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White Ferrari

JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

[1k words] A late night smoking session in your car reveals many old secrets.

The tip of your joint was the only thing that brought light to the night.

Outside the cozy car you’d borrowed from your father, rain was falling continuously as though it was trying to flood the island, wash off it all that was wrong and ugly. The windows were soaked and you could barely see the exterior of the Château from where you’d parked in its pressed-dirt driveway.

Usually, you and JJ would sit on the front steps and exchange smokes until the light went off and a pair of smiles was permanently plastered on your faces. Nevertheless, the unpredictable island weather couldn’t stop your midnight escapades. Everyone inside was probably already asleep, so you didn’t care that the music was blasting. It was a soft song anyway, the kind that rattled your bones with nostalgia. And with the rain in the background, you’d probably end up falling asleep in that white car.

A cough, then a laugh. You looked away from the rainwater condensed on the window to find JJ holding the smoke out towards you. The fingers of his other hand danced on your knee.

“Hey, Jay?” you mused, bringing the joint to your mouth. He nodded, adjusting his body so his cheek was pressed to the back of the passenger seat. “Where would you go if you had to spend your entire life in one place?”

The blonde boy genuinely thought about it for a moment. He’d never traveled before, the only trips he’d never made was up and down the island. He had the entire map of it hardwired into his brain. JJ had many places he dreamt on visiting, all housing some type of shore, beach or lake, some near and some very, very far away.

The moment stretched out endlessly, but you didn’t seem to mind. You took a couple drags of the joint as he thought, his eyes on you the entire time. He examined the curve of your lashes and the way only half your cheek was illuminated. He only came up with an answer when you shot him a bright smile, damn-near a grin, and held out the smoke to him.

“Where would you go?” he replied, his fingers brushing with hours.

“That’s not what I asked,” you laughed. You rested one of your hands on the steering wheel, but did not look away from him.

“I know,” JJ said, “but that’s where I’d go.”

You froze. Ever so slightly, your lips parted and you drew in a sharp breath. You couldn’t beat the smile that slowly crept up your face, brightening it. “What does that mean?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but you couldn’t keep the question in your throat.

“It means”—he exhaled the smoke in rings—“if I have to spend the rest of my life in one place, you’ve gotta be there.”

Another pause. He shook his head, laughed, then asked you the exact question.

You’d glanced at his hands, watching the way bracelets you’d made adorned his wrists. He took it as a request for the joint and casually placed it in between your lips, barely brushing them with the pads of his fingertips.

“Yucatán,” you replied. He spoke of that place so much the desire of visiting it had seeped in his skin.

If he’d been smiling then, he was grinning at the sound of your answer. You blew the smoke on his face and both of you exploded in a fit of hushed laughter. The hand on your knee stopped fidgeting, electrifying over bare flesh. You’d held your breath and you were pretty damn sure he was, too.

Slowly, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then twirled the end of it between his fingers. JJ’s eyes did not leave yours, not for a second, and you’d begun to drown in the ocean surrounding his pupil. His Iris was reduced to a thin ring you could barely see due to the low lights. It told you so many things, more than his words ever did. You assumed you looked just as entranced as him.

“I’m gonna clean up my act. I’ll stop drinking and make things right with my dad’s. I’ll even listen in school and shit,” JJ promised. A tuff of blonde hair cast shadows over his face, but you could see that he was unmistakably looking at you. “I’ll get you off this island.”

“Running away together, you mean?” you queried, unable to stop the small smile peaking on your lips. You’d long forgotten about the smoke by then.

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Just me and you.”

You laughed. It was only when you looked back up again that you realized just how close his face had gotten. The hand in your hair brushed your cheek and forgot all about the curl it had been toying with. With your free hand, you reached for the bottom of his shirt and balled it up in your first.

“Hey, JJ?” you whispered. Both of you were breathing heavily and the music was still low and slow.

You didn’t think the blonde boy could get any closer, but he did. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Hand at the nape of your neck, he crashed your lips together. You hadn’t expected his lips to be so soft and the moment he pulled away, you’d both craved more. There came a lingering moment following the long-awaited kiss during which neither of you opened your eyes. You basked in the moment only lit by the tip of the joint he’d rolled in a hurry. The rain was your choir.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he confessed like he was talking to a priest or something. He opened his eyes first and couldn’t look away from you.

A moment, then another. You started laughing first, a series of giggles, and buried your head in his shoulder. It shook as he chuckled, which eventually turned into laughter just as loud yours. His cheek pressed against the top of your head; your hands still clinging onto his shirt.

If you could entrap this moment forever, you would. Who would have known your favourite memory would be in that fucking white Ferrari?

[septemberhazed]

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[tanlace]

cowboy like me

concept: hiding from the idealistic rich folks becomes a sport. blair cameron’s reputation is her gold mine; jj maybank has never been afraid to get his knuckles bloody for anything. what’s a more chaotic pair than a girl who has all she could want but is never satisfied, and a boy whose most prized possessions are the sky and the sea?

a series of one-shots preceding valley of the dolls. does not follow the storyline of the show. all are inspired by various songs off the taylor swift albums evermore and folklore.

august: our story starts with a girl and a boy, their face basked in sunlight as they sipped on daiquiris and, for a moment, it seemed the line between the rich and the poor has faded into stardust (paper can be brutally heavy when it is stained with lipstick).

illicit affairs: in the wake of their newfound feelings, blair and jj are prepared to do anything in order to keep their clandestine meetings under wraps as autumn rolls in.

the last great american dynasty: jj is working a wedding at the country club and has no choice but to watch blair from afar as she bathes in all the riches he could never give her . . . holding the hand of a boy who can.

mirrorball: following the surprise reemergence of her mother at her father’s birthday party, blair stains her dress with red wine and breaks down in the bathroom. jj is there to pick up the pieces, confronted to a side of the lavish girl he had never witnessed before.

‘it’s the damn season: as christmas settles in, blair and jj drive out to the cameron’s lakeside lodge for the weekend to bask in misty quiet the december snow so-generously offers.

invisible string: the window is always left open for the only person who felt the dire need of slithering through it way after midnight. following a fight out by the beachside, blair has her hands full with an injured jj and bloodstains on her carpet that seemed to have flocked in the shape of a bold, red string from the windowsill to the bed.

long story short: a drunken jj reminisces his failed, past relationships and comes to the conclusion that the girl he would like to spend his forever with is the one with the champagne glass, pressing a cold cloth to his forehead.

all too well: after blair abruptly cuts things off with jj on a warm april night, he finds himself struggling to pick up the pieces, finding a piece of her in everything he sees, smells and does. neither of them quite believes that this is the end . . . but the next page is blank.

[septemberhazed]

valley of the dolls, the second act.

Rock bottom had always just been a concept to me; a writing prompt; a novel hook. Until I hit it.

Blair Cameron (Dead or Alive?)