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[mrsmaybank]

I Still Hate You - JJ Maybank x Reader

ENEMIES TO LOVERS 

Summary: You hate JJ and JJ hates you, but after he’s forced to give you a ride home, words are exchanged and your issues are resolved.....in your bed. 

cw: smut, daddy kink, hatefuck, JJ being annoying, cursing(a lot), shitty writing

Rivalries and curses between teenagers were anything but rare on the Outer Banks. Honestly, there was a proper war on the island. I’m not talking about Kooks versus Pogues, though. This war is much more….personal. This is the war between me, and JJ Maybank.

His blonde head turned for a second to look behind him before swiftly, but not at all smoothly, speeding up to cut-off the Toyota Camry in front of us.

“Wow. You even drive like an asshole.” I scoffed.                                        “Huh?” He pretended not to hear me.                                                                   “I said, you’re an asshole.” I almost shouted into his ear. “Can you hear me now?” I mocked.

“Are you done? ‘Cause I could just leave you on the side of the road.” He retorted with the same nonchalant attitude he always spoke to me in.

“You wouldn’t.” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah? Give me three reasons I shouldn’t make you fucking walk home.”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious. He might’ve been.

“Um...for one, John B would kill you. Two, Kiara would kill you. And let’s see…. three, Pope would kill you.” I beamed at my own delivery of the very obvious reasons JJ would never leave me anywhere, no matter how much he might want to. Our shared friends would make him pay if he ever crossed that line.

He just rolled his eyes. I sat proudly in my seat as a comfortable silence overtook the truck.

Five minutes before we would get to my side of the island and our destination, JJ spoke.

God, we were so close to just being done with this shitty drive.

“Do you just not get any dick? Like at all? Is that why you’re so uptight?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“Oh my fucking god!” I slapped him over the center console. “What is wrong with you?!”

He just smiled his stupid cocky smile. “Sooo...yes?”

“What goes on in your head that makes you think that’s an okay thing to ask?”

“Kie tells me about her endeavors.” He laughed as he drew on. “....of the sexual kind.”

I just shook my head, “Yeah, well Kie tolerates you. I don’t.”

He tried to speak but I cut him off, “Anyway why are you so concerned if I’m getting any?!”

In an almost inaudible tone he muttered, “I could fuck that out of you.”

My brain malfunctioned and I swallowed hard. “What?”

“That horrible fucking attitude and smart ass mouth…” He looked away from the road and at me. “I could fuck it out of you.”

In the most pathetic display of wit ever, I tried to stand my ground. I just couldn’t think. I was beyond flustered. I mean..I mean! Was he propositioning me?! Or was this his new method of torturing me? 

“Yeah..right.” I got out.

JJ just laughed.

“Pff..” I looked out the window to avoid making eye contact. “No.”

“No, what? Did you start thinking about it or something?”

My eyes bulged out of my head. Maybe I did!?

“Shut the fuck up. And slow down. This is a residential area.”

We pulled into my driveway and we both got out. I turned around when I realized he’d followed me to the doorstep. “I’m not inviting you in.” I looked up at him with my arms crossed.

“You have the keg.” He replied in the most annoying, know-it-all way he could.

I shook my head, “Right.” I unlocked the door and stepped in.

“Your house is nice.” He said looking around and putting his hat on the front mantel. “Your parents still out of town?”

“Thanks.” I led him to the kitchen. “And yeah. They get back next week. Kegs in here.”

“Right.” He said softly.

“Right.” I replied even softer.

Was the AC on in here?

Why was I so hot?

Why was JJ looking at me like that?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I screeched when I noticed his weird ass pensive stare into my eyes. “Did you start thinking about it or something?” I mocked.

“No.” he said dryly but convincingly, picking up the Keg to take back to his truck. I began walking him out.

“See you later?”

“Obviously dumbass.” I rolled my eyes. “I bought the Keg. I’m going to the party.”

He threw the keg into his backseat and waved as I closed the door.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” I flipped him off before shutting the door.

I sighed and began to replay the events of the car ride again. Okay, the thoughts were less about the actual conversation and more about what it would be like to have JJ’s hands in my pants. It could never happen. I could never let him win. But I could think about it in the privacy of my own head as much as I wanted. And honestly, I did. Quite often. Even before today. Did I hate him? Sure. But was I immensely attracted to his stupid hot face and stupid hot abs and hair and…

“Fuck!” The knock on the door scared me but I rushed to open it. It was JJ.

“What?!”

He laughed at my frustration and grabbed my face, crashing his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, with purpose and with a force so strong it was like he’d been waiting for years to do just this.

I kissed him back softer. Completely, and utterly submitting to him and the overwhelming desire I felt.

We were like that for a while. Heaving for breaths in between harsh, sloppy kisses as it got hotter and hotter and hotter. My hands had found a place entangled in his hair but his wandered. They pinched my waist and caressed my back. They pulled me closer and closer. I tugged at his shirt in a silent beg for him to do what he said he would. Fuck me.

He took it off almost instantly, kissing me again as I caressed the skin of his bare shoulders.

We both kicked our shoes off and without separating mouths I tried to start for my bedroom. In the blind rush there, I knocked over a vase.

He tried to stop and address it but I didn’t let him.

“I don’t care.” I whispered before kissing him again.

“You’re that desperate?” He smirked back. I took the opportunity to discard my shirt.

“Shut up.”

For the first time, he completely stopped. He grabbed my cheeks with his hands forcing my lips to pucker saying, “Watch your mouth.”

He went to kiss me again, now grabbing my hair into a makeshift ponytail to kiss down my neck. “Say you’re sorry.”

He was still him and I was still me though, so I didn’t. But also…. I couldn’t. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over my chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and I couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic mewl. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

“I’m...sorry..” He smiled against my skin when he heard it. Leading me closer to my bedroom door with strong hands on my hips he teased again. “Atta girl.”

I began undoing the button of my shorts, sliding them off and he stopped me as I stepped out of them. “Where’s your room?”

I grabbed his hand and led him to it, “Over here.”

When I let go of him he sat down on the bed and began giving me instructions.

“Close the door and come sit.” I did as I was told and shut the door.

When I sat on his lap he kissed me again, “I like you so much better like this.” His hand slowly creeped into my underwear. “Any last words?” He teased me.

“I still fucking hate you.”

He responded by entering me with his fingers as I desperately searched for something to grab onto. “Shut the fuck up.”

I unfortunately did. Simply experiencing way too much pleasure to speak.

“You’re so wet.” He let me know graciously, continuing his ministrations inside me like it was the last thing he’d ever do. I felt drunk on his touch and I wanted more. I palmed him through his shorts, getting up and kneeling in between his legs. He hummed in satisfaction and I began undoing his pants. “I want it.” I slurred.

“‘Course you do.” We worked in sync to remove the constraining fabric.

I bit my lip and kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left mine as I continued to softly taste.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He pulled me up off the floor. “Just sit on it.”

I agreed and began to slowly sink myself down on him.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're on my dick.”

Every word that left his mouth made my hips rock a little faster.

“You’re so cute like this.”I moaned as his hands made their way to my boobs, the slow fondling a contrast to the desperate pace of my hips.

“So quiet and pretty.”

“You just wanted my attention, huh? Is that why you were so mean?”

I nodded my head as the knot in my stomach tightened. “Wanted to be a little whore for me?” He enunciated by fucking up into me harder and harder. “Hm?” One hand left my chest to rub circles on my clit.

“Yes!” I gasped, “Yes, yes, yes. Please--Daddy!” The Freudian slip left my lips before I could think, but JJ did not seem to mind one bit.

“Oh fuck me….” He let out, bucking his hips and thrusting up impossibly harder. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

My legs started to shake as I felt myself getting dangerously close to the edge. JJ must’ve felt it because he placed his hand right under my chin and told me, “Ask me.”

I laughed and threw my head back, “Ask you what?”

“Ask me if you can come.”

I whined, “Can I come, Daddy?”

“No.”

He flipped me over so he was on top and began pounding into me with even more force than before. “This is for every time you were a total--Fuck!” He shook his head “You’re so tight.” He stayed fully inside of me and gave me a wet kiss before spitting out, “For everytime you were a fucking bitch.”

“I’m soo sorry,” I droned sarcastically in between moans. If I was close before, now I was just seconds away. Tears were pooling out of my eyes at the sheer intensity of how hard JJ was fucking me. I guess the rumors were true. He was good at this. Really good at this.

“Come inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah?” he smiled, as one hand went to hold me down by the shoulder. “You first.” The other hand rubbed my clit with care.

“Fuck Jayj! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna-”

“Come babe, go ahead.” My vision went white and he kissed my open mouth. There was a symphony of kiss-drowned out moans and the violently loud slapping of skin as he sheathed himself as far inside me as he could and filled me. The orgasm was otherworldly.

“Holy shit.” He panted and rolled off me. To my suprise, a sweaty arm wrapped around me and held me to his chest. Looking down slightly he asked, “Did I fuck the physco bitch out of you?”

“Shut up, you like me.” I responded. “Just a little.” he kissed my forehead and it was sweet. He was a sweet boy.

“What’d you come back for?” I asked, thinking I knew the answer. 

“My hat.” 

We laid there for a while in a different type of comfortable silence.

“I have to get ready.” I said, getting up. I tossed him his shorts, “Let’s go get the rest of our clothes.”

He got up and followed me out, kissing me again as soon as we were in the living room.

“Who is desperate now?” I asked.

“I can’t help it. You’re so-”

“Hi guys.” John B said, smiling from the couch as Kie and Sara bursted out laughing from the loveseat. Pope’s mouth was hung open.

“Oh fucking great.” I exasperated.

JJ in typical, shithead JJ fashion, just smiled.

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[mrsmaybank]

@jjmaybitch commented: THINGS JJ WOULD COMMENT ON YOUR INSTA

cw: teasing, jj calls u fugly 😭

a/n: all In good fun :) jj loves you and so do I. 

PART ONE HERE :)

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Just You

@jjmaybitch commented: Let me take u out

@jjmaybitch commented: Beautifulest girl

@jjmaybitch commented:  OH MA LORD

@jjmaybitch commented: Mrs. Maybank u r lookin fine today 

@thepope3141 commented: you aren’t married????

@jjmaybitch commented: Yea we r 

@jjmaybitch commented: All mine

@jjmaybitch commented: AAAoooga

@jjmaybitch commented: U r Perfection

@jjmaybitch commented: All hail my queen 

You + Him

@jjmaybitch commented: Future offsprings r blessed

@jjmaybitch commented: Imma print this masterpiece

@jjmaybitch commented: We are Romeo and Juliet 

@thepope3141 commented: They both die

@jjmaybitch commented: What the fuck

@jjmaybitch commented: Y r we so cool 

@jjmaybitch commented: We need to make a baby it would be so good looking 

You + Kie

@jjmaybitch commented: Ew worst duo ever 

@kietosh commented: don’t b jealous🙄

@jjmaybitch commented: Girls don’t fight over me

@jjmaybitch commented: Y/N replaced me bruh 

You + John B 

@jjmaybitch commented: Love of my life and y/n 

@jjmaybitch commented: So handsome bro

@jjmaybitch commented: Homie hopper

@johnbr03 commented: U are a dog.

You + Pope 

@jjmaybitch commented: Fuckin amazing photo 

@jjmaybitch commented: Pope don’t take my girl

@thepope3141 commented: Ok fine

@jjmaybitch commented: THANK YOU 🙏🏻G

@jjmaybitch commented: Pope u sexy beast

@jjmaybitch commented: Baby you are so beautiful pope move

You + The Pogues 

@jjmaybitch commented: U r all fugly next to me NO CAP

@jjmaybitch commented: Day 1s

@jjmaybitch commented: Sexy mfs wow

@jjmaybitch commented: Me and y/n and our children

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[mrsmaybank]

JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ and the reader are soulmates, lovers, dating, best friends.

TW: Language, Weed, Non-graphic sex scene. 

A/N: Haven’t written for JJ in a while. Hope you like!

“Are you high?” JJ asked me, grabbing my face, his tone afflicted with betrayal. 

JJ and I were notorious amongst our friends for bickering, specifically about my personal favorite plant, ganja ranja. 

I cupped his face so we were both holding each other by the cheeks. “Only off life.”

I opened my eyes wide to show just how white the whites of my eyes were. “See?”

“Good.” He said, laying his head down on my lap. “I was about to beat your ass.” 

“Fair.” I replied, and it really was. I’d be mad if he smoked without me too. “You want gum?” 

He nodded his head and opened his mouth in a smile. 

“Here ya go.” I spit my gum into his mouth and we both smiled in satisfaction when he caught it.

Pope flared his nostrils in disgust. “You guys are gross.” 

To anybody else, Pope was right. But for me and JJ? Shit man, that’s just the way it is. Classic JJ and y/n. Nothing gross about two friends sharing gum. 

JJ sat up and swung his arm around my sunburnt shoulders. He started in a fake serious tone, “We are trying to reduce waste, Pope.” 

I smiled in agreement, “Yeah man.” I looked around in search of my turtle-loving hippie girl friend. “Kie you proud?” 

“That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?” I heard John B. He was balancing on the roof of this construction site, a soon to be second home for some Kook. 

“I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.” Pope said. 

“Jump John B! I’ll catch you.” I smirked. 

Pope and John B kept going at each other, Kie was back and rambling about turtles, but my mind tuned it all out. My focus was on JJ, on how the blue of his eyes matched the blue of the ocean. No words could do the beauty of that color justice. I kept staring at him, my haze only broken when I heard him say to John B, “Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one.”

“Whoa! Oh, shit.” John B’s beer hit the deck as he struggled to regain his balance.  

“Of course you did.” JJ shook his head. 

Pope laughed, “Smooth.” 

“A-plus.” I added. 

“Dumbass.” Kie agreed. 

“Hey! Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up.” JJ said, leaning over the railing of the house. 

He grabbed my waist, and pulled me close, looking into my eyes. “Sup baby. You wanna get outta here?” 

I slapped him, “In your dreams!” We started to laugh and run the fuck out of the building at the same time. 

The guards shouted directions at each other and we just kept being our hilariously disrespectful selves. 

“Hey! Stop!” The guard almost begged.

“I got him!” Shouted a guard. I looked over my shoulder, and there was was JJ spinning his way out of a guards grip.

“Not much of a hugger!” He was free. Like always. He always managed.

I ran as fast as I could to the van, adrenaline fueling each leap. 

“Come here, you little pricks!” The guard yelled.

“Bus is leaving!” I heard John B shout from the drivers seat of the van.

“You're gonna give him a heart attack.” Kie said. 

“You're so close! You can do it. There you go. They don't pay you enough, bro.” JJ tossed him an empty beer can. 

“JJ, stop. Stop!” Kie reprimanded. 

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.”  My blond friend retorted.

This was so Pogue cliche. 

The next couple days were a blur. I was high for a lot of it, so thats a contributor, but still. Total blur. John B almost had to go to foster care on the mainland, a whole ass nightmare. Now there was a hurricane?

Damn, nobody can catch a break around here.

I decided I’d have to stay at the Chateau with JJ and John B for the duration of the storm. I just couldn’t stay at my own house for the amount of time it would take to wait out the rain and possible flooding. Hell no.

The three of us really hit the dirt in the family department. But I think we handle the lack of parental figures pretty well. 

I sat on the couch and started grinding some bud. Weed is a great way to pass time.

Three minutes into actually rolling, the first one was looking quite beautiful if I do say so myself. It got hot, hotter then usual anyway, so I took off my big Led Zeppelin shirt, leaving me in a once-white now beige bikini top. 

I heard the door creak open and JJ walked in, a smile plastered on his stupid hot face. 

“That’s a fucking sight.” He muttered under his breath

“‘Scuse me?” I said, finishing up rolling the last of the bud. 

“I just-“ he took a deep breath, “So gorgeous.”

“Thanks JJ.” I said, doubting but secretly hoping the compliment was sincere.

“Not talking to you.” He sat down next to me and snatched a J from the tray, placing it in between his lips. He sparked and took the first hit.

After a couple coughs, he gave me a high smile. “Talking to this.” He pointed to the smoking cylinder in his other hand.

“No J for JJ!” I teased, carefully but swiftly stealing it back. I took a long hit, inhaling every ounce of smoke, and not noticing JJ scooting closer. Much closer.

His hands traveled to the loops of my denim shorts. “You don’t look bad, though.” He licked his lips, “There’s nothing better than seeing a girl who looks like you rolling up.” 

“This is nothing but lust and that’s why it works.” I reminded myself at the less then romantic comment.

Casual hook-ups between me and JJ weren’t anything new, but the crew could never know. “No pogue-on-pogue macking” is a rule. And besides, it's not like they meant anything, we just got bored. 

He took the joint from my mouth and took a hit before gently putting it out, hands going to the nape of my neck, as fingers tugged me closer.

Our lips finally met and I swear, I was on fire.

God, has he always been this good of a kisser?

“JJ, John B-” I did my best to stop him.

He kissed me again, “He’s surfing the surge with Pope.” 

I put my hands in his hair pulling as the kiss further intensified, “Without us?” 

He laid me down and hovered over me, “I’m having much more fun.” 

He started kissing and sucking on my neck, I let out small whimpers as I felt more of him on me.

“Fuck.” His breath hitched.  I laughed and tugged on his shirt.  

“What's playing?” He asked, taking off my shorts. 

“It’s called Florida Kilos. One of many masterpieces created by Lana Del Rey.” 

He brought the joint back to his mouth, lit it again and blew the smoke looking over his shoulder. He brought it to my lips, as I was ripping I could see him trying to listen to every lyric. This was one of my songs. JJ has good taste in music. 

I got on top of him, his hands immediately going to my waist. I dramatically flipped my hair and started to lip sync the song. I was totally messing around, but JJ seemed to like it, if you know what I mean. 

I danced on top of him, mouthing every lyric, “You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool.”

His eyes widened in delight and I tried not to smile. “White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing” My hands caressed the muscles in his arms, and now his chest. 

I cupped his face, “You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in.”

That was enough to light an accidental fire of passion. 

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I rolled off JJ breathing heavy, and similarly, he was practically panting. He placed his head on my bare chest, and I massaged his head as he drew circles with his fingers on my belly. That was different than anything we’d ever done. Not physically, but emotionally, yeah. That didn’t feel like a casual hook-up. It felt too right, in every way. 

I picked up the J in an attempt to get too high to think. It was practically done already, I got the last couple hits. 

“Let’s go to Miami one day. Get really high and dance.” 

I laughed, “Yeah.”  I got up to shower, grabbing my clothes. 

“Where you going?” he asked me, his eyes like a lost puppy. 

I shifted awkwardly, being stopped in my tracks, completely naked. “Shower.” 

“Alright.” as I walked towards the bathroom, I heard him put his shorts back on and head to the kitchen, probably for a beer. 

The hot water felt nice, I could feel the permanent salt in my hair slowly being washed away. I practically screamed as I heard the door open. 

“Fuck! JJ! Busy!” 

“Not like I haven’t seen that before.” He took a swig of his beer and put the toilet seat down, taking a seat. “Did that feel different?” He stared at the wall. 

I sighed relieved, at least I wasn’t crazy. “Yeah. Kinda.” 

He put his beer down on the sink counter, “Good, good.” He started to take off his shorts and I felt a knot form in my abdomen. “What..What’re you doing?” 

“Showering. You’re taking kinda long.” 

“JJ, I-” 

I stopped protesting when I felt him behind me. The water hit us both. I had never done anything out of the realm of casual hook-ups. This was so….intimate. 

His hands traveled to my waist, hugging me from behind. I felt him place soft kisses on my wet back. I just closed my eyes. 

“I feel you, pretty baby, feel me.” He recited from our new song. I smiled. His arms slipped away and I turned around. He was starting to shampoo his blonde hair. 

“What’re you doing?” I looked at him confused. 

“Washing my hair?” He smirked and put the bottle down. “What? Did you think I came in here to have sex with you?” 

“I-no, just-” 

“Oh alright.” He smiled again. What an ass. 

We got out together, sharing a towel. I gave it to him to cover up and put on a clean bikini bottom. Swimwear was always appropriate attire in the Outer Banks.  I wiped the steam from the mirror and stood in front of it. JJ got behind me, hugging me again, admiring how I looked, bare in his arms. “You’re so beautiful.” I smiled and enjoyed the sight of us together, before something caught my eye. A dark purple mark right on my neck. “JJ you idiot! How am I supposed to explain this Kie? Or John? Or Pope?” 

He just admired it, giggling. “Pope probably doesn’t even know what a hickey is. As for Kie, and Johhny B, just- make something up.” 

“Fine. Fuck, I left my shirt in my bag, outside.” 

“I’ll grab it.” He put his shorts back on and went. I sat on the sink and tried to think about what had just happened, JJ and I showered together! And had, meaningful sex? Fuck, man. 

JJ returned, eyes widening as he did. “What?” 

“You look so hot when you sit on a sink.” I laughed, it was so specific and random it made it funny. 

He grabbed my legs and lifted me up, spinning to push me on the wall. I could see his back and my legs wrapped around his waist in the mirror reflection. We heard the Chateau door open and John B shout. 

“JJ! Y/N!” 

Our eyes met in panic, “Gimme my shirt.”

He tossed me the shirt he brought, and it was NOT mine. 

“JJ! This isn’t mine!” 

He winced, “I wanted to see you in mine.” 

“Fuck JJ! Wet hair, coming out the bathroom, half naked, together, and this FUCKING THING.” I pointed to the dark hickey on my neck. “How’s that gonna look?” 

“J? Y/N?” 

We stumbled out of the bathroom, trying to look as casual as possible. 

“What….?” John B laughed, “Did you guys just shower together?” He gave a questioning, but surprisingly eager look. 

“What?” I replied. “Nope, no way. That’d be weird.” Unlike JJ, I was a pretty shitty liar.  

“Holy shit.” John B dropped his backpack. “You guys are totally fu-”

JJ rushed to his side, “I’m gonna stop you there buddy. You wanna beer?” 

“Yes, but this conversation is not over. We have all night to talk about you and Y/N.” JJ guided him to the kitchen and I just shyly smiled. 

We all sat back down on the couch and enjoyed Marley and a cold one. I made guac and we feasted on that and tortilla chips.

John B shifted uncomfortably, pulling something from his seat. My Led Zeppelin shirt. I winced and JJ looked away. 

“Did you guys bang on our couch?” John B cringed. 

“No, our friend Y/N, was just hot. Because……… it is very hot. So she took off her shirt. To cool herself down.” 

“JJ, you’re a very good liar. But you know who isn’t?” He smiled and slowly turned his head in my direction. “Y/N? Did you-”

I merely looked at him in disappointment and embarrassment. I didn’t want John B to be mad at me, he was like my brother.  JJ hit me the awkward smile. 

“Hey.” John B gave me a hug, “I’m not mad. That Pogue-on-pogue rule is stupid anyways.” I felt lucky to have John B as a friend. He always knew what to say. 

“You guys are sappy.” JJ laughed. “Let's spark!” 

We smoked about three joints the three of us, and let’s just say we were rocks we were so fucking stoned. 

The hours passed, and the storm had started to make landfall. John B went to his dad’s room and passed out. I felt for him always, from experience I can say losing your dad sucks. 

JJ had claimed John B’s bedroom forever, and we’d slept together there before, but I think we both sensed how this time might be different. 

I layed down first, tired and coming off a high. JJ came in, smoking another joint, passing it to me to take off his shirt and lay down. I took a couple hits and put it out. I was afraid it was going to be awkward, but JJ and I were too close for anything to be even remotely weird. 

I pulled him close, big spooning him and humming in his ear. He turned around and our eyes locked. 

“I don’t like seeing you with other guys.” I was a bit taken aback. “I never have. It just wasn’t my place to say before.” 

“And it is now?” I say smiling. 

“Well now you know how I feel.”

“Have you always felt like this?” I asked. 

“Not always. But for a while.” 

I caressed his face. “Took you way too long to admit it, pussy.” I kissed him sweetly. We could hear the storm destroying everything outside, but I don’t think either of us cared. 

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[mrsmaybank]

Six Months - JJ x Reader Angst

Summary: After a huge fight, JJ and the reader break up. Six months later, they see each other again. 

Inspired by Born To Die by Lana Del Rey :) Listen while you read!!! 

Content: Angst

TW: Language, Angst

A/N: Kinda sucks, kinda long. Sorry :(

“JJ, I swear. Get the fuck out of my face.” 

This was your biggest fight with JJ ever. You were both stubborn, and hot-headed. Like two toxic versions of each other, and in the back of your head, you always knew this relationship was born to die. 

“Y/N fucking listen to me! You have to!” he shouted back at you.

You laughed sadistically, “That’s where your fucking wrong JJ. I do not have to listen to you! Nothing that comes out of your mouth can be trusted anyways.” You spat. 

He scoffed, “Why?”

You practically screamed. Was he seriously going to play dumb right now? “You lied to me, made me feel like shit, all so I could hear from Topper of all people, that you fired a round of shots at a Kegger at the fucking boneyard? Give me a fucking break JJ. What was going through your fucking head? Oh I know. Nothing. You don’t think before you act. And that-” You scoffed, “That’s fucking dangerous.” 

“Oh god, alright mom. This is the way I have to handle things.” He got up into your face and looked right into your eyes, “Some of us have real problems that need to be dealt with. It’s something you wouldn’t understand.”

You spoke before thinking, “I’m not your mom JJ.” You stepped away from him. “I actually give a shit about you.” 

His eyes immediately filled with rage, he ripped the necklace he’d gifted you from your neck. Throwing onto the floor before telling you coldly, “Get the fuck out of here.” 

Your eyes stung and tears flooded out, “You piece of shit.” 

You ran out of the Chateau hysterical. The pain was visceral, and hard to put into words. You hopped in your car and drove through the dark road fast, too fast. The street lights were blurred with tears as you raced out of The Cut. You never wanted to be on this side of the island again, a burning sensation that your parents and old friends were right. JJ wasn’t for you. He was a reckless and stupid piece of shit, and you couldn’t change that. You arrived at your house for the first time in days, your mother opening the door to see you in tears, with a look on your face she wouldn't forget. It was the look of heartbreak and remorse. She bit her tongue, not wanting to tell you, “I told you so.” 

You old-new friends didn’t give you that courtesy. The first time they saw you, their words were filled with fake pity and intentions of embarrassing you, with cruel jokes pointed at JJ just to see if they could get a rise out of you.

“How’d your mission trip to The Cut go?” 

“Is Pogue sex crazy?” 

“Did you feel like a Red Cross worker or something?” 

At first you’d defend The Cut, but slowly you just laughed. Your break-up with JJ made you want to be something completely different. You wanted to change everything JJ liked about you. And slowly, you did start forcing yourself to change. You shallowly enjoyed the luxuries you were privileged with, instead of shenanigans in the van, your weekends were filled with country clubs, coke and Kooks. It was all meaningless though, as time continued, your pain could no longer be numbed with a false new identity.

It had been 6 months, half a year exactly since you’d seen or talked to JJ. You had a few words with John B and Pope, but they were short and dull, them mostly being weirded out by you now that you weren’t with JJ. 

The only one who had made an effort to keep in contact was Kie, and today was her birthday party. No matter how fucked up things had ended with JJ, Kie was your friend, and not attending her party would make you a bad one. 

You showed up to the Boneyard, a keg already set up and reggae music blasting. It was mostly Pogues and Tourouns, barely any Kooks seeing as this was Kie’s party. You quickly said Hi to Kie when she split from the other pogues for a half a second. She gave you a warm hug and told you to have fun. She’d invited you out of courtesy. Not out of friendship. 

You sighed and decided your best option was to get absolutely fucking wasted.

Two hours later, you were on the hammock, beyond drunk. Your soul ached for JJ. All you wanted was his arms around you and his lips on yours. You wanted to tell him you loved him, and that you were sorry. That he was your world, and you were so wrong. But you couldn’t, you just couldn’t. 

Had JJ known you were at this party, he probably would’ve been a mess. The only person who was going through it worse than you, was him. He was heartbroken and angry with you, but he’d lost the love of his life, for what he thought was forever. He’d seen you while working on Figure Eight, happy with your Kook friends and lifestyle. He’d noticed how all his favorite things about you had seemed to change. He couldn’t help but feel like he was just a phase in your life. A phase that you were relieved to finally be done with. 

His coping mechanisms were Pogue-style sure, but similar. Partying, weed, meaningless hook-ups, but he didn’t have any methods to completely change who he was, even though he wanted to. 

Tonight, he had been macking on a blonde Kook named Cassie, who he thought had the potential to be the next Kook turned Pogue. He hadn’t realized, but he was trying to find your replacement, and it was not working at all. 

He led her towards the hammock, unbeknownst to him that you were sitting upright in it. Sobbing hysterically. 

When you saw him, his arm around the waist of Cassie, your soul left your body. You gasped for air and a sob left your mouth. He quickly pulled away from her instinctively. ‘Get away from me.” he told her. She just scoffed and walked away. 

You vomited, and passed out.  

You woke up on JJ’s chest, his hands gently caressing your forehead. You looked around, JJ not noticing you had woken up. You guys were in JJ’s room in the Chateau.  You felt his hands go into your hair, giving you light scratches on your scalp, just like you would do to him. 

You felt tears fill your eyes, mostly because you knew how much you missed this, and how much you would miss it tomorrow and the next day, and the next one. You twitched a little, and he peered over, his bloodshot eyes looking into yours. You twisted upwards looking directly at him. He’d been crying. He gulped hard, “Can we talk?” 

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