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danicarosaline · 4 years

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Just My Type | JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader | Ch. 2

Summary: You may perhaps have this tiny attraction to a certain flirty pogue that works for your step dad. All the while your mother is trying to set you up with boys who she thinks are your type.

Warnings: cringe af & a slow a$$ burn and not proof read!! 💖🤩

Authors Note: thank you to those who are interested in this! This chapter is a long one but I don’t think ill be keeping the rest of the chapters that long? But who knows tbh. Hope you enjoy this one💛

After spending the entire afternoon with Kie doing the absolute most by snacking on the pancakes you managed to cook successfully, braiding each other’s hair and asking about her love life since she recently came out to you as queer when you caught her checking out a few tourists that passed you both when y’all went out shopping few weeks back.

See, you kind of knew this about Kiara. You kind of thought she had a little crush on Sarah Cameron when you both were friends with her back then but never had the actually guts to question her about it. You weren’t sure if Kie even knew about that part of herself yet, so you waited a couple years more to finally ask her about it when you were very sure.

What you weren’t expecting though, was to ask her about it in such a blunt way, especially in the middle of the mall where a few bystanders where nearby who glanced your way at such a question. You didn’t mean to to be so forward, but it just came out out of suspicion and all those times you held back from asking Kie.

Luckily for you, she didn’t pay no mind to the eavesdroppers around and answered your question confidently with a huge smile on her pretty face. Already having used to you being so straightforward and upfront about everything.

She loves that about you.

You both sadly decided to call it a day but not before her inviting you to a kegger the pogues were throwing this weekend. To say you were beyond excited for your first party is an understatement and to finally be meeting those boys Kie never shuts up about.

Wanting to dress to impress, you already plan out your outfit for that night. Not because you’re indecisive and take hours to get ready of course. (It’s definitely that reason though)

The weekend finally arrives and you’re just about done getting ready for the kegger tonight. You were dressed in a cute short summer dress paired with some white low top converses and went to double check your natural glam’d up face in the vanity mirror incase of needing to reapply lipgloss.

After readjusting the natural strip lashes that you had on, your phone began to buzz. Signaling a text from no other than the beautiful brunette herself.

Kiekie🌺: hi bby im out the front xx

You: coming babes😍

Kiekie🌺: dont forget the vodka!! 🥵

You: already in the bag babygorl😏

Kiekie🌺: dont call me that pls its cringe )):

Snickering at her reply, you quickly throw in some extra stuff in your bag incase of emergencies (never knowing when you need to reapply gloss again) and made your way downstairs. Passing your parents in the dining room, you wave goodbye and blow kisses at them quickly to avoid conversation but just your luck they stop you before you made it to the door.

“Y/n your dress is too short!” Your mother declares as she eyes up your outfit whilst your step father agrees with a nod of his head and furrowed eyebrows.

“You are outgrowing that dress Y/n” the man adds with a shake of his head as he sets his eyes back down to the iPad in front of him.

“Oh stop it you two It still fits perfectly fine and you both know its my favourite, anyways bye bye love yous!! ” you wave again and rush out the front door before they can say anything else.

“Wha- wait just a minute young lady!” Your mother beckons but its too late you’re inside Kiara’s car, fastening your seatbelt as you both laugh at hearing your mother’s loud voice from inside the house.

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The party was in full swing when you both arrived.

Kooks, pogues and tourons all mashed up together in one beach as if there were no social classes between the three divided groups. Guess alcohol really does change the way people mingle when consumed.

Looking around, you recognise a few kids that go to your school swaying to the RnB music and drinking away like they have no care in the world and starting to actually get nervous when you spot familiar classmates you used to call your friends. Feeling anxious, you kinda wanna go home now.

Your thoughts were interrupted to Kie linking your arms together, “lets go meet the pogues!” Eyes twinkling at the thought of her bestfriend finally getting to meet her other bestfriends. With that said, you let her practically drag you off to where she knows they’ll be. A grin making its way on your face, forgetting ever wanting to go home just seconds before.

She introduces you to John B first, since he was the only one there serving out drinks to the tourons. He swats away at your hand when you reach out to give a handshake. Instead, the curly brunet embraces you in a tight bear hug, suffocating you with his built figure. Saying something about not needing to be so formal with him, already having to get to know you from Kie and also not forgetting to throw a compliment at your choice of outfit.

Moments later, a dark skinned male makes his appearance known by accidentally tripping over a log in front of you, mumbling out curses to himself. While the others burst out in tears from laughing you only giggle a little in hopes not to embarrass him more, helping the poor boy up to his feet and asking if he’s okay.

When he sets his brown eyes on you, he recognises you immediately as the daughter of one of the nice kooks he makes deliveries for and starts stuttering out apologies as if he offended you. You snort at this boy’s weird behaviour and reassure him that theres no need to apologise to you.

John B tells the boy your name and his eyes lit up, “Ive made plently of deliveries to your house! Who would of thought you’d be the famous Y/n Kie always mentions? Im Pope by the way” embracing you in gentle hug.

You’ve spent almost an hour with the trio and you have yet to meet the other boy because you swore there was three of them from all the stories Kie has told you.

“Wasn’t there three of you?” Moving your manicured finger to the two handsome boys infront of you. They smile at you and gave a little nod.

“Oh yeah! he’s-“

“YO POPE, JOHN B! Check this shit out man!”

A loud booming voice roars from behind you making you jump slightly. Swiveling around from where you stood, you are faced with a beaming tall blond. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes only focused at the boy infront of you.

His attention is fixed on the two males behind you, beckoning them to come over to where he was.

There he stood, watching two young tourons brawling. Finding it absolutely hilarious because from where you are, you can clearly see that they are doing a terrible job at throwing each other down on the sand.

John B and Pope darted to the blond with Kie in tow, linking your arms through yours as she drags you to the scene.

The tourons are are stupidly wrestling on the ground now, making you and Kie cringe at the second hand embarressment. Though you both find it kinda funny.

“Alright alright break it up squirts” the blond demands as he pulls one kid off the other, with John B helping the other kid up off the sand.

“Ill freaking kill you Seb!”

“Hey- hey! Take a walk man” John B forces the kid back when he tried to come at the other kid, making the blond laugh again.

“Its not a kegger if theres not atleast one fight happenin” Pope turns to you and Kie with his hands placed on his hips, making Kie chuckle with a shake of her head at the comment.

“So does this always happen at your keggers?” You ask with amusement lacing your question.

“Sure does princess” you all face the voice, the blond appearing to your rights. You feel your face instantly heat up at the sight of him smirking down at you like he usually does whenever he catches you staring. Biting your bottom lip to supress a giggle at the nickname he gave you.

“So Y/n this here is-“

As Kie was about to reveal the name of the cute blond that was peering at you, John B whoops loudly jogging back to the group and unknowingly interrupting her with his loud laughter.

“Touron fights are officially my favourite thing!” The brunet hollers, making the group crack up laughing. Something y’all have been doing alot this entire night as it seems.

You’re gonna fit in just fine.

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When the kegger starts to lessen with people, you decide to help Kie pick up some of the red solo cups discarded all around the beach. Picking up only what you can whilst tipsy.

You’re not much of a drinker yourself to be honest. Only because your parents never gave you a taste, being underage and all. Only sneaking in a few drinks from Kie at sleepovers here and there so your not technically alien to the idea of drinking overall.

And yes you’re definitely a lightweight.

After picking up a couple more cups and other trash, throwing them in a black plastic trash bag, you and Kiara head up at the “Chateau” which you now know was John B’s place.

Once arrived, Kie sets up the pull out couch and lays down, completely exhausted from all the dancing and drinking she did with you. You and the boys following her actions. With Pope laying down next to Kie and you, John B and the blond sat on the bed facing the two laying down. Finding it amusing that Pope passed out already.

John B letting out a yawn as he gets up from his seating position on the couch, not before saying bye to you and kissing your head goodnight.

The interaction doesn’t suprise you since Kie has warned you about how affectionate these boys can be but it still caused your cheeks to heat up anyways.

“Want me to take you home?”

Tearing your attention away from John B drunkily making his way to his room, your e/c falls on the blond infront of you, crossed legged with his hands resting behind him to keep him upright in the sitting position. You glance down at Kie and Pope, both have passed out peacefully.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, i can just get an uber” you whisper to the cute blond as you get up from the couch and start making your way to the door.

He doesn’t take no for an answer and starts following you out, not before grabbing the keys to John B’s beaten up van. Rolling your eyes but not helping the smile you throw his way at his kindness.

The drive wasn’t silent or awkward at all. The both of you getting along quite well, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind. Him throwing compliments your way here and there that leaves you a stuttering mess.

He loves how shy you are to his flirtation. The girls he’s hit on has always been just as flirty with him but they’ve never shyed away like you have.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves confidence in a woman and never have he thought he’d find it adorable for a girl to be this nervous around him but here you are. Being completely submissive.

You emit pure innocence. Which makes him want to be protective of you.

Finally pulling up into your driveway, you search your house windows for any signs of anyone being awake inside. Noticing no lights or movement in your house, you turn to face the blond who was already looking at you.

Your heart rate starts to pick up as you stare right back into those baby blues, the lights on the edge of the road acts as a spot light on the handsome blond, focusing on all his musculine features. Skin glowing so luminously.

He’s so handsome.

“What?”

“What??”

OH NO DID YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD!? YOU STUPID BIT-

“Did you just call me handsome?” He leans over, and smiles at you cheekily, that tiny dimple playing at the corner of his mouth.

Play dumb.

“What no??” He chuckles boyishly at your response and pushes back pieces of hair that managed to fall on his forehead, not breaking eye contact with you once.

“Well to be fair. You’re pretty gorgeous to look at too L/n, a pure sight for sore eyes” He moves closer as he runs a knuckle down your forearm and sends you a wink. Your heart is beating out of your chest now and you’re convinced he could hear it.

Not necessarily knowing how to respond to the blond, you shove him away gently and cup your heated cheeks. Shying away once again.

He lets out a cute laugh which you found so angelic coming from someone who is by far a comparison to one after having heard of all the crazy shit this boy has done in the past.

though, he’s physically otherworldly.

“Im just teasing ya” he voiced as he messes up your hair by ruffling through them with his ring clad fingers. You giggle at this with a shake of your head, you open the car door and walk out. With him following behind you.

“So you’ll be hanging out with us more often right?” He asks almost seeming nervous when he shoves his hands down his pocket.

“When i get invited out then yes, i guess so” you face him, swaying back and forth on your heels as you both stop at the front door of your house.

“Oh trust me, you will be. We all had a great time with you tonight” he replies with a lick of his lips, eyeing you up and down.

Don’t fucking test me, i will kiss you right here, right now.

“I did too” you whisper, placing a piece of hair behind your ear.

There was an awkward silence. None of you not knowing what to say for the first time during the entire night. He scratches the back of his head, wishing you a goodnight- well technically a goodmorning whilst slowly walking backwards to the van. Still maintaining eye contact as if he didn’t wanna tear his eyes away from you anytime soon.

“See you soon?”

“See you soon princess”

Warmth spreading across your chest to hearing that nickname again. You wave and turn away from the handsome blond but pausing in your tracks as you come to remember something important.

“Wait!!” The boy halts in his tracks at your sudden outburst.

Feeling the heat decorating your face again from embarressment, you finally ask “what’s your name?”

He’s chuckling at the realisation that nobody, not even himself has told you his name. He’s known about you for months, he’s heard your name be called the very first time he first laid eyes on you. You’ve been pinning on him for months. Not once have you heard his name be called out loud by anyone else. You were always too shy to ask anybody for his name, which was quite dumb, really.

“The name’s JJ Maybank princess, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance”

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mllemusketeer · 7 years

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Jazz and Groceries

Continuing the self-insert-verse! Because we all need some cheerful escapism right now.

Or, the one in which Autobot over-protectiveness meets its match, and Jazz is embarassed in a parking lot.

There’s something about ordering at the butcher’s counter at a grocery store that makes you feel like a Real Adult, and plus, my local grocery store often has better prices at the butcher’s counter. Which is great, because one of my few sins is the amount I spend on food.

“Anything else?”

“A pound of the double-smoked bacon, please.” The guy behind the counter and I shared the grin of the unapologetic bacon lover.

“Great stuff.”

“God yes.” Okay, the double-smoked bacon wasn’t that economical but it was good. There’s no point in being unhealthy if you don’t really enjoy it.

Bee-deep.

I accepted the brown paper packages I’d ordered, gave the guy another grin and polite farewell, and went to look at the veggies. Again. I was making up my mind about the bok-choi, which were expensive, but the cheap ones were another 20 minutes of driving away, at the international market.

Bee-deep. I frowned down at my phone and pulled it out. Text from Jazz. How much longer u going to b in there?

I grinned at the texts, their mash-up of complete sentences and text speech typical of a Cybertronian texting. They tried text speech, couldn’t quite get the hang of it.

Bee-deep.

Seriously.

Bee-deep.

I am SO BORED.

“Serves you right,” I muttered to the phone. You see, Jazz had been getting over-protective lately. All the ‘bots had. There had been the annual report of causes of morbidity and mortality in the US last week, and unfortunately, I’d been the conduit through which it’d gotten to the ‘bots. Hey, I’m taking classes in policy on top of my ethics coursework. It’s all in a day’s work for me.

And had totally panicked Jazz and co. Because right there, right at the top of causes of accidental death? And near the top of overall causes of death?

Motor vehicle related incidents.

See, we all know, intellectually, that getting behind the wheel is the most dangerous thing we do on a daily basis. Hell, it’s one of the most dangerous things we do, period. We just sort of accept it, that yeah, sure, there’s a chance we could get ourselves killed or injured every time we go to the store, and then we ignore it, because going to the store needs to happen with the minimum of gibbering terror.

Which is why it took me until I was 21 to get my license, but that’s tangential to the whole issue.

So Jazz got ahold of my iPad, open to said report, and, because ‘head of special ops’ translates to ‘incurable fucking snoop’ in personal relationships, read it, and then he chirped it to Optimus, and Optimus, who goes around vacuuming up interesting information about humans like my dog sucks up spilled shredded cheese from the kitchen floor, hadn’t quite run across that tidbit yet, and freaked. In a very gentle and stately manner, of course, because he’s still Optimus Prime. But he freaked.

The reasoning went thus: the humans are risking themselves daily driving to work. It is probably the riskiest thing they do every day.

This includes the human researchers. Actually, it especially means the researchers, who are crossing town on a daily or weekly basis to get to the base.

And to go to the grocery store. And things like that.

Cybertronians are far better drivers than humans. It’s more like walking to them. Besides, they can always transform and save the human, right? Or just dodge.

So for all the ‘bots with human friends, Optimus suggested that they try to minimize our driving time.

Which why my name was mud on base just now. It’s all very well and good for Sam, because Bumblebee is his first and only car, and they have something worked out with driving, but for Captain Lennox suddenly dealing with a very protective Ironhide? Hoo boy. And of course it’s my fault, because I was the twit who left my tablet lying around where an incurable fucking snoop can find it.

Because of course the jerk’s figured out how to get past the fingerprint scanner. No boundaries.

So I was pissed too. Not only because of the lack of personal boundaries, not only because Jazz was trying to babysit me, but because I too had a car I’d brought with me to grad school, and I preferred to drive myself, thanks. Meant I didn’t have to wait to go shopping. There’s also just the simple fact of, yeah, I love my research, I love the ‘bots, but I want a life outside of that, too. Oh, and also, I’d like to be able to go to a party without coordinating with Jazz. Ya know, little unreasonable things like that.

Oh, and I liked my car. His name was Blur, which for some reason made Jazz laugh hysterically when I told him, and he was a Honda Fit, a nice little car that resembled nothing more than a fat, happy, blue tadpole. He could haul like a pickup truck if I needed to, and I’d gone camping in him repeatedly, and he got 40 mpg. Jazz was wonderful, but he had nowhere to put the fucking groceries. Let alone camping supplies. Or the dog crate.

Jazz had looked up the safety specs on Blur when he’d first realized I drove that thing. Blur’s tadpole-ness was not, Jazz felt, an endearing quality. Especially when the info on the 2013 Honda Fit came back, saying it scored top points in collisions from all directions save the front, which it tanked on. Probably because the snub-nosed design meant that in a front-end collision, the driver would receive a lapful of engine.

“Okay,” I’d said, “then I won’t run into anything with the front of the car.”

Jazz had made a gesture like a human tearing their hair, both hands on his sensory horns, and gone, “Arrrgh!”

Honestly, it wasn’t the best retort, I’ll admit that. But it lost me the argument. Jazz was taking me grocery shopping. Blur sat sadly in the driveway, and got sat on by the neighborhood cats.

But I had one final volley in my arsenal.

You see, grocery shopping is fun. I get to putter around and think about eating tasty things. I get to stare at all sorts of tasty things, and decide what I’ll get and what I’ll do with them, and it’s just plain nice.

Translation: I can and will spend an hour per grocery store, if I think I can get away with it.

Which brings us back to the bok-choi and my angrily bee-deeping cell phone.

I pondered the bok-choi, then decided to go to the international market. Now it was apple time. This store had an entire stand dedicated to apples, some of which I could only find in the farmers market back home. I decided to rub it in a little more. I pulled out the phone and took a picture, then texted it to Jazz. Look at all the apples, I said. Deciding on one variety this week’s going to be hard! Pink Lady is one of my favorite, but there’s definitely a new variety here I haven’t heard of…

You are EVIL, the response read.

Hey, I’m not even at TJ’s yet, I sent. We’ll hit that next.

ARRGH.

I snickered, and went back to the apples.

Bee-deep.

I looked at the phone, expecting more robot bitchery, and instead saw, Do not come out the front of the store.

“The fuck?” I said aloud, and then I heard it.

The crash.

The distinctive sound of a large robot fist hitting a large robot face. Or other body part. A sort of clanging thump. And then a screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech of metal on asphalt.

“Oh,” I said. Well, so much for the shopping. Apparently I was evacuating a grocery store today, if the manager didn’t get their act together right quick.

A tumultuous half hour later, involving a lot of speaking calmly in a loud voice and directing people out the back of the store and to a safe distance, and free groceries, I sat in the parking lot next to Jazz, who was picking bits of metal out of his fists and looking sheepish.

“Well,” he said.

“Well,” I said.

“I didn’t realize Barricade was around. He’s using some sort of cloaking technology we’re unfamiliar with,” said Jazz, looking, if possible, even more sheepish. “It wasn’t planned. I think he picked up my signature and took the opportunity.”

I looked around the parking lot. Jazz and Barricade had been hurling shopping carts for a bit there. There was one in a tree, looking oddly festive, surrounded by bright yellow palo verde blossoms. “I see,” I said.

“Clean up should be here soon.” Jazz stood, and winced as he did. Barricade had scratched his leg pretty good, though he assured me it was fine. Ratchet was on his way anyhow, because he couldn’t trust any of the Autobots to accurately report damage, slaggit. “Um.”

Pause.

“Maybe,” said Jazz, in the distinct tones of someone conceding a point they really, really didn’t want to concede, “maybe you are safer doing the shopping in that little blue death trap.”

I grinned. That was about as good as I was going to get.

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blacklotus71 · 7 years

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Hey, it’s me.

Hey, it’s me. I’m the girl in the back of the class. The quiet rebel without friends. The smart girl with eczema on her face and arms and neck. The one the guys always said was ugly and the one the girls said, “Oh, nobody wants her.” Yeah, that was me.

Two of the most important things to me were: my ballet classes and when the next meeting of the revolutionaries would take place.

When I was in ballet, I was the graceful swan that made my teacher cry. I was elegant and graceful and no one talked about my eczema. We all just wanted to get to the pirouette on the next 8 count without stepping in blood on the floor. (Someone always had something in their toe shoes burst and we’d have to watch it close because slipping on blood en pointe was not cute.

Suffice it to say, I didn’t believe in love. Like a sweeping romantic, knock you off your feet and float in the clouds love. I was surrounded by meh. Parents getting divorced and whatnot.

Then, I got a job. I had no clue, but this guy was crushing on me hard. Super hard. And I got one of the guys at school (after I joined the track team, I was off limits to be talked about. I was periodically invisible.) a job with me at the restaurant and we worked great as a team. I did some tutoring on the side for money (along with term papers) but nothing felt like love.

One night, I’m cleaning up and a person I’ll call JG, was sitting on the counter watching me. He was in a position of authority. He was a nice guy but I was not interested. I had given up on ALL sexes at this point. It was about living in my writing, where my life was wonderful and I didn’t have eczema and my hair was always perfect and I wore the right clothes...but, there was this guy. He was sitting on the counter watching me clean. So, I go to sweep past him and he just pulls me up in his arms and kisses me on the mouth. Just swoop and kiss.

High school girl kissed by Assistant Manager-read all about it.

He would ride his bike over to my house to see me. He was mad at me because I worked on prom night and didn’t tell him. He said he would have taken me. But I said, “I just didn’t want to go. I just don’t have friends and I don’t like those people.”

He was like, “Okay.” And I thought that was that.

Then, he started getting more aggressive, friskier and stuff. I was like whoa, my goal in life was to stay a virgin until college or even after. (I was a high school baby for my folks). Meanwhile, I had one person I thought was my friend. Her mom was nice to me. She seemed annoyed a lot of the time when I wanted to do friend like stuff, but she would listen. I’m like cool. She needed a job. Oh, come work with me at this restaurant. Besides, I’m leaving for a job at a video store. It was a dream job because I started to hate that food and I got commission.

Old boy called less and less. He stopped by less and less.

It took me a minute to figure it out.

See the person i thought was my friend, was not. She had a bag lady kinda look-baggy clothes, a bit overweight, hair was not great, but you could over look it-and I was shocked.

She gave it up to him.

Yeah, my friend had sex with a dude I was semi seeing but apparently, I wasn’t moving fast enough or having sex fast enough. It hurt.

And she went overseas and had a mutual friend address a letter to me at my college. I was excited but when I opened it, I saw her hand writing and she just ripped me to shreds for no reason. She said all kinds of mean things to me, so I said “Fuck them both.” (One has apologized to me, but you know, it won’t ever be the same, in my opinion. I feel a bit fake sometimes when I comment or something on her pictures and stuff.)

Besides, she was only good enough to take out my leftovers. I don’t think he wanted her, he just wanted to fuck and she gave it up willingly and happily. I don’t know if they got married but I did see him later and he tried to talk to me. I was in shock, like, “Are you serious?”

I lived, I moved, I had kids. But I never really fell in love. Like swept off my feet love. It was like strong like. And it’s okay because I can admit this now. Sadly, I think my ex felt the same. We made two beautiful kids but honestly, neither one of us needed to be in that toxic relationship with his mother (who loved to tell me how she dated a black guy once).

I digress.

Today, I’m at home, cruising news on my ipad with my niece, nephew and daughter running around being kids when I saw it.

And when I saw it, it made me feel what love is and what it could be if I opened myself up to it. If I allow myself to be open to receive it.

It also made me cry because I was happy to see this happen. I was happy to see a black girl in the lead of a movie written by a black woman in an interracial relationship. I mean, Nicola Yoon gets it. She really gets it. And she filled the emptiness...the void of black protagonists in books.

I watched and I believe true love is out there. It exists. I can wait. I’ve waited this long and when I’m ready, it will be there for me.

So, here’s the clip that gave me all the feelings:

youtube

I don’t care what anyone says. All the people that disagreed with the clip and said it gave too much away. It was just right, to me. And it gave me hope.

And inspiration to keep writing.

#ugly #eczema #alone #nicola yoon #everything everything #love

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