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aussiepoguepunk · 10 months

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I am BEGGING for a part two of Spidey!Ethan!!!

If you ask you shall receive

Spidey -> Ethan Landry Part Two

It’d been a day since Spider-Man had kissed you, and he was all you could think about. The feel of his mouth, regardless of the latex, had made you crazy. The moment he’d left you’d squealed into your pillow, kicking your feet like a school-girl with a crush.

Now, headed to school, you paused on the way to your car parked at your complex, and stared at the car already parked as close to your entrance as possible. Ethan rolled the window down and stuck his head out, waving at you.

“Need a ride?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“No thanks.”

“Y/N.” You heard his car door open and slam shut as he moved towards you, even as you made a valiant effort to ignore him. “Y/N come on, I’m sorry for leaving. I had a thing and—”

“What thing?” You asked, whirling to face him. “Explain yourself, nerd. I don’t like to try and kiss people and then be bolted on. It’s embarrassing.”

“I—” His face flushed and he looked at his shoes, kicking at the gravel. “I’m sorry. Quinn was having an issue. I had to help her out, okay?” He promised, moving closer to you. He touched your crossed arms and jostled them lightly, watching as you fought your hardest against a reluctant smile. “Please forgive me? I’ll beg if you want.”

“No begging.”

“I will.”

“No—” You let out a surprised laugh when he moved to kneel and you grabbed his shoulders, tugging him back up. “Stop it, my god.”

“Am I forgiven?” He asked, giving you that boyish grin of his, and you sighed. “Fine. Fine. But I’m hungry, so—”

“Watch this, wait.” He urged, rushing back to his car to yank open the passenger side. He waved a paper bag from Starbucks at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Egg bites? The ones you like?”

You gave him a mock frown.

“Are they the whites or the regular?”

“See for yourself.”

You snatched the bag away before peering inside, then slowly looked back at him, a coy smile on your face. He raised a brow, smiling proudly, and you sighed.

“Okay. Fine. You’re forgiven, E.”

“Thank you!” He said, moving forward for a hug, before he stopped. “I mean, yeah. Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes again and moved forward, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re sweet. Now drive us to school.” You told him, slipping past him into the passenger seat. Then you gasped, lifting up the second iced coffee in his cup holder, his usual sugary order of a brown sugar latte in the first hole. “You got me an Americano!”

“Told you I liked you.” He said, shutting the driver’s side door behind him, and if it wasn’t for your crush on Spider-Man, you swore you would’ve kissed him.

In your apartment that night, you heard the familiar knock on your window and practically flew out of bed, already in your cutest pjs. You had a bright smile on your face as you opened up, scanning his masked face as he crouched on the fire-escape, propping his arms on the window-sill.

“Y/N.”

“Spidey.” You looked him over quickly, then raised a brow. “Got any more paper cuts?”

“No.” He admitted, tilting his head, and you bit your lip. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Mhmm.”

“I brought you something.” He said, and picked up something next to him. When he lifted the bouquet of flowers you laughed, reaching out to take them.

“How’d you know I liked tulips?”

“Lucky guess.”

You smiled and clutched them to you, heart filling with warmth. Then you paused.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

He shook his head regretfully but reached out, taking your hand in his. He ran a thumb over your knuckles and, through the whites of his mask, you weren’t sure if he was looking at your hand or you.

“Cant. Got work to do. But I just—wanted to see you first.”

You blushed, squeezing his fingers with your own, and ducked your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you, you know.” You told him, raising a brow. “But you’ll be happy to know I made up with my friend. He got me Starbucks.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Are you jealous?” You asked, and he tilted his head again.

“Any guy that gets to spend time with you, yeah. I’m jealous of.”

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed, setting the tulips carefully on the carpet beside you. You leaned forward a bit, tracing his face with your fingers.

“I like you.” He said. “A lot.”

“Were you charmed by my medical skills?”

“Yes. That and your ability to make amazing salads.”

You rolled your eyes but he reached out, distracting you, and ran his fingers over your lips. You swallowed, heart racing at the touch. Then he sighed, sounding a bit exhausted, and gripped your hand tighter.

“Would it be—too sudden..if I said I really wanted to kiss you?” He asked, and you immediately leaned forward, but he pulled back. “No. I meant—” he seemed to struggle for words for a brief moment. “without the mask. I’ll—I can pull it up over my mouth or something.”

“But you said you—”

“I know what I said.” He interrupted. “But I changed my mind.”

You swallowed again, nervous, and reached for the mask.

“Wait wait—sorry. Can you…turn the lights off?”

You grinned, standing up and cutting off your bedroom light before you moved back to him, sitting on your knees in front of him. He sat up as well, leaning farther into the window, and you watched in the dim light as he pulled his mask up over his mouth.

You reached out, touching his lips as he did to yours, and marveled at the warmth and softness of them. You felt breathless as he touched your face and pulled you into him, connecting your mouth to his. The sigh that left you was involuntary as you pressed harder against him, gripping his neck as you moved you lips against his in a kiss that was long overdue.

Before you managed to do more than run your tongue over his bottom lip he pulled away, your eyes still closed.

“I—” he whispered, and there was a familiar quality about his unmasked voice that caught you off guard. Your eyes flew open, straining to see the full outline of his mouth and chin, before he tugged his mask back down. “I’ll see you. Tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, eyebrows knit as you watched him go, swinging off into the night.

Something was scratching at your brain, something odd, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

The game was over quickly and all of the cheer squad had lost the required weight. You were fucking starving, though, after the strenuous event, and you and Tara were both bitching about how bad you wanted a burger when Chad burst out of the boy’s locker-room, jogging to catch up.

“My favorite girls.” He said, wrapping a sweaty arm around Tara and planting a kiss on her brow. “What’s the plan for tonight? You guys going to the after-party?”

“Cant.” You said, sighing. “Tara and I need to study.”

“Where’s Ethan when you need him?” Chad teased, groaning playfully. “Tareeee—”

“I think he’s sick.” Tara said, frowning as she ignored her boyfriend. “He hasn’t been answering his phone since before the game. He’s completely MIA.”

“He didn’t go?” You asked, a bit disappointed. Ethan always went to your games, without fail. “Has anyone called him?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t pick up.”

“I can call him.” You said, following the couple into the parking lot. “Tara, you drive.”

“Okay. EW!” She swatted Chad away when he planted a fat kiss on her cheek. “Go shower!”

“I only use baby wipes! Preserves my man-smell!” He yelled, running towards his friend’s truck.

“You’re nasty!” She yelled back, but she was smiling. “Did he answer?” She asked glancing at you as you tapped at your phone, but you shook your head.

You were on your way home when you saw him. You’d been carrying groceries, headed to your apartment after studying with Tara, when you heard your name called. You turned, stunned, then screamed when your eyes took in the boy sitting against the alley wall next to your complex, blood soaking the ground around him.

“Spidey?” You demanded, dropping your bag on the ground in shock and bolting over to him. Then you froze, your entire body running cold when you realized the full extent of what you were seeing. Ethan.

“What the fuck?” You demanded, stepping closer to examine the split lip and the bloodied cut on his temple, his dark hair matted with blood and sweat.

“Y/N.” He groaned, tear-filled brown eyes meeting yours as you crouched, your eyes darting down to the mask he clenched between trembling fingers. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Just. Just shut up.” You snapped, looping his arm over your shoulder as you hauled him up, grabbing your groceries as you passed them. His loud sob of pain was cut off between clenched teeth and you felt a pang in your chest, your mind focused on getting him into the apartment.

He had trouble with the stairs, panting the entire time through his nose, but by the time he got inside your home he collapsed onto the couch. You watched as he smacked feebly at his chest, releasing a button on his suit that had it going slack. Ignoring the wet sound of him peeling the suit off, along with his muffled cries of pain, you sprinted to your room, gathering up medical supplies as well as a bucket of water and a cloth.

When you made it back you halted, trying to ignore the sight of his toned body in only boxers, and focused instead on the long gash running from his chest to his abdomen. Along with that, his tan skin was muddled with pale scars and bruises, some dark and bluish purple, some greenish yellow with age.

“Fucking hell, Ethan.” You mumbled, moving to crouch in between his legs to get a better look. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to clean around the wound, ignoring his hissed noises of pain. “It’s fine. It’s fine, okay?”

You trembled as you soaked a pad in alcohol, eager to disinfect his wound as fast as possible. He was already sweating profusely, signs of an incoming infection, when you looked up. His eyes were closed, expression pinched. Your eyes darted to his mouth, then back to your work. You had kissed Ethan. More than once.

Shit.

“How did this happen?” You asked, trying to distract him from the pain as you cleaned the more shallow cuts on his skin, ignoring the gash for now.

“Some robber with a knife.” He said, voice strained with effort. “You should see the other guy.”

“You stab him or something?”

He snorted.

“Not my style. I webbed him to a wall—fuck.” He yelped, letting out a barely suppressed cry as his hand flew to your shoulder, squeezing as you applied alcohol to the gash. Your skin warmed at the contact and you swallowed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine it’s—” but his chest was rising rapidly, his head lolling forward with effort to look down at you between his legs. You glanced up, then flushed at the eye-contact. “I can explain everything, okay?”

“You’d better.” You mumbled, feeling his hand relax as you finished cleaning up; the bleeding had slowed for now, but he desperately need stitches. He watched, tensing, as you threaded a needle and swallowed, your well-trained hands stilling completely as you calmed your mind. “This is going to suck, okay? But I’m here.”

“I know.” He said, voice shaking, his hand tightening on your shoulder again.

Then his head fell back once more as he yanked a throw pillow up and screamed into it, the sound muffled by the fabric when you completed the first stitch. His thighs tightened around you, holding your body in place as his hand shook against your skin.

The entire process was slow and meticulous, though you wished it wasn’t. You had steady hands and it was great stitching, but he had cried out into the pillow the entire time, and his fingers were sure to leave bruises on your shoulder. As soon as you were finished he slumped lower, letting out a muffled sob as his grip eased.

“Worst parts over.” You told him, your voice shaking with effort to stay calm and collected as you picked up gauze. “I need you to sit up a bit, E.” He dropped the pillow, his red eyes meeting yours as he swallowed, biting his already split lip raw as he tried pushing himself up a bit. “Use my shoulders.”

He did, propping his weight up on you as lightly as he could to move his back off the couch. He was trembling again, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked, his brown eyes slipping shut. When you moved his hands to your hips and stood, his head sank to rest on the front of your uniform top, smearing it with blood.

You didn’t care.

You wrapped gauze around his torso as tight as you dared, tying it off and pausing, your hands moving to linger on his hunched shoulders. You sighed and placed a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through the soft curls there.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Ethan?” You breathed, lifting his chin to look up at you. His face was wet with both tears and sweat as you stared down at him, and he swallowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You liked him.” He mumbled, voice slightly slurred. “I thought maybe if I could’nt have you as me, then—”

“Do you not remember the entire conversation we had about me liking you? What about when I tried kissing you and you bolted?” Your brows furrowed in frustration. “You kissed me.” You whispered, staring as a blush rose to his face and he tried to escape your grip.

“Of course I kissed you. You always save me.” He said, brown eyes wet with tears of both pain and sorrow. “I cant help but have feelings for you. I told you that.”

“Then get that I like you for you.” You said, pushing him back slowly to rest against the couch again. “I would’ve loved you whether you were Spider-Man or weren’t. You should’ve stayed that night. As you. You should’ve stayed and I would’ve been yours.”

He swallowed, and you watched another tear run through the blood on his face as he nodded, his eyebrow furrowed. You moved forward again, leaning to grab the cloth and clean up the blood from his head and mouth.

“I’ll need to clean your hair..” you mused, ignoring your racing heart as his doe eyes watched you, his face cleared of blood.

You smeared Aquaphor on his bottom lip and looked at him, your thumb lingering. His hand rose up to grab your wrist gently. He kissed the tip of your thumb, eyes watery as he gazed up at you.

“Y/N..” he murmured, his breath warm against your hand.

“You need to stop getting hurt.” You told him, swallowing the tightness in your throat. “You’re going to start having to pay me for all my services. You leech.” He chuckled and you forced a smile.

“Did you mean it?” Ethan asked, pressing your palm to his cheek. “You..love me?”

You blinked, barely aware that it had even slipped out of your mouth. But it had.

“Yes.” You said, and you pulled away, clearing your throat as you collected your supplies and dumped the bloody rag into the dirty clothes. “I can wash your suit. Is it hand wash or—”

“Y/N.”

“—does it need to be air dried? I don’t have a dryer so I use a rack, but—”

“Y/N.” He urged, wincing as he scooting towards the edge of the couch. You turned your head. “I’ve loved you since…since you—”

“Pretty confessions can happen later.” You told him, fighting the war of emotions bubbling inside you. “Please. I need you to just let me be your doctor right now, okay? I need you to..” Let me take control. I need control. You almost said. “I need you to just—just hold on.”

He was silent as you put your stuff up and grabbed him your strongest pain killer, one that was definitely not over-the-counter, and some water. You approached and offered it to him, watching until he’d taken both pills and swallowed them. Then you took his hands, guiding him towards the bathroom.

“Can you sit on the floor?” You asked, and he nodded, gritting his teeth as you lowered him to the tile. You ran warm water, tilting his head back over the edge of the tub. “Do you mind?”

“No.” He said instantly and you smiled a bit at his quick reaction.

He stayed quiet as you began to slowly wash his hair, a slow hum of pleasure leaving his parted lips as your fingers massaged his scalp. You opened up your shampoo—strawberry scented—and began to scrub, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. His chest rose and fell a bit faster at the contact, his long-lashed eyes closed. You glanced at his face, slack with relief, and felt a pang of affection run through you.

This boy—Ethan—was Spider-Man. The two boys you’d been falling for were the same. It made sense, somehow. The way he’d kissed you, the shyness, the playfulness, the familiar cadence of his voice—it was all him.

As you rinsed his hair, then toweled his head off, he opened his eyes and looked up at you softly. You were kneeling beside him, his tall frame so close to you that you could smell the strawberry scent on his now-washed hair; could see the slightly golden flecks in his eyes. You ran your fingers across his cheek, then your knuckles, watching his lips part further as his eyes softened.

“I do love you.” He told you quietly, reaching up to run a hand through your ponytail. Then he glanced at your uniform. “I got blood on you. Sorry.”

“It’s—” you both looked down when your stomach growled, loudly, and Ethan let out a startled laugh. “Okay, look. All I’ve had today is a protein shake and a granola bar.”

“Baby.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to web your coach five feet off the ground and let her dangle.” You giggled and he smiled. “But seriously. Please eat.”

“Only if you eat.”

He raised a brow.

“Have you seen me? All I do is eat.”

You smiled and flicked his nose, but he caught your wrist, pulling you down to him. When he captured your mouth with his own your stomach dropped straight into your ass, your eyes sliding closed at the warmth. You pulled back an inch.

“Am I hurting your lip?”

“I wouldn’t care if you were.” He murmured against your mouth, kissing you again, his head chasing yours. His lips were as soft as they were when he’d first kissed you, his hand cupping your neck, pulling you closer. When he finally pulled away, resting your forehead against his, he was panting slightly, his brow knit. “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t tell you enough.” He said, looking up. “And you’re smart. So fucking smart.” You frowned and he continued, running his thumb down your cheek. “I’d be dead without you. Multiple times over.”

“Multiple people would be dead without you.”

“Semantics.”

You both chuckled as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, a soft smile on his face.

“Come to bed, okay?” You urged. “I’ll make us both soup. We can cuddle or something. You need to rest.”

“Doctor’s orders.” He tried standing and flinched, his face paling. So you helped him up, moving slowly, and he pressed a kiss to your neck as you walked. “What would I do without you?” He teased, and you turned to place a kiss to his mouth.

“You’d be one medic down in your arsenal.” You grinned. “And you wouldn’t have a hot cheerleader girlfriend.”

He laughed and you smiled, and you knew this was only the beginning of you both.

WELLLLL

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aussiepoguepunk · 10 months

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can you please do “there’s only one bed” trope with Ethan Landry and it’s pure fluff but reader and Ethan are just “friends”, pretty please and thank you 🩷🤗

THE PERFECT PAIR - ETHAN LANDRY 💐

“You know me, better show me that you could say it to my face. 'Cause you know we're the same, there's worse things I can take” - beabadoobee

Content includes: fluff!! Sweet Ethan!

A/n: thank you smm for the request! I hope u love it!

"Damn Y/n, is your bag really that heavy?" Sam watched as your shoulder sunk to one side, the heavy bag pulling you down. "Yea you're struggling, do you really need all of that?" Tara chuckled.

"Okay well first of all, Yes. I do need all of this. Also yes, it's really heavy" you mumbled, kicking the bag in front of your legs as you walked. "Hey, woah! You're gonna snap yourself in half" Ethan lifted the bag off your shoulders, sliding it easily into his. "Thanks..." Chad smirked as you looked up at Ethan.

Everyone knew you two had a thing for each other, which is exactly why they made a plan. A very thought-out one, but not very original. "It's working!" Mindy mumbled with a big smile. "It hasn't even started" Chad looked back at the two of you with a smirk.

Ethan had confirmed he was crushing on you, accidentally slipping it out when he was tipsy. For days he begged Chad not to tell anyone. But the whole group already knew. That was just confirmation. "You sure this is gonna work?" Tara walked by his side. "I know this is gonna work"

"Okay! Pair up with your hotel room buddies" Everyone ran to one another, it seemed like you and Ethan were sick with how fast they paired off, avoiding the two of you. "Well uh, guess we'll be good roommates right?" You nodded, your heart beating like crazy. You didn't wanna room with him, you couldn't. Being next to him made you all giddy so staying in the same room with him? You could never.

"Okay, good!” Mindy smiled, walking up to the front desk. "We have a reservation.." You blacked out as she talked, nerves filling your body. This could go so wrong. Or so good. Or it could be the most mediocre thing that you're overthinking about. But you also knew that nothing that included Ethan was mediocre.

"Here's the room keys" she handed them out, everyone slumped as they walked over to the elevators. "I'm so tired" you mumbled, everyone, shaking their heads. "You slept the whole ride, Ethan's shoulder suffered from your fat head" "Mindy, shut up!" You glared at her.

You all got to your floor, everyone spreading out to find their rooms. "What number is it?" You stood on your tiptoes, holding onto Ethan's arm. "306" you furrowed your eyebrows. "Huh...that's separated from everybody else" he just shrugged, pulling up your bag while he looked around. "Looks like It's on the other side of the hall"

You eventually found the room, swiping the key onto the door lock. You searched for the light, your eyes widening when you saw the bed. "Uh...are we sure this is the right room?" He plopped your bag down, looking around the room. "Well..? The key worked"

You ended up dragging Mindy and Ethan to the front desk, making her ask for a different room. "Sorry kids, that's the only one available at the moment. We're packed for the next couple of nights" You wanted to die. "Tara, please! You know damn well you're gonna sleep in the same bed as Chad. Just trade rooms please?" She shook her head, hiding her smile. "No, I'm not sleeping with a drunk ass Chad" you groaned, covering your eyes.

You asked everyone. They all said no. "You guys are so rude" you mumbled, walking back to your room in defeat. "So...what did they say?" Ethan prayed that they all said no. As much as this was uncomfortable for him he was kinda happy about it.

"They said no" You slipped off your shoes, sitting on the bed next to him. "I can just sleep on the chair…it’s fine! Really!” You shook your head. "It's whatever, we'll figure it out" You knew it was wrong, that you didn't wanna figure it out. Your heart bounced around inside of you, nervous for the night. It could be normal, one of you on the couch and the other on the bed. But maybe, somehow you two could end up together on the same bed.

After a long afternoon of chatter and laughter in Tara and Chad's room, you headed back to yours. You were too tired to even care about the bed, completely forgetting about it till you opened the door.

"What are we gonna do about the bed?" Ethan mumbled, wiping his eyes. "It's okay, we can share" "Are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I can just sleep on the chair..." you took a glance at the red chair in the corner of the room. "It's okay Ethan, trust me. That chair is way too small for you" his face got hot as he saw your smile, watching you grab your pajamas before walking into the bathroom.

A swarm of butterflies flew around in your belly, making your face heat up. You didn't wanna get too excited. You wouldn't even be facing him anyways. He was just a friend and nothing more, this was just a friend thing! You tried to convince yourself but you couldn't get that feeling out of your stomach. You felt creepy. He definitely didn’t feel the same way, but you decided to let your delusions take over for a bit.

As you walked out of the bathroom Ethan was already laying in bed. He cuddled up to one of the pillows, his face smushed against the fabric. He looked so cute.

“Is it okay if I keep one of the lamps on…?” “Uhm, yea it’s okay” You peeled back the white bed sheets, adding your favorite throw on top. The room was dark besides the lamp and the moonlight that peaked in through the blinds. The smell of cleaning products filled your nose as the sound of a fan played in the background.

You were glad Ethan let you keep the light on. You could never sleep with it being pitch black, it gave you the heebie-jeebies. You positioned yourself, trying to get comfortable as you faced away from Ethan. You tried your best to get comfortable but you couldn’t, turning around to face Ethan’s back.

Ethan quickly caught onto this, also feeling the same amount of discomfort you were in. “This bed isn’t very comfortable, is it?” His voice was low and raspy, facing you with a small smile. “Uh uh” your hair rubbed against the sheets, the small sound filling your ears.

You scanned his face as he stared back at you, noticing details that you never got to see before. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, small marks all over his skin. “You have really nice eyelashes” It just fell out of your mouth, but you meant it. “I- oh. Thank you” You noticed how his cheeks filled up in a pinky hue, gaining you some confidence.

You could go on and on about his face. How full his lips were, the pretty color of his skin. But you didn’t wanna creep him out, keeping it to yourself. “I like your lips…” you held back a smile, covering the bottom of your face with the blanket. “Thank you” your laughs were whispered, Ethan, noticing how flustered you were getting.

You felt yourself move back as he brought his hand up to your face, realizing how weird it probably was. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know what l was doing” You chewed on your lip as he brought his hand down, pulling the side of your face closer to his. “It’s okay” your whisper was unstable. Your nervousness escaped your body through your voice.

You watched as his eyes scanned your face. From your lips to your eyes, an unorganized pattern of movements that slightly confused you. You could tell he was nervous, his hand getting warmer with each second that it was on your skin. His face was inches away, feeling his soft breath on your face.

You had begun to grow impatient, lips seconds away from touching. The anticipation made you go insane, only paying attention to the way his heart was beating with your hand on his chest.

As crazy as it seemed his was probably pounding harder than yours, lips on lips. “Don’t be a tease E” Your lips brushed against his, the feeling of warmth and satisfaction filling every pore in your body.

Your face grew hot, Ethan pulling you in as he became addicted to your taste. Your lips were soft and cushiony, perfectly fitting onto his. Breaths and words were jumbled as you two got even closer, Ethan’s hands finding their way to your hips.

All you could feel was fire. It was like a giant firework was exploding in your stomach. Your hands ran through his soft curls, noses touching as you pulled away for air. His face was so red. Making you giggle with a hand on his cheek.

“You look so cute when you blush…” you combed your hand through his hair, pushing it all back as he admired you. He pulled you closer, hugging your body tightly into his. “Better?” “Way better”

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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Sorry if I'm a little less active. My cats passed away, I'll try to write soon.

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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Perfect Storm Masterlist

JJ Maybank x reader

Preview (kinda)

Part 1 (angsty, smutty-ish)

Part 2 (extra angsty)

Part 3 (smut)

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#jj maybank #obx #the pogues #rudy pankow #outerbanks #punk jj maybank #jj maybank pop punk #jj maybank x reader #jj #fanific #jj imagine #angst #smut

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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If the sheriff gets fired in obx s3:

the next day at JJ's job:

Please tell me someone understands this.

#jj maybank #obx #obx memes #phineas and ferb #jeremy johnson #the pogues #outerbanks

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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I will never get the idea of the pogues as a band out of my head.

Pope: drums

JJ: electric guitar

Kie: lead vocals

John B: bass

they then let Sarah be their Manager.

#jj maybank #the pogues #obx #rudy pankow #punk jj maybank #jj maybank pop punk #outerbanks #punk obx #poppunkpogues #punkpogues #pope heyward #johnb #sarah cameron #kiara carrera

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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No one:

JJ everytime the pogues do anything:

Iykyk

#jj #the pogues #obx #obx memes #rudy pankow #jj maybank #jj maybank pop punk #punk jj maybank #outerbanks #rafe #kiara #jj maybank memes #jj memes

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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Rare photos of JJ Maybank.

the j's in JJ stand for Jeremy Johnson

#jj maybank #obx #the pogues #rudy pankow #obx memes #punk jj maybank #outerbanks #jj maybank x reader #jj #phineas and ferb

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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You can not tell me that JJ Maybank doesn't know ever single word and note of Animals by Nickleback.

#jj #jj maybank #obx #the pogues #obx memes #rudy pankow #jj maybank pop punk #punk jj maybank #outerbanks

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aussiepoguepunk · 3 years

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Perfect Storm pt3 (JJ Maybank x reader)

Summary: heartbreak is hurting JJ in more ways than one.

Warning: angst, mention of pain, crying, JJ's lungs, smut,

Part1 part2

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Why would you do that?” JJ tried to stop himself, but going on not knowing, it was killing him. In that moment JJ was more vulnerable than he had ever been in front of another living soul. He was anxious and confused, his throat burning as a consequence of the sobs that filled his sleep. Heartbreak and desperation tightening around his lungs, awaking that all too familiar pain in his chest.

“If you rejected me, fine. If nothing happened an-and we kept-'' JJ paused, his lungs tightening. “-kept on the way we’ve always been, I-I-I wouldn’t be confused,” Tears had begun streaming down JJ’s cheeks and he didn’t care at this point. “but..but why kiss me if you were just gonna ...I-I…” JJ ran both his hands through his hair, only making it messier in doing so. “I don’t understand.” he whispered, letting himself cry again with his head in his hands. The sound of his sadness echoing quietly through the van.

Y/n felt her heart shatter. She’d made a mistake in thinking he didn’t have feelings for her.

JJ’s muscles tensed from the unexpected contact. Y/n having wrapped her arms around the boy, one around his back, the other coming under his chin.

“I’m so sorry, JJ.” She rested her head lightly on his shoulder that shook with each of the boys’ quiet cries. “I was trying to prevent anything from getting too complicated. When you said you had a thing for me I misunderstood and thought it was just in a sexual way.” She hugged him tighter. “I never meant to hurt you.”

JJ tried to stop crying but his lungs felt like they were on fire. In an attempt to cope, even though he knew it would do nothing, he clutched the fabric that covered his chest. A weak cry of pain barely leaving his mouth.

Y/n removed her arms from around the blonde. “JJ, please stop crying” she brought her hands to his face, getting him to face her. It was then that she saw his red puffy eyes. JJ had always been a master of puppy dog eyes, so to see their beautiful blue colour stained with sadness was unbearable. He still held his chest, strands of his hair sticking out in all directions.

“It...it hurts.” JJ sobbed, beginning to move away. Y/n pulled him back to her.

“I know, sweetie. I'm so sorry. I should have talked to you about it, I was just-”

“N-No my...my lungs” he managed to correct her.

It took Y/n a second to realize what he was talking about, but once she had her only concern was him. Well, more than before.

“Shit. Okay, do you think you can move to the back of the van? Maybe lay down.” Y/n asked, a new tone of concern and care taking over her voice. JJ only shook his head, breathing becoming more difficult as he continued to cry.

“What-how do you usually stop the pain?” Y/n tried not to sound alarmed.

“I... c-c-calm.” JJ whimpered.

“Alright just… hey JJ...hey come on” she tried to get him to look at her again but he was beginning to panic.

There were probably a dozen other things y/n could have done but she didn’t have time to think about them all, she just went with her gut. Guiding JJ out from behind the steering wheel, she pushed his shoulders back. Y/n sat herself on one of JJ’s legs and took his face in her hands, kissing him gently. JJ froze, his breath caught in his throat, letting out a long exhale when Y/n pulled away.

“You’re okay J. I got you, alright.” she hummed. JJ looked up at her, his breathing slowly steadying as he tried to speak. “Shhh. Breathing first. Talking later.” Y/n hushed, pushing back stray hairs that had fallen on the boy's forehead.

JJ let himself lean into her touch, the fiery pain in his chest gradually dying. His fingers toyed with the hem of the sweatpants pockets to further calm his nerves and focused on Y/n as she fixed his disheveled hair, listening to her sigh quietly once she brought her attention back to him. JJ closed his eyes at the feeling of gentle hands on the back of his neck, moving his hands up from the pockets of the sweatpants to hold her sides. It was a peaceful moment, the boys breathing stabilizing as a welcoming warmth fluttered in his stomach.

After a small movement on Y/n’s behalf the warmth and anything JJ felt was feeling overshadowed, a grunt being drawn from the surfer.

“What? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Y/n panicked, trying to move away when JJ held her sides tighter, releasing whimper that sounded desperate, and more needy.

“nothi- mmh- Nothing’s wrong, just-” He tried to speak but JJ had become painfully aware of the placement of Y/n’s knee and where it kept grazing everytime she moved while she straddled one of his legs.

“Oh, God! P-Please stop moving!” JJ pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut when Y/n’s knee brushed against his groin again.

“Am I hurting you? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d be too heavy.” With a small voice she apologised and began to push herself off of him, only to be pulled back.

“No! Fuck. You’re not too heavy, Y/n.” JJ took a quick glance between the two before letting his head fall back on the seat . “Y-Your knee just isn’t in the best place for you to keep moving around like that.”

Her face glowed red once Y/n noticed what was happening. A tingling sensation beginning between her thighs.

“oh”

“If you could just- mgh- just give me a minute to-mmh” he stopped when she began to litter his jaw with kisses.

“I’m...here...to...help you J” she whispered against his neck.

“Let’s move to the back then” JJ gestured to the vans back seat.

A hoodie and JJ’s boxers were all that kept them apart as he pulled her to sit on his leg again, desperate kisses and needy hands bringing them closer. Gripping her hips firmly, he guided her centre to slowly rock back and forth on his thigh, cherishing the little whines she released at the contact. The pace he kept her at was torture. Fighting against JJ’s stong hold, she did anything she could to go even the slightest bit faster.

His thigh glistened from her arousal, feeling himself grow harder while the sounds of her wetness moving against him filled his ears.

“p-ple-ease” she breathed, gripping his shoulder tightly, trying to grind down on him more.

“You want more, baby?” he teased, somehow slowing the pace even more. She nodded eagerly, biting her lip to suppress her moans.

“You can have my fingers. Do you want that, angel?” JJ slid his right hand to rest on the inside of Y/n's leg that sat between his.

“Please J” she begged, letting a needy whimper slip past her lips.

“Well since you asked so nicely...” Carefully JJ caressed her inner thigh, making his way upwards, eventually beginning to massage her. He moved his fingers up and down through her folds, spreading them apart to toy with her clit between two fingers. Y/n gasped at touch, tingles of pleasure swirling through her. But just as it had begun, it disappeared, the wonderful feeling vanishing for only a moment as JJ freed her from the hoodie that covered her naked body. He resumed his previous actions, now using his other hand to tenderly caress her breasts.

“Move your leg over, baby” JJ instructed, removing his hands.

"but I like it here." Y/n whined, displeased once again with the loss of touch.

JJ pulled her forward kissing her sweetly, leaning next to her ear "So do I, baby. But I'd like you grinding on my dick even more" he whispered, his sentence very near being enough to make the girl cum then and there.

God how she wanted him, both in the purest and most scandalous way.

Y/n shifted her body to straddle JJ, resting her hands on his stomach as he laid back against the seat. His many hours of manual labour in different jobs had most certainly played off, leaving him with an abdomen that would put famous sculptures to shame.

Profanities fell from her mouth, rolling her hips over the surfers tightly clothed hard-on. The girl bit her lip to suppress the uncontrollable expressions of pleasure when JJ's hips bucked upwards from underneath her.

"This is great and all babe" he panted, slowing down the pace and lifting Y/n's hips so that she would hover barely centimeters off of him. "but if we keep going, I'm gonna cum in my boxer"

There was a moment of silence, Y/n trying to think of words to say, all sensibility blurred for pleasure.

JJ rushed to fill the quiet "if you don't wanna go any further, tell me. I won't do anything you don't want to." He explained.

Y/n was happy that JJ was being a gentleman about things, it was very reassuring, but right now he looked so good layed back on that seat, torso coated from perspiration as his hands gripped her thighs. She'd much prefer to skip the chivalry.

Anticipation began to shape her thoughts, mind imagining all the ways the two of them could express their affections. She quivered feeling her wetness leek down her inner thigh, a needy whimper leaving her.

"JJ. For my sanity and yours, can we skip over the whole 'taking it slow' thing?" She pleaded, shifting under JJ's hold in desperation of any sort of friction.

Without a word the boy lifted her from his lap. The cool leather of the seat sent goosebumps rippling over her body when it came in contact with her warm skin.

JJ stood, removing his boxers swiftly. The bulge that previously occupied his underwear had displayed his size well, his erection now free from the constricting fabric.

The blonde kneeled between Y/n's legs, leaving a trail of kisses upwards until their eyes met once again.

"There are so many things I wanna do to you right now." JJ sighed, moving his fingers teasing between Y/n's thighs. He was driving her crazy.

"Can you just fuck me." y/n suggested, entirely flustered.

JJ pretend to think for a moment. "Well I suppose eating you out can wait for another time."

Before long the van began to rock with every movement, every thrust JJ made. The sound of Y/n panting his name was as sweet as he had dreamed.

"Sounds so beautiful, baby." He'd whisper in her ear, kissing along her jaw, every now and then groaning when her fingernails would dig into his back. All of it building, every moan and kiss leading up to their peak.

The climax was blissful, pure serenity away from the lighting of the storm.

JJ rested his forehead on hers, Y/n's chest heaving up and down quickly.

"I'm really glad we could work out our differences." JJ laughed lazily.

"oh yeah, I really think it strengthened our relationship." y/n smiled moving wet hair away from JJ's face.

He pulled her in to rest her head on his chest. They laid there staring at the roof peaceful and content, but something seemed off with JJ. A look of concentration painted across his face, staring at the roof as thought it was presenting him with a math problem.

"You okay, J?" Y/n ask lifting her head from his chest. JJ contemplated his answer, nervous that he might mess up the moment.

"Are we- um... you and I…" he was cut off with a soft and loving kiss.

"Yeah. We are." Y/n nodded, bitting her lip.

The blanket now comfortably draped over both of them, they held each other close for the rest of the night.

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I feel like the ending could have been better. :/ but I still like it.

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😐....count sheep 🐑🐑🐑

Perfect Storm pt2 (JJ Maybank x reader)

I recommend Want You Back by 5SOS. The lyrics “is it tears or just the fucking rain?” Are quite fitting for this

Summary: y/n’s worried about things getting complicated.

Warning: ANGST, sad JJ, crying,

Part 1

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Y/n grinned up at JJ, his face dimly illuminated by the lantern on the floor. An hour ago she wanted to far away from him as possible, but now she wanted to… However, y/n debated on whether it would be too forward. Though JJ had told her he quote ‘had a thing’ for her, that doesn’t me he likes her. Yes, JJ has been nice and the two of them had just shared a kiss that gave the same feeling as watching flowers bloom in the springtime, but Y/n was the one that had kissed him. She didn’t want to do anything if the only reason it happens is that they were stuck alone together and JJ thought she was hot. Y/n wanted more than just pure hormonal teenage attraction.

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Perfect Storm pt2 (JJ Maybank x reader)

I recommend Want You Back by 5SOS. The lyrics "is it tears or just the fucking rain?" Are quite fitting for this

Summary: y/n's worried about things getting complicated.

Warning: ANGST, sad JJ, crying,

Part 1 Part 3

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“You should really change Y/n. You’re gonna get sick.” JJ broke the silence, his fingers grazing the hem of her t-shirt. “I have no problem helping of course,” he smirked, still genuinely wanting to help her.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I actually think I can manage it myself.” y/n told him bluntly, moving away from him.

The blondes smirk fade into a face of hurt confusion. JJ understood if she wasn’t comfortable after what he confessed to her, but he really cared about her and she’d just gave him the best kiss he’d ever had, so why was she now being so cold to him. JJ felt anger grow within him, he was sick of this, the way Y/n always seemed to act. One second everything would be fine, she’d be nice to him even, but the next second she’s being...and he meant this with no disrespect... a bitch.

“Of course you do this.” JJ scoffed at her, y/n glaring at him.

“Excuse me, but I don’t have let you-”

“No, it’s fine if you don’t want me to help after what I-”

“I don’t need your permission.” y/n cut in.

“I never said you did. You have every right not to wa-”

“I know, so why are you pissed off.” y/n glared at him.

“If you’d shut the fuck up for two seconds I would have already explained that!” JJ snapped at her. He was right back where he started, dealing with her stubbornness. JJ wasn’t even angry anymore, he was sick of arguing all the time

“Piss off JJ,” Y/n told.

“To where?! We’re in a fucking van!” JJ gestured around them.

“Well, hell preferably but I don’t think they’d want you. I’d be amazed if purgatory would take you.”

“Whatever,” JJ mumbled, pushing himself off the floor, climbing into the driver’s seat.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but these arguments with Y/n sometimes hurt JJ. He really did like and care about her a lot, and despite everything, JJ trusted her with a lot more than he did with most people. Even when he didn’t mean to.

One time, he’d snuck into the school’s reception to make some changes to his school file, after he found out his father had put the wrong date for his birthday. He’d planned to put John B first, followed by the rest of the Pogues but it wasn’t until after he’d put his file back and left, JJ realised that without thinking he had written Y/n’s details for his main emergency contact.

The rain outside had barely gotten any better in all the time they’d been stuck on the side of the road, so they wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. It killed him to have to ignore every hiss and wince of pain that JJ heard from behind him. Staring out the window, JJ found himself wishing he had just stayed at the Wreck. There he’d be dry and warm and have some food, instead of being stuck on the side of the road feeling confused and slightly heartbroken.

“I’m done.” the silence disappearing momentarily as Y/n folded her wet clothes.

“‘kay,” JJ mumbled. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms around his stomach, leaning into the driver’s side door.

She picked up the blanket and a cushion, placing the cushion at the end of one of the long seats before Y/n noticed JJ hadn’t moved from the driver’s seat. “What, you’re gonna sleep over there, are you?” She asked the blonde, receiving only a hummed response. She looked to the blanket in her hand, to JJ and back, as an idea popped into her head.

JJ was lost in his thought, thinking about how not too long ago he and her were so close that he could feel the cold that was coming off her skin and now they were as far apart as the van would allow. It then crossed his mind that Y/n still had the blanket.

“L/n, I have had enough of your shit and I swear to all fuck if you throw that fucking blanket at me I will leave you here by yourself and walk to John B’s” JJ warned without moving an inch.

Her arm was already lifted with the blanket ready to be thrown, Y/n stopped and thought about it. Like he would actually leave her here. Y/n smiled to herself before hurling the fabric towards JJ, it landing on his shoulder.

He didn’t move.

“I knew you were bluffing.” Y/n bosted, turning off the lantern and laying herself down on the seat smiling. Y/n felt bad for how she was acting, but even if anything more had happened between them, it all probably would have gone back to normal tomorrow anyway.

JJ cared about her safety too much to abandon her, she was too important to him. He knew he trusted her with so much more than emergency calls, JJ trusted her with the only thing no one else had ever bothered to take.

His heart.

JJ has his reason for everything he does, the bitter words, taunting, all the arguments. He’d never been taught how to express a love of that kind before. -Yes, love. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. It was terrifying for the poor boy. Everyone else he had ever wanted to love him walked away, his mum, his dad.

As JJ dozed off, allowing sleep to consume him, he felt a warm tear slide down his cheekbone. This wasn’t the first time he’d cried over her and with the way things were going he didn’t think it would be the last.

The seat was uncomfortable, her arm feeling far better but still a little sore, Y/n had been tossing and turning for almost an hour now. Finally giving up, she decides to just stare at the roof. She began taking in her surroundings a bit more, hearing something interrupt the pouring rain, before concluding it was only JJ snoring. It wasn’t until she’d heard him for the third time that she knew he wasn’t snoring.

Getting up from her place on the van’s seat and turning the lantern on, Y/n tip-toed over to the driver’s seat, her heart and face dropping once she had reached JJ. The dim moonlight that bearly made it through the cracks in the clouds highlighted his stained cheeks as he lay emitting little quiet sobs. He was crying in his sleep. Y/n had only ever seen JJ cry once or twice, but even then he was trying to hold back the tears. She’d never seen him just cry like this.

Climbing into the front seat, y/n softly poked his shoulder “JJ. hey, JJ….JJ wake up” she removed her hand, seeing his eye blink rapidly. He groaned at the disturbance but sat up immediately noticing the presence beside him.

“What do you want now?” the boy spoke, tired in every way possible.

Y/n said nothing, only staring at him for a moment. JJ showed his annoyance promptly, but stopped once she began to move her arm. Y/n raised her hand to touch JJ cheek with her thumb, wiping away the old and new tears. It was then that JJ realised why she had woken him up. JJ pushed her hand away instantly, pulling the sleeve of his shirt over his hand to roughly dry his face.

“JJ tell me wh-”

“No.” he delivered bluntly. JJ’s eye slowly filling with tears again, preferring to stare at the floor rather than face Y/n.

“But-”

“Just go away” his voice broke. She didn’t move, adding frustration to the list of emotions JJ was feeling “But of course you won’t, because you just can’t let me be happy.” JJ sighed, fixing his sleeves.

“What do mean, I can’t let-”

“Why would you do that?” JJ tried to stop himself, but going on not knowing, it was killing him.

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boy is it angsty.

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No because I planned on writing smut, and now characters a crying, I'm crying, y'all might end up crying. My brain thought of it, so why am I crying, I wrote what happend

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Thinking of whether I should stop part two at this one point and make the rest part three. Just leave you all with a cliff hanger. Idk maybe I woke up and chose violence.

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Literally writing it right now. Wanna be on the taglist?

Perfect Storm (JJ Maybank x reader)

Summary: they're both too stubborn for their own good, even if it means freezing to death.

Warning: fear of storms, mention of injury, angst?, crying, ✨spicy dreams✨

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Rain pounded on the roof of the Twinkie, the outside world barely visible through water-covered windows. The space between them was occupied by a vicious silence. No matter the circumstance, he always found a way to push her buttons. He never took anything seriously, always being reckless, putting himself and sometimes others in danger. Not once had they ever shared a conversation that didn’t result in her feeling flustered and filled with frustration

Curled in the corner, she shivered at the cold brought upon her by the drenched t-shirt and shorts that stuck to her skin in the most uncomfortable of ways. Teeth chattering with every chill that ran down her spine. The remaining warm air from the van’s heater doing very little for her freezing form. If only he had listened to her to stay at the Wreck and wait out the storm. Then instead of being broken down on the side of the road in the middle of the night, they’d be safe and more importantly warm. But of course he didn't listen.

“JJ, those clouds look pretty bad. Maybe we should stay here just in case the weather gets worse.” she had suggested just as the two prepared to duck through the rain back to the van.

“What are you talking about, the clouds look fine. No different to any other storm clouds. Just get in the van, the sooner we do the sooner we get back to John B's.” He brushed off her words heading for the Twinkie.

Why did he have to be so stubborn? Mentally throwing insults at the blonde, she lifted her eyes in his direction. The boy’s tall frame lay across the back seat. Quiet snore escaped from beneath the tattered green cap hiding his face from view, his chest steadily rising and falling with each slow breath..

How could he be sleeping? There was no way he wasn't freezing. His clothes were just as drenched as hers. She could see from across the van the way the soaked cotton of his old shirt clung to his strong arms, the way every muscle of his abdomen was made prominent by the material.

God, he was infuriating.

He’s probably dreaming about getting high and surfing while she freezes.

Heat fogging over the windows as the storm was mostly forgotten, their very own version of that scene from the titanic playing out. They had long since been rid of the rain-soaked clothing that once clung to them. Under the small light of the van, droplets of sweat glistened against their skin as quiet whimpers and breathless moans filled the air. A loud crack of lighting making her hold him closer.

“‘S alright baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered in her ear as he hovered over her body. He left soft kisses and bites down her neck, cherishing the sounds she made when his hips had moved to hit just the right spot. How she moaned his name with so much love.

“Oh JJ... right there...JJ….JJ...”

“JJ!”A small plastic bottle collides with the boy's face, tearing him out of his sweet dream.

“WHAT! what is it?” JJ questioned slightly agitated.

“The light, radio and heater all stopped,” she informed him.

“The battery’s probably dead” JJ concluded, making Y/n question how they were going to not freeze to death. “I think there might be a blanket in one of the storage things under the seats,” JJ mentioned.

Y/n groaned “ you couldn’t have said that two hours ago.”

‘I didn’t think of it 2 hours ago.” he snapped, checking under all the seats.” and you weren't exactly much help, all you were doing was being pathetic, freaking out over the storm.”

Pathetic?

How dare he.

“Are you sure it’s safe to stop here,” Y/n asked, doing her best to keep the flashlight steady while JJ looked under the hood of the van, and also doing her best to hide how terrified she was of the storm?

“Well considering the van broke down we don’t have much of a choice.”

“ Here it is,” JJ mutters, pulling a battery-powered lantern along with the blanket from a drawer under a seat and gesturing for Y/n to take it.

“No thanks,” she declined without even looking up at him. Why was she so stubborn?

“What! You were literally just-” JJ sighed in annoyance “ just take the damn thing”

“No”

“For fuck sake, Y/n. Take the damn blanket!” JJ raised his voice, throwing the blanket in her direction.

“No. I’d rather die of Hypothermia.” Y/n declared chucking the blanket back.

“Fine!” opening the side door JJ shoved her out of the van. Before going back to lay down on the seat.

The door slammed in y/n’s face as thunder rumbled from the sky, her arm began to hurt as it had collided with the door on her way out of the van. She began hitting the van demanding that JJ let her in. The rain drowned out most of her yelling but not enough where JJ couldn’t hear her.

“Damn it Maybank! Open the fucking door!”

A loud crack of lighting echoed across the sky. Y/n flinched, frightened by the sudden anger of the storm. “JJ o-open the door.” she received no answer, tears built in her eyes, hands beginning to shake. This was the worst possible scenario for having a phobia of storms. Maybe she could have been a little nicer. After all, JJ did offer her the blanket without even thinking of himself.

A minute or so goes by along with several rumbles of thunder and strikes of lightning. Her breath was picking up, tears having already spilled down her cheeks, y/n's arm hurting more than before. With a shaky hand, she knocked on the door of the van softly. Her trembling voice sparking an ache in his chest.

“P-Please JJ. I...I’m scared." A quiet sob escaped her mouth. "please c-can you-”

The door flung open, revealing JJ looking extremely concerned. He looked her in the eyes before turning to grab the blanket. y/n opened her mouth prepared to give an apology for rejecting his act of kindness when the loudest crash of thunder seemed to shake the ground itself. Acting quickly JJ pulled y/n inside, closing the door and wrapping the soft blanket around her trembling body.

It was quiet for a moment while JJ searched for anything else that could keep her warm, cursing himself for losing it and pushing her out of the van in the first place. Finding some of John B’s clothes in the back of the van, JJ came back to sit in front of her, he noticed her irregular breathing and tears stained cheeks.

“i-I’m sorry” she spoke through chattering teeth. “you were being nice and-”

“Y/n, you were only being stubborn because I insulted you. It was dick move for me to put you outside in the rain.’

“‘S Okay.”

“No, it’s not" JJ huffed, "Sometimes you’re just so stubborn and it makes me so frustrated but doing that was stupid” he explained clearly angry at himself, y/n simply nodded. “I found some of John b’s clothes. You should change into them, staying in those wet clothes will definitely make you sick.”

Handing Y/n the clothes, there was a moment of silence before JJ realised she’d want some privacy and got up to move to the driver’s seat. Feeling a tug on his arm JJ stopped, to see y/n’s hand pulling at his sleeve.

“What’s wrong,” JJ asked crouching down to be at eye level with her.

Y/n looked away, fiddling with the pile of clothes before her. “I...um..need...I need y-your help,” she mumbled. The blonde gave her a confused look. “Uh w-when you pushed me out of the van...my..shoulder hit the door. It kinda hurts to move it.”

JJ gave her an apologetic look, feeling like shit for hurting Y/n. He wanted to help and make sure she wouldn't be in any more pain, but he had to be honest, helping y/n undress would leave him with a bit of an issue.

“y/n...ah how do I put this.” he mumbles, face fading to red.

“JJ, if it’s too weird-”

“No, no, it’s just...I-I…..fuck. Look I actually kinda have a thing for you, okay, and as much as I’d like to be a kind gentleman and help you, I don’t think I’ll be able to without…um….well without getting a boner.” looking away from y/n, JJ braces himself for the rejection she was sure to give him.

Before she could speak mother nature interrupted with another loud strike of lighting that made Y/n whimper, terrified of the weather outside. Forgetting the conversation JJ was by her side instantly, sitting cross-legged on the van floor. One hand on her good shoulder the other on her face bring her attention to him.

“Hey, it’s alright.” there was another loud crack, JJ glanced out the window. That one was nearby. “Just focus on me okay. I won’t let the storm hurt you.” he promised caressing her cheek.

Y/n did as he asked, she focused. Focused on JJ. On his eyes and the different specks of blue, on his angelic feature that made him devilishly handsome, on his fluffy blonde hair. She focused on his lips, a soft shade of pink that tempted her by the second. A temptation she gave in to, continuing to 'focus' She focused on how her lips felt against his. She focused on how his fluffy hair felt between her fingers, how his hands felt on her waist. He broke her focus, pulling away to rest his forehead upon hers.

“Not really what I meant by focus, but this is way better.” JJ smiled, leaving a soft kiss on y/n's forehead.

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How you like it. Part 2 soon.

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