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𝔹𝕃𝕌ℝ𝔹 18+

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐅.. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞.. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭..?

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬.. 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬.. 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬... 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬' 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 '𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐟' 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐉𝐉 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐥𝐲.

"..𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬-𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐎𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫�� 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐉𝐉 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡..?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬. 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

"𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝,"

" 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐉𝐉" 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬.

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬..?"

"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐞𝐬." 𝐉𝐉 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐦𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬' 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭.

𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐉𝐉 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨.❤︎

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featherandferns · 10 months

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pirates (fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | shamelessly and obviously inspired by taylor swift's 'seven'

content warning: mentions of abuse (physical)

word count: 9k. roughly

blurb: if you ever needed to find yourself or jj maybank, one would recommend you head to pirate's cove, no matter the age or day.

The water was tepid. There was some lingering woodsy fragrance, probably from the cedar trees that towered high all around the waterside, alongside something undeniably fresh in the air. JJ waded in the murky water. The ground was warm with sunlight that flitted through the canopy of trees. As it illuminated the leaves, there was a strange greenish hue that overcame everything. The water plants and reeds only added to it, making the place feel peaceful and serene. In one hand he held a net, and another a bucket. JJ was searching for frogs. His father had told him it was season for them and JJ had taken that as his summer-break mission.

There was a ripple in the water and something that wasn’t short of a ‘splash’, and JJ spun around in time to see a frog leap from the water and onto a moss-covered rock. He grinned.

“Got ya,” he muttered to himself.

Slowly, carefully, he approached. Net at the ready, he continued to ease towards it. ‘Slowly now, JJ’, he told himself. ‘Slowly’.

A sudden scream ripped through the trees.

The frog leaped away for safety and JJ, in the fright of it all, stumbled backwards and tumbled into the water. It came up to his shoulders, his tiny body almost fully submerged, and he swore out like he had heard his father do. Somehow, it made him feel slightly better. Before he could get to his feet, the scream came again. It sounded high, but there was no telling if it was girl or boy. It was probably somebody playing around. He rolled his eyes, frog now gone, and got to his feet. Just as he went to get back to frog spotting, he heard it again. Only, this time:

“Help!”

His head spun around to where it came from. That didn’t sound like no joking. He waded out the water as quick as he could, feeling as if it were pulling at his legs to keep him from land. Managing onto dry ground, he looked around through the thick forestry for where it came from.

“Come on,” he mumbled to himself. His little legs were a little scratched up from the rocks and dirt he’d fallen on in the water. As the air got to the tiny cuts, making them sting.

The scream came again, this time louder and more panicked. JJ started off in the direction of it, ditching his bucket but holding onto his net. He raced towards the sound, perfecting his course with each one that came, until he stopped at a bank.

There stood a girl on a mud bank.

You couldn’t have been older than seven. You were surrounded by marsh water. Hair falling around your shoulders as if the sea had churned you up and spat you out. Your cheeks were wet and eyes wide, focused on something below in the water.

JJ squinted as he tried to focus. Driftwood?

The wood shifted closer to the bank and you opened your mouth in a screech.

“Gator,” JJ said.

Your head darted up at the sound. You locked eyes with JJ. More tears came.

“Help me!” you cried. “Please!”

JJ looked around. Where was his dad? Wasn’t there somebody else here? Could nobody else hear you hollering like someone being murdered out in daylight?

“It’s getting closer!” you wailed. JJ watched the gator slowly slink towards you, as if taunting.

“Okay, okay,” he said, nodding. “Lemme think, alright? You’re gonna be fine.”

“Hurry,” you continued to sob.

JJ’s young mind was racing. He thought back to his mother’s lessons when they were sat out in the sun the other week. Snakes don’t like dogs and gators don’t like noise? Was that it? He looked down at the net in his hand. It was a long stick, at least half his height. If he were to disturb the water and yell, maybe it’d change course? That’d give you enough time, perhaps?

“Alright,” he said, voice trembling. He looked to you again and, as if you could feel his gaze, you looked up from the gator. Clearing his throat, he tried to make his tone more demanding like his pops. “Alright, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna try and distract him over here, and you’re gonna make a run for this here bank.”

“What?” you gaped. “I…I can’t do that!”

“You gotta! Run as fast as you can, alright! Keep running that way, back to the houses,” JJ instructed, pointing to his right. Your lip trembled. “You can do it, alright? I’m gonna be right behind ya.”

You stared at him. Looking back down at the gator, you seemed to consider his plan. Then, meeting his eyes again, you pursed your lips, sniffled, and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” JJ said, nodding himself. He swallowed his fear, squared his shoulders, and moved to the left of the bank. Grabbing another large branch, struggling only slightly with the weight, he took a deep breath. Then, splashing the water as hard as he could, he began to yell. “Come here gator! Come on!”

The moment the gator turned; you took off running. Your small body met the water and you started to swim as fast you could. JJ hit the water harder now, yelling louder.

“Come on gator boy! Come on!”

The frantic splashes of your front stroke seemed to catch the gator’s attention more so. You weren't looking behind you, eyes focused on the land.

“Come on! Come for me!” JJ practically pleaded.

The gator stayed still a moment. Then, slowly, began to sulk towards JJ.

His victory and smile were only brief, as his prepubescent brain caught onto the fact that a gator was making way to him.

Glancing to you, he saw you crawling onto the land, coughing and panting. You began to race towards the houses, just as JJ has instructed. Following suite, he ditched his net and branch and took off after you.

“Keep going!” he hollered. “Keep going!”

The pair of you ran and ran and ran. You ran until you were out of the marsh, out the of the clearing of the trees, and out onto the main street of the neighbourhood you were in. You finally stumbled to a slow, and eventually a stop. JJ copied. The two of you hunched over, panting heavily, hands on knees.

“Oh my God,” you whispered to yourself.

JJ felt as if he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. It certainly didn’t help when you flung yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Thank you!” you cried.

It took a moment for him to react. Then, he wrapped his scrawny arms around your frame.

“Hey, hey,” he coaxed, rubbing your back like his mom did with him when he was poorly. “You’re alright now.”

You nodded against him but continued to cry, nonetheless.

“I thought I was dinner for a second,” you laughed sadly. JJ chuckled too.

“You scared off my frogs,” he told you. You laughed harder, untangling yourself from him.

“Sorry,” you said, wiping your cheeks.

“What were you doing on that bank, anyway?” JJ asked.

You looked down at her feet nervously, almost embarrassed.

“There was this real pretty butterfly on there and…I just wanted a closer look.”

“Don’t nobody tell you that’s gator land?” JJ said. You looked back up to him and shook your head.

“No! I just…I wasn’t thinking!” you replied, becoming tearful again.

JJ reeled himself in.

“It’s alright,” he said. “It gets confusing out there.”

You smiled tentatively and nodded. Sniffling once more, you stuck out a hand and introduced yourself.

JJ took it and gave it a shake like he’d seen adults do at school and his daddy’s work. “JJ.”

“Nice to meet you, JJ.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

You both stood a moment and smiled at one another. “I’m sorry about your net.”

“It’s alright. Had it for ages.”

“I can get you a new one,” you told him. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off, you said, “I have a spare one I think!”

JJ hesitated. His mom had told him not to be greedy of people. ‘We don’t take charity, JJ.’

“You don’t have to,” he hesitated.

You shook your head firmly and took one of his hands in yours. You began to drag him as you set off walking down the road.

“Yes, I do. You saved my life, after all.”

JJ couldn’t really argue with that logic. Hand in hand, the two of you walked to your house. As you went, you asked about the frogs. JJ told you as much as he could remember reading. There was a picture book in school about them with a few easy-to-read facts put here and there. It was far more interesting than the maths the teacher had been going on about, so he’d read it under his desk. You nodded along and listened fervently. At some part on the walk, you'd started playing frogs. Ribbiting and hopping around, even playing leapfrog. Eventually, you came to your house.

JJ paused as you started walking up to it. When you noticed he was no longer by your side, you turned around.

“What?” you asked.

“It’s just…I live just down the road there,” JJ said, pointing. “Near the water.”

Your smile came back, wide and pure. “No way!”

He smiled back. “Yeah!”

You raced over and grabbed his hand, pulling him around the back, to the shed.

“We’re gonna be best friends!” you cheered, making JJ laugh.

He didn’t hate the sound of that. Making friends at school hadn’t been all that successful. There was only one boy who he truly got on well with, and he was called John B. JJ wasn’t sure why his name was John B, but then again he wasn’t completely sure why everyone called him JJ. He liked your name. It was different, a bit like you.

You came to the shed and pulled it open. Going through the tools and such, you dug about until you found a spare net buried amongst spider webs near the back.

“I knew it!” you triumphed, holding it up. Walking over to JJ who stood out in the late afternoon sun in her garden, you stopped before him. “Kneel.”

JJ did as demanded.

Tapping him on each shoulder, you announced with a laugh, “I now pronounce you sir knight JJ…Uh, what’s your last name?”

“Maybank.”

“Sir knight JJ Maybank!” you said, loud and proud.

JJ giggled as he got to his feet, giving a bow. He then began to wave like he’d seen the English queen do on TV once. You began to applaud and cheer, pretending to bow to him like he was Jesus walking into town on palm Sunday.

Someone called your name. "Is that you?” a voice called from the house.

The pair of you turned to see a woman stood on the patio, using her hand to keep the sun from her eyes.

“Yeah, ma!”

“Come on in! Dinner’s nearly ready!” She called.

You nodded and looked to JJ. You handed him the net.

“What’re you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing, I don’t think,” JJ replied.

“Want to play pirates?”

“Sure,” he said, not fully sure what pirates involved but very interested, nonetheless. Maybe he could see if John B was free too. The three of you might make good ruffians.

“Okay,” you grinned. You flung your arms around his neck again before racing towards your house. As you went, you called out your farewell to him.

“Smell you later, Maybank.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*

The creek had quickly become the usual haunt of JJ and yourself. It was a little bit from the waters near his house, more secluded by forestry, though not as much as the marsh. You still got twitchy about going in there after the alligator incident. JJ couldn’t really blame you. The thing would’ve eaten you in one bite.

You'd found a small nook of fresh water, deep enough to swim. There was a rope swing tethered to a branch which made your secret spot feel only slightly spoiled, under the notion that someone else had gotten there first. Never the matter, every time you went, it was empty. Your whoops and hollers, and the narrative of whatever make-believe game you had come up to play, filled the air. It probably carried through to JJ’s house, which was nearest the spot that only JJ and you knew.

“Ahoy!” you growled, jumping out from behind a bush. “Gimme your gold and nobody gets hurt.”

“If I’m getting hurt then there’s gonna be two funerals!” JJ returned loudly as he unsheathed his sword.

You advanced forward with yours, already posed for fight. JJ slashed in return and the two of you heard the clink of metal hitting metal. You swung and sparred, dancing around the bank of the water. Bare feet treaded over pine needles and rotting, fallen leaves, damp from the water from when the rain pushed the level to rise yesterday.

Gasping, you ducked to avoid a deadly swing of JJ’s sword to your head.

“You’re gonna regret that, matey!” you threatened, and with that, drove him into the water. Before you could break free, JJ was pulling you in with him, and the two of you became submerged.

The water was cold. The continuous flow of it meant there was no time for the sun to heat it, least of all through the leaves above them. There was only one break in the trees where you could see the blue sky fully. You broke to the surface first, then JJ. The two of you were grinning as they clambered to your feet. The water came up to your waists, though only to your parent’s middle thighs most probably. Not that your parents knew their spot. This was sacred ground. When you'd found it, you had demanded that JJ keep it a secret.

“Cross your heart, won’t tell no other,” you'd said. JJ did as you asked and you grinned that same carefree grin as you copied. JJ was still warming up to ask youif John B could join. As the summer had gone on, he’d become closer and closer to Big John’s successor.

“You’ll never find me gold!” JJ announced, holding his sword above his head with one arm. “It dies with me!”

“As will I!” you countered loudly.

Another battle, bloodier than ever, and JJ ended up on his back on the wet bank, dripping from head to toe. His t-shirt was drenched, sticking to his sun-kissed skin, and you stood over him in your sopping blue summer dress. Your skin sparkled with the sheen of the water under the sunlight. It was as if the heavens were blessing you.

Your sword’s tip met his chin, driving his head backwards and up.

“Any last words, Maybank? Your crew is nowhere in sight,” you snarled.

JJ grinned. “Kiss my ass.”

You couldn’t help but gasp out a laugh. Taking advantage, JJ batted the sword off of him and drove his into your chest in one fluid motion. You stumbled backwards with another gasp, this time more dramatic. Holding the handle of the sword, you gently pulled it from her chest.

“You’ll rue this day,” you warned weakly.

Then, you tumbled backwards into the water to meet your untimely demise.

A hand searched for your arm and wrapped around your bicep, pulling you up to sit.

“What does ‘rue’ mean?” JJ asked you.

You sat in the water.

“I don’t know,” youreplied. “I just heard them say it in a movie once.”

“Hm,” JJ thought.

He sat himself beside you. You were no longer pirates battling over treasure. Instead, you were best friends for the summer. At that age, of seven-turning-eight, friendships come fast and easy. All what matters is if you’re any good at gallivanting and sword fighting, or running secret missions against the Russians and English, or racing from one house to another. Not what clothes you wear or how much money you have, or if you’re a kook or a pogue.

“I should probably go home soon,” JJ said. The sun was getting crisper, more orange, warning of dusk.

“You could stay for dinner at our house if you like,” you offered.

JJ thought it over. “I’d have to ask my parents.”

“Okay. I can come with you, if you like.”

“That’s alright,” JJ said. He got to his feet and you got to yours. “Come on.”

The two of you made their way out of the hiding spot and back into real life. A slight shiver had begun to run up your back now that you weren’t racing around in battle. It was a chillier night. You came to JJ’s house first. He hesitated as he looked up at the door. There was a faint ruckus coming from inside. You stood beside him and stared up. He’d been in your house plenty of times, but you’d never been in his. Come to think, you'd never met his parents.

“You gonna ask?” you wondered.

JJ didn’t look at you as he nodded. His eyes remained focused on the door.

“Yeah. Just…wait here a moment,” he said quietly.

JJ approached the house and made his way up the porch steps slowly, then opened the shutter. To the back door he went. He took a breath before pushing it open and walked into his home.

You stood in the garden and waited.

The ruckus was getting louder and it began to sound like voices, shouting. A woman and a man. There was the sound of something being shoved, maybe a table, and then a loud smash of a plate. You gasped and felt your heart begin to pick up. This wasn’t the same sort of heartbeat as when you were battling JJ on the water banks. This was true fear. The type you'd felt when you were face to face with the gator. It only seemed to speed up the louder the hollering got.

“Leave her alone!” you heard JJ’s young voice yell.

A crisp, clean noise echoed in your ears.

Skin hitting skin.

JJ’s unmistakeable screech.

You couldn’t stop yourself from taking flight. You raced to your house, up the street.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

There was the sound of something tapping. It wasn’t a regular tapping, like a leaky drain dripping outside. It came and went for ages, then again, maybe louder or quieter. You groaned and tucked your head under her duvet, hoping it would pass. It wouldn’t. You tossed your sheet off and flicked on your lamp. Staring to the window, you waited for it to come again. For a long while, it didn’t. Then: clink.

“Are you joking me?” you mumbled sleepily, getting up. You trudged to the window and pulled up your blind. It was dark outside. The sound of crickets and a distant owl hooting was the only sound you were met with when you pushed the window up and open. Looking around, there was nothing save for your back garden.

“Psst!”

You frowned and looked down. There stood JJ. He was in his pyjamas, barefoot.

“JJ?”

He replied with your name as if checking, nervous. You heard him sniffle.

“What are you doing? It’s really late,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes to help them adjust.

JJ rubbed his arm.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?” you asked, trying to keep your voice to a whisper. JJ looked up at you again and now, with your eyes adjusted, you could make out tear streaks.

“Can I sleep over, do you think?”

Glancing briefly to your bedroom door, you wondered what your parents might say. They liked JJ for the most part. He was polite when he came around. They knew he made a good friend for their daughter. Besides, it was the summer break. Why couldn’t you have a sleepover? You looked back down to him and nodded.

“Can you climb up?”

You lived in a lodge, the same as most of the people on the cut. It was elevated from the ground by a meter or more. JJ nervously eyed up the wall before shaking his head.

“Do you have a rope or something?”

You turned around and searched your room. You could tie together your bedsheets and blankets, like they did in the movies. No, that wouldn’t work.

“Ah,” you said.

You spotted a skipping rope hung up on the back of your bedroom door. Grabbing it, you came back to the window and lowered it down. JJ wasn’t particularly large. You were the same height and nearly the same weight. His shoulders were a little broader and his legs a little longer, but save for that, you were equals. You believed you might be able to tug him up.

“Grab on.”

JJ began to climb up the wall, using your rope to help. You struggled as you held it steady, managing his weight only just. He came to the windowsill and got a grip, clambering in. You helped him step down into your room. In the full light of your bedroom, you could make out his running tears. On his left cheek was a bright pink mark, almost the perfect shape of a hand.

“Oh JJ,” you mumbled.

That only seemed to make him cry more. You quickly wrapped her arms around him in a hug. It made you feel better to be hugged whenever you scraped your knee or fell off your bike. JJ hugged you back, crying into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he wailed, voice small and fragile like a fixed China plate.

“You don’t gotta be sorry,” you told him quietly.

When JJ had cried most of his tears, you pulled away and closed your window. JJ made his way to your bed, burying himself under the pink and orange duvet. He mumbled something about his head hurting. You closed the blinds, climbed in too, turning off your lamp. You tucked your white childhood bear, named August bear, under one arm.

You lay in silence for a moment. This was different to the other sleepover you'd been to. You'd only been to one, for a girl classmate’s birthday. The other girls and you had spent all night whispering, giggling about anything and everything. The birthday girl’s mom had shushed you several times. Here, all there could be to hear was JJ’s shaking breaths and occasionally sniffs.

“JJ?” you whispered. It was dark now and you couldn’t make out his face.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

“I think…I think your house is haunted,” you told him quietly.

JJ sniffed. “Why’s that?”

“Well, your dad’s always mad,” you explained in a hush. “I think something in there takes control of him and…the ghosts are messing with you all.”

JJ’s face was slowly coming into view. His pale skin and blue eyes. Thin lips, still trembling, and nose redden from crying. “You think so?”

“Mhm,” you said.

You found his hand under the blanket and clasped it tightly.

“I think you should come live with me and…and we can be pirates, and sleep at sea, out in the secret spot, and never have to answer to anyone ever again. We won’t have to go to school when summer ends. And you won’t have to hide anymore.”

“That sounds nice,” JJ yawned.

Contagiously, you yawned too. “Yeah. It does.”

Closing your eyes, you felt herself beginning to drift off once more. Your hand remained enclosed around JJ’s. A strong grip, tight like a bowline knot. Then, JJ whispered your name.

“Mhm?”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, smelly,” you hummed.

~*~*~*~*~*

A tapping at the door came. Three rhythmic knocks. Your face lit up and you got up from the breakfast table to answer it.

“Coming!” you called. You'd grown a little over the last school year and didn’t need to go on your tiptoes no more to open the door. On the other side stood JJ, smiling.

"Morning smelly!"

“Morning,” he said. He walked into the now familiar house. Two years of friendship meant he had become a local in your household. “Did I miss breakfast?”

“Nope,” you said, walking to the table with him.

“Morning JJ,” your mom said. She plated him up two pancakes and handed him the syrup as he took the spare seat around the table.

“Morning,” JJ said politely. He was always polite to your parents.

Your dad sat to the left, saying a hi behind the paper. He came alive in the afternoons. Your mom rubbed her swollen belly. JJ had never seen a pregnant woman before. At first, he was worried an alien was growing inside of her. When he told you that, you nearly died with laughter. It wasn’t the greatest feeling to be on the receiving end.

“What’re you kids plans for the day, then?” your mom asked as she took her seat.

“We might go fishing,” JJ said, lathering his pancakes. “There’s some good spots near the marsh.”

“Not the marsh,” you said. Still afraid of the gators, even after two years.

JJ rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you gotta be careful of them gators,” he told you. He grinned as he lent over to steal a slice of bacon off your place. “They might bite!”

“Hey!” you complained, shoving him in the shoulder.

“Easy you two,” your mom chuckled. “What about John B? He coming with?”

“Maybe. We could go by his and ask,” JJ said to you. You nodded.

Your twosome became a threesome towards the end of the first summer. After playing pirates for the majority of your break, they had decided to invite John B to join. Your friendship with JJ was already set in stone (with him sleeping over almost every other night, though neither of you spoke about why), but considering you went to a different school to them both (a Catholic joint for girls only), your friendship with John B had mostly blossomed at the weekends or in the evenings after school like moonflower. Winter was filled playing games mostly inside, and spring in the grass largely. But now summer was back, school done with, and at the age of nine, there was little else more important than fishing, swimming and playing pretend in the wake.

The two of you polished off your breakfast and you finished getting dressed. Then, out you headed on your pushbikes. You stopped by John B’s, said hi to his dad, JJ stealing another slice of toast in the process, and then your trio went off to the jetty with the promise of being safe. John B had learnt how to drive his dad’s boat, so long as you stayed within a certain area, and JJ was becoming a natural fisher like his dad. You made yourself useful in anyway that you could. It seemed your blessing was swimming. You were strong in the water, could hold your breath the longest. You had taught JJ how to backflip off the jetty.

“I caught one!” JJ hollered. He tugged on the rod, struggling a moment. Reeling in a fish, he whooped loudly. It wasn’t exactly large but compared to the three nine-year-olds, anything was a marlin.

You did a little victory dance.

“Think we could have it for dinner?” John B wondered. His brown hair blew around in the summer breeze.

You pinched the still wiggling fish off the rod and dangled it in John B’s face. He cringed and scrambled away.

“Gross!”

You laughed like a mad man and then tossed it back in the water.

JJ whined. your name in complaint.

“What!? That thing wasn’t good enough to eat,” you said.

“I could’ve used it for bait,” JJ said.

“Oh,” you went meek. “Sorry.”

JJ kept his forlorn expression a moment longer as he got to his feet.

“You’re gonna be!”

With that, he pushed you in the water. You gave out a small squeal as you tumbled in. Before you hit the surface, you heard JJ’s mad laughter. An idea popped into your head. You broke to the surface, gasping for air and thrashing like you'd seen a guy do on TV.

“Help!” you gargled.

JJ panicked, leaning over and calling your name.

You kept your hands above you, splashing around. JJ tried to grab onto you. The moment you felt his hand in yours, a wicked grin came to your face, and you tugged him in too. When he came to the surface, you were cackling away, treading water comfortably as if going on a brisk jog.

“Hilarious,” he muttered, splashing at you. You splashed him back.

John B muttered something snidey about third-wheeling, and JJ and yourself shared a look. One nod then another, and the two pirates were hijacking the ship and pulling the third of their gang into the water too.

After swimming around for what felt like hours, the three of you clambered back into the small rowboat. Cheeks aching from laughter and chests heaving, you collapsed onto your backs. You grinned up at the sky. You wanted forever to feel this way. Lungs full, heart light, mind empty.

And hey - why couldn’t you?

~*~*~*~*~*

On his way back from school, JJ heard your laughter from your garden. He could recognise that sound anywhere. Walking over to your house, through to the back yard, he saw you sat on the porch steps. Your dad was sat with you, blowing bubbles in front of you both. The moment JJ came into sight, you were sitting up straighter, waving.

“I like your cap, smelly,” you said as he approached, nodding to his head.

JJ grinned and took it off. Placing it on your head, pushing down on the lip so it fell over your face, he said, “got it from my dad.”

“Nice,” you giggled, correcting it.

JJ smiled down at you. He was taller than you now, by a couple of inches.

It felt as though he had recently realised you were a girl. It sounded stupid, because JJ knew that you'd always been a girl, but when you were playing out it never seemed to matter. You were a good pirate nemesis and a decent fisher, and always up for a laugh. But in the latest school year, the girls had started whispering about the boys, nervously asking them to hold hands around the playground, playing kiss tag during lunch break. JJ and John B never got involved. They’d sit back and watch from a branch in a tree, talking about surfing. JJ was itching to try it out. His dad always raved about the waves.

You had nice hair though. Sun-stained skin and strawberry kissed lips. Your colourful eyes were squinting against the sun.

JJ stole back his cap and cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to distract his wandering thoughts.

“Wanna go get John B and head to the cove?” he wondered.

You turned and asked your dad. The answer was yes, so long as you were back before dark. With that, the two of you set off to John B’s place. JJ bumped your shoulder as you walked. You talked about school and your peers. Told stories about the fights that had broken out on the school yard. You complained about your school's mandatory summer dress's and the lack of good jello flavours in the canteen. JJ complained about only catching small fish and nothing big enough to fry.

When you went to retrieve John B, he complained that he was tired, and didn’t feel up to coming out. Walking to the pirates cove, JJ and you complained about John B not coming out to play when you hadn’t seen him in five days.

“He’s so lame,” you muttered, kicking a stone.

“What an asshole.”

“I don’t think he’s an asshole,” you said to JJ. “Sides, you shouldn’t say things like that.”

JJ shrugged. “My dad says it all the time.”

You eyed his side profile. “How are things, with your dad?”

JJ shoved his hands in his short pockets and shrugged again, watching his feet as you kept walking. “Fine.”

“He do anything lately? To you, I mean?”

He sniffed and looked the opposite way to you, at the houses. “What’s it matter?”

“Well…” You weren’t sure how to answer that. You sighed and conceded. “I guess it doesn’t.”

The rest of the walk to pirate cove was quiet. JJ felt badly and he wanted to apologise, though there wasn’t anything specific to apologise for. There was just a feeling itching at him that he’d upset you. As you came to the clearing which led to the cove, he stopped. You followed suit, watching him.

“Race?” he offered, giving you a small smile.

You grinned.

“Bring it.”

A countdown, feet poised and at the ready, and you were off. JJ stumbled over a tree root as he ran, making you laugh. You ran and ran until you got to the cove. There, panting, you had to accept defeat. JJ’s hand slapped the tree in victory.

“First!” he cheered.

You laughed.

“Best two out of three?” you wondered.

JJ eyed up where you stood, on the edge of the jump where the rope swing had been made. There was a small drop into the deeper part of the water. He grinned.

“Nah.”

Shoving you on the collarbones, you let out a screech as fell into the water. When you came to the surface, you were yelling all sorts of things at him. JJ knew you weren't really angry.

“Asshole!” you hollered.

JJ barked out a laugh.

“You said it!”

“Screw you!” you returned, making him laugh harder.

You swam to shore and unsheathed your sword. It was a little rusted from want of use, with school disrupting your battle. The older the two of you got, the more unnatural it was starting to feel to wield it. You raised it in threat of war. JJ raised a brow. Doing the same, he pulled out his own sword. Recently sharpened.

“You’re gonna regret that, Captain Maybank,” you said in a croaky voice.

“Argh,” JJ countered, advancing to you with his sword extended. “We’ll just have to see.”

The battle was bloody and brief. Though out of practise, you triumphed, with JJ dead on the dirt bank once more. Winning the fight, the map died with him, and thus the treasure. Upon realising this, you cried out a long, dramatic ‘noooo!’, dropping to your knees before falling flat on the dirt beside your defeated foe.

As you caught your breath, your smiles slowly fading, you watched the sky above. You'd fallen on the perfect spot where you could see it through the trees. Sun now lower, the days shorter thanks to fall, you sighed and folded your arms behind your head. JJ did the same.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” JJ wondered.

“Yeah, course.”

“Have you had your first kiss yet?”

You kept watching the sky. A bird flew by, merely a dark spec.

“No,” you said. “I mean, I go to an all-girls school, remember? Not many guys to be kissing.”

“You could kiss a girl.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Not sure if I wanna. Kiss a girl, that is.”

JJ nodded against the floor. He sighed and watched the leaves rustle in the breeze. A few fell.

“Have you had your first kiss?”

“No,” JJ admitted. Somewhat bashful and somewhat proud, he told you, “this girl Becky wanted to kiss me.”

“She did?”

“Mhm. But I didn’t feel like it.”

That was a lie. Ten year-old JJ was nervous as hell. Scared, even. He’d laughed it off with John B, was perhaps a little mean to Becky in the process, but she didn’t ask again. That was on Tuesday.

“What do you think it’s like?” you wondered. “I mean, they do it all the time in the movies.”

“Not sure,” JJ frowned. “Maybe wet?”

“Ew,” you laughed, snorting. You sat up and dusted the pine needles and dirt off your wet arms. They were already drying off. You looked down at him. His grey t-shirt was stained with dirt and dust. The red cap on his head sat funny, having been shifted since he laid down.

“We could always kiss,” you said.

JJ’s eyes darted to you.

“We could?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. You fiddled your fingers. “You and John B are the only boys I know.”

“Then why don’t you kiss John B?” JJ asked you, sitting up too.

You shrugged, looking to the water. “Just…don’t wanna.”

JJ considered your offer. He took you in as you watched the creek. Slightly imperfect features, sun-kissed cheeks, faintly rosy from running and playing. He’d rather kiss you than anybody else.

“Okay,” he said. You turned your head to face him.

“Okay.”

The two of you nervously giggled, then shifted around awkwardly. Somehow, you both ended up on your knees, facing one another. You had your hands clenched in little fists on your thighs. JJ had his buried in his short pockets. You stared at one another for a long minute, then slowly, nervously, leaned towards each other. You closed your eyes and JJ supposed he should do the same. That’s what they did in the films, after all. A gap, a falter, and then your lips clumsily met. It wasn’t a quick peck like JJ saw the other kids doing at school during kiss-tag. It also wasn’t long or passionate, like in the films. It just sort of…was. You pulled away first.

JJ opened his eyes just before you opened yours. His face was bright pink. You snorted before laughing altogether. JJ couldn’t help but copy. The two of you fell into hysterics.

“That was it?” you howled.

“What the hell is all the fuss about?” JJ agreed with a guffaw.

Your laughter echoed off the trees and rocks, and encased you in a joyous, jovial bubble.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

There were no more pirates, at pirates’ cove. Now, instead, you, JJ and John B would sit around on the dirt bank and listen to music. You passed stories back and forth about school, with the JJ’s become more and more filthy, making you and John B groan through your laughs. You often wished you went to the same school as JJ and John B. Jealousy tickled at your throat whenever you thought of the two of them hanging out without you throughout the day. You knew JJ didn’t love school. As you neared the age of thirteen, he joked about skipping class more often. You also had this weird feeling that he still preferred it to being at home. Just two nights ago he had slept at your house again. He had red markings around his neck, as if his dad had tried to choke him. As always, you didn’t ask and he didn’t explain. You just held his hand and let him sleep. Snuck him breakfast in the morning and helped him climb out your window. He didn’t need the rope as much anymore, having had a growth spurt over the summer. It remained your shared secret. It was the only one you had from John B now. Neither of you had said about keeping it on the downlow– you just mutually decide it was best to.

JJ’s aforementioned growth spurt hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. As the three of you passed stories about the boat race that happened a couple of days ago, in the first week of summer break, you found your eyes drifting to JJ. To the way his arms moved as he talked, the beginnings of muscles building since he started getting more obsessive with gym. Around his neck is a shark tooth necklace that you’d given him as a feel-better gift, a couple days after his mom left, a year ago now. It sits against his toned, sun-kissed chest. The black button-up shirt he was wearing hung lose on his frame.

“Hey! You wanna stop ogling JJ and answer the question?” John B asked, tossing a grape at you to get your attention.

You rolled your eyes at him and flipped him the bird. “In your dreams am I ogling JJ, John B.”

“Think they’re more like his dreams but whatever,” John B muttered. To that, JJ flipped him off too.

“What was your question, then?” you asked.

“Wanna go hang out at the docks? See if there’s some odd jobs that need doing? We might be able to earn a couple of bucks or something,” John B said.

You shrugged. That actually didn’t sound half bad. So, finishing your soda, you nodded and got to your feet. “Let’s do it.”

“I’m telling you,” JJ began as he stood up, too. “This guy Heyward gave me a twenty just for helping wash down his boat the other day.”

“You’re full of shit,” you told him, rolling your eyes.

“I swear to God! A whole twenty!” JJ argued back loudly. His voice cracked in the process, making you and John B share a snigger. “Fuck off.”

“Oh, someone’s got their panties in a twist,” you whistled with a grin.

“You think I wear panties?” JJ asked you, raising a brow. The three of you had started walking by then, out of the marsh.

“I know it,” you quipped back.

JJ grinned boyishly and sprinted ahead, back facing you, before promptly mooning you and John B. You both groaned, shaking your heads at him as he broke into hysterics.

“You’re so gross, JJ,” you muttered, pretending to gag.

“Lucy don’t think so,” he cockily replied, falling back into step with the two of you.

“Lucy? That the flavour of the week, huh?” you teased.

JJ rolled his eyes, smirking. “She’s cute. She’s got this wonderful, enormous—”

He gestured graphically to his chest.

“-Personality.”

“You need help, JJ,” John B said in response, making you laugh.

It seemed the moment JJ had become an official teenager, he started thinking more with his dick than his head. Girls weren’t blind to him. He was a good-looking kid; funny and outgoing and rebellious. One of the girls in your friendship group at school had a crush on him, too. Had started asking you all about him: his favourite food and favourite music. Shamelessly, she wore a band tee-shirt of The Kooks (which hung so big on her, you suspected it was from her dad’s wardrobe) the next day when the two of you went to the boneyard to hang out. The older kids didn’t much like you guys there, but when there was enough of you, they seemed to tolerate it. You had stuffed down the joy you had gotten when seeing how JJ barely even glanced at her.

The docks were rather quiet that day. Miss Amy nodded hello to the three of you as you walked down the jetty. JJ made a crude joke about her to John B, earning a shove in the shoulder as the former boy laughed. You petted one of the fishermen’s dogs as you passed another boat. Then, you were walking up near Heyward’s. There was a boy sat outside, reading a book.

“Yo. Heyward in?” JJ asked him.

The boy looked up. Dark skin and dark hair, eyes wide as if surprised someone was talking to him. “He had to head out for a bit.”

“Damnit,” JJ sighed, looking to you and John B.

“Why? What’d you need?” the guy asked.

“We’re just looking to see if we can make a couple bucks,” JJ told him.

John B clarifies what he meant by adding, “we helped him out with some groceries the other day.”

“Oh,” the guy nodded. “You guys from around here, too?”

“Sorta,” you replied. “We go to Kildare High.”

“Me too,” he smiled. You smiled back. He seemed like a nice guy. A little awkward and tense, but friendly, nonetheless. “I’m Pope.”

You introduced yourself, shaking his outstretched hand. John B did the same and JJ nodded at him, dropping his name last.

“There’s no groceries to run but the boat needs a clean,” Pope told you all, rising to his feet. “I was just gonna finish this chapter before doing it.”

“We’re down to help if you like,” John B said.

“How much for, like?”

“JJ!” You scolded.

He held his hands up. “What? Just asking! Not gonna do slave labour!”

“Ignore him,” you said to Pope. You looked to the jetty. “Which one’s yours?”

“This one,” Pope said, pointing. It’s painted white; a little well-loved but still in good nick. He put his book down after dog-earing the page. You couldn’t help but take a scan of the cover. The World Of Autopsies.

Following his lead, you grabbed at buckets and sponges. Pope unravelled the hose pipe and pulled it with him as you headed towards the boat. JJ messed with his cap, chatting to John B about fishing, and you fell in foot with Pope.

“What’s that book you’re reading?”

“It’s about autopsies,” Pope replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed as he looked at his feet.

“What? They didn’t have any copies of Jekyll and Hyde left?” you joked.

He smiled at that. “I wanna be a coroner, when I graduate high school.”

“Damn, you’re thinking about after high school? I don’t even think past after this year,” you chuckled.

“I don’t even think past after today!” JJ added loudly.

“You don’t have any reason to!” you called back snidely. He stuck his tongue out at you.

The three of you climbed aboard and got to cleaning. The conversation came naturally; cracking jokes and telling stories, getting to know Pope. Already, he was starting to feel like he was slotting quite comfortably into your strange little gang of pirates. JJ took the piss out of him rather a lot, but you knew that he liked him; could tell by the way he kept asking him questions and offering him help.

As you hosed down the deck, JJ scrubbed away at a stain on the flagpole. A wasp flew at you. Made you screech and dodge out of the way, sending the water stream messy. It hit JJ and drenched him in a second. He shouted out your name in a curse.

“Sorry!”

JJ rolled his eyes, finding his smile, and grabbed at the bucket of soapy water. You already knew what he was thinking. Laughing, you went to start running, but he was so fast (legs now so much longer than yours) and caught up easily, tipping the water on you. Screaming from the cold, you directed the hose pipe on him, aiming for his face. The two of you laughed, starting to wrestle as he battled for the hose, and you feel like pirates again, just as you were when you were seven.

Finally, easing up, the two of you broke apart. Your chest ached from laughing. JJ wiped his face and took off his soaked cap to brush back his hair. Then, his eyes fell on you.

Laughing, pointing at you, he said, “you’re looking way to hot right now.”

You looked down to see that the t-shirt you were wearing was now see-through from the wet, sticking to your bralette. Rolling your eyes mirthfully, trying to fight off the heat that was rushing to your cheeks, you messed with your top so it was no longer pasted to your skin.

“If you two are done flirting, I’ve got some drinks for you kids for your hard work,” a deep voice called.

You and JJ spun around to come face to face with Heyward. He was holding up a tray of plastic cups. The warmth in your face only got worse. JJ mumbled something along the lines of ‘we’re not flirting’ under his breath as the two of you dumb your stuff. Stepping off the boat, hose pipe now switched off, you, JJ, John B and Pope all enjoyed a drink, an unspoken, newly formed foursome.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

At sixteen came the year of experimenting. Alcohol and weed and cigarettes. A few classmates were now in relationships. First kisses were a thing of the past and instead gossip consisted of sex. Who did what? How far did they go? Conversations like that were made for JJ. Sat around at John B’s house, you sat next to the latest member of the group (Kiara), he’d divulge in dirty stories of debauchery which none of you asked for, but all would listen to, semi-curious. Especially the boys. John B was already leaning towards being a hopeless romantic. He’d revealed to you, one night, his crush on a certain Kook girl. You tried your best not to laugh him out of your room. There’s was no chance in hell anything like that could ever work out. Pope was less awkward with you guys now, but still useless with girls. Flirting was like a foreign tongue to him. Kiara didn’t seem all that interested in dating. You and she had never talked about crushes or guys.

“I swear man, this girl was going down on me like she was thirsty,” JJ grinned, smug and sure of himself.

You gagged into your drink, making Kie laugh.

“You’re so full of shit,” Pope told him.

“Dude, I’m telling you. Getting your dick sucked is like the best feeling in the world,” JJ gloated.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Kiara asked, rolling her eyes.

John B seemed happy to indulge. “So, my dad’s got a new trial he thinks with this gold—”

“Not about the gold!” the four of you chorused at him. John B shrunk back into his seat around the fire, taking a swig of his beer, wincing at the taste. None of you really liked it all that much, yet.

“Well, my parents are still leaning towards sending me to Kook Academy,” Kie said.

You frowned. “Really?”

“Mhm. I’ve managed to convince them to let me stay another year, but I think when I turn seventeen, it’s gonna happen.”

“Damn,” you said.

“Well, we’ll still, like, come hang out with you,” JJ told her.

“Gee, thanks, JJ,” Kiara sarcastically quipped at his luke-warm sentiment.

“Yeah. I’m sure your life is going to be lacking without JJ’s sex-stories,” you joked.

“Jealousy is a disease, babe. Get better,” he said to you, semi-bitter.

The conversation fell into talks about school and summer. Daydreaming for the endless days, when the sun rises at four and sets at midnight. Life feels infinite then, full of endless possibilities. Possibilities that you dote in, like how maybe JJ might snap out of dating this endless string of girls and look at you for once as more than a friend. You knew it was a pipe dream. After being his friend for so long, it seemed pathetic to think he might be able to picture you outside of that box. No matter. He was still your best friend.

“I gotta get going home,” Pope eventually said.

“Me too,” Kie agreed, getting up.

“You guys staying?” John B asked you and JJ.

You shook your head. “Sorry, Stinky. My parents asked for me back for midnight, so I’m already past curfew.”

John B smiled at the nickname. JJ was Smelly so it only seemed right for John B to be Stinky. Downing the last of your beer, you groaned and got to your feet. JJ stood up too.

“I better head as well before my old man gets ticked off,” JJ sighed.

The two of you share a look. You know it was bullshit; he was crashing at your place tonight, just like he did almost every night. The last fight him and his dad got in got bloody. JJ was strong enough to fight back now. He didn’t cry like he did when he was a kid. Just got angry. More times when he’d show up to your house after a row, he’d be seething, cussing his dad out and tugging at his hair. It scared you to see him collapse under the pressure like that. It seemed more and more like there was this tension lying under him. Part of it must’ve been inherited from his dad – his short-fused temper – but it seemed the happy-household he lived in only coaxed it out of him further.

“Ciao ciao,” JJ called as the two of you walked away from the chateau.

“Later Pogues,” John B hollered back.

“Pogues?” you mumbled, looking to JJ.

“Like Pogies? Scum-fish?”

“Ah,” you said, nodding.

“I like the sound of it,” JJ said.

You hummed your agreement. He fixed his cap. This one was green. He got it cheap from a thrift shop.

“Hey, smelly?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?” you wondered.

“I feel like you’re going to anyway,” he chuckled.

“Is sex…Like, is it actually that good?” you asked. You want to look at him when you do, but you can’t seem to be able to hold his gaze. Found it easier to casually look at the ground ahead.

JJ shrugged; hands shoved in his short pockets. “Depends. Sometimes it’s better than other times.”

You nodded.

“Why?”

“Just wondering,” you mumbled.

The two of you don’t talk more about it. You walked back to your house in near silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or tense. Routine as always, you headed up the front door and quietly call out to your parents who are sat in the living room, watching television. You snuck past your younger brother’s door to his bedroom before walking into your own. Opening the window, you started taking off your jewellery at your dresser whilst he clambered through the window. He grabbed his toothbrush from your make-up brush pot, checked the cost of the corridor before darting into the bathroom. By the time he’s done, you were in your pyjamas and sat on the bed, scrolling through Instagram.

JJ borrowed your comb to start taming his hair. He’s stood in front of your mirror, in a pair of gym-style shorts that hang low on his waist. You do your best not to look at him, stood half-naked, abs on proud display. It feels wrong for you too.

“You haven’t had sex yet, right?”

You have to look up from your phone with that.

“What?”

“You haven’t slept with anyone yet, have you?” he repeated.

“Well…No, I guess not,” you mumbled.

JJ looked to you. “Why not?”

You laughed, trying your best to keep your voice down. “Nobody’s really into me like that.”

“Bullshit,” JJ immediately said.

“What?”

“Bull-shit! I know Matty P was asking you to the kegger just last week. That guy’s so horny for you – it’s obvious,” JJ replied.

You rolled your eyes and looked back down at your phone. “He’s also a sad loser who thinks owning a designer watch is an entire personality trait.”

JJ sniggered. “True.”

“I mean, everyone knows it’s fake,” you chuckled. It seemed to work, your distraction from the topic. You didn't think there would be anyway for you to subtly explain how you hadn't entertained the idea of someone else, in the hopes that one day, JJ might want you back.

You move to crawl under the bedsheets as JJ finished up on his hair. He took his spot and you yours, like always, and you flick off your lamp. There’s nothing but a single string of fairy lights keeping your room lit up. They hang above your bedroom door, batteries half-dead, only half-lit. Sighing, you turned off your phone and dumped it in on the bedside table. JJ got comfy, shifting around under the sheets. He smelt of cologne and smoke from the bonfire.

As he laid on his back, you laid on your side, facing the wall. You felt wide awake.

“You remember when we kissed?”

Wide wide awake.

“You mean back at Pirates’ Cove?”

“Yeah,” JJ said lowly into the darkness of the room.

“I mean, yeah. I remember it,” you replied. Silence. “Why?”

“Just thinking about it,” JJ mumbled. Frowning, you wondered what he could mean.

“In what way?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. You hear the rustle of the duvet as he turned onto his side. You weren’t sure if he was facing you or the other wall. “Just how that was the first time I sort of realised you were a girl.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You moved the blanket to muffle the noise. Rolling over, you come to find he was facing you. There was barely enough space for Jesus to fit between you both. Maybe his arm, might?

“Flattering, smelly,” you mumbled. Both of you sported lazy smiles.

“You look so different now,” JJ told you.

“I should hope so. That was six years ago,” you replied.

“Shit. Was it that long ago?” he checked. You nodded. “So, we’ve been friends for…”

“Nine years,” you finished.

“Nine years,” JJ echoed.

There was a strange sadness to his voice, like time passed too quickly. He was so much older now. Youth still there but mellowed, from his dad and his mom and his life. One would think adult things like sex and drinking would make him more mature, but it just screamed out him being young. Wanting to experience everything the world can offer, as if he might drop dead tomorrow.

“You know the first time you slept here,” you began, “you were crying. It was after your dad hit you.”

“He’d been laying into my ma,” JJ said, filling in the blanks. “I tried to get him off her and he just went for me instead.”

“I told you something.”

“I know,” JJ smiled. “You told me my house was haunted.”

“I really thought it was,” you chuckled soberly. “And I really thought if we just moved to pirates’ cove, everything would be fixed.”

“I know,” JJ said. “I believed you. I…I remember thinking that it was one of the nicest things you’d ever said to me, when you did.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I think…”

He cut himself with a sigh, eyes drifting down, away from your gaze. For some reason, it makes your heartbeat viscerally harder.

“You think?” you encouraged, staring at him.

“I think that was the moment I realised I liked you.”

“Well, obviously. We’re friends, JayJ. I knew—”

“No,” he said, cutting you off, firm. His eyes are boring into yours, as if he can see into your thoughts. Your short-lived smile faded. “I mean that I realised I liked liked you. That I had a crush on you.”

You licked your lips nervously. “When we were kids?”

JJ’s fingers brushed against your own, under the blankets. He tangled his into yours, intertwining your hands, just like you had done when you were kids. You couldn’t tell who moved first, but the two of you start to kiss. You sighed against his lips, bringing up a hand to stroke at his jaw, feeling half-detached from your body. Is this real? Is this actually happening? The moment JJ’s teeth gently nipped at your lower lip was your answer. Yes.

All the other girls and all the other bullshit faded away. It didn’t matter to you, in that moment. JJ was tethered to you from the start, since you were kids. Everybody could see it coming – maybe even you – that the two of you would tumble through life together. It just needed time to grow, like nurturing a rare but beautiful flower. Yes, you thought, as the kiss deepens and the hands explored; good things take time.

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munsons-hellfire · 1 year

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Mutual Feelings | JJ Maybank

SUMMARY: Jennifer Murdock, or Jenn for short has feelings for JJ, but thinks that he doesn't feel the same way about her. But after getting trapped in a fantasy world and escaping she might just be wrong about the way that JJ feels about her.

PAIRINGS: JJ Maybank x Fem!Character

REQUESTED BY: KindLittleTribrid (through Wattpad in Eye Of The Flames )

CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns, Mild Cursing, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoy this. This is my first one shot, cross-posted from Wattpad onto here. More one shots to come! And my main Wattpad and Backup Wattpad are linked in my Masterlist.

WORD COUNT: 4.3K Words

The sun shined brightly in Jennifer Murdock's room. Sighing softly she removed the covers off her body and turned herself, throwing her feet onto the cold floor. Jenn moved around her room changing into a tank top and jean shorts. Afterwards she grabbed a hold of her shoes and slipped them on. Work was calling her name, she was always so excited to get to work in the morning during the summer.

Spending time with books allowed her to escape for her burning reality, things were great but sometimes they could be better. Grabbing her phone and her bag she made her way out of the room and down the steps. Her mother was cooking breakfast and her father was reading a newspaper. She looked around for a brief moment as she came to a stop in the doorway. Something seemed odd to her, something wasn't right but she just couldn't place it.

"Everything all right, Jenn?" Her father voiced, looking up from his newspaper, his brown eyes rested on her. Jenn locked eyes with her father and placed a bright bubbly smile on her face.

She sent him a soft nod before saying, "yes, just excited for work like always." Her feet pulled her over to the table and she sat down next to her father. A plate was already at it's place and some food sat on the table begging to be eaten.

"Dig in, you want a balanced meal before you go to work, Jenn." Her mother said walking over to them and placing pancakes down on the table with the rest of the food. Jenn wasted no time in grabbing the food, placing it on the plate and digging into it. "Will you be with your friends after work?"

"Uh, yeah, we are having a bonfire tonight, so I might get home late."

"As long as you have fun, sweetie." Her father sent her a smile and focused back on the newspaper. Eventually her mother sat down to eat with them, and before Jenn knew it she was riding her bike to the library for her shift.

Jenn was working until 2, afterwards she would be meeting up with JJ, John B, his girlfriend Sarah Cameron, Kiara, and Pope. She smiled brightly as the wind brushed through her long locks. Skidding to a stop, she pulled her bike up to the post and locked it tight. Heading into the library, she greeted her co-workers and moved to the back clocking in for her shift. It was a slow day to say the least, Jenn has spent the first half of her shift putting books back on their respective shelves.

When it came time for her 15 minute break she went to the back and ate her lunch. It was a lunch that her mother packed. Opening up the lunch bag she looked at the contents of the food, a sandwich, an apple, a cheese stick, and a fresh cookie. But as she sat there she looked around again, noticing that something didn't add up.

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JJ, John B, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah Cameron all had panicked looks on their faces. Jenn had opted to go into a house that they knew nothing about and now she was trapped inside the house with no escape. They could see her lying on the floor in the first room, but the windows were blocked off and it meant that they couldn't get into the room through the outside.

"Why did she have to go in there?" JJ questioned his friends, the panic running through his voices. He was desperate to get into the house and into that room to make sure that Jenn was okay. He couldn't lose her.

"She volunteered. We should've stuck together like always." Kiara mentioned, though her comment didn't really seem to ease him in the slightest. The others weren't oblivious to the feelings that JJ and Jenn held for each other. It was clear to them that they both liked each other but both were in their own ways too stubborn to see it.

"There's got to be another way into this house." Pope implied.

"Maybe there's something in the back that we missed." Sarah spoke up, looking around at her friends while briefly looking back at JJ.

"Why did she have to open that damn box?" JJ questioned once more, only changing what he asked this time. "What if we can't wake her up?" To say he wasn't worried about Jenn was an understatement. He was scared to lose her, he was scared that she wouldn't be able to come out of whatever dream-like state she was in.

"JJ, Jenn is strong, and she will wake up, we'll get her out of this." Kiara said, hoping to give him some kind of hope. He needed it right now, because if he didn't have it he was going to fall apart.

The blonde boy switched his eyes around looking for something that would help them get into the house. They couldn't use the key, because it was on Jenn's unconscious body in the room that was also locked. Not finding anything that could help them, he took Sarah's suggestion. He was the first one to take off running towards the back of the house with the others eventually following behind him.

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Jenn had finished her lunch and went back to work finishing up placing books into the correct order and or in the correct section if they had been misplaced. 2 o'clock rolled around quicker than she imagined it would. Heading to the back one more time for the day she clocked out and grabbed her things. Saying goodbye to the coworkers, she headed outside and unlocked her bike. She was going to head home so she could change her clothes, she knew very well that no one would be home at this hour.

Pulling up to the small house, the bike fell to the grass and she walked towards the front door. Keys were now in her hand and she was unlocking the front door. Quickly entering into the house she made her way up the steps towards her room. After making it into her room she dropped her things and proceeded to change into different clothes that were more suited for a bonfire on the beach. It was supposed to be a small party, but she was sure that a few of the kooks would be there as well.

And if that was a case then it wouldn't be a small party. Once finished she grabbed her backpack and slipped it on heading out of her room and down the steps, briefly looking at the pictures that rested on the wall. She stopped on the last step where a picture taken of her and her parents on the day of her birth stood. Tilting her head she looked closer at the picture, it was one she had never seen before so why all of a sudden was it here now. Her mother and father were staring straight at her in the photograph, while holding onto her younger self.

Taking a deep breath she released it giving the photo one last glance before exiting out of her home and locking the door. Heading back to her bike she took off riding to John B's house where she would be meeting everyone. They were going to hang out for a bit at John B's house and then head out to the beach where the party was supposed to be, which is another reason why Jenn thought that there would be more people than she had been told would be there. Like always she was so excited to see her friends.

The last few days had been busy for her with work, and because of that Jenn hadn't been able to see anyone and that included JJ. Jenn very much missed the blonde boy that no matter what she was feeling always seemed to brighten her day. Catching her breath, she climbed off the bike and placed it against the wall outside John B's house. Then she found her feet dragging her towards the door, opening it and walking in where everyone was.

"Finally, it took you long enough to get here!" Kiara shouted, with a bright smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Sorry, sorry. Had to go home and get changed into something else." Jenn replied, walking over to Kiara and sitting down next to her. Sarah sat with John B, while Pope and JJ were next to each other. JJ was of course staring at Jenn, however she didn't seem to pick up on his eyes. "Please tell me that this party is going to be just us?" Carefully Jenn looked around at everyone, her eyes eventually falling onto JJ who was still staring at her.

"There's gonna be a few others, but I promise nothing big." John B informed her. Even though he had said it she didn't trust his words. Jenn was sure that what was supposed to be a small party of just them would be a big party which meant that she would have to socialize with more people than she wanted too. It's not that she had issues with people because she didn't, Jenn just wanted to be around the people she trusted and knew the most.

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JJ and the others made it to the back of the house. He pushed into the door trying to break it down but something was blocking it from the inside. Sarah and Kie were searching for something that could get them into the house. The two walked onto the side of the house searching what was on the property of the abandoned house. Sarah gently smacked Kie's arm and pointed to some doors in front of them.

They cautiously moved towards the doors, eventually coming to a stop. It was cellar doors and they assumed that it led them to a basement which meant that they would have a way to get into the house. And if they had a way in then they might just be able to save Jenn from whatever nightmare she was in. The two girls came to a stop at the doors and noticed that there was no lock which meant they could in fact get into the house.

"Guys, over here." Sarah shouted as loud as she could, turning her head slightly. Pope, JJ, and John B peered around the corner and looked at where Sarah and Kiara were standing. Eventually the three joined their sides and stared down at what the two had found.

"Looks like we found our way in." Kiara mentioned, pointing to the doors.

"Let's go then." JJ said, launching forward and pulling the wooden doors to the basement open. They fell into the slightly tall grass, spider webs encased the steps slightly but that wasn't stopping JJ from getting to Jenn. JJ walked forward, being the first to walk down the set of stairs. One by one the others followed behind him. When they were in the basement of the house they made sure to stay close, as they didn't know what was in the house.

There were more spider webs in the basement, some rested on the rotting wood that was being taken over by termites and other small creatures. They stepped on small shards of glass, it crackled beneath their feet as they made their way towards the set of old steps that looked too dangerous for all of them to be on at one time. JJ looked back at his friends, they had come to a stop in front of the rotting steps. A plan had been forming in his head, that much was clear.

"One at a time, slow and steady." JJ spoke softly, turning back towards the steps.

He moved forward slowly lifting his right foot up slightly and placing it down on the step. Soon his left foot followed behind only it was placed onto the second step. He continued to repeat this process until he was at the top. His hand grazed the door knob and he turned it pushing the door open, listening to it creak as it swung open. The door hit the other side of the wall and once it was out of the way JJ stepped off the final step turning back around to look at his friends.

He so badly wanted to run to the front of the house and find a way into the room that Jenn was in but he had to wait until all his friends had made it safely up the rotting steps. Sarah was next, she repeated the same thing that JJ had done. She was careful to avoid the steps that he had to avid so he wouldn't fall through. After Sarah made it to the top and was with JJ, Kiara went next. Pope followed behind Kiara after she had made it to the top, and then John B went last. After making it to the top the five moved cautiously towards the front of the house.

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The group of 6 arrived at the beach as the sun started to set, and as expected there were already more people than she had counted for. She knew for a fact that it was going to be a long night. Making her way over to the alcohol she grabbed a solo cup and filled it up about half way, not wanting to drink a lot. Making her way to the fire she sat down next to the warmth, watching in content as the flames danced around each other.

At some point during the night she had decided that it was enough, picking herself up she took a sip of the alcohol and walked down towards the water where the waves were crashing. It was a nice night to say the least, very warm and cool. The moon was now out and shined brightly, so bright that it could be used as a night light. Jenn walked through the sand, the waves crashing at her feet sending a wave of coolness through her body.

The blonde boy that she had her eyes on for a very long time had suddenly made an appearance next to her. His sudden appearance caused Jenn to jump slightly, her drink spilling on her arm, while her other hand reached to her heart. She gasped lightly, but then rolled her eyes.

"You can't sneak up on people like that." Jenn mentioned, placing her eyes on JJ who had a smile on his lips.

He laughed, "I'm sorry, you just made it so easy." JJ told her. Jenn rolled her eyes at him and started to walk away from him. "Wait, you know I didn't mean to scare you."

"I know, but it was still annoying."

JJ grabbed a hold of her free hand stopping her from walking further away from him. She felt her breath get caught in her throat as she looked down at their connected hands. JJ grabbed the solo cup and threw it to the ground, then he reached for Jenn's other hand and pulled her closer to him. Shock was running through her face as she stared into his blue eyes. It was like looking into the ocean when she looked into them.

Jenn adored his eye color, she adored everything about him. JJ moved forward, closing the space between them. No words were given, no words needed to be given, they both knew what they wanted and JJ was the first to act on it. He lifted his hands to Jenn's neck, soon his lips found a hold of Jenn's as he kissed her passionately. Jenn kissed him back, feeling the fire run through her body and igniting the kiss even more.

But then something changed, memories of JJ popped into her head. She had always liked him but there was no way that he felt the same way about her. Jenn disconnected their lips and pulled away from JJ's body. She could see the shock resting on his face as he stared at her.

"What's wrong, Jenn?" JJ inquired, trying to move closer to her. Jenn however backed up slightly. All day something felt off, she knew it wasn't right. This reality wasn't the one she remembered. It was different.

"You wouldn't kiss me, you don't even like me." Jenn whispered, the words that she spoke hurt her more than she had intended them to hurt but she knew it was the truth. The JJ that she knew did not feel the same way about her.

"What are you talking about, Jenn. Of course I would." JJ remarked.

Jenn started shaking her head, her locks moving off her shoulders. "No, this can't be real."

Once again JJ tried to walk closer to her, "what are you talking about, Jenn? Of course this is real."

"No, it's not. You don't like me."

Jenn backed away more from JJ, it was confusing her to no end. What the hell was happening to her. Without thinking she took off running off the beach. JJ started to chase after her but stopped soon shouting her name out.

"Jenn, where are you going?" He shouted at the top of his lungs. John B, Pope Kiara, and Sarah stood up from where they were and looked at JJ to see him standing alone and still calling out to Jenn who was no longer in sight. Her pulse was fast as she continued to run back to her house. Her calf hurt but she wasn't stopping until she made it back.

"Finally." she thought to herself as she saw her house getting closer and closer. She could see her mother and father outside on the porch, a small light was on so the two could see. They both looked at their daughter when she came to a stop in the yard to catch her breath.

"Jenn, sweetie, are you alright?" Her mother questioned, after she had stood up and walked to the edge of the porch to get a better look at her daughter. Jenn only ignored her, she picked herself up holding her shoulders high and walked into the house to look around. There were more pictures around than when she had left earlier. This reality that she was stuck in was trying to make her believe that this was a life she had.

But it had come back to her clearly, JJ didn't feel the same way about her, and she didn't have parents. She was an orphan, her parents died when she was young. John B's dad always looked after her after her parents passed. Jenn turned in a circle looking around at all the pictures, they were telling a story that didn't belong to her. Maybe in another universe, she thought. Everything was spinning as she took in the new information that she had discovered.

Her parents finally came into the house, with JJ and the rest of her friends in tow. They were all looking at her in confusion. "Honey, what's going on?" Her father asked, he was trying to walk towards her but Jenn only moved back away from them.

"This isn't real." Jenn answered, staring at her father directly.

"What are you talking about, sweetie?" Her mother asked, with a tilt of her head.

"This is like some kind of alternate reality where everything is perfect. But it isn't perfect, this isn't my life." Jenn explained, her eyes scanning everyone to see their reactions and for the most part it seemed that their reactions to what she had said were neutral. Her eyes then landed on the pictures again, she walked over to one and picked it up showing it to them. "This isn't me, this is someone else."

"What? Of course that's you, I think I would know my own daughter, especially one I gave birth too." This reality that she was in was really trying to fight back, it was trying to make her stay in a perfect place where she had her parents and she knew JJ felt the same way about her.

"But you died, you and dad died when I was young. I'm an orphan. And JJ," Jenn paused as she looked at the blonde boy who stared back at her. "You don't feel the same way about me, sure I've loved you for a long time but I know you don't feel the same way about me, you treat me like I'm "one of the guys"." She said, lifting her hands to put quotes around the phrase one of the guys. "This isn't real, I have to find a way back to my home. Back to my real reality."

Jenn placed the picture down on the table where it had been picked up from. Without saying anything else she moved up the steps to her room. JJ pushed through the others and ran up the steps after her calling out her name. When she made it into her room she locked the door so JJ couldn't get in.

"Jenn, don't do this! You can be happy here!" JJ said, trying to coax her to stay in this reality. She turned back towards the door and placed her head on it.

"But I can't be happy here, not if it's forced. I promise no matter how much it scares me when I make it back to my reality I will tell my JJ how I feel about him and accept whatever he says, even if it ruins the friendship." Jenn voiced out to him.

She pulled away from the door and closed her eyes. When she opened them up again she was back in her reality. JJ, John B, Sarah, Pope, and Kiara were gasping when they saw her open her eyes. Sarah and Kiara laughed and hugged Jenn tightly.

"Please, don't ever do something like that again." Kiara cried out.

"I didn't know that was gonna happen, Kie." Jenn choked out as she hugged Kiara and Sarah.

"Do you know what happened?" Pope asked her, as he and John B grabbed a hold of her arms and lifted her up just enough to where she was still sitting on the old flooring.

"The doors closed, I couldn't get out. And then I saw that box and walked over to it. When I opened it some smoke busted out of it and into my face. I was in a different reality, it felt real, I wanted it to be real." She lowered her head, she couldn't bring herself to look at JJ. Like the others he wanted to know what she wanted it to be real. She couldn't help the tears that fell down her face. "My parents were alive, I had them in that reality and I could've had more but I couldn't leave you guys." Sarah, Kiara, Pope, and John B looked at JJ who stood still.

"We'll be outside." John B said he placed a kiss on top of Jenn's hair and stood up exiting out of the room with Sarah, Kiara and Pope. That only left JJ and Jenn in the room. Once they were gone Jenn stood up from the floor and the blonde haired boy ran to her picking her up and hugging her tightly. She giggled softly, hugging him back tightly.

"JJ, I need to tell you something." Jenn whispered. JJ set her down and looked at her, she had a serious look on her face. Jenn was terrified to share her secret with JJ, she didn't want to ruin their friendship but she couldn't keep her feelings hidden from him especially after that alternate reality showed her what she could have with him. "I don't know how you'll react to this, and I'm sure it might ruin our friendship. But I can't keep this in anymore and I understand if you don't feel the same way."

"What are you talking about Jenn?" JJ questioned her, as a look of concern flashed through his face. He knew what direction this conversation was heading, he was about to hear either bad words or good words that he always wanted to hear her say.

She breathed in, briefly closing her eyes. Then she exhaled that breath and opened her eyes again staring directly into JJ's blue eyes. "I love you, JJ. And I have for a long time. I've always been so afraid to tell you out of fear of what it would do to our friendship. But being stuck in a world where I had my parents and you made me realize that I don't want to be in this world unless I can have you. And I'm just tired of being your friend, I don't want that anymore."

The words seemed to come out easily but soon enough she was starting to regret saying them. JJ was just staring at her not saying anything back. The longer he stared at her and didn't say anything was enough confirmation that she had messed up, but what happened next took her by surprise. JJ walked closer to Jenn, closing the space between them. He lifted his hands to her neck and held them there.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words, 'cause the truth is I love you too. And when you came into this house, and collapsed after opening the box, I thought I was going to lose you without telling you just how important you are to me. You came back to me." JJ whispered the last sentence, briefly looking down at Jenn's lips.

"I'll always come back to you J." Jenn leaned forward just a little and connected her lips to JJ's kissing him for real this time. All the years of pinning for each other had finally caught up to them.

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willshookaspear · 27 days

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NOT BY BLOOD - 07: fever dreams

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Rafe walked over to the window and pulled the curtain to the side.

"It's your boyfriend," he said, still looking out.

Josie sighed and dug her head down in her pillow, pulling the duvet over her head. But then she peeked out of the sheets and looked at Rafe. She thought for a second.

"Can you tell him I'm sleeping?" Rafe looked surprised in her direction at her request.

"And what if he asks how I know that you're sleeping?" he asked, a suggestive grin coating his face.

"Just..." Josie sighed and put a palm on her burning forehead. "Sarah told you. And don't..." she started and sighed. "Don't start a fight."

"I won't. I only finish fights. But I can't make any promises for Pogues," he said cockily and narrowed his gaze out towards the drive.

"Just go," Josie sighed and waved her hand towards the door. She needed sleep again.

Rafe stopped on his way to the door. "Oh and princess?" she looked up. "If you want me to fight on your behalf you only need to ask." He gave her one last wink and a cocky grin, and then he was gone.

For fuck's sake.

AO3: NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON by willshookaspear

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alexfromjersey · 11 months

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PROLOGUE

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a/n: 1.0k words...horrendous from me

"and we have one last member of our group, Seven or Sev as we like to call her. Best friend since we were in diapers. We used to live next to each other until her mother married Ezekiel Reyes, a Kook who founded a very successful tech startup. She moved to the Kook side of the island. Even though Seven was technically a Kook, she never claimed the title nor did the Kooks accept her, not like she cared. Currently, she's spending her time at a juvenile detention facility on the mainland for a second-degree aggravated assault charge from her former stepfather. She was the most reckless out of all of us but she's also the biggest teddy bear in the world. You would think she would be a good girl considering she's the daughter of the Sheriff of the island. But Sev did whatever she wanted despite her mother's or former stepfather's occupations which didn't sit well with the Kooks or Ezekiel because they knew they couldn't use it to scare her. But it makes life difficult for her mother."

~ john booker routledge ~

A LOUD ALARM SOUNDED for a moment before the automatic doors opened in front of seventeen year old Seven Peterkin. The blue-eyed girl exited the brick building to see her mother Susan leaning against her patrol car. Sev walked up to her mother and they both stood in silence before a smile appeared on her face. Susan grabbed her daughter and gave her a big tight hug. A hug Seven definitely needed and missed.

Susan pulled away to get a good look at her daughter. Her hair was grown out into a little curly afro that suited her really well. Seven always had her hair either buzz cut short or faded with little hair on top. She never liked her hair long because neither her or her mother knew how to maintain it properly. While she looking over Seven, she noticed a faded but still noticeable bruise under her right eye.

"What happened to you eye?" Susan questioned.

"Oh I was playing in the yard last week. Things got a little too rough in the football game, took a knee to the eye while tackling someone" Seven answered.

Susan hummed in response, not really believing her daughter's story but decided to accept it for right now.

"You hungry?" Susan asked.

"Absolutely. I've been eating mushy mystery food for the past year" Seven said as her stomach, on cue, growled.

Susan chuckled and got in the car. Seven followed suit and got in the passenger seat. The mother and daughter duo made their way to The Wreck, Seven's favorite restaurant next to McDonald's. The duo caught up on lost time, it was like Seven never left the detention facility. Susan and Seven were super close. The two were dependent on each other.

They went through hard times together from Seven's biological father abandoning them a month before she was even born, when Susan married Ezekiel and moved them to the Kook side of the island against their wishes, to when Ezekiel started abusing Susan emotionally and physically, to Seven almost beating Ezekiel to death with a wrench, and her getting charged and sent to juvie. The duo has been through a lot together but they always stuck together no matter what.

After a long ferry ride back to the mainland followed by the drive to the Wreck, Seven's stomach was growling every chance it got. As they pulled up, Susan got a text on her phone, an important message.

"Listen, I gotta get back to work. Get something for today and tomorrow" Susan said and handed her daughter a $50 bill.

Seven nodded and exited the vehicle. The duo bid goodbyes and stay safe to each other before going their respective ways. A ding rang as Seven entered the slightly busy restaurant. She started to walk towards the cash register but a voice stopped her.

"Seven?"

The brown skinned girl turned around at the call of her name. In front of her was Mike Carrera, father of her best friend Kiara and the owner of The Wreck. Behind close doors Mike had a strong dislike for Seven, more than the other pogues. The reason being was that Ezekiel and Mike grew up together, they were best friends just like how Seven and the other pogues are. I'm sure anyone with a pulse can guess whose side Mike was on when Seven nearly beat Ezekiel to death. He even advocated for Seven to be charged with attempted murder. That would of definitely landed her in big girl jail.

"Mr. Carrera...how are you?" Seven awkwardly smiled at him. Despite everything, the teenager was going to be respectful of her best friend's father because had it been anyone else...well her niceness would've faded quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Mike questioned.

Seven sighed, "I just wanted to order some food for my mother and I...sir."

Mike let out a chuckle and got closer to Seven. To him, Seven was like gum on the bottom on his shoe. Annoying and a nuisance to everyone around her. He despised that Kiara hung out with her.

"Don't think for a second, you're going anywhere near my daughter, not after what you did. You and the other pogues but especially you are a cancer to my daughter's life and I'll be damned if I sit here and watch you drag her down with you. I'm telling you one time and one time only. Stay-" Mike was suddenly interrupted by a loud shriek. The two turned towards the door to see Kiara and the boys who were stood there with shocked faces.

"Oh my god! Seven!" Kiara shrieked and ran to Seven. Kiara jumped into Seven's arms while the boys tackled her into a group hug. After a moment they all pulled away from the hug.

"Dude when did you get out? Why didn't you tell us?" JJ questioned happily.

Seven chuckled, "I got out a few hours ago and I was going to surprise you guys but that's not happening. So...surprise."

The four pogues took their time to look over Seven just like her mother did.

"Your hair is longer"

"Your voice got deeper and you don't have braces anymore"

"You as tall as me now"

"Were you working out in there? You got muscles now?"

These were the questions and statements they spitted rapidly at Seven. She couldn't help but laugh at them.

"Guys! While I appreciate all the compliments, I am starving. I need some food in me" Seven stated.

"Oh don't worry I got you. Sit down and I'll get you guys some food" Kiara spoke and walked to the back of the kitchen. The boys sat down at a table while Seven stayed at the register. Mike opened his mouth to object but Seven placed the $50 bill on the counter. Even though she really wanted to, she didn't say another word to the adult male before sitting down with the boys.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks x original character #kiara carrera #john booker routledge #pope heyward #jj maybank #sarah cameron

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staticscreenwriting · 1 year

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‘The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back’

– Melanie Carmichael (Sweet Home Alabama, 2002)

Stevie hasn’t been back to the Outer Banks in 4 years. Ever since the atomic meltdown happened between her and JJ. The one they don’t talk about. The one that still has them hurting 4 years later.

When she finds herself back on the island to help her mother with the wedding preparations, she doesn’t expect for an ocean of memories, unspoken words, suppressed feelings and wrong decisions to come crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

What happens when old mistakes are being discovered, A love long forgotten is being remembered and a pristine A4 size manila envelope holds the key to Stevie and JJ’s future?

Chapter One Chapter Two

#jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x female oc #jj maybank x original female character #jj maybank fanfictio #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #JJ maybank x reader #JJ maybank x female!reader #jj maybank x f!reader #I know this is not a x reader story but tagging it with x reader is the only way people actually see this in the tags #cause y'all don't browse the OC tag and refuse to reblog stuff #I hate it too but you gotta do what you gotta do #sorry about it just scroll on if its not your thing

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silverone2 · 1 year

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Beautiful Destruction-Rafe Cameron (Part2)

Rafe x Original Character

Warnings- Bad language, violence, mentions of blood, alcohol consumption

A pang of pity came over her hearing his reply. She shook it off. No, no way in hell was she going to feel sorry for Rafe Cameron not in a million years. Yet here she was moving slightly closer to him, curiosity was all it was she told herself. It looked like he had been crying she wanted to know what could possibly have the Big bad Rafe in tears.

“Are you okay?” The look he gave her was icy and full of rage but for some reason she knew the rage wasn’t directed at her. “ You need to pull yourself together before you go back out there” he nods swallowing hard nodding to himself. “So do you” he replied. This was true she wasn’t in much better shape than he was, although at least she wasn’t crying.

If her brother found her here she thought that would be the end of it,let alone if JJ saw these two together.

This was insane was she really going to comfort him, he terrorised her daily, before he finished school it was a living hell for her because of him. Not to mention everything he’d done to the pogues her family.

Taking a deep breath she sat down beside him. This wasn’t the Rafe she knew, the cocky patronising kook persona had faded away leaving a scared angry shell of him behind. He ignored her presence and she ignored his. Sitting there they just looked out onto the ocean the tide starting to tread against their feet.

The alcohol had definitely gotten the better of the both of them otherwise this would definitely not be happening right now.

“Care to tell me whats up with you” she asked cooly not wanting to come off too eager to know. He shrugged his shoulders not answering her staring straight. He had straightened himself up no longer hunched like before.

“ You know i hate you” he sighed, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

“The feeling is mutual believe me.”

“I dont have it in me to hate you right now” he turned slightly toward her. She nodded understanding what he meant, the two of them would sit her in eachothers company not acknowledging that they actually despise eachother. Eden knew exactly why he wanted that, same reason she did. Peace.

Just a moments peace, no kooks no pogues, no constant battle with one another.

While she sat there with the Kook king, guilt overwhelmed her, here she was with someone who never showed her an ounce of kindness in her entire life and the people she loved she adored were out there waiting for her. Probably worried about where she was. Guilt turned into anger and she shot up from her spot beside him. “ You know what cameron” she spat, “you may not have it in you to hate me but I definitely have it in me to hate you!”

Rafes head turned towards her lip curling in disgust, the broken boy before her disappearing completely. “ You know what i think?” He stood again facing her. “I think you’re not a kook, but you’re not a pogue either, caught in the middle nowhere that you really belong.”his smile was cold. He grabbed me wrapping his arm around my wrist tightly. “I swear if you tell anyone we were here together.”He sounded slightly paranoid,Eden didn’t notice she was still focused on his first comment, it stung. Not because it was nasty or cruel but it was true. That’s exactly what it was like, caught in-between two lives never really fitting into either one. Tears welled up in her eyes, desperately she willed them to stop. Her semi-drunk state making her more emotional than usual. She regretted slapping him earlier but as her fist connected with his nose relief washed over her. The tears started, as she screamed at him hitting him again, he laughed almost as if enjoying seeing her lose her grip. “Theres the eden we know” he coughed blood dripping down his face. He wasn’t even fighting back. He wanted her to hit him. But why? She stopped, giving him a questionable look.

Rafe shrugged his shoulder wiping the blood with back of his hand. He ran a bloodied hand through his hair.“You know you scare me.” He stood there covered in blood a serious expression on his face. “I,I scare Rafe Cameron?”

He nodded, walking down to the water washing his face. He hissed at the salt water connecting with the cuts she gave him. Looking back as if wanting her to follow him. She careful made he way towards him still swaying slightly. Was this a trap?

“Everyone needs to let off a little steam but don’t make it a habit, i gave you one free pass, next time ill hit you back.” She believed him, its something Rafe would do in a heartbeat. Shes seen the way he treats his sister Sarah a sort of friend towards you in school. Its not pretty.

Eden stood there awkwardly not knowing how to react to Rafe, he was extremely unpredictable.

“ Look” he sighed. “I just want some peace, if I can’t get it ill just leave but its a shame I really do love this little beach.”

He rubbed his eyes pushing the palms of his hands into them. I mean the least she could do was let him stay she had just let out a couple weeks possibly years of anger out on him without as much as a slap in retaliation.

“ Swear to me”

“Swear to me Rafe that if we’re here at the same time its as equals”

He looked a her with an unreadable expression.

“ Swear that while we’re both on this beach theres no kook king or pogue princess bullshit, just two people enjoying their peace.”

He remained still at the water.

“I swear”

Smirking slightly he put his pinky finger forward.

“What are we 5?” she connected my pinky with his reluctantly.

“I better go”she rubbed her neck awkwardly not knowing what had just happened between them.

He nodded turning back towards the water as she made her way up the rocks and over onto the main beach. Looking back she saw his figure throwing stones out into the water. Hes not a good person she thought to herself, she would make sure she was never on that beach as the same time as Rafe Cameron again.

Snapping her from her thoughts she felt an arm around her shoulder. “Edennnnnn, where were you dudee?” Her smile widened facing the blonde beside her she placed her head on his shoulder. “JJ, i was just getting a beer but there was none left.” The blonde grinned cheekily pushing a red cup into her hands before guiding her back to her friends, their concerned expressions fading the minute the two of them came into view.

Sitting down beside kie, john b shot her a look that screamed we need to talk. Eden ignored it hoping he hadn’t seen her with a certain unstable kook.

Soon she was tipsy again, her and pope having a rap battle. Laughter roared from the pogues around her. Wiping tears from her eyes as they got ready to leave. Eden felt someone staring in her direction. Not wanting her suspicions to be confirmed she bolted towards the pogues linking arms with kie as they giggled stumbling back to the chateau.

Rafe sipped his drink while topper spouted some bullshit about Sarah. All he could focus on was her. He knew he he hated her just as much as she did him. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tolerate her in some way right?

The beach was a strange experience for both of them. He hoped he’d never have to speak to her again. He really needs to learn his tolerance he thought to himself. He was absolutely hammered.

#rafe cameron x pogue #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #outer banks #obx fic #rafe x female!mc #rafe x oc #original character #outer banks pogues #obx kooks #john b routledge #kiara carerra #jj maybank #pope heyward #rafe cameron #enemies to friends to lovers #love hate relationship

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#wattpad #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fanfic #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank #original female character

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Mackenzie Hyde - Via John B. Routledge

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SUMMARY: Decided to rewrite and introduce my OBX OC, Mazz (again). She for my potential fanfic called CICADA. (Which I'll probably never write but lemme know if you're interested lmao).

Character introduction from John B based on how he introduces the Pogues in the show.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, references to abuse, oc x canon, no face claim cause I'm picky.

That's Mackenzie- Mazz, Mack, Kenzie, Hydie - whatever you wanna call her. She's my edgy, punk British cousin, but she's basically my sister. Born and bred in some shit hole tourist town in the UK, she moved to the Cut when she was like eight. Her Dad died from Pancreatic Cancer, and her Mom, my Aunt, wanted to be closer to family

Her older brother, Sol, became a living legend around here - a real anarchist type. A criminal, but a legend nonetheless.

Her Mom ended up dating some rich guy from Figure Eight, and she moved there for a while before she got dragged to the Main Land for a couple years. The guy ended up being a dick and shit hit the fan when Sol left, which is why she's living with me.

She's changed a lot from the sweet girl I was raised with; totally cutthroat- I guess she gets that from her brother. And I think she might be having a slight identity crisis.

One thing that's stayed consistent is her long time fued with JJ. Don't ask me when or how it started because I couldn't tell you. Hell, I don't think they even could, but they're always at each other's throats. Kie swears blind there's something else going on there, but I don't see it. Though I gotta say, sometimes I question if she's right - I mean, you should see how JJ looks at Mazz when he thinks no one's paying attention.

Ik I've posted her before, but my idea has changed slightly since- and no one saw it anyway lol.

Anyway, if anyone knows any face claims that fit this vibe, lemme know :))

#🌿 petri writes #🍃 petri obx #🌿 petri's OCs #outerbanks #outer banks #outer banks oc #obx #original character #oc #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x oc

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secretsfromthegirlnextdoor · 2 years

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!OC

Part: 12/??

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“I don't know what happened to Topper's boat. Quite honestly, I don't want to.” Heyward scolded as he put the truck in park and climbed out. “You were two seconds away from havin' a different life.” He said as he and Pope came around the truck to start unloading coolers.

Sam had endured the whole ride over, sitting in between Heyward and his son as a buffer and listening to Pope’s father lecture him about poor choices and what kind of friends he should be surrounding himself with. She’d sat quietly the whole way, trying her best to be polite, but now she was getting the hell out of there.

“Thanks for the ride Heyward!” She yelled out as she walked away from the truck. He ignored her, instead continuing to admonish Pope. Sam looked back over her shoulder and gave her friend an apologetic look, mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ and gritting her teeth as he nodded back at her, mouthing ‘it’s ok’ as he waved her off.

She walked up to the building, adjusting her dress and combing her hands through her hair with a yawn as she slid in through a side door and made her way back to the staff area. They’d asked her to come in for the party as a floater, someone who looked the part of a kook and made sure things went smoothly, filling up drinks, taking away empties and directing party goers to the food, restrooms, whatever they needed. Basically they needed her to be invisible. Easy.

Or it would have been if she’d gotten even just an hour or two more of sleep in the last 48 hours.

Sam had been running on fumes and tutoring some dumb seventh grade Kook when she got the call. She could barely keep her eyes open when Kie’s face popped up in her phone during linear equations, with Buffalo Soldier ringing out softly in the library study room. She considered letting it go to voicemail, then thought better of it, thinking of the earful she’d get if she ignored the call.

“Sammie? Where are you?” Kiara asked before Sam could say anything, her voice wavering, bordering on tears.

“What?? I’m tutoring, Kie what’s going on?” Sam replied, instantly filled with fear and worry

“Where are you? Are you sitting? I need you to sit down Sammie” Kie demanded.

Sam pulled the phone away from her ear and pointed to the worksheet in front of her student, “Keep working, I’ll be right back” she instructed as she stepped into the empty room next door and sat down, “okay I’m sitting, Kie you’re freaking me out, what’s going on?”

Kie launched into her story, and the first time she retold the story of the scene that had unfolded at Heyward’s Sam had only caught a few words, ‘boat’, ‘JJ’ and ‘arrested’.

“Kie, Kie don’t fuck with me like this, slow down and repeat, I thought I heard you say that JJ was arrested” Sam was shaking now, barely able to hold the phone up to her ear.

“Sammie that’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Kie wailed, “the other day when you came over, when we surfed, and JJ and Pope went out on those grocery deliveries, Topper and Rafe jumped Pope. So Pope and JJ went to sink Topper’s boat in retaliation, apparently it was Pope but the cops just showed up here at Heyward’s and JJ took the blame, they just fucking took him away in cuffs!”

All of the sound in the building, in the world, faded out and all Sam could hear was the ringing in her ears. The room started closing in and she could feel her chest rising and falling quickly, her breath becoming more and more erratic. ‘No, no, no’ she thought to herself, ‘this isn’t happening right now’. She briefly resurfaced and heard Kie yelling in her ear, “Sammie?! Breathe okay? Where are you? I’ll come pick you up, you can stay at my place tonight until we hear something from him.”

“No,” Sam stuttered out. Gasping and trying to regain her breath.

“Sam, what? I’m already in the car I’ll just come get you” Kie chastised.

“No, Kie, it’s fine, I’ll be fine. I’m uh, I’m tutoring right now and I’ve gotta work Midsummer’s tomorrow, are we getting ready together like usual?” She had to compartmentalize, she couldn’t see a way forward, and acting like life was going on as normal might just trick her brain into thinking everything was, in fact, just fine.

It all started to click, Topper and Rafe rolling up on her outside the library, the weird way Pope’s voice had wavered when he insisted that everything was fine, the bruises that had bloomed on JJ’s skin when she saw him the night of the summer movie series. Kie had said there was a fight but didn’t elaborate any further, it had to have all been connected.

After ending the call with Kir, Sam was sure she wouldn’t be sleeping again until she saw JJ and knew that he was okay. She’d even gone over to the chateau that night, hoping that he would show up, but he never did. She’d managed to sleep a couple of hours in his bed, but when she woke up she was still alone.

Kie had remarked earlier that afternoon when they were getting ready together how tired she looked as she dabbed concealer under Sam's eyes “I’m just worried about JJ” she responded, not a total lie, but not exactly the whole truth either. “Me too,” Kie said, blending out the makeup on Sammie’s face,“but you know him, he’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach, he’ll be fine.” Kie sounded like she was still trying to convince herself of that last part.

The night had gone fairly smoothly for Sam as she floated around the party, smiling at patrons and catering to their every request. A few times though she thought she’d seen a familiar blonde mop of hair in her peripheral vision, but she’d just chalked it up to her lack of sleep and abundance of stress.

“Great seeing you again JJ” Rafe called out as the security guard pulled him out of the locker room and pushed him down the hallway towards the exit. He fought the man, trying to get his own footing as the party continued around him.

The next voice he heard calling his name was like music to his ears, he’d know it anywhere, its softness standing out from the dull roar of the party around them. “JJ?” He craned his neck around to see her, pulling himself away from the burly man escorting him out. Sam stood behind him in a short black cocktail dress, holding a tray of empty glasses by resting one side on her hip. Her hair was curled softly and brushed over to one side, His eyes widened as he took in all of her features “Sammie! Just the girl I was looking for!” a smile erupted across his face “you are looking beautiful tonight!” He gushed.

She grinned, but a concerned look remained on her face as she moved towards him, stopping short as the guard tried pulling JJ away again “dude, can I have like one freaking second, please?” He pleaded, then turned back to his favorite girl. “What’s…. What’s going on?” She stuttered, surveying the fresh cuts and bruises on his face.

“the Pogues out back baby, meet there in 5?” He said, motioning the number ‘5’ with his free hand just as the kooks he had been running from minutes before all poured out of the door behind them. He peered around her but then looked back into her eyes, questioning. Sammie sighed but nodded with a smirk on her face.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Kelce said as one of the other kook boys whistled, seeing Sam standing between them and JJ “So we’re calling this one baby now?” Rafe hissed, looking the girl’s backside up and down, licking his lips as he stepped towards her “how about I come and find you later, baby?” Sam’s eyes remained locked on JJ’s as an embarrassed heat crept across her cheeks, giving him a small head shake and mouthing ‘don’t’. But he couldn’t let them say those things, couldn’t let them look at her that way. Once again he ripped his arm out of the grasp of the guard and launched himself at Rafe, side-stepping Sammie as she tried to grab his arm and pull him back.

The guard followed closely after him, pushing Sam to the side and grabbing JJ by the collar, yanking him back and pulling him towards the door “hey!! Watch out for the lady man!” JJ yelled, searching for her eyes again “5 minutes Sammie!” She nodded, using his distraction to scurry off with her tray towards the kitchen.

“Look... look, man, I can walk myself. I got legs. Can you see that, brother? Come on.” JJ said pointedly at the security guard as he pushed him through the door and out onto the porch “I really appreciate what you did back there. Let me just walk out by myself.”

The next minute or so was a blur, the guard kept his hand wrapped around JJ’s arm as he guided him across the porch and to the stairs. The boy finally pulled himself away, downing drinks off of tables and making a scene. He found John B, giving him a salute before yelling out for Kie and Pope to follow after them. The next thing he knew, the four Pogues were running across the lawn and down the sandy beach to where the boat was pulled up on the shore.

Just as they were about to push back something caught his eye in the dark “wait, wait!” He whisper-yelled as a figure ran down the beach towards them. The silhouette approached and he caught a glimpse of the long hair trailing behind her “there’s my girl!!“ he beamed, reaching his hands out as Sammie crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck “y’all almost left me behind didn’t you?!” She cried out to the group, laughing as JJ hoisted her up onto the bow of the pogue and pushed the boat back, jumping in after her.

All the chaos of the night had died down, but JJ could still hear ringing in his ears as he laid in bed, the house now silent after what seemed like constant noise blaring around him all day long. Sammie stirred next to him, and he looked down at her soft features, watching her eyes squint open and blink a few times, registering her surroundings.

“Hey” she whispered “you’re supposed to be asleep”. JJ scooched down in the bed and rolled over to face her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Just been a long day, my brain won’t shut off” he whispered back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” She replied, the sleepiness falling away from her voice as she woke up. He shook his head slightly “no, it’s okay, you go back to sleep” he said as he brushed a stray hair across her forehead. “Well now I’m awake, so talk to me” she looked up at him and grinned.

He hesitated, then sighed “I’m absolutely fucked Sammie” he said tensely, moving one hand to massage his temple and his forehead “I don’t know how I can face my dad again with this restitution hanging over me” his voice halted, he didn’t want to cry, but he was teetering right on the edge. Sam brought her arm up to rest on his side, rubbing his back with her palm “we’ll figure it out JJ, and you know Pope is already trying to think of ways to get the money, it’ll be okay”.

“It’s not just the money, he fucking hates me” JJ squeaked out, breath hitching as he fought back tears “Pope? Pope doesn’t hate you, J” Sammie cooed, patting his back. “No” JJ choked out “my dad” he said between heaves “I almost killed him today. I had the gun pointed at him and I almost did it” he dissolved into sobs. Sam sat up quickly, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into her chest, letting him cry as she patted his back and ran her fingers through his hair. “But you didn’t” she whispered in his ear “you’re not like him, JJ” eliciting more sobs from the boy.

The two sat in this position for several minutes as JJ released all of his pent up emotions and then slowly but surely regained his composure and his breathing. He was about to pull away when he felt it, Sam was planting kisses on top of his head. His heart melted and before he could talk himself out of it he pulled away from her arms, placing one hand on her cheek and dipping his head down to place a soft, slow kiss on her lips.

He pulled back, searching her face for any indication of what she was thinking. Her eyes were still closed but she gave a look of surprise as she opened them wide and stuttered out something to say “I-…” he shouldn’t have done it, he’d freaked her out “shit, Sammie I’m sorry” he mumbled, looking away in embarrassment “no… it’s okay” she reassured softly, patting his chest “Um…does this have something to do with you calling me ‘baby’ earlier?” She shifted awkwardly in the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, more embarrassment flooding over him. “It’s okay, really!” She reassured further “I didn’t mind it… until Rafe made it kinda weird”

Fucking Rafe. JJ thought to himself, add it to the list of reasons he couldn’t stand that douchebag. “It's just like, we’re on this other level now with you sleeping here and everything, I didn’t mean to fuck it up” he apologized, mentally kicking himself for taking the leap. “Hey” she said, brushing his hair out of his face “it’s okay, really. I’m sorry if me sleeping here has made things weird for you, I won’t keep coming around if it bothers you..” she started to move away, he could sense she was going to get up and leave “no, no, hey” he said frantically, grabbing for her hand, “you could never bother me, I really like you sleeping here. I really like you being around all the time… if that kiss didn’t make it obvious enough” he looked desperately at her, eyes pleading for her to stay.

“Really?” She whispered, still unsure that her presence wasn’t a nuisance “yes really, dumbass” he smiled, pulling her back down to lay next to him. “So you liked it when I called you baby?” He said after a few moments, looking at her with a cheesy grin. Sam smiled big, covering her face with her hands and mumbling through them “maybe!” He laughed, pushing and poking her teasingly “ahhhh you totally do!!!” She rolled over into him, nuzzling her face into the space between his arm and his chest “shut up!!!” She snickered as he wrapped his arms around her waist and the two dissolved into giggles.

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He makes her nervous...♡

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About Me & Masterlist

18+ mdni (you will be blocked)

skye. 25. she/her. writer. movie fanatic. book lover. music. horror. marvel. stranger things. scream. a court of thorns and roses. shatter me. divider credit: saradika

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MASTERLIST (Updated: 03/30/24)

CASSIAN

Chaos (Ongoing | Original Character: Evangeline Nightbane | Playlist | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Lost (Ongoing | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Part 1, Part 2 (Coming Soon)

AZRIEL

My Love Will Never Die (Ongoing | Original Character: Circe Archeron | Playlist | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Intro Summary: Circe Archeron, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Broken (Kallias!Sister Reader)

Untitled (Coming Soon)

You're Losing Me (Ongoing | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Part 1, Part 2 (Coming Soon)

The Last Time (Coming Soon)

RHYSAND

You're Losing Me (Ongoing | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Part 1, Part 2 (Coming Soon)

ERIS VANSERRA

My Love Will Never Die (Ongoing | Original Character: Circe Archeron | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Intro Summary: Circe Archeron, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

The Power of Emotions (Ongoing | Archeron!Reader | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Happiness In The Heart 🫧🥀

Ice & Fire (Coming Soon | Archeron!Reader)

Untitled (Coming Soon | Rhysand!Sister Reader)

LUCIEN VANSERRA

Chaos (Ongoing | Original Character: Evangeline Nightbane | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Untitled (Coming Soon)

The Last Time (Coming Soon)

How Did It End?

TAMLIN

Life Eternal 🫧🥀

Untitled (Coming Soon)

HELION

We're Just Friends 🫧🥀

Discovery of Memories (Ongoing | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Part 1, Part 2 (TBA)

POLY!BAT BOYS

Forever Together (Ongoing | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

POLY!FEYSAND

How Did It End?

EDDIE MUNSON

The Dark Paradise (Ongoing | Biker!EM x Teacher!Reader | Playlist | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Ruin My Life (Ongoing | Older!Rockstar!EM x Pop Star!Reader | Playlist | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2

A Curse (Fem!Harrington!Reader) 🫧🥀

I Always Knew 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥

Runaway Bride (Coming Soon)

STEVE HARRINGTON

Season Of The Witch (Ongoing | Witch!Reader | Playlist | 🫧🥀☠️) - Act 1: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 | Act 2: To Be Announced

STEDDIE

Broken Hearts Can Be Mended (Ongoing | Writer!Reader | Playlist | 🫧🥀❤️‍🔥☠️) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

PEDRO PASCAL

Debut (Completed) - Part 1, Part 2 🫧🥀

JOSEPH QUINN

Fall Into Me 🫧🥀☠️

ROBBIE MERCER

All Your Fault (Platonic!Robbie Mercer) 🥀☠️

STEVE ROGERS

It All Fell Down 🫧🥀

EVERETT ROSS

Forbidden 🫧🥀

CIA!Avenger Reader Headcanons 🫧🥀

JANE FOSTER

Reunited In Valhalla 🫧🥀

JJ MAYBANK

Mutual Feelings (Fem!Character) 🫧🥀

KATE DENALI

Human/Vampire!Reader Headcanons

Untiled Human!Reader Series (Coming Soon)

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willshookaspear · 1 month

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NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON x OC

Snippet from 04: you're delusional

"Cute," Rafe mocked. Josie swung around and looked up to where his voice was coming from. He was standing on the balcony, leaning his lower arms on the railing, and watching her intently. For some reason, Josie felt embarrassed that he would've seen that interaction with JJ. But anger quickly replaced that embarrassment at the sight of his smug face.

"Don't you have something better to do than spy on me? Go away, Rafe," Josie said and rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Nothing as amusing as watching you try to convince yourself that you're attracted to him," Rafe sneered confidently. Josie gritted her teeth.

"How could you possibly know what I'm attracted to?" she scoffed. Rafe just smiled assertively and pushed himself off from leaning on the railing. Josie suddenly realized he wasn't wearing a shirt and she clenched her jaw.

"You forget I've known you since we were kids. You blush, right here," he gestured to his face, "over your cheekbones." She wasn't sure he meant in general, or right now. Either way, the thought made her angry.

"You're delusional," she rolled her eyes in mockery.

"Maybe. Either way, I'm sure you can do better than Maybank." Rafe gestured to the drive where JJ had been standing just a few minutes ago.

"Like who, cousin?" Josie put a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Don't call me that. We're not cousins," Rafe pointed at her with a serious look on his face. Then he turned around and walked inside. Josie was left flushed on ground level, annoyed that she didn't throw something at him when he was in range.

AO3: NOT BY BLOOD | RAFE CAMERON by willshookaspear

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alexfromjersey · 11 months

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☟ Outer Banks ☟

☟ series ☟

✎ - (Street Racer) - Love Interest UNKNOWN

☟ imagines ☟

✎ - coming soon

#outer banks x reader #outer banks x original character #kiara carrera #john booker routledge #pope heyward #jj maybank #sarah cameron

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maladaptiv3 · 1 year

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you're not a kid anymore (pt. 1)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Content: JJ's dad is back, JJ self-isolates to deal with it!

Warning: allusions to past abuse, angst, past trauma, JJ is mid-20s in this, I don't like to write teenage characters (since I am not one)

Word Count: 3,811 - this is long, sorry! I got carried away (it will be multiple parts)

this playlist would be nice to listen to while you read

*original content by maladaptiv3* please do not repost my work

(new screen name hey)

Time was slowly creeping into the territory where you would begin to really worry about where he was and what he was doing. Sure, he would get sort of distant and spend time by himself on the water once in a while, but you always knew where he was and you always, always knew he would trudge in here in the morning before you left for work. This time was different. His dad was back in town. You didn't know much about their relationship, just the small pockets he would share with you and rumors that would make it to your side of the island back in high school. Even as a sometimes acquaintance, you knew no one deserved to be treated like that, especially by someone meant to protect them. Now, you feel an ache in your heart whenever he shuts down because you know why it is happening. Trauma was not just something that one could get over just like that. No matter what you did to try and take his pain away, it was always there, just right behind his bright blue eyes. You often wondered how his eyes could be so soft and inviting when they held onto so much pain and anger.

*four days ago*

He texted you while you were at work, which he rarely does. You opened the message and all it said was, "He's back." You knew exactly who he was, but you did not know what that meant for him. You wanted to run out of your classroom and go to where he was and just hug him—to catch him when he fell. You knew you couldn't. It was remarkable how he could make you want to give in to reckless abandon like you were a teenager. Unfortunately, you were not a teenager. You sent a quick text back, "I love you, baby. I will be home right after school." Your hands trembled for a second as your attention turned back to the lesson you were supposed to be teaching.

The instant the dismissal bell rang you grabbed your bag and walked as fast as you could to your car. The short drive home seemed to take hours. You could not get there fast enough. Thoughts swirled in your mind. You did not know what to expect when you got there. You felt like you needed to prepare yourself for the worst. His car was in the driveway. You slowly turned the key to your front door and cautiously pushed the door open. You walked in and it was quiet. His hips weren't swaying to the radio while he did dishes, how you usually find him when he gets home before you. You set your bag down and peek around the corner and see the back door is open, "Babe?" There is no answer. You make it to the open door and he's sitting in one of the patio chairs, his eyes are red, and he has a cigarette burning between his swollen lips. Your heart sinks as he just holds a hand out for you to take and join him, "How was work?" You begin to sit in the chair next to him but he lightly pulls you toward him indicating he wants you closer, "It was fine, J. Are you okay?" You settle on his lap swinging your legs over the side of his chair as he wraps his arms around you. He flicks the cigarette into the ashtray and buries his head in your chest.

You being to stroke his hair and you feel his body simultaneously relax in your grip and begin to tremble. He's crying, "I don't wanna go see him." You try to pull him closer to you than he already is, "You don't need to, baby. You don't owe him anything." It was quiet for a minute as you ran your fingers through his hair. "I'm gonna go see him tonight." The tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes as he continued to fall apart in your arms. You try your best to keep it a secret, "I can go with you." He looks up at you, his face wet and hair matted to his forehead, "You don't need to." "I want to." He presses a kiss to your clothed chest, "I need you to stay home. I need to do this alone." You tenderly cup one side of his face with your hand and he relaxes into it, kissing your palm, "J, he can't hurt you. You're not a kid anymore." He just takes a deep breath, "I know."

He leaned back in the chair and you guys sat on there for what felt like hours just listening to each other breathe and the waves crash onto the shore. He broke the silence, "I gotta go, sweetheart." You stood up and he followed you. You threw your arms around his neck, balancing on your tip toes, "Be safe, please." His hands found their home on your waist and he squeezed it lightly, pressing a long and deep kiss to your lips. He broke the kiss and looked down at you with those big blue eyes, "I love you." You sniffled and wiped a tear from falling down your cheek, "I love you, too." He kissed you again, "I'll be back tomorrow." You couldn't hide your tears anymore, "Please come home tonight." He kissed you on the forehead before walking away, "I love you so much. I'll see you tomorrow." You shouted after him, "I love you. Forever." He didn't look back as he walked out of the back gate. You knew if he did he wouldn't have left and you knew he needed to, no matter how much neither of you wanted him to go.

That was four days ago.

day one

Admittedly, you hoped he was going to walk through that door sometime during the night. You knew deep down that wasn't going to happen, but you couldn't help yourself from trying to will it to happen. You lay awake most of the night, tossing and turning, worrying about what was happening between him and his father. You knew that it was not an easy decision for him to make—to go and see his father after everything that had happened when he was growing up. At the same time, you knew that he needed to go to see him. He had always wanted more closure than he was afforded when he left that day when JJ was a teenager. Still, selfishly, you wished J hadn't gone. Somewhere between putting your headphones in, playing your and J's favorite songs, and letting your mind wander, you had drifted off to sleep.

You were startled by your alarm. You groaned at the sunlight peeking through the blinds you couldn't be bothered to close last night. You didn't have any messages from J and he still wasn't home. You had a sinking feeling, but he always comes home. Maybe he went straight to work to open the shop. You call him, but he doesn't answer. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to leave early to go drive by the shop. You pull into the parking lot and his car isn't there. You notice his motorcycle had been taken out of the garage, which felt unusual. You rummage through your purse for a minute looking for the spare key to the front door. You finally find it and make your way into the garage. It was still dark enough outside so the garage's sensor lights were still on. JJ's truck and the boat were gone. You still didn't like not knowing where he was or if he was safe, but you had some peace knowing where he likely was. You wrote a quick note and left it on his desk before locking back up and heading to work.

Before going to your classroom, you stopped by the office to check your mailbox. You walked into the front office and noticed your box was empty. You walked up to the receptionist counter and you were greeted by the office manager's, Rhonda, smile. You smiled back at her, "Morning, Rhonda." She pushed her bowl of Jolly Ranchers closer to you, "Morning, honey. Want a Jolly Rancher for the road?" She knew your weakness. You picked a couple from the bowl and turned to leave. You stopped and thought for a second, "Hey, Rhonda. Can I ask you something?" She stopped typing on her computer, "Not if you're gonna ask me to change the toner." You smiled and laughed weakly, "No, you don't have to worry about that. I know you too well." Her smile was warm and I think she could tell something was on your mind, "What's on your mind?" I cleared my throat, "Did Joe mention seeing JJ at the shop last night?" She looked a bit puzzled and shook her head no, "I'm sorry, no. Is everything okay?" You quickly shook your head yes, "Yeah, everything's fine. He's just going through something right now. Have a good day, Rhonda." "You too."

day two

It had been just over 24 hours since you had last seen him. These days, he never disappears for this long without checking in. You tried your best to keep your mind from going to dark places. Sometimes those thoughts go the best of you though. You were at a loss. You checked all of his usual corners after school yesterday and came up empty. You couldn't exactly take the boat out and look for him on the water, he had the damn boat.

You didn't want to get anyone else involved. What use was it to worry everyone if he was fine? Probably fine. He's fine. You were going to drive yourself crazy if you didn't at least reach out to John B. It was early, but you still dialed his number. You could tell you woke him up by the rasp in his voice, "Hello?" It was a question, not a greeting. He was still half asleep and probably very confused as to why you were calling him so early, or even calling him in the first place. You took a deep breath choking back tears, but your voice still trembled, "Hey, I'm so sorry to wake you." You could hear Sarah in the background, "Is she okay? Put her on speaker." They spoke almost in unison, "Is everything okay?" "Have either of you talked to JJ? He hasn't come home for two nights in a row." You heard John B. clear his throat, "He came by the other night before going to see his dad, but I figured he would have been home by now. Has he called you?" You clenched your fist, nails digging into your palm, to keep from breaking down completely, "No, I haven't talked to him since he left that day. I think I need to go to the police." Sarah chimed in, "Do you want me to go with you?" "No, I'll be fine." Her voice was reassuring, "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I am. I'm gonna go before work. Text me if you hear from him?" They answered together, "Of course."

You had two preps this morning, so you had plenty of time to head to the station before your first class. You parked and pulled down the visor mirror to make sure your eyes weren't too red. You took a deep breath, counted to three, and got out of the car. The walk to the door felt hundreds of miles long. Chills covered your body as you walked up to the counter. An officer you recognized as a parent of one of your students was sitting going through files when she looked up, "Oh, don't tell me this is about my son." You chuckled a bit, "It's not." "Thank god. What can I do for you then?" You leaned forward against the counter a little, "Is Shoupe in yet?" She sat back a bit to get a better look through the frosted office window, "I think so. Can I tell him what this is about? Everything okay?" You bit your bottom lip to keep it from quivering, "Can you please just tell him I need to talk to him about something?" She got up from her seat taking her coffee cup with her, "I sure can." "Thank you."

Shoupe stood in the doorway of his office motioning his head as an invitation. He waited until you were sitting to close the door. You fidgeted with the loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater. He sat down opposite you and took a sip of his coffee. The warm scent reminded you that you hadn't smelled coffee in two days, JJ drank it, not you. The scent filled your nostrils and you closed your eyes for a second basking in it. Shoupe broke you out of your thoughts, "What brings you in? How are your parents? I ran into your dad at the dealership the other day." You nodded, "My parents are good. Yeah, he mentioned you were in the market for a new truck." He just shook his head yes, confused about why I was making small talk about my dad's business at 7:30 in the morning on a Wednesday, "So, are you gonna tell me why you're really here?"

You smoothed down your dress nervously running your hands back and forth on your thighs, "JJ hasn't been home in two days." Shoupe didn't look surprised, "Isn't that kind of what he does?" You kept yourself from rolling your eyes, "It's what he used to do. He's not a teenager anymore, Shoupe. He has responsibilities now. A good life, he just wouldn't run off. He wouldn't do this to me. I'm really worried about him. No one has seen or heard from him in two days. I don't know what else to do. I'm freaking out." You felt the tears begin to form on your bottom lash line and broke down completely, "Shoupe, I need you to do something. He wouldn't do this to me." He leaned forward in his chair and pulled paperwork from the bottom drawer of his desk. He offered you a box of tissues and a pen, "Let's just fill out the missing person's report and go from there." You nodded, drying your tears, and taking the pen, "Okay, let's do that. But then what?" He typed something into his computer, "We wait."

day three

The last thing you wanted to do was get out of bed and deal with teenagers all day. You loved your students to death, but it had been a long couple of days, especially because you weren't sleeping all that well. You were physically and emotionally exhausted. You finished your tea before you even made it to work, so you headed to the office to make a new cup and see Rhonda so she could fuel your Jolly Rancher habit. Rhonda can usually see right through you so you tried your best not to look as tired and worn out as you actually were, "Morning, Rhonda." She put her candy bowl on the counter so you could reach it, "Morning, honey." You stood there waiting for the electric kettle to heat up. You absentmindedly spun the ring that sat on your ring finger. Rhonda took notice, "Your boy not back yet?" You shook your head no, "Can you thank Joe for opening up the garage this week?" She smiled that warm and comforting smile at you, "Of course. He really did get you a beautiful ring." You plopped your tea bag into your mug, "Thank you. He had some help." She placed her hand onto yours, "He loves you. He'll be back." You just smiled back and nodded slightly, "Have a good day, Rhonda."

You really didn't want to spend another night alone in your and JJ's home. You texted Sarah.

*text chain*

Hey, would you mind spending the night tonight?

Not at all, do you want me to come by after you get home from work?

That would be great. You know where the key is if you get there before me. :)

You pulled up to your house to see Sarah's car already in the driveway. You unlocked the door to see her drying some dishes. She turned around abruptly, "Oh, you startled me. You're home early." You pulled her into a hug, "I had a prep. You didn't need to clean my kitchen." She squeezed you a little tighter, "I know, I just wanted to help." You released each other and you thanked her. You changed and sat down on the couch. She sat on the loveseat adjacent to you, "You haven't heard from him?" You sighed, "No, but I talked to Shoupe yesterday." She rolled her eyes, "Did he say anything worthwhile?" "Nope." You enjoyed not being alone and got lost in reality TV to occupy your mind for a bit.

Sarah broke the silence, "You hungry?" You nodded, realizing you hadn't eaten much of anything the last few days. She took her phone off the coffee table, "I can have John B. go pick up a pizza or something." You snuggled deeper under your blanket, "That sounds good." You were thankful for your friends. Even though they were JJ's first, you were welcomed quickly and found a best friend in Sarah that you had wanted your whole life. You didn't talk much in high school, she had a certain untouchable aura to her back then. She was far from untouchable, however. She was warm and fiercely loyal to those whom she loved.

day four

You were thankful that both Sarah and John B. decided to spend the night last night. John B. took up residence on the couch insisting that he didn't need to sleep in the guest room if Sarah wasn't going to be in there. You insisted that you could sleep alone, you think she knew you didn't mean it. She was still asleep when your alarm went off. It was a half day and you literally could not be more thankful. All you had to do was make it through four hours of teaching AP English and you could retreat back to your safe haven, to your friends, and maybe to JJ. You couldn't help but think that every day when you came home this week, JJ would be there waiting for you. It hadn't happened yet, but you weren't about to give up hope.

When you got home, both Sarah and John B. had left. Sarah left a note on the kitchen table: "Went home to get some stuff and John's at the surf shop. We'll be back later." You told them they didn't need to spend another night but you were thankful they chose to. You made a cup of tea and settled onto the couch, trying your best to take a nap. Your mind was racing but listening to music always seemed to help. You were startled awake by the door lock clicking closed. Sarah muttered to herself, "Shit." You sat up, "Hey." She looked apologetic, "I am so sorry, I was trying not to wake you." You got up from your place on the couch, the hair on the back of your neck was sticking to it and all you wanted to do was take a shower, "It's okay, I'm gonna take a shower." Sarah placed some grocery bags on the kitchen table, "You'll feel much better after that. I'll fix us some dinner. John B. will be by later, he's got inventory coming in tonight."

The steam filled the bathroom as you stepped into the hot water. You let the slightly too hot water wash over your shoulders. For a just moment, you felt everything melt away. There was truly nothing like a hot shower. You sat with your thoughts for a few minutes. You missed JJ so much and were really starting to get concerned. You hadn't heard anything from Shoupe yet, though you were wondering if he was actually doing anything. You wanted nothing more than to go back in time and not let him leave or force him to take you with him. You regretted not going after him, making sure he was okay. You kept telling yourself you could have prevented this, but in reality, you knew couldn't have.

After your shower, you and Sarah sat down to eat dinner. You spent it reminiscing about old times—talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You have to admit, the banter was a welcome distraction. Shortly after dinner, you guys settled in to watch a movie. You were tired but you enjoyed doing something other than worrying about your wayward fiancé. You could feel yourself starting to fall asleep, "Hey, I'm gonna turn in." She nodded and pulled you into a side hug from her spot next to you on the couch, "I'm gonna wait out here for John B. Shout if you need anything." You squeezed her hand, "Thanks, Sarah."

You rummaged through JJ's drawers searching for his favorite t-shirt—his faded Sex Wax shirt. You wanted to feel close to him. He had had the thing since high school, so it was perfectly worn in. You slipped the shirt over your head and crawled under the pile of blankets that you couldn't sleep without but JJ always complained about. You had been lulled to sleep by the sound of the TV in the living room. For the first time in the last few days, you were actually asleep.

After a couple of hours, you were woken up by whispering coming from the hallway. You didn't think anything of it. You checked the time on your phone. It was 2:38 in the morning. You had a message. You opened the messaging app and it was from JJ, almost an hour ago. It just read, "I'm sorry." Before you could manage to untangle yourself from your pile of blankets (JJ was right, you really didn't need all of these), the bedroom door opened slowly, the light from the kitchen peeking through. Your heart sank when his familiar backward cap and his blonde locks fluttering out from beneath it were illuminated in the doorway. You choked back a sob, "JJ?" He rushed over to you taking you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks. He broke the hug and your eyes met. He wiped a tear from your cheek. You were so unbelievably angry and thankful at the same time. He kissed you. You cried harder. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "Shhh, I'm here. You're safe. I'm safe." You pulled back a bit, "You look like hell." "I feel like hell."

part 2

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