes darted across your face, drinking you in like he was terrified you’d disappear if he blinked. The curve of your lips, the softness of your eyes, the warmth of your skin under his palms—it was too much. His brows furrowed, almost as if he was physically fighting to hold himself together, but the truth was, he was crumbling.

His teeth caught his bottom lip, a desperate habit, trying to bite back all the things he wanted to say. But then you shifted just slightly into his touch, and it broke him. His calloused hand slid up instinctively to cradle the side of your neck. Your pulse thudded against his thumb, and he swore he could feel it syncing with his own frantic heartbeat.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, voice breaking as he finally gave in. And then his mouth was on yours, fierce and trembling, like he’d been holding his breath for years, and you were the only oxygen he’d ever wanted. A gasp tore from your lips at the sudden crash of his mouth against yours. He swallowed it greedily, like he’d been starving for years and finally got a taste of the only thing that could save him. His lips moved roughly against yours. Chapped lips were unsteady, trembling with every ounce of ache he’d been burying under smirks and sarcasm.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your mouth, the word muffled and desperate. His hands clutched at you like you’d vanish if he let go—fingers threading into your hair, free hand sliding down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You tasted better than any distraction, better than any touron, better than every daydream he’d shoved down. You. Always you.

Jesus, why were your lips so soft? They feel like fucking pillows—this wasn't fair.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, tugging him closer until his chest slammed against yours. You tilted your head, parting your lips just enough to let him in, to show him you weren’t running, and he was right with you. For the first time ever, JJ Maybank isn't running, not tonight. God, he took that invitation like a starved man. The hand that was twisted in your hair slid down to the side of your neck, thumb gently tugging at your chin as he licked the shape of your lips, licking up into your mouth. A broken sound tore from his throat at the taste of you—raw and guttural—and god, it only spurred you on. He tasted like how you always imagined he would: cheap beer and salt from the ocean air clinging to his skin. Messy, reckless, undeniably JJ. But underneath it—underneath the sharp bite of beer and the wildness—there was something sweeter, something that was him, and it made your knees go weak.

“JJ,” you whispered against his mouth, the syllables shaking, half a plea, half a warning. But you didn’t push him away. Instead, your arms wound tighter around his neck, pulling him closer, daring him to feel every ounce of what you’d been holding back. "Shit—don’t say my name like that," he hissed between breathless kisses, fingertips sliding down to your hips, hauling you up against him so you felt every sharp edge of him. But even that wasn’t enough—never enough. His boots dug into the dirt as he pressed you against a tree, bark biting against your back while he swallowed the gasp that tore from your swollen lips.

That sound for real is going to kill him. Jesus, he would do anything just to hear it again.

Your body reacted instinctively, arching into him, nails clawing at his shoulders like you could anchor him there. His kiss was hungry, desperate, but when he pulled back just for air, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath hitched. Blue eyes searched yours, wrecked and soft all at once.

Shit. It was unfair how pretty you looked like this. All kissed up because of him. Oh my god, and that’s when it hit him. You guys kissed. Fucking finally kissed—holy shit. And it was the most reckless, beautiful thing he’d ever done. His chest felt like it might cave in, his lungs couldn’t catch up, but for once, he didn’t care. Your lips were swollen, parted like you were about to say something, but he couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop tracing every detail like he’d wake up and it’d vanish. “You’re killin’ me,” he muttered against your mouth, voice hoarse, thumb brushing over the heat of your cheek.

The world could burn down behind him—the bonfire, the music, the tourons—but none of it mattered. Just you. Just this.

A few beats pass, and that’s when you saw it. Saw the armor slowly coming back up, causing his rings to dig slightly into your hips, scared you're going to vanish. “Imma fuck it up,” he rasped, like the confession was dragged straight out of his ribs.

Your chest rose and fell against his, lips still tingling, breath still stolen. For a second, you swore the world held still with you, waiting for what you’d say, but then your thumb brushed over the stubble on his jaw, soothing what his own words couldn’t.

“Then let me fuck it up with you,” you whispered, steady even as your pulse raced.

His throat bobbed, and for a second, you thought he’d laugh it off, shove it down like always. But instead, JJ dipped his head again, doing the most uncharacteristic thing ever. He kissed you slower this time, with such reverence that your knees almost went weak. Your words broke something wide open in him, something that was deeply buried under years of pain. "God, I love you, pretty girl."

Wait.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he didn't mean to—I mean, he did, but, shit! He immediately pulled back, eyes wide with panic as they started darting between yours, searching for doubt or regret. Well, shit, he can't take it back now. "Shit—I didn’t mean like that—I mean I did, but not like—fuck.”

"I love you too, J."

The words hit him like a punch straight to the chest. JJ blinked, breath stuttering, like he didn’t trust his own ears. You love me? His lips parted, then snapped shut, then parted again like he couldn’t decide if he should grin or cry. Maybe both.

For once, JJ Maybank didn’t have a smartass reply, didn’t need to. His hands trembled where they cradled your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “Say it again,” he whispered, voice breaking, as if you said it twice, it’d be real, like it wouldn’t vanish with the smoke of the bonfire.

Your lips curved into the softest smile, one meant only for him. “I love you, JJ.”

And that was it. That was the knockout. His forehead collapsed against yours as a shaky laugh bubbled out of him, part-disbelieving, part-relieved, part-something he’d never admit out loud. His chest shook with it, a sound cracked right out of his ribs. “Holy shit,” he breathed, kissing you again, slower, steadier this time, like he was finally learning what it meant to stay.

Your lips curved against his, the taste of salt and smoke still lingering, but you couldn’t help it — a little giggle slipped out between kisses. All that fighting, all that heartbreak, and here he was, kissing you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

JJ froze for a beat, pulling back just enough to see your face. The sound knocked the air out of him — light and sweet, cutting right through the chaos like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. His lips twitched, then broke into a grin he couldn’t hide if he tried. “Goddamn, even when I’m spillin’ my guts, you’re laughing at me,” he rasped, but his thumb traced your jaw so tender it gave him away. You shook your head, forehead pressing to his. “Not laughing at you, J. Just… happy. With you.”

And for the first time in a long time, JJ believed it. "Yeah?" And there was that oh-so-familiar teasing tone. He flashed you a dimple, leaning in even further as he adored the shape of your smile. He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you. You nodded, butterflies tickling your ribcage the closer he got. "Yeah."

“Shit, that’s good…‘cause for a sec I thought I was dreamin’.”

You laughed at his ridiculousness, a warm sound that bubbled out of your chest before you could stop it. A sound that he loved.

He blinked at you like you’d just grown a second head. “What?” he asked, brows quirking, lips tugging into a grin anyway.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, still grinning, still pressed close enough to feel his heart racing under your palms. “Just… you. You’re ridiculous.”

JJ chuckled, that low, throaty sound that always gave him away. He bumped his nose against yours, whispering like a secret, “Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous.”

"Mmm, yeah," you hummed contentedly, sound soft from the back of your throat. Slowly, hands reached up to trace the dimples showing, causing the indent to become deeper from your loving touch. "You are." He huffed out another laugh, leaning fully into your touch, dimples pressed deeper under your fingers. “Don’t go forgettin’ that,” he murmured, lips brushing yours again, softer this time.

And you definitely did not forget that tonight, especially with JJ Maybank in your arms.

Finally, he didn’t feel like running. Nah, not this time.

[lolala1414]

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bsf!JJ Maybank x Reader

Father Figure!Daryl Dixon x JJ Maybank

Warnings: Blood, gore, injuries, attempted SA, abusive fathers mentioned, eventual smut

🩷= includes smut

🎶Spotify Playlist🎶

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Prologue: The Outbreak

TWD: The Year Before

Part 1 Seasickness

Part 2 The Road Ahead

Part 3 Jammed

Part 4 Choices

Part 5 The Safehouse

Part 6 Full Kook

BONUS CHAPTER: Bloody Emergency

Part 7 Poguelandia 3.0

Part 8 Carmen 🩷

Part 9 Hangxiety

Part 10 Playing Pretend

Part 11 My Girl

Part 12 Home

Part 13 It Follows

Part 14 The Prison

Part 15 Jumping Right In

Part 16 Infected

Part 17 Isolation

Part 18 Internment

Part 19 Too Far Gone

Part 20 Alone 🩷

Part 21 Morning Recap

Part 22 Loss

Part 23 Claimed

Part 24 Property of JJ Maybank

Part 25 Screwed Up

Part 26 Straight for the Jugular

Part 27 No Sanctuary

Part 28 Hope is a Dangerous Thing

Part 29 Taking Chances

Part 30 Alexandria

A Year In

Part 1 Father Figure

Part 2 That Damn Dress

Part 2 1/2 Claimed (For real this time)🩷

Part 2 1/2 pt2 (?) First Date🩷 (Personal favorite hehe)

Smutty Bonus Chapter Sticky🩷

Part 3 The Proposal 🩷

Part 4 The Wedding

Part 5 The Honeymoon🩷

Part 6 Papa J

Part 7 Someday

Part 8 Four Walls and a Roof

Part 9 Can't Kill a Pogue

Part 10 Full Time Job🩷

Part 11 Maybe This Time

Part 12 Biscuit in the Oven

Part 13 Kinda Inevitable

Part 14 The Wolves

Part 15 Kildaire

Part 16 The Last Few Months Before

Part 17 JJ's Family

Part 18 Pogues 2.0

Part 19 His Girls

Part 20 (Last Part) Right Down the Line

Bonus Chapters (Pls send requests)

8 Year Anniversary 🩷

Carmen x Kildaire (Unfinished)

Part 1 Fishing Lessons (Age 8)

Part 2 Sneaking Out (Age 12)

Part 3 The Party (Age 15)

Part 4 For Survival (Age 18)

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Bonus chapters coming soon! Send requests of things you want to see if you wanna❤️

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• 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐞𝐬 @nepentheansea

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