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everydaydreamer · 2 months
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Jealousy
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Summary: While watching JJ play basketball, someone has taken a liking to you. JJ, however, is not having it
Warnings: friends to lovers, angst, arguing, jealousy, fluff, kissing
"Yo Y/n, you wanna go to the basketball court with us?" John B asks as he puts on his shoes. You thought about other things you could do. Sarah was spending the day with Wheezie for sister bonding time. Kie was stuck working at the Wreck. That left you all alone with the boys.
With no plans, you agreed "I guess so." JJ and Pope walk in right as you agreed. "Sweet! You could be our cheerleader" JJ winks at you and moves to the kitchen to open a beer.
"You really shouldn't be drinking alcohol before playing basketball. It could mess with your game" Pope tells him.
JJ rolls his eyes "Come on I'm like the best player out of the three of us. If anything, it'll make me be at the same level as you two"
You roll your eyes at the blonde and get up from the couch. "So he'll be tipsy and delusional. What's new?" You remark as you walk past him to grab waters. "Rude" you hear him mutter.
You take his beer and shove a cold water bottle in his hand. "Hey-" he begins but you cut him off. "Can we go soon?"
"What's your hurry? Gotta date or something?" JJ asks with a hint of jealousy, which you of course don't notice. You never do.
"No I just don't want to be in here any longer" you glare at him. "Yeah let's go" John B states and grabs his keys to the Twinkie.
When you arrive to the basketball court, four other guys were there too. Three were playing while one was on the bench. It didn't look like he was playing at all.
All of you pile out of the twinkie and onto the court. "Hey, you mind if we play against you?" John B asks. The other guys agree and the game begins. You sat on a bench on the opposite side of the court.
You honestly had no clue what was going on. Sports was never your thing so you didn't know jackshit about the scoring or the rules. You were only there for moral support and water supply.
You felt a pair of eyes on you, it was the boy on the bench across the court. When he saw you look back at him, he smiled and waved. You did the same thing back.
He took that as an invitation and began walking towards you. "Hi, do you mind if I sit here? It's kinda lonely over there."
"Sure" you agree with a kind smile. You scoot over to make some room for him. "I'm Alex" he holds out his hand for you to shake. "Y/n" you shake his hand.
"So why aren't you playing?" You ask him. "Sports aren't really my thing. I'm just here for moral support." He replies with a shrug.
"Me too! My other two friends were busy so I ended up stuck with those three heathens" You both laugh.
"So which one is your boyfriend? Is it the blonde one?" Alex boldly asks you.
"Oh uh I don't have a boyfriend. And JJ and I are just friends." you awkwardly chuckle.
"Oh sorry! It's just I couldn't help but notice how he's been glaring at me ever since I sat here" he rubbed his neck in embarrassment.
"He's just protective is all. He's like that with all of us." It was true, you weren't special compared to everyone else. He just loved his friends and wanted them to be safe is all.
JJ watched as you talked to the random boy. He tried to stay focused on the game but it was hard when another guy was flirting with you.
His girl.
Something snapped in him when he saw the boy take out his phone and hand it to you. "Hey can we take a 5? I need a water break." The rest of the guys nod and JJ jogs over to you.
"Hey princess," he greets with a smile, "who's your friend?" He picks up his water bottle and chugs, trying to cool down his body temperature not just from the game.
"Uh this is Alex. Alex this is JJ." You introduce the two of you. "Nice to meet you" Alex kindly smiles and offers his hand to JJ. However, JJ didn't shake it. He only hums and continues drinking his water.
Alex let's out an awkward laugh and puts down his hand. You glare at JJ, why is he being so rude?
After the game ends, John B tells you they're ready to leave now. "Well I guess I'll text you later Y/n." Before you could reply, JJ comes and grabs your wrist. It wasn't a harsh grip, he would never be harsh with you, you were just caught off guard.
"I suggest you stop talking to my girl" JJ glares at Alex once again and brings you to the car. You look at JJ confused and then give Alex an apologetic look. "I'm sorry" you mouth to him and he just gives a tight lipped smile.
When you get in the twinkie, JJ doesn't say anything or even look at you. You were angry. Why was he acting this way? You did nothing wrong!
Once you arrive back at the Chateau, JJ gets out and heads straight to the guest room. You decide enough is enough and follow him.
When you slam open the door, he's shirtless. Normally, the sight would have you gawking but not this time. "What the fuck is your problem?!" You yell at him.
"You! You are my fucking problem!" He points at you. "What the hell did I do?!" You were offended and confused by his words, "I never did anything to you!"
"No? It's not like you don't ignore my feelings every day! Or that you don't flirt with guys and break my fucking heart every damn time!" He runs his hand through his sweaty hair.
Your eyes widened at the confession. "JJ what the hell are you talking about?" Your voice was calmer now.
He takes a few deep breaths and looks away from you. "I was jealous okay? I saw you laughing and smiling with him. And all I could think about was how I wanted to be the one making you laugh. I wanted to see you smile at me like that." He still didn't look at you, too embarrassed about finally opening up to you.
"JJ," he shakes his head. "You don't have to say anything. I'm just sorry about how I acted." He looked at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the room.
You step closer to him but he still never looked at you. "JJ please look at me" you hold his cheeks and lift up his head. His eyes soften when he sees you up close. You've never been this close to him before, he could get used to this.
"I love you" His eyes widen at your confession.
"W-what?" His voice was quiet, no louder than a whisper.
"I, Y/n L/n, am in love with you JJ Maybank." You say it slowly while looking into his eyes, allowing the words to sink into his brain.
"I- I love you too Y/n." You smile which makes him relax. You finally connect lips and it feels like the stars align. JJ brings you in closer. Now that he has you, he never wants to let you go.
He did have to let you go to breathe though. "You called me your girl" you blush. You finally remember the words he told Alex before dragging you into the twinkie.
"Hell yeah you're my girl" he pulls you impossibly closer. "I'm JJ Maybank's girl," you fiddle with his shark tooth necklace, "I like that" you say looking up at him.
He smiles, "me too"
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drudyslut · 3 months
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Idk if you can make this into a fic (if you can please do so) but I just wanted to share this thought: so it’s starting to get colder outside and the pogues suggest going in the hot tub but you don’t get and just sit on a chair nearby and then you’re offered a drink and you decline and then you’re offered some weed and decline and someone is like “y/n not going in the hot tub, not drinking, not smoking, you pregnant or something” in a joking tone but then you just smile at jj and everyone realizes that you are and you tell jj that you were gonna tell him tonight before you guys went to sleep.
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of alcohol and weed, jj fluff!🥰
loved this request, unsure how i feel about my execution of it, hopefully i did it justice, i loooove me some jj fluff 🥺🤍
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“It’s cold out here, who wants to get in the hot tub?” you hear John B ask.
All of your friends had excitedly nodded at the idea, rushing inside to get themselves ready, no one noticing that you had remained seated. You crossed your arms, rubbing your hands up the sides of your arms as you waited on your friends to return.
JJ was the first to emerge back outside, his face pulled into a frown when he noticed you hadn’t moved from your spot.
“What’s wrong princess, don’t wanna join us in the Cat’s Ass?”
You giggle at the horrendous name he’d given the hot tub, shaking your head as you lift your head to meet his blue eyes.
“No i’m okay”
JJ frowns more, plopping in the chair beside you and placing a warm hand on your clothed thigh.
“Is somethin’ wrong?”
You give him a small smile, placing your hand on top of his large one.
“No ‘m fine, promise”
He nods his head, ultimately letting the subject go and hopping into the hot tub, all of your friends joining him shortly after.
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“Y/N are you sure you don’t wanna join us?” Sarah asks, her arms tossed over the side of the tub.
“No i’m okay Sare, thank you though”
Your friends glanced around at one another, their eyes finally landing on JJ who just gives them a small shrug.
“I’m gonna go grab some beers, J, you still rollin’ up?” John B asks as he pulls himself from the tub, quickly wrapping a towel around himself.
“Yeah already got some rolled, we’ll light one up when you get back”
John B grins widely, giving a small nod and rushing into the chateau, reappearing minutes later with 6 beers in hand. He begins passing the beers out, slowly walking toward you last, offering you the final beer.
You awkwardly cough, shaking your head ‘no’. “ ‘M good JB, thank you though”
John B narrows his eyes, his head tilted slightly to the side, “What’s up with you Y/L/N? You’ve never been one to turn down a cold beer, or time in the hot tub”
You awkwardly laugh, unsure of what to say to that. You did have your reasons for declining everything so far, but you weren’t ready to speak on it, not until you talked to JJ first.
“I’m just not feeling the best” you lie, but it wasn’t a complete lie, you hadn’t been feeling like yourself lately.
“Well are you at least gonna smoke with us? That might help!” Kiara chimes in, the joint in her hand as she takes a small puff of the substance.
“No, I-I’m okay”
Your friends were beginning to make it very hard to keep your secret, offering you all the things they knew you loved but couldn’t partake in at the moment.
Pope chuckles, “What, are you pregnant or something? No hot tub, no beer, no weed”
His tone was joking, but the smile on your face and the soft look you’d given JJ was confirmation enough for everyone.
“Wait- You’re pregnant?” JJ asks, hopping up and out of the tub, rushing to your side quickly.
He drops to his knees, his arms flying around your waist as he rests his head softly on your stomach.
You run your fingers through his soft blond locks, “Yeah, I just found out today. I was gonna tell you before we went to bed tonight, but I guess now works too”
You hear the whoops and hollers from your friends, everyone rushing from the tub and surrounding you and JJ. You felt your eyes well up with tears, the happiness surrounding you making your heart swell.
JJ chokes out a laugh, his eyes filled with tears as well as he runs his hand over your belly, “My girl is having my baby”
You giggle, letting a tear fall from your eyes, “Yes, we’re having a baby, J”
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starkowswife · 3 months
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J.M / ALL MY FAULT
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pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader
summary: Jj convinces you to go surfing with him during a storm, you end up hurt and he feels awful.
a/n: this is kinda shitty and not at all proofread so i’m sorry but i love the idea of this js wish i wrote it better.
warning: mentions of blood and bruises, let me know if there should be others.
“oh come on y/n stop being such a baby” Jj teased. there was a bad storm coming but he was still trying to convince me to go surfing with him. “i love you Jayj but we’re gonna die if we surf right now, this is meant to be a really bad storm, after the storms cleared up i’ll surf with you, yeah?” i tried reasoning. “oh come on pleaseeee” he begged. “fine if it’ll shut you up” i mumbled but i couldn’t stop myself from slightly smiling as i saw how happy he got.
once we got out to the water i had a bad feeling. “J the waves are huge” i pointed out, hoping he’d change his mind. “it’ll be fine love, calm down” he responded as he kissed my temple and put his arm around me. “come on let’s go catch this wave it looks like it’ll be a good one”.
after a while of surfing you were starting to enjoy yourself as the worry faded, but then just as you were trying to catch a wave, it was so bad it pushed you right over and you fell off your surfboard. “Y/N” i heard Jjs muffled voice shout. i started to panic. i was too scared to actually swim properly so i was flailing around and could get back to the surface. just as i got back up another wave came and knocked me over again. i hit my face on my surfboard really hard then fell underwater again. Jayj swam towards me and pulled me back up for air. “shit angel are you okay?” he said while wiping the blood away from my nose, caused by hitting it just before. i was shaking, crying and i couldn’t get the words out so i just shook my head. J held me tight and grabbed our boards and quickly headed back home while the waves were calm for a moment.
when we got back he sat me on the counter in the bathroom and started cleaning me up. “shh it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay” he said trying to comfort me, but he sounded like his voice cracked in the middle of it, it sounded like he was, crying? by now i had started to calm down and had regulated my breathing. “i know my face just hurts a bit, are you okay though? you sound like you’re about to cry” i sniffled. he’s been avoiding eye contact the whole time and now is avoiding my question. “Jay?” i question and put my hand on his chin to lift his face up. i see a stray tear fall. “what’s wrong baby?” i ask calmly. he takes a deep breath before answering “this is all my fault” he mumbles so quietly it’s barely audible. “what?” i gasp, completely dumbfounded that he would even think for a second that any of this is his fault, how could it be? “this is all my fault y/n! i forced you into coming surfing with me even though there was a storm and now you’ve hurt your pretty little face” he slightly raised his voice, sounding panicked, as he gently runs his hand over my, now bruised, cheekbone. “this isn’t your fault Jayj i promise, i know you’d never intentionally let me get hurt, it’s okay.” i said, hoping it would make him feel better about the situation. “now let’s go just relax and watch a movie for a bit love”
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featherandferns · 10 months
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surfs up (fic)
jj maybank x fem!reader | part of the F.W.B universe, but can be read as a standalone too!
content warning: drug use; mentions/discussions of sex
word count: 4k.
Blurb: you meet JJ's friends. whilst Kiara and Sarah grill you about your boyfriend, John B and Pope are still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that you've managed to tie JJ down.
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The mirror could do with a clean. You look past the smudges and marks on the glass to focus on parting your hair with a comb. It’s freshly washed and wet, dripping down your bare back.
“Do you have to do that naked? It’s like torture,” JJ complains from the bed.
You don’t look away from your handy work as you reply. “You know, if we go to war, and you get captured, you’re in for a big shock.”
JJ hurls a pillow towards you and it hits you in the side before you have time to dodge, making you laugh.
“I don’t understand why you’re styling your hair anyway. We’re going surfing,” he says.
“I always style my hair.”
“I don’t get why. I mean, I never style mine."
Turning around to take him in, you reply, sarcastically, “you don’t say.”
JJ’s laid on his back on the bed, naked save from his boxers, eyes closed, his hair pointing in any which way. You know that for him, getting ready will consist of switching into some swim shorts, pulling on one of the many tee-shirts on the floor (that won’t stay tidy, no matter how hard you try), and shoving a cap over his unruly hair. You watch as his hand lazily searches for another pillow to toss, coming up short. A vape gets thrown instead, hitting your thigh.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.”
Looking back to the mirror, you thread the comb through some strands, encouraging them to fall the right side of your head.
“Your hair's just gonna get wet anyway. I don’t know why you’re bother-Oh.”
“What?” you grumble, not liking how his voice has suddenly dropped off. He doesn’t reply. Starts giggling to himself like a schoolgirl. You roll your eyes, looking to him again. “What?”
“You tryn’a look pretty for my friends?”
“Shut up.”
“You are! You wanna look pretty for when you meet them!”
“Shut up!” you repeat, louder. Your face is flushing hot with embarrassment. “I just wanna make a good first impression.”
“Babe, they're so chill, you could walk in half naked and it’d make a good impression. I mean, you basically already did with John B.”
“Please don’t remind me of that,” you whine.
The comb gets dumped on the dresser. JJ’s grinning at you from the bed – you can see his pearly whites reflecting in the mirror – and you somehow refrain from rolling your eyes again. Okay, sure, maybe you are spending a bit more time than usual on how you look and are overthinking how you’re going to dress for this chill-out-surf-day on the beach…But you want JJ’s friends to like you. Think good of you.
JJ hasn’t let up on teasing you. In silent retaliation, when you reach down to collect a tee shirt from the ground, you make a show to bend over forwards, the back of your legs facing him. JJ groans.
“That’s just mean.”
“What is?” you ask innocently, standing upright again, tee shirt in hand.
“You’re not playing fair,” JJ tells you.
Smirking, you open a dresser draw and shove in the tee. There’s no point wasting time folding it, as it’s only going to end up on the bedroom floor again by tomorrow. Opening the second drawer, you dig through your clothes that have gradually accumulated in JJ’s room at the chateau. Digging out a two-piece and a pair of shorts, you move to get dressed.
“Do you think we got time for a quickie?” JJ asks.
You bark out a laugh. “We really don’t.”
“Sure we do. Please.”
“Are you seriously begging me to have a quickie with you-” you glance to the bedside table’s clock, reading the time “-ten minutes after we said we’d meet your friends outside?”
JJ shrugs, sitting up. “I’m very fast.”
“That’s usually not the kind of thing guys brag about,” you remind him.
Your shorts are on now, and you reach around to tie the back of your bikini top.
“I’m serious. In and out, I swear. Two minutes tops.”
“And they say romance is dead.”
“Baby…”
“JJ,” you mimic. “No means no.”
He grunts and flops back on the bed, dramatic. You grab at another tee shirt on the floor (I mean, are these things multiplying?) and toss it at him. It lands on his face and he groans.
“Get dressed. I’m gonna brush my teeth.”
“Boo.”
You laugh to yourself as you walk out his bedroom, into the bathroom. As you brush, you inspect your face for any blemishes, and your hair for any stray strands which have fallen away. There’s a nervous thrum in your chest, over-layed with excitement; similar to the kind you get before a match.
You know JJ’s friends are far from snobbish. They’re perhaps the most easy-going people on earth. But earning their approval weirdly means a lot to you. Maybe it’s because JJ doesn’t seem very close with his family – at least, he never talks about them with you – so this feels akin to meeting the parents. You also have a sense that his friends inform a lot of his thoughts and decisions, and so if you were to slip up, maybe they’d somehow convince him to leave you. Whilst the pair of you have only been official for a couple of weeks, nearing to a month, you already feel how attached you’re becoming to him. How you save your dirtiest jokes for him and make a mental note of any anecdote at work that you know will have him in stiches. And the sex is better than it ever was before.
By the time you’re done in the bathroom, JJ’s pulling on his boots. He’s dressed in an old work muscle-tee and some swim shorts (just as you suspected) and there’s a cap waiting on his bed. The red one. You smile, sit down and pick it up.
“Think this is my favourite one,” you tell him. You inspect the front and read the branding.
JJ takes it from you and places it on your head, pushing down on the lip of the cap so it blocks your vision. Makes you laugh.
“Looks good on you too,” he says. “Not as good as I look on you…”
“We’re not having a quickie, JJ.”
“Damn it. Ah well, worth a shot.”
You take off the cap and hand it back to him, getting up. JJ’s kicking your trainers towards you and you slide them on rather easy, without having to untie the laces. Then the two of you are heading out the house and out the front door. The butterflies that had momentarily let up in the bedroom are back, beating their wings in full force at the sight of his friends gathered around the back of the house. Kiara is sat in the hammock, scrolling on her phone, and Sarah is half-laying at her feet. Pope is lent against the tree. He’s talking to John B, who’s sat on one of the low deckchairs, eyes closed and nodding along. JJ whistles as the two of you approach, catching their attention. When their heads turn to look at you, it makes you think of hawks fixating on prey.
“Yo. Good to go?”
“Only been waiting for ten minutes,” Pope says.
“Wasn’t it Newton who said time is relative?”
“No. That was Einstein, genius,” Pope corrects.
JJ rolls his eyes. “Whatever. We’re here now.”
Sarah’s on her feet, walking over to you, smiling with a hand outstretched. “Hi! I’m Sarah!”
“Hi,” you smile, shaking her hand, introducing yourself. Kiara follows second. Pope nods at you from the tree, introducing himself, and John B gives a small wave.
“We’ve technically already met,” he says, making you laugh through your embarrassment.
“Technically.”
“Come on!” Kiara’s calling, half-way to the twinkie. “We’re missing all the good waves!”
“Who’s got the cooler?”
“Already packed."
"Yeah, we had some time to kill...”
“Boards?”
“Attached to the roof.”
“I mean, can you seriously not see them? You do have eyes, right?”
“Shut it, Pope.”
You tag behind the gang, barely following their constant banter, chuckling at the antics. It seems they have a routine. John B and Sarah climb in the front, the former sitting behind the steering wheel. Kiara slides open the back door and her and Pope climb in first, taking the back seat. JJ offers you a hand as you step in. You take the spot nearest the steering wheel – a strange box-like podium that you imagine is hollow for storage – whilst JJ slides the door shut. He sits near your feet, leant against the wall of the front seats. The engine has spluttered to life and the radio begins to play Marley. The gang gives a few whoops of excitement as you set off towards the beach, away from the marsh.
By the time you pull up to the beach, Pope has explained the theory of the universe; JJ and John B have gotten into a brief, fleeting argument about whether Atlantis could be real; Sarah reminisced about the last time she went surfing; and Kiara has gone on a semi-heated tangent about litter on the beaches. Your cheeks ache from smiling and laughing. Whilst you haven’t fully stuck your neck out yet to join in, you’re content just listening to the gang bicker and beam.
As the engine shuts off, JJ reaches down to squeeze a hand on your shoulder. “Ready to ruin your hair?”
Mirthfully, you roll your eyes. “Can’t look any worse than yours.”
Pope ooo’s at the burn whilst Kiara whistles lowly, grinning.
Then everyone’s getting to their feet, hopping out the car, retrieving gear and supplies to lug down onto the sand. JJ carries his board and the cooler, and you lug the paddle board and a tote bag of snacks. John B and Sarah settle on a good spot, just shy of the dunes, far enough from the water that there’d be plenty of time before the tide comes in to pack up and leave. As everyone starts to dump the stuff, Kiara pulls out a blanket to lay out. A speaker beeps to life and Pope connects. Classics ranging from the sixties through to the noughts begin to play, encapsulating the feeling of summer. It’s hot under the sun but not uncomfortable. There’s a slight breeze that could catch someone out with thinking they’d avoid a sunburn.
“Who’s up for some waves?” JJ asks, pulling off his tee.
“Hell yeah,” John B grins.
“I’m in,” Pope agrees.
Sarah’s situated herself on the rag-tag blanket, pulling out a nail file. “I’m gonna wait a bit longer.”
Kiara is pulling out a joint and lounging back on the sand. It’s answer enough that she’s skipping out for now.
You decide to stay with the girls; wait for the waves to build some more. The guys begin to race towards the water, JJ cracking a joke to John B that earns him a shove. You shake your head as you watch the trio go. Searching around in one of the tote bags, you retrieve a packet of pretzels chips and pull it open.
“Thanks for letting me tag along today,” you say to the two girls.
“What’d you mean tag along?” Kiara frowns.
“We’ve been begging to meet you ever since JJ started hooking up with you,” Sarah tells you.
You chuckle, sceptical. “Wait? Really?”
“Yeah!” the girls chorus, making the three of you laugh.  
“God, that boy is so whipped, it’s gross,” Kiara snorts.
“It’s adorable!” Sarah corrects.
Offering around the bag to the two of them, you frown. “I don’t know about whipped…”
“Girl, you didn’t hear him,” Sarah says, amused. “After you two had been hooking up for like two weeks, he started talking about you all the time. It was hilarious.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, but he’d do it in a way that he didn’t realise he was. Like he’d just randomly have to add little bits and pieces about you into conversations,” Kiara continues.
“Thanks to him we know your favourite sandwich.”
“And your favourite colour.”
“Favourite TV show…”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” you laugh. Your face feels burning hot. Glancing out to the waves, spotting the three guys wading out on their boards, you smile to yourself. You never knew that. “That’s kinda sweet, actually.”
“So…he treating you well?” Kiara asks.
You look back to them and smile, nodding.
“It’s so weird for me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about someone before. I mean, I’ve cared a lot for people, but only like my parents and stuff. And, for most people, you’re born with that sort of affection for them, you know? But with JJ…I just felt it sort of grow until I couldn’t imagine going a day without seeing him.”
The moment the words leave your mouth, you cringe. Laughing in spite of yourself, you add, “sorry. That was gross.”
“It was adorable!” Sarah is practically giddy. Kiara and you laugh. “We’ve been waiting for the right girl to get to him.”
“I knew he was a romantic at heart,” Kiara nods in agreement.
“Wait. Is he romantic?” Sarah asks, looking to you once more.
You grab another pretzel and eat it as you think.
“I guess. We’re not really the mushy-shit type couple. But he’s kind of thoughtful. Does these little things for me sometimes. Like, I told him that I used to have chocolate-covered strawberries with my nana on picnics when I was younger, and that they remind me of her. I don’t even know how it came up, really. But the next day he’d made me some as a surprise. It was kinda sweet.”
“No doy – his love language is acts of service,” Kiara shrugs. She flicks on her lighter.
“What’d you mean?”
“Like, he expresses his love and affection for people through actions,” she tells you. “I’m telling you, that’s what it is.”
“What are the other types of love language again?” Sarah wonders.
“Lemme think. There’s gift giving, words of affirmation…”
As Kiara continues to list them off, you look out to the water and mull it over. You catch sight of JJ surfing, dipping in and out of the waves, weightless like a feather, as if he were born and bred on the water. You’d played down the chocolate covered strawberries story. There was more to it then him just doing it out of the blue.
That night, the two of you had decided to watch a movie. An old classic came on – one of the Monroe films – and you went into this random spiel about how your nana used to be the biggest Monroe fan. That went into JJ asking about your family, and you nana, and you telling the chocolate strawberries story. You got a little tearful at the memory, knowing that you wouldn’t have a moment like that with her again, and JJ made a point to tell an embarrassing story from middle school gym to cheer you up. The night had gone on and you didn’t think much more of it. The next day, JJ texted you to meet him in the marsh. When you arrived, there was a blanket laid out and some snacks and drinks (mostly beer) laid out. He seemed somewhat embarrassed, as if worried it was too much. The two of you hadn’t really done an official date: mostly movie-nights and sometimes grabbing lunch purely out of hunger. But you’d never had someone do something like that for you. Then, bashful, he'd opened up a Tupperware and held it out to you, offering you a chocolate covered strawberry. Come to think, it might have been the most romantic thing anybody had ever done for you.
But telling the girls all of that felt like you might take something away from the memory. You knew JJ liked his reputation. You understood, having one of your own somewhat. The fact that he had done it without being prompted, out of the kindness of his heart and his feelings for you…It made you feel special and wanted. And what other feeling do humans crave from another, other than that? No. You’ll keep those details to yourself. They can just know about the strawberries.
“No, no, John B’s definitely a words of affirmation sort,” Sarah is saying pointedly.
Kiara’s shaking her head in disagreement. “Quality time, all the way.”
“Quality time’s Pope’s thing,” the blonde argues.
“He’s surprisingly really into words of affirmation, in his awkward Pope-ish way,” Kiara informs, taking a drag.
“Wait, I’m confused. Are you and Pope a thing?” you can’t help but ask Kiara.
She looks away from both you and Sarah as she takes another hit. The smell of weed is gradually building. “Not exactly.”
“That’s not a no,” Sarah grins, teasingly.
“And it’s not a yes,” she affirms, shooting a glare. It softens, as she struggles to find her words. “It’s a…”
“Complicated?” you offer.
She smiles at you, grateful. “Yeah. 'Complicated’.”
“I know complicated,” you chuckle. “Used to be the queen of complicated.”
“You mean like before you and JJ were official?” Sarah wonders.
You nod. Resting back on your bent arms, you sigh.
“It was so hard to tell where we stood sometimes. And whenever I’d try and start up a conversation about it, he’d get all weird and defensive and stuff.”
“Yep. That sounds like JJ,” Kiara chuckles, a little sadly.
“For the record,” Sarah chimes in. “I knew he liked you from the first time he got with you.”
“Oh?”
“Oh yeah. He just seemed lighter. Happier.”
“Sex does that to people,” you chuckle, brushing it off.
“No, I’m telling you. He was a goner from the start.”
“Did you forget the sandwich-colour-TV-show story?”
You laugh, waving them away. “I’m just pretty decent in bed, is all.”
“No kidding. You know what JJ says right?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t know!?”
“What? What don’t I know?” you worry, sitting up again.
Kiara and Sarah are making faces at each other, laughing. You confusion twists into anxiety that eases the moment Sarah looks at you again.
“Okay, okay, so we’re hanging out at the chateau one night, right?” she begins.
“And JJ’s drunk as a skunk, okay? Like really wasted.”
“And high.”
“Yeah, and high,” Kiara nods, chuckling at the memory. “So John B asks about who the girl he accidentally bumped into the hallway was, the other night.”
You throw your face into your hands with a groan. Are you ever going to live that down?
“Well, at first JJ tries to act all casual. Says you’re this side-chick he’s seeing,” Sarah continues.
“But for some reason, John B thinks that’s not the whole truth. So he starts pushing at him.”
“Eventually it all just kicks off until JJ lets slip that you’re the best sex he’s ever had,” Sarah finishes, smirking at you, almost like she’s proud.
You’re human. The indirect compliment goes straight to your head and makes it grow about ten times in size. Fighting and failing to hold off a grin, you check you heard them right.
“Really?”
The two girls nod enthusiastically.
“And, of course, we’ve never let him live it down,” Kiara smiles, sweet like a pageant queen.
Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you chuckle to yourself. This whole time, with his stupid little game of ‘best you’ve ever had?’ that he kicks up nearly every time the two of you hook-up, came from a part of him wondering if it was as good for you as it was for him. If he’s alone in feeling that way.
“I came up with the theory – which, proved to correct, might I add? – that the reason why the sex was so good is cause he had feelings for you,” Sarah proudly proclaims.
Kiara rolls her eyes as she says, “But you know JJ--”
The three of you chorus through a laugh: “deny, deny, deny.”
With that, all three of you are in hysterics. Your ribs begin to hurt from laughter. As you revel in the wonderful pain, you wonder if you’ve ever felt so at ease in your life before. It wasn’t that you didn’t have friends, but you didn’t have a group of them like this. Just people here and there who you could vent to and grab coffee with and such. But these girls liked you, and they found you funny, and they cared about what you had to say. Tied in with the added benefit of having JJ, everything felt like it was aligning just as it should.
Flopping back onto the towel, you smile at the afternoon sky. No clouds and no birds. Just endless, stretching blue.
“He’s the best sex I’ve ever had too,” you quietly confess.
The girls’ lingering giggles pause before kicking up, tenfold.
“Wait? Really?”
“Yeah,” you grin, nodding. He was. Easily. “But you tell him that, and I’ll deny it. I like that he doesn’t really know. Only has a hunch.”
“Oh yeah,” Kiara affirms. “We can’t ever give guys the satisfaction of thinking they’re actually good in bed.”
“It’s like the one thing we have,” Sarah winks.
The three of you collapse into giggles again.
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“What’d you think they’re talking about?” Pope asks, looking out to the shore at the girls.
The three guys are taking a moment to rest, sitting on their boards, legs dangling in the water. JJ can see you, lying on your back, basking in the sun. Sometimes your combined laughter is loud enough to travel out to the water. He feels like he can make out your distinct giggle easily.
“School maybe?” Pope continues to wonder.
“Dude, they’re one hundred percent talking about us,” JJ declares. “I bet my board on it.”
“You think so?”
“JJ’s right,” John B sighs, nodding. “I feel like Sarah and Kie have been dying to grill your girl for ages.”
JJ’s heart feels like it skips at beat at the phrase 'your girl. He never thought he’d hear someone say that to him. Never thought it would make him so happy to hear it. Huh.
“It’s weird seeing you in a relationship,” Pope says, as if reading his mind.
JJ frowns. “What? Like it’s hard to picture someone wanting to date me?”
“No, you moron. Hard to picture you settling for one girl. Honestly, I was worried you had nymphomania or something."
“Nympha-who-now?”
“It’s an addiction to sex,” Pope clarifies impatiently.
JJ grins, smug. “I mean, can’t say that I don’t have that.”
“JJ. Gross.”
“What? Like it’s a secret or something? You’re just jealous, Pope. Gotta get your dick wet,” JJ shrugs.
Now John B’s cringing. “Gross, JJ.”
“So conservative,” he jests, lying back on his board. Clasping his hands over his bare stomach that’s beginning to dry under the rays, he gazes up at the clear sky. “My girl treats me good. Not gonna apologise for bragging about it.”
“But you do you gotta do it in such a crude way?” Pope almost whines. JJ flips him off half-arsed.
“Never thought I’d see the day when JJ was pussy-whipped, but here I sit,” John B says. JJ flips him off too for good measure, then lets both arms flop back onto his stomach.
There’s your laugh again. Makes him smile.
“You guys like her though, right?” he can’t help but ask, after a moment of quiet. Nothing but the waves licking at the boards.  
“Yeah, man,” John B says.
“Course,” Pope seconds. “I think she’s a good match for you. And your out-of-control libido.”
“Pope, I swear to God, you say one more million-dollar-word and I’ll drown you.”
~*~*~*~*~*
As the afternoon turns to dusk, the beach day continues. The guys return to land and the girls take the boards out on the waves. You revive your chats from the beach out on the water, drifting into new topics outside of boys: like boxing and school and work and activism. By the time you’re walking back onto the shore, the boys have started up a fire. JJ offers you a sip of his beer as you ditch your board. You smile and accept, moving to sit between his legs. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him, and takes the bottle back to have another swig. Sarah settles with John B, and Kiara lounges back, her feet placed on Pope’s lap.
The music lulls out well-known hits (Come on Eileen, Build Me Up Buttercup, and the never-ending American Pie) and you bask in the warmth of the embers from the fire, drying off any speck of salt water. The bottle keeps getting handed back and forth between you and JJ, and eventually a joint joins the mix. The conversation turns easy, light-hearted jokes enhanced by the booze and weed, making everyone chuckle. Sighing, you lean your head back against JJ’s collarbones, looking up at him. He glances down at you, smiles, places a quick kiss on your lips. When his friends gently heckle the two of you, neither of you respond. As he pulls away, JJ rolls his eyes at their antics. Closing your eyes, quietly chuckling at something Pope says, you enjoy the wonderfulness of summer and your boyfriend, never wanting either thing to end.
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randomoutsiders · 10 months
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jj with a lovey dovey reader who he would do anything for >>
when jj sees her, woven beach bag draped over her shoulder, red sunglasses perched on her nose, and black polka dot one-piece hugging at her hips, he's all smiles and giddy laughter. she plops in beside him, already wiping off the incessant sand that clings to her thighs and dropping the bag between the two of them. "you're gonna burn, jayj."
he groans, pulling the lid of his cap down to cover his visage from the harmful sun's rays, slumping back down into his seat. "i'm fine. don't need it, cupcake."
she, however, is already swinging a leg over his lap, sitting happily there, and pulling the hat off his face, quickly following with his sunglasses. "i don't want you to get burned, my love."
he pouts, bottom lip peeking out enough so that she's prompted to lean down and kiss him there, and then chasing it with another one to seal the deal. "it'll be over before you know it. now no moving, for me? please?"
jj's nose wrinkles when she squeezes a dollop of white sunscreen onto his tanned cheek. "it's cold." she hums, unaffected, and gently lathers it into his dimples. "don't worry, darling, i'll be gentle. don't you worry."
he beams when she seals the bottle shut and drops it into the bag beside the pair. "all done?" he inquires, curling his arms around her middle and drawing her in closer, but frowning when she shakes her head no.
"especially," she kisses between his pinched brows. "when you're. out surfing all day, babycakes. now lay down, i've gotta get your chest."
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babeydollx · 5 months
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Intimate Friends | JJ Maybank
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❥ Warnings: cursing, hinting at smut, mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of drinking, mentions of an abusive parent, fluff, friends to lovers, slight teasing??, small hints of sex
❥ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader
❥ Summary: In which JJ and Y/N had been best friends since the sandbox days and they had both liked eachother but, neither of them knew about eachothers feelings, until their feelings for eachother come out in a unexpected way.
❥ Author's Note: I am really sorry that I habe not been posting lately. I have been dealing with a lot of personal issues and just haven't had the time to write.
© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.
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You and JJ had just gotten back to your small apartment. The two of you had been out all day with John B, Sarah, Pope, Kiara and Cleo. You had all gone surfing and driving around in The Twinkie all day, just having fun with your friends, no your family. Since JJ had a lot of issues with his father, Luke, you offered to let him stay at your place for the night since John B was not going to be at The Chateau tonight.
"Again, thank you for letting me stay, Y/N." JJ said as he sat down on your couch. "Of course, Jayj." You said with a warm smile as you put your bag down on the counter. "I know my apartment is really small and all but, you are welcome to stay anytime." You said to him as you sat down beside him on the sofa. "No, no, staying here is perfect. It is better than being with my dead beat, drunken father." He said with a sigh.
You frowned. You always felt terrible about JJ's living situation and about his relationship with his dad. He did not deserve to be treated that way at all. He was one of the most caring people you knew, and when you'd see him with cuts, bruises, blood, and scars your heart shattered into a million pieces everytime. You just wanted to get JJ out of there as soon as possible. You had always offered to let him live with you but he always rejected the idea because he felt bad for putting more onto your plate even though he wasn't.
"So, are you hungry? I can order us a pizza." You said with a smile. "Yeah, pizza sounds good, thanks Cupcake." He said with a grin. You smile and quickly walk up and go over to the counter to get your phone out ofnyour handbag before he can see your redened face.
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"I cannot believe we ate all of that pizza." You said with a laugh. "I can." JJ said. "I was starving." He chuckled. "So, do you want to watch a movie or something on Netflix?" You asked. He just nodded so you grabbed the remote. The two of you picked a movie to watch and sat together and began to watch it.
As the two of you were watching the film, you began to get cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself to try to keep warm. JJ noticed your attempts to keep yourself warm and decided to speak. "Come here." He said. "Huh?" You said as you looked over at the blonde boy. "Come here." He said again but this time he patted his lap. You looked at him in confusion. "Why do you want me to get in your lap?" You asked.
"Well you're cold, aren't you?" He asked. "I- well yeah." You said. "Well rhen come here, Cupcake." He laughed. You had sat in JJ's lap before but never when the two of you were alone. You did not really know what to expect. You sighed softly before crawling over to JJ and situating yourself into his lap. You sat down at first but then you felt uncomfortable so you shifted in his lap a little to get yourself comfortable.
JJ stiffened a little and he had bit his lip softly. As you began to feel comfortable again, you froze. You felt something poking at you through his shorts. "Can you empty your pockets?" You asked even though you knew what was poking at you, you were just in denial. "Uhm.. I don't have anything in my pockets." JJ said with a cough. "Y- you don't?" You asked. "Nope.." he mumbled awkwardly. You sat there for a minute, now processing the situation.
"I turned you on?" You asked, a little shocked. "Mhm." He hummed softly. "I- but we are friends- best friends. So you have some kind of like sexual attraction for me?" You asked. "It is more than just a sexual attraction." He sighed. "It is?" You asked. He sighed and took a second before speaking. "Look Y/N, I like you. Like really like you. I have for years now." He said. "Since we were little. No matter what girls I was hooking up with or dating, I always wanted you." He stopped and looked away.
"Wow.." You said softly. "I cannot believe this." You said. "I- I know that this may make things awkward-" "I like you too!" You blurted out, cutting his sentence off. He looked at you like he was not expecting you to feel the same way. "Like I really, really like you, Jayj." You said with a soft chuckle. He grinned when he herd you say that before pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss started off soft and sweet but then turned rough and passionate.
"How about I show you how much I like you." He said with a devilish smirk. "I would love that." You said with a grin before the two of you kissed again.
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❥ Author's Note: tysm for reading, angels!
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lerclec · 11 months
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18+ thinking about bookworm!reader playing with sub!jj’s cock while reading smut and using the book as guide to their movements 🙇‍♀️
mph!- baby please, please s-slow down
he stutters, gripping the sheets as he buckles his hips as your hand goes faster, your eyes following the words on paper, copying the action
calm down baby, i haven’t even got to the exciting part
you scoff, sitting on his knees, leaning down on his cock, swirling your tongue around the swollen tip before he lets out a scream, pulling on your hair.
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jscameron · 1 month
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jayj 🌹
jj maybanks is the type of man to worship the ground you walk on, but also not take ANY of your bratty attitude.
“baby doll, i love you but can you please stop with your fucking attitude?! shit. smoke a j or something. damn”, he says, the volume in his voice rising.
“jayj, c’mon! you know i just love to fuck with you and get mad for no reason! i’m just a crazy bitch, remember?!”, you ask.
“the fuck are you talking about, babes?”, he asks, confused.
“don’t play dumb. i know what i heard you say at the party when you were sitting with john b. you said it as i was walking away to go to the restroom — that im just some crazy bitch.”, you say, matter of factly.
“okay, for context, you are a crazy bitch”, he says, standing up now. “but you know i love you.”, he says, grazing your cheek with his fingers.
“but why was john b saying that i was?! and why did you laugh?!”, yoh ask, pushing his hand away.
“baby, we were buzzed and just talking shit. if you must know though, he was just saying that you’re crazy about me.”, he says, looking into your eyes.
“yeah?”, you ask, looking up at him.
“yeah, baby.”, he says before pulling you into a passionate kiss.
you put your hands through his blond hair that you love so much, tugging on it just a little. he grabs your wrists with one of his large hands and pins them up to the wall, he starts fondling one of your breasts with his other hand.
“jayj, are you telling me what i think you’re telling me?”, you ask, breaking your kiss, looking up at him.
“oh yeah baby. we’re fucking.”, he says picking you up in one swoop to carry you to the bedroom. 🌹
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hazyspiderwebs · 1 year
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Insomnia
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Usually you were the type that could fall asleep just about anywhere. It got to the point where whenever you and your friends would go somewhere new they would make bets as to how long it would take you to fall asleep and where would be the weirdest place you’d fall asleep. But lately you were having the opposite problem. You felt tired and wanted to sleep but your body was fighting it. You tried counting, reading, baths, video games, and even cleaning and nothing worked. JJ felt so bad for you he tried to help where he could. He read to you one night and ended up putting himself to sleep. He set up a mini fort and had a movie marathon with you and still nothing was working. As you tossed and turned your body felt hotter and you were starting to sweat. You threw all of the covers off yourself and partially off of JJ in the process. “Hey! What are you trying to do to me woman?” JJ asked playfully. That was one thing you appreciated about JJ no matter what you were going through he would always find a way to make you smile. “Sorry babe. I’m just hot and tired.” Normally he would’ve made a somewhat inappropriate joke but he also knew when to be serious. “I have an idea stay here.” You wondered what his idea was but you were too tired to really think too much of it. As you waited on JJ to return you closed your eyes again hoping your body would accept sleep this time. You could tell you still wouldn’t be sleeping for a while. As you were accepting that you suddenly felt something cold and damp across your face. JJ had taken a washcloth and put it under cold water in an attempt to cool you down. You were about to move the cloth from over your eyes when JJ stopped you “Leave it over your eyes the darkness may help you fall asleep.” “But I want to see your face.” Even covered he could still tell you were pouting. He laughed at your childish antics “My face will still be here tomorrow. I promise it’s not going anywhere.” He assured you. JJ started quietly humming your favorite song as he noticed your breathing slowing down indicating you were about to be asleep. When he was certain you were asleep he took the now warm cloth off of you and put it in the bathroom. When he came back in you were starting to shiver. He got back in bed and put the covers back over the two of you. You subconsciously wrapped yourself in the covers and stayed asleep. JJ’s heart melted as he realized just how in love with you he was. “Goodnight baby girl.” He whispered and gave you a forehead kiss.
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sunniefairy · 2 months
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⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡!𝐣𝐣 ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊
just imagine little league coach jj! he coaches your younger brother's little league team whenever he's free. the kids love him ! he's such a sweetheart :( always helping out after practice for the boys to get their batting practice in. one day you go to pick up your little brother when you spot those sun-bleached locks and goofy smile. feeling your knees get weak at the sight of his blonde hair sticking every which way from beneath his red baseball cap.
you're pretty sure you imagine him in front of you when you hear him say "hey! you're adrian's sister right!?" you almost fall over at the sound of the sickly sweet southern accent he lets out. "yeah !" you voice comes out in a squeak and you're a little embarrassed but he gives you a toothy grin, one that is holding the toothpick in his mouth as we speak. "well I must say, you're just as pretty as i imagined baby." he winks at you before saying "well i gotta run. keep up the good work lil' buddy." he says to adrian before tousling his hair and running off.
it's safe to say you go to every little league game after that with your family. always searching for that blonde head of hair from the stands hoping to just catch one more glimpse, but you don't see him for weeks, he was off with the pogues on some adventure. but the moment you see him again after weeks and weeks you finally spot him. standing next to the dugout as he yells for one of adrian's teammates to keep running and make it to home base.
you see him again after the game when he walks up to you, baseball cap in hand as his hat hair is sticking up. "hey honey." he says as he gives you his signature jj grin. "hi" you say a little meekly but he's just so pretty. "saw you up there in the stands, you look real pretty today. i like this get-up." he looks you up and down, he's referring to your little orange sundress, your hair pinned back in a claw clip due to the summer heat. "oh! thank you" you can feel a blush creep up onto your cheeks and you're pretty sure the shade of red doesn't match your sunburn.
"i was jus' thinkin', how bout' you let me take you out sometime. whaddya say?" he was looking at the ground as he speaks but you could see him look up with hopeful eyes. "sure jj..i'd love to!"
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winchester-books · 2 years
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You Think I’m Hot?
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader, John B, Sarah, Pope, Kie
Warnings: nope
w/c: 1300
Request (anon): Hi! Can I pls have a JJ Maybank imagine where the reader is a kinda shy kook but hangs with the pogues and her and JJ obviously like each other and flirt. Ty if you can.
PLEASE don’t steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))
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You had been more than a little hesitant to agree when Sarah asked if you wanted to join her, John B, and his group of friends on a boat trip for the day. You were already a relatively shy person, and being a kook in a group of pogues didn’t exactly bid well for your case of making friends or having fun. But, after some pestering from Sarah (and her promise that a certain blonde boy would be joining the trip), you finally caved and agreed to go.
You were sitting beside Sarah, who had John B on her other side. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder and he was whispering something in her ear that made her laugh. Pope and Kiara were at the front of the boat, chatting and passing a blunt back and forth. JJ was seated in the captain's chair, more focused on guiding the boat than anyone around him. 
You couldn’t help but feel awkward and out of place in the tight-knit group of pogues, unsure why Sarah had even wanted you to come in the first place. The only semi-enjoyable part of this so far had been the stolen glances you had managed to get of JJ as he manned the steering wheel. God, if only you had the courage to actually say something to him rather than just daydream about him. 
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JJ’s leg bounced nervously from his seat as he steered the boat. When John B had insisted that they invite Y/N along on their boat trip so she and JJ could get closer it had seemed like a great idea. But, at the moment, starting up a conversation with her seemed like the most terrifying thing in the world. 
He stole another look at her from the corner of his eye, she looked amazing as usual. Come on, man up! They got her to come on this trip for you, say something! He mentally scolded himself at the fact that he had yet to make a move. 
“JJ I think here’s a good spot!” Kie yelled from the bow of the ship, “Pope and I are gonna jump in and cool off,”
JJ dramatically saluted her, cutting the engine and searching for the boat’s anchor, finally spotting it at your feet. He leaned forward, reaching for it. 
You had noticed the anchor at your feet at about the same time, so you also bent over to grab it. You and JJ froze as your hands touched, “Oh, my bad,” you said quickly, trying to ignore the butterflies you got from his touch. 
He cleared his throat, freezing up for a moment. “No worries, I got it,” he finally managed, grabbing the anchor and tossing it over. 
Why was it so hard to talk to you? Normally, he could get almost any girl he wanted, flirting was something that came naturally to him. But for some reason, you just made him so nervous he could barely hold a normal conversation with you. 
You watched as Kie and Pope jumped into the ocean, laughing about something as they did so. John B and Sarah weren’t far behind them. Sarah barely got her t-shirt off before John B picked her up and jumped in with her still over his shoulder. You grimaced, facing a choice: jump in with the others and third wheel or force yourself to talk to JJ. 
“So, Y/N, how long have you and Sarah been friends?” JJ asked.
Oh great. Awkward small talk, you thought to yourself. “Umm, a while, she was the first person I met when I moved here in third grade. We’ve been pretty close ever since,”
“Cool, cool,” JJ was panicking on the inside but desperately trying to keep it cool. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you but just couldn’t shake his nerves, “Want a beer?” He asked, walking over to her side of the boat and grabbing two from the cooler that had been sitting at John B’s feet. 
“Sure,” you said, grabbing one from his extended hand. 
Before he could second guess himself, JJ plopped himself down into the seat next to you. His shoulder brushing against yours as he did so. You held back a shudder as butterflies racked your stomach once again at his touch.
The two of you sat in silence as you sipped on your drinks. JJ’s eyes noticed the gold band around your left pointer finger. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, his fingers brushing over the gold ring as he looked at it, “It’s pretty,” he said with a soft nod, “Where’d you get it?”
You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat and prayed to God that your blush wasn’t noticeable, “Uh, it was my grandma’s actually,”
“Oh nice,” he let go of your hand and held up his right hand, showing you the silver banded rings on his thumb and middle fingers. “I stole these from some random old store on the cut,” he smirked slightly, “But I wear them cause my dad always said how much my mom loved silver jewelry. I don’t remember her much, but it gives me something to remember her by,” he said with a shrug. 
“I like them a lot,” you said softly, gently grabbing his hand so you could get a better look at them. 
JJ stared at you as you intently examined his rings. “You have really pretty eyes,” he blurted out, biting his tongue milliseconds after the words left his mouth. 
You felt the hot burn of his cheeks at his compliment, “T-thank you,” you smiled, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes. 
JJ rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, embarrassed and feeling like he was making you uncomfortable. “Sorry if that was weird- I can just leave you alone,”
“No!” you said a little too quickly, “Uh- No,” you shook your head, “You aren’t bothering me at all. I just get a little shy sometimes, that’s all," you admitted. "And talking to a guy as hot as you doesn’t exactly make me any less nervous.” Your face turned bright red at that, not really sure what possessed you to say that out loud, “I mean- uh..” you grabbed ahold of your drink and finished it quickly trying to take the edge off of the embarrassment. 
“So you think I’m hot?” JJ didn’t stop the cocky smirk from flashing across his face, his ego taking a massive boost at your words. 
You ran a hand through your hair, mortified and wishing more than ever that you had told Sarah you were too busy to make it today. You jumped slightly as JJ's hand found its way to your jaw, turning your head up to look at him. 
“You have no idea how much that means to me, Y/N,”
You furrowed your brows at his words, neither of you breaking eye contact.
“I have had the biggest crush on you since I first saw you when you moved into town.” JJ felt a wave of relief as he finally admitted his feelings that he had been hiding for so long. 
“What?” You could hardly believe what he had just said.
He nodded, “How could anyone not fall for you? I just never said anything because I figured you would never like a pogue,”
“Oh please,” You stifled a small laugh. “Just ask Sarah, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since that time you punched Rafe in the face in 7th grade. I never knew what he did, but I was always sure he had it coming,”
You and JJ burst out into laughter, the tension between you finally gone as you talked. JJ’s gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and you felt your heart skip a beat, “Y/N,” he finally said, “Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” you said with a small smile.
The boy grinned, his right hand cupping your jaw as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. 
“Finally!” “Get a room!” “Atta boy JJ!”
Your cheeks grew hot at the sound of your friends yelling and cheering from the water.  JJ raised his left hand to the group, showing off his middle finger as he deepened his kiss with you.
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everydaydreamer · 6 months
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Dare
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Summary: While drunk, the Pogues dare JJ to flirt with you after seeing you stare at him. Not knowing that you already know each other.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, cursing, flirty texting, alludes to smut at the end
You were a kook and he was a pogue. He didn't want you to meet his friends just yet, scared of their reaction to him dating a kook. So you stood from the sidelines, admiring his muscles as he stretched.
It was the annual bonfire, the rare time pogues and kooks willingly go to the same place. You spotted JJ as soon as he got out of the twinkie with his friends. You wanted nothing more but to run up to him and kiss him, but you couldn't.
As if he can sense your gaze, he looks up and makes eye contact. Although you were a few feet away, you can still see his smirk and wink towards you. You look away, trying to hide the effect he has on you, but he already knows, he always does.
The friend you're with continues talking, oblivious of the fact that your attention lingers elsewhere. "So I really like Topper but I think he's still hung up on Sarah. What should I do?"
You turn back to her, "I think you should talk to him. You're amazing and if he can't see that, then he's blind as fuck."
She laughs and looks behind you. "I see him. I'm going to go talk him." You give her a smile and thumbs up before she walks off, leaving you alone.
You hear a ding and glance down at your phone. It's a text from JJ
❤️: You look hot as fuck
You were wearing a tight crop top and his favorite skirt. You looked up to see him already staring at you, giving a look you knew all too well. He was turned on.
You decided to just send a kissing emoji,
😍: 😘
He did not like that
❤️: is that all I'm getting?
😍: Maybe you'll get more later 😉
You look back up at him to see him mutter a "fuck." Unbeknownst to you and JJ, his friends saw you staring at him. They share knowing looks and decide what to do. "Yo JJ, there's a smoking hot chick that hasn't stopped looking at you. I dare you do go flirt with her." John B points out.
JJ looks at where his friend is pointing, he's pointing at you. JJ smirks, happy to flirt with you out in public instead of text. "Bet." He makes his way towards you with a smile on your face.
"Hello gorgeous." You turn around, confused as to why JJ is talking to you in public. "J what are you doing? I thought we agreed not to talk to each other in public." You looked behind you at his friends, all staring but pretend to be busy once you catch them, "especially in front of your friends."
"They dared me to flirt with you. Of course I'm not turn down the opportunity to spend time with my lovely girlfriend." You giggle which causes him to smile.
"You really do look super hot tonight. I want nothing more but to take you home right now." He looks you up and down and bites his lip. "Mm well if you're lucky, you might be able to later" You tease.
A deep groan comes from his throat. "Don't tease me baby. It's been too long since we last fucked." You gasp and then laugh at him. "JJ we literally had sex yesterday!"
"Again, it's been too long" he shrugged. You roll your eyes but your smile shows that you aren't annoyed. "You're something else JJ Maybank."
"Yeah. Yours." You fought the urge to make out with him right now, you'll have to wait till later when there's no crowd.
"You should probably get back to your friends" you look back at his friends who are in casual conversation but glancing over at the two of you every so often. "Yeah I suppose. I'll miss you though" he pouts.
"I'll miss you more" you rebuttal. "Impossible" He scoffs. He walks backwards and blows you a kiss before turning around to walk back to his friends.
"Hey how'd it go? Did you get her number?" Kiara asks. JJ gives a do you even know me look and says "of course I did."
The pogues cheer at their bestfriend. "I thought you guys didn't want me to be involved with kooks." JJ states. "Eh she was hot, plus Sarah has said she was nice." John B replies. "I'll just have to ask her on a date then" JJ smiles.
JJ feels his phone vibrate and sees a text from you
😍: I'm ready to head out, wanna come over to my place 😉
JJ quickly texts back,
❤️: hell yeah
He makes up a dumb excuse that he's tired and asked John B to drop him off at home since Luke is gone. John B agrees and drives JJ home. As soon as John B drives off, you pull up and pick up JJ.
"Long time no see" you joke. He rolls his eyes and whispered a "come here" before kissing you. You're already making out once you reach your room, eagerly trying to remove each others clothes and get to the bed.
"You wanna go on a date sometime? Like at a restaurant or something?" JJ asks once he lays you down. "What about your friends?" He smiles and pecks your lips, "they're cool with it."
"Then I'd love to." JJ removes his shorts and underwear, "Good. Now let's finish this."
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iaintlithuanian · 1 year
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“Idiot” || JJ Maybank x gn!pouge!reader
Summary: you pick jj up from the police station instead of his dad, after he takes the blame for Pope
WARNINGS:swearing, short, slight angst if you squint, fluff
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You walk to the station muttering under your breath along the way. “Stupid idiot” and “why can’t he just stay out of trouble.” Soon enough you arrive at the station and open the doors, heading to the reception desk. “Excuse me, I’m here for jj maybank” you say, in the politest voice you can.
“Are you family?” The officer asks. You roll your eyes thinking of a lie.
“Yeah, I’m his cousin, Luke, my uncle, asked if I could come pick him up cause he’s busy” you say, smiling slightly.
“Alright” he replies, holding his walky talky to his mouth “bring out maybank”
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“Your a fucking idiot” you half shout whilst walking down the road with jj. He stays quiet, you know he’s not affected by your slight scolding though, it’s one of the rare times you see him actually thinking. “What?” You ask getting impatient. “Spit it out already j” you snap.
“How’d you pay for bail?” He asks, taking you back slightly. “I mean 30k, you can’t just have that money laying around” he continues looking at you for the first time since you left the station.
“I didn’t” he gives you a confused look. “Your dad did..” your voice is quieter, but he hears what you said. “I spoke to him, told him I pick you up for him, all he had to do was pay the bill.” You solemnly say “ he’s hella pissed by the way, I’d stay away for a while” you warn.
“Alright” he says “at least we can pay off restitution when we find the gold” he says, trying to lighten the mood. You giggle in reply, making him smile and blush a little.
“Still, maybe getting arrested isn’t the best idea, what If we can find the gold?” You say raising your brow at him. “Shit must have been an experience tho” you laugh.
“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list” he smiles, chuckling. You burst out laughing.
“Who the fuck puts getting arrested on their bucket list!?” You shout, laughing.
“I don’t know” he replies.
“An idiot, that’s who” you say stopping and looking at him. He turns and faces you.
“Then I guess I’m an idiot.” He smiles, melting you inside.
“Correction” you say putting your hand up and making him raise his brow. “My idiot” you say with sincerity, and grab his face and kiss him, both of you giggling. His hands come up to hold your wrists, kissing back gently. You pull away slowly, smiling up at him.
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gxdsfavgal · 1 year
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Closet
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Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader
Warnings: blurb, fluff, slight religion mentioned, OBX3 spoiler, not edited
A/N: I was inspired by this oneshot and also a scene from Ginny and Georgia (I've never watched it I just remember seeing it on TikTok)
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It’s been almost a year since the Pogues came back after finding the treasure of El Dorado, the event to celebrate was close. It was hard for them, coming back from so much trauma.
My arms and home were open for them, especially for JJ. He’s always had a soft spot for me, and me for him.
A few months after they came home from South America, JJ and I decided to keep our relationship a secret. Hidden from the eyes of our parents and the whole Kildare population, except his friends.
Now here we are, JJ and his friends standing as I was in the audience clapping and cheering for them. I am truly happy for them, happy that they have peace after everything they've been through.
After they got away from the attention, the Pogues were all in a group smoking while I was distant from them, not wanting to be by them while my parents were just a few feet away.
I was admiring JJ. I felt so lucky to have him and that he finally lives a safe and healthy life. I was admiring their friendship and how it was life or death with them.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked as I flinched, not knowing he was next to me already. He giggled at my easily frightened state.
"I'm perfect." I said with a wide smile, my eyes found his sharp blue ones immediately.
"Perfect as in you're really feeling good or perfect as in you're hiding your emotions?" he stood back away from me to get a better look at me.
"Jay, I was just admiring you guys." I smiled up as him as I secretly intertwined our fingers.
"You mean admiring me, not them." he teased.
"Whatever Jayj." I playfully rolled my eyes.
"Wanna come with us on the HMS after this?"
"Y'know my parents, they won't let me since we got church in the morning." I pouted as I looked over to my parents who were coincidentally talking to the priest.
JJ threw his head back in a groan, letting out a loud and breathy sigh.
"Come over after?" I lifted my eyebrows in hope. "Through the window of course."
The side of his mouth lifted in a grin. "Yes, I'll come straight after." He gave my forearm a squeeze, knowing that if my parents saw us hug it would end differently.
"Now go." I playfully hissed at him, using my hands to shoo him towards his friends.
"Man I want to kiss you all over your face." He faked grabbing my face in the air, making a playful mad face about no PDA.
"Me too, but go seriously. Have fun." I nodded at him.
He sent me a warm smile, the smile that I knew meant that he will miss me even though it's for a few hours.
We had to get used to it. The whole not being able to hangout together, staying up on the phone all night, and stealing glances at the local restaurants.
But it never made him not want to be with me, he was committed and so was I. He understood the need to hide things from parents.
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Late last night, JJ snuck through my window with my help. We quietly maneuvered through my room and just watched a movie, enjoying each others presence in our arms.
I fell asleep first, tired from waking up early to help set up for their event earlier in the day.
When I woke up it was already bright outside, the sun just hitting the sky. The warm air coming through my window, and the quiet chirps of the birds made it sound like a movie.
I felt a warm presence behind me and a heavy arm on my shoulder. JJ was sound sleep, his peaceful state made me smile hard.
I turned my head back around to watch the sun rise through my window, but my peace was interrupted once I saw the time on my phone.
"JJ wake up." I sat up quickly and tried to shake him awake but failed.
I quietly cussed as I thought of different ways to wake him up.
"JJ" I shook his body harder. When that didn't work, I pulled the warm blanket off of his body, the now cooler air hugging his skin.
He groaned loud so I rushed to cover his mouth with my hand. His eyes shooting open quickly, his body going into fight mode.
"Jesus." he dragged his hands over his tired eyes.
"JJ, I have to get ready for church." I pointed towards the time, hoping he was conscious enough to understand.
"So?" he settled back into the bed, his eyes already threatening to close.
I heard my parents bedroom door open, the footsteps descending to the kitchen.
"JJ please." I kneeled next to him on the bed, shaking his body again.
"Five more minutes." he mumbled into the pillow.
My patience was running low, and I did not have a lot of time until my parents came into my room to tell me to get ready. I grabbed my pillow and repeatedly hit it against JJ's shoulder, trying not to be so loud.
I heard the footsteps of one of my parents going up the stairs, I knew that their next stop was my room.
"JJ now." I pulled him up by his shirt and pushed him into my closet. His half asleep body was heavy and made a loud thud.
"Hey hun?" I heard a quiet knock on my door.
"Yes?" I pretended to have a raspy morning voice.
The door opened to reveal my dad with two mugs of tea in his hands.
"We're leaving in 30 minutes, I'll set your mug down." He pushed the door a little more to set my tea down into my desk.
"Thank you dad." I smiled at him as I rubbed at my eyes.
"Oh one more thing." He turned his body back towards me.
"Yeah?" I looked up at him with wide eyes.
"JJ, get out of the closet please."
My heart dropped out of my ass when my dad said those words.
JJ opened the door of my closet to reveal his groggy state, but the words of my father scared him awake.
"Good morning sir." JJ said nervously as he stood up straight.
"Morning JJ. Next time, just use the front door." my dad smiled at him and came towards me to leave a kiss on my head.
My dad turning his back away from us to walk out the room, our backs returning to a relaxed slouch.
"Oh and JJ?" he turned back around before reaching my bedroom door. We both straightened up again.
"Yes sir?"
"Would you like to join us at mass today?"
JJ looked at me with wide eyes, not knowing how to answer but I just shook him off; only because I didn't know how to answer.
"I- Uh- Yes. I would love to join you and your family." JJ said with a nervous smile.
"I have some clothes that could fit you. Let me get them." my dad left my room with a smile, leaving us to get ready for mass.
I sat down on my bed with my jaw on the floor and my heart pounding so hard.
"What just happened?" I looked up at JJ that stood over me.
"I don't know, but I love it." he had a soft smile on his face.
"I can't believe that happened." I giggled out into his stomach as I wrapped my arms around his hips.
"No more hiding." his palm rubbed over my back.
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featherandferns · 11 months
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outdoor pool(fic)
jj maybank x fem!reader | part of the F.W.B universe, but can be read as a stand-alone too | a little sappy but hopefully not too much!
content warning: drink & drug use; sex (f and m receiving; semi-public); technically drink-driving
word count: 5k
Blurb: Your latest 'date night' involves breaking into a Kook's back garden to swim around in their pool. After fooling around, JJ comes to a realisation.
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Kook houses could be mistaken for castles when compared to most places on the Cut. Neatly kept shrubberies and bushes trimmed into ridiculous shapes. Fountains and water features, lit up in sparkly white and exciting red and blue. Obnoxious house names when numbers would easily do the same trick. But numbering was too common for the Kooks. They weren’t just another thing in the bunch; they’re the stand-out special. JJ takes them in as he walks down the dimly lit street, searching for you. You'd said to meet him on Basker Street (buried deep in one of the most prestigious Kook holiday neighbourhoods), and to bring some wine. He'd assumed there wasn't much a standard for the wine, grabbing the cheapest bottle he could find.
The sparsely spread streetlamps glare white on the concrete. When a silhouette of a girl, in a dress, comes into view, JJ smiles. He's pretty certain it's you - even more so when the figure waves - and picks up his pace.
“Hey,” JJ says.
“Hey,” you smile, sharing a brief kiss. The touch of your hand on his cheek is too fleeting – not that he’d ever say. “You found me.”
“What is this?”
“Date night,” you say. You spot the wine and grin, taking it to study the label. “You remembered.”
“Well, you only sent me ten texts to get some,” JJ sarcastically replies with a smile. You roll your eyes and go to dig about in his shorts for his pocketknife.
As you work the bottle open, you ask, “was it the most expensive one on the shelf?”
“Of course,” JJ says, as if insulted you would expect anything less. You glance up at him, bemused. At your struggling to open the wine, JJ takes it from you and does it himself. He fills the quiet (and blocks out your protests) by asking, “what’re we doing here, anyway? Property hunting?”
“It’s date night,” you repeat. Yeah, doesn’t help.
The cork pops out the bottle. JJ goes to toss it but you stop him, taking it and silently putting it in his pocket, a little embarrassed. It makes JJ smile though. The soft parts that you let him see, like your sentimentality, are like catching glimpses of shooting stars. He noticed about two weeks into officially dating you that you had an affinity for keepsakes. Pressed flowers from your walks; seashells from surf dates; the cut-out front of a condom packet, which you eventually confessed was from the first night you two spent, officially together. Whilst JJ had ragged you endlessly, he couldn’t deny that it was unexpectedly adorable.
You take his hand and intertwine your fingers, guiding him down the street. He swigs from the wine and passes it to you, taking a moment to take in the sight of you. Your dress fits snug around your waist, turning tight against your chest. Thin straps over each shoulder. It hangs loose and pretty, ending just before your knees. As you walk, the barely-there breeze from midnight makes it sway. Then he’s taking in the tiny beads threaded into your hair. Pink and blue and green. As you wiggle your fingers more comfortably into his hold, he feels the rings adorning your fingers against his skin, some rubbing against his own. One of them is his. A small token that he’d disguised as a ‘congratulations’ gift after a fight. When JJ had given it to you, he didn’t feel up to confessing that it was so you would have a piece of him. A silent marker that you were taken - taken by him. A symbol of his affection which he couldn’t quite put into words. Couldn’t bring himself to. But when you took it, you didn’t ask why extensively. You accepted his bullshit excuse and smiled, kissing him in thanks before slipping it on. It was too large for your fingers but fit well enough on your thumb. He often saw you play with it, as if perpetually checking it hadn’t fallen off.
“You look pretty, by the way,” he tells you. Smooth, Maybank. You’re a real Romeo.
 You look up at him and smile, almost bashful like he just recited prose in your honour. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself, pretty boy.”
You reach up to press a kiss to his lips, then pull away and keep walking down the moonlit street.
JJ appreciates you. He appreciates the way you don’t push him when he’s not so good at the romance part of things. JJ can talk dirty; he could say the most disgusting things that would have a nun wanting to pull a Vincent Van Gogh. He knows how to touch you to have you trembling and begging, but when things get sentimental, he doesn’t always know how to act. He often brushes off compliments with a joke and disguise his own in some stupid tease. But you seemed to notice and understand. You let JJ do things for you – like open the bottle of wine – because at some point you clocked that acts of service were the best way for JJ to show his affection. He hadn’t figured that one out: Kie had, one day when she came to the chateau to find him working on your pushbike, unbeknownst to you. When JJ explained what he was doing and why (that you'd been complaining about the chain always coming off), Kiara took the mick out of him before casually telling him that his ‘love-language’ was acts of service. Whilst JJ had shrugged it off and told her to do one, he did think about it later that day, after he gave you back your bike (which you had, in all honesty, thought was stolen) and saw how your face lit up. Felt how you kissed him in gratitude. Felt how it made his heart lurch in a way that still felt unnatural.
You take the wine from JJ, pulling his thoughts back to reality. He watches as you take a long drink.
“Alright, what’s the plan for this date-night, then?” he asks.
“So, I’m at work the other day, right? And this waitress I work with has a bunch of friends who come here during the summers.”
“Is this gonna be a long story?”
“Shut up.”
JJ chuckles. He takes the wine and drinks, letting you continue.
“So she starts telling me that this girl’s family always leaves the same day, every year, a week before school starts up.”
JJ wants to groan at the reminder that school is just around the corner. Joy, oh, joy.
“So, there’s this big empty Kook house, right? I think, hm, that’s sort of interesting, but don’t deep it all that much. But then she starts telling me how they’ve been having problems with their security and that they were kinda reluctant to leave. They did anyway, after finding out they can get the stuff fixed on the twenty-seventh.”
JJ’s furrows his brows as he processes all the parts of your story. He looks down at you, passing the wine. You take a drink and then grin up at him, becoming giddy.
“So now I’m like: there’s a kook house with no security, no working cameras, and nobody home. Then, the pièce de résistance happens.”
JJ can’t help but mirror your grin, still a little sceptical. The two of you turn down a dark alley as your story begins to come to its climax.
“She starts telling me about this party this girl had there the other night and me (being the polite person that I am) asks to see some pictures. She starts showing me these garden party pics and I notice the biggest fuck-off pool you have ever seen.”
Another swig each of the wine. Your pace is beginning to slow.
“So, now I’m like: kook house; no security; no cameras; nobody home; huge pool; hot boyfriend.”
“Oh?” JJ prompts, smirking.
“And so I present to you…”
You come to a stop and detach your hold from his. Moving to stand in front of him, you gesture to a tall, black-painted fence grandly, as unveiling the latest Amazonian discovery.
“Date night!”
JJ nods, impressed, and holds the wine out to you in approval.
“So, our date night is basically breaking and entering into a Kook’s back garden to swim around in their pool?”
You shrug, as if innocent, and nod up at him. “Yeah, pretty much. Thoughts?”
The kiss he presses to your lips makes you laugh, but there’s no complaints as you melt against him, tugging him a smidge closer by his hands. “I think you’re like something out of my Goddamn dreams.”
“Cute,” you whisper against his lips. He tries to fight off his blush. Pulling away, you stand near the fence. “Give us a boost?”
“Yes, ma’am,” JJ mumbles.
Dumping the wine for a moment, JJ interlocks his fingers to form a makeshift step and boosts you up the fence on the count of three (shamelessly glancing up your skirt as you go). You grunt as you pull your body weight up and over. He hears the thump of your feet landing on the other side. The sight of your fingertips wiggling over the other side of the fence makes him laugh.
“Pass me the wine?”
JJ does as you ask and then he’s hoisting himself over the fence with a grunt. When he jumps down, you’re already wandering across the lawn. His eyes widen as he takes it all in.
There’s a bandstand – a bandstand­ – off to the side, alongside a lawn swing. On the patio (that looks power-jetted clean) sits a pristine table for eight, with the most high-end barbeque station set up behind. The windows of the downstairs are floor to ceiling; not one smudge or fleck of dirt in sight. He doesn’t bother to inspect the flower arrangements, but he’s sure that if he were to, there wouldn’t be one weed in sight, and not one leaf out of place.
The lights don’t seem to be motion censored because as you move towards the pool - likely searching for the button to get rid of the cover - nothing lights up. It’s only the leftover glow from the streetlights and the moonlight above that illuminate the yard and yourself.
As he watches you a moment and smiles. Calling you pretty was an understatement. Radiant might be a better match, as you smile to yourself whilst working back the cover. The dress and the hair and the detail of the wine is adorable, hinting at all the thought you’ve put into something that you seem to be trying to pass off as ‘incidental.’ Your affinity for petty crime, high sex drive and textbook rebellion nearly brings him to his knees. He wasn’t kidding when he said you were out of his dreams.
“You gonna come over or what?” you call.
“Keep your voice down, huh?” JJ says back, but does as he's told.
He takes the wine from the floor where you’ve ditched it and takes a few more swigs. The whir of mechanics is droning in the background as the pool cover peels back.
“Most of the houses round here are holiday spots,” you remind him. “I bet half of them are empty.”
“Imagine having two houses, huh?” JJ says, turning around to take in the house once more. White walls which look freshly painted...It’s definitely not the chateau or his piece-of-shit home, that’s for sure. “I’d get myself a boat house, I think. Just living on the water forever, you know?”
When he turns around to continue chewing your ear off, his words get stuck in his throat. You’re stripping out of your dress, stepping out of your shoes, until soon you’re standing in just your bralette and panties. As you toss the dress to the side of the grass, you look up at JJ and give a small laugh. Taking the wine, you ask, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna jump in?”
JJ grins, finding his thoughts, and he tugs off his t-shirt. He digs the phone and cork out of his pockets, adding them to the pile, then toes off his boots. He takes the bottle from your outstretched hand and, as soon as it’s in his hold, JJ’s smile twists into mischievous and he shoves you into the water by your shoulder. The small shriek you give out gets drowned out by the pool, making him laugh. When your head emerges, you’re raking your hair off your face.
“JJ! I didn’t wanna get my hair wet!” you cuss at him.
He rolls his eyes, takes another swig, ditches the bottle on the side, then cannonballs into the water. He hears the crash as he breaks through the surface mellow out by the weirdly soothing lull from being underwater. Swimming to the surface, he shakes his head like a dog trying to get dry. As water droplets spray at you, you keep complaining. The only way you get him to stop is by splashing him. That turns into a thing of its own, and by the end the two of you are thoroughly drenched and laughing your heads off.
When the commotion dies down – adrenaline still high in the veins – JJ treads water and looks at you. You’re watching him too, smiling in content, and then you make an adorable face as if to say, ‘not a bad idea, huh?’
JJ swims over, placing one hand on your waist to pull you nearer, and captures you in a soggy kiss. When you break apart, you begin swimming backwards with a small giggle. You move to float on your back and sigh at the sky of stars.
“Imagine living here and doing this anytime you like.”
“I can see how much I’ve got in the bank. Offer to buy it off them,” JJ suggests, swimming to the poolside to retrieve the wine and take another swig.  
“Considering your ‘bank’ is a piggy bank, I don’t know if we’ve got much of a shot,” you tell him.
JJ pushes himself up and out of the water. The stones aren’t cold on his feet; it’s a pleasantly warm night. He whistles for your attention and you move to tread water again. Your bralette is stuck tight to your skin from the wet, making it nearly see-through. Nipples hardening under the cool water, they push against the cotton. JJ tries to shove the dirty thoughts that come to the back of his head for later. He then puts on a show of standing to attention at the pool side, making you grin.
“And here we have JJ Maybank, diving for the Pogues of Kildare County. He’s been training for this day his whole life. Let’s see what he’s got,” you commentate in a deep, Kentucky-type voice.
JJ snorts at your antics before gathering himself. He limbers up, shamelessly and subtly flexes his muscles for your benefit, and then dives off the side, air whooshing past his ears. Before he hits the water, he hears a whistle and whoop from you, making him smile as he sinks under. Swimming over to your kicking legs, he comes to the surface about an arm’s length away. You cringe with a smile as he shakes his wet hair out of his face. Taking you by the waist, he pulls you closer. You’re at the shallow end now; JJ settles on his feet.
“What’s the mark, then?”
“Hm,” you pretend to think. Your arms loop around his shoulders and neck, and you float nearer so you can wrap yourself around him, nearly straddling him. “An eight?”
“Tough critic,” JJ complains weakly, grinning down at you.
You pretended to debate over his words, rocking your head from side to side, pursing your lips. “It might be possible to sway me.”
“Oh really?” he says. He leans down so his forehead bumps against yours.
You let out a low giggle. He watches your eyes look down to his lips, lashes coming close to kissing your cheeks. He lets his own gaze sink down. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Yeah.”
JJ presses his lips to yours.
Kissing you feels like coming up for air after diving for hours, or seeing sunlight after a restless winter night. JJ never thought he could become the type of guy who would enjoy the same person forever; thought he would tire of their way of kissing and of their company, and they, in turn, would tire of him. But kissing you never got tiresome. It was like it was always new, and yet it was never changing. The small noises you made, so quiet that if he weren’t waiting to catch them, he never would. The habits you had formed: fingers tethering into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, and the way JJ loved to tease his teeth against your lower lip.
As the two of you make out, JJ somehow pulls you closer. One of your hands gently brushes down his chest, over his muscles, and he feels as his body responds happily to your touch. The caress of your fingers, one by one, chasing down him. The slip of your leg, tugging you closer, grinding against him. His tongue sensually brushes against yours - one of his hands coming to cup your jaw and angle your head just-so – as the kiss turns licentious. You sigh against his lips, as if breathing new life into him, and JJ feels himself begin to harden. When his hand on your jaw slides down your neck, a brief thought makes him harder still: that his whole palm could wrap around your throat in the most delicious, delicate of ways. He brings it to cup at your breast, palming over the thin, soaked fabric of your bralette. JJ briefly pulls his mouth from yours.
There’s a split second where you let out a breathless moan, head tipping forward, and JJ smiles down at you through barely open eyes.
“Ever done it in a pool?”
You open your eyes, looking up at him. He feels as you grind against him, becoming needy for friction, and he lets his thumb tease at your hardening nipple. Small pants of pleasure slip past your lips as you reply, “can’t say that I have.”
“Wanna cross it off the bucket list, pretty girl?” he wonders, resting his forehead against yours once more.
JJ likes having the control. Of seeing you at his mercy, preening into his touch, whining and desperate and lax, and all for him. Makes him feel like a young God.
Cocky, he rubs you against him with a guiding hand on your ass. “Hm?”
But JJ forgets why he’s so drawn to you, sometimes. Forgets how you’re a little too much like him. It all comes racing back when he feels your hand slipping into his shorts, into his boxers, and you palm at him, hard under your touch. He gasps against your lips, confidence killed short. His eyes slip shut in pleasure, groaning as you start to give him a hand-job.
He can hear the smirk in your words as you ask, “do you?”
Maybe it’s the thrill of it all: of being with you, of sneaking into someone’s pool, of fucking in someone else’s back garden, where if anybody took a moment to glance out their back window, they could see the two of you…JJ’s sure he’s never felt this way. Never felt so raptured; so merciless.
JJ guides a hand to your panties, slipping his fingers under the cotton that’s pasted to your skin. You’re wet against his touch (a different sort of slick to the pool water) and he twitches in your hand at the feel of it. The battle for control fades away as the two of you simultaneously work at getting the other off, desperately chasing your own highs. JJ’s fingers work between your legs, pushing into you slowly, coaxing your thighs to part under his touch. He uses one hand to try and hold you up, but as you keep jacking him off, he feels his resolve breaking. At some point, he works to have you pressed against the pool wall. The water barely reaches the top of your shoulders and JJ’s chest is halfway exposed.
He's groaning, resting his chin on your shoulder, lost in feel of your smaller hand wrapped around him. Your head is slumped against his collarbones, breath hot and fanning on his chest. It’s as if it has been filled with lead and you can’t hold it up, collapsing against him as you pant and gently moan as JJ pumps his fingers in and out of you. In and out. Sometimes your pace falters on him, your hold stumbling when his thumb brushes against your clit, but you soon recover.
The two you know the other’s body well now. There’re no scars to hide and no insecurities to shun. No cellulite or stretch mark for you to be ashamed of, and no faded bruise and semi-healed cigarette burn for JJ to overthink. There’s only you and him, and the promise of pleasure and safety.
JJ feels himself getting close. You seem to know, somehow. Your fingers loop into the threads of his hair, coiling around like a snake, tugging him so his head is nearer to your lips. He’s almost whining, eyes clenched shut, rutting against your hold as he desperately chases his release. There’s a hot, wet breath on the edge of JJ’s ear as you sinfully whisper, “doing so good for me, baby. So good.”
He can’t help but come with a shudder, gasping out a moan, trembling against you. Your name falls into the mix and your hold on him doesn't cease. JJ takes a moment to catch his breath, ensuring he doesn’t stop fingering you. As the euphoric haze begins to fade, and he manages his eyes open, he feels your head once again on his chest. You’re whining too, pitch high and eager, the sounds short as you’re gasping his name as if in plea. He can feel you despairingly driving his fingers deeper, practically riding his hand, and he smirks against the skin of your shoulder. Kisses of fake nicety as he then goes to bite at your skin, never hard enough to break the surface. You moan, louder, sensitive like every nerve ending is on fire. Anybody could hear you. Anybody could see you fucking his fingers. JJ puts more focus to your clit, applying pressure as he rubs, and you seem newly driven. Your hands grab at his shoulders, forcing your body on his fingers harder. Deeper. JJ pulls back enough to look down at you, eyes hooded, and feels his spent dick twitch at the sight of you using him to find release. Mouth hung open, gasping and panting, eyes clenched shut as if it’s all incomprehensible. Something from his Goddamn dreams.
JJ uses his spare hand to gently push back your hair from your face, swiping a finger over the apple of your cheek.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. He scissors his fingers, pushing against your walls. You’re close. He can feel it. He can hear it. The sloppily disturbance of the water from your movement is so obscenely filthy in the context of what’s happening. Anybody could see you. JJ presses more wet kisses to your neck, to your collarbone. Anywhere his lips can reach until they find home on yours. “Come on, baby. You can let go. Come on.”
Finally, the tether snaps. Your moan is shameless and loud, as if you’ve forgotten where you are. As if there’s nothing else that you need to know expect that JJ’s there, easing you through it all. He feels as your walls convulse around his fingers, pushing him out and pulling him in, and he pants through his arousal as he watches you come. Watches as your teeth sink into your lower lip. As your face shines hot. The pool water droplets shining on your skin. How you’re shaking under him. Watches as you ease your eyes open, meeting his gaze. Sees the unshed tears in your lash line from the pleasure. The bashful, thankful smile you barely manage to show. There’s the feeling of one of your hands on his wrist, gently but firmly easing his touch away, overstimulated. When you gasp as his fingers slip out of you, all too easy, you’re still staring into his eyes. JJ’s thoughts are mostly vacant except for a few, and all of them are about you.  
Your hand cups at his jaw so you can pull him into a kiss. It’s fleeting and sweet.
“If we ever win the lottery, we’re getting a pool,” you tell him.
JJ laughs, breathless. “Agreed.”
“Jesus. Pretty good date, huh?” you chuckle. JJ can’t help but kiss you again.
“Hell yeah.”
You both pull back enough to take the other in fully. JJ tucks himself back into his boxers, and you correct your underwear so the both of you are decent. You look around at the garden, as if remembering where you are.
“We should probably get out of here before we get caught,” you say. You don’t sound overly concerned though. JJ smiles.
“Think we might’ve blown our cover, somehow,” he agrees.
You roll your eyes, diffident. JJ swims backwards, extending a hand to bring you with him. Neither of you look down into the water. Instead, you both swim towards the deep end again, where your belongings had been ditched. The two of you climb out into the balmy one-in-the-morning air. JJ goes to your clothes – shoving his phone and the cork back into his shorts – and picks up your dress. The two of you swap the wine and dress, you having just taken a drink, and JJ takes a swig too.
“You ride your bike here?” you wonder as you pull on the dress. It seems to be a bit of a struggle against your wet skin.
“John B gave me a lift,” JJ replies. He pulls on his shirt. At your struggle to work up the straps, JJ walks over to help. “You walk?”
“Drove. I can give us a lift to the chateau. Told my parents I'd crash there tonight,” you say. JJ nods.
Once you’re dressed, you look up at him and smile. He's heart thuds painfully in his chest. He leans down to kiss you, chaste and tender. The two of you start back to the fence. JJ boosts you over, hands the wine, climbs over himself. You hold hands as you walk to your car. Sliding into the passenger side, JJ sighs against the seat. The wine’s now empty and he shoves the bottle under the back seat. You get behind the wheel and start up the engine. As the car blinks to life, coughing up a new lung in the process, the radio kicks in. It’s tuned into some crackly channel which is only just in service, playing mostly oldies and classics. The volume is low, just loud enough to tune out the concerning noise of the engine, and you reverse out of your spot and begin down the road.
JJ relaxes into the seat, crossing his ankles. There's one of his caps on the dashboard that he left the other day; taking it, he puts it on his head. JJ watches as you dig about in the centre console for your cigarettes. Holding one between your lips, you light it up with a flick of your lighter. You know JJ doesn’t mind you smoking in the car so you don’t bother cracking a window. He watches you take a drag, leaning one elbow on the window frame, finger cradling the cig, as you use the other to leisurely steer. The roads are dead. It’s dark and your headlights are on low. JJ glances out the side window to take in the starry night, looking past his reflection in the dark. Your fingers drum on the steering wheel as Rich Girl starts up. He hears as you hum along quietly, lazy as if unaware you are, and he smiles. His own fingers tap along to the beat on his thigh. Glancing over to you, he watches you change hands on the wheel (cigarette precariously propped between two fingers). He takes the chance to grab at the hand nearest him, pulling it to his lips to press kisses against your knuckles. Your eyes flit to him as he does, smiling sweetly, and you move to interlock your fingers with his.
“I don’t want summer to end,” JJ tells you, his voice low in confession.
“Me neither,” you reply.
The radio host starts lamely interrupting the end of the song, hyping up what’s to come next for the truck drivers and road trippers, driving in the dead of the night.
“What’s gonna happen with us, at school?” you wonder. There’s an anxiety to your voice.
JJ shrugs. He answers honestly. “I don’t know. But I’m not going anywhere.”
“You mean that, right? Like, you’re not just gonna dip?” you worry.
JJ frowns. “No. I’m not gonna dip.”
“Okay,” you say, finding a smile again. You nod, looking back to the road. “Okay.”
As the song comes to a close, a thought seems to flash in your mind and your head whips to look at him. “You know I’m not gonna dip either, right?”
JJ laughs, “Yeah, baby, I know.”
“Okay,” you say, chuckling. “Just wanted to check.”
Everything about the night is infinite. The pool and the wine and the sneaking. The fooling around and the tender moments after. And now, in the car, with the pair of you easily slipping between sentimental and sincere, carefree and young. He loves that he can do this with you. Loves how he can trust you to understand him; how you’re a little bossy and a little controlling, but how you also allow him to see the nostalgic, tender-hearted teenage girl beneath it all. The girl who keeps corks from five-dollar wine and collects napkins from breakfast diners. Loves how you feel safe enough with him to mess around in someone else’s back garden; to let him have you, all of you, nearly every night.
The words come to JJ, easy now. Obvious. The many layers of feelings that he had whenever he thought of you or whenever he was around you seem so easily condensed and summarised in that one word. He always thought it would be terrifying to feel it, and even more terrifying to say it. But with you, it isn’t. If anything, it’s easier. Simpler. It encapsulates all the things JJ likes about you, and even the things that aggravate him too.
“I love you.”
Your humming stops. You glance over to him, eyes a little wide. The brief wash of anxiety that drenches JJ passes quickly when he sees the corner of your lips twitch into a smile.
"Really?" you ask gently. Somewhat disbelieving. As if there could be any doubt in his mind. As if you weren't easy for JJ to fall in love with.
JJ smiles back. It might be the softest, sweetest smile he's ever had the pleasure to show someone. Only you. "Really."
When you giggle, it's quiet; teeth sinking into your lower lip. The moonlight washes over you. Looking back to the road, you continue smiling, giddy like a school girl after her first kiss. JJ can't help but watch you. Now that he's said it once, he wants to say it again and again. He won't though. Doesn't want to be too much, too fast. But then the silence stretches too long, making him antsy.
"Any chance you might feel the same way?" he tentatively asks, hating how desperate it sounds.
Your face shocks with realisation. Laughing, you look to him. "Oh shit! Yeah, I love you too."
JJ laughs along, shaking his head.
"Sorry. Just caught me off guard. Kinda forgot I had to reply," you confess, chuckling. Rolling his eyes, JJ squeezes your hand, still intertwined with his. He's pinned each and every hope on you; every wish for the future and every regret of the past. No matter what happens now, the two of you are forever tethered to this moment and to those words. To each other.
Your demeanour softens. Bringing his hand to your lips, you press a kiss to the skin. His knuckles are permanently scarred; having broken and healed over so many times. But so are yours. Same coin: different sides. When you repeat the phrase, it's as if you're passing a secret and whispering a prayer straight to God's ear.
"I love you."
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Partnered Up
A JJ x Reader Slow Burn Fic
Author's notes:
This is pretty much PG (with a touch of PG-13, maybe some swearing, mentions of abuse as in the context of the show). No warnings, except it being over 4k words & unedited. I wrote in first person so I just made it a reader insert but I might give the character a name cause she definitely seems like a character. (Y/F/N= Your Friend's name) Also this is a treasure hunt free alternate universe.
Partnered Up
I had obviously noticed JJ and his friends at school. They almost always traveled in a pack. Loud, boisterous and looking like they just rolled up from the beach. Although that was more common than not because I went to public high school on the Outerbanks. Out of his crew, he and John B were especially notorious for leaving a trail of broken hearts throughout the island. Whether it be kooks, pogues, tourons or anyone in between any girl I met knew who they were, and had a crush on one of them at one point or another. While the girls reasoning differed, (Kooks were usually looking for a one night tryst with a bad boy to piss their ex boyfriend off or gain the attention of some kook guy.) the point remained, they were the sleepover talk of girls across the island - every girl secretly thought they would be the one to tie down one of the island boys who were a little rough around the edges. 
But now, John B was dating Sarah. A fact that only raised the desperation for JJ throughout the school halls. I could practically hear girls heads turning from their lockers as he made his way down the hall, clutching tattered papers, no backpack in sight. And sure, I understood the appeal. The piercing blue eyes, the charming, shameless flirtation. And of course I had read enough romance novels to understand the “i could fix him” urge for the girls who saw him show up year after year to school with no parents whoever came to end of the year barbecues, busted lips and black eyes monthly, and stoned more often than not. I understood it, I really did. But I didn’t have time to worry about boys. Especially not boys who would never give me a second look. I mean, I had been going to school with him for almost a decade and I doubted he even knew my name. It wasn’t self pity, but rather self awareness, to know a boy like him would never give me the time of day. And for that I never spent that much time worried about what the blonde boy thought of me- since I was pretty sure he didn’t think of me at all. It wasn’t self pity, just self awareness. And for that my self preservation kicked in anytime other girls at the lunch table gossiped about the blonde boy’s smile or dimples - I would have never admitted that I had given him a second glance. 
As all high school teachers do, my biology teacher had a penchant for making her class as socially draining as possible. Which meant today when we were being assigned our physiology project for the final 6 weeks of the semester - she announced that she would be assigning us partners instead of letting us pick our own. I glanced longingly at my best friend sitting next to me and slowly rolled my eyes. It would be a lot simpler and more fun if the two of us could just work together. The teacher read out all the pairs and announced my name next to the infamous bad boy himself. JJ Maybank. As the teacher wrapped up her pairings, she projected the topics that each group was assigned to on the board. I slowly and nervously bent over to grab my text book from under my desk. But when I looked up, JJ was already leaning on the desk next to me. 
“Hey Y/N - looks like we’re partners,” he said with a sheepish smile. 
“Yea!” I replied maybe a bit too enthusiastically.
I offered him my phone number as class was ending for the day and then had to rush to swim practice after school. I told him to just text me before class tomorrow so you could get a jump on planning your project. 
After swim practice, as I toweled off at your locker, I picked up my phone to several text notifications from JJ
JJ: Hey y/n it’s JJ Maybank
JJ: Sorry you’re stuck with me as a partner
JJ: Just text me whenever you’re done with swim and we can start a plan 
I  felt a pit in my stomach. JJ wasn’t known for being the smartest or most studious kid in school but I immediately felt bad that he was apologizing before the project even began. Secondly I was shocked he even knew I  was on the swim team. 
I quickly crafted a response telling him I was happy to work with him. Trying to keep it casual. Admittedly, that had never been my strong suit when it came to cute boys.
I then texted him that I would do some googling and take some notes about the  assigned topic tonight, and we both could chat about it tomorrow. 
He replied shockingly fast that he would do the same. 
After swim practice the next morning I found myself taking more care in the shower to not smell like chlorine all day and taking a little bit longer on my makeup and hair before I returned to school for first period. I wouldn’t let myself admit that it was because I would be in close proximity to JJ later that day- but deep down that definitely played a factor. 
When I  got to class that day after saying hi to my best friend, I sat farther towards the back where JJ was already slumped in his chair. He perked up a bit when I sat down next to him. The teacher had given us a free period to discuss and plan our projects , so after a quick hello I took out my notes, and so did JJ. 
I offered him my notes to look over while he handed me his but then he cleared his throat promptly. 
“I uhhh…” he began sheepishly and then paused.
“I can’t read cursive” he spit out all at once and then half laughed. 
I tried to keep my face neutral, and not laugh, as he was clearly looking nervous, but I was confused. 
“I uh, I have dyslexia” he quietly offered by way of explanation as he rubbed the back of his neck- not making eye contact.
“Oh!” I tried not to sound surprised or show it on my face. “Here pass me back my notes and we can just discuss what we both learned and then what direction we want to research and create our presentation on.” 
JJ just nodded and said “thanks” as he handed we traded notes back. 
We spent the next hour or so nerding out and actually having great, very insightful conversation about our disease we were researching, and I scribbled quick messy notes with promises to type them up when we were done so we could both see them on Google docs. 
At the end of class everyone rushed out the door at the bell, and I turned quickly with a quick see ya! to JJ on the way out the door. 
“Hey Y/n wait” JJ said quickly as he called after me. I spun around to face him. 
“Uhh thanks for being so nice and helping me out today. I know you probably wish you had a partner that wasn’t such an idiot"
"You don't need to thank me, you're my partner, we both deserve to be able to work in a way that works for us. Otherwise I wouldn't really be a partner and I'd be a bitch" I said, and I meant it.
JJ had offered some of the best insight you had heard in this class all year. I was confident that he was going to be a good partner for the project despite my initial internal reservations due to his reputation. 
JJ just shrugged back at me sheepishly. 
"Well, I mean it, thanks. You'd be surprised how few people feel that way. Usually teachers or my group hear that and just decide they'll fail me or do all the work themselves."
"Seriously, you don't have to thank me, I am happy you're my partner, I think things will go well with this project. Sorry - I really gotta go to swim practice. Coach will kill me if I'm late" 
He just nodded and offered a brief see ya as I turned and headed down the hall. 
It went on this way for a few weeks. We worked tirelessly during class, had a few brief moments of small talk, and then I would rush off to practice. I was secretly thinking about him during the evenings, but I didn't usually hear from him until class the next day. 
So imagine my surprise when I powered my phone back on after practice to another two texts from JJ. 
JJ: Hey - hope your practice went well! 
JJ: I got sidetracked after class
JJ: but I wanted to no if you wanted to come to a party tonite that my friends r having at the boneyard. I know your not a big partier but since its not yet  summer it will be pretty low key, you can bring Y/F/N or whoever if you have a bf or something 
I found myself smiling slightly to myself with my head in my locker. Y/F/N laughed and asked who was making me blush. I coyly avoided the question... for about 14 seconds until I asked her if she wanted to go to the boneyard tonight. 
"Oh so JJ" she joked. "C'mon you cannot be falling for him that is such a bad idea" 
"I am NOT falling for him" I rolled my eyes. "We are just becoming friends. Plus I feel like we could use some Friday socialization that doesn't involve chlorine or studying in my living room"
 It was late May, and Y/F/N sat on my bed as I deliberated about what I wanted to wear to the party. After a lot of back and forth, I landed on birkenstocks, jean shorts and a tank top. Boring, I know, but it felt the most me, and the most appropriate for the weather. 
We decided to walk, as it was only half a mile away, and then we could have a few beers and then walk home after. It's not like my mom was home anyway.
I had texted JJ for the details on when to arrive, but I hadn't expected us to be the first ones there beyond his direct friend group. They quickly ushered us into their circle and we joined in the drinking games they were playing around the bonfire. 
Y/F/N was flirting with Pope, and while I didn't think it would go anywhere tonight, I could definitely see them being a cute and nerdy match.
As the party picked up, I was definitely feeling a bit of a buzz from a handful of hard seltzers and beers.
Y/F/N was occupied chatting with Pope and Kiara about who knows what, something scientific that I was too drunk for, so I made my way across the party in search of someone else to chat with.
JJ intercepted me, steadying himself on my arm after we almost collided.
"Wanna walk down the beach?"
I wasn't a big partier, but I definitely knew the insinuation there, and this many drinks in, I couldn't think that far in advance, I think I was just flattered by the invitation.
We broke away from the big group of high schoolers and reached a quieter part of the beach.
"So you're a fast swimmer right?"
"Compared to girls in this county, sure"
"Dont try to be humble, Kiara told me how you're ranked like #3 in all of North Carolina or something"
"#2" I mumbled sheepishly, never good at bragging about myself.
"Damn, so like good?"
"Let's hope so, I am gonna need it to pay for my college"
JJ nodded, thinking something over. A mischevious glint flickered across his eyes.
"Ok let's see it then. Race you out to that swim buoy!?" He challenged, stripping off his shirt and kicking his shoes off already.
As he dove into the calm surf, I peeled off my jean shorts and kicked off your birks. Diving in in just my tank top and thong. I took off swimming messily, but still passed JJ fairly quickly.
I didn't beat him by much, just enough to be standing looking bored when his head popped up at the buoy.
"Damn" he laughed "You got me."
His eyes flitted down to my thick, but definitely more revealing when wet tank top. He took a step closer to me.
For the first time in our friendship, it was silent. He kept a strong eye contact with me as he reached his hands out placing them on my waist, now covered in goosebumps. He pulled himself closer to me or me closer to him, I wasn't even sure my brain was forming coherent thoughts over the sound of my heart fluttering.
And then he kissed me. He kissed me in the way that the world around me went silent and all I could think about was him, and us. I didn't think about the fact I was practically naked about 10 feet from my first party, nor the fact that we were in the ocean at night. Nothing. Just him and us. Not that I had a lot to compare it to, but I knew it was a good kiss.
We continued to make out hands roaming up and down each others upper bodies, until our teeth were chattering and we made our way out of the water.
JJ shook his hair off like a dog before sliding his tee shirt over his head. I shook off suddenly self conscius about my lack of clothes, and slid into my jean shorts. Luckily it was a nice night, so we started to dry off pretty quickly.
Jj snaked his hand through my belt loop and pulled me closer to him. Catching my jaw with his other hand and pulling me into kiss me. I got the vague sense that he had done this before, but not even in a way that I could be jealous, because of how special this moment was making me feel. Well until it wasn't.
"Look Y/n. I like you a lot."
My heart skipped a beat.
"I uh, like you too"
"Do you wanna come back home, er uh, to John B's with me?"
And the other shoe drops. He doesn't actually like me, he just wants me to come hook up with him in his friends guest bedroom. I knew if I did that I would end up feeling temporarily validated, only to be more heartbroken when he inevitably didn't like me at all.
"I cant, I uh, have to walk home with Y/F/N" I said quickly as I started walking back to the party. Tears pricking the corners of my eyes. He followed behind, murmuring his agreement or understanding or something.
I left soon the party after, giving JJ a hasty goodbye hug, before shedding drunk tears on the way home about how he didn't really like me.
The next day I woke up with a pounding headache. I was asleep on the floor of my room and Y/F/N was asleep in my bed. I climbed into it, jostling her awake but I was in need of girl talk. 
"So now what?" she asked 
" I just like, don't know what to do. He clearly just saw me as another girl, when I had thought we were getting along so well so I guess I will just wait and see if he says anything." 
"You could just ask him" 
"No way" 
My mom was still gone the rest of the weekend, so it was spent going to the beach, and hanging out at home with Y/F/N. I was dreading going back to school on Monday, and I hadn't received a single text from JJ, and knew I had blown my chance. 
I arrived in my last period on Monday and slinked my way to the back of the classroom next to JJ. He looked like he hadn't slept since I saw him on Friday. When I sat down he grunted a hello. We pretended that there was nothing we cared about more than our current science project. But we still got almost nothing done. We couldn't agree on which way to go forward, what to dive deeper on, what should be the main focus of our presentation, everything was an argument. 
I left the class for practice without saying another thing, barely even a goodbye. I had never swum so fast or hard in my life. Blowing off steam, I buried my head and swam faster splits than I usually swam at meets. I kicked my legs until I couldn't feel the pain in my chest any longer. 
I got out of the pool and grabbed my phone out of my locker. I felt my stomach bubble in anticipation of a text but I didn't actually expect one. 
The next four days JJ didn't show up to school. Our project was still due in just over a week, so I worked a lot on it in class by myself. 
On Friday I finally built up the courage to shoot him a text in the morning when I see he's not there. A few hours went by without a reply. I figure I knew Kie well enough by now, so I asked her if he was ok.
She gave a concerned looking shrug. 
"We've heard from him, but he does this sometimes, just kinda drops off the face of the earth and no one can get him to hang out or go to school. Are you worried about your project?" 
"He told you about that?" 
"Yea he won't shut up about it" Kie laughed " It was all we had heard about for like the past 4 weeks" 
TYou exchanged numbers with Kie, and she told me to just text her if I was worried about him or hadnt heard from him by the end of the day and she would try and do a wellness check. 
As soon as you sat down for 6th to begin though, JJ had texted me back. 
JJ: Sorry I'm not in class. I couldn't. 
No further explanation? I wondered to myself
me: Are you ok? 
The typing bubbles repeatedly showed up and then disappeared at least 3 times before he responded, completely ignoring your question. 
JJ: Can we meet up to talk about the project today? I feel bad I haven't pulled my weight. 
Sure I quickly replied.
Me: My place or yours? 
he shot back: Cant do mine. 
me: that's fine
Then I just texted him my address and the time I would be home from swim practice.  
I grabbed a pizza on my way home from swimming. I figured if this was going to be the most awkward friday of my life at least we could have a snack while studying. 
I got home, quickly showered, and tried to make myself look semi-presentable in a flannel and jeans, even though I knew that ship had pretty much sailed.
I put the pizza in the oven to stay warm and grabbed a few cokes out of the garage to put on the kitchen island. 
By the time I was done, I heard a soft knock on the door. 
I opened it to JJ, looking like he had been hit by a car. Probably not today, his clothes were clean, and his hair looks more purposeful than usual, but he had deep, purple bruises across his face, and a dark scab drifting from his eye down his cheek. I let out a slight involuntary gasp and stuttered a little bit. 
"what happened? are you ok?" 
"Can we please not talk about it" he looked as if he might burst into tears or run off at any moment. 
I nodded, not trusting my words. 
I just held out my arms and offered him a hug which he wordlessly accepted, melting into my embrace. He wasn't much taller than me, but he slumped down, head on my shoulder he let out a heavy sigh before letting go. 
"Thanks, I guess I needed that" he said his words attempting to convey lightness but getting stuck in the back of his throat.
"I figured" I shrugged, helplessly. Lost at what to do as I led him into the kitchen where my books were spread on the island. 
I saw him taking stock of my kitchen which had small pads on all of the corners as well as small braille labels on the cupboards. 
"Is this like babyproofing?" he asked. 
"No" I laughed "My little brother is blind, its for safety but also theoretically so he can find stuff on his own" 
"I didn't know you had a little brother" JJ looked shocked as he tried to process that information. 
"He lives off the island about 11.5 months a year. He's almost 8 and my favorite person in the whole world. He goes to a boarding school for blind kids." 
JJ just nodded. 
"That's why my mom's not here. She tries to spend a few weeks a quarter there, whenever she's not running our family business on the island. She feels really guilty about sending him away, even though the only place she can make money is on the island and the only place he can learn is off. So she has a tiny shoe box apartment out in Raleigh where his school is." 
"And your dad stays here with you?" Jj asked innocently. 
I just shrugged "He's not really in the picture these days"
"I'm sorry," JJ offered. 
"It's alright. We get by ok. I've had to grow up pretty fast these past few years since my brother started school, but it's worth it." 
"Wait. This is why you were so good at helping me and dictating everything you wrote isn't it. JJ asked. 
"I don't even think I thought about it like that, I just have spent a lot of time with my brother who also learns differently so it came easily to me" I answered genuinely. 
"That was the nicest way anyone has ever called me illiterate" JJ joked, perking back up to his normal self. 
I just rolled my eyes at that comment. We worked for a few hours only breaking for pizza and soda until about 10 pm. Until we decided we were caught up enough to call it a night. JJ promised to work more over the rest of the weekend to make up his share, even though I told him that wasn't necessary. 
Normally on Friday nights, I watched a movie after homework, studying and pizza with Y/F/N, but she left right after swim practice to go to her grandparents on the mainland. So I just offered JJ to stay. He accepted, quickly shooting a text to his friends to let them know his whereabouts. 
"Kie made it seem like they did a pretty good job of checking up on you" I noted. 
"They do, they mean well" he said. Now that I had seen him, I better understood why. They probably knew something that he wasn't ready to let me in on yet, even though I was desperately curious and felt unceasingly bad for him. 
As we watched the movie he slid closer to me on the couch. I was  keenly aware of his body’s proximity to mine , and not as much so to the plot of the movie. 
I was aware that i was a bit nervous and jumpy, after all I had never had a boy at my house alone before. But he put his hand on my thigh, and as much as I had wanted to not be nervous I moved away from him and put my back to the arm rest of the couch, hugging my knees into my chest.
“Oh fuck I’m sorry i knew i misread the vibe I’m an idiot” JJ quickly spat out 
“No it’s not…” I struggled to find my words which was rare for me 
“I just , I like you, but I felt like I gave you the wrong idea last weekend. I don’t want to have a one night stand, and then I felt like you didn’t speak to me all week or say anything after. I get that that’s what you’re looking for but it’s just not me” I word vomited
“I’m so stupid I’m sorry i should have known you’re too smart to think of me as more than a friend. Can we just pretend I didn’t do that”
“I do like you like that I just. I know you just do hook ups and I don’t know I know i sound like a prude but I don’t think i can do that.”
“Wait. You do like me like that?”
“Obviously. We have so much fun together.” I replied honestly. 
“I spent all of last weekend and all week convincing myself that I fucked up by kissing you. And convincing myself that you like every one else just wanted to brag about having some drunken escapade with JJ and never see him again.”
“And I thought you were mad I didn’t sleep with you because you didn’t text me. “  I admitted.  
“I’m sorry.” He looked heart broken. “It honestly wasn’t that. No one has ever wanted me in anyway other than for my body. So i assumed if you didn’t want to come home with me you were probably offended I even made a move at all and certainly couldn't like me back.” 
My heart hurt hearing his genuinely vulnerable comment. 
“I obviously always thought you looked good, but only have developed a crush on you now that I know you for you” you admitted. “But i assumed since you have your pick of gorgeous girls that you wouldn’t want me.”  My voice quivered. I had never once admitted to someone how insecure I was about how I looked. It always seemed like there were more important things than appearances, quite literally speaking in my life. But that didn’t make being a high school girl any easier. 
JJ scooted back closer to me and pulled me in a big hug. 
“I think you’re absolutely beautiful. I always have. Why else do you think the teacher put everyone else together with their normal partners except us and John B and Y/F/N. Because she noticed me staring at you up front all of class.”
“Is that true?”
“I’m pretty sure. Everyone else I know in that class has their normal partner.”
I let out a little laugh. 
“I must not have noticed because I was too preoccupied by your insights about our project   And your, well everything.”
I pulled away from JJ’s hug. 
“Do girls really not talk to you except to get you to hook up with them?”
He shrugged. 
“Usually people only think I’m interesting or want to talk to me at a party. That and my dad spent all weekend and Monday night reminding me how worthless and stupid he thinks i am.”
"Did he do this?"
He just nodded. His chin quivered. 
“You are actually one of the smartest people I’ve ever been paired with at our school. You are funny and interesting and genuinely a good friend to me day in and day out. “
At this point, my limbs were so entangled that i was sitting in his lap on the couch, your legs basically straddling him. His strong arms were snaked around my back, while mine rested on his shoulders. I leaned back so I could make eye contact with him. 
“Maybe we’re an ever better more messed up pair than I thought” he joked. 
This time it was my turn to make the first move. I leaned in slowly. Meeting his lips gently as his face was all bruised. He sighed happily. I deepened the kiss. His hands slowly unwrapped from my back and made their way onto my backside, slowly rocking me in his lap. 
I hated that I pulled away. 
“I thought you didn’t want me to use you for your body.”
“On second thought, please do” he joked, voice husky. 
“I wouldn’t want you to think I don’t like you for your brain.” I  said as I climbed off of his lap. 
Without even having to explain again though, he understood I was only ready to move so fast. By the time we had rehashed all of our misunderstandings and made out through the second half of the movie, I was exhausted, as I had been up since morning practice. Something told me, and it wasn’t just the bags under his eyes, that JJ also hadn’t been sleeping very well. 
“Wanna stay the night uh. I mean. Like just actually sleep here?” I asked. 
He nodded happily before getting up to follow me upstairs. I quickly changed into pajamas in the bathroom and emerged to JJ, shirtless and littered in even more bruises, a pair of my baggy swim sweatpants sitting low on his waist. 
I climbed into my bed at the same time as he did, and he pulled me in close to him.  My head rested on his shoulder. 
“Can I ask you something ?”
He asked softly.
“Would you wanna be my girlfriend?”
I nodded softly.
“I would love to”
He kissed the top of my head
-Two weeks later-
I entered John B's house, through the screen door on the porch, and came into the kitchen to meet the already gathered pogues. I was joining them in celebrating the last day of school.
Pope immediately asked me when Y/F/N was arriving, so I reassured him that she would be there for the real full party. I walked over to JJ who wrapped his hands around me from behind and placed his head on my shoulder contently.
"Want a beer?" John be asked.
I nodded, and as he pushed open the fridge, I saw magneted to it our final graded report from our Biology final, with an A+ scribbled in red ink on the top corner.
"Aww our project" you involunatarily remarked. JJ stepped over trying to remove it from the fridge out of embarrassment, but John B intercepted him with both arms pulling the other boy close in a half wrestle, half hug.
"We're very proud of him, always" John B smiled ruffling a hand through JJ's hair and laughing while JJ groaned.
You were thankful for this found family when yours was away, but even more so for the love they provided JJ each and every day.
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