#//more depth to Kiara

[daltonsluvr]

THREE TIMES , ONE MOMENT

pairing : jj maybank x female reader

warnings : underage drinking , swearing basically just a lot of fluff .

summary : three times where everyone can see how much you and jj like each other , and the moment where you finally confess .

note : this fic is set both before & during the events of season 1 , it’ll make slightly more sense when you read on . there are some plot inconsistencies , but let’s just ignore them for the purpose of this imagine .

ONE. BEACH DAY

To say you loved the ocean was an understatement. It seemed often that you spent more time in the sea than on land, whether it be surfing, swimming or simply paddling in the shallow depths of the water. As a pogue, you’d grown up near the beach, wading into the cool water often as a child, longing to feel the waves against the ankles. And you were no different even now, years later.

All of the pogues knew of your love for the ocean, though perhaps none more than JJ Maybank. It was where you first met, after all, both of you surfing amongst the waves, unaware you were about to meet the person you’d call one of your best friends.

You were all by the ocean for a weekly beach day - a tradition which you had founded, naturally. Kiara was helping you make a rather elaborate looking sandcastle, while the boys were running out of the sea, hair dripping wet & holding their surfboards.

You looked down to focus on your sandcastle, but the feel of water dripping on your head made you look up, only to see a certain blonde smiling down on you.

“Come to the water with me?” JJ grinned at you, offering you a hand to help you get up.

Nodding, you accepted his hand, and he pulled you up. Hands still interlocked, you both ran to the water together, laughing as he tugged you along towards it.

The feel of the waves crashing over your feet relieved any stresses you had almost immediately, as did the feel of JJ’s hand still gripping yours. The two of you ran out further into the ocean, laughing with every step you took.

You eventually waded out far enough where the water just reached your waist. The sight mesmerised you: the waves gently washing over each other, the sun setting in the distance. It was all so beautiful.

And it just so happened that JJ thought the exact same thing, only about you. He had liked you for quite a while, though unlike his true JJ nature, he was scared to tell you. Perhaps he was scared of what you’d say in response, or maybe he just didn’t know how to express his emotions properly. Either why, he hadn’t told you about his feelings for you yet.

Though you were the only one who seemed to not notice. All of the other pogues - Kie, Pope & even the otherwise oblivious John B - knew of JJ’s liking for you, and they were ever so sure that you reciprocated his feelings.

“Just look at them!” Kie awed from her place on the towel, watching the two of you in the ocean as you splashed each other and tumbled into each other’s arms. “Aren’t they cute?”

“Has JJ really not told her yet?” Pope said, shaking his head as he leaned closer to see the two of you better.

“Put it this way. JJ’s not scared of shit, but he’s scared of telling her, and that says something.” John B shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle which he’d brought with him to the beach.

“Whatever, he’ll tell her soon, I’m telling you,” Kie shrugged her shoulders casually, still looking on at the two of you, rather like a proud mother. “I’d be willing to bet on it.”

“Wanna bet, then?” said John B with a smirk, extending his hand for Kiara to shake. “I say he won’t confess for a year, you say he will. Winner gets $20.”

“You’re on.” smiled Kiara, taking his hand as all three of the pogues looked back at the sea at you both, just in time to notice the grins playing on your faces as you ran back to land, your arms tightly around JJ’s neck as he carried you, the two of you looking as happy as could be.

TWO. CLEAN UP

“Stay still, it’ll sting more if you move.” you said quietly, holding a wet rag to the side of JJ’s head, which had a cut along it. Presumably from his father, though you knew better than to talk to him about his dad. You were sitting on the couch arm while JJ sat on the cushioned part, the two of you sitting close together while you helped clean his wound.

“It hurts like shit,” JJ whinged, though you paid him no attention. You both knew that the only way he’d recover is if you continued cleaning up the cut before it got infected, no matter how small it could be considered to be.

“It’ll take a minute longer, and then it’s done,” you hummed, removing the cloth to examine the cut closer. You reached for a bandage to put on the cut, and you watched as JJ winced as it was put on. “There, finished.”

JJ stood up to take a look at the cut in the mirror, only to see it bandaged up. He smiled at his reflection, before turning to you. “Thanks, really. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Not really,” you shot him a smile back, getting up to put the rag away. “I just helped-”

You were cut off by a JJ shaped figure wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up, your feet leaving the floor.

“JJ!” you said, grinning as he twirled you around humorously, the pair of you laughing as the room became dizzier around you, and as your cheeks flushed pink ( both from the adrenaline and being in each other’s arms ), you realised just how much you liked JJ, genuinely.

And it seemed someone else was realising as well. Sarah Cameron was sat outside, shades perched on the top of her head, watching through the window with the rest of the pogues at the two of you, the grins on your face visible even through the distorted view.

“So are they-?” she asked, looking at the people around her. It was her first time meeting the pogues, and though they didn’t exactly meet eye to eye, they had at least one thing in common: they were all far too invested in the story that was yours and JJ’s love lives.

“Not yet,” Pope said, joining her to look at you both. “But we think pretty soon they will be.”

“They aren’t?” Sarah raised her eyebrows, turning to look at the pogues, who all nodded exasperatedly. She turned back, shaking her head. “Dear lord, you pogues are clearly as oblivious as you look.”

THREE. MIDSUMMERS

The only reason you were all dressed up that evening was because Kiara insisted that you had to come, or she would not attend. And so her parents ( rather unwillingly ) allowed their daughter to let her best friend come with her to the highly anticipated Midsummer’s Ball.

Kie had let you borrow one of her gowns, because you owned only one dress, and your cat had ripped the hem of it. It was light green and looked almost identical to her own, but you wore a simple green headband with yours as opposed to a flower crown.

You knew that JJ and Pope would also be at the ball, in a secret mission that the rest of you pogues had crafted out. Which is why you kept a look at the door no matter who you were talking to, perhaps hoping that you would see him walk through at any moment.

Kiara had left you alone to go and talk to her parents, and so you were by yourself, stuck on the outskirts of the dance floor with no one to talk to. You didn’t mind too much; you certainly didn’t want to talk to any fascist kooks, anyway.

“How the fuck are you here?” you heard a voice from behind you, and you turned around to see Rafe Cameron, kook royalty, standing beside you, drink in hand as he looked sceptically at you. “You’re no kook.”

“Guest of the Carreras,” you shrugged nonchalantly, turning you attention away from and back to the dance floor, not bothered to see his reaction.

“Yeah, well where’s your boyfriend at? You know, the one you’re never seen without?”

“Who- JJ?” you turned back around to look at him. Rafe was smirking: he’d clearly said it to get a reaction out of you. You mentally kicked yourself for letting him get to you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well, it’s you who made that assumption, not me,” Rafe raised his hands up in surrender, and winked at you, before walking away. You simply rolled your eyes. It was just Rafe being Rafe, right?

No more than ten minutes later, you spotted JJ with Rafe and his cronies. So that’s why Rafe had made that comment. Go figure.

You saw JJ run out, and you watched as he looked at you, indicating for you to join him. You looked at Kie, who nodded at you, before the two of you ran out after them. Kiara ran to Pope and you ran to JJ, his arms lifting you up as you reached him, laughing along with you.

“You look beau- nice. Really nice,” JJ said, almost as a throwaway comment, though you took it as something more.

“Thank you,” you smiled, trying to shrug off the heat that started to climb up your cheeks. “You do as well, the waistcoat suits you.”

“Oh really? You like my waiter disguise?” And just like that anything Rafe had said before was forgotten, the two of you were back to joking together as you normally would. But when you turned around to see Rafe mouthing ‘Told you’, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right about your feelings for each other.

CONFESSIONS

The bonfire light flickered on both of your skins as the two of you sat by the fire, close together, but not touching each other just yet.

You both kept sending looks at each other: little glances that could easily be misinterpreted as friendly looks, though you both knew now it was something more. You were ever so sure.

“Why’d you keep looking at me like that?” you asked him suddenly, breaking the silence between the two of you. If you didn’t have alcohol in your system, you may never have had the courage to ask him, but you were fed up of unanswered questions.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you were being bolder than usual, more abrasive, but you had to know if it was reciprocated.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong, because I don’t,” he said. He was being annoying, you were sure of it, having known him for so long.

“Quit playing, Maybank. What’s going on between us? Are we friends or are we more?”

Silence. No response. Your worst fears true, you looked in his eyes for an answer, but you got nothing. Then, you felt the space between you close. His lips on yours, you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

It was unexpected, but a good surprise, nonetheless. His lips felt soft; warm in comparison to your rather cold ones, and it felt nice. You had kissed boys before, though those kisses never mattered. This one did, this one felt right.

When you parted, you couldn’t help but laugh with him, at both of your obliviousnesses and at the fact that your first kiss was unexpected for at least one of you.

“More. Definitely more,” he laughed again, a warmth in his voice. His arm was now wrapped around your shoulder, and the two of you huddled closer together, as if the warmth exuded from the fire wouldn’t reach the both of you unless you were together. And as you looked around you, at the beach and more importantly at him, you were happy.

And if you had thought to look further into the distance behind the two of you, you would’ve seen a rather smug looking Kiara being handed $20 by John B, who couldn’t seem to care less about losing the money.

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[baestruly]

my i ask for shy!reader x jj where he saves her from kitty hawk?

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 )  jj maybank x fem!shy!reader

⤷ IN WHICH, jj saves you from kitty hawk

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - anxiety, fluff

a/n - i love this concept, ty for the request! tried to keep it as different from the actual scene with kiara as possible bc i hate when people write fics where ocs take peoples lines and don't have depth to their character at all if yk what i mean 

The minute you walked into that cabin, with what held about twenty or more girls was the day you would end it all.

Their eyes boring into yours as if you were a talking dog that just entered the room, as if there were a million things wrong with you even though you always told yourself there wasn’t.

But stuff like this━━it always got to you.

You couldn’t even meet any of their eyes anymore, not even daring to look just to see━━maybe, just maybe━━that one would be welcoming and have a smile on their face.

You would’ve never known. Your head lowers and your eyes stay glued to the wooden and cracked floorboards as snickers and whispers are too loud for this small room, as if they’re slowly consuming you and filling your ears and every thing in your bo━━

“This is (Y/N), everyone. I trust you will be nice to her.” The kitty hawk lady nodded to the girls giving them stern glances, having heard the snickers but doing nothing about it.

Thank you kitty hawk.

Slowly, you manage to look up to find an empty bunk at the back. But it was as if your legs weren’t able to move━━like you suddenly forgot how to walk, or as if one minuscule move would send the whole room into shits and giggles.

Maybe it was even worse that it was dead silent from the minute you started walking to that bunk, which felt like forever in only the span of ten seconds. You could hear the floorboards creak as you took slow steps forward, and it was just easier to hear your own thoughts overflowing and making your head pound.

You somehow remembered how to climb a stupid bunk and plopped yourself on it, wanting to stay small while realizing that thankfully, some girls went back to doing their own thing like making threaded bracelets or braiding each other's hair━━ y’know, summer camp stuff.

Also unfortunately that others were still staring.

Huffing, you picked at your fingers, remembering how your friends were probably expecting you to be on that plane━━and now, you were even farther from them then you were before, and the farthest once they flew to South America.

Realizing the tears that pricked your eyes, you stupidly wiped them away, ashamed to be emotional at a time like this. Miracles couldn’t happen, and this━━this was hell.

You weren’t able to sleep, also scared to turn for what you think is the fifteenth time for the night. You were scared the girls were going to think how pathetic you were and all whisper about you again━━even though a part of you knew they were all sound asleep. 

The faint snoring really told her that.

It wasn’t until a door opened━━shit. It must be a camp counsellor, checking to see if everyone was asleep!

This isn’t jail, (Y/N)!

You stayed as still as you possibly could because of course you had to be faced the way the door was. You didn’t even dare to squint to make sure because your heart was pounding. Everyone━━especially the workers━━who seemed super intimidating. You didn’t want to bring yourself upon another weird situation, or have any human interactions at all for the day. 

Screw that, you didn’t want any for the rest of your life.

Suddenly, you were getting confused if you were lucid dreaming, because a familiar voice is filling your ears and going straight to your heart as it leaped.

Like it always did.

“━━I’m just lookin’ for someone━━I’m lookin’ for, shit━━“

You knew that voice.

Opening your eyes from where you lay, there was JJ Maybank in all his glory, looking frantically around the room as girls slowly started waking up upon the unannounced teenager.

Holy━━miracles were true.

You didn’t care as you practically jumped from your bunk. “JJ!”

Your legs knew exactly what to do, as if you’d been in this exact situation before. Everyone’s eyes on you and JJ didn’t matter━━nothing fucking mattered but JJ. 

He was here. 

He came for you.

It’s as if you’re swirling as your stomach bubbles with that familiar feeling of giddiness in JJ’s usual presence once your arms lock around his neck, causing you to go on your tippy toes before he lifts you off the ground and spins you around. 

Nothing, if JJ was the world, he was it. You’d never felt safer than a place like this, because he had it all.

The happiness slowly settles down after the adrenaline from the excitement of the situation dies down, you realize how close you are to him.

Your best friend.

You had never been one to have close intimacy with others, and even though you were friends━━lately, it was if if you guys were stand off ish. You didn’t know if you needed some time, or if you were just denying your feelings because you absolutely hated the way he would make you get all stuttery and sweaty.

This was one of those times.

Your eyes are roaming everywhere but his as your heart is beating a million times per minute you can hear it in your ears.

Maybe JJ hears it too because he can’t suppress a chuckle. “Don’t go all shy on me again━━we’re havin’ a moment.” His whisper is husky and close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine while he runs his hand once up your back.

You were only getting closer and closer.

Your face must be on fire━━screw that, everything was━━because once he cups your face with his strong hand, the cold is shocking as you concentrate on his eyes. 

Closer…

His lips latch onto yours, sweetness filling your senses. Because you knew, this was where you wanted to be. You had been in his world but this━━this was heaven.

You were floating as he slowly backed away, not realizing you were practically melting against his strong hold to keep your body from literally collapsing.

Holy.

Your face goes hot again the minute screaming and cheers burst through the cabin, probably waking up every counsellor in a two mile radius. Hell━━maybe even the whole camp!

You didn’t even have time to process the whole thing as your heart was beating a million times per minute, JJ giving you a grin before he’s running frantically to get you out the door as he shushes all the screaming girls.

His hand latches between yours. Hot and cold, but it works. He’s been searching for you and your warm hands are the comfort in which he’s found you━━that he’s holding you again. 

And his cold hand is the shock of that moment seconds ago, a friendship frozen and cracked but to reveal something more. Something warm inside that was comforting and made you so flustered.

His cold hand cooled her down until the fresh summer breeze settled in of the night, as you and JJ ran through the camp laughing without a care in the world. All eyes could be on you but you didn’t care, because nothing else mattered.

Just JJ.

ty for reading!

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[obxone]

Girls' Night -> Pogues' Night

Unedited -- ~3k words. warning: light smut

All three of you let out a scream with the jump scare on the screen. You cling to one another as the horror movie progressed to become scarier the longer it went on. 

“Who picked this?!” You asked looking at either side of you. 

“Kiara did!” Sarah immediately defends herself leaning into you while clinging to your arm. Your legs curled up against Kiara’s while she hid behind your shoulder. Your throw blanket covered all three of you now as you sat as close as you possibly could. You slap your hand over your eyes when the monster rises from the dark depths of the water. Sarah shudders pressing her forehead to your upper arm. The shrill scream of terror from the movie and the heavy thud on your front door makes you all scream again. 

“Jesus, what was that?!” You ask, looking towards the hallway that leads down to the foyer. 

“I don’t know,” Sarah whispered pausing the movie and sitting up a little to see over you. Kiara presses back against you as another thud echos down the hallway.

“I’m not going by myself,” you say quickly. 

“Okay, we’ll all go,” Kie says throwing the blankets off of you. You stand heading down the hallway slowly, your arms stretched back, hands gripping each of your friends’ hands. As you creep down the hallway to the foyer another thud makes all three of you flinch. 

“What if it’s some killer that knows it’s just a bunch of girls home tonight,” Sarah whispers. 

“Not helping,” you grit out gripping tighter to their hands. You hoped they wouldn’t, but a small part of you feared they’d tuck tail and run leaving you to save yourself. 

“Boo!”

You all three screams and spin to see John B standing at the other end of the hallway with a flashlight under his chin. 

“Asshole!” Sarah screams as you all try to catch your breath. 

“You fucking suck!” You throw at JB and that’s when you hear the laughter on the other side of the front door. “Fucking assholes!” You yell unlocking and pulling it open to JJ and Pope both standing there with flashlights of their own. 

“We got you!” JJ coos stepping into the house after Pope. You frown at him before slapping the flashlight away once he points it at you. “Why are you watching a scary movie? It isn’t even Halloween Babe. It’s July."

You glance behind you to see the other two giving Pope and JB a hard time. You turn back to JJ who is grinning at you. His dimple is on full display, his favored red cap turned backward, and a mischief gleam in his eyes as he waits for more verbal reprimand. 

“You are going to regret that,” you say, crossing your arms over your waist. 

“Yeah?” He asks shutting the door and locking it back. 

“Oh yeah,” you return and spin on your heel headed away from him but he’s quicker and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you into the library off to the right of the foyer. 

“We’ll be right back guys!” He calls. 

“Real smooth!” Kie yells and you laugh knowing the accusatory tone behind her words, but JJ shuts the door and presses you against the wall beside the now-closed door. The library was dark and you could barely see anything. JJ was close enough that you could see his face and you bite back a smile. You were going to make him grovel. He steps closer, pressing you against the wall. His hands bracing on either side of your head. 

“Are you mad at me Cupcake?”

“Yes,” you say, trying to focus on an even tone and hard gaze. 

He smirks before brushing his nose against yours. His lips hovering just over yours. “Promise.”

“JJ,” you warn, but he laughs instead knowing just how to play you. He hovers a moment longer before he kisses you. You can’t help it and you give in kissing him back, your hand traveling up his torso to tangle in his hair as the other grabs his hips pulling him closer. He smirks into it before stepping back, a grin on his face. “Oh I see how it’s going to be tonight,” you say back sharply and he laughs, tossing his head back. “Sometimes you get under my skin JJ.”

You start to leave but he’s pulling you back into him and walking you back to the chaise lounge you usually spent time curled up in a reading when you didn’t have plans with anyone or he was working at the island club. The back of your knees hit the chaise and you lower down to sit on it. He reaches up and pulls his shirt off before he tosses it to the side. You appreciate the view of him, the shadows complimenting his muscled torso. He winks at you playfully before crawling on top of you. You lay back against the plus chaise as his body presses against yours. 

“We are not having sex in the library with our friends in the next room,” you whisper against his lips. Your heart pounded inside of your chest as he gives you that look that made you swoon on the daily. He cocks an eyebrow teasingly before kissing you again. You kiss him back, your hand diving back into his hair and the other dragging down his torso. He groans into your lips and his hands dive under your skirt. The kiss ends and his lips travel down as his fingers curl around your panties. “JJ,” you pant, gripping his shoulders as he works a mark into your neck. 

“I know Baby,” he coos before sliding your underwear down. Your eyes open and you lift your head once he begins to move down your body. With ease, he guides your legs over his shoulders. “Stay quiet Princess.”

You gape at him as he smirks proudly at you, you had made it oh so easy for him. He dips his face between your legs and a sharp gasp falls from your lips as he wastes no time. He begins to devour you. One hand against your stomach as the other slips between your legs to touch you. Before long your hand dives into the hair at the back of his head urging him for more and the other pulls the throw pillow to mask your cries of pleasure as he does exactly what you need. 

His mouth works magic on your clit as two of his fingers sink into you. You buck against him, urging for more as you moan into the pillow. 

“Fuck JJ!” You hiss as he hits the sweet spot inside of you. His fingers curl against it as he laps at you eagerly. You shudder, legs struggling to not clamp around his head. He knew his way around your body and he never wasted time giving you exactly what you needed and desperately wanted. 

It doesn’t take nearly as long before your a cresting over the edge and he takes every bit of it until you are shaking with overstimulation. He makes it looks so easy before he sits back on his heels staring at you sprawled on the chair, hair sticking to your face and neck. A hot blush colors your cheeks. 

“I had to have my dessert.”

You shake your head, unable to admonish him because you had fully enjoyed his attention. He guides your underwear back up before he lays next to you. His head propped up in his hand as he stares down at you. You bite your lip and glance at the door, but it’s still shut and the hallway is quiet. 

“We could send the others home,” he says and you laugh before looking back at him. 

“We can’t. I promised a girls' night.”

He pouts childishly making you giggle before pecking his lips. 

“We should get out there before they think you are fucking me senseless.”

“Oh Baby, they already know.”

You blush hotter making him laugh. 

“You weren’t exactly quiet even with the throw pillow,” he states proudly lifting the pillow you had used and tossing it back up to its original placement. You drag your hand down his abs to the top of his shorts. 

“Stay the night and I’ll return the favor soon.”

He leans in kissing you deeply before rolling away and getting up. He pulls his shirt back on before helping you stand and watches as you adjust your skirt and hair. 

“Look decent?”

“Beautiful as ever.”

You both enter the kitchen where the guys are devouring the snacks you had made earlier in the day. Everyone turns to you both and they start cheering loudly. A hot blush colors your face and JJ lifts his arms in victory. 

“Screw you all,” you mutter grabbing a bottle of water and taking a seat on the stool by Kie. JJ high-fives both Pope and JB before winking at you. You shake your head and join everyone in snacking. “Different movie?”

“Yes please,” both Kie and Sarah echo to one another. You laugh before turning to the girls. “Should we allow them to join us for girls’ night?”

“To pogue night,” Kie grins lifting her glass. 

“To pogue night!” You all cheer together. 

— — — —

The next morning you wake up first to JJ asleep on your stomach, his hands tucked under you on the sectional. The rings he always wore pressed marks into the soft skin of your back, but you didn’t mind. It was another mark he was leaving on you. John B and Sarah curled up together on the other half of the sectional. You tip your head to see Kiara and Pope together under one blanket on the floor. Foreheads nearly touching from how close to one another they are. You brush your hand through his hair and smile before letting your hand slip down the back of his neck and between his shoulders.

“Babe,” he grumbles snuggling into you. You giggle before glancing at the others who stay asleep. 

“If you get up we could shower together,” you tease. He lifts his head blinking the sleep out of his eyes to look at you. You grin at him. “But you have to be quiet.”

“I wasn’t the one practically screaming my name last night was I?” He quips and you blush hot looking away making him laugh before his lips smash against your cheek. “You look, beautiful Baby.”

You get to your feet and grab his hand leading him upstairs to your bathroom. He stays close to you. His hands constantly touch you as the drowsiness lingers. Once the shower water is warm and you have enough towels on the warmer you begin to undress. He watches you, bottom lip between his teeth until you clear your throat. He snaps out of it and follows suit removing his clothes before you both slip into the shower. He shuts the door as you step under the spray. His hands immediately find your body as he backs you into the wall. Your fingers wrap around his shark tooth necklace and you pull him closer before you kiss him.

Morning sex with JJ had always been one of the better perks of him crashing over when he needed it. His fingers dig into your hips as you press every inch of yourself that you could against him. 

“I need you,” he moans into the kiss. His hands drag down your hips across your butt and down to the back of your thighs. You jump as he lifts you. Your legs wrap around him as he guides himself into you. You gasp, head tipping back as he slips every inch of himself into you. 

“Fuck!” He hisses, forehead pressed to yours as your pants mix and the water rains down over you both. 

“Move JJ, please,” you beg and he flashes a smile before pulling almost out and then sliding back in. “That’s it, Baby,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, hand tangling in the hair at the back of his head as you kiss each other greedily. He picks up the pace, enjoying every sound that falls from your lips. His lips brush down your throat as your head falls back against the shower wall. He sucks on the mark he had left last night, darkening the color and bringing the tenderness back to the surface. Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hips snap into yours, one hand falling between as he presses his thumb against your clit. You moan his name louder and he quickly circles your clit bringing you closer to the edge. His thrusts turn sloppy as your walls squeeze him. You orgasm much quicker thanks you had planned and he’s not far behind. His head dropped allowing him to bury his face in your neck. You hum in appreciation and bliss as he slowly lets you go and you lean against the wall. Your legs are like jello as he steps back under the spray. He reaches for you pulling you with him. 

“Good morning,” he says, his voice husky with sleep and sex before he kisses you. The kiss ends and you stare up at him. Your finger tracing the proud smirk painted on his face. 

After the shower and getting dressed you make it back downstairs to see the others awake, but barely moving. You touch Sarah’s head as she lies on the couch. 

“You two are like rabbits,” Pope mutters in slight disgust making you laugh and lean back into JJ’s body. His arms fold around you, his chin resting on your head. 

“Make sure you are using protection,” John B mutters sleepily as Sarah rests on his chest still. “We don’t need any mini Pogues right now.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you,” you say and Sarah blushes looking away from everyone. “That’s what I thought,” you sass and JJ squeezes you, pride surging through him. 

“One day though, there will be mini Pogues,” he adds and you blush looking at him. He winks before pecking the tip of your nose. 

“One day far in the future,” you agree and glance at the mess of bedding that is everywhere. “Let’s clean up, have some food, and maybe go surfing…”

“That’s more like it,” Pope says sitting up. Kie shifts to sit up as well. The shared blanket between them fell to their laps. 

“Did you two have fun cuddling?” You ask jerking your chin at them. JJ makes an ooh noise as Sarah makes a kissing noise. 

“Real mature,” Kiara mutters before getting to her feet and heading toward the kitchen. You laugh before pecking JJ’s lips and starting to slip out of his arms.

“Clean the living room and I’ll start brekkie.”

He lets you go and you follow Kiara. You enter the kitchen to her throwing things in the trash. 

“You okay?” You ask leaning back against the island. She turns to you. 

“Yeah.”

Her tone is clipped and it makes you a little concerned.

“Kie? You can talk to me.”

She turns, her hands hanging by her side but then she is running them through her messy curls. “I like him, but I don’t know how to go about it.”

“Ah,” you say and join her cleaning now that you know you hadn’t overstepped. “If it’s any consolation I think he likes you too.”

“Thanks,” she says taking the pile of trash from you. “I got this, you start breakfast.”

“Okay,” you agree and begin to pull things out of the fridge. 

“Like we’ve had moments, but nothing has happened.” She says, before hopping on the now cleaned counter after she wipes it down. You focus on the cinnamon rolls and bacon as she continues. “Last night was one. We were so close, but then he reversed quickly.”

“You’re going to have to make the first move Babe,” you say offering her the icing ingredients to mix. She takes it and begins to stir. “You could do it after breakfast once we all split up to get our beach gear.”

She nods, lifting the spoon to taste test. She grins. “God I love these.”

“It’s why I’m making them,” you say patting her leg. “Only the best for my greatest friends.”

“What’s up?” Sarah asks entering the kitchen. You glance at her before going back to sheeting the cinnamon rolls you had prepped the day before. 

“Flip the bacon Sarah,” you instruct and she does. 

“Pope and I,” Kie says after you and Sarah smirk at her. You put the rolls in the oven before glancing as the guys file into the kitchen. You hop on the counter and JJ backs up to fits himself between your legs while facing out towards the kitchen. You drape your arms over his shoulders while he busies himself dragging his fingers up and down your calves making you shiver. John B takes a stool while Sarah finishes up the bacon and Pope leans against the counter beside Kiara. 

“Your cinnamon rolls are the bomb,” John B confesses, his gaze on you. You grin proudly. 

“I don’t get to make them enough so thank you for appreciating them.”

“I could eat my weight in them,” Kie confesses and you laugh. 

“I may have done that before,” you also confess making the others laugh. “Once we eat are we heading to the beach?”

“Yes!” John B grins clasping his hands. “A whole day surfing.”

#outer banks #obx #obx smut #outer banks smut #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #obx jj x reader #outer banks jj x reader #obx jj maybank #outer banks jj maybank #outer banks fic

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Moonlit Alliances CH2

JJ takes a deep swig from his bottle, the bitter tang of beer mingling with the salty air of the marsh. He leans heavily against the wooden railing, eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun is just beginning to peek above the earth, heralding the dawn of a new day. In a few short hours, he will be leaving the familiar confines of Outer Banks, embarking on a two-day journey across the country to California.

The thought alone is enough to send a shiver down his spine. To say he isn’t frightened would be a lie. The idea of adventure calls to him — the promise of hidden treasures, the mystery of werewolves, the thrill of protecting his friends, and the intoxicating rush of adrenaline. Yet, amidst the excitement, a part of him yearns to remain, to cling to the safety and comfort of home.

His friends are his anchor, his constant in a sea of chaos. The thought of losing them is unbearable. They’re always dancing on the edge, and JJ feels the constant pressure to keep them safe. It’s like he’s the only thing standing between his friends and a world full of threats. But even with his tough exterior, JJ knows he can’t be everywhere at once; danger has a way of popping up when you least expect it. High school was a battle he barely made it through, so the idea of tackling college? That’s a whole new level of game. He’s painfully aware of his own struggles, and the last thing he wants is to be the new guy in town, fumbling around while everyone watches and whispers. It’s enough to make anyone nervous.

Lost in his thoughts, JJ barely registers the gentle pressure of arms encircling his waist from behind. He turns within Kiara’s embrace, their lips meeting in a kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. A smile graces his features, a silent testament to the depth of his love for her.

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[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Best of Friends

This drawing came from a scene I thought I saw in a Land Before Time movie/episode. I went to look for the scene I swear I saw, but to no avail for the longest time. Until just this December, I saw a post on Reddit about someone's headcanon that the Guard didn't stay at the Tree of Life with Kion, someone responded with a link to this clip. Lo and behold, the scene exists, let alone the commenter and I just thinking very alike. A godsend really. But anyway since Kion's Guard has always given me TLBT vibes (no doubt Ford Riley and other producers of the show brought some elements over to TLG), I got this idea of Kion and his friends going their separate ways for the 7th anniversary of TLG's first episode. I thought it would be a good aftermath of the events after Season 3 and something for their adult counterparts to do. I felt that a bittersweet departure would add more depth to this happy-go-lucky team of kids. The later seasons of TLG really almost went this deep. Had there been a Season 4, I could totally see something like this happening. As for the separate ways they're going, Bunga ventures with Binga to seek all the thrills that await them across the continent, Fuli and Azaad race wherever their paws take them, Beshte assumes his father's position as creator of the hippo lanes at Pride Rock, and continues to make many friends along the way, Ono becomes the Tree of Life's ambassador to the Pridelands, and Anga is preparing to become Kiara's majordomo once the lioness becomes queen.

I was contemplating drawing Makini, but ultimately decided against it out of not only exhaustion and not immediately having an aged-up design for her on-hand, but because she's not leaving the Tree of Life. Though... she would owe a hug to those who are leaving the Tree of Life since she made good friends with everyone, so I suppose it would've made sense 🤷‍♀️

Happy belated 7 Years to The Lion Guard!

(EDIT: Now with Kion’s regal marking!)

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[whyareyouhere66]

JJ Maybank x Male Reader - Safe With Me

JJ Maybank x Male !kook! Reader

Request [shortened, it was very in depth and I don’t want to spoil too much] : “male reader is a popular kook…and best friends with Sarah and Kie…and he has a rough family they are super rich but his dad doesn't like him to being gay…also JJ and the reader act like a couple and they like each other but don’t realize it cause they like what they got…[main event you’ll have to read]…then they make it official.”

CW: hurt/comfort, homophobia/homophobic family, the slightest mentions of drinking, kinda cheesy towards the end, y/n’s dad sucks

x

Love;

[noun]

An intense feeling of deep affection

“Y’think we can make a quick pit stop before we go and do, well, whatever this is?”

The voice woke Y/n up before the sun even could, though his eyes were still close to shutting. It was Pope’s voice, of course- his sarcasm leaking through his words.

On the couch, Y/n had one arm stretched out next to his face to act as a pillow, shielding his eyes from the early morning sun just enough for him to not be blinded. 

A few feet behind the couch, Pope walked over to the small round table where John B sat with Sarah. Papers were scattered across the wooden surface, the girl’s feet propped up on the edge. 

“Eh, sure why not- hey, pass me a beer, will you?” John B said, nodding towards the fridge behind Pope’s chair. 

“It’s 7 in the morning.”

“Oh c’mon, never too early to get a little drink.”

Pope rolled his eyes, but sure enough got up again to open the fridge.

The sound of a can being tossed, and the rattle of the fridge door closing made Y/n groan. He just wanted to sleep, he was comfortable on the lumpy couch with JJ’s warmth beside him. 

The night before they’d fallen asleep side by side, nothing new for either of them. JJ’s head was settled just below Y/n’s arm-pillow, just slightly pressed against his chest while their legs overlapped. When the sound continued on, his friends still talking across the room, he shifted in his spot and let his free arm fall on JJ’s shoulders.

Y/n would’ve smiled at the sight of the blonde settled so close to him, but the voices that rang out behind him were so loud. 

He just wanted to go back to sleep-

“Aw, did we interrupt your sleep?” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed.

 ‘Wonderful’

Sarah was grinning at him, seeing how his face had changed. 

“Let’s go, up and at ‘em.” John B joined right in, drumming on the table just loud enough to force Y/n’s eyes open, and stir JJ just a bit.

It was then when the sun finally hit him, groaning again and rubbing his eyes. “You guys are so loud.” Y/n complained, lifting his head and looking around the room. 

Kiara lay sprawled out on the arm chair across from the couch, rubbing her eyes and glaring at Pope and John B. “Seriously guys? This early?” She asked  sleepily, falling against the chair again. 

It was clear the other 3 couldn’t care less, Pope ignoring the sleeping teens while John b and Sarah were getting up from the table to bug them some more. 

The blonde girl walked to the chair, standing over Kie and grinning widely. Back at the couch, John B walked past the half asleep pair, drummed against their legs once, before looping around back to the kitchen.

The slaps to their calves caused both Y/n and JJ to jerk, the latter doing so more loudly as he was only then waking up. 

“What the fuck dude.” he grumbled, shoving his face back against the couch while Y/n rolled over onto his back. 

At that point, all 6 of them were awake- whether it be willingly or not. It was simply a part of the Chateau’s morning routine, something you sign up for when falling asleep at John B’s. The alarm would be just as obnoxious as the host. 

Y/n pressed the heel of his free hand into his eyes, hiding them from the sun. The other arm was still stuck under JJ’s neck. “What time is it?” He asked, to which Pope responded.

“7:32.”

 Y/n groaned. 

“Shit,” he mumbled, clumsily sitting up from his spot on the couch. 

“Pops’ll be mad?” JJ sighed sarcastically, and watched Y/n’s figure as the boy stumbled off the couch to grab his shoes. 

“Don’t leave me man-“ he gasped out dramatically, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile. Reaching over the couch, he ruffled the blonde hair on JJ’s head.

“Oh, this is heartbreaking.” Kie faked a frown and put a hand over her heart.

 The two boys had always been close, everyone knew that. They each cared for each other in a way that neither could truly describe, any words used felt wrong, or perhaps too soon for them to say. 

So they didn’t try the words, they stuck to their bond even if it got them the “idiot-boyfriends-who-aren’t-even-boyfriends” label in the group.

Y/n himself felt the smile growing, opening the door that lead out to the porch.

“Bye, JJ” he called jokingly, getting a “bye Y/n” right back, the words holding the same tone that his had. 

It wasn’t until he was entirely out of the house that he let his mind wander, only having 10 minutes time before his car would reach his drive way- where the smile he wore would disappear. 

****

Greed; 

[noun]

Intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth, power, or food.

A day had passed since Y/n unfortunately had to leave the Chateau early, and it wouldn’t be long before he was back in the car with his closest friends, with JJ.

The h/c teen sat on his scratchy, leather couch- it’s black color popping out against the light walls. 

He sat there, leaned against the armrest scrolling through his phone as he waited for the Pogues to come and pick up him and Sarah. Across the room, his father- D/n L/n sat at the dining room table.

The man’s face was very stern, lips formed into a  thin line as he stared holes into his computer screen. A few papers were in a pile, his hand resting on top - the focus leaking from his eyes leaving no breathing room, no space for him or Y/n to talk. 

The latter looked up from his phone, glancing at the stairs where Sarah left for the bathroom 5-ish minutes ago. The sooner she came down, the sooner he’d have an excuse to leave the room. 

Slowly, he let his gaze wander. 

It shifted from the long staircase, over the walls until it was set on the man at the table. His eyes narrowed.

Greed and love. 

It was a relationship never fit to work, though it can still find itself intertwined into bloodline. Two opposing forces sitting on the same branch of the family tree, living in the same house. One on the couch, one at the table. 

Y/n always preferred to differentiate himself from greed.

Being born a Kook, he accepted his privilege. But he saw what greed looked like, he lived with it. And he knew, from the nasty snarl worn on his father’s skin, that it was something he never wanted to be.

The boy stared at his father until the edges of his vision began to dance. So, he looked away, eyes going back to his phone screen. He didn’t want to think about it anymore than he had to. 

The time read 12:09, him and Sarah were to get picked up at 12:15. Y/n stood up, tucking his phone into his pocket so while Sarah took her time upstairs, he could at least get some of the stuff he needed. 

Starting with his keys, he grabbed them from the coffee table and stuck them into his pocket. He moved towards the fridge next- but the noise that had come from his key chain caught his fathers attention. 

“Going somewhere?” D/n asked, just as Y/n had opened the fridge door. 

“…yeah.” The h/c looked straight forward, the blue-ish light flooding his face as he grabbed a water bottle. 

“And where would that be?” 

Y/n’s father hadn’t looked away from his work, though Y/n couldn’t tell either way as he was staring straight into the fridges’s shelves.

“Just out, nothing special.”

He  eventually had to draw away from the fridge where he’d been hiding. The silver door closed after him, and Y/n turned to see his father looking right at him. 

“Just you and Sarah?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow and resting his elbow on the back of his chair. 

Y/n’s face faltered. He knew who his father was referencing, what he was getting at. 

“No” he thought, saying it in his head over and over until maybe, he could say it out loud.

“Doesn’t matter.”

…or not. 

Admittedly, he didn’t want his father to know. He selfishly wanted his friends to be his own thing- because when his father even caught sight of them, it would become a disruption. 

D/n had the belief that Kooks and Pogues shouldn’t interact unless absolutely necessary- he was just “too good” for them, after all. He worked so life ran on his own personal railroad, and Y/n’s friends were nothing but roadblocks. 

“Oh, but I think it does.” D/n narrowed his eyes at his son, who looked away with his head tilted towards the floor. Y/n fidgeted with the bottle in his hands- his father was onto him. They each had one specific boy in mind at that current moment, and by the look in each others eyes, they each knew it.

“Hey! Sorry about that, Wheezie called me.”

 Sarah landed on the last step just as Y/n was released in from his father’s stare. She looked up from her phone, not catching how D/n had to adjust to return to his computer screen. 

Y/n quickly walked to her, giving her a smile when she quirked her eyebrow. 

“Hey, took you long enough.” He joked, sitting back on the couch. Sarah rolled her eyes and shrugged. 

“Just say you missed me, it takes less time.” She says, plopping down onto the chair. 

Y/n laughed, letting his shoulders relax as Sarah had joined him in the room. He opened his mouth to reply, fire some sort of comeback, but a small ding came from his phone.

‘We’re here, hurry up JJ’s about to rob your neighbor.’

The text came from Kie. Y/n peered over his phone and caught a glimpse of her car outside the window, catching a small smile on his face. Sarah followed his eyes and saw the car, grinning and nodding at the boy to get up. 

Sparing one last glance to his father, Y/n followed Sarah out the door. 

“Hey hey!” 

As soon as Y/n stepped foot outside his door, JJ was jumping right out of the parked car- of course. With a grin, Y/n hopped down the stairs and jogged to meet him in the middle.

“What’s up JJ-“ he said, his voice almost giddy, and he wrapped his arms around him. There was a slight slap on his back as JJ hugged him back, and a tickle in his neck as that’s where JJ buried his nose. 

“Waiting for you, I was about to hop the fence and visit old Richie over there-“ JJ’s voice turned breathy at the end of the sentence, spinning on his heel and bringing the boy in his arms right with him. Y/n’s eyes widened, and a laugh rumbled from his throat. His arms tightened around the boy, securing himself when his feet left the ground. 

“Holy shit dude-“

“JJ, put him down.” John B sounded tired, managing no more than an eye roll when JJ only laughed. Though, he did drop Y/n onto the sidewalk right next to him. The boy, with his feet finally planted on the ground, patted the back of the blondes back.

“C’mon, let’s head out-“

“Y/n.” 

The deep voice sent chills down the teen’s spines, each of them recognizing who it was. The joyful feeling that tainted the air only seconds ago suddenly faded into tension.  Y/n himself was forced to hesitantly turn, and meet his fathers cold eyes. 

“Come here.” The glare that emitted off D/n’s stern figure made his son shudder- the boy really just wanted to leave. 

“Dad, we’re going somewhere-“ 

“I thought we talked about this?” One eyebrow raised, turning D/n’s face into one of judgement. Y/n swallowed.

“I mean, there was never really an agreement, so-“

The next look that came from D/n was one of warning. 

A small lump formed in Y/n’s throat, swallowing it down and air huffed from his nose. 

“Mr. L/n, we were really just-“ Kiara, bold as always, tried and failed to reassure her friends father. Her words got cut off before she could even finish, the deep voice replacing them. “No, no I know. And it’s not happening.” 

Y/n felt his skin itch, why was his father doing this in front of his friends?  Before he would go out of his way to avoid them, but now he talked freely. Y/n’s eyes flickered to the car, having half a mind to run and jump into the back seat before another word could spill. 

“Dad-“

“Y/n, look at the neighbors,” his fathers voice rose, “their son is your age, what about that?” He gestured towards the large, nearly identical house across the garden. His other hand gripped the door handle tightly, as if he was prepared to storm back inside at any moment. 

The group tensed, they knew what his father meant, even if he hadn’t said it directly. Though while John B and Pope bit their tongue, Kiara stepped forward with a deadly glare imprinted onto her face. 

“What are you implying?” She asked, clearly having taken offense. Y/n looked at her, battling with himself in his head as to whether or not he should stop her. John B’s hand landed on her shoulder, urging her to step back.

Y/n’s eyes are torn away when he suddenly felt the familiar warmth of JJ’s hand grabbing his. His eyes widen. 

“Shit.”

He nearly pulled away, but something made him stay, something in him wanted to. Though the second his fathers cold stare landed on their tangled fingers, he questioned that decision. 

JJ glared harshly at Y/n’s father- but no words fell, as he still was trying to decide if he should say anything at all. But in that moment, it was better that he didn’t.

Y/n was frozen in his place, head tilted down to stare at his hand and JJ’s, too scared to look up. 

“And what’s this, huh?”

‘No.’

“Are we still on this, are you serious?”

The words tugged the strings of Y/n’s heart, hearing such words from his own father, being watched by all his friends, by the boy he could only secretly love. He glared at the ground, shaking his head. 

“It’s-“

“You just-“ D/n turned, facing the wooden frame of the door and rubbing his eyes, “this is not how I wanted to raise you.”

The words ran Y/n’s throat dry, like a river drowned into soil by hot sun. JJ felt the way his hand tightened, heard the shaky sigh that escaped him.

Kiara, once more, stepped forward boldly. “You can’t say that to him!” She rasped, eyebrows pulled into a deep furrow. JJ too found his voice quickly, barking out a “hey!” 

“Mr L/n,” Sarah’s whisper barely scraped past the lump in her throat, only heard by her boyfriend. 

As Y/n stood there on his own walkway, all the words of his friends fizzled against his ears in an echo. He stared at the ground until he became dizzy, nothing but his fathers voice reaching past his ears. 

He didn’t want to fit his fathers description. But it still hurt. 

He snapped out of the daze when JJ began moving, their joined hands swaying. 

“The fuck is your problem, man?” JJ’s voice was heavy with anger, challenging D/n with his voice. Y/n’s eyes darted to JJ’s face.

“Excuse me, young man?” The authority that rattled from Y/n’s father would’ve made anyone else back away, but JJ only seemed to move closer. Y/n watched on with wide eyes. 

“JJ,” he tried, suddenly becoming aware of what exactly was happening right next to him. 

“You talk to him like that then wonder why he likes hanging with us? Man you must be joking-“ the blonde seethes. 

“Do not talk to me like that,”

“You’re a real piece of shit.” 

John B pulled JJ back, giving him a stern look. Pope, backing towards the car, mouthed at him to shut up. 

Y/n’s heart pounded, staring only at JJ. What was he doing?

D/n’s head snapped to his son’s.

“If this is how you’re going to be, dont try coming home.”

Y/n reeled back, shocked. JJ stomped forward. 

“Good, he’ll stay with me. You’re only helping me here, man.” 

It got quiet for a moment after that. 

Angrily, Y/n’s father looked at him expectantly, telling him to choose with nothing more than his eyes.

Y/n’s lips were parted, staring right back at his father for the first time that whole argument. JJ’s arm snakes around his shoulder.

“He’ll be safe with me.”

Those last words are what settled it for Y/n, the only thing he needed to hear before he knew. He knew exactly what, who, he wanted. 

Wordlessly, he turned away from his father and pulled JJ into a tight hug. No hesitation followed as JJ pulled him even closer. 

Behind them, the door slammed shut, and Y/n knew that was it. Yet for just a moment, when JJ pulled away and held his face in his hands, he pushed the thought away. 

“I promise.” The blonde whispered with a small smile . Y/n smiled back, unable to stop himself for he knew what he truly meant by those words. 

The smile broke into a sniffle and a chuckle, feeling Kiara attacking him from behind with a strong hug. Sarah followed.

“Fuck, guys, I don’t know what to do now-“ he kept the smile through his teary eyes. 

“We’ll figure it out, man.” Pope told him from the car. “We always do.”

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[cloveswifey]

Other Woman

Parings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Swearing, crying, Annoying Kiara, pleading, begging, use of ‘I love you’.

Type: Angst ~ fluffish

Words: 0.7

JJ and Y/n’s love story was a classic tale of two people who found each other in the most unexpected place and fell in love. They shared a strong bond, built on trust, respect, and honesty. They had been dating for a year, and their relationship was going strong.

JJ and Y/n were both hardworking individuals. Y/n, was a successful marketing executive at a prestigious firm. Even though their busy schedules kept them apart for most of the day, they always made it a point to spend quality time together.

One day, I came home from work earlier than usual. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with JJ, but what I saw broke my heart into pieces. JJ was kissing Kiara in their living room, and it was clear that they had been at it for a while.

The sight of JJ with another woman left me in shock. I didn't know what to do or say. I just stood there, staring at JJ and Kiara, their hands wrapped around each other. JJ was the first to realize that I was there. He immediately pulled away from Kiara and took a step back, his eyes wide with shock.

“What the fuck.” I mumble.

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like." JJ stammered, but I didn't believe him. I was hurt, angry, and in disbelief that the person I loved could do this to me.

"Really? So, what is it then? You were just having a friendly make-out session with Kiara in our living room?" I lashed out, the hurt and anger boiling inside of me.

JJ tried to explain that it was a mistake that he didn't mean to hurt her, but I was having none of it. I stormed out of the apartment, not wanting to hear JJ's explanations.

JJ Pov

One afternoon, Y/N had left for work as usual and I had decided to spend the day working from home. As I was typing on my laptop, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Kiara standing there looking upset.

"What's wrong, Kiara?" I asked concerned.

Without hesitating, Kiara burst into tears and confessed her love to me. She told me that she had been hiding her feelings for me for a long time and couldn't keep them to herself any longer.

I was surprised by her confession, I have a girlfriend that I love very much.

Kiara suddenly kissed me; passionately and I found myself lost in her embrace. It was as if time stood still as we shared this moment. However, our kiss was cut short when we heard the sound y/n.

“What the fuck.”

"Y/n, it's not what it looks like." I stammered, I love y/n way too much for her to leave.

"Really? So, what is it then? You were just having a friendly make-out session with Kiara in our living room?" Y/n lashed out, the hurt and anger boiling inside her. "I can't believe this is happening," she said quietly.

Kiara apologized to Y/N, saying that she didn't mean to hurt her.

“If you were sorry you wouldn’t of kissed him.” Y/n scoffed, leaving the apartment.

Y/N realized the depth of JJ's remorse when he showed up at her doorstep, pleading and begging her to take him back.

"She kissed me, I swear," JJ pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"JJ, you kissed her back," Y/N sighed, her face twisted with a frown.

"I didn't know what I was doing. It just happened. I know it seemed like we were at it for ages but it was only five seconds tops. The second I realized she kissed me, I pulled away," JJ cried. "Please, baby. I love you."

It took some time for Y/n to trust JJ fully again, but with time, they were able to overcome this rough patch in their relationship. They worked on their communication, made time for each other, and promised to always be open and honest with each other.

In the end, JJ and Y/n's relationship became stronger and more resilient because of what they went through. They learned that mistakes happen, but if they love each other enough, they can overcome them.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Just The Way You Are

TW: mentions of issues with body image. Mentions of eating disorders. Language. Soft smut. Angst.

SUMMARY: Pope reassures you of his desire for you, despite your dwindling self-confidence.

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

I don’t have any plot ideas specifically but we need a Pope body positivity fic too! If I come up with any ideas for a plot I’ll send it but as of now I don’t have any idea

Just The Way You Are

No matter the confidence you held, you couldn't help but compare yourself to them. Kiara and Sarah were flawless in comparison to the negative reflection you saw of yourself. To worsen these insecurities came the way that their boyfriend's analyzed them as the masterpieces they were. Even with sea salt soaked hair and skin pruned from hours in the water, JJ looked to Kie in the same lustful carnality that John B had to Sarah. It was the lack of your own boyfriend's interest that activated the gravity to your tears. You managed to keep them at bay long enough to make it to shore, leaving behind any attempt to assist, before moving into the bathroom of The Chateau. 

The image before you was anything but what you wanted, understanding why Pope preferred his book over the way you looked in the one piece you'd optioned for on this day on the HMS Pogue. Your cheeks were streaked as you pulled white knuckles to the rim of the sink, just wondering how easily you could alter this. Your dominant hand tempting you with the beckoning to those two fingers that could offer a slight slimmer appearance. Just to look like one of them and be wanted in the same way, even if only for five minutes. 

Five minutes also happened to be the time it took Pope to knock on the outside of the door. 

"Are you okay, baby?" His tone made your skin chill as you found comfort in the contrast of your current pain. But the more you thought of him, the words your guilt became. 

He deserved someone better. He deserved someone skinner. 

These thoughts played on broadcast across your mind as you glared at your appearance. If the way your hair had fallen flat was not enough, then the way no towel could hide how ugly your thoughts made you think of yourself, had been the final reason you remained in place. Completely unable to move from the trauma of these intrusive thoughts, the door was tried again. 

Just one finger and you could be one step closer to that figure you wanted. Just one-

The door came open with Pope in awe. But not in the way his friends had been of their girlfriends. In sadness as he recognized your melancholic existence. He was perceptive enough to know it prior to now, but unaware of the depth of its extent as you trembled and fell into the porcelain basin as he closed the door behind him before moving to you. 

Even if had also been the same source of your pain, his embrace was also the palace in which you felt safest. And even if it wouldn't silence those thoughts, it would quiet them enough to remember his care for you. 

"Baby, what is it?" He asked, half understanding but not wanting to voice it in case he was incorrect. 

"It's stupid..."

"Anything that makes you cry isn't stupid...." He explained with your face between his hands, worry across his face and your worth behind his eyes. 

"It's...immature and-"

"You realize I've been subjected to JJ since-" But your expression interrupted his attempt to joke. With this transition came the rise of your hands to within his own to garner your focus. 

"Talk to me. You know you can about anything..." You hesitated, a sense of bravery developed beneath your apprehension. 

"You don't look at me..." The words came out in half the volume you'd tried for. 

"I don't...baby, I have to stop myself from staring at you..." But the sweetness behind these words were hollow to the point you were trying to make. 

"Not like JJ does to Kie...or John B does to Sarah..."

"I don't...I don't understand..." You breathed deeply in frustration. 

"Just...forget it...I'm just...just forget it..." You spoke in disregard, not anger, as you tried to push past him. But he caught your arm and made you face him again. 

"You think I don't want you?" Your eyes fell away from his as you could hear the anger in his tone. It was rare that he exhibited anything aside from contentment. Almost a stoic to some degree, he only exercised such emotion with great passion. Which is what worried you as this was directed to you in a way that sounds synonymous to annoyance, not desire. 

"I suppose they have better willpower than I do..." Your eyes narrowed in confusion. "Because they can stare at the woman they live without needing to touch them. Because everytime I look at you, I have to..." He cocked his jaw, taking a step closer, and pinning you into the door. 

"I have to stop myself from them witnessing what you do to me..." Before he needed to explain, you could feel his shaft hardened at your stomach. The trunks failing to conceal him as he was shameless to exhibit this. 

"I have to distract myself from how beautiful you are...and even then, I find myself rereading the same page over and over again." He scoffed again. 

"Do you notice it's taken me all summer to read the same chapter? The same page in the same chapter of the same book?" You hesitated, eyes falling away as you recalled this to be truth. 

"I have to stop myself from pinning you down and adoring every inch of you...Every second...of every day...and days like today are problematic because of how much of your beauty I can see..." He explained as his fingers traced down your breasts, over the suit, and down to the line of your bikini region. Your body shuddering to the comfort and thrill his touch left behind. 

"But I'm too..."

"Just say it..."

"My thighs crush you, Pope...whenever we..." He almost smirked but his lips pulled to a clench instead. 

"I love how you feel wrapped around me. These thighs..." His fingers traced the skin he spoke of, a natural part made as his knee divided them and pulled your leg into a bend at his hip. 

"Your hands..." He carried his fingers to intertwine with your own. 

"Your mouth..." His thumb brushed your bottom lip. 

"Your tongue..." He delivered a passionate French kiss that was slow enough to bask. His taste, his tenderness, and his desire felt to the point of his withdrawal. 

"Pope..."

"If I looked at you like they did to their girlfriends, they'd know all the things you let me do to you...all the things I love to..." Your lips parted in evidence of your labored breathing. 

"And I want to save that for me..." Before you could respond, his fingers rubbed at your folds from between your suit. The friction only worsened the taunt as your touch embedded into his shoulders. 

"Those little whines, too...All mine..." He breathed against your neck. 

"But you've been torturing me all day...and I think I've earned a bit of retribution for that..." He untied the knot at the center of your back as it came down just beyond your breasts. A soft hand taking hold of the weight as he pulled it just high enough to meet his lips. A through suck making you whine as his dominant fingers continued at your sex. 

"I love how wet I can make you, baby..."

"Pope..." You gasped to the slip of his fingers now into your suit, your naked clit found by the pad of his middle finger. 

"I need you to be quiet for me though..." You bit your bottom lip as he extended a second finger inside of you. 

"Need to get you ready for me..." 

"I am..." You rasped as he smirked from your nipple back to your lips. 

"Not for how hard I'm going to take you against that sink..." He pulled you to the porcelain edge, keeping you faced to him. 

"But not until you know why I'm doing this..." He teased you, fingers accelerating and slowing before ultimately repeating the process as he spoke. 

"Not because I feel obligated because you're my girlfriend...not because I'm bored...but because I live to make you happy...and that means in even the most depraved of ways, baby...I want to bring every fantasy of yours to life. So just tell me-"

"Please..." 

"What do you want baby?"

"You. Inside of me...please, Pope..." 

"Then turn around..." You obliged as he undressed behind you, pulling the remainder of your suit down until it was left at your ankles. 

"Bend over baby, hold tight, I can't go as easy as you deserve, I'm too fucking hard...all because of you…" He validated this by the thrust made inside of you. Your body sent into the cruel and frigid porcelain that was quickly mended by his hand to your clit. Every focus became divided between the pressure of his cock and the rubbings made of his fingers, both making you struggle to remain quiet. 

"So fucking beautiful. So..." Word evaded him as you turned to face him. He stole a kiss from this angle, pressing it at your back before pulling you to the reflection. 

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you come?"

Your eyes fluttered away as he brought your gaze back to a firm but cautious hold to the back of your neck. 

"Look how beautiful you look....when you come for me..." A simple pinch of your nipple made with the loosened dominant grasp and that of his other hand at your clit had you falling apart for him. The release on the edge of his fingers as he kissed into your neck. A close embrace pressing you into a tight hold as he flexed inside of you. 

"I love knowing it's because of me...but if you need me to keep myself behaved, then I need to be a bit deeper..." He lifted your leg over the sink's edge. Never before had he been quite this deep. It sent your eyes to whiten behind closed lids while his palm snapped forward into the mirror in front of you. 

"Fuck..." He breathed in pleasure, repressed grunts tattling of his withering strength. 

"Baby...you feel too good...you always do...but...shit!" He bit playfully into your shoulder. 

"Pope..." You inhaled the sweet cadence you made of his name as he nodded. 

"Come with me, baby...let me feel your beautiful body come undone for me...me..." He spoke one final order to your ear. A simple word that made you combust around him. His depth leaving you feverish as you trembled before him until he turned you to face him. 

"If you need me to show you more attention, just tell me. But you can't be wearing suits like that or looking at me like you do...or I'll have no choice but to act on what you do to me, baby..." He looked down your naked body, a wide smile across his face. 

"It's not fair..."

"What?"

"Clothes..." You chuckled. "I could stare at you all day, I swear...But..." He turned towards the door. 

"Do we have to go back right now?" You asked while motioning to the shower. His face illuminated as he was well aware of the meaning behind this invitation. An encore. And he was eager to act on as he followed you beneath the cascade before you were in his arms. Only this time, it was the tenderness before the carnality. A perfect moment of sweetness that perfectly encapsulated the way Pope loved you. 

Respectfully. Desperately. Passionately. Truly. Unconditionally. 

Just the way you are…

TAGLIST: @hopebaker @drewspisces @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4tangerine @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @camilynn @sweetestdesire @onmykneesforrafe @jjmaybanksangel @phildunphyisadilf @mashdan0916

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#pope heyward #pope heyward smut #pope heyward fanfiction #pope heyward imagine #outer banks #outer banks smut #outer banks fanfiction #obx #obx smut #obx fanfiction #outerbanks #outerbanks smut #outerbanks fanfiction #jonathan daviss #body positive

[biblicallyaccurateangeloncrack]

Genshin and hsr characters as pinned messages (out of context) from discord servers with my friends: a shitpost

(uhhh cw some nsfw jokes and cuss words)

wriothesley: "i do not want an alpha transformation happening rn "

march to danheng: "my coquette lungs are better than your emo lungs"

hu tao: *ghostly voice* "oooooogly boogly why'd you skadoodly me?"

xiao, learning how to spell: "i lvove elmo music"

childe: "he is in my feet"

klee: "yeah my grandma's actually kim kardashian"

bronya to cocolia when she got sick as a kid: "Mother please carry me outside before to see the sky one last time before the consumption takes hold of my body and soul"

hu tao: " "weenis", said eerily"

bennett: "THE SANDWHICH TOOK ME OUT"

blade: "that link is longer than my plans for the future"

serval: "i pledge allegiance to the american bra"

itto: "i am in heat growls the summer has come and i am in heat growls"

zhongli: "*old man voice* when i was your age i fought kids"

stelle/caelus: "when i was my age i eated drywall"

fu xuan: "JING YUAN ILL SNIPPERS YOU UP IF YOU DONT STOP WITH THIS GOOBEROUS SHIT"

diluc, about venti: "i like to prentend he was a fever dream i came with at 4am"

fréminet, trying to speak french: "they said Lyney tu dumbass"

sampo: "I think Luka would beat up Luka while Luka watches. and then Luka would join in and beat the living daylight out of Luka"

silver wolf, about blade: "ppl with lactose intolerance boutta have their 2nd period ongomg"

kayea and rosaria: "we're a match made in the deep dark depths of the abyssal caves in fuck knows where"

jingliu: "am i.........one of those queers........."

yanquing: "shout-out to my home dawg Charles aka history teacher for dropping this wisdom on me"

shinobu: "itto if you say anything penis related you are banned"

ayaka as a kid: ""please take me to the garden so that way i can see the shining sun for the last time before my frail body decomposes with the disease known as ligma""

lyney: "imagine Neuvillette seeing a bunch of orphans blow up infront of him"

yoimiya: "are you really friends if you dont have matching vagina bracelets ??"

wriothesley: "My name is actually marlinus maximilianus Merlin guys"

caelus/stelle: " *bites your toes playfully* "

Pompom: "i eat gender for dinner"

xiao: "is life without endless pain and suffering only for it all to end leaving nothing but emptiness and all your suffering being just for the entertainment of the entity that we call god. an entity who is the real reason as to why we humans end up hurting others, for pain and suffereing is nothing but an endless spiral no matter how hard you try."

kafka, messing with blade: "do you like the gay foot"

yanfei: "YOU CANT LET IT GO LET IT GO YOUR WAY OUT OF A RESTRAINING ORDER"

kokomi: "DEMENTED DOLPHIN"

Furina: "they oui oui'd me"

shenhe: "the cld never bothered me anywa......."

kiara: "agressive meow"

ganyu: "are you a tree cause i wanna eat you"

dainsleif: "while youre kissing you bf or whatever ill be watching in the walls"

venti: "I FART ON PLANES"

scaramouche: "childe I will shave you bald"

itto: "perry plaptypussy"

seele, in response to hook's drawing: "10/10 Einstein could never"

razor, to bennett: "I WILL LICK YOU TO SLEEP"

sucrose, about to collect more bones: "*deranged loud breathing*"

kequing, to half of liyue: "SHUT UP COLOR WHEEL"

cyno: "genderfluid people's favorite song is liquid smooth"

kequing: "the feminine urge to beat up your coworkers with a stick"

dehya: "i piss on biphobes" kaveh: "but what if they have a piss kink..."

albedo: "he looks like a failed science project"

baizhu: "blowjob? nah, blownose"

silver wolf: "story time, honkai star rail made me leave my brother at a gas station and i do not regret SHIT"

blade: "if i end this year without killing myself its a miracle"

columbina: "btw dead bodies take less space if you bury them like theyre standing up"

zhongli: " *cracks back and walks away leaving a trail of dust behind"

@muachiro @geetkk @veimwah @etherific @zohakutenstan

#shitpost #silly hours #genshin impact #honkai star rail #gi #hsr #hu tao #baizhu #blade hsr #columbina #danslette #zhongli #morax #silver wolf #sw #albedo #albedo kreidprinz #kequing #dehya #kaveh #cyno #sucrose #razor #bennett #benny #seele hsr #hook #hsr seele #itto #arataki itto

[luckythereviewer]

What are your thoughts on Hakurin in CCC? I found their interactions to be cute, especially since Rin is a little more open about her crush

HakuRin gets the same treatment as a lot of other Extra casts that return in CCC: more depth. Rin's more upfront about her feelings for Hakuno, even if they fly over her poor head, and we do get more scenes with her and Hakuno. I still remember the screenshots of her commenting how cute Hakuno is in the Extra outfit if I remember correctly. Unfortunately, HakuRin, along with HakuRani, basically gets cast to the side and forgotten in favor of the ship with Sakura, BB, the Alter-Egos, and Hakuno's servants. Rin even gets done more dirty during the True Route as there isn't even a final goodbye moment with her after Kiara betrays everyone, absorbs BB, and Sakura, tossing Hakuno back to the top of the stairs of the labyrinth leading back down into the core, and tossing Hakuno's servant to the edge of the universe within the Far Side. All we get is a few words with Rani as the last interactions we get with the Student Council. It's frustrating because they do all this work to establish Rin and Hakuno's relationship in both Extra and CCC, only to then disregard it in favor for putting Sakura in the limelight only for that to not even matter moving forward with Extella and Link. I wish CCC had an ending with not only Rin and Rani but also Julius and Leo, as both of them were suppose to have endings in Extra but they were cut from the game, instead of just having all of them be shoved to the side for Sakura, who didn't even have a specific ending in Extra.

Let Hakuno somehow breed with Rin, Nasu! We need HakuRin babus to be cannon.

#hakuno kishinami #fate extra #fate extra ccc #rin tohsaka(extra) #hakurin #hakuno x rin #so much detail was given to this relationship #only to be cast aside and forgotten #jokes aside hakuno and rin's children would be very powerful i'd imagine #rin coming from the tohsaka family and having their magical knowledge and talent #combined with hakuno's high power ceiling and great potential and growth #their children would be insane #if not for the fact that the world of extra has no mana left #still would be worth it though

[celianity]

we go down together - jj.m.

After being abandoned by JJ in a jail cell, you are not really on speaking terms. The chaos becomes perfect when three uninvited guests crash your little beach party.

disclaimer: just tapping back into writing - might turn this into a little story project (if anyone's interested)

warnings: slight swearing, fighting, mentions of underaged drinking, english not being my first language

His eyes are more unfathomable than the depths of the ocean as he watches me across the campfire. The flames draw sharp shadows on his face, and I avert my gaze, afraid to cut myself on its edges.

It wouldn't be the first time I've stained my hands with blood trying to resist his almost magnetic pull. But by now I have become a serious opponent myself.

The hand on my lower back increases its pressure, pulling me closer to the side of the tourist whose name I'm going to scream tonight with such conviction that JJ’s ears will bleed even on the opposite side of town.

Am I getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game? Yes. Will I conciliatory hold out my hand and admit defeat? Of course not.

The beer in my red plastic cup is stale, warmed slightly by the fire and the still-comfortable temperatures, just right to make the fingers wandering along my hip more bearable. JJ gulps and brings his own cup to his lips to mask the disgusted tug around his mouth.

I know all too well how that sight can burn into your retinas, how cruelly it can keep you awake at night while you ruffle your hair and curse yourself for your own stubbornness.

Rough fingertips against the bare skin of my thigh bring me back to the present and I find myself wishing they belonged to someone else. The conversations of my friends crash over me like a mighty wave, their laughter carried away by the wind along with the music playing quietly in the background. A strand of hair flies across my eyes, veiling the scenery around me for a split second, before it’s carefully being tucked behind my ear by the boy next to me.

Kiara's gaze is razor sharp, slashing my ribcage open with a clean cut down the middle, baring the scars on my heart. Under her scrutiny, I feel weirdly naked. Not the kind I would prefer under any other circumstances.

I give her a carefree smile and turn back to my companion, whom I met on the beach while surfing this afternoon.

I didn't tell Kie about the last fight between JJ and me for fear she might finally be forced to choose a side. That it most likely wouldn't be mine makes the corners of my eyes sting suspiciously.

Each rash word is just another mark on JJ and mine's score. Gentle touches, breathless sweet nothings, secret revelations, nullified by accusations that etched our throats with every syllable. A lame maneuver to hide the real depth of our feelings.

As if JJ didn't relive each of the fears in my head through the stories, I used to tell him late at night. As if I didn't anchor each ounce of his guilty feelings inside the pit of my stomach to relieve him of this burden at least a little.

The familiar outline of his clenched jaw almost makes me forget why we're at loggerheads. My fingers twitch and I claw them into the hem of my dress. He's not getting off the hook so easily this time, no matter how much I miss the weight of his arms around my waist when lying in my bed.

The idea of sinking Topper's boat may have been my doing, but the finer points of the exercise came from JJ's imagination.

I suppress a shudder at the memory of the musty dampness of the puny jail cell where I spent last night. Alone, mind you. That traitorous asshole tucked tail when the going got tough and Shoupe showed up at the chateau’s door. And yet, with each passing minute, I find it harder to keep stoking my rage.

I swallow hard and sway the half-empty plastic cup in my hand before emptying it.

In a household with unstable foundations, news of an arrest is like an all-consuming earthquake that leaves no survivors. Not to mention the sizable bail, which for my parents was more onerous bureaucracy than serious problem. A metaphorical slap on the wrist and they turned back to more interesting things.

I endured my friends’ taunts this morning with a gracefully raised chin and indulgent laughter, because I have solid ground under my feet while JJ balances on a tightrope.

Still, his betrayal hurts more than I care to admit.

Before my mind starts spinning again, I focus on the banter between John B and Pope, who are about to use absurd comparisons to fight out who would stay alive longer in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

A winner can no longer be declared, because at that moment three shadowy figures approach from one side of the beach. Their quick steps sink into the sand, making their strides look rather stodgily. This impression fades relatively quickly when I identify the figure in the middle as Rafe.

“Hey, ex-con,” he calls out, the echo of his voice reverberating in my bones. Topper and Kelce flank him on either side, as if clinging to their mom’s skirt.

The realization makes me laugh in surprise and I quickly slap my hand over my mouth. John B gives me an alarmed look before stepping around the campfire to face our uninvited guests.

JJ lowers his cup to the ground and rises as well, arms folded defensively in front of his chest. I can almost feel the tension in his shoulders and unintentionally take a step toward him until cold fingers snake around my wrist to hold me back.

A broad back slides into my field of vision and my patience snaps. Roughly, I yank my wrist free and circle the fireplace, stopping next to John B, ready to face the inevitable melee with my head held high. Somewhere behind me I hear JJ’s knuckles crack.

“Have they now robbed you of the last vestige of your already deficient manners?” Rafe taunts and the hostile undertone in his voice makes me shudder. “So, a little refresher of the natural hierarchy should be just right, don't you think? It’s always tit for tat.”

“Since when do you let Mommy fight your battles, Top?” I ask challengingly, studiously ignoring Rafe. “We’re even, you dickheads. You had your fun with Pope, and in return we had ours with the Malibu. You should have heard her heartbreaking screams as she sank.” My choice of words hit the mark.

Rafe marches directly toward me with sweeping strides and I brace myself for his outburst of volcanic proportions, already seeing myself covered in ash kneeling amid the lava-covered landscape. He should really learn to get his temper under control. My jibes would be far less fun if they were met with an impenetrable countenance.

He has almost reached me when a blond shadow tackles him to the ground, causing sand to spurt up in all directions.

For a second of shock, we are all frozen before Kiara’s shouts and Pope’s groans tear the night apart. Topper has knocked the latter to all fours with a well-aimed punch to the stomach. Kie lunges for Kelce’s back, who gets a hold of John B’s shirt collar at that moment.

It's a chaotic mess of flailing limbs and strained groans.

And I stand at the edge of the scenery, squinting at the fast moving body shapes dimly lit by the fire like a fish out of water.

My tourist companion secretly sneaks away behind my back, but I couldn’t care less.

Taking a deep breath, I snap out of my stupor and grab Rafe’s lunging arm around the bicep before it can smash down on JJ’s face like a sledgehammer. The momentum of his movement makes me stumble, and I claw my fingers harder into his heated skin.

He whirls around, an animalistic glint in his eyes, ready to get back at me even though we’re not on direct war terms with each other. Shining blood wets his split lip, forming a thin trickle down his chin.

A spark of fear settles in the pit of my stomach. But he's not the only one willing to take a slap in the face for his friend.

“Don't even think about it", JJ presses through clenched teeth, kicking Rafe’s legs out from under him. He collapses like a blown up building and JJ manages to put him in a relentless headlock. “We’re even, you bastard.”

Finally, he pushes Rafe off of him as the latter's complexion turns an unhealthy dark red in the fire’s glow. Rafe lands on his stomach, unable to soften the fall with his hands, growling faintly.

My warning catches in my throat as JJ turns to face me, gifting Rafe with a moment of inattention for his next attack.

JJ’s fingertips slip from my outstretched palm.

Rafe pins him to the ground with both knees, fingers curled into claws around his neck, squeezing relentlessly, while JJ wriggles under his weight to get free again.

Feverishly, my eyes search for a way out, but the others are too busy trying to prevent various body parts from being broken. Pope and John B keep Kelce and Topper at bay, while Kie tries in vain to settle the fights.

That’s when I spot JJ’s backpack leaning against a log by the campfire and rush toward it, desperately hoping to find the gun inside that he rarely leaves the house without lately. He has an unfortunate habit of not having it at hand in dicey situations.

Half blinded by my rising panic, I rummage through the contents of the bag, gracing the coldness of his motorcycle keys and a bag of weed before my fingers close around the handle of the gun.

Two shots rip through the night, interrupting the melee for a few seconds. Steadying my hand with the other, I aim the barrel at Topper's sweaty face, wandering further over Kelce until I reach Rafe.

“The next shot is a hit.” I warn, taking a few steps forward to reinforce my words.

Breathing heavily, JJ shoves Rafe off of him and struggles to his feet. My friends slowly drag themselves behind me until Kooks and Pogues are facing each other, waiting with baited breath. Kie has an arm wrapped around Pope’s waist in support. John B, panting slightly, brushes his tousled curls from his forehead.

“You heard her.” Kiara snaps. “I wouldn't tempt fate if I were you.”

Rafe spits disdainfully at our feet before shooing his entourage in the opposite direction with a nod of his head. Apparently, a spark of his sanity has managed to save itself from JJ’s blows.

“Holy shit.” Pope moans, slipping from Kiara's grasp to slump against a tree trunk, his face contorted in pain.

“Now would you please put that away?” JJ asks, hesitantly closing a blood crusted hand around the barrel of the gun.

I glare at him. My heart is pounding, adrenaline flooding my veins, and for a split second I'm afraid my finger might slip on the trigger. I release my tense grip and drop the gun to the ground in front of him.

“Careful, Maybank. I may have just saved your ass, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about my little jail holiday.”

His gaze becomes veiled again and it’s like sitting in this damn cell anew, hands clasping the bars, waiting to be released. But this time I turn around and throw away the key.

For now, I don’t crave the sweet taste of freedom.

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj x kook!reader #obx imagine #outer banks imagine #obx fanfiction #obx fic #john b routledge #pope heyward #kiara carrera #rafe cameron #rudy pankow #obx season 3 #obx cast #obx netflix

[applcrumbl]

Joy Rider

Just Friends

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Original Female Character Warnings: Strong Language, Mention of abuse (no direct description, just in passing), Mention of ill mental health and suicidal thoughts, (again, only in passing), JJ just Pining over Avery. Word Count: 2K Author’s Note: please bare in mind that these are not chapters! You can read them however you like, skip the ones that don’t interest you etc. It’s okay not to read absolutely everything.

Summary: A glimpse into Arden and JJ’s friendship.

There is blue as far as she can see to one side, and the comforting scenes of Kildare island to the other. She can taste the salt from the ocean as it sprays her in its path up to the sandy shore. With it wafts the smell from the barbeque that her friends cook. She feels the cold water up to her knees, her inner thighs burning with friction from the board. Waves crash against sandy shores and the sound of gulls fly over her head. Arden sits on her board, back to the beach and once again in her own world.

It’s peaceful, relaxing, and exactly what she needs after a day out on the surf. The waves had died down now, so she only rocked gently on the water.

“Hey Denny,” John B shouts from the beach, tongs in hand like a proper BBQ dad, He calls louder, fighting against the sound of Kiara and Pope laughing, “Whaddya want? There’s a burger left?”

She doesn’t answer, not hearing the calls of her name from the coastline. 

“Arden,” He tries again, to no avail, “Jesus Christ, will you go get her?”

“Why do I have to?” JJ asks, sipping his freshly opened beer, “I literally just dried off.”

“You’re still soaking wet.” Kiara deadpans, spooning coleslaw onto a paper plate.

JJ huffs and walks along the pier, handing his bottle to the girl before jumping off the end. He swims to Arden, hands clinging to her board for stabilisation.

JJ Maybank was a caring person, but never one that particularly showed it. He did everything for his friends, and would always be there for them, but he wouldn’t tell them that. He wouldn’t chase you up when you didn’t answer a message, but he would plan a stop past your house to invite you out. He wouldn’t specifically say to call him when you got home safe, but you’d know that you probably should. 

It was different with her, his twin flame, his best friend. They’d grown up together, Arden living in the house next door to his. They were each other's first sleepover, first fight, first friend, first kiss - though Arden swears that hers was with Colton Ashby in the first grade.

She’d always been there, so there was no need for defensive JJ. She’d seen it all, and he’d seen all of her. Of course, there were secrets. She never knew how bad it got after his mother left, the bruises that littered his skin from the age of 13. He never knew about the nights she cried herself to sleep with the want to never wake up. But, neither of them felt like there was information lacking. They had one another, at any time, any place, any point.

He was more caring towards her than he ever had been towards the rest of the Pogues. And his opinions never changed when she moved from the cut to figure eight - despite his inherent hatred for the rich southern side of the island. He was happy that she’d crawled from the depths, and that her uncle had invited her to stay with him whilst her parents were gone. Gone where? Nobody knew. Yet Arden didn’t really care.

She was the glue that bound the group together. Without her, he never would have spoken to John B - much too territorial over his one best friend. If she hadn’t got her first job at Heywards, then Pope wouldn’t have been in the picture either. And even though he can’t quite remember how Kiara got involved, he’d happily put it down to Arden’s doing too. She was the exact definition of both a Kook and a Pogue.

He owed her everything, but she was the only person that he would ever let know that. But, even then his mouth kept shut.

“Foods ready,” he says, prodding her thigh on the open water, “time to come in.”

Her eyes don’t open, “Gimme 5 more Jayj”

“Dude, you’re literally turning into a prune,” he jokes, lifting her leg from the sea, toes wrinkled from the water, “Your age is finally catching up to the rest of us”

There were precisely 3 days of age between the pair of them, but JJ would never let her forget it. Probably because without her, then he’d be the youngest, and something about that just didn’t sit right with him.

“Stop, I'm gonna fall off my board,” She laughs, to which JJ makes a face, “Don’t-”

In one fell swoop, the blond lifts her leg higher, tipping over their buoyant aid, and knocking Arden into the water. She pops up from the depths, gasping for air.

He smirks, “I said it was time to go in”

The girl glowers at him, eyes thin and testing. She climbs back on the board and begins to paddle back to shore, leaving JJ in the sea.

“You can swim back yourself.” She shouts behind her.

-

“I don’t see what the problem is!”

“Of course, you don’t.”

“Then enlighten me, JJ.”

The Maybank boy scoffs, running his hand over an open jaw. “Colton Ashby?”

Arden doesn’t reply with words, instead an expression on her face. ‘Yeah, and?’ It reads, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide.

“He’s a Kook!”

“I’m a Kook?”

“You haven’t always been, you don’t count” He bats back her attempt to change the conversation topic, “I can’t believe you’re going on a date with Colton fucking Ashby. That is so dumb.”

Arden’s eyes roll so hard to the back of her head that it looks as though they may never come back around again. “Oh my god!” She exasperates, “It is not dumb! It’s sweet, and I’m excited to go.”

JJ sits on her barely-made bed. Her family circumstance may have changed, and he uncle may have provided a new life for her, but nothing about the girl had changed. She was still the same messy teenager that she’d always been. Arden grabs the dress laid out on her desk chair. She was never one for dresses on a casual day, but that night felt special. She wanted to put in the effort.

“He was my first kiss, y’know” she points out, sliding into her bathroom to slip into her outfit. “It’s like a full circle moment.”

“First of all, he wasn’t your first kiss. I was. Second of all-”

“You were not my first kiss, stop saying that!”

“Uh, yes I was. We were 4 and sat on your old tyre swing.”

The bathroom door opens, and Arden steps out, clothes in hand. She dumps them in the hamper next to her. “I smell bullshit.” She sits at the vanity direct from the bed, watching JJ in the mirror. He takes in her floaty dress, almost shocked to see her ins something so, girly.

“I smell truth-shit” He tries to counteract but fails miserably. “So many women would kill to say that they kissed me. You should really jump on that. Maybe you’d get a better date than Colton Ashby”

She stops her lipgloss application to eye him in the mirror. “This is really bothering you.” She observes, smacking her lips together and reapplying the cap. 

“I don’t want my best friend running off with some Kook, just because he was her first kiss” He moans, throwing his body back onto her bed, “By that logic, you should be running away with me.”

‘Yeah and I’d bet you’d love that,” she replies, “Can you put this on me?

She holds out a necklace. Small, golden, expensive from afar. But, up close you could see where the colour was tarnishing, and the plastic seed dull. JJ had bought it for her 15th birthday. The first and only gift he’d actually bought her, not stolen. A cheap tourist shop shell pendant with a fake pearl in the middle. But Arden loved it.

And she was going to wear it on her date with one of the richest Kooks in Kildare.

JJ’s fingers struggle with the clasp for a while before it finally hooks to the small chain link. Arden adjusts the pendant on her chest, making sure it lines up perfectly with the V-neckline of her dress. She stands to observe herself in the mirror. “This is fine, right? We’re not going anywhere too fancy I think”

He can only stutter a response, still taken aback by the fact that she’s actually still going. Taken aback by the fact that she’s put effort into the way she looks, for him. There is a hint of jealousy too, but he swiftly ignores it. “Yeah, you, uh- You look great.”

“Man of many words, Jayj”

-

The date was fine, not that Arden was avoiding another opportunity to go out with the dark-haired boy, but not that she was gasping for one either. It was simply an experience that she had and one that she probably wouldn’t ask for again.

Colton was nice, he paid for their food, he picked her up and dropped her home. He even complimented her looks several times throughout the night. She was extremely flattered - but there was nothing else there.

You can really tell when you’re not into someone, because it doesn’t matter how kind they’re being, or attractive they are, or if you have boatloads in common, you will still only notice the negatives.  And they will still be made much bigger than they actually are. You will still ‘get the ick’

Arden hated the shoes he wore. They were too polished and clean. He had loose hair sticking from his gelled-back quiff. She didn’t like that he ordered wine for the table. He mentioned JJ’s necklace, and how it looked like it was a little past its prime. Albeit, this was his way of flirting - offering to buy her a brand new, more expensive one - but everything just rubbed Arden the wrong way. 

“So I doubt you’re meeting him again?” Kiara questioned, using the tree as an anchor to rock the hammock they were both laying in. 

“Yeah, definitely not.” Arden sighs, “Should’ve kept him as my first kiss and no more”

“JJ will be happy then.” Pope pipes up from the camping chair next to the hammock. His flat-brimmed cap was pulled down over his eyes to shield him from the sun.

Kie shoots him a look with her eyes that Arden misses, it’s a shock that Pope catches it.

“How do you mean?”

Pope stutters, ”I just mean that he’s quite territorial,” His words are danced around, like he has more to say - but won't, “He likes his time with you, and a boyfriend would take that time away.”

Arden exhales through her nose, “Yeah, I suppose.”

A loud smash erupts from inside The Chateau, causing the three to jump. John B shouts out not to worry, and that JJ had just dropped a mug. They return back to the conversation.

“Man, that’s Arden’s favourite mug - she’s going to kill you” John B continues, directly to his friend, “You’re supposed to be courting the girl, not pushing her away”

“I’m not courting her, we’re just friends!” JJ exclaims, kneeling to pick up the broken shards of ceramic. Though John B was right on one thing, this was Arden’s favourite mug. “I’ve literally known her my whole life, it’s not like that”

“Are you sure? Cos, her date pissed you off a whole lot”

“Ashby’s just a dick. She can do better.” He explains, “Besides, the date didn’t even go well. She told me.”

A horn honks twice from outside, catching John B’s attention. He looks through the dusty panes of the window to see who it is.

“Is that why he’s just come to pick her up?”

JJ pushes past him, eager to get a glimpse from the window. John B laughs at him as Kiara climbs into the passenger seat of her mother’s car. JJ kisses his teeth, “Ha. Ha. Funny”

“Y’know for someone who is strictly friends with the girl, you sure care a lot about her being with anyone that isn’t you.”

A feminine voice calls his name from outside, and JJ jumps at the opportunity to answer it, practically sprinting outside at her back and call.

“And will jump to her every move.” He observes, speaking only to himself.

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[obxone]

Assumptions (Part 5)

Rewritten/Edited. ~2k words.

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Kiara enters her bedroom, a frown on her face and another bouquet in her hand. “Rafe is here.”

“Tell him to fuck off,” you mutter from where you lie on her bed. You close your eyes to ignore the onslaught of heat rushing through you that he is trying again. You had to block his number two days prior when he would not stop calling or texting. It has been too much, and he will not take any lack of response or harsh rejection as the clear answer to leave you be.

“Oh, believe me, I did.”

You smile faintly at her before rolling onto your back and looking at the ceiling. You know Rafe would stay on the porch for another hour, and if Kiara’s parents returned home to him, they would fall for his kook bullshit and invite him in. He had almost made his way in yesterday when Anna tried to be kind. You groan loudly before climbing out of her bed. “I’ll take care of it.”

“He’ll leave eventually.” She says as you shuffle out of the depths of her bed before taking the bouquet from her.

“Agreed, but he will come back tomorrow, or your parents will fall for his bullshit again.”

She watches you go, the annoyance clear in your demeanor as you walk down to the main door. You open it, and Rafe looks up from leaning on the railing. He looks a little more unpolished than usual. His normally perfect hair is mussed from running his fingers through it, and his shoulders are tense. He has the same shirt from yesterday, and you pick up the faint smell of alcohol.

“I want to talk.”

“I don’t,” you say sharply and throw the bouquet at him. The flowers slap against his chest before crashing onto the deck at his feet. “I don’t want them or you, Rafe.”

He opens his mouth, but you do not let him speak.

“Leave me the fuck alone. You are despicable!” You slam the door before going back up the stairs to Kie’s room. She frowns as you lean against her closed bedroom door.

“How did he even get his hooks into you? You are too fucking smart for him.”

“I don’t know,” you say before clearing your throat and ignoring the flood of fury and humiliation. Kiara is right, per usual, Rafe has managed to do what you thought impossible when he started paying attention to you. “Can we go to the Chateau? He would not dare come there.”

“Sure,” she smiles. “I’ll text the group, and we can go swimming.”

“Good,” you smile then, a weight leaving you as you go to your bag and pull out a swimsuit, tank top, and shorts. You change before walking with her down to the car. Rafe’s bike is gone. It is wishful thinking, but you can not help yourself. “Maybe he finally got the message.”

“Doubt it,” she says as she closes her door and starts the car. “It has been every day for the past four days.”

You frown. You had not realized the burden this situation was becoming to Kiara. She is your friend, and you should have been paying better attention. “I can go home, Kie.”

“No,” she says with a shake of her head. “No, that is not what I meant. You are staying with me until he does back off.”

You nod, looking away and pushing back the sting of tears. You would not cry over that asshole’s actions or allow Rafe to turn you into someone so self-involved that you did not see the impact it is on your friends. You have not even crossed that line with Rafe Cameron, and it already feels like you are losing yourself to him.

A visit to the Chateau and swimming all day before having a small party with fellow pogues is fixing you up a bit. You laugh at Tyler’s joke. He is a pogue you briefly ‘dated’ when you were twelve, and he was thirteen, almost fourteen. You had both promised marriage to each other when you were older and even swapped blue raspberry sour rings as a form of wedding bands. His body presses against yours as you lean against the side of the house. Your lips are swollen and tingling from his numerous kisses. Your body swims in bliss at his touches. He has matured and grown into a handsome guy, so you are not sad about your current predicament.

“You look pretty tonight,” he says, and you smile, tipping your face up to his. “Like really fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” your voice is thick with the bliss you were swimming in as you blush from his compliment.

“How I did not hang onto you four years ago, I will never know.” He jokes, and you laugh before hooking your arm over his shoulder.

“Hang onto me now.”

He leans in, and you kiss him. He kisses you back, and his hands pull you closer to him. You moan into the kiss, but you can hear your friends talking around the fire a few feet away.

“Should we stop her?” Pope asks, his worried brown eyes probably on you.

“No,” Kiara says, from her place next to another pogue she had just been kissing when Tyler pulled you away for some semblance of privacy.

“Let her have fun,” JJ says next. “She needs the distraction.”

John B makes a noise in agreement, and your smile against Tyler’s lips. You are not sure if it is the sting of the bet, the alcohol in your system, your friends’ encouraging comments, or Tyler’s touch, but you do not hesitate to slip your hand under his shirt and touch his bare skin. His defined abs are warm under your palm like the sun has permanently left a piece of itself inside him. He smirks into the kiss.

“Are you asking for more than a kiss tonight?”

“Maybe,” you tease before pecking his lips. “Are you open to the idea?”

“Very.” He kisses you, his hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist. Your fingers stay tangled in his hair as the other continues to drag across his abs.

“Don’t leave after the party ends,” you whisper against Tyler's neck.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile before pulling his lips back to yours in a toe-curling kiss. It ends, and you smile at him, your body tingling from his touch and promise for the night. “For now, though, I want another beer and maybe s’mores. Do you?”

“I can agree to that,” he offers with a grin. His eyes scan over the length of you before going to get you beers. You move towards the fire and lean down to hug Kie from behind.

“Are we staying tonight?” You ask.

“Yes.”

You grin, pressing your lips to the top of her head. You turn your attention to Tyler as he nears. “Guys, you remember Tyler, right?”

“Yeah!” JJ smiles at him, and they share a handshake. “Second best surfer on The Cut.”

You laugh and lean into his side as he wraps his arm around you after giving you a new beer.

“I try,” he offers shyly, and you beam at him. He is great, you had seen it, but you also know JJ will not say it if is not true. Surfing and JJ are as serious as they get.

— — — —

You have been home for a day when a knock pulls you from the movie you are watching. You sigh, pausing the movie before standing and going to the door. You unlock it and open it to see Rafe standing there. A wild look in his eyes as he looks over you. His gaze settles on a love bite visible on your neck.

“Rafe?”

“You fucked that pogue?” He asks. Your lips part in shock. “Really?”

You look behind him to see his motorbike in the yard, but no one else. You expected him to drag Kelce and Topper with him to help do his bidding. “How do you even know about that?”

“I saw it,” he says, and your eyes widen. It had been at the Chateau after everyone left the party, and the pogues had gone to bed. You had even taken it away from the house and been under the stars all night. “I came to John B’s when Kiara’s parents said you were out. No one was home, or so I thought, so I went to leave, but I heard you by the water. I checked to make sure you were okay, and I saw it!” He seethes, slamming his hands on the doorframe, and you flinch. His face screws up in anger as he stares at you.

“You came to the Chateau?” You question.

“Of course I did!” He lifts his hand to his chest.

“What I do is none of your business,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even. “It never has been.”

“I’m making it my business!”

“Well, that’s not an option,” you state before glaring at him. “Tyler and I like each other. He offered me a chance to forget you last night, and I took it. He asked me to be his girlfriend this morning, and I accepted.”

He recoils as if you have slapped him. “What?”

“I wanted to fuck him to get over you,” you say sharply. “But then we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and I like him. He’s a good person, unlike you.” You start to close the door, but he blocks it with his foot, his hand on the door. “Go home, Rafe, before I call the police.”

“No, we need to talk about this.”

“No, we don’t,” you respond, your tone ice cold. “I don’t want anything to do with you or this fucking wager.”

He runs his hands through his hair as he turns and walks a few steps away before returning. “It started as a bet, yes, but it changed.”

“Right,” you reply sarcastically. “I don’t believe you.”

He exhales, his hand curling into his chest. “I knew after the fight at movie night it was more than a bet. I could never hurt you-”

“You did!” You cut him off.

He groans, closing his eyes for a moment. “I fucked up, okay? I know that!” He opens his eyes, and his hands twist into fists. “But I can’t change that now.”

“You are right,” you agree before beginning to close the door. But again, he stops you.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“Because you are a selfish asshole!” You yell, your patience wearing thin, before trying to remove his hand from the door so you can close it. But he takes the opportunity to grasp your hand and pull you out into the sunshine. You groan as he stares down at you. Your bodies are barely an inch apart from one another. “Rafe, you have to stop. The bet is lost, I’m not going to sleep with you. And I have a boyfriend that cares about me instead of making a couple of thousand dollars.”

“I don’t fucking care about the bet anymore.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

He groans, his hands pulling at his hair before he walks away. You notice the tension in his shoulders, the red in his neck and face from rage. His body is a rigid wall.

“You should go,” you repeat, trying to soften your tone to placate him. “My mom will be home in a bit anyways.”

He turns to you, his face morphing into something unreadable. “I will make you understand me."

You raise an eyebrow at him in question as he walks back to you. His large hand cups your face and pulls you forward. Your hands meet his chest to keep some distance before his lips brush your forehead.

“I will make you understand me. Every detail,” he breathes before letting you go and getting on his bike. He is gone within seconds, and you exhale a heavy breath before returning to the house. The movie starts again as you try to ignore the unsettled sensation in your chest at his parting.

Part VI

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[lizziethat]

How would you describe Kiara’s and JJ’s chemistry and how it’s evolved over the seasons? As I’m rewatching s3 you can really feel the tension between the pair but it’s not really sexual tension?? Like you can feel the attraction to each other but I feel like there’s so much more depth to them by this point. It just seems like by s3 it’s not so much the physical affection/intimacy they are longing for but something deeper emotionally. It seems like in season 1 there was a lot more sexual tension and maybe it seemed like that just because of JJ’s strong physical attraction to Kiara in the beginning.

Anyways this a chaotic question and it probably doesn’t make a lot of sense but I’m curious to read your thoughts! :)

This is a fun question because I've sorta wanted to discuss this and didn't know where to start or how to go on this tangent, but the question has helped me with framing by giving me a reason to discuss the general idea of sexual tension that TV typically presents to us.

I think there's this notion -- sort of reinforced by many years of TV -- that there's one kind of relationship progression, and that relationships usually go from what we think of as the "sexual tension" stage to something deeper. There are clear examples in entertainment of couples where that is so, and the typical procedural will they/won't they couple is one of those. Think Mulder and Scully, Bones and Booth, Castle and Beckett, and even Tim and Lucy. But that is, of course, not the only kind of relationship progression there is.

For couples such as the ones I mentioned, though, it is the only available one. They met as adults, and when you do, it's easier to recognize physical attraction before anything else. The rest, you have to build, and it is incredibly rewarding to see couples build these relationships. Jiara, however, doesn't fit into this at all.

Because Kiara and JJ met as kids. There's no sexual tension between kids. There's something different that happens at one point, sexual awakening -- and boy, does that get complicated when you're thinking about someone you already care for, your friend, and in the midst of feeling new things. Oftentimes, you will even repress your feelings in a situation such as that one, because ...it's awkward! This is your friend.

In this regard, though, I think S1 Jiara was the Season where we saw JJ and even Kiara, more comfortable with just the physical aspect of their relationship, or the "she's hot," kinda banter, if only because it's easier to joke about something you think is never going to happen. Writing-wise S1 JJ and Kiara aren't being written as endgame, so the jokes make more sense. And yes, Rudy and Madison have great, believable chemistry, that can feel like friendship with a hint of more, and that's how we ended up here, but the key to how believable the progression is isn't just on their chemistry, but in the setup.

You fall in love with your friends more often than not, despite friends-to-lovers not being the most common trope we see in entertainment. And when you do, it's because you already love them, because you start not from 0 but from 5, and kinda marry that with oh, actually, I think they're pretty darn attractive too, and I also think all these great things about them and maybe, maybe that means more ...so by the time we get to S3 with Jiara, it's so much deeper, because it can be no other way. The emotional connection was already there from the beginning.

I think that's also why they play the charged physical moments as a discovery, too. They're not discovering that they're attracted to each other, they're discovering that their attraction coupled with their feelings makes for something they'd never felt before. Again, on a scale from 1-10, Jiara in S3 is at a 7 ...and the natural instinct is to reach for more, to look for the deeper emotional connection, which can probably only be achieved when feelings are expressed, reciprocated and you start thinking of a shared future.

tldr; I think Jiara works so well because their relationship has always felt rooted in a deep love for each other -- like the best friends-to-lovers romances always are -- that was there long before they ever thought oh, he/she is actually pretty darn hot. Which, they do! They really do. It's just never been about only that. It couldn't be, because in so many ways, they loved each other before they were attracted to each other.

LIKE, LOOK ...that's love before sexual tension, which doesn't mean there is no sexual tension, it's just the order is different!

#outer banks #obx #jiara

[blues-valentine]

a lot of ppl are so obsessed w their ship being canon that they act dense to jjs emotional depth cuz in what world was he occ this season. the show finally tackle (although poorly) the consequences of his abuse and how it affects to physical and emotional intimacy.

This is a common fandom thing. Is it really occ or you just don’t like that it doesn’t favor your way? Most of the time the answer is the later. Fandoms are often very hypocrite because they would be salivating if the tables were turned to their direction. The main thing I am seeing is "he was too obsessed with Kie" but JJ is always the first one willing to do what it takes to save his best friends. We have seen him made up crazy plans to save them and overall freak out because JJ is very volatile and intense.

Are we watching the same show? JJ firing a freaking gun in front of everybody to save John B. Trying to break him out of jail with such a misconducted plan and failing miserably. Taking the blame for Pope with the Rafe issue. JJ willing to offer himself to give the group a chance. Stealing the money from Barry out of a spur of anger and desperation. JJ is reckless when put into a corner or faced with what he considers is injustice. JJ going off at the club because they were talking about John B. He reacted just as bad when they had to leave John B just after getting Kiara back. JJ loves his friends more than anything in this world.

It’s easy to scream OCC when you don’t like the direction a character is taking and because you don’t want to analyze why it makes sense. 301 was very clear about how much JJ didn’t want to leave the island because he thought it was a bad idea. He saw the island as an scape from the problems. Things went to shit the moment they were rescued. He was acting out of anger.

Now there’s another layer. JJ is already a ride or die for his friends. If you add a romantic layer it’s expected that he'll get more intense. Kie is not some random person. He has feelings for her and he was able to bond with her over their shared dream in the island. It’s romantic when John B goes mad for Sarah but it’s OCC from JJ when Kiara has been his best friend since kindergarten, might you. He would’ve reacted just as bad without the added feelings. It stands out now even more because he is finally exploring and addressing his romantic feelings.

As I explained here, JJ is dealing with those feelings and he is coping with it the best way he can. He isn’t used to this level of romantic intimacy, let along Kiara being so vocal about it. Eventually, the abuse his dad put him through + his mom leaving would catch up to him. It’s also not the first time he had questioned Kiara’s intentions because she’s rich so the conflict of classes existed in his mind. Rudy did a fantastic job portraying that level of vulnerability and you could just see how his body would tense and go into self defense mode. It is really on brand with JJ and I wished they had expanded on it.

#outer banks #obx #obx season 3 #jj maybank #jiara #kie carrera #kiara carrera #asks

[hardlypartying]

Hello!! I love your riara fic! I never thought I would like that ship, but I love the way you write them, so I’m hooked. Read for the jjpope tag, stayed for the amazing writing (although I still love your jjpope crumbs)!

I’m so sad there are only 22 chapters, and I hope you end up writing more, but if you don’t, have you ever thought of writing more for riara in the future? 😊

Hi!! First of all, thank you so much for this message omg :’) I’m so happy that you ventured out into the world of riara, it isn’t for everyone but I like to believe there’s something compelling there! I love hearing how people are pleasantly surprised by it haha

Before I knew about any ships or anything really about obx, I would see bits and pieces of jjpope and fully thought they were together. Or at least would eventually get together because ?? The scenes ?? The pining ?? What was all that for?? There’s smth to be said about public opinion and how that mobilized j*ara to get together and they were cowards to not do anything with jjpope. Granted, like you said, my fic only has crumbs of them 😭 and I would love to write them more into the story or even do a fic for just them

We’re really nearing the end of this fic and I’m blown away by that because I’ve been writing this for a while! I’m just proud that I’ve gotten to this point where I can say that things will be wrapping things up. It’s so exciting getting to these chapters because they were the ones I knew I wanted to write when I initially thought of this fic, it’s sooooo rewarding to get them out now and have you and others comment about enjoying it!! 🫶

But with one door closing another one will inevitably open, as for Riara fics— I’ve got one I’ve been working on! However, it’s a lot different than KRCG which I intentionally kept very light and fun. This new one will be quite controversial because it’s more of a dark fic, darker than my bad habit riara fic at some points and I know that’s everyone’s major issue with riara in the first place. I’ve alluded to it in the past but it takes place in s3 when the plane goes down. Rather than Kiara getting kidnapped by Singh, she’s “rescued” by Rafe and works things to her advantage to plan an escape back to the rest of the pogues. Essentially it’s them being forced to work together since they both have leverage they’re using to be useful to the other person— they get involved in the illegal trades, there are heists, jetting off to various countries for prospective clients, black market business dealings, general politics re: the criminal underbelly of the world, etc. Almost like a mafia au but without Rafe being a suave mafiasso lmao he’s just as out of his depth as Kiara is. I’m having a lot of fun with this one since it’s fully an enemies to lovers and I really enjoy deconstructing K&R’s preconceived notions of one another bit by bit and letting them humanize each other and grapple with what morality means to them. Mainly, it’s just drammmmaaa and them being badass 🥰

I am preparing myself for this to not be as well received with everyone since it’s quite out there and includes all the typical elements of riara that people don’t like, unapologetically and leaning into it even more. But the thought popped into my mind when s3 first came out and drew said that sometimes it feels like he’s on a totally different show than the rest of the cast bc of the scenes he gets, and that never left my mind— it took me a year to plan out the plot and I have so many pages of my notebook covered in moments, plot lines, dialogue, plot twists, drama, reveals that I want to write and now it’s finally happenjng ! So I’m very stoked for it but can understand & respect that people might want to sit this one out!

#certified yapper I’m so sorry that I can’t just say thank you and call it a day #thank you so much for this truly I appreciate it so so so much #there are no words to express how unreal it is that you wherever you are read this little story and sent me a message appreciating it #and also more importantly #welcome to the riara family!! #despite the criticisms of the ship everyone here is an absolute angel 🩷 #oh and nothing personal with the censoring of jiara lol it’s just not something I want to pop up in their tag #not my monkey not my circus #could’ve been my monkey and circus if they hadn’t rushed their development and let it happen more organically but that’s for another time #ask #riara