mydogisveryadorbs

[mydogisveryadorbs]

falling | jj maybank x reader

summary: jj never meant to fall in love with you, it just happened

warnings: cursing, drug use (weed), little angsty, SOFT JJ, fluff, fluff, fluff

a/n: thank you for this amazing request sweet anon! i hope you enjoy it!

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Rain is something that every Kildare resident has become accustomed to. The rainy summer months were simply a nuisance to everyone who lived in the OBX. 

You couldn't quite understand the contempt the people of this town had for the bad weather. To you, the rain was refreshingly familiar. It reminds you of splashing in the puddles with your older brother and being playfully scolded by your mother for tracking mud into the house. The rain is your childhood.

When you spot the dark clouds on your way out of the house that morning, your mood becomes instantly brighter. You play upbeat music as you walk to visit your dad at work. 

Your father is the manager of Kildare’s finest Resort and Spa so you practically grew up there. Making friends has never come easily for you and so some of your finest childhood memories were made running through the grass fields in the courtyard and being the honorary taste tester for the kitchen staff. 

The rain gives you an extra skip in your step and you rush through helping your dad with some of his paperwork so you can get back outside quicker.

Not every Kildare native has the same mindset that you do. To JJ Maybank, the rain is a reminder of the days he was forced to stay inside with his father. The cracking thunder reminds him of being hidden under his bedsheets in fear, with no one to comfort him.

The blonde’s fingers quickly fumble to punch in the well-known number of his best friend. The phone rings, and rings, and rings, until the crackly sound of John B’s voicemail box fills his ears. He tries Kiara and even Pope, before ultimately giving up.

The one day his bike is in the shop, it rains and none of his friends answer their phones.

Despite every instinct he has, JJ knows he has no choice but to walk home in the rain. His clothes are already sopping wet against his skin even after a brief minute of standing under the downpour.

He shivers, arms wrapping around his body as he prepares himself to make the journey home.

Before JJ can even take one step forward, a bright yellow blob moves towards him, catching his attention. The blob slowly morphs into a figure as it approaches.

“Hello,” a sweet feminine voice calls out to him. JJ’s brows instantly furrow at the sight of the teen girl in the bright yellow raincoat, holding an equally bright, yellow umbrella.

“Um, hi?” he replies over the sound of the rain, his voice coming out in more of a questioning tone.

You quickly move your hand so that your small umbrella is covering both of your heads.

“Thanks,” JJ mutters, still confused. You offer him a sweet smile. He takes the moment to scan your face. You're easily one of the most gorgeous girls he's ever seen and he wonders how he's gone this long without noticing you. 

“You looked like you needed it more than me,” you explain with a shrug, eyes falling away from JJ’s piercing blue ones. “Where are you headed? I didn't drive here but I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind if I borrowed his car to take you home.”

His eyes widened in realization. “Oh, um, your Mr. (Y/L/N)’s daughter right?” You reply with a simple nod. “It's fine, I'll just walk.”

Your lips pull down into a sudden frown and JJ has an intense urge to make you smile again. “It would be much faster for me to drive you,” you urge, “Plus, if you walk home without an umbrella, you'll definitely catch a cold.”

JJ can't help but smile softly at your kindness which you eagerly return with one of your own. “How ‘bout you just let me borrow your umbrella then?” he asks jokingly.

“Well that would work, but this is my favorite umbrella.” This is a lie. You have two other umbrellas just like it at home.

“Well I guess you'll just have to give me a ride home then,” JJ gives in.

Your smile grows as you link your arm with the blondes and pull him to your dad's fancy sports car. JJ gives you directions back to the Chateau and you oblige. 

The two of you make conversation for almost the entire drive, only breaking when you stop to turn up a song you like. JJ is pleasantly surprised when you never mention the length of the drive or the rundown houses you pass.

A few minutes later, You pull up to the chateau, putting the car in park. The car goes quiet besides the sound of rain hitting the rooftop. 

JJ looks over at you with a soft smile. “Thank you, really, for the ride,” he tells you genuinely as he gathers his things.

“Any time, Maybank.”

Over the next two weeks, you start to spend a little more time at the hotel, bumping into JJ anytime the opportunity arises. The blonde is used to eating his lunch on his own in the back room, but when you ask if he'll join you for lunch on the golf course, he can't possibly say no.

“So then my friend John B had to practically drag me out of the water,” JJ says, continuing his story about getting stung by a jellyfish. “I couldn't walk for three straight days.” His words are muffled by the bite of the sandwich he has in his mouth causing you to giggle. JJ smiles at the sound, wanting nothing more than to make you laugh like that again.

“You know I've always wanted to learn how to surf,” you tell him, causing his eyes to widen. “But after your stories, I might not,” you add with a laugh.

“You've never been surfing,” the blonde asks in disbelief to which you respond with a head shake. “How long have you lived here?”

You smile. “All my life.”

“You've lived here all your life and you've never been surfing?” 

“I've been paddleboarding,” you offer with a sheepish smile.

JJ chuckles slightly at your lame joke, but mostly at how adorable you are. “Come surfing with me tomorrow,” he says, softly grabbing your hand in his causing you to blush hard.

“Tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. I have the day off and my friends and I were planning to go anyway.”

Your eyes widen and you gulp slightly. “Your friends are going to be there,” you ask warily.

JJ nods in confusion. “Yeah my friends will be there, unless,” a look of realization sweeps over his face, “Oh. You don't want to go with my friends.” His hand drops yours onto the blanket you brought.

“No,” you tell him earnestly, grabbing his hand back. “It's not that I don't want to go with them, it's that I don't think they will want me there.” JJ looks at you in confusion. “You and your friends are the most looked up to friend group on this island. It's an unspoken thing that everyone wants to be you guys. I just don't think they'll want me butting into your group.”

JJ frowns. Is that really what you think of yourself? The blonde has only known you for a few weeks, but at that time he's decided that you are the kindest, most selfless person on this island. Why you are unable to see that, is beyond him.

It's the first moment in JJ’s life that he has the sudden urge to kiss you. But he can't, he knows that. He knows it won't be the last time he gets this feeling (not with your perfect pouty lips and kind heart around him all the time), but he pushes the thought to the back of his mind for now.

“(Y/N),” he says, drawing your attention back up to his eyes. “Trust me, they'll love you.” What's not to love? But he doesn't say that last part out loud.

JJ doesn't know it, but this moment is also the first time you have the urge to kiss him. The urge to wrap your hands around his neck and pull his lips to meet yours. Your heart rate increases rapidly and you push the thought aside as well.

With promises of meeting the next day, you bid JJ goodbye, the butterflies in your stomach not diminishing until the blonde is out of your sight.

The next afternoon you spend thirty minutes trying on all of your bikinis. You want more than anything to have a good impression on JJ’s friends. 

You are slipping a pale green tank top over your bikini as the doorbell echos through your house. “I'll get it,” you tell out, hoping no one gets to the door first.

Grabbing the rest of your things and shoving them into your tote bag, you quickly run downstairs. When you make it to the door you spot your older brother Sam reaching to open it.

“Sam wait,” you yell, rushing to open the door first. You pull the handle revealing JJ. He's dressed in a pair of grey cargo shorts, a worn black tank top, and his infamous red snapback. “Hey,” you say with a smile.

“Hey.”

“(Y/N), where are you going,” Sam asks from behind you. You turn around to see your brother giving you a look that resembles that of a worried parent.

“I'm going surfing with JJ and his friends,” you tell him quickly. JJ waves at your brother, slightly intimidated by the tall boy.

Sam looks over your shoulder at JJ before snapping his eyes back to you. “Did you tell mom and dad about this?”

You roll your eyes lightly. “I'm not ten, Sam,” you say sarcastically. “I don't have to get permission every time I leave the house.”

Sam’s eyes move back to JJ, only to see that the blue-eyed boy is already looking at you. “Keep her safe, will you?” he asks with a sigh.

JJ looks at your brother. “Of course,” he promises.

You smile, kissing your brother on the cheek. “Love you, Sam.”

He responds with the same and the two of you are quickly moving off your front porch and towards the street.

JJ watches your expression as you approach the pogue van, expecting some sort of disgust of their old vehicle.

He opens the passenger door for you, making you blush hard, before moving to the driver's seat. “Sorry it's not the nicest car,” he says as the van sputters to life, slightly cringing at the sound of the old engine.

“What are you talking about,” you say with an honest smile, “This is literally the coolest car ever.” You stick your hand out the window letting the wind hit it as giggles escape from your mouth.

JJ’s lips stretch into a wide smile at the sight. 

The two of you laugh and sing along to whatever song comes on the radio. It's just like the night you drove him home from the hotel except now, the sun is shining bright above you.

When JJ pulls the van up to the front of the run down Chateau, you feel your palms begin to sweat. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask the boy next to you, not taking your eyes off the front porch.

JJ smiles. “They're gonna love you,” he says confidently, “Now come on before I die of heatstroke.” He hops out of the car, running around to your side and helping you out.

You chew your lips nervously as the two of you walk up the steps and across the front porch. 

“We're here,” JJ announces as he opens the door for you. 

The first thing you notice when you enter the little house is the pungent smell of weed. Despite not smoking yourself, you don't mind the scent. The second thing you notice is the three teenagers sitting on a worn couch.

A girl with curly brown hair throws her hands up into the air. “JJ’s brought a girl home,” she exclaims with a chuckle. 

The blonde beside you rolls his eyes. “Shut up Kie.”

The girl who you assume is Kiara, stands up, and runs over to you. Much to your surprise, she pulls you into a tight hug. You stand there in confusion for a second before hugging her back. “I'm Kiara, but you can call me Kie,” she says, pulling away. “Those two dumbasses are John B and Pope,” Kie tells you, pointing to the two boys still sitting on the couch. They lift their chins in a greeting.

“So are you guys ready,” JJ asks, breaking the tension. 

The boys stand up and the five of you walk outside before piling into the van. John B and Kiara sit in the front and JJ, Pope, and you in the back.

“JB, where's Sarah,” Pope asks. 

“Couldn't make it,” John B replies, “Said she had family stuff.”

“John B, you're dating Sarah Cameron, right?” you ask sweetly.

John B nods. “Yeah, you know her?”

“Not really, we had English together last year,” you say, watching as the brunette boy’s expression remains stoic. “I don't know if she'll like me though. I kind of punched her brother in third grade for making fun of my friend's dress.”

The whole group laughs loudly and you blush hard, not meaning for that to slip out. JJ uses the moment to wrap his arms discreetly across your shoulders.

“I think she'll definitely like you then,” John B says. “That's badass.”

A few minutes later, the van pulls up to a secluded spot on the beach.

“Wow, it's beautiful here,” you say in awe.

JJ nods as he and Kie take the surfboards down from the roof of the van. “This is our secret pogue spot.”

“Oh,” you say looking down, feeling out of place.

Pope hands you one of the boards. “You're basically an honorary pogue if we bring you here,” he says with a kind smile. “Think of this as your initiation.”

You smile back, relieved that JJ’s friends aren't annoyed by your presence. JJ tries to hide a smile of his own, loving that you are getting along with his friends considering they're the only family he has.

The five of you walk down to the beach, finding a good spot to lay down your stuff. 

JJ can't take his eyes off of you as you slip your tank top over your head. His little heart can't handle how gorgeous you are. You're wearing a small blue and white floral bikini, leaving little to the imagination.

“You okay, Maybank?” you ask, snapping him out of his trance. He nods dumbly, making you chuckle. “C’mon,” you say, grabbing your board in one hand and holding the other out to the blonde.

This sets him into motion and he quickly grabs his own board and links his fingers with yours. He has to remind himself to take in this moment, wanting to remember the first time you ever held his hand. 

“So how do I do this,” you ask once you have paddled out into the water. 

JJ nods. “Normally I would have you do some exercises on land first, but I say you just go for it,” he says, floating on the board next to you.

“Great plan, Maybank,” you say with a slight eye roll. “If I die it's on you.”

JJ laughs. “You're not gonna die, (Y/N),” he tells you. “The waves are small today anyways.”

He explains the basics of how and where to stand before demonstrating on a wave. You admire how his tan body moves gracefully on the board. He makes it look so easy and you smile at the look of concentration he has.

JJ ladles back out to where you are when he is done. “Maybank,” you exclaim. “That was amazing.”

JJ smiles wide. “Now it's your turn.”

You grimace. “It's not gonna look like that.”

“Don't worry, that took years of practice,” he encourages before pointing behind you. “Look, there's a perfect wave coming.”

You look at the wave, gulping in anticipation. “Wish me luck.”

“You got this,” he yells making you laugh. Your heart pounds in your chest as you line yourself up the way JJ had. When the wave comes toward you, you attempt to put your foot where JJ told you. Instead, you miss and fall into the water before you even have the chance to stand.

JJ’s heart drops the moment your head disappears under the water. The waves weren't too big and the current shouldn't be strong at this time of day, but he couldn't help the sick feeling he got watching you fall.

The moment your head pops up out of the water he breathes a sigh of relief. The sound of your laughter is enough to calm his anxieties.

You slide back on your board, paddling back over to JJ. “Well that was embarrassing,” you say with a giggle.

JJ smiles with a small shake of his head. “No one gets it on their first try,” he reassures her. “If you stood up just now I would have sent you straight to a surfing competition.”

A few more tries (and fails) later you notice the sun starting to set over the horizon. 

“You ready to go back in,” JJ asks from his board next to you.

You shake your head. “I want to give it one more go,” you tell him. “But you go in and watch from the beach.”

The blonde frowns. “Are you sure?” 

“I'll be fine, Maybank,” you say with a small smile. “Plus, then you can watch me better when I shred some waves,” you add in a mock surfer voice. 

JJ gives you a slight eye roll before making his way to shore. He meets up with the rest of the pogues who are coming back from up the beach where they had found some bigger waves.

“Getting bored of teaching the newbie,” John B asks when he sees JJ.

JJ gently shoves the boy. “No,” the blonde replies plainly. “She just wanted to give it one last try before we head in.”

The four of them watch from the sand as you make your way towards an upcoming wave.

“I bet you five bucks she doesn't even stand,” John B whispers to Pope.

“Hey,” JJ snaps, turning to look at his two friends. “What are you two idiots doing.”

“Definitely not betting on your girlfriend,” Pope says, sarcasm laced in his voice.

JJ blushes at the word 'girlfriend’. “She's not my girlfriend.”

Even Kie rolls her eyes at this. “Yeah, okay.”

They go silent as you get closer to the wave, watching as you paddle along it. In one graceful motion, you position your feet, straightening your legs until you are standing.

The four pogues cheer as you ride the wave. It's definitely not perfect, but JJ couldn't be more proud. 

You ride the wave in, throwing your board on the sand as you run-up to the group. “I did it guys,” you exclaim happily.

Running up to JJ, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, practically jumping into his arms. He catches you easily, spinning you around in excitement.

The blonde puts you down after a minute, reluctant to let go of you. You look up into his eyes, feeling the tension grow.

“You did awesome, girly,” Kie says, drawing your attention away from JJ.

He smiles as he watches you interact with his friends. At that exact moment, his heart feels so full, but he can't explain it.

After everyone is done congratulating you, the six of you gather your things before piling into the van. You tell jokes and chat on the way back to your house.

You give JJ a soft kiss on the cheek before bidding everyone else goodbye. Despite rolling his eyes when his three best friends make fun of him for it, having your lips on his cheek is the last thing he thinks about before drifting off to sleep that night.

Yes, he's definitely falling for you.

Over the next few weeks, you grew closer and closer with the pogues. A few days after your surfing adventure you met Sarah Cameron for the first time, and after that, you were basically a pogue yourself.

When you invited JJ over for dinner at your house, the blonde assumed your parents would hate him like every other kook family. However, your parents and brother treated him with nothing but kindness and respect (how could they not after all the stories you have told them). 

Looking back, that was the night you knew you were in love with JJ. Watching him laugh and have meaningful conversations with your family made you fall even harder for him.

Tonight, almost five months after you first met JJ on that rainy night, you are lounging on the floor of John B’s living room cracking jokes with your friends.

You told your parents you were spending the night at Kiara’s, knowing that they would ask fewer questions.

“Kie, pass me the blunt, would you,” John B asks from his spot next to Sarah. 

You are sitting next to JJ, your legs stretched across his and your back pressed against the couch. Your eyes watch as John B places the blunt to his lips, inhaling the vapor.

The brunette lifts an eyebrow. “You wanna hit, (Y/N),” John B asks, holding the blunt out with two fingers.

Before you can even open your mouth, the blonde beside you speaks up. “She doesn't smoke JB,” he says annoyed at his best friend for even asking.

You look at him confidently. “Actually, I think I'd like to try,” you say, causing everyone to look at you in shock. 

“You sure?” JJ asks softly from next to you. You nod and John B passes you the blunt.  

Placing it in between your lips, you inhale like you had seen John B do earlier. Only, when you do it, it sends you into a coughing fit.  

JJ rubs your back with a slight eye roll. “Atta girl,” he says with a small chuckle.

It doesn't take long for you to be high out of your mind. You're a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and you probably should have guessed you would be a lightweight when it came to weed too.

At some point in the night, you find yourself sprawled out on one of the hammocks outside in a large, ratty t-shirt you assume belongs to JJ. The stars spin above you and you giggle. 

“(Y/N)?” you hear the voice of the boy you're madly in love with, approach.

“Maybank,” you cheer when he finds you on the hammock. He gestured for you to move over and once you do so he plops down next to you.

You're instantly pulled into JJ’s toned chest and you let your head rest easily on his shoulder.

“Is everyone else asleep?” you attempt to whisper, but it comes out louder than you had anticipated. 

JJ’s hands find your hair and begin to play with it lightly. “Mhm.”

“So it's just me and you?” you ask sweetly, words slightly slurred from the weed in your system. 

He hopes you can't hear how fast his heart is beating from having you this close. “Just you and me.”

“JJ can I ask you a question,” you mumble, the weed making you only slightly more confident.

“F’course,” JJ tells you.

You use your fingers to trace lazy patterns on his bare chest. “How come you never call me any nicknames,” you ask with a pout. “Like I call you ‘Maybank’, y’know and you have a nickname for every one of our friends except me.”

JJ doesn't answer right away and even your wasted mind thinks that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask. 

“Because I like your name,” he finally says after a while.

A small “oh” is all you can muster, so the blonde boy continues. “I like saying your name. It's really pretty and I like the way it sounds,” he tries to explain, slightly cringing at his words.

“I like you,” you blurt, but it comes out in a slow drawl.

“What,” JJ asks quickly, eyes widening in shock. When you don't reply, he looks down at you only to find you fast asleep on his chest.

His brain is going a mile a minute trying to comprehend what you said. You must've meant it in a friendly way because there's no way someone like you would like a guy like him. Right?

The blonde lays there for hours, unable to sleep with your words on his mind (and your head over his heart). Finally, he coaxes himself to sleep with the thought that you were high out of your mind and didn't mean anything you said.

The next morning you wake up alone in the bed of John B’s guest room. You have no idea how you got there and have little recollection of the previous night.

You stumble out of the small room with a headache and feeling slightly nauseous.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Sarah says with a smile when you appear in the kitchen. 

You look around the room, noticing that you were the last one awake. “What happened last night,” you groan, plopping down in the seat between Kiara and JJ

“Well,” Pope says with a smirk. “You had your first official experience with weed.”

You groan again, laying your head in your arms which are folded on the table. You feel a familiar hand rest on your back and you turn your head to look at JJ. He smiles at you and a sea of butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Well, I should probably get home,” you say, sitting up. JJ pouts at your words and you giggle, leaning over to give him a small kiss on the cheek which unbeknownst to you, makes his stomach fill with butterflies too. 

You bid goodbye to the rest of your friends, before stumbling out of the chateau and to your car. 

JJ’s eyes follow your body until it is completely out of sight. When he finally sees your car pulling out of the driveway, he looks back to his friends only to find all of them staring at him. “What?”

“Just tell her you love her already,” Kiara says with a dramatic groan causing JJ’s eyes to widen. 

John B nods. “Seriously, dude,” he says, “You gotta do it before she gets tired of waiting.”

“What are you guys talking about,” JJ asks innocently despite knowing exactly what his friends are talking about.

“The two of you are madly in love with each other so what are you doing wasting this time you could be spending together,” Sarah reasons.

JJ knows his friends are right, but he doesn't need them breathing down his neck when he does decide to tell you.

You, on the other hand, realized a few seconds into your drive that you forgot your phone. You had turned around and were now making your way back up the porch steps.

“I do not like (Y/N),” lies through his teeth, having no idea that you could hear him clearly through the mesh screen door. “She's just a spoiled, kook, brat that I happened to take pity on. She means nothing to me.”

Each word that passes from JJ’s lips is like a knife to your heart. Completely forgetting your phone, you don't waste any time running back to your car. Hot tears stream down your face at a steady rate as you attempt to get as far away as possible from the boy who broke your heart. 

“Okay keep telling yourself that,” John B says to JJ with a small smirk on his lips.

JJ rolls his eyes, but on the inside, he is longing for your sweet lips to press to his cheek again. The dense blonde has no idea that the girl he loves with his whole heart, is currently broken because of him.

Over the next few days, you make every excuse in the book not to see the pogues, knowing that even being in the same room as JJ would be too much. 

When Kiara brings by your phone from the Chateau, you immediately break down and tell her what you witnessed. The curly-haired girl wants to tell you the whole truth, but she figures it should come from the idiotic blonde himself.

After three days of not hearing from you, JJ’s worry starts to eat him alive. What if you were sick? Or sad? Or what if you finally realized you were too good for him?

Despite the drizzling rain, JJ takes his bike and makes his way to your house as quickly as he can.

When he knocks on your large oak door and your brother opens it, JJ is immediately brought back to the first day he came to your house. He remembers the pride he felt when you first stood up on that board. 

“Hey, Sam. Is (Y/N) here?” he asks, peaking around your brother's shoulder as if you would be standing there like you were that one day.

“No,” Sam says harshly, immediately slamming the door shut in JJ’s face. 

The blonde is left there in confusion wondering what is wrong. He knocks on the door again, louder this time. 

Sam opens the door again. “What?” he snaps.

“I know she's here,” JJ explains seriously. “I can see her bedroom light from her window and she never leaves her light on.”

Your brother scowls at JJ’s words as if it's an abomination that he knows such an intimate fact about you.

“Leave, JJ,” Sam says, slightly calmer now. “She doesn't want to see you.” He shuts the door again, causing JJ’s heart to break slightly.

What does he mean you don't want to see him?

The blonde steps away from your front door and moves under your bedroom window. The rain is falling much harder now, causing JJ’s curls to plaster to his forehead.

He glances up at your window, suddenly having an idea. It takes him a few tries, but JJ is able to scale your house and make it to your small balcony.

He peers into your room, spotting you laying on your bed, with your back facing him. JJ knocks lightly on your window and you snap your head in his direction. 

Your eyes widen when you see his sopping wet form and for a second you forget why you're laying alone in the first place. You rush to the window, undoing the hinges and pulling JJ inside.

Once the blonde is standing in front of you, his words from the other night come rushing back.

“What are you doing here, JJ,” you ask with a small sigh, wrapping your hoodie-clad arms around your stomach.

The blonde frowns. “You called me JJ.”

“That's your name isn't it?” 

“Yeah, but yo-you never,” JJ stumbles over his words. “Are you okay? Why haven't you been answering my texts or calls?”

“I was busy,” you say with a shrug, sitting back onto your bed.

“You know you can talk to me, right,” JJ asks as he takes a small step closer to you. “I'll always be here for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, okay,” you mumble sarcastically. 

JJ flinches back. “What's going on (Y/N)? You're not being yourself. You are always there for me and my problems, so you should know that I'll always be here for you and whatever it is you're going through,” he tells you honestly.

“Oh yeah because you took pity on me, right?” you snap, looking him dead in the eyes as a few tears fall down your cheeks. A look of confusion spreads across his features. “Because I'm a ‘spoiled, kook, brat’ right?”

JJ's heart drops to the pit of his stomach as he realizes what you are talking about. His eyes well with tears knowing why you've been hurting the past few days.

“(Y/N),” he all but whimpers. His hands reach out for you but you pull back.“Please, let me explain.”

You harshly wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I think you made yourself very clear the other day. Leave, JJ,” you tell him.

JJ shakes his head as panic builds in his chest. He struggles to breathe as he realizes that he is about to lose you before he even truly has you.

His breathing becomes more and more erratic and he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“JJ,” you ask softly, noticing the arising panic attack. The blonde looks up at you, fear evident in his eyes. Despite the pain, he put you through, you still love him and can't stand to see him in pain. “C'mere JJ,” you say softly, pulling him to sit on your bed. You crouch down below him, shushing him softly.

“You gotta breathe with me,” you tell him, making sure he's watching as you take a few big breaths in. He is able to take a few shaky breaths and soon his heart rate has slowed to a somewhat normal rate, JJ collapses into your arms. “You're okay. It's gonna be okay.”

JJ frowns, pulling away from you slightly. “Why are you being so nice to me,” he asks shakily. “After everything I've done?”

You shrug, looking down.

He uses two of his fingers to gently lift your chin so you are looking at him. “Please let me explain,” he whispers and you nod slightly. “After you left that day, the pogues were messing with me, saying that I was so in love with you n ’shit, so I had to say something that would get them to shut up,” he says quickly, wanting to get through his story so you will stop hurting. 

“Nothing I said that day was remotely close to the truth. You are the most kind-hearted person on this island, and for me to even say that you aren't, it's just, I'm so sorry,” he says. “I never meant to hurt you, but I couldn't have the pogues thinking I was in love with you.”

Your heart falls at his words. “Because that would be embarrassing, right?” you say, trying to hide the dejection you are feeling.

“No.” You look up at him in confusion. “Because I didn't want you to find out before I got the courage to tell you myself.”

“What?” 

“I'm in love with you (Y/N),” he says with a small smile on his face. “I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You’re my first thought in the morning, you’re my last thought before I fall asleep, and you're almost every thought in between.”

The room goes silent and the only sound that can be heard is the rain softly hitting your window. 

“Now is where you say something,” he says with an awkward chuckle.

You open your mouth to speak, but everything you want to say to the boy in front of you is stuck in your throat. “I-” you manage to sutter out.

JJ sighs. “It’s okay,” he says standing up, leaving you to fall limply against your bed. “I figured this would happen. You don’t have to say anything.”

When he moves towards your window, your body seems to catch up with your brain and you run to stop him. JJ turns around, but before he can get a word out, you press your lips to his. 

You swear you see sparks fly behind your eyes the moment your lips meet his. The kiss starts softly at first and then builds with an intensity that has you gripping his shoulders for balance. This kicks the blonde into motion. He places one hand softly on your cheek and uses the other to tug your waist closer to him. 

The intoxicating taste of weed and mint lulls you closer as your lips move together perfectly. Neither of you ever want to stop. Moving your right hand to lace your fingers in his hair, you tug slightly, causing him to let out a small groan. You smile into the kiss before reluctantly pulling yourself away.

“That was…” JJ trails off breathlessly. 

“Yeah,” you agree with a chuckle. “Look, when I first met you, I never would have imagined that I would have such strong feelings for you. I never would have thought that I would miss being by your side, or get butterflies in my stomach when someone mentions your name. When I first met you, I never would’ve thought that I would love you the way I do.”

Tears brim JJ’s eyes as your words fill his heart. “So, you…”

“I love you, Maybank,” you say, not looking away from his eyes.

“Say it again,” he asks in a small voice, eyes wide like he can’t believe the words you are actually saying.

You smile wide. “I love you, so much.”

JJ pulls your body tight to his chest and buries his head into the crook of your neck. “I love you more than anything,” he mumbles into your neck. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say.”

You chuckle, lifting his head off your shoulder and cupping his cheeks with your hands. You place a few soft kisses to his pouty lips causing him to smile wide. “I forgive you, but only because you're cute,” you tell him.

He blushes slightly, leaning down to kiss both of your cheeks and then your lips. Both of you have big smiles on your face when you pull away. “How have I gone this long without kissing you,” JJ says causing you to giggle. He uses the pads of his thumbs to trace your cheekbones. “You’re so beautiful,” the blonde whispers, voice laced with sincerity. 

You blush hard and nuzzle your face into his chest. After a second you look back up at him. “Stay the night?” you ask.

JJ nods. “Of course, my love.”

Smiling at the name you pull him towards your closet. “I thought you didn't give me nicknames,” you tease and he shrugs his shoulders. 

“That was before,” he says with a smile. 

You hum in response, handing him some of his clothes that either he had left at your house or you had stolen from the Chateau. Once he is changed out of his wet clothes, the two of you climb into your bed. 

JJ instantly pulls you snug to his chest and you get comfortable and he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. 

Both of you know that everything will change after today. Everything is different now, but for some reason, it feels normal to the two of you. It feels like this was how it was meant to be. Just you and JJ, together.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Maybank.”

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Awww this college!jj fic was adorable. ❤❤❤ You just never miss - every fic of yours goes straight to my fav list. ✨

you literally have no idea how happy this made me🥺 thank you so so much💕💕

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omg your writing is so amazingly wonderful, i love it!

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neighbor | college!jj maybank x reader

summary: you are struggling to fit in at your new college and in desperate need of assistance, you turn to your next-door neighbor

warnings: mentions of spiders, slight cursing, fluffy college jj

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1.3k+ words

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People in your hometown had tried to tell you that it wasn't a good idea to go to an out of state college, especially not one that was on the complete opposite side of the country from where you grew up.

In your head, it was an opportunity to grow up and away from your parents, who had good intentions but were very involved in your life. You needed a change.

Unable to take time off from work, your parents packed you up in your car 3 days before move-in and sent you on a road trip across the country. You didn't love driving by yourself, but the trip went by faster than you had expected.

Classes had started a few weeks ago and even though you were now all settled into your dorm, you struggled to adapt to the new climate and scenery. You'd thought that your roommate, who was from this town, would be able to show you around, but she seemed to spend most of her time at her boyfriend’s frat house, leaving you on your own.

You trudged down the hall, your backpack weighing heavily on your shoulders with books and your arms holding two grocery bags each. 

You are attempting to unlock your door when you notice a blonde mop of hair exit the dorm next to yours. When he turned to face you, you had to restrain a gasp. He was a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, sporting a pair of grey joggers and a loose-fitting college t-shirt.

You still weren't used to having this many guys living around you, but the coed dorms were much less expensive, so you couldn't complain.

The blonde boy offers you a small smile which you return before he is walking past you towards the elevator.

Wow, that's the nicest interaction I've had with someone on this campus you think to yourself with a small eye roll.

You walk into your dorm, putting away the groceries you had bought and changed into some cotton shorts and an oversized football shirt. You grab your bag and pull your laptop out onto your desk so you can start some homework.

Despite the fact that it was a Wednesday night, you could hear loud music coming from a party down the hall from you.

You reached in your bag to pull out your earbuds, hoping to block out the noise, but when you notice a rather large spider crawling along the floor next to your bag, you yelp loudly. Quickly, you jump onto your bed and watch as the spider slowly crawls across the carpet.

“Shit,” you say to yourself, realizing that you had no one to get rid of it for you. Letting your thoughts run wild, you quickly decide that it has to be poisonous and if it bites you, you will probably die.

An idea pops into your head and as carefully as you can, you jump to the ground and run outside, leaving the door cracked open so you can get back inside. You are suddenly glad you were wearing socks so you don't have to be barefoot in the hall.

Your hand hesitates before you knock on your neighbor's door. He is probably out partying with his friends anyway, so what's the harm?

Thinking about the spider crawling all over your things, your hesitation dissipates and you rapidly knock on the door. When no one answers for a moment, you knock again.

The door is suddenly pulled open. “What?” the blonde boy asks harshly, eyes shut and hair messy like he was taking a nap.

“Oh,” you say softly, your cheeks warming. He is even more attractive up close. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

He opens his cerulean eyes and they widen when he sees you. He quickly takes in your pajama-clad appearance and grimaces.“Shit, sorry,” he says, quickly rubbing his eyes and attempting to comb through his hair. “I thought you were the girls from 265 again. They keep trying to get me to come to their party,” the boy tries to explain, sounding guilty.

“It's totally fine. I just-” you bite your lip, feeling your face grow even hotter. The blonde boy looks at you expectantly. “I know you probably don't even know my name, but you smiled at me earlier and you seem pretty nice so can you please help me kill the giant spider in my room,” you ramble, quickly, burying your face in your hands. 

The boy lets out a loud chuckle, and you look up at him in confusion. He notices your look and sobers up with a smile. “Of course,” he says, stepping out of his dorm and shutting the door behind him. “I'm JJ by the way.”

You smile. “I'm (Y/N),” you tell him sweetly. You open your door but let him enter your dorm room first, using his body as a human shield.

“I don't see anything,” JJ says after a minute, looking back at you for help.

You peak your head around his body, searching for the tiny monster. When you spot the spider you jump, latching onto your neighbor's arm and pointing to where you see it.

JJ lets out a bellowing laugh when he sees the spider you are pointing at. “That tiny thing?” he asks sarcastically. 

The blonde looks at you expectantly and you quickly detach your arms from his. Without missing a beat, he walks over and stomps on the spider before grabbing a tissue and throwing it away in the trash. “All done,” he says, turning around to face you with a smile.

Your jaw drops in amazement and without thinking you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling the boy into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you say, gratefully.

JJ is shocked at your actions, not used to physical affection But after a moment, he returns the hug, relishing in the way you fit perfectly in his arms. “Any time,” he says.

You giggle as you pull away, leading him to the door. “Hey,” you call, causing him to turn back to look at you. “Thanks again.”

The boy smiles. “It's really not a problem,” he says genuinely. “That's what neighbors are for, right?”

“Well if you ever need anything at all, well anything that doesn't involve bugs or spiders,” you ramble. “Then I’m your gal.”

JJ laughs again and waves goodbye. You shut the door and smile as you lean back onto it. Not even two seconds later, a soft knock fills the silence in your room. You open the door to see the blonde boy standing outside, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Would there be any way I could cash in that favor next Saturday?” he asks. You look at him in confusion. “I got invited to this formal thing for a fraternity,” JJ says scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “and I need to bring a date, but I don't really know anyone here besides my roommate.” 

You smile at his words, but wait for him to continue. “Would you, ya know, be my date?” he asks, not meeting your eyes.

Grabbing his hand gently, you draw his attention to your face and offer him a soft smile. “I'd love to, JJ,” you say. “But only if you promise to kill all the bugs I find in my dorm,” you add with a giggle.

JJ smiles widely. “Of course, milady,” he says in a fake posh accent, lightly squeezing your hand in a silent 'thank you’.

You had a feeling that you and JJ were going to turn out to be more than just neighbors.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj fic #jj angst #jj x oc #jj #jj obx #Outer Banks #outer banks series #john b routledge #jj outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks college #jj maybank college #college au #sarah cameron #rafe fic #rafe cameron #kiara carrera #pogue #pope heyward

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madly and deeply | jj maybank x reader

requested by @beyondtheselegsonlythoughts​ 

summary: jj’s never had someone to stand up for him before

warnings: angst, cursing, teeny tiny mention of smut, mentions of abuse, sad jj, fluffy ending (as always)

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2.1k+ words

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All four windows of your car are rolled down as Blue World by Mac Miller blasts through the speakers.

You are driving to the cut after storming out of your house and telling your parents you were spending the weekend at John B’s house. It had been a long week of your suffocating parents attempting to set you up with Rafe Cameron, despite how many times you told them that you were dating JJ.

Somehow they couldn't get it through their thick skulls that their precious daughter wasn't interested in the life they had strategically planned since her birth. You were the complete opposite of everything they had wanted you to be, and they couldn't stand it.

Despite growing up in Figure Eight and being forced through private schools your whole life, you were a pogue at heart. Wild and free.

Your four best friends gave you the life you never thought you could have. A life with adventure, risk, and friendship. A life with JJ.

To the pogues, JJ and you were soulmates. There was no discussion about it.

They had never seen the blonde surfer take to someone the way he did to you. He never failed to have a smile on his face when you were around.

The way you felt about JJ honestly terrified you. You’d never had a solid couple to look up to in your life. Your parents have slept in different beds since you were old enough to remember and they spoke to one another like acquaintances. But the moment you met JJ, your outlook on love changed. The love you had for him was beautiful, and that was enough for you.

The sound of your ringtone brings you out of your thoughts and you glance down to see JJ’s contact photo flash across your screen.

“Hey,” you say as you answer the phone, a small smile pulling the corners of your mouth.

“Hey, sunshine,” his voice echoes through the speaker of your phone. “Do you think you can come and pick me up?” You hear a faint crash in the background and some yelling and your lips pull down into a frown.

“Yeah, of course, J,” you say, voice laced with worry. “Are you okay?”

There is a slight pause on the other end of the line and your stomach twists into a tight knot. “Yeah I'm alright,” he replies after a minute. “I just– I think I'm going to spend a few nights at John B’s.”

You take a big breath. “Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes,” you tell him. “I love you, J.”

“I love you more, sunshine.”

The line goes dead and your teeth move to gnaw on your bottom lip, foot pressing down harder on the gas in hopes of reaching your boyfriend sooner.

You turn your music down as pull up to JJ’s house, tires rolling to a stop.

Your eyes take in the sight of his father's pickup truck and your palms begin to sweat.

JJ has two rules about his house: never go anywhere near it by yourself, and never under any circumstances, go inside.

You knew when the two of you started dating that the blonde boy did not have a good home life. Throughout your relationship, you have had to patch him up after a fight with his dad more times than you can count, and it never gets any easier.

The sound of shouting fills your ears and panic immediately shoots through your body. You hear a crashing sound and your body is already barreling out of the car.

Your own safety has left your mind and the only thought you have is making sure JJ is okay.

The porch steps creek under your weight as the yelling continues. Your brain is in overdrive taking in everything around you. You've never been this far into JJ’s property.

In two steps you've crossed the porch and without hesitation, your arms push the door open with a thud. 

You take in the scene in front of you with watery eyes. Your cut up boyfriend has his back pressed up against a wall and the man you recognize as Luke Maybank stands threateningly in front of him.

“JJ,” you say, breathlessly.

His cerulean eyes snap to yours and an expression of absolute dread fills his features. 

“Well, well, well,” JJ’s father says, drawing your attention away from JJ. “What do we have here.” You can tell by the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes that he is dangerously drunk.

“(Y/N), go,” JJ yells to you in desperation.

Luke Maybank snaps back towards his son, elbow pulling back and fist clenching. 

It feels like you are moving in slow motion as you throw yourself in front of the boy you love. The first fist lands square onto your rib cage, knocking the wind out of you. The second fist comes as you are kneeling over in pain, hitting the side of your face.

“(Y/N),” JJ shouts, grabbing your body as it falls back into his. He holds you gently in his arms, wincing at the small amount of blood seeping from your nose. Your eyes meet his worry-filled ones in shock.

“You little bitch,” Luke snaps, clearly surprised that you had jumped in front of his son. He steps away from the two of you, moving to grab another beer from the cooler. “Take your bitch out of here, son,” Luke grumbles.

In any other situation, the blonde boy knows he would stick around and fight with his dad for calling you a bitch, but looking down at the bruise forming on your upper cheek, he knows he needs to get you somewhere safe. 

JJ moves his arms, swiftly gripping your waist and pulling you up.

“JJ, I'm fine,” you say in an attempt to convince him, “I can get up on my own.” He ignores you, making sure you are steady on your feet before leading you out of his house as quickly as possible.

“Get in the passenger's seat, I'll drive,” JJ tells you when he catches you walking around to the driver’s side. You hesitate for a moment, but another sharp pain in your ribs has you nodding in agreement.

“J,” you start, but the blonde boy cuts you off.

“Just–,” he says in a gruff voice, “just let me drive, (Y/N).”

Your eyes widen at the sound of your voice rolling off his tongue. Never in your years of knowing the boy, has he said your name like that.

He backs your car out of the driveway and makes his way towards the chateau. Was he angry with you? All you were trying to do was protect him.

The car ride to John B’s is silent and you feel hot tears form at your waterline.

JJ pulls your car into its usual spot in front of the Chateau and quickly gets out of the car. You stay in your seat, unable to move. A few seconds later, your door swings open, and your blond-haired boyfriend reaches across your lap to undo your seatbelt.

He helps you up and walks you up the porch and into the Chateau. The usually bustling house is dead silent and you wonder for a moment where your friends have run off to.

You are guided into the bathroom and JJ helps you into the counter without a word. He pulls out the first aid kit and opens it aggressively.

“J,” you call softly.

“No (Y/N),” the blonde shouts, causing you to jump slightly. “What the fuck were you thinking? How many times have I told you never to come inside my house?” His chest heaves as you look anywhere but his eyes.

It happens so fast. His hand moves forward to push away the few strands of hair that had fallen on his forehead, but your body takes that as a sign of aggression. You flinch back, arms coming up to block your face.

The room goes dead silent and all you can hear is the sound of JJ’s heavy breathing.

“Sunshine?” JJ whimpers, his voice cracking at the end.

You take your arms away quickly, seeking to comfort the blonde. When your eyes meet his, you can see the extreme pain behind them.

“J,” you beg, eyes watering, “I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

He takes a shaky breath. “You thought I was going to hit you?”

“No, well yes, no, I just–” you struggle to find the right words. “You were yelling and I'm still a little shaken up, but I know you would never hurt me. My love, look at me,” you say as his eyes fall down.

“You thought I was going to hit you,” he says in disgust. “I'm becoming him.”

Your eyes widen in realization. “No, JJ, trust me you are not becoming your father.”

JJ’s eyes move back up to meet yours. “Why did you do it? Why did you jump in front of me?” he asks as if it's the most unbelievable thing he's ever witnessed.

“I wanted to protect you,” you explain honestly. “and I’m sorry if you're angry with me, but if I could go back, I wouldn't change a single thing I did.”

Suddenly, you are pulled into a tight hug. Your legs open, allowing JJ to pull you closer as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers moving to rub the nape of his neck.

“I'm so madly and deeply in love with you,” he mumbles into your skin. 

You let out a small breath of relief. “I'm madly and deeply in love with you too, J,” you tell him.

He hugs you impossibly tighter, hitting a soft spot on your ribs. You wince and suck in a tight breath catching the attention of your blonde boyfriend. He pulls back quickly. “Are you okay, sunshine?”

You nod with a grimace. “Yeah, just a little sore.”

He nods in understanding, fingers coming up to gently brush your bruised cheek. “Will you let me take care of you,” he asks in the softest voice you've ever heard.

You nod and JJ moves to take your t-shirt over your head gently. Underneath, you are wearing a simple black bra, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. It's the first time you've taken your shirt off in front of him and his eyes didn't go straight to your boobs. Instead, they zero in on the purpling bruises forming on your ribcage.

Your eyes watch as JJ’s fill with tears, heart breaking at the sight. 

“I'm so sorry, sunshine,” he says with a broken voice.

Your hand immediately moves to cup his jaw causing him to melt into your touch. “Don't be sorry, my love,” you say. “This isn't your fault. It's no one's fault but your asshole father’s. Besides, I think the bruises make me look badass”

He lets out a broken chuckle at your lame excuse of lightening the mood. “You always look badass sunshine.”

You laugh at this, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

He brings out the antiseptic and the bandages and starts to clean the wound. It hurts but you try not to show it on your face.

When he's done, JJ looks back up into your eyes. He leans in, but you can see the hesitation on his face, so you press your lips to his. 

The kiss is slow and conveys all of the emotions each of you are feeling. JJ pulls away first, pressing a delicate kiss on the crown of your head. 

“C’mon, sunshine,” he says after a minute, holding his hand out to you, “Let's go to bed.”

You grab ahold of his hand and let him guide you across the hallway to the guest room. The two of you get ready for bed, both pulling on one of JJ’s shirts, and climb into bed.

JJ opens his arms for you to snuggle into his chest.

“Thank you for protecting me,” he breaks the silence after a second.

“Always,” you say honestly. “Y’know, one day we're going to get off this shitty island and make our own life somewhere where no one knows us.”

“Yucatán,” he asks, causing you to giggle.

“I was thinking more like New York or something,” you explain. “A whole city with millions of people living their own complex lives. And you and I will get a little apartment and our own jobs, and we can leave this whole mess behind. It will be hard, but we'll make it because we have each other.”

JJ hums, sending a small vibration through your body. “We’ll always have each other,” he adds. “I love you, sunshine.”

“Madly and deeply?”

“Yes, madly and deeply.”

“I love you madly and deeply too, J.”

And with that, you fall asleep in each other's arms. Together. Always.

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#jj fic #jj angst #JJ Imagine #jj x oc #JJ smut #jj x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fluff #Outer Banks #outer banks series #outer banks fic #john b routledge #jj outer banks #rafe fic #rafe cameron #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader

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sick | jj maybank x reader

summary: you get sick and all jj wants is to take care of you

warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of getting sick and throwing up, jj being so fucking soft

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1.8k+ words

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You hate getting sick.

The first time you were truly sick was in fourth grade when you had gotten a bad case of the flu. The whole ordeal had scarred you so badly that even six years later you will do everything in your power to avoid getting sick.

The pogues quickly discovered your fear when a few years ago, Pope had told you he wasn't feeling good and you completely avoided him until he was absolutely healthy again. It had become a running joke amongst the five of you, but they all made sure to let you know if they were sick so you wouldn't catch anything.

When you woke up Friday morning with an achy feeling in your body and a runny nose, you immediately wanted to burst into tears. 

Your parents had taken your little brother up to Pennsylvania for the annual family visit two days ago. It was the first year they had allowed you to stay behind on your own and you were so excited to spend the next two weeks doing whatever you wanted with your best friends and boyfriend.

Now, staring up at the ceiling of the Chateau, you come to the realization that all of your plans could be thrown out the window. 

You are sick.

Looking to your left, you see your blonde-haired boyfriend drooling onto the pillow next to yours, soft snores coming from his parted lips.

You and JJ have been dating for over a year now. You had been best friends since he started mowing your lawn in middle school. Sometime around your freshman year of high school, you had realized your feelings for the blonde boy were more than platonic. It had taken over a year of flirting and your friends setting the two of you up before you finally admitted your feelings. From there, your relationship with JJ took off. JJ had a lot of emotional trauma and had a difficult time letting people in, but when it came to you, everything was just easy.

Even in your groggy, sick state, you couldn't help but admire the beautiful boy in front of you. As softly as you can, you use your pointer finger to delicately trace his features. It baffles you still how you were able to get a boy like JJ to love you.

You smile softly as his features relax under your touch. Suddenly, your nose starts to tingle and you quickly turn away before letting out a loud sneeze. One sneeze turns into three and you reach to grab a tissue off the nightstand and rub your running nose.

You feel a familiar hand rub your back as you attempt to blow your nose.

“What's wrong, beautiful,” JJ says quietly from behind you, his voice laced with worry and sleepiness. “Are you sick.”

Hastily, you shake your head. “No, I feel fine, J,” you attempt to convince him, but even you can hear the congestion in your voice.

JJ moves so that he is sitting in front of you. He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “Holy shit, you're burning up,” he says, clearly concerned about you.

The only thing worse than actually being sick was having people fuss over you while you are.

“I'm seriously fine, JJ,” you tell him, “It's probably just allergies.”

You can tell that he is about to argue back with you, but before he can get in a word, a sharp knock at the door cuts him off. The door opens and John B’s head pokes through.

“Hey lovebirds,” he says cheekily, “You guys almost ready to go down to the docks?”

JJ shakes his head looking at you softly. “Sorry man, I think we're going to stay in today,” he tells the brunette. “(Y/N)’s not feeling good.”

You roll your eyes. “I feel perfectly fine,” you argue despite the growing ache you feel in your temples. “It's just a little stuffy nose.” Your boyfriend tries to argue, but you cut him off with the raise of your hand. “JJ please,” you say, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “I really want to go on the boat.”

JJ sighs, unable to say no to you when you give him that look. “Fine, whatever,” he grumbles rolling out of the bed to get your stuff ready. 

Ten minutes later the five of you and Sarah are loading onto The Pogue. The bright sun above you increases the pounding in your head and as soon as you step onto the boat, your stomach starts to churn.

As Pope maneuvers The Pogue away from the Chateau and out to the marsh, JJ makes his way to sit next to you, wrapping one of his toned arms around your shoulders. He hands you a beer from one of his hands, but you place it in your lap.

The pogues chat around you and the nauseous feeling in your stomach grows.

“(Y/N),” Kie calls from the other side of the boat where here and Sarah are seated. “Come over here. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.”

You giggle through your pain. “I saw you two days ago,” you tell her.

Kie smiles. “Two days too long, girlie.”

JJ moves his arm and watches as you stand up. You wobble slightly and he notices as your face pales. 

“You aren't looking too hot, (Y/N),” John B cautions and JJ quickly stands up to help you balance.

“Maybe you should sit down, lovie,” he pleads softly into your ear. He guides you to sit back into your seat, crouching down in front of you. JJ cups your cheek with his big hand, grimacing when he feels how warm you are. 

“I'll be fine, JJ,” you tell him with a sniffle, eyes closed as your brain pounds in your skull. 

“No – no. We are going back right now,” JJ all but scolds you before turning to look at the dark-haired boy in front of the wheel. “Pope, turn around now.”

JJ sits back next to you and pulls your body into his chest as you feel the boat come to life. He strokes your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You vaguely hear him grumble about how you should have listened to him earlier.

When the boat pulls into the dock a few minutes later, your blonde boyfriend guides you off and towards the Chateau.

Before you can make it to the porch, you get a churning feeling in your stomach and you run to the nearest bush. Everything you have eaten in the past twenty-four hours is emptied into the shrubbery outside John B’s. 

You feel JJ’s gentle hand running small circles on your back as he holds your hair away from your face. You get sick two more times before you sit back onto your heels. 

“You alright, baby,” JJ asks so soothingly, his fingers reaching to push back the hair that had fallen onto your forehead.

“I'm fine,” you say with a sniffle, trying to hold back the tears. “I think I'm done now.”

JJ sighs. “You just threw up three times, lovie. It's okay to not be fine,” he tells you. “Will you just let me take care of you. Why are you so stubborn?”

“I just didn't want to be a burden,” you explain to him, not looking up to meet his eyes.

He cups your cheek, lifting your head so that your eyes meet his. “You could never be a burden, (Y/N), not when all I've ever wanted is to care for you.”

His honest words mixed with the gross feeling you have after spilling your guts cause tears to cascade down your cheeks. You choke out a sob and JJ quickly gathers you into his arms. “I've got you, baby,” he coos. “You're gonna be alright, m’kay?”

A few minutes later, your sobs die down and JJ moves so his right arm is hooked under your legs. He carries you inside and places you down gently on the bed in the guest room.

You let him tuck you into the covers and your eyes flutter shut when he presses a soft kiss to your head. “JJ,” you sigh, opening your eyes and looking in his cerulean ones. “You should probably go.” A look of hurt flashed across his face so you quickly grab his hand. “I just don't want to get you sick, J.”

JJ pretends to roll his eyes in annoyance, but the corner of his lips can't help but pull up into a smile. “I don't care if you get me sick, lovely,” he tells you softly. “All I care about right now is getting you better.” 

You nod, not having the energy to fight back. “Well if you are going to stay anyways, can you give me cuddles?” you ask, your eyes half-lidded as you stare up at JJ. “I'm cold.”

He smiles, pulling back the covers next to you and slipping in next to you. You are pulled to his chest and you try to get comfortable, but worn material of JJ’s muscle tank scratches your cheek.

Pulling away slightly, you tug at the hem. “What's wrong, beautiful?” JJ asks in concern.

You groan. “Your shirt is scratchy,” you complain to him.

JJ laughs softly, but obliges nonetheless, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. You immediately snuggle back into his toned chest, eyes drooping in exhaustion.

The blonde pulls away enough for his eyes to scan your face. “You know, even though your hair is plastered to your forehead and you're a snotty mess, you've never looked lovelier.”

Your eyes open wide at his words, not able to comprehend how you managed to get a guy like him.

“I love you,” he says, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth lovingly. “Even at your worst, I can't help but still love you.”

Tears well in your eyes and you bring your lips up to meet his in a passionate kiss. JJ returns the kiss with an equal amount of love. It was nowhere near the first time the two of you had shared those three words, but it still shook you to your core each time.

Feeling the need to sneeze, you pull away a few seconds later. 

You sneeze twice, going in for a third but it never comes. You hear JJ chuckle from behind you and you groan at the feeling.

You fall back into JJ’s arms, leaning your back against his chest, and the blonde boy wraps his arm around your middle and holds you securely. He presses a soft kiss to your head and you let your eyes flutter shut.

“Please get better soon,” JJ whispers a few minutes later, thinking that you are fast asleep. “I can't stand to see you this way.” 

Your heart grows two sizes in your chest and with JJ’s arms holding you tight, you drift off to a dreamless sleep.

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bad day | jj maybank x reader

summary: jj has a bad day and he just wants to be with you

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, sad jj, fluffy ending (ofc)

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To the outside world, JJ Maybank has a perfect life. He has the best group of friends, he parties all the time, he has all the freedom in the world, and most importantly, he has you.

To the outside world, it is practically impossible for JJ Maybank to have a bad day. How can you have a bad day when you have a perfect life?

The only person in the world that knew that bad days are actually a common occurrence in JJ’s life, was you.

When the two of you had first started dating over a year ago, you too had believed that JJ’s life was perfect. His outgoing personality and carefree nature were what initially attracted him to you and he fought hard to maintain that persona. It wasn't until three months into your relationship that you realized that the blonde boy had it so much harder than you could've possibly imagined.

Truth be told, JJ didn't open up to you on purpose. In fact, if he had it his way, you would have never had to see him break down the way that he did.

You didn't know what to do when you first found your boyfriend laying on the bathroom floor in the Chateau, body shaking with sobs. At first, you thought he had been in another rough quarrel with Rafe and his friends. But when he looked up at you, tear stains on his cheeks and the saddest eyes you had ever seen, you knew this wasn't just some run-in with a couple of kooks.

It didn't take long for you to get over your original state of shock and comfort the boy. Your younger sister had bad anxiety and experienced panic attacks often, and still, you found yourself on the less prepared side when it came to soothing the blonde you adored so much. It was hard for you to understand that the tough, wild, teenager that you had fallen in love with was simply a cover for the fragile boy inside.

You can still vividly remember sitting on the bathroom floor for hours with JJ. Despite your unfamiliarity with your boyfriend’s suffering, there was not one second that you had even remotely questioned your love for him. If anything, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your appreciation for him grow.

JJ himself, on the other hand, did not know how to accept the comfort you had given him. He was so used to being alone every time he was feeling down. So used to hiding all of his emotions from the people around him. 

The two of you went through many difficult nights of him pushing you away and trying to block you out. But just as fast as he was building up his wall, you were tearing it down.

JJ doesn't know the exact moment when he allowed himself to succumb to your solace. Still to this day, it's hard for him to believe that someone as beautiful and compassionate as you can possibly love someone like him.

The more he let you in, the harder it was to be without you and now, whenever he had a run-in with his father or was unsure of himself, his first impulse was to call you.

You never hesitated to comfort the boy, knowing that he would do the same for you. And as much as you tried to stay strong for JJ, sometimes everything got to be a little bit too much. 

JJ will never forget the day you were holding him after a fight with his father and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You let out heart-wrenching sobs into his hair. The sound alone brought tears to his own eyes and the two of you held each other all night, whispering sweet nothing to one another.

JJ is having a bad day.

He should have known when he woke up this morning and you weren't in his arms. He glanced over, immediately recognizing your small handwriting on a blue sticky note which was stuck to your pillow. The note explained that your parents had asked you to come home, but that you would come back to the chateau to be with him that night.

have a great day and don't miss me too much lovie!

His heart fluttered at your sweet words. How did he get so god damn lucky? Popping open his phone case, JJ folds your note and sticks it inside, just in case he needs to read it again later.

Despite the loving feeling he got in his chest while reading your note, his day quickly went downhill.

When JJ opened the cabinets above the sink to make himself a bowl of cereal, they were empty. He brushed it off and went to work with an empty stomach.

At the hotel, a group of kids bumped into him while he was clearing a table and he dropped a wine glass on the floor, shattering it. His boss chewed him out for 30 minutes before putting him on dish duty for the rest of his shift.

After work, JJ went to the local market and used his tip money from the day to buy a sandwich and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers for you. He knew you would make a big fuss about him spending his money on you, but he loved to see the cute look of surprise on your face whenever he got you something like this. It made whatever he had gotten for you worth every penny.

On his way back to the Chateau, JJ was stopped by none other than Rafe, Topper, and Kelse on their bikes. He tried his best to ignore them, knowing that you hated when he got into fights, but as soon as Rafe mentioned a snide comment about your ass, JJ immediately threw the first punch. He didn't realize until after the fact that one of them had stomped on the flowers he bought for you.

As much as he hated it, the blonde boy knew he needed to go home to get a fresh pair of clothes. He could always ask you to get a pair from the drawer of his clothes you had in your room, but that would require telling you what had happened and he didn't want to be a bother while you were with your family.

He knew he was screwed when he arrived at his “house” and saw his father's truck parked in the dirt outside. JJ hoped that he would be able to slip by without being noticed, but his horrible luck from the day continued.

His father was in the stage of his drinking where he was drunk enough to be angry with his son, but not drunk enough for JJ to outrun him.

JJ’s cheek throbbed on his walk back to the Chateau and he was sure that he was sporting a fresh black eye. His ribs were sore as hell and the only thing that kept him moving was the thought of seeing you.

When he arrived at John B’s house he instantly took note of your missing car. He prayed that you had simply walked and that he would see you laying on the couch when he entered.

There was someone sitting on the couch, but it was not the person JJ was looking for.

“Dude,” John B said when he noticed JJ’s figure standing in the doorway. “What happened to your face?”

“Where's (Y/N),” the blonde asked, ignoring John’s question.

“She called and said she wasn't sure if she would make it,” Kie said, drawing JJ’s attention to where she was standing. “Her friend Carlee’s boyfriend cheated on her, so she went to comfort her. She said she tried to call you, but it went straight to voicemail,” the curly-haired girl explained.

Glancing down at his phone, JJ noticed it was dead. His shoulders slumped. All he wanted was to see his girl after a shit day, was that too much to ask? He knew first hand your dedication to your loved ones, and he knew it wasn't fair of him to want all of your comfort and love for himself, but he couldn't help it.

You were too nice, he decided. But that's why he loved you so much, wasn't it?

“So what happened to your face,” John B asked again, taking a sip of his beer.

JJ glowered at his best friend. “What do you care,” he snapped. He knew he shouldn't take his frustrations out on John B, but you were his coping method and he didn't know what to do without that.

John B raised his hands in defense, standing up to grab another beer. “Jeez, dude,” he said, “Just asking.”

“Well maybe you should mind your own goddamn business,” JJ yelled.

The brunette boy halted his actions and turned to face JJ. “What the fuck, man?” he asked, voice rising. “You really want to do this.”

“Yeah, I do.” He definitely didn't. “You know,” JJ snapped, “Maybe if you spent time with your actual friends instead of your fucking kook girlfriend, you would know what was going on in my life.”

John B scoffed “That's rich coming from the guy who spends every waking moment trying to impress a girl who's way out of his league,” he yells.

JJ knows he's right. You were too good for him. But you chose him anyway. Why?

“Fuck you,” JJ sneers, shoving past his best friend and walking out the back doors. He needed space.

You were getting ready to leave your friend's house when Kiara called you. 

Carlee was a sweet girl, and her douche of a boyfriend definitely didn't deserve her so you told her exactly that. But this wasn't the first time something like that had happened between them and based on previous occurrences, you figured Carlee would go a week before she decided to get back together with him.

It was times like these where you really thanked your lucky stars that you had found a boy like JJ. The two of you had your moments like any healthy couple, but you knew in your heart that he would never do anything to purposely hurt you.

You smiled when you saw Kie’s contact. “Hey girl,” you answer in a country accent, giggling at the end.

“(Y/N),” she said and your smile dropped, immediately understanding that there was something wrong. “You need to come to the Chateau right now.”

Your feet skid to a stop and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. “What happened? Is JJ okay?” you ask her in a rushed tone.

Kie’s voice is shaky when she speaks. “He came over today with a black eye and a bruised cheek and when John B asked about it JJ kind of freaked out,” she explains. “They are screaming at each other right now. (Y/N), you gotta come quick,” you could hear yelling in the background.

“I'm on my way,” you assure her, hanging up. You run to your car, heart twisting in worry. It wasn't like your boyfriend to act like this so you knew something had to have happened.

You drove to the Chateau faster than you ever have before, getting there in under five minutes. The second your car pulled up to the house. You were flying out of your car and running inside the screen door.

“He's outback,” John B says upon seeing you enter.

Your eyes snap to him and they soften at the sight of his distraught face. “You alright, JB?” you ask.

He nods slowly. “I've never seen him like that, (Y/N),” John B tells you, his voice laced with worry. “You gotta help him.”

You nod your head, walking outside to find your boyfriend. You don't have to go far, spotting his hunched over the figure on the porch steps.

Slowly, you make your way towards the boy, and despite the fact that it's the middle of summer he is shivering violently.

You place a hand on his shoulder and he immediately flinches away from your touch. Your heart breaks at his reaction. “JJ, love, it's me,” you tell him softly, crouching down next to his body.

Hearing your voice, JJ lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are red-rimmed and filled with tears and the skin around the right one is hidden by blue and purple. Your eyes scan his face and you take note of the bruise on his cheekbone and his split lip. Your hands itch to remove his shirt, knowing that there are more hidden underneath.

The sound of JJ’s choked sob brings your eyes instantly back to his. 

“Oh, J,” you say sorrowfully, opening your arms for him. “C’mere.”

The blonde boy instantly falls into your embrace and you cradle his body tightly. He sobs into your shoulder and you feel a wet patch grow in your shirt. “I needed you, I need you,” he cries into your shoulder.

Softly shushing him, you run your fingers through his hair. “I'm here, J, I'm here,” you tell him, your heart aching for the boy in your arms. You don't know exactly how long you sit there, his hands clutching the back of your shirt tightly.

Slowly, his sobs die down before he is only sniffling every few seconds.

You pull back slightly, tenderly cupping his face in your hands. “Can we go inside?” you ask, gently brushing back the blonde curl that had fallen over his forehead.

JJ nods slightly and you stand up on the porch, helping him do the same. You bite your lip when you notice his subtle limp on the way inside. You notice how quiet the Chateau is and silently thank John B and Kiara for giving JJ the space he needs.

 Leading him into the bathroom, you help JJ sit on the counter and you quickly grab the first aid kit from the cabinet below the sink.

Opening it, you grab a cotton swab and an alcohol wipe to clean his lip and cheek, wordlessly realizing how many times you've had to do this.

“Why are you here,” the blonde boy asks abruptly. If you weren't paying attention you would have missed his small voice.

“What'd you mean, J?” you ask, continuing your work.

JJ sighs. “Why are you here?” he asks again, slightly louder, but still quieter than you are used too.

“Well, I was leaving Carlee’s house and Kie called me and told me that you-” JJ cuts you off, pulling away from your grasp slightly.

“No, (Y/N),” his tone is harsh but you can hear the brokenness laced behind it. “Why are you here? With me instead of with your friends? Or better yet another guy that can buy you nice things and doesn't have emotional trauma? A guy who's not broken?” he says the word with such hatred that it shakes you to your core.

“JJ,” you gasp, hurt flashing across your features. How could he think that? JJ instantly wants to take it back, but he wants even more to know your answer. “You are not broken, you hear me?” you say, honesty clear in your voice. “Your flaws are what make you, you. I don't need fancy gifts or expensive jewelry to make me love you! I love every single thing about you, JJ Maybank. From your head to your toes. I love you just the way that you are and there is nothing you can do to take that away from me. Ever.” Your voice is strong and serious. You leave no room for argument as you continue to patch up his face.

JJ doesn't speak again letting the words sink in, scared that he will break down for the second time that night. His eyes fall to the floor and he lets you tend to his cuts.

When you are satisfied with your work on his face, you tap the boy's arm lightly and his eyes snap to yours. “Lift your shirt so I can see,” you ask him, not making eye contact. When he doesn't move, your eyes lock with his. “Please, J,” you beg, in a quiet voice, “I need to see.”

The blonde knows he will never be able to say no to you, especially when you ask him that way, so he gingerly lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and wincing when he moves the wrong way.

JJ expects you to pity him. To tell him you're sorry the way everyone does. But you simply stare at his injuries, eyes welling with tears. And this, JJ decides, makes him feel infinitely worse.

Your hand reaches out to trace the large, purple-black bruises. JJ shivers at the touch of your soft hands on his skin.

He grabs your hand suddenly, pulling it up to his lips. “I'm sorry,” he says, voice cracking. “I'm sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you say, using the hand not in JJ’s to run through his hair. “None of that, okay? I'm here because I want to be. And I will always be. No matter how many times you try to push me away.”

You feel hot tears on your hand and you quickly slide between his legs, pulling him back into your chest, careful of the bruises on his ribs.

“I love you,” JJ cries into the crook of your neck. “I love you more than anything else in this fucked up world.”

“Shh,” you say softly. “I know, lovie, I know. I love you too. Endlessly.”

JJ pulls back at your words, just enough so that he can look into your eyes.

You used to think your favorite color was purple. When you were ten you painted your entire room purple and even bought purple bedding. But the moment you looked into JJ’s cerulean eyes, it instantly became your new favorite color.

JJ looks from your eyes to your lips before leaning forward to kiss you.

The kiss was soft and passionate explaining every emotion the two of you were feeling. No matter how many times the two of you kissed, your heart raced like it was the very first time. 

Pulling away for air, JJ rests his forehead on yours. 

“What happened today, J?” you ask in a quiet voice. 

JJ bites his lip, leaning back slightly. His first instinct is to tell you that nothing happened and that he's okay, but JJ knows you wouldn't believe him for a second. So he recalls his day, telling you every detail. Just knowing that you know, makes JJ’s heart feel a little less heavy. “A-and I bought you these flowers from the florist on main, y-y'know the ones you love, and I couldn't even bring them to you,” he says sadly.

You caress his cheek. “Love, I don't care about the flowers, all that matters is that you're okay,” you assure him, honesty evident in his voice. “And as for your father, you are staying here or at my house from now on and the next time I see that son of a bi-”

JJ cuts you off, grabbing your hands. The last thing he ever wants is his father hurting you. “(Y/N), no,” he says, the vulnerability in his voice evident. “You need to promise me that you won't confront him. I don't want you getting hurt.”

You sigh, knowing how important this is to the blonde boy. “Only if you promise not to go back there unless I'm with you,” you compromise with him.

He nods, kissing your forehead gently. “Can we please go to bed,” JJ asks and you can hear the sleepiness in his voice. Nodding, you help JJ off the counter and the two of you walk to the spare room in the chateau. The two of you climb into the bed. You are still in your clothes from the day, but that is the last thing on your mind.

JJ moves his arms to wrap around your middle but you gently push his shoulder back. “Turn around, J,” you tell him quietly. You know that JJ secretly loves to be the little spoon and you secretly love to be the big spoon. He would never openly ask you to spoon him, but you can read his body language like a book.

He rolls to his other side and you wrap an arm around his bare middle, careful not to hit any of his bruises. You nuzzle your nose into the back of his tanned shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply.

“I love you (Y/N)” your boyfriend whispers, his hand reaching to hold your hand that is tracing his chest. “Thank you for being here.”

You press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. “Always, JJ,” you tell him earnestly. “I love you more than anything.”

The blonde boy falls asleep in your embrace, feeling truly safe for the first time that day.

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dodgeball | jj maybank x reader

summary: nothing like an aggressive game of dodgeball to cool you down on a hot day

warnings: cursing, fluff, john b x sarah, pope x kie, DODGEBALL

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A bead of sweat falls down the side of your head and your hand instinctively moves to brush it away.

“God it's fucking hot,” you say with a groan, attempting to fan yourself.

JJ laughs from his seat next to you on the couch. “It's the end of July and you live in North Carolina,” he says in a mocking tone. “What'd you expect.”

You roll your eyes, lazily shoving his shoulder. The two of you are sitting in the Chateau, waiting for John B to return from picking up the rest of the pogues. This is one of the few times in your life where you wished that you were a kook. At least they have backup generators and air conditioning. 

“Hey, guys,” you hear Kiara say as she walks through the screen door that leads out to the porch, John B, Pope, and Sarah all trailing in behind her.

You lift your chin in acknowledgment as you continue to fan yourself. Everyone takes their seats around you and JJ. John B passes some beers around for everyone, the cold liquid cooling you down only slightly.

“What's the plan for today?” Pope asks. 

“Boat day?” JJ suggests, but you shake your head. “We've gone on the boat every day this week,” you complain, adding a groan for dramatics. JJ   rolls his eyes at your antics. 

Everyone goes quiet trying to think of an activity for the six of you.

“Oh,” Sarah says excitedly, slightly jumping up. “Let's play dodgeball!”

“Dodgeball?” all five of you ask in unison.

Sarah nods her head vigorously. “Yeah,” she explains in a much too enthusiastic tone, “We were cleaning out our garage a few days ago and I found Weezie’s old dodgeball set. She's used it like twice.”

The rest of us glance at each other and shrug. “I'm down,” John B says.

“Me too,” Kie adds. Pope adds a, “Me three.”

You look at JJ and have a silent dialogue through your eyes.

You and JJ have always been the closest. Whenever something happened to you, JJ was always the first person you wanted to tell, good or bad. In recent years, however, your feelings for the blonde boy have developed. Every time he walked into a room butterflies would erupt in your stomach and you get a tingly feeling every time he wraps an arm around you or holds your hand. It's not that you wanted to like your best friend like that, it just happened.

JJ nods his head at you, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“We're in,” you say, gesturing to you and JJ.

John B rolls his eyes. “Good the wonder twins are in,”

he says sarcastically, causing both you and JJ to blush. “Let's go before the sun sets.”

The six of you pile into the van, John B driving and Sarah getting shotgun per usual.

You decide to lay down, knowing it will take a few minutes to get to figure eight. Resting your head in Kiara’s lap, you put your feet across JJ’s. “Really, (Y/N),” he says in an annoyed voice, but he makes no move to push your feet away.

Kie plays with your hair while you guys talk about how the school year is coming up soon and before you know it, John B announces that you are at Sarah's.

The six of you walk up to Tanny Hill and JJ pulls your hand into his. The pogues pay no mind to this, seeing as you two hold hands all the time, but Kie smirks at you, being the only one that knows about your secret crush on your best friend.

You relish in the air-conditioned house. John B goes to help Sarah set up outside and the rest of you walk into the kitchen.

JJ lets go of your hand to rummage through the Cameron’s fridge. “Ooo, strawberries,” he says, pulling out a bowl of cut-up berries. You can't help but giggle at his childish behavior. JJ looks at you with a smile, his heart beating just a little bit faster at the sound of your laughter.

“JJ, stop,” Sarah exclaims as she runs into the kitchen. “Rose is using those to make a cake later.” She pulls the berries away from him and puts them away. “The game is ready,” Sarah adds, beckoning the four of you outside.

JJ pouts at her actions and you reach up to ruffle his hair. He leans into your touch, basking in even the slightest bit of affection from you. 

The six of you make your way outside to a grass area that Sarah has. John B is standing in front of you guys with a whistle in his mouth, holding 4 dodge balls in his arms. You can't help but burst out in laughter at the sight. The whole thing reminds you a lot of the movie Dodgeball with Ben Stiller.

Once your laughter dies down, Pope speaks up. “How should we split into teams.”

“Boys versus girls?” you suggest with a shrug.

Kie claps her hands together. “Yes,” she says excitedly, “and to make it more exciting let's say losers buy dinner?”

“Oh it's on girls,” John B says as he high fives JJ and Pope.

JJ smirks. “Okay so how about the girls be skins,” he jokes causing you to slap the back of his head playfully. “Perv,” you say as you walk to one side of the grass.

Each side gets ready. 

On the girls' side, you call Kie and Sarah in for a huddle. “Okay,” you say, putting your arms around their necks. “I say we go for Pope first because he's the weakest link, no offense Kie,” you say and Kie lets out a chuckle, “John B has a good arm, but he'll get cocky and leave himself open. I think the one we have to watch out for is JJ because he'll be strategizing.”

“Hey, are you three done preparing to get your asses whooped?” John B jokes.

The three of you roll your eyes but get into position anyways.

“I'll count to three, blow the whistle, and then we'll run to get the balls,” John B explains. “Okay. One. Two-” he blows the whistle and the boys run to the middle.

“Hey,” Sarah yells at her boyfriend, “You cheated.”

The game starts and Sarah gets hit by John B a few seconds in. “I was aiming for (Y/N) I promise, baby,” John says, apologetically.

The next one out is Pope. You hit him a few minutes later. A direct shot to the groin. You apologize, but you only half mean it.

A few minutes later Kie gets John B out at the same time that JJ gets Kie out. That leaves just you and JJ left in the game.

You each have a ball in your hands, staring each other down.

“Look I know that we have been friends for a very long time,” JJ says seriously, not breaking eye contact. “But if you think I'm going to take the loss in this game, you are seriously mistaken.”

You hold back your giggle at his seriousness. Suddenly you get an idea. “JJ I have to do something real quick so promise you won't hit me,” you plead, using your puppy dog eyes that you know he can't resist.

JJ groans, but nods his head. You put the ball down at your feet and your hands pull the t-shirt you have on over your head and you toss it to the side. You are thankful that you wore your new bikini under your shirt today.

“Thank god,” you say, adjusting the straps, “I was about ready to die of heatstroke.”

JJ’s mouth is gaping open like a fish. He's seen you in bikinis plenty of times, but none that accentuate your body like this one.

“Okay, resume,” you say after you pick up the ball signaling John B to blow the whistle, but JJ is too preoccupied staring at your chest. 

You smile, using the time to throw your last ball. It hits JJ square in the chest, and he grunts at the impact. Kie and Sarah cheer loudly, running to pick you up and spin you around.

When they put you down you see John B and Pope making fun of JJ for getting so distracted. You laugh, slipping your shirt back on and walking over to JJ.

“I never thought my boobs would be your demise, Maybank,” you say as you make your way to stand next to the blonde boy.

JJ looks at you for a second, not responding. Then, before you can comprehend what is happening, JJ has you in his arms and he is pressing his lips firmly to yours. 

You are in shock for a second, not able to understand what is happening. You feel as JJ starts to pull away and you react. You wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, pulling him back into the kiss. You hear your friends hollering around you, but in that moment all that matters to you is the blonde-haired boy in your arms.

Reluctantly, you pull away, slightly panting. “Well that was unexpected,” you say, breathing heavily.

JJ pushes your foreheads together. “Good unexpected, or bad?” he asks, and you can hear the vulnerability in his voice.

Instead of responding, you press your lips back to his for another kiss. You feel JJ smile into your lips before he pulls away. “God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that, J,” you tell him.

“Me too, sunshine,” he says with a smile, the nickname causing your heart to melt.

“Finally,” Kie says. You jump away from JJ, having forgotten that your friends were all standing around you.

JJ laughs pulling you back into his side and pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

“Yeah what she said,” John B mumbles, gesturing to Kiara.

“Wait you knew?” you ask, confused.

Pope rolls his eyes. “You two have been in love with each other since freshman year. The only people that didn't know were you two.”

You feel the blush sneak up your cheeks as Sarah nods in agreement. “Even I knew, guys,” she says with a laugh.

You burry your face into JJ’s shoulder in embarrassment and he chuckles into your hair before tipping your head up to bring your lips in for another kiss.

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crush | jj maybank

summary: jj has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember

warnings: cursing, mentions of smut (if you squint), tiny bit of angst, SOFT JJ, fluff, fluff, fluff

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JJ Maybank is was a player.

This is a well-known fact on both sides of the island.

You knew of way too many girls, pogues, kooks, and tourons alike, that had tried their shot at him. All hoping that they could magically change his bad-boy exterior and that he would suddenly transform into the dating type.

It wasn't uncommon that you had girls come into the shop, crying to you about how JJ Maybank didn't text them back and proceeding to buy a bunch of sweets to comfort themselves. 

Your family-owned Kildare Bakery, home of the best cupcakes the Outer Banks had to offer. You had grown up helping your parents out in the bakery and once you turned 16 they finally made you an official paid employee.

You worked behind the register and for the most part, you loved it. It was really interesting to meet new people, especially tourons visiting from out of state. 

However, there were moments where you didn't enjoy your job and this was definitely one of them.

A girl who looked to be about your age had walked into the store a few minutes ago, looking sad, but you didn't say anything. You simply asked if she needed any help and all of a sudden she was breaking out into a fit of sobs, reaching across the counter to pull you into a hug. You awkwardly patted her back, “Umm, you okay?”

“T-there was this boy,” she hiccuped and you immediately knew exactly where this was going. “I met him at a party last night and we h-hooked up and it was like really good, but when I asked him for his number he wouldn't even give it to me.”

You tried to hold back your eye roll but you couldn't help it. “Let me guess, his name was JJ,” you say, his name sounding slightly bitter on your tongue.

The girl finally pulled away from you, wiping her puffy eyes. “You know him,” she asked in confusion.

You nod. “Yes. Don't worry though, you'll find a much better guy and you will forget about JJ in no time,” you say in an attempt to comfort her.

She narrows her eyes. “Wait, you've hooked up with him too,” the girl asks.

You can't help but laugh. “Absolutely not, I just get a lot of his previous hookups in here,” you explain, gesturing to the display case. “I typically recommend the double chocolate cupcake to girls who've had their heart broken by JJ Maybank.”

The girl continues to look at you in confusion, but nods at your suggestion. You grab a chocolate cupcake and quickly box it up wanting to get her and all of her emotions out of here as quickly as you could. 

“That'll be $2.34,” you say, and the girl quickly pulls out a ten. You hand her her change and her cupcake. “Have a nice day.”

Unbeknownst to you, JJ Maybank himself watches the interaction from outside of the bakery.

He can't help the way his heart feels when he sees you comfort the crying girl who he vaguely remembers from the boneyard last night. 

Pope nudges his rib cage with his elbow. “Seriously, JJ,” Pope says, clearly annoyed by the blonde boy. “You brought me all the way down here just so you could stare at the girl you've had a crush on for years.”

JJ rolls his eyes, trying to cover up the blush forming on his cheeks. “I don't have a crush on her,” he says in an attempt to convince his friend. “I just think she's nice to look at.”

This was a complete and utter lie. Despite growing up in Kildare, you weren't very well known on the island, most people didn't pay you a second glance. You didn't really partake in the typical shenanigans of the teens on this island, and you always felt invisible to your peers. 

But JJ saw you.

He had seen you every day in gym class Freshman year, every day in biology sophomore year, and every day he didn't skip in English junior year. And now that summer had rolled around, he couldn't help but come to the bakery just so he could see you more. JJ not only thought you were a living, breathing angel, but he also adored the way you were always so sweet and kind to everyone you met. How could he not have a crush on a girl like you? You were like a cold that he couldn't shake, not that he ever wanted to. But in his mind, a girl like you would never go for a guy like him.

Watching you talk to one of his hookups made him oddly guilty. He knew he shouldn't, but hooking up with random girls was the only way he could think to take his mind off you. Clearly, that didn't work, because here he was, yet again, staring at you through a window.

“Dude, you're so whipped,” Pope said with an eye roll. “Just go talk to her.”

JJ’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Pope scoffed. “You're telling me you've never even talked to the girl?” he asks incredulously. “JJ, bro, you're a goner.”

“You say that like it's easy,” the blonde says, dramatically gesturing his arms.

With another eye roll, Pope puts both hands on the other boy's shoulders. “Okay here's what you do,” he says and JJ listens intently. “Walk inside the store, go up to the counter, and you fucking talk to her.”

JJ pulls away. “Dude no way,” he exclaims.

“Okay fine,” Pope says. “If you go in there and talk to her, I'll give you all my delivery tips for a whole week.”

JJ looks at him. “A week,” he asks unconvinced.

“Fine. Two weeks.” They shake on it and JJ prepares himself to go inside.

The idea of even talking to you makes his stomach queasy. God, Pope is right, he is whipped.

After a few minutes, JJ tells his friend that he is ready and Pope pats him on the back before pushing him towards the entrance encouragingly.

You looked up to the door when you heard the bell ring, signaling someone entering. You were shocked to see the same boy you had been talking about moments ago. You make eye contact with his big blue eyes, getting entranced for a second. Pushing away your negative impression of the boy, you offer him a sweet smile.

JJ looks down at your lips, then back up to your eyes and without a word. You wonder why he isn't moving further into the shop, but before you can ask what is wrong, he turns around and walks right out the door.

Once outside, Pope comforts the boy with a laugh, telling him “next time” and they walk away from the shop leaving you utterly confused.

The next day, JJ drags John B, Pope, and Kiara along with him to the bakery, telling them that he needs “extra support”. 

“C’mon man,” John B says with a shrug. “(Y/N) is way too nice to shoot you down,” he adds jokingly.

Kiara elbows him in the stomach. “Don't listen to him, JJ,” she says, shooting John B a glare. “Just be yourself.”

JJ nods, feeling confident as he walks through the bakery doors, but the second he sees your radiant smile all his courage flies out the window and he quickly walks back out the door.

This cycle goes on for three more days. JJ walks in, sees you, and leaves. You are becoming annoyed with the boy's actions, wondering if he is playing some sort of stupid prank on you.

It is Friday night, a few minutes before the bakery closes, and JJ decides that enough is enough. He needs to talk to you and he needs to do it now.

You are wiping down the display cases when you hear the bell ring.

When you turn around, you see JJ. Before he can say anything you glare at him. “Are you kidding me,” you say, sassily. JJ didn't even know you had a sassy bone in your body. “You've come in here every day this week and you look at me and then walk out,” you lecture him, “Seriously, just order something.”

“I-I,” JJ stutters but he can't get a word out in his shocked state.

Closing your eyes you try to regain your composure. “I'm sorry,” you say, your voice softening already feeling guilty about raising your voice at him. “I didn't mean to lash out on you.”

JJ shakes his head, softly smiling at your kindness. “No it's me who should be sorry,” he says remorsefully. “I probably confused you so much. I just- I think you're really beautiful.”

His words shock you. JJ Maybank thinks you are beautiful? You didn't even know he knew you existed before today. This had to be a prank.

You softly pout at him. “That's not very funny, JJ,” you say, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“It's not funny to play me like that.”

JJ frowns at your accusation, heartbreaking slightly. “I'm being honest, (Y/N). You are really pretty.”

You narrow your eyes. “I'm not sleeping with you just because you called me beautiful,” you say.

The blonde boy blushes hard. Clearly, you knew of his reputation, and he hated himself for it. “I don't want to sleep with you. Well I mean, I do, but- shit,” JJ cuts his rambling short, noticing the scowl on your face. “What I meant to say is that I want to take you on a real date, and hold your hand, and kiss you goodnight n’shit.”

To say you're shocked is an understatement. “How do I know this isn't some elaborate joke,” you ask him warily.

“It isn't, I promise,” JJ says honestly, but the look on your face doesn't change. “Last year in English you sat in the second row, three seats from the left and you got A’s on all your papers because you are a good writer. In Mr. Hills biology class you fell asleep almost every day and you would always drool a little bit on your notes. In gym class Freshman year you hit my friend John B in the face with a basketball and you didn't stop apologizing for like three weeks. Trust me (Y/N), I've had a crush on you for a long time.”

By the time JJ finishes his speech, your jaw has dropped. You didn't think anyone at that school even knew your name, let alone JJ Maybank. 

“I-I honestly don't know what to say,” you tell him. “You have a crush on me? You, JJ Maybank, the one guy I told myself I would never fall for?”

You didn't know it, but every word that falls from your mouth is like a knife to JJ’s heart. 

“But I couldn't help myself,” you add, causing JJ to perk up a little bit. “I get girls in here all the time whose hearts you broke, but still, I see you living your best life with your friends and I can't help but want that with you.”

“Go out with me,” JJ says with a mouth splitting grin on his face, “Please. You can wear something nice and I'll bring you flowers pick you up and take you out to a fancy restaurant.”

You can't help but laugh at his outburst. JJ is pretty sure that his heart stops at the sound and he wants nothing more than to make you laugh every day for the rest of his life.

“I'm a simple girl, JJ,” you say sweetly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “You don't have to spend a bunch of money on me.”

“You're worth every pen-” you cut the boy off by holding your hand up.

“How about you grab some pizza and I'll grab some dessert and you can pick me up and take me to a picnic on the beach,” you suggest.

JJ looks at you and nods his head like an obedient puppy. 

“Okay, it's settled. Now get out of the bakery so I can close up,” you say with a giggle, playfully shooing him away.

The blonde quickly moves to leave. “I'll pick you up at 6?” he asks sweetly from the doorway.

You nod. “I like pepperoni,” you call out with a chuckle as he backs out of the door, a big smile on his face.

JJ Maybank has a crush on you.

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stood up | jj maybank

summary: jj rescues you from being stood up

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of smut (if you squint), tiny bit of angst, tooth rotting fluff, rafe being a prick, jj being a soft angel

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It's gotten to the point where you are actually twiddling your thumbs to entertain yourself while you wait. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you glance at the analog clock on the diner wall. 

Your waitress, who you've learned over the last five times she's checked on you is named Cathy, walks toward your table again. “You sure I can't get you anything while you wait, sweetheart?” Cathy asks, holding her notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, ready to take any order you give her. She seems like a sweet older woman, maybe in her mid-60s, but you can't help but be annoyed at her for continuing to come to your table. You know it's her job, but doesn't she realize that you're probably not going to change your mind about ordering no matter how many times she comes back.

You feel your face warm as blush blooms across your cheeks and you shake your head. “He should be here any minute,” you tell her in an attempt to be convincing, however, the waiver in your voice giving away your true feelings.

You had been sitting in this booth for just under an hour and a half waiting for your date. To say you were shocked when Rafe Cameron had abruptly asked you on a date last week would be an understatement. The two of you had barely spoken to each other and before that, you didn't even know that he knew your name.

Pulling up the text conversation between the two of you, you check again to make sure that you got the time and date right, even though you've looked seven other times already. Much to your dismay, the text still hasn't changed.

Meet me at Joe’s Diner on 

Friday night at 7.

“I'll just grab you another Dr. Pepper,” Cathy says, giving you a look of pity as she takes away your empty glass.

You lick your lips. “Actually, I'll just take a water,” you tell her, knowing that the more sugary, caffeinated soda you drink the more anxious you will become.

Cathy nods. Walking off to another table.

Did he really stand you up?

Sure you were aware of the fact that Rafe Cameron had a reputation of sleeping with a lot of girls, but would he really stoop this low? It's true that you weren't very well known at the kook academy. You made pretty good grades and ran for the cross country team, but for the most part, you went unnoticed at school. Maybe you should have realized that a guy like Rafe Cameron would never actually want to go on a date with a girl like you.

Your stomach turned in your belly and you debated calling your older sister to come to pick you up. Looking around, you noticed most of the people in the diner were giving you sympathetic looks, obviously understanding that you had been stood up.

This might as well go down as the most embarrassing moment in your life.

Gulping, you shuffle your feet under the table preparing yourself to make a fast exit out of the diner. You are taking one last deep breath when someone plops down in the seat across from you.

You quickly look up and your eyes meet none other than JJ Maybank. The infamous pogue and weed supplier of almost every teen on the island.

“Hey,” the blonde boy says to you with a smile, picking up his menu. “Sorry, I'm late. The traffic is insane right now.” 

You continue to stare up at him in bewilderment, completely confused about what is going on.

He leans forward slightly and you do the same. “I'm JJ. Just go with it, yeah?” he says in a whisper. “Whoever didn't bother to show up is a dick,” JJ adds, sitting back in his seat as his eyes roam the small menu in his hands.

Your eyes widen in realization and you look around to see that no one is staring at your table anymore. You open your mouth to tell him he doesn't have to do this for you when Cathy returns, notepad open and pen at the ready.

“Finally,” she says under her breath, but still loud enough that both you and JJ are able to hear her. “What can I get for you two?” Cathy asks.

“We'll have two cheeseburgers and two orders of fries,” JJ says in a cheery tone. “Oh and two chocolate shakes,” he adds after a second, handing off both of our menus to Cathy.

You look at him again, mouth gaping open like a fish, but no words find their way out. JJ just smiles at you, softly patting your hand which is resting on the table in front of you.

Cathy finishes writing down your orders and looks up, eyes moving between the two of you in suspicion. “Will that be on one check or two,” she asks, her voice slightly monotone.

“One.” “Two.”

JJ and you speak at the same time. Your eyes move to his and you stare each other down.

“One check, please,” JJ says without looking away from you.

“That'll be right out,” Cathy says, quickly scurrying away from the two of you.

Unable to stand the continuous eye contact with the cerulean eyed boy, you glance down at the napkin in your lap. “You don't have to stay here, you know?” you say to him, not looking up. “I'm fine on my own.”

JJ shrugs. “As far as I'm concerned, I just scored myself a date with a really pretty girl,” he says as if it's no big deal that he just saved you from the embarrassment of the century. “Speaking of which, I didn't catch your name.”

You look back up at him and JJ offers you a small smile. A curl from his mess of blonde locks has fallen on to his forehead and you have an indescribable urge to reach across the table and move it to the side. You've heard a lot about JJ Maybank and his player ways over the years, but being this close to him for the first time you finally understand why all the kook girls are so obsessed with him. He's gorgeous; tall, tan, and toned. The three T’s.

But in the past few minutes, you've decided that there is an even more prominent quality that attracts guys and girls alike in figure eight. It's his pogueness. That's the best word you can come up with to describe the combination of his fashion sense, lifestyle, and aura. Everything about him is everything that kook teens are not. They do say that opposites attract.

“I'm (Y/N),” you say, reaching your hand out across the table for him to shake. It's the first time you've spoken directly to him and JJ is bewildered. Your voice is confident and yet it has a softness to it and JJ can tell from the small interaction that despite the fact that you conform to peer pressure, you have a strong will.

After a moment of silence, you speak up again. “Seriously,” you tell him, sincerely, “You don't have to stay here with me.”

“Seriously,” JJ says, slightly mocking you. “I want to,” his tone is so honest that it makes you really want to believe him. “In fact,” he adds, his eyes brightening with an idea, “Let's make it official.”

You give the blonde boy a confused expression so he continues. “(Y/N)- wait what is your last name,” he asks quickly and you tell him. He clears his throat, pulling one of your hands into his two big ones. “(Y/N)(Y/L/N), will you do me the honor of going on a date with me.”

For a moment you are distracted, looking at how he is holding your hand, but you snap out of it, looking up at him.

You just got stood up by the wealthiest and most attractive guy in figure eight, who by the way has nothing on the blonde boy in front of you. How are you supposed to believe that JJ actually wants to go on a date with you?

You think about the fact that he practically saved you and how he's been nothing but sweet since he got here. 

“Sure, JJ Maybank,” you say with a smile. 

JJ’s brows furrow and he smirks. “You know me,” he asks, but it's more of a statement. It is your turn to look at him in confusion so he explains. “I never told you my last name.”

You blush, hard, knowing that you were caught. Trying to play it off, you shrug. “Everyone on this island knows who JJ Maybank is.” The blonde boy’s smirk only grows at your statement.

“So I've got a reputation,” he asks cheekily.

You nod your head, playing along. “Oh, yeah. A big one,” you tell him, a big smile growing on your face.

“Hmm, let me guess,” JJ says, leaning forward in his seat. “You've heard all about how I'm a weed-smoking party boy who goes home with a different girl every night?” You nod, the smile never leaving your face. “Well, I guess I have some work to do to show you I'm actually a decent guy huh?” 

The boy almost pouts at his words and you can't help but let out a small giggle. JJ smiles wide, thinking that your laugh has to be the cutest thing he's ever heard.

You open your mouth to give him a snarky response, but before you can, Cathy walks to your table with your orders. Your jaw drops and your mouth waters at the sight of the large cheeseburger in front of you.

JJ laughs at your reaction. “I probably should have asked if you eat meat,” he says. “But judging by your reaction you do,” he adds with a laugh.

You blush at his comment as the two of you dive into your burgers and fries. As the night goes on you learn that you have more in common with the blonde boy than you ever thought possible. You share a very similar taste in music and you bond over your love of the ocean.

You are in the middle of ranting about your adoration of sea animals and how you would love to study them one day when you notice JJ staring at you with an unreadable expression. 

“What?” you ask, feeling self-conscious under his gaze. Do you have food on your face or something?

JJ shakes his head with a smile, resting his chin on the palm of his head. “Nothing,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “You're just really beautiful.”

You know that your face is tomato red at his comment. Pulling your hands up, you cover your face with them in an attempt to hide your blush. JJ tugs at your arms, gently pulling them away from your face. “Hey, don't hide,” he says with a small giggle. “Your blush is adorable.”

A few minutes later when your embarrassment has simmered and your face is back to its normal color, you look up at JJ, copying his actions from earlier and resting your head on your palm.

“You're way different than I expected, JJ,” you tell him with a small sigh. 

JJ smiles. “Is that a good thing?” he asks, his smile not faltering.

“Good,” you say, simply.

“Good,” JJ says, smiling wide.

When the check comes you offer to pay half but the boy refuses. “At least let me pay the tip, JJ,” you plead, moving to pull some bills out of your wallet. 

JJ puts a hand on yours, stopping you. “Next time,” he says and you comply out of shock from his words. He wants a next time?

Cathy wishes the two of you a good night and you glance down at your phone noticing it was a little past 11 meaning that you and JJ had been together for almost two hours.

JJ walks you home like a true gentleman and the two of you stop in front of your door. He grabs both of your hands in his, looking down at your shoes and back up to your face.

“So, I know this was kind of unconventional,” he says, voice slightly waiving with nerves, “But maybe you'd want to go on a real first date with me sometime.”

He scratches the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes, and a big smile makes its way to your lips.

“I'd love to, JJ,” you say, tugging his hand so he looks back at you. JJ has a smile that matches yours and his eyes flicker down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes.

You bite your lip. “If you don't stop me right now, I'm gonna kiss you,” JJ says seriously.

You look down before looking up at him confidently. “What if I don't want to stop you,” you say, not breaking eye contact with his cerulean eyes.

JJ wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. His hand reaches up to cup your jaw, the other gripping your waist as his lips work against yours. You let your arms snake around his neck as you deepen the kiss. Pulling away, the two of you breathe heavily. 

JJ touches his forehead to yours, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

“You gonna invite me in?” he asks, only half-joking.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Not a chance, Maybank,” you say and he pouts.

“One more kiss,” he asks, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You laugh pressing a quick peck to his soft, pink lips before slipping out of JJ’s arms. He lets out a dramatic groan.

“Pick me up tomorrow at 6,” you tell him confidently before you open your door. Looking back you see him nodding profusely so you walk inside, shutting the door softly behind you.

Leaning your back against the door, you can't help the grin that makes its way to your lips. 

Your sister spots you as she walks downstairs. “Hey, (Y/N/N),” she says with a smirk. “You're home late. I take it the date went well.”

“Yeah, really well.”

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#jj fic #jj angst #jj x oc #JJ smut #jj x reader #jj imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #Outer Banks #outer banks series #john b routledge #jj outer banks #outer banks fic #sarah cameron #rafe fic #rafe cameron #kiara carrera #rafe cameron x reader #rudy pankow #drew starkey #rudy pankow x reader

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started: 7/28/20

updated: 10/16/20

total works: 12

requests: CLOSED

♡- fluff    ☾- angst   ★- personal favorite

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Outer Banks

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JJ Maybank:

Imagines

blue ain’t your color ♡ ☾ 

summary: song fic based on blue ain’t your color by keith urban.

stood up ♡ 

summary: jj rescues you from being stood up

crush ♡★

summary: jj has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember

dodgeball ♡

summary: nothing like an aggressive game of dodgeball to cool you down on a hot day

bad day ♡☾ ★

summary: jj has a bad day and he just wants to be with you

sick ♡

summary: you get sick and all jj wants is to take care of you

madly and deeply ♡☾

summary: jj’s never had someone to stand up for him before

neighbor ♡

summary: you are struggling to fit in at your new college and in desperate need of assistance, you turn to your next-door neighbor

falling ♡☾

summary: jj never meant to fall in love with you, it just happened

Series

perfect | prologue part one part two ON HOLD

summary: She’s the kook princess. He’s the pogue prince. They weren’t meant to end up together, but unexpected things can sometimes turn out perfect.

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perfect | jj maybank x oc

summary: She’s the kook princess. He’s the pogue prince. They weren’t meant to end up together, but unexpected things can sometimes turn out perfect.

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs and drug addictions, mentions of sex and nudity, angst, fluff, not completed

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intro prologue part one part two

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Gracie was awakened by the sound of a rooster.

The second she opened her eyes, an intense pounding filled her senses. She blinked a few times trying to remember where she was. 

It was then that she felt the strong weight of an arm wrapped around her waist. Gracie quickly snapped her head around, expecting to see a nude Rafe Cameron. She was pleasantly surprised to instead see a nude JJ Maybank.

The memories of last night began to fill her head. She had been drunk enough to sleep with JJ but not quite drunk enough to forget.

JJ’s mouth is slightly open, his soft snores filling her ears. Gracie has a sudden itch to reach out and trace his features. She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts.

Looking around, Gracie tries to figure out where she is. She's in a bedroom. Definitely a boy's bedroom on the cut. JJ’s house? Truth be told the girl knew little to nothing about the boy with his bare chest pressed against her back.

Turning her head to the side, she notices her phone sitting in the nightstand next to her. Grabbing it she turns it on to see that it's only 7. It's early for her, but she knows her parents will be awake when she gets home.

Gracie gently peels the blonde-haired boy’s arm off her waist, slipping out of the bed as quietly as she can.

The brunette girl doesn't do one night stands, so she's not sure how this is supposed to go. She figures, however, that it's best if she leaves before JJ wakes up.

Gracie slips on her clothes from the night before. She's slipping on her skirt when her foot gets caught and she bumps into the night table with a thud. JJ groans rolling over, but he doesn't seem to wake up. Gracie lets out a sigh of relief, quickly gathering her things.

On her way out, she spots a picture of what looks like a young John B and his dad. Okay, so this is John B’s house.

The crowing of the rooster grows instantly louder as the girl makes her way outside, trying her best not to wake anyone up.

Truth be told, Gracie has no idea where she is. It's not often that she finds herself alone on this side of the island.

Looking down at her phone, Gracie notices that there is no service. Lifting her head back up, she guesses that she walked in the opposite direction from her house last night. She tries to retrace her steps, eventually making her way to the boneyard. Gracie notices how peaceful the place looks without anybody there and she realizes that she has never been here in the morning.

Finally relaxed, Gracie begins to think about everything that happened last night. Talking to the pogues, getting hammered, fighting with Rafe, and, well, JJ.

She feels her cheeks warm and her stomach turns to jelly as she remembers the night the two of them shared. He was sweeter than she had expected, constantly praising her and telling her how much he was enjoying himself.

“You're doing so great, Gracie.”

“Mmm, that feels so good, pretty girl.”

“You're gonna make me c-”

Gracie feels her cheeks burn as she quickly shakes her head, trying to get the blonde surfer out of her thoughts.

It happened, it was amazing, but it's never going to happen again.

The green-eyed girl sighs, heading off in the direction of her figure eight home.

By the time she makes it there, it is almost 9, and her feet aching. Slipping in the front door, Gracie tries to make her way to the stairs without being noticed by her parents.

“Grace Rose,” she hears the shrill voice of her mother call from the kitchen.

Biting her lip, Gracie walks towards her voice with a sheepish smile on her face. When she enters the kitchen she sees her mother, father, and younger brother all sitting together at the breakfast nook.

“Grace Rose,” her mother questions with narrowed eyes, and Gracie prepares herself for the lecture to come, “Where are you headed so early in the morning?”

The question causes Gracie’s eyebrows to pull together in confusion.

“And didn't you wear that skirt yesterday?” her father asks, causing her to look over at him.

Realization dawns on the girl after her father's question.

Her parents didn't even notice that she didn't come home last night.

“I-I'm not going anywhere,” she says with a broken voice, “I-I…” She doesn't finish her statement, tears brimming her eyes as she rushes up the stairs.

“God, that girl gets more and more hormonal every day,” she hears her father say.

Gracie quickly runs up the stairs and down the hall, slamming her door behind her without missing a beat.

She falls to her floor, crying her eyes out with quiet sobs.

Why was she crying so much lately? Maybe she is just hormonal. Or maybe it's because your parents don't even love you. 

The thought causes her tears to fall more and more rapidly. She thought that her parents yelling at her constantly couldn't get any worse, but what she didn't know was that them not caring at all was infinitely more painful.

It's because you're not pretty enough. Or skinny enough. I mean how could an ugly fat ass like you be loved.

Gracie wraps her arms around her stomach, suddenly feeling very sick. She runs to the bathroom, barely making it before she empties the contents of her stomach into the toilet. After flushing, she looks up at herself in the mirror. Her hair is messy from her endeavors last night, eyes puffy and red from crying, mascara smudged slightly under her eyes. Gracie wishes her cheekbones were higher and that she didn't have so many freckles littering her face. 

Her phone buzzes on the counter and she picks it up to see a text from Sasha.

party at the cameron's tonight!

Gracie feels her eyes well with tears again. She definitely doesn't have it in her to party again tonight. Especially if it's at the Cameron's. She knows it will be hard to get out of sleeping with Rafe tonight and doing so will definitely cause a scene.

sounds great! meet you there at 8?

The girl feels like doing nothing today. After getting a confirmation text from Sasha, Gracie changes into a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable tank, slipping into the covers of her queen size bed. If anyone asks she will tell them she spent the afternoon working out and tanning, not going back and forth between watching The Office and Criminal Minds and eating Skinny Pop.

Gracie starts getting ready around 6, straightening her frizzy hair and doing her makeup to perfection. You almost can't tell that she has cried three times in the last two days. She slips on a silver embroidered lace dress with an open back and grabs a matching pair of stilettos. Without bothering to say bye to her parents or tell them where she is going, the girl slips out of her house without a word. She slips into her black Range Rover, knowing that drinking is out of the question. Especially not after what happened last night.

Cars are lined down the street when Gracie pulls up in front of the Cameron house, music and shouts filling the air.

She walks past groups of drunken teenagers puking in bushes, trying not to make eye contact with any of them. She fiddles with the ring on her pointer finger, anxiety bubbling in her stomach once again.

Gracie quickly finds Sasha and Emily by the bar, ordering a Shirley temple.

“Come on, Gracie,” Emily says, pulling her and Sasha out to the dance floor. The sight of sweaty teens grinding on each other makes the girl cringe, but she brushes it off.

She lets herself get lost in the music, closing her eyes and swaying her hips. When her eyes open again, they are met with a pair of cerulean eyes watching her from the bar area.

Gracie quickly wonders what he is doing at a party like this, but she remembers hearing that John B is dating Sarah Cameron now. 

She excuses herself from Emily and Sasha without breaking eye contact with the blonde-haired boy. Adding a little sway to her hips, Gracie walks in his direction only to be cut off by a large body.

“Gracie,” Rafe says and Gracie has to hold back a groan. His eyes are red-rimmed and the reminisce of white powder resides on the tip of his nose.

“Rafe.”

“You look hot, baby girl,” the coked-out boy says with a smirk, slightly slurring his words, the nickname making Gracie gag. 

Gracie sighs. “Look, Rafe, I'm not interested.”

Rafe narrows his eyes taking a step forward, causing the girl to step back away from him.

“What is going on with you lately,” Rafe says, his voice rising several octaves. “You've been a real bitch recently.”

Gracie looks around, noticing a few pairs of eyes starting to look their way. “Calm down, Rafe,” she says in a whisper yell. “You're causing a scene.”

Rafe takes another aggressive step towards the girl. Gracie starts to feel trapped and her breathing begins to speed up.

“Fuck yeah I'm causing a scene,” he says pushing her shoulder harshly, causing her to stumble backward into a random couple who groans.

“Hey,” a familiar voice calls, placing a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Don't touch her.”

“Stay out of this, pogue,” Rafe says the word with such venom that Gracie knows a fight is coming.

Gracie steps forward towards the two fuming guys. “Guys, stop,” she pleads.

“Yeah, you heard her,” Rafe says without looking at her, stepping towards JJ with his fists clenched at his sides. The people around them are all looking over, seeing the commotion.

“No, Rafe,” Gracie says, her voice turning more hostile as the anger starts to build inside her. “I’m talking to you. You're being an asshole.”

Rafe snaps his head to look at her, his pupils are dilated and his face red with anger. Gracie has never seen him so furious and it is honestly starting to scare her. “What did you say, you fucking bitch,” he seethes at her, spit flying.

“Don't talk to her like that, asshat,” JJ steps in front of her, harshly pushing Rafe away from the girl.

Rafe takes a step towards JJ and Gracie is sure that a fight is about to break out. The two boys maintain eye contact, both of them puffing out their chests and if it went for the current situation Gracie would laugh at their actions. After a few moments, Rafe steps backward.

“That whores not worth the trouble anyway,” Rafe says with a smirk.

“Hey,” JJ steps towards Rafe, but Gracie wraps a hand around his bicep, holding him back as Rafe walks away. As soon as he disappears into the crowd, JJ relaxes turning around to face Gracie, his gaze softening at her worried eyes.

“You okay?” he asks softly. The girl looks around and sees that people are still looking at them.

Gracie straightens her back, rolling her eyes. “I'm perfectly fine, Maybank,” she says with an attitude, “So if it's fine with you I'm going to get a drink.” She walks away with her head held high, but instead of heading to the bar area, she turns making her way to the bathroom down the hall. She's been to several parties here so she knows where some things are.

Locking the door behind her, Gracie sinks down against the wall, letting everything that happened sink in. A few seconds later she hears a knock on the door and she quickly tells the person that the bathroom

is occupied.

“It's JJ,” the muffled voice says from the other side of the door. Gracie quickly stands up wiping away the few tears that had slipped out.

Opening the door, the brunette is met with his ocean eyes.

JJ steps inside the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him before turning back to face the girl. Gracie feels herself fall apart in front of this boy. She blames it on the fact that she was craving comfort and he happened to be there.

Her eyes well with tears and her hands reach to cover her face. “Hey, hey,” JJ says awkwardly, wrapping his arms around the crying girl and patting her back gently.

After a few moments, Gracie pulls away, regretting it as her arms grow cold. She wipes her eyes with a small giggle. “Sorry,” she says, not meeting his eyes and JJ responds, telling her it's okay, “I guess everything going on just caught up to me at once.”

“Yeah I bet it's hard living in the biggest mansion on figure eight,” he says sarcastically, causing Gracie to frown. Is that really what he thinks of her?

“Anyways, we need to stop meeting like this,” JJ jokes, causing both of them to laugh. When their laughter dies down an awkward silence fills the bathroom.

“Why'd you leave,” JJ asks quietly, breaking the silence.

Gracie looks at him with confusion. “What?”

The blonde boy scratches his neck awkwardly, not looking up to meet her eyes. “This morning,” he explains. “I had a good time last night and, ya know, you kinda just left.”

“Oh,” Gracie says in a surprised tone, eyes widening a little bit. 

“Yeah, oh,” JJ says, turning around to walk out of the bathroom.

Gracie bites her lip. “Wait.” JJ turns around to look at her, raising his eyebrows. She clears her throat. “Well, to be completely honest, I've never really had a one night stand.”

It's JJ's turn to look at her with surprise.

“Oh, don't look so surprised. I know the rumors about me,” Gracie says with a scoff, “but anyways, I guess that I just didn't know how those types of things typically work.”

JJ smiles softly or the girl. “Well,” he says, taking a step closer, “If it was just a one night stand… then I guess you leaving like that wasn't a problem.” He takes another step forward, now almost chest to chest with Gracie, causing her to let out a small gasp. “But, I was hoping this wasn't just a one-time thing.”

Gracie gulps, quickly composing herself.

She smirks, leaning in so her lips brush JJ’s, not fully pressing them on his. “Why don't you get me out of here,” Gracie whispers in a sultry voice as a piece of his wavy hair falls onto her forehead, ticking her.

JJ lets out a breath, his eyes scanning her face. “God, you're so beautiful.” Gracie’s stomach fills with butterflies at his words. He grabs her dainty hand in his calloused one, their rings pressing against one another as they walk hand in hand.

The blonde boy leads the two of them out the mansion and Gracie points out her range rover telling him that she will drive. JJ looks at her questioningly. “Don't worry I haven't been drinking,” she says.

JJ hums in response, “I better drive just in case.”

Gracie looks at him for a second before tossing him her keys, as they each walk around to their sides of the car.

“You better not crash my car,” she says with an eye roll.

JJ salutes her as he presses the ignition, letting out a breathy sigh. “Honestly,” he whispers, making Gracie look over at him, “I just really wanted to drive your car.”

The two of them laugh as JJ pulls out, driving towards the chateau. As soon as they arrive, the pair of hormonal teens clamber out of the car, kissing each other sloppily as they make their way inside.

Gracie notes that the actions feel familiar to her as JJ lowers her gently into the bed, kissing her passionately, but the girl wouldn't mind them becoming even more familiar.

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perfect | jj maybank x oc

summary: She’s the kook princess. He’s the pogue prince. They weren’t meant to end up together, but unexpected things can sometimes turn out perfect.

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs and drug addictions, mentions of sex and nudity, angst, fluff, not completed

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Gracie can already hear the music playing from the beach, despite being a good distance away. She can also feel her stomach doing flip flops as her anxiety consumes her, her mind instantly going to her messy nails she was desperately trying to hide.

Sasha and Emily are on either side of her, obliviously talking about a new show they are both watching. Gracie bites her lip as she nervously pulls down the short, pastel skirt she had on. Her mother had criticized her outfit before she left her house, telling her that people would think she is a slut if she continues to dress the way she does.

Gracie lets out a breath, gently shaking her head, burying her anxiety deep inside as she and her posse arrive at the party.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone waving at her.

“Hey, Gracie.” She recognized the boy from her math class last year. He was a sweet kid named Vincent, who had tremendously helped her with algebra.

Her hand itched to wave back, but instead, Gracie rolled her eyes, continuing forward.

“Do you know that weirdo,” Emily asked incredulously.

Gracie scoffed. “As if I would be hanging out with someone like that.”

Her heart fell, knowing that Vincent could hear their conversation, but she covered it with a smirk, letting her green eyes filter over the crowd. She noticed a group of people standing around the keg and she began to walk over there. Normally, Gracie wouldn't drink, especially not the cheap beer the pogues supply, but she was in desperate need of something to distract her.

As she approached the keg, Gracie noticed it was manned by none other than Pope Hayward and JJ Maybank.

Gracie had never really spoken to Pope, but his father had catered for several of her father's events. She knew that he was a smart kid and he wasn't bad on the eyes. As far as she knew, he wasn't bad.

If there was anyone on this island who had a bigger reputation than her, it would be JJ Maybank. He was gorgeous, attracting every girl who was blessed enough to see him, including Gracie. The girl couldn't deny her attraction to the blond-haired surfer.

He's wearing his typical wife-beater tank top paired with black cargo shorts. It's the opposite of something any kook would wear and Gracie is loving it.

“Kook Princess,” JJ addressed with a smirk as they stepped up the keg. Noticing her friends he added, “And company.”

Yet again, Gracie had to force herself not to roll her eyes at his flirtatious behavior.

“Can I interest you in a taste of Milwaukee beverage?” the blonde asked sarcastically, his outstretched hand holding the filled red solo cup.

“Yes,” Gracie responded confidently, lifting her chin slightly while still maintaining eye contact with the blue-eyed boy.

Even JJ’s eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't too often people saw the queen kook drinking. Gracie reached out to grab the cup, dying to drown away her worries in shitty beer, but before she could grab it, JJ reacted, pulling the cup further away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” JJ said sneakily, lightly lifting his pointer finger off the cup to shake it, “What's the magic word, Princess?”

Gracie opens her mouth, already ready with a witty response, only to be cut off by a voice she has come to hate.

“Watch who you're talking to, dirty pogue,” Rafe says to JJ, slinging an arm over Gracie’s shoulders.

He wreaked of cologne and this time Gracie couldn't help but give an eye roll. Realizing what she did, the girl bit her lip, hoping that no one saw her slip up. But someone did, the blue-eyed boy who hasn't taken his eyes off the brunette girl since she got here. 

“Here you go milady,” JJ says, handing her the red solo cup with a slight bow, completely ignoring Rafe’s presence.

“Thanks,” Gracie said, giving JJ an unreadable look.

Before either of them could get another word in, Rafe practically dragged the girl away, leading her to a group of kooks she was all too familiar with. Gracie spots her older brother amongst the crowd, mentally groaning at the sight. She should have guessed it. Wherever Rafe is, Gavin isn't too far behind. The two of them have been best buds since high school and now they are in business school together. 

Assholes. Gracie thought with a giggle. 

Throughout the night, she stayed in the group. Never leaving to dance or get a new drink, however, her cup was never empty for too long. Rafe seemed to be taking advantage of the fact that the girl was drinking and he was constantly bringing her more.

“Hey, wanna get out of here,” Gracie heard his sluggish voice in her ear. Turning to face Rafe, she notices that his eyes are bloodshot and her jaw clenches realizing that he is probably coked out.

Gracie shakes her head, taking another sip out of her cup. “Not tonight, Rafe.” She did not want to put up with his bullshit right now.

Rafe quickly unwraps his arm from her shoulder, pushing her away. “Bitch,” he says, walking away and quickly taking interest in a tall blonde touron.

Gracie stands up as her eyes fill with tears, deciding to go home. She stumbles through the blurry crowd like a newborn deer.

Fuck. she thought. I'm shitfaced.

As she walks away from the crowd the music becomes quieter and quieter. Gracie has no clue where she is. Somewhere on the cut?

Before she knows it she's stumbling up to a house she doesn't recognize, the red solo cup still in hand. She spots a figure emerge out of the doorway and onto

the porch. 

Great. This is how I die.

“Gracie?” the voice questions, but it all sounds hazy to her. 

Well, that's fantastic. The murderer knows my name.

The person walks down the porch steps and towards her body. JJ. Her shoulders sag in relief at the sight of the blonde-haired boy. When he gets to her, Gracie immediately falls into his arms, JJ barely catching her before she falls to the ground.

“Gracie,” he says again, his tone clearly confused, “Are you drunk?”

Gracie pulls away from his strong arms with a sniffle to look into the blue eyes she suddenly craves so much.

“Shit. Are you crying?”

The green-eyed girl doesn't respond, too lost in his ocean eyes.

“Okay,” JJ says, holding her shoulders and clearly nervous, “I'm gonna get you home, m’kay.”

Gracie quickly shakes her head at the words.

“Okay,” he says thoughtfully, “You can't go home. Where should I take you?”

Without responding, Gracie leans up on her tippy toes, pressing her lips sloppily to JJ’s. The kiss is messy and rushed, but it's the best one she's ever had. Her hands reach up to tangle in his hair, deepening the kiss. She can taste the alcohol and weed on his lips, so she knows he's not sober either.

JJ suddenly pulls away, leaning his forehead on hers as her hands fall to his neck, playing with the hem of his top, both of them breathing heavily.

“Gracie, you're drunk.”

Gracie hums. “No,” she presses another kiss to his lips, mumbling into them, “I've wanted this for a long time.”

It's not exactly a lie. Any girl on this island would be lying if they haven't thought about sleeping with the hot blonde. 

It's JJ this time who deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his hands on the small of her back. Gracie gasps when she feels him grab her ass, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth.

She's feeling euphoric as JJ leads her up the stairs and into the house. 

The place is trashed. Takeout boxes and beer bottles litter the floor and tables as the smell of weed fills all of her senses. But for some reason, she wouldn't have it any different.

Gracie is pulled back into reality when she feels herself being pushed back onto a bed, JJ’s amazing lips working wonders against hers. Her mind fills with questions of what the hell she is doing, but she pushes them aside when JJ starts kissing down her jaw and neck, definitely leaving a few marks.

“Are you sure,” he asks, stopping above the waist of her skirt, his eyes lifting to meet hers. 

Gracie nods with a smirk, pulling his lips back down to meet hers.

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blue ain't your color | jj maybank

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summary: song fic based on blue ain’t your color by keith urban.

warnings: mentions of mentally and physically abusive relationships, underage drinking, mentions of drugs, angst, fluff, v soft jj

PSA: this is not in any way meant to idealize or romanticize abusive relationships. if you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please get help. below are some resources and learning tools. 

National Domestic Violence Hotline: [phone] – 7233

Love is Respect – National Teen Dating Abuse Hotline: [phone] – 9474

more hot lines and info: https://victimconnect.org/resources/national-hotlines/

learn more: https://www.thehotline.org/psa/

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I can see you over there

Starring at your drink

Watchin' that ice sink

All alone tonight

You look down at your drink, moving the straw in a circular motion causing the ice to swirl around creating a small tornado.

Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize you've been waiting here for almost two hours. 

Your boyfriend was supposed to meet you at Topper’s party at 9. In the first thirty minutes, you weren't surprised. Liam, your kook boyfriend of 10 months, was late for almost everything, so this didn't come as a shock to you. 

When the one hour mark hit you were honestly quite worried. What if he was in an accident? What if he got jumped? Maybe your thoughts were most likely irrational, but you couldn't help but worry about your boyfriend.

One hour later, you had gotten past the worrying stage. Now you were simply angry, no, furious at him. Had he stood you up? Did he forget about you? These thoughts were definitely more rational. It wouldn't be the first time Liam stood you up, but you would make sure it was the last. 

At the beginning of your relationship, everything had been sunshine and butterflies. About two months in, however, he asked you to stop seeing your friends.

You see you were a born and raised pogue. Your dad was a close friend of Big John so you had practically grown up with John B, JJ, and Pope, in more recent years becoming close friends with Kiara.

At first, it was little things. Liam would get upset if you left to hang out with the pogues instead of him. Then one day, he asked you to stop seeing them all together. You, of course, retaliated, telling him that you would never leave your friends. But Liam had a way with words, and not a good way. He told you for months that your friends would never love you and that you were lucky that he had even taken pity on you. Slowly, you started to believe him. You stopped seeing the pogues, pushing everyone who truly loved you out of your life.

Liam became more and more distant as the months went on. He would leave you almost every night to drink and party, not even bothering to let you know where he was headed. The two of you had been fighting nonstop for several weeks. It had gotten physical only a few times and the next morning he would apologize profusely, so you stayed.

Seeing him walk in with two girls wrapped around his waist, nearly two and a half hours late, was the last straw for you.

Grabbing your purse, you walked up to Liam, who's eyes widened with the realization the moment he saw you.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, slightly slurring his words as his arms still holding the two skinny blondes at his sides, “It's not what it looks like.” You can see his red-rimmed eyes and dilated pupils, telling you that he was coked out. 

You roll your eyes, knowing that this was it for you. “Really, Liam,” you snap back, “‘Cause it looks like we are done here.”

Liam’s eyes widen in shock, never having seen you lash out like this before. He shakes it off and his expression quickly contorts into one of disgust. “Okay,” he says with a shrug, “Good luck finding someone else to take pity on a whore like you, dirty pogue.” He walks away with the two girls, leaving you in shock.

It takes a moment for you to realize that you had just ended this almost one-year relationship. 

The first emotion you feel is one of freedom and relief. No more would you have to be held down by this weight of not being able to do and say what you want.

That feeling slowly dissipates as the feeling of dread starts to overcome it. You had pushed away all of your friends for this boy who had let you go like you were nothing to him. Maybe you were nothing.

You walk back to the bar area, grabbing another drink, feeling the need to drown away your sorrows.

And chances are

You're sittin' here in this bar

'Cause he ain't gonna treat you right

JJ Maybank hated kook parties with a passion.

Thankfully he hadn't had the opportunity to attend too many of them in his lifetime. But now that John B was macking on Sarah Cameron, it wasn't uncommon for the blonde boy to get dragged along to one of these events.

John B had left JJ to fend for himself as soon as they had arrived at the party, slipping off somewhere to find Sarah. JJ looked around the extravagant home that belonged to one of his enemies, Topper Thornton. His ring clad fingers fiddled with an expensive-looking vase, trying to find the perfect moment to snag it and slip away.

JJ’s eyes filtered through the crowd when they landed on something, or rather someone, that he had least expected to see.

His hand slipped from the vase, letting his gaze drink you in. You definitely looked different. Your once long hair was now cut just below your shoulders and your typical style of denim shorts and a cropped shirt was exchanged for a lavish-looking dress and sparkly stilettos.

JJ admits that he probably wouldn't have recognized you if he hadn't spent so many years unable to take his eyes off of you whenever the pogues were together.

The boy had loved his life long best friend since the day she clocked a boy in the face for making fun of JJ’s worn-out clothes. They were seven. In addition to being the day JJ had met (Y/N) and John B, it was also the day he fell in love with the (Y/E/C) eyed girl.

When you started dating your kook boyfriend at the beginning of your junior year, JJ was initially devastated. He soon brought himself to realize, however, that a lowlife like him would never be able to deserve someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you. His thoughts were confirmed when you abruptly stopped hanging around the pogues and him. You were too good for him. The blonde boy had no idea of the pain that Liam had caused you in the past ten months.

Now looking at you, JJ could see that you were upset. He had gotten really good at analyzing your body language over the many years of being your best friend.

All thoughts of stealing the vase flew out of his mind as his feet started in your direction.

Well, it's probably not my place

But I'm gonna say it anyway

'Cause you look like

You haven't felt the fire

Had a little fun

Hadn't had a smile in a little while

You felt a figure move to sit in the bar stool chair next to you, but you choose to ignore whoever it is, not particularly feeling up to socializing with a contemptuous kook after what you just went through.

The figure didn't move after a few minutes so you turn to look at them with a glare in your eyes, ready to snap at them and ask them to leave you alone. Your gaze immediately softens as you realize the person next to you is in fact the last person you would ever expect to see at a party like this, JJ Maybank.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you continue to stare at the side profile of the blonde boy who hasn't yet turned to face you. 

Everything you had done so well to hide over the last ten years of knowing and loving him comes rushing back. Your love for the boy next to you consumes every fiber of your being. 

A lone tear falls down your cheek as you begin to curse yourself and Liam. How did I let him control me into giving this up? This feeling?

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

JJ finally turns his head to look at you and feels his entire resolve crumble. You were crying. The sight nearly breaks his heart in two.

His eyes lock with yours and he can see the pain and heartache swirling within them.

“What did he do to you,” JJ mutters, letting his eyes roam the crowd for the boy he despises most in the world. Almost a year of suppressed anger starts to bubble up to the surface.

“JJ,” you whimper.

The sadness and hopelessness in your voice makes every ounce of anger in him evaporate as he turns his head to look at you again. The look in your eyes tells him that the kook boy had hurt you worse than he ever knew.

JJ wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms and never let anything else in the world harm you. His hands itch to wipe the tears off your face and pull your head to his chest.

However, JJ also wants you to be as comfortable as possible and he's not sure if you're ready for the amount of love he has to give you just yet.

You surprise the blonde boy by reaching out to your arms out to him. The blonde wastes no time in standing up and pulling your body flush to his chest.

Everyone else in the world disappears as the two of you clutch each other with all you have. Both of you realize how much you had missed the comfort of each other's embrace. 

You're not sure how long you stand there like that, face nuzzled into JJ’s shoulder as the boy strokes your hair comfortingly.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble into his shirt, not willing to pull away from the warmth he radiates.

JJ’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he pulls away enough to look down at you. “What do you mean,” he asks with a softness in his voice that is reserved for you only, gently lifting your chin so that you are looking into his beautiful cerulean eyes.

You sniffle. “I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for breaking down in front of you. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. But most of all, I'm sorry for ever believing that I could live without you. I-I mean if it weren't for you I don't know what I would do. I understand if you don't want to talk to-” your ramble is suddenly cut off by JJ pressing his lips to yours.

The boy knows that this is probably not the best time to confess his feelings towards you, but he can't watch you talk down about yourself like that anymore. Do you not know how much he adores you? 

The kiss is soft and passionate. JJ can taste your salty tears on his slightly chapped lips as they work against yours. Both of you poor every ounce of emotion you have into the kiss. 

JJ reluctantly pulls away when the two of you run out of air, placing his forehead delicately on yours as your arms wrap around his neck.

I'm tellin' you

You don't need that guy

It's so black and white

He's stealin' your thunder

Baby, blue ain't your color

Both of you pant as you look into each other's eyes. “I've wanted to do that for so long,” JJ says, as the smile you cherish so much graces his features.

“Really?” you ask and JJ can hear the vulnerability in your voice. What did that shithead do to you to make you so insecure?

“You have no idea, baby,” he says, tenderly kissing away the tear that has slipped out of your eye and onto your cheek.

Not having the words to express how you feel about the boy in front of you, you pull his head back down, kissing him so sweetly that it makes his knees buckle.

“JJ,” you whisper as you pull away, but you never get to finish your statement because you are suddenly ripped out of his embrace.

“You fucking whore,” Liam seethes at you taking a stride towards you and you instinctively take a step back. “You break up with me and two minutes later you've moved onto another guy. Slut.” His words cut you deep and you know by the tone of his voice that a punch to the gut or a slap to the face is coming. Liam raises his hand and you brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.

The sound of yelling fills your senses and you open your eyes to see JJ punching Liam in the face repeatedly. You are frozen as you watch the scene in front of you.

“JJ,” you hear John B yell, turning to look at him, “You're gonna kill him.”

Your eyes widen in realization at his words and you take a step forward.

“JJ,” you call, but your voice is drowned out by the sound of everyone yelling around you. You clear your throat and try again, louder. “JJ.”

This time JJ stops mid punch, turning to look at you. Fear fills your body when you see that his wide, normally baby blue eyes are nearly black.

His gaze softens as he takes in your anxious look.

JJ steps away from the beat-up boy and you see a few of his friends pull Liam’s limp body away. You lock your eyes back to JJ’s and he takes a careful step towards you causing you to involuntarily flinch back slightly.

I'm not tryna

Be another just

Pick you up

Kinda guy

Tryna drink you up

Tryna take you home

He wants to cry out at the sight. Don't you know that he would rather die than ever hurt you? 

You do know this, and you're not afraid of the boy in the slightest, but the last five minutes have put you on edge.

Seeing the broken look in the blonde’s eyes, you take quick steps toward his body, wrapping him in your embrace. He melts into your arms, allowing his face to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

The crowd that had formed around the fight disperses, realizing the show is over.

“(Y/N).” The sound of your name being called pulls your attention away from the sweet boy in your arms.

You pull away from JJ slightly, still keeping an arm around his bicep.

Looking over, you see John B standing to the side with Sarah Cameron. You had heard about the two of them getting together and you suddenly realize why JJ happened to be at this party.

The sadness in John B’s eyes as he looks at you breaks your heart. The two of you have been like sister and brother your whole lives and, besides JJ, he was the hardest for you to stop talking to.

You feel JJ’s grip on you loosen, urging you to go to John. The two of you walk towards each other and John B pulls you into his arms. 

“I missed you, (Y/N/N),” he says unto your hair, “So much.”

You smile, tears softly rolling down your cheeks. “I missed you too, JB,” you say, pulling away to look at JJ who looks back with a sad smile on his face.

But I just don't understand

How another man

Can take your sun

And turn it ice cold

The four of you decided it was best to leave. John B dropped Sarah off at her house and drove the three of you back to the Chateau. Your stomach drops at the sight of the small shack.

JJ notices your facial expression, placing his hand softly on top of yours. “You okay?” he asks gently as John B parks the van.

You nod with a small smile and JJ helps you out of the van, holding your hand as he leads you to the porch. You stop walking, causing the two boys to turn around and look at you.

“I'm sorry,” you say, tears pooling in your eyes again. JJ gives you a knowing look. “(Y/N),” he says, almost sternly.

“No,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Let me talk.” JJ nods and John B looks at you expectantly. “I left you. Both of you. I- Liam, he just made me feel so useless and I didn't want to be a bother to you guys anymore.”

JJ lets out a sound, almost like a growl, and pulls you into a hug. “You are not useless, (Y/N),” he says seriously, “You are so important, to both of us, and we missed you so much.”

You nod into his chest as John B comes to wrap his arms around both of you.

The three of you group hug and you sigh contently, happy to be back with your boys.

Well, I've had enough to drink

And it's makin'

Me think that I just might

Tell you if I were a painter I wouldn't change ya

I'd just paint you bright

John B helps JJ set up the pull out while you change into a pair of John B’s sweats and JJ’s t-shirt. John B says goodnight and goes to “hit the hay” as he puts it, leaving you and JJ alone again.

“I'll sleep on the other couch and you can take the bed,” he says sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you settle into your “beds”, but you can't seem to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through your mind.

Everything that has happened since you left the pogues seems like one big sad blur. Your mind wanders to JJ. What does this mean for you two? 

“(Y/N),” the voice you love so much calls. You hum in response. “You ‘wake?” he asks. You sit up in the pullout shaking your head.

“Can't sleep,” you say, rubbing your eyes. 

JJ sits up as well. “M’sorry, baby,” the nickname makes your heart flutter.

You open your arms for the boy who looks at you warily. “Are you sure, (Y/N),” he asks. You nod quickly and he stands up, falling into the pullout and wrapping you into his arms. He tucks your head under his chin, pulling you closer.

“JJ,” you ask.

It's his turn to hum in response. “This may be weird for you, but I feel like I just have to say it,” you tell him. JJ pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. He's worried about what you are going to say but tries to hide it for your sake. “I love you, J.”

JJ smiles, leaning down to nuzzle his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss. “I love you too,” he says sincerely, but you're afraid he doesn't understand what you mean.

“No, J,” you say, looking away from his eyes, “I love you. Like, I'm in love with you.”

The blonde boy only smiles bigger. He leans down pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, pulling away when you run out of air. JJ trails sweet kisses down your jaw and neck before placing one last kiss on your lips.

“I'm in love with you too (Y/N),” he says kissing your forehead. JJ wonders how he went so long without being able to kiss you and hold you. Even after only confessing a few hours ago, it feels so natural to have you in his arms. The thought of not having you makes his heart ache. 

“I have to ask you something, but you can say no and it won't change anything and I understand that this is hard because of everything that just happened,” JJ rambles. You kiss his jaw softly, urging him to continue. “Will you be mine. Ya know. Like my girlfriend, or whatever.”

You smile wide. “Of course I'll be yours, J.”

JJ copies your smile leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

He pulls away, snuggling into you, and the both of you bask in the feeling of being in each other's arms. Your hand reaches up to play with JJ’s hair as your eyes start to droop.

“Love ya, pretty girl.”

“Love you too, J.”

'Cause blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

You are sitting down on a beach towel, watching the sun slowly fall into the ocean, lighting the sky with a beautiful rainbow of colors. Your feet are outstretched in front of you and your hands prop you up behind your back. The Outer Banks heat is making your skin warm, but you don't mind, letting the steadily depleting sun hit your skin.

You watch as JJ catches another wave, surfing it perfectly. You giggle as he raises his hand in a fist, clapping for him. 

It's been two weeks since you finally ended things with Liam. You were able to mend things with the rest of the pogues and Kiara and Pope welcomed you back with open arms. Things with JJ have been going amazing. The two of you agreed to take things slowly seeing as you were just getting out of a toxic relationship. It was different to finally be in a place with JJ where you weren't afraid to show him and tell him how you feel, but you loved it.

JJ runs towards you, gripping his board in one hand as the other pushes back his blonde locks.

When he gets to your towel, JJ throws down his board and plops down next to you, pulling you into a sweet hug.

You giggle. “You're all wet, J,” you say, not making any move to get out of his warm embrace. The boy peppers your face with soft kisses causing you to giggle even more.

A few minutes later you are seated in between JJ’s legs and he has his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, J,” you say, still watching the sunset.

“I love you too, pretty girl,” JJ says kissing your neck. He begins humming the tune to a song you recognize. 

“Blue ain't your color, umm mm,” he sings, “No, no baby, come here baby, let me light up your world.”

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perfect | jj maybank x oc

summary: She’s the kook princess. He’s the pogue prince. They weren’t meant to end up together, but unexpected things can sometimes turn out perfect.

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs and drug addictions, mentions of sex and nudity, angst, fluff, not completed

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intro prologue part one part two

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Gracie Bauer has a way about her. She could walk into a room filled with fire breathers and acrobats, yet the second she entered, all eyes are on her. 

Gracie is beautiful no doubt. Her long, shiny brown hair and green eyes that twinkle in the sunlight. Her outfits are never dull and she is always sporting the latest trends. She has that perfect body that draws the attention of guys and girls alike.

Gracie Bauer is a bitch. Yes, she is a kook bitch. A Kildare native, born into the wealthiest family in figure eight. She has the life that people envy.

Perfect. Gracie is always perfect. Never a hair out of place, or a nail un-manicured. Her makeup is always flawless, never cakey, or unflattering. She is perfect.

Even now, with the hot, sticky weather of the Outer Banks summer, Gracie remains the epitome of perfection. Her sunglasses perched high on the bridge of her nose, eyes closed, as she lays out by the pool, chest to the sun.

Emily and Sasha, Gracie’s two closest confidants, are seated on either side of the girl, both laying in identical positions. Gracie doesn't particularly like either of them, but they do what she says and follow her around like obedient puppies.

Sometimes the girl grows tired of everyone's fake kindness towards her. Although Gracie would be caught dead before she admitted something like that to anyone.

To her right, Sasha sits up suddenly, pushing her red hair out of her face, causing Gracie to slowly open her eyes.

“The pogues are throwing a kegger tonight and we have to go.”

Gracie has to forcibly hold back her eye roll. It's not that she minds the pogues. In fact, she admires the freedom and independence that the group of friends has. She simply does not have it in her to get dressed up and put on a show for everyone around her. However, Gracie knows that people would be disappointed if she doesn't attend, Rafe Cameron happens to be one of those people.

She had been hooking up with the infamous Rafe Cameron for about two months now. Despite people's beliefs, Gracie is not a slut. Rafe was only the second guy she had ever been with and despite her little knowledge about sex, Gracie knows that Rafe is at best subpar.

Gracie grumbles under her breath before putting on a charming smile. “Yes, of course,” she says, her voice laced with the fake excitement, “We can meet back here at eight and walk to the boneyard.”

The girls nod, giggling in agreement.

After chatting a little while longer, Gracie hugs Sasha and Emily, budding them goodbye. 

On her way up the bifurcated, marble staircase, the brunette collides with a hard chest, sending herself backward and landing on her butt.

“Watch it, punk.”

Gracie immediately recognizes the venomous tone as her older brother.

Her brother, Gavin Bauer, is probably the person Gracie hates most in the world. He is two years older than her and is being groomed to replace her father as the CEO of Bauer Investments. 

Just what everyone needs, another dick in the bosses chair.

Gracie quickly picks herself off the floor as Gavin shoves past her, heading down the stairs. With a sigh, Gracie turns around, walking past her youngest brother’s room and towards her room at the end of the hallway.

Greyson is the angel child. He has straight A’s, is the captain of the kook academy's golf team, and is the kindest soul anyone will ever meet. Gracie hates him too. Well, she tries too at least, but how can you hate a boy like that.

Gracie makes her way into her room, slamming the door aggressively behind her and gripping her hair in frustration. 

Why couldn't she be the favorite? What did she do wrong?

These questions plague her mind, as the green-eyed girl paces her large and luxurious room, anxiously biting her freshly painted nails. 

“Fuck,” she curses, realizing her mistake.

Gracie rushes to her closet, pulling out her lengthy set of nail polishes and collapsing to the floor. She quickly pulls out the same color that she had used last night, quiet tears falling from her eyes as she tries to fix the ruined nails in front of her.

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