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[sappy-seresin]

left behind (j.m)

A/N: This imagine is based off of the song “All My Friends,” by AJ Mitchell. It doesn’t entirely relate to the song, and didn’t turn out exactly how I thought it would, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless. This is my first “Outer Banks,” related imagine, I’m sure it doesn’t do the show justice, but I thought I’d try because I can’t stop thinking about the show.

The sections in bold are song lyrics and flashbacks are in italics; just to clear any potential confusion.

Requests are open, as always, feel free to request anything Outer Banks related…or any of the other that fandoms I write for! 

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“I’m done, I can’t do this anymore,” JJ broke down rushing around his room to aimlessly throw his belongings into his bag.

“JJ, please calm down,” I beg, reaching out to touch him until John B’s arms wrapped around my waist, halting my movements. I look up at him in frustration, trying to force myself out of his arms. 

“Stop, he needs to do this,” he commands softly, holding me against his chest. Kie, Pope, and Sarah watch the scene in silence, the tension in the room growing thicker as we watch JJ pack his bags. 

“JJ-”

“Don’t Kie, nothing you say is going to keep me from leaving,” he barks, glaring at her. His whole body trembling with anger due to argument that he had with his dad moments earlier. “I’m done.” 

My heart drops at the sight of him; knowing full well that even I won’t be able to convince him to stay. 

An hour later we stand on the dock watching hundreds of people board the ferry. Everyone stands in silence anticipating having to say goodbye, but seemingly afraid of the moment that we’d be forced to do so. 

JJ’s hand slides into mine tightly gripping onto my fingers. I close my eyes, trying to stay calm and support his decision of leaving the island, even though I want to beg him to stay. 

“It’s time,” Pope sighs, breaking the silence as we all share sad glances.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I whisper to JJ, pulling him into my arms. “I’ll talk to my parents, you know that they’ll let you stay with us. Please, just don’t leave me here.”

“I can’t move in with you,” he states, his words slightly muffled by my hair. “I have to go, and I need you to support this decision.”

“Then let me come with you,” I insist, frowning when he pulls himself from my grasp so that he can look at me. “We promised that we’d never leave each other-”

“We were four years old,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I love you but this is something I need to do on my own, okay?” I simply nod in response; not trusting my voice. He pulls me back into his arms one last time, whispering a “thank you” before he moved to say his goodbyes to everyone else. I stand to the side, looking anywhere but at my friends as each of them had their moment with him. 

Kie and Sarah joined me, giving me sympathetic looks before pulling me into side hugs so that we could stand together. I lay my head on Sarah’s shoulder, watching John B pull JJ into his arms one last time.

“Take care of yourself, JJ,” he stated as they pulled away from each other.

“You know I will,” he winked, clearly trying to lighten the mood and take our attention away from the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He takes a moment to salute at us, his eyes meeting mine one last time before he spun around to board the ferry without looking back.

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“Why can’t I just hide in my room,” I huff exasperatedly flopping on my bed backwards tired of hearing my mom ramble about needing to get back to a normal routine.

“Listen to me, it’s been nearly a month. I know how deeply you care for him, but this has got to stop,” she states walking out of my closet empty handed. “You’ve never liked this house, and now it seems that all you want to do is spend your time here. As much as I love having you around, I’m worried.”

“Mom,” I groan, shifting to face her. “You don’t have to worry. I’m perfectly fine.” 

“I’m your mother. As much as you think you can lie to me, you can’t. So don’t start,” she warns, raising her eyebrows as she sat on the bed next to me. I sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat, as the front I attempted to put on slowly vanished. “Love is strong, especially when you’re young. Sadly, when you sign up for love you also sign up for potential heartbreak. The fact that you’re hurting so deeply just shows that it was real.” I listen intently, tears springing into my eyes at her words. 

“But I didn’t sign up for it, mom. He’s my best friend, not my boyfriend,” I huff, as if trying to deny what I already know is true.

“You and I know full well that you don’t have to be dating someone to be in love,” she replies, sending me a gentle smile. “Your relationship with JJ is a prime example of that. You’ve been in love with that boy for years and, from what I’ve seen, he is just as in love with you.”

“I know that you’re mourning what you lost, but you can’t stop living because of this,” she continues, tucking hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek. Her thumb wiping away the single tear escaping my eye. “You have friends that love you; who want to be able to walk through this with you and quite frankly, I’m running out of excuses as to why they can’t come see you.” A quiet laugh falls from my lips between quiet sniffles, still unable to muster up any words. 

“I know you feel alone, because you love him, but your friends are working through letting go of JJ too. You weren’t the only one the boy left behind when he left the island. He was their best friend too,” her fingers tenderly brush through my tangled hair, knowing how that it’s always helped me relax. “With that being said, I think you would start feeling a lot better if you stopped pushing them away, don’t you?” 

“I guess,” I sniffle, not enjoying the fact that she’s right. 

“Great, because I told them to pick you up on the dock in an hour,” she smiles brightly, scrunching up her face as she awaits my response.

“Mom,” I exclaim, shooting up from my bed. “Why would you do that? I haven’t showered in a week! There’s so much that needs to be done!” 

 She laughs from her spot on the bed, watching me haphazardly pull clothes out of my closet. I hurry towards the bathroom with a heap of clothes in my arms, pausing to drop everything on the bed to wrap her in a hug. “Thank you.”

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Crowded but a lonely place

Sittin’ at a table full of double dates

And everywhere I go, I wanna see your face

I take a sip from the solo cup in my cold hands, shuddering due to the breeze that passed by. My attention on John B and Sarah seated across from me, laughing at something Pope had said. The boneyard buzzing with multiple groups of people due to the kegger currently taking place on the beach.

 I zone out from the conversation to study my surroundings. A familiar emptiness settling in as I mindlessly scan the crowd in search of JJ even though I know he isn’t here. Scanning my surroundings in search of him has become a part of my routine; seemingly a side affect of missing him. 

My eyes trail over my friends, each looking exceptionally light, carelessly engrossed in their conversation. Two months ago, I would have been happy at the sight but something is missing. Someone is missing and I’ve caught myself feeling completely alone in moments like this one. JJ’s arm should be carelessly draped over my shoulders but instead there’s an empty spot next to me, and a deep longing that never seems to go away. Our group has been perfectly paired up ever since Sarah and John B got together, Pope and Kiara following soon after, but now I’m always left feeling like a fifth wheel on a double date. 

“Hey,” Kie’s voice cals, pulling my attention back to my friends. The small fire in front of us casts shadows on each of them as I’m met with Kie’s concerned face. “You good?” Her question catches me off guard and forces me to shift uncomfortably in lawn chair under everyone’s gaze. 

“Um, yeah, I’m fine. I guess that it’s kind of hard to enjoy parties anymore,” I shrug, trying to muster up a reassuring smile. “They’re not the same without JJ.” Her concerned expression drops into one of sympathy and I immediately regret saying anything. John B whispers something to Sarah, pressing a soft kiss against her temple, before he moves to take the empty seat next to me. He wordlessly slings his arm over my shoulders and pulls me into him, resting his chin on my head.

“I miss him too,” he whispers looking down at me.

“I should’ve gone with him,” I state, John’s eyes softening at the tears filling my eyes. “When we were young, we promised each other that we wouldn’t leave unless we were together.” A tearful laugh falls from my lips at the memory. “Yet, when it actually came down to it, he didn’t seem to give leaving me behind a second thought. I should have tried harder to-”

“Stop,” John interrupts gently tilting my chin so I would look at him. “I know it hurts, but I love you too much to watch you do this to yourself.” 

His thumbs catch tears that I didn’t even realize were falling. “JJ is stubborn and hard to get through to, you know that. I know there was a part of him that wanted to take you with him but he needed to do himself. We’ve been cleaning up after him for as long as I can remember. I think he realized that he needed to be able to make his own decision without having anyone else to worry about.”

“I want to hate him,” I admit with a heavy sigh. “I feel like I want to be angry with him but I can’t.” John nods in agreement, seeming to understand what I meant. “I just feel so broken, JB. He’s my best friend.” 

“I know,” he sighs, pulling me against his chest again. “We’ll get through it together.”  —————- Pictures, I’m reminded 

Of good times, how we tried it

Don’t know how to get you out of my mind

I don’t have it in me to deny it

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of the guest bedroom at the chateau, I shuffle through the old photo album I’d found. My lips curve into a smile when I come across a couple of more recent photos that were haphazardly stuffed into the back of the tethered book. They were taken on a cheap disposable camera that JJ bought me after he overheard me talking to Kiara about how much I’d been wanting to buy one.

It was a beautiful day so we’d packed the HMS Pogue up with fishing supplies and snacks having opted to spend the day on the water. 

The sun had just started going down, each of us sun kissed and slightly tipsy as we waited for the sunset. I was curled up on the front of the boat with JJ, clad in his t-shirt with a blanket strewn across our laps. My back rested against his front, his chest vibrating with soft laughter as John B clambered back into the boat, soaking wet, after he’d lost his balance while wrestling with Pope. John B let out a string of threats as we all laughed at him, mostly due to the look on his face when he realized he was going down. 

I smiled at the way that JJ hugged me closer to him when our laughter died down. He adjusted me in his lap, his arms still wrapped tightly around my torso as I focused on the sunset ahead of us. I was so focused on the view that I didn’t notice Kie approaching us with my camera in her hands. We’d all taken turns taking photos on it because I was antsy to get them developed to see how they would turn out. 

JJ, also oblivious to Kie’s presence, pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of my head right as the flash of the camera went off causing both of us to jump slightly.

“My eyes,” JJ exclaims, a laugh falling my lips when his hands suddenly moved in front of my eyes as if he was going to protect them from another flash. I heard the camera click again causing JJ to protest. “Kie, I’m going blind here.”

JJ’s hands fell from my eyes; returning to their original spot on my waist. Kie stood in front of us lifting my camera again to taunt him. My head fell back against JJ’s chest, loud loud laughs falling from my lips, as JJ shouted threats at Kie. Pope and John B had since joined in on the fun, egging Kie on. JJ halted his movements, an endearing smile on his face as he looked down at me, watching me laugh.

“Now would be a good time to take a picture, Kie,” John whispered, prompting her to catch the sweet moment.

I shake my head; fingers delicately brushing over the pictures.

“I thought you’d be hiding in here,” John’s voice rang, pulling me out of my trance. I look up at him from my position on the floor. His arms cross against his chest, a lazy smile on his lips, as he leaned against the door frame.

“Yeah, sorry,” I blush, watching him stalk over to where I’m seated.

“I remember that day,” he smiles, taking one of the pictures from my hands. “Times we much simpler then.” I nod in agreement; wordlessly pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I thought he was going to kiss me,” I admit with a small laugh.

“Me too. I’m convinced that he would have if Kie hadn’t ruined the mood,” John replies, moving to flip through the photo album on the floor.

“Actually, the mood wouldn’t have been ruined if you hadn’t encouraged her to take the picture. So I think you’re the one to blame,” I joke, shoving his shoulder.

“That may be true, but at least we captured the moment and you can keep it forever.” He throws his hands up in surrender and gestures to the picture before returning his attention to the photo album.

“He loves you a lot. You know that right?” John asks, breaking the comfortable silence. “God, he always looked at you like that.” John’s voice broke with a lighthearted laugh.

“He did, didn’t he?” I whisper, relishing in the memories of how JJ always looked at me as if I was all that mattered. “I can’t stop thinking about him, John B. I mean, he’s been gone for weeks and hasn’t even bothered to call. Doesn’t he realize that we’re worried about him? I can’t walk into a room without looking for him or go to sleep without having nightmares about him being alone.”

“Hey, it’s JJ we’re talking about. He’ll come around eventually. I miss him like hell, but I know that he needed to go.”John assured pulling the pictures out of my hands so that I would look at him. His hand came up to caress my cheek, just like JJ had done since we were young. “I also know that he’d hate it if he knew how much this is hurting you.” 

“I just wish he’d call. I hate missing him.” 

“I know,” he sighs, pulling me into a loose hug. We stayed like that for a long time, John holding me against his chest as he quietly shared stories about his dad. We only moved when my head began lulling to the side, fighting to keep my eyes open. John wordlessly stood up, sticking his hand out for me to grab. “I’ll tell your mom that you’re staying over again.”

“Thank you,” I yawn, giving him a quick hug before he exited the room. I turn around, pulling on one of the sweatshirts JJ always left out for me to wear. It doesn’t smell like him anymore, but still brings me the same sense of comfort that it always has. 

Spending the night at the chateau is the only way I seem to be able to get a decent nights sleep nowadays. Something about staying in the guest room, that JJ practically claimed as his own, seemed to cure my tendency to lie awake at night worrying about him. I curl under the covers feeling myself relax almost immediately as sleep welcomed me.  ——————–

Cause everybody, everybody knows something I don’t

Where are they? I think to myself, eyebrows furrowing together when I notice that the Twinkie isn’t parked in front of John B’s house. I stalk up the driveway and let myself into the house. 

“Hello,” I call, only to be met with silence. I pull my phone out of my pocket, quickly dialing Kie’s number in confusion.

“Hey you,” She answers, sounding slightly nervous.

“Where are you guys? I thought we were meeting at the chateau,” I respond, ignoring her tone. 

“Pope was supposed to call you,” she sighs, only making my confusion grow.

“What do you mean, why?”

“Well, we all kind of got called into work last minute. The boys are helping Heyward set up for midsummer’s and I have to cover for a waitress that didn’t come in,” she explains, and I hear hushed whispers on the other line. 

“Why do you sound so weird? What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing the weird strain in her voice. 

“Weird? I don’t sound weird. Everything’s fine,” she dismissed. The whispers on her end of the phone only growing louder. I can’t make out what’s being said but I’m certain that John B was among the people whispering. 

“Kie, what is going on? Are the boys th-”

“Hey, I’m sorry I have to go. Sorry for bailing on the plans last minute, but it’s urgent. I’ll meet you at Sarah’s to get ready for tonight,” she quickly rushes before hanging up the phone. 

I slide my phone into my pocket with a frown, deciding to walk to Sarah’s now seeing as everyone else seems to be busy. I kick at loose rocks on the ground; thinking back to my conversation with Kie. They’re definitely hiding something. I furrow my eyebrows, feeling annoyed due to being in the dark about what was going on. 

I can’t seem to settle down,

Cause I’m waiting on you to come around

Midsummers has been going on for nearly an hour, and I’ve been on edge the whole time. This year was the first year that all of the Pogues, excluding JJ, are attending the party. Pope being here to help Heyward prepare food while John B is Sarah’s plus one. 

I’ve been eyeing my friends closely all night, noticing multiple moments of hushed whispers whenever I came back around. I’ve only grown more and more frustrated at their lack of explanation as to why they are acting so suspicious. 

“Okay, I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I’m over it. If someone doesn’t give me answers right now, I’m leaving,” I huff, walking over to my friend group, huddled by the food tables away from everyone else. They turn around in surprise, my tone clearly catching them off guard. I cross my arms, patiently waiting for someone to speak while they share a glance. Everyone’s eyes landing on John B. Whose eyes were trained on something behind me, a slight smile adorning his face.

“Leaving so soon? But the party just got here,” a familiar voice states behind me causing goosebumps to rise on my skin; my breath catching in my throat. My heart pounds against my rib cage as I turn around in shock, a loud gasp leaving my lips at the sight of the blonde boy standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets. 

“JJ,” I choke out, hands shooting to my mouth in disbelief. His figure blurs with the tears filling my eyes. I wordlessly watch him step closer to me, seemingly frozen in place at the sight in front of me.

“It’s me,” he whispers. “I’m right here.” All of my emotions hit me the moment his hands tenderly cup my face, thumbs brushing away the shocked tears. I throw my arms around him, trying not to make too much of a scene as quiet sobs fall from my shaking frame. A wave of peace rolls over my body at the realization that JJ is okay and is safely tucked in my arms.

The rest of the Pogues come around us, wrapping us in the middle of an emotional group hug. When the hug breaks, I cling to JJ for a few more seconds, not entirely convinced that he’s actually in front of me. His lips press a gentle kiss on my forehead, quietly assuring me that he was there. 

“Don’t leave me again,” I demand, pulling myself away from his grip. “My heart can’t handle it.”

“I promise, I’m here for good,” he laughs, pulling me into one more hug before we return to reality. We spend the rest of the party catching up and enjoying each others company. For the first time in weeks, things feel okay. 

———————

And everybody lookin’ like a honeymoon

But all that I have been looking for is me and you

Glancing around John B’s living room, a content smile forms on my face. I take a mental snapshot of the moment; relishing in how good it feels to be together again. Our bodies clad in pajamas all squished together on the small pullout couch. We shared stories for hours, everyone falling asleep one by one until me and JJ were the only two left awake.

“Do you want to go to the guest room? As much as I love these guys, I don’t really want to wake up groping any of them,” he whispered, pausing when Pope stirred in his sleep. I smile, pressing my finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet as I slowly crawl out of bed, trying not to wake any of them up. JJ follows soon after, successfully making it off of the mattress without disturbing anyone. He nods toward the hallway, lacing his fingers with mine before pulling me towards the room. 

We wordlessly crawl under the covers and settle into a comfortable silence, noticing the sun beginning to peak through the blinds. JJ wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest with a content sigh. 

“I’ve missed this,” I murmur, breaking the peaceful silence. JJ hums in agreement, pressing a chaste kiss on my forehead mumbling a soft, “me too,” against my skin. My heart swells at the feeling, a sudden wave of confidence spreading through my body forcing me to sit up in the bed abruptly, pulling myself out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong,” he asks, mirroring my movements as he shifts to face me. I instinctively grab his hand; fingers tracing the lines on his palms to keep myself from looking at him.

“I need to tell you something,” I state after a few moments of silence, hesitantly tearing my gaze away from our hands. I’m met with a concerned expression, his hand moving to push my hair out of my face.

“What is it?” I sigh at his question, nerves beginning to settle in as I stare at him. You have to tell him, I think to myself, there’s really no going back at this point. 

“JJ I-” I pause, pressing my lips together in a thin line. The fear of telling him how I feel eating away at me, while he patiently waits for me to continue. 

“You can tell me,” he smiles, a slight glimmer in his eyes.

“The last three months have been absolute hell,” I admit, watching his supportive expression drop at my words. “I was forced to watch everyone else continue on with their lives while I was just stuck.”

He opens his mouth to say something but I shake my head, silently beginning him to let me continue. “You’ve been this constant thought on my mind. It’s kind of funny actually, it seems that you constantly demanded my attention even when you weren’t here,” I laugh lightheartedly, wiping away the tears that escaped my eyes. 

“Anyway, your being gone gave me a lot of time to think and I’ve realized that I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel a certain way about you,” JJ’s eyes urge for me to continue as his hand gently squeezes my own. “JJ, I’m in love with you.” 

My words echo in my ears, heart beating rapidly in my chest, as I stare at my best friend. “I can’t keep pretending that I’m content with just being your best friend. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I have to be honest with you. All I could think about was-”

“Stop talking,” he interrupts, hands gripping my shoulders as a serious expression crosses over his face, making my heart drop. Our friendship is over. I just got him back and I’m going to lose him again. “You’re insane if you think I don’t feel the same way about you.” He moves his hands to cup my face, his eyes flickering down to my lips. “Leaving made me realize that the only time I feel safe is when I’m with you.” He hesitated for a moment before closing the gap between us with a kiss. His lips pressing against mine urgently as he pulled me into his lap. 

“God, you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he sighs, after breaking the kiss. Our chests heaving slightly due to the previous lack of air. 

“Don’t leave me again,” I state, shoving him backwards onto the bed, watching him laugh in surprise. He flips us over, pinning me to the bed as his lips met mine again.

“I’m here for good,” he murmurs, pulling me into his arms after collapsing next to me. The beating of his heart lulled me into a peaceful sleep, resting on his promise to stay. 

[mayibeyoursbanks]

For @ijustreallylovethem ‘s concept

Also I think I just wrote my first full imagine?

“Pregnant, not crippled”

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“Come on babe we’re gonna be late. You know I hate to keep Kie waiting.”

“Excuse me? Who’s the other half of this duo here?”

“Mmm. Probably still Kie.” You could hear your boyfriend of two years grumble about being replaced by your best girl friend, and chuckled to yourself. You and the rest of the Pogues were meant to be out on the marsh all day today, but JJ seemed to have his own plans. Waiting in the front doorway, you could hear JJ zipping up a backpack from your shared room, wondering what could possibly be taking him so long to pack for your boating day. Soon JJ joined you in the doorway and stood across from you.

JJ reaches for your face and connected your lips. “Can’t forget the sunscreen. Or the sunglasses. Or the extra water. Or the Advil,” he muttered in between kisses. You rolled your eyes and smiled at his overpreparedness. Almost as quick as he arrived he disappeared and started running toward the dock. Although he kept a slow jog because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up with him like normal. Eventually you caught up to him and he slung his arm around your shoulders.

Once you got to the end of the dock, you were greeted by the yells of John B, Sarah, Kie, and Pope. The boys did their ritual handshake and Kie and Sarah immediately wrapped you in big hugs, quickly moving down to coo over your now bulging stomach.

“I don’t know about you Y/N, but I think this baby is definitely gonna make one kick ass surfer chic,” said Sarah.

“Chic? Who said it’s not a little dude in there?” Proclaimed JJ from the other side of the boat.

“It better be a girl. I don’t think the world could handle another JJ Maybanks.”

You shot back heading over to sit with your boyfriend, him smiling to himself at your use of his last name regarding your kid. John B lurched the HMS Pogue out to the open water of the marsh, and JJ wrapped an arm around your waist with his hand resting protectively on your belly; your fingers began to idly play with the engagement ring on his finger as you conversed with your friends about the surfing conditions that were supposed to come up in the next few days.

A few hours had passed and as the sun gently beat down on you, sweat began to form on your legs and shoulders. John B and Pope had begun a silly argument over fishing strategies, and had even started slightly wrestling. JJ laughed and egged them on, but he never left your side.

“Let’s go for a swim Kie, it’s a bajillion degrees out.”

“You read my mind babes.” Both of you and Sarah began to pull off your clothes, and you grabbed their hands as you climbed up on the rail of the boat, preparing to jump into the invitingly cool water three feet below. You sucked in a brea-

“Y/N, angel, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Um, going for a swim? I’m cooking like bacon right now.”

“Y/N! You gotta use the ladder. You can’t jump into the water like that in your condition!”

“JJ, this is less than a three foot jump, and I’m five months pregnant, not crippled.”

“You might as well be! You could barely even bend down to put your shoes on this morning.”

Sarah piped in: “Hey JJ, not that we don’t love seeing this new protective side of you more often, but cool it. Literally. Go for a swim with us. Jump in. With your girl.” And with that Sarah and Kie dove in, not being able to stand the heat anymore. You smiled at JJ, knowing he was only looking out for you and your baby; the thought made your heart swell. Nevertheless, you reached both your arms out for him, still standing on the raised edge of the boat. You watched with glee as JJ rolled his eyes with a laugh and set down his beer and took his shirt off to join you. Your boyfriend stepped up with you, and to your surprise picked you up bridal style.

“Ready lil mama?”

“I’ve been ready slow poke. One two -“ JJ hurled the two of you into the water before you could finished counting, and you rejoiced in the relief from the summer heat. When you came up for air, you moved to straddle your fiancé, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You heard two huge splashes behind you, and realized John B and Pope had wrestled eachother into the water, and Kie and Sarah had started cheering them on.

You looked back at JJ, and realizing you had eachother to yourselves, he gave you a mischievous wink and moved you both behind the boat out of sight. With his back against the boat and your legs still around his waist, JJ’s eyes flicked between yours and your lips.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad JJ. Although this baby may never see the light of day with you protecting him the way you do, he’s definitely in no kind of danger.” JJ’s smile got bigger.

“He?” You paused, realizing what you just said. You meant for the gender to be a surprise, and were actually planning on telling JJ tomorrow, and then the Pogues immediately after.

“Oh yeah, oops. I was going to do a cute little reveal for you, but the world’s gonna have to buckle their seatbelts cuz in just a few months, there’ll be a mini you running around causing trouble.” You think you noticed JJ’s eyes tearing up, but decided not to say anything. He stared down at your submerged belly, this time with a little more wonder than usual. You picked up his chin and forced his eyes to meet yours.

“Hey. You’re going to be amazing ok? I love you.” JJ slowly nodded.

“And I love you more. You’ll be an even more amazing mom. I mean, you already take care of me, so you’ve had plenty of practice.” You giggled and shook your head, and pulled JJ in for a kiss. He did so with no hesitation, and pretty soon you were the one against the boat, and the two of you were getting lost in each other. That is, until you felt water being poured on your heads from above.

“Hey, you two! Get a room, you already have one baby on the way, we don’t need another one cooking in there!” JJ nuzzled his face in your neck and loudly groaned, reaching his arm up to flip John B and the other Pogues off. You looked up, and shouted to your friends, “not how that works!”

Once you and JJ got back on the boat (with help from Pope and the ladder of course) you laid out in the sun with Kie and Sarah as the boys pulled their fishing supplies out. You looked up at JJ, only to find him already staring right at you. He winked, and you thought to yourself: it won’t take long for Baby #2 to make an appearance. ———————————————————————

Plz send in more requests cuz I feel like I’m finally getting good at actually writing these things🥺

Tagging: @5sos-seavey @katie-avery @maybe-maybanks @drew-starkey @0totally-tubular0 to get this started

Looking for some new friends too!

[romancedawg]

requested by anonymous: jj maybank ↠ favourite outfits 

[jennfercheck]

cheers i’ll drink to that!

[arakuki]

so no one was gonna tell me about this?

[o-b-x]

Hero (JJ x Reader)

Request: can we get a blurb where JJ has to do cpr with reader? she decides to do deep diving and she goes down too far she get’s caught on some rope and JJ realizes she’s in trouble? (Anon)

Warnings: drowning, swearing!

WC: 631 (is this short enough to call a blurb? idk y’all i get carried away)

(not my gif!)

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“Something’s wrong,” JJ told the rest of the Pogues as they stared over the side of the HMS.

The group was desperate to find out what the boat under the surface held, and since you were the only one with diving experience, you volunteered to be the one to search it. But the tank on your back was nearly empty, and you had been under for too long.

“Just give her a minute,” Kie said, nervously running her teeth over her nails.

“Nah, fuck that,” JJ said, pulling his shirt off of his body. “She’s done this a hundred times before, she should be back by now. Something’s wrong.”

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[buckingpeterparker]

They really had us fooled in this scene JJ came right out and told us his dad hit him but we didn't believe it becasue of the way he smirks right after we were not prepared for the first scene with his dad

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Trapped

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: underaged drinking, physical fighting, slight angst, pining

Word Count: 2k

A/N: there could be a possible part two to this. let me know if y’all want it!

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The sunshine pouring in through your window was what woke you, along with JJ stirring next to you. He readjusted for a moment, then closed his eyes again, chasing whatever dream he was having. You turned your head to see him, his hair all messed up, his mouth slightly agape. There were brusies littering his body and face, some leftover from a few days ago from his old man, and newer ones left by Rafe. He never looked more peaceful than when he was sleeping. You took your time to take in all his features, even though you see the boy every day. The cuts and bruises left on his cheeks were enough to make you tear up, and make the events from the night before come calling back, along with a pounding headache.

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It was just another Boneyard Party, nothing special about it. John B and Pope were joking about something, laughing up a storm, you and Kie were sitting on a log, talking and gossiping with some other southside girls, and JJ was flirting and drinking with some touron he hoped he would bag for the night. Nothing was out of place. Everything was as it should be, until the Kooks showed up.

This happened almost every Boneyard party, even though the Pogues warn the Kooks everytime to not come back. The rules just don’t apply to them.

Rafe and his minions made their way to the keg, just as JJ was going to get a refill. JJ watched Rafe fill his cup, as if he was stalking his prey. Rafe knew he was unwanted there, but stood his ground anyway.

“I promise a picture will last longer, Pogue.”

“What are you doing here,” JJ asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Relax, we’re just here to have some fun, same as the rest of you.” Rafe’s tone was condescending, but JJ knew there was some truth to it. JJ decided that tonight wasn’t the night to start anything. Nothing was on the table yet. He still kept his feet planted, not wanted to let Rafe out of his sight.

Rafe’s gaze shifted from his cup to the crowd, searching for potential hook ups. The roaring fire on the other side of the party caught his attention, and with that, so did you.

“And I think I just found my fun for the night.” Rafe pointed you out to his boys, causing them to hoop and holler for a moment. JJ saw who Rafe was pointing to, and was caught off guard when he saw it was you.

Not that anyone knew, but JJ had been crushing on you for a while. It was the way you smiled at the stupid shit he did, they way you told him off when it got out of hand. He loves how resistant and resilient you were, how you could let no one get in your way. He was in love with you. But he could never let you know. The fear of rejection swallowed him up til he couldn’t breathe, so he wasted his time on tourists, people he would never have to see again if things went badly. People that weren’t you.

“Hey, she’s off limits bro,” JJ said, his eyes cold and steady on Rafe.

“Well I don’t see anyone else on her, do you?” Rafe made his way over to JJ, swinging his arm over his shoulders. JJ tried to wiggle out of Rafe’s grip, but found no point. Rafe pointed to you again.

“Just look at her man, she’s just waiting for someone to pick her up.”

“Stop, Rafe.” JJ was trying so hard to keep his cool, but without you around to keep him calm, it was growing near impossible.

“Ohh I bet she would just love to go home with one of us huh? Just imagine the body under those clothes, boys.” JJ ripped himself out of Rafe’s grip, and lunged at him. JJ tackled Rafe to the ground, straddling him and beating his face. The commotion and the gasps of on-lookers caught yours and Kiara’s attention. If there was a fight, you knew JJ was involved. When you ran up to the scene, you weren’t surprised to see the blond you know and love.

JJ was still on top, but his energy was fading fast. Rafe took the opportunity to flip them over, now leaving JJ at his mercy. The punches being thrown were animalistic. Blood was splattered over both of their faces, and there was no sign of either of them slowing down. Screams and hollors from the crowd overpowered you and Kie’s cries for them to stop, but out of the corner of his eye, JJ spotted you. The look on your face, the terrified, desperate look, was enough to hit JJ with another round of adrenaline. He grabbed Rafe, tore his body off of his, and slammed him onto the sand. Nothing could have stopped JJ from beating the shit out of Rafe. Not even your screams. How could Rafe say those things? How could he say those things about you? The girl JJ would do anything for. The girl JJ wishes was his.

It wasn’t till John B and Pope pulled JJ off that the fighting ceased. When they tore him off, you could finally see the damage done to both boys. JJ looked terrible, and Rafe as well. Even though the boys were yelling at JJ to stop, that it wasn’t worth it, he wasn’t done. He stomped back to Rafe, still lying in the sand. He bend down to get in his face.

“Never talk that way about her again, you hear me? Don’t even look at her. You know what? Don’t even think about her.” JJ was face to face once more with Rafe. He grabbed onto a ball of his shirt, lifting Rafe slightly off the ground.

“Stay the fuck off The Cut.”

As a parting gift, JJ spat in Rafe’s face. It startled JJ a little bit when it came out red, but he kept his composure. He let go of Rafe’s shirt, knocking the wind out of him. JJ strutted back to the group, proud of his handywork. The gazes of bystanders only fueled him more.

“Let’s go,” he spoke lowly to the rest of you. You all hopped in the van and drove back to The Chateau. The ride was silent, save for a few groans and sniffles.

When you got back, you helped JJ clean up. You finally got a good look at the damage done to his beautiful face, and it tore you up inside. You hated seeing him hurt. It made you feel like you couldn’t protect him.

“Hey, JJ?” you spoke softly, as if not to hurt the boy anymore. You felt like you were doing enough damage with the rubbing alcohol.

“Hmm?” His eyes were closed. He just wanted to focus on something other than the pain.

“What was the fight about?”

JJ’s eyes shot open. The sudden move caught your attention, and made you chuckle a bit.

“What?” you giggled out. He cleared his throat, trying to play it off.

“Doesn’t matter.” You looked at him like he was crazy, which he was.

“It doesn’t matter? Well why get in a fight about it if it doesn’t matter, then?” JJ looked down, ashamed to meet your gaze. He hopped off the counter, and shuffled out of the small room.

“It doesn’t matter,” he mumbled one more time before he left for his spare room. You were left in the bathroom, dumbfounded by his stubbornness. You cleaned up, got a water bottle from the fridge, and headed outside to meet the rest of your friends. John B was the first to notice you.

“What’s up with him?” He queried.

“He wouldn’t tell me,” you said as you sat down.

“I’ve seen JJ get in some gnarly fights, but I’ve never seen that before,” Pope said. You all nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, nothing like that before.” Kie offered you a comforting smile.

You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The blood and sand all over him, the bruises littering his frame. It made you shiver.

After a while of sitting around the fire, not much spoken, you all decided that it was time to go in. Pope put out the fire, and you watched the smoke flare up. There was always something so satisfying about it, and you would take anything to give you a little peace right about now.

You were getting ready to go home, but this feeling kept nagging you. You couldn’t leave without checking on JJ. As quietly as you could, you opened the door to his room, and cringed when the door squeaked.

“Y/N?” JJ asked as he turned his head toward the sound.

“Yeah, It’s me, I just came to check on you, but I’ll go,” you rushed out the last part, not wanting to give yourself the chance to embarrass yourself.

“No, it’s okay,” JJ reassured. You relaxed at his words.

“Oh, okay,” you quietly said, you stood in the doorway awkwardly for a moment before JJ spoke up.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay with me?”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“Um, y-yeah, sure,” you stuttered. You gave him a smile as you sat down on his bed, your legs still hanging over the side.

“No, I mean, like, for the night, Y/N.” He chuckled at your sudden shyness.

“Oh, yeah.” Your voice was a little shaky. JJ lifted the covers for you, welcoming you into the bed. Once you got settled in, your felt your nerves fading away. You laid on your side, facing him.

JJ felt like home. His presence made all your worries vanish, leaving you with nothing but a soft fondness. He made you feel as if you were laying on a cloud, with nothing but ocean below. Nothing but the waves to catch you if you fell. Nothing but home.

He moved from laying on his back to his side, and put his hand out in front of him, like he was waiting for something to be put in it. You looked at him questioningly.

“C’mon,” he whispered. You got the hint, and placed your hand in his. He looked deeply in your eyes, and you thought, this is it. This is the moment it all changes. This is the moment he finally tells me. He loves me.

“Look... I’m sorry for acting like a jackass earlier. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that. Especially when you were trying to take care of me. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t meet your eyes. But what JJ said in the bathroom was the truth. The fight didn’t matter. JJ’s feelings towards you didn’t matter. There was no way someone as beautiful as you, someone as kind as you, could ever love him. He knew not to believe the fantasies in his head could come true one day. Like the ones where you two growing up together, leaving the Outer Banks, starting a family. He couldn’t let himself fall into those traps. He was smarter than that.

You brought your hand up to stroke his cheek, being extra careful.

“Hey, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have pressed. I’m sorry.” At the reassurance, JJ looked up at you. You gave him a smile, a smile that said, “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere”.

JJ was too smart to fall for this trap. He offered a smile back, before tugging his hand away. He flipped over, now laying on his other side, leaving you hurt and confused. You thought this was going somewhere, wasn’t it? You weren’t making it up, right? You couldn’t believe you let yourself fall for it. Fall for his meaningless flirts, his empty words.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, JJ.”

All you wanted to do was grab his shoulders, flip him over, and kiss him. But you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t. Keeping everything bottled up seemed like the best option, it was the only option. You couldn’t destroy what little thing you had with him. It would kill you, so you would let this little crush eat you alive. It was obvious that JJ didn’t like you back, so why even bother with the unnecessary feelings. They just got in the way. They trapped you from having fun, and getting with anyone else. You would just have to accept it. Not everyone can have their fairytale ending.

[thatshiscigar]

just found rudy pankows sex playlist what do i do

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https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2AlLAYrGCTtjENOtEjxLuL?si=amdtiSC6SOq_P0HJYIYFJQ be responsible 😳

[cowboymaybank]

Severely underrated JJ moment:

“Mama L, good to see you”

*Tries to pinch a snack*

“Hey! No, JJ!”

*slaps hand*

“Mhmm”

ALSO JJ WORKING AT THE HOTEL AND KNOWING EVERYONE IN THE KITCHEN ? SOMEONE WRITE SOMETHING FOR THAT PLZ

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If someone writes this, PLEASE tag me

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Please tag me too because I’D FUCKIN LOVE THAT

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JJ Maybank x Reader

Requested by Anon: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a JJ imagine where the reader has never been in a relationship before or has even had her first kiss yet. And one night when she's drunk she breaks down and confesses to jj that she just never felt enough (not pretty enough, funny enough, you name it she doesn't feel it) she always thought everyone could do better than her. If you don't feel comfortable writing this I completely understand!

Warnings: underaged drinking, feelings of anxiety, slight angst

Word Count: 1.3k

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There are multiple stages of “Y/N’s drunk”, as your friends call it, and the first stage is “the flirting, dancing drunk.” And it was holding up to its name.

You were out in the crowd, dancing with Kie and JJ, having some well deserved fun. Your cup was getting noticeably empty, so you made your way over to the keg, where John B and Pope were hanging.

“There she is!” John B called.

“We were wondering when you’d be back,” he finished as you walked up to them.

“Just pour me another one.” Your words were far passed slurred. Pope looked at John B, silently asking if it was okay to fuel you up. John B gave the green light , and Pope filled your tank. You thanked them and turned back to the crowd. You found Kie and JJ again after not too long, and continued to dance.

You felt the energy of everyone around you. It was insane. You started to feel every bead of sweat as it fell down your body. The feeling of feeling everything was far too overwhelming. It panicked you. Your head felt heavy, and you stared to get dizzy. JJ, being a couple drinks in, barely even tipsy, noticed your state. He grabbed your shoulders, trying to stable you.

“You okay?” He screamed in your ear, making sure you heard him. You shook your head no, and he lead you away from the loud mass of people. Kie noticed, and followed.

“What’s up?” She asked as you sat down on a log.

“She doesn’t feel well,” JJ answered quietly, worried for you. You were bent over, holding your head in your hands. JJ sat down next to your and started to stroke your back, soothing you.

“I’m gonna take her back to John B’s, clean her up, y’know,” JJ said to Kie, eyes not leaving you. He wasn’t gonna let you out of his sight til you were okay.

“Yeah, I’ll go tell JB and Pope.” She ran off to go tell the boys, leaving you and JJ.

“Let’s get you outta here, pretty girl.” He guided you up, slinged your arms over his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

The world still felt like it was spinning, though slightly less than just a few minutes before. Before you knew it, JJ was opening your passenger door, and guiding you into the seat. He started digging in your pockets to find your keys.

“Relax, slick, they’re right here, at least take me to dinner first,” you slurred, pulling them out. JJ snickered as he grabbed the keys and closed your door. You felt way better. Your second wind was hitting and it made you want to get out of the car and run back to the keg. The confidence the alcohol gave you was addicting. Before you could act on your impulses, JJ was pulling out and driving away, making you leave the only thing that made you feel like you could do anything. JJ noticed your pouting as he pulled into the Chateau. You were into the next stage of “Y/N’s drunk”, the sad, crying stage. He knew what was coming, but he wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with it.

You stumbled into the shack, JJ helping as much as he could. He set you down on the couch, and went to the kitchen to fill you a glass of water.

“How ya feelin,” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m okay,” you said lowly, head hanging low. You didn’t want to let JJ see you like this. You didn’t want to let the boy you love see you like this. You felt pathetic. You had loved JJ for as long as you had been a part of the group. His goofy smile and reckless antics were enough to make you fall, but you were sure JJ wasn’t interested in you. All the girls he hooked up with proved it. They were beautiful, and you felt there was no way you could compare to them. You never felt pretty enough, smart enough, experienced enough, or funny enough to have JJ. You haven’t even had your first kiss yet, but here you were falling for a boy who has done it all. You felt like such a child.

JJ sensed your sadness, something he had become very good at. He knew all of your little cues to tell your emotions. He knew everything about you. He knew how you ran your hand through your hair when you were stressed. He knew how you playing with the ends of your hair when you were anxious. And he knew how you bit the inside of your cheek with you were about to cry.

He sat down next to you, pulling you into his side. You rested your cheek on his shoulder, letting the tears drop.

“What’s up, pretty girl?” He asked, not wanting you to keep everything bottled up. You rolled your eyes before you stood up.

“Don’t call me that,” you muttered, your back to him as you walked to the kitchen.

“What?” JJ was dumbfounded at your actions.

“I said don’t call me that, okay?” You said louder, slamming your hands on the counter. You didn’t dare look up at him. He couldn’t see your tears. JJ stood up from the couch slowly and stood in his place.

“Y/N, I call you that all the time, I don’t understand-“

“You don’t mean it!” You looked up at JJ, letting him see the damage he’s done. Your eyes were red, your face was puffy. His face softened when he saw you. He felt guilty, but he wasn’t sure for what.

“You know, you run around sleeping with every girl on this damn island, but you don’t even look at me! I’m right here JJ, and I love you!”

You were surprised at your own words. You didn’t mean to let it slip, it just did, and you couldn’t stop yourself.

JJ didn’t know what to do. The girl he’s loved for forever just confessed her love for him. He’d been waiting for this moment forever.

“Please, say something,” you pleaded. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t want to see his face as he rejected you.

JJ snapped out of it when he heard you. You sounded sad, and it broke JJ’s heart. JJ was never good in sad situations. He never knew what to say. His body took control of his mind as he walked up to you. You slowly looked up to him, and met his eyes. JJ was staring at your lips, thinking about his next move. He slowly moved towards you, and when you moved towards him, he knew it was okay.

He smashed his lips onto yours, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your arms found their home around his neck. Your lips were made for each other. You were made for him, and he was made for you. You belonged together.

You broke apart for air, and here came the next stage of “Y/N’s drunk”, the giddy, laughing stage. You giggled as you broke apart, resting your forehead on his.

“That was your first kiss, wasn’t it?” JJ knew the answer, but he wanted you to admit it. You bit your lip to stifle another laugh, and you nodded yes.

“Good, glad it was me,” JJ breathed out. He immediately connected your lips again. He couldn’t get enough of you. You were far more than enough for him. You were perfect to him. Everything you were was perfect, and from that moment on, he would make sure you knew it. He wouldn’t let a day go by without reminding you of how much he loved you. He didn’t deserve you, and he knew it, but he was thankful you decided he was enough for you.

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How many fictional boyfriends do you have?

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Swings - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hello babes! I adore your writing so much and I was wondering if you could do a JJ imagine with prompts #26 and #31? And make it really fluffy too? ;)) @sweetingly

A/N: Just some fluff…I’m a fan of the fluff honestly. 

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“Okay you could never eat Doritos again or every time you ate a Dorito it would have a little bit of person dust on it?” You asked, knees bent over one of the uneven bars at the playground as you hung upside down. JJ was sitting on top of the other one, knuckles white and arms extended as he kept his balance. You didn’t have the best view of it but you could imagine the definition in his arms as he sat there, muscles tense to prevent him from losing his grip.  

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I’m so late to even see this, but I really loved this one so much! Thank you for writing it...I’ll be sure to send in more requests if I have any. ❤️❤️

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All That - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Would you write #10 on the 50 types of kisses prompt list with jj? You are killing the obx writing!

A/N: No warnings for this. Just fluff, Pope is an ace friend. 

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“Okay, but I wouldn’t even freak out if I was you I mean, this is JJ we’re talking about. He kisses everybody.” Pope said, stretching out across your bed.  

You were the first to say that you were close with all your friends and that was entirely true but there was no denying that you were closest to Pope. So it had been him that you’d texted a 911 to when you got home from surfing with JJ. 

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No Scrubs - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hi! I love love love your writing!! I was wondering if I could get something based on “No Scrubs” by TLC about OBX where Topper is trying to get with the reader but she doesn’t want him because JJ really loves her? This is totally out there and I understand if you don’t want to!

A/N: Hopefully I did this request justice cause I was really excited about it. There isn’t a whole lot of JJ in this, just an appearance at the end honestly. Also reader’s texts are bold and JJ’s texts are italicized. 

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“I’m not really interested in being your Sarah Cameron rebound Top.” You passed the equipment in the country club’s gym facility, headed for the locker room as Topper followed you. He’d practically fallen off the pull-up bar to talk to you, “also, I’d love it if you didn’t stalk me to the lockers.”

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WTF - JJ (Outer Banks

Request: Hey, could you do another jj one, maybe where he likes the reader, but he thinks she likes John B and gets all jealous or something???

A/N: I kept thinking of @lifesabe-ch‘s fic The Four Times He Heard You and the One Time He Didn’t  which is an awesome fic by the way. So basically I took some inspiration from that while I was writing this one. 

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“How cute is the hat though?” You teased, adjusting the baseball cap on your head. The insignia on the front advertised a local diner that sat near the dock, welcoming people from the mainland onto the island. The unzipped hoodie you had on bore the same symbol, representative of your new summer job, delivery girl for the diner.  

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Sneaking Around - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hello!! I love your JJ imagines! I was wondering if you could write one where they are secretly a thing behind everyone’s back and share quick kisses all the time and secret hand holds under the table, and then one night at a party or something everyone sees them alone looking soOoOo in love 🤪

Request: can you write 22 and 50 from the kiss list with jj? love your fics! xx

A/N: Was writing this while watching The Politician and got the lovely surprise of seeing Rudy for 2.5 seconds as an extra in episode 5. 

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JJ leaned down, hands on the table between you and Pope, as he sat, kissing Pope on the cheek swiftly before kissing your cheek as well. Once he was situated you dropped your elbows from the table, your right hand finding his left. He glanced over at you, schooled expression in place, and then turned back to John B as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. His fingers laced with yours, holding your hand in his lap as you listened to your friends talk. His thumb traced circles on your skin. Your free hand propped your chin on the table, eyes fluttering every now and then as you tried to pay attention to the discussion at hand.  

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