no place like home

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: you get kicked out of your house and have nowhere to go. you want to tough it out on your own but your boyfriend won’t let you.

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of abuse, alcohol, swearing

a/n: i’m back!!! wrote this instead of studying for my spanish midterm oops. hope that you all enjoy and make sure you send requests!

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You were good at hiding your emotions.

This wasn’t something that you were appreciative of, you were ashamed. You wish that you could express how you genuinely feel without being terrified that someone would take advantage of your vulnerability.

But that’s just how life works when you grow up in a toxic household, with a mother that isn’t the friendliest.

“Y/N?” Peter spoke, causing you to return from your trance.

“If you aren’t going to take this seriously then you can just leave.” He puffed, flipping back and forth between pages, searching for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

The two of you were currently studying for your midterms in Peter’s room. He was sitting at his desk, books sprawled everywhere while you sat on the carpeted floor, back pressed up against the wall.

“I can’t find the answer to question 32, did you?” He asked.

“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.” You replied, weakly.

Peter huffed as he flipped the pages aggressively.

“What is it?”

“It’s just-” He hesitated, “I don’t understand why you come over here every day and just sit there and do nothing.”

You felt a pinch in your heart as he let out his frustrations, “I’m sorry.”

“And stop apologizing!” Peter struck his fist down on his desk, causing you to recoil.

He noticed how you inched away from him, “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right,” You took a deep breath, “I’ve been in my head a lot lately and I haven’t been the girlfriend that you need right now.”

“Not to mention I’ve been a terrible study buddy.” You laughed, Peter smirked.

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that I scared you.” He was disappointed in himself. For a split second, he forgot about how sensitive you are.

“How about we take a little break? We can go out and get something to eat and maybe watch an episode of The Office?” You suggested as you stood up.

“I’m in work mode right now,” Peter watched your face for any signs of disappointment.

You nodded, glancing at the clock, noticing the time, “I should get moving before my parents notice that I’ve been gone this long.”

You bent down and began to place all the science and math textbooks into your bookbag.

“You should spend the night. May won’t mind, she loves having you over.”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured but, Peter didn’t look satisfied.

“Hey, hey,” Grabbing his arms, you wrapped them around your waist, placing your head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, I promise.”

You stood in each other’s embrace for a few moments, finding harmony in each other’s presence.

Peter’s mind is always going 100 miles per hour, especially right now with the stress of midterms and having to make time to patrol the city. The both of you were dealing with stress and being able to have a few seconds of tranquility made all the difference.

“I’ve gotta go.” He released you from his clutch.

“Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.”

“I love you.” He beamed.

“I love you.”

–

Sneaking into your house is way harder than sneaking out. Having to avoid not only your parents but your loud dog that gets super excited when she sees you.

Throwing your bag on your bed, you climbed through your window, careful not to slip on any of the toys scattered on the floor.

Everything had been calculated so that your mother and father would eat dinner while your dog begged at their feet, so you come out of your room and claim that you had been taking a nap.

But not everything goes according to plan. Your parents never let the dog out of your room so, she was lying in your bed instead of on her own. She felt your bag hit the bed and shot up, beginning to bark.

“No, no, no!”

It was pointless trying to get her to stop because you could hear the harsh footsteps on the way to your room.

Your mom stood in the doorway, arms crossed as she leaned against the frame. The tension increased by a tenfold. Your confident stature depleted with every second that passed.

“You know, if I’m going to pay for this room, I expect it’s going to be used, right?”

“Yes,” You’d learned that she’ll make it easier if you agree and don’t antagonize her.

“So, when you’re not in here, it tells me you aren’t using it.” She spoke, malice laced within her voice, “Do you want to live here?”

“Yes.” You responded.

Your mother nodded her head, “If you sneak out again, I’ll see that you don’t have a room to come home to.” She sent you a passive-aggressive smile and slammed your door.

You let out a sigh of relief, even though she just threatened to kick you out if you snuck out to see Peter again. The exchange had gone better than most nights, presumably because it was too early for her to drink.

Flopping on your bed next to your dog, you let her give you a couple of kisses before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and sending Peter a message.

You: Hey! I’ve made it home.

Peter: Great. Still studying :(

You: Keep pushing!! I’ll make sure that I help next time

Peter: Any problems?

You: Nope :)

Peter: Good.

Peter: Wanna retry this study date tomorrow at 6:30?

You: Yep, see you then <3

“Shit.” You huffed.

–

You were asking to get thrown out. Here it was, 6:00 pm, and you were crawling out of your window as if your mother didn’t threaten you with eviction less than 24 hours ago.

As you strolled toward the Parker’s apartment, you thought of how your foolproof plan could go wrong. Would your dog bark again, or would your mom be waiting in your room as soon as you arrived?

“Hey,” Turning your head, you saw none other than Peter Parker send you his alluring smile.

“W-What are you doing out here?” You questioned, eyebrows contorted in confusion.

Pulling his hands from behind his back, he displayed 3 bags of food, “I was picking up our dinner for tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“I thought we could scrap the whole studying idea and have dinner with May.” He revealed.

You tried your best to control your facial expressions and body language, not wanting to give Peter any signal that this would raise a problem.

“Sounds good.” You nodded.

“I’m so glad that we’re able to do this before I patrol. It puts me in a good mood before I go-”

“Kick some ass?” You interjected.

“Somethin’ like that.”

The rest of the walk to Peter’s apartment was filled with stories of the peculiar things that he would see while patrolling the city at night. Weird things that people tried to steal and the extravagant costumes people wore.

“A nightgown?” You asked as you entered his apartment.

“A nightgown,” Peter confirmed as he took your jacket, hanging it on the rack mere feet away from the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N!” May greeted, waving at you from the kitchen.

“Hey, May! So nice to see you again.” She emerged from the kitchen and gave you a small hug before turning her attention towards her nephew.

He handed her a receipt, and the placed the bags on the dining table, “Let’s eat.”

“So, Y/N, how’s school going? Someone has been studying like crazy.”

“School is going well. I think people are stressed with midterms, but I can’t wait until things get back to normal.” You explained, putting food onto your plate.

The conversation flowed nicely. It was easy to talk to Peter’s aunt because she was so understanding and non-judgmental, she had become more of a mother towards you than your actual parent.

“I guess it’s true that time passes faster when you’re having fun,” Peter spoke.

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9:45. It was at least a 30-minute walk back to your house

“Oh my. I’m sorry to rush out like this but, I have to get home before-” You paused, not wanting to say anything that would worry Peter or May, “This was fun we’ve gotta do this again.”

“Soon.” May smiled, watching as you grabbed your coat, frantically.

“I love you, Peter. I’ll text you when I get home.” With that, you exited the Parker’s apartment and rushed out of the building.

There was no way that your absence went unnoticed by your mother, now that she’s on high alert of you sneaking out. You had completely forgotten about checking the time. There was something about the Parker’s that made your problems seem so minuscule to the point where you didn’t even think about them.

With every step you took, the pit in your stomach increased in size. Whatever destiny you had waiting for you at home, you didn’t want it. You wished that you could turn around and go back to Peter’s apartment and exchange funny stories with him and his aunt.

But you can’t outrun fate.

When you reached your window, you were faced with 3 black trash bags and a note, “I warned you.”

“Fuck,” You sobbed, “She fucking kicked me out.”

You always knew that your relationship with your mother wasn’t the best but, you loved her and you assumed that she loved you too. You didn’t even want to imagine what feelings she harbored towards you if she could throw you out with ease.

You opened the bags and saw your clothes, materials for school, and a few miscellaneous things. There was no way that you could carry all of this stuff, it was way too heavy and you didn’t own a car.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” You heard someone say from the roof.

The first thing you noticed was the colors red and black and knew exactly who it was, “What are you doing here?”

“Y-You rushed out of my house like we had a disease or something, I knew something was wrong.” He explained.

You couldn’t see under his mask but it didn’t take a genius to know that he was confused, “What’s all this?”

“Pete, I think I’m in trouble.” You croaked, your eyes were red and blurry from crying.

He came down from the roof and instantly embraced you in a hug. You let a sob escape your throat as he held you, “Why didn’t you just call me? We could’ve figured something out.”

You sighed, “I’m not your responsibility. Plus, you have all of this stress on you and-”

“Did you think that I’d turn you away or something?” He questioned, taking off the mask covering his face so that he could look you in the eyes.

“Look at me,” Peter gently took your face in his hands, “I know that you grew up thinking that you are a burden but you’re not.”

“Do you remember when I was distant from everyone for months after Uncle Ben?”

You nodded.

“You were the person that restored me to normal. No one asked you to but you did, remember that?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, resting your face in his palm.

“We’ll figure this out together.” Peter reassured, caressing the back of your head as he pulled you into yet another hug.

“Together?”

“Together.”

not all wishes come true.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: alluding to death, sadness, this is unedited… sorry :(

summary: he is gone. nothing will ever bring him back. but one can only wish.

a/n: i’ve been absent from this blog for a little bit. i haven’t felt like myself and this whole thing explains how i’ve been feeling recently. lost and out of touch with myself. hopefully things can get a bit better as time passes but, i genuinely don’t know. really sorry that this is a ball of angst. hope you enjoy <3

There has been countless nights when I sat in this same spot that I am sitting in right now, making the dent bigger and more prominent with each second that I continued to rest in my current position. But the only difference what that, he was here with me.

While I read whatever book seemed to grab my attention, his face was lit up by the LED from his phone screen. I would always yell at him for how close that he held that device to his face, knowing that his vision would be royally affected in the future because of his younger self but he would always assure me that he was, “Never getting older,” and in response, I would always scoff and continue to let my eyes wander the page, taking in each word as I met them.

He was the one person that I could go to when I was feeling the way that I’m feeling now. Empty, alone, foreign to my usual, upbeat and perky self. Now that he’s not here anymore, I’m genuinely wondering who I’m going to go to now.

My friends? No way, they’d just say “same” and we’d continue talking about whatever unimportant topic that was the subject of the previous conversation.

My parents? No. They’d tell me that I had your ordinary case of teen angst and that it was nothing that a good nights sleep couldn’t fix.

My brother? Maybe. He would listen to me but let’s be honest. No matter how many nights that I pray, he’ll never magically morph into the boy that I oh so desperately want by my side right now.

I’m numb. Numb to the sadness that I feel every single day that I open my eyes. It’s like I’ve placed the emotion in a box and shipped it somewhere but, it always comes back to me. I want it gone but, how is it supposed to leave if he isn’t here? How is my everlasting pain supposed to subside if his absence is the reason why it formulated in the first place?

I wish I could turn my head to the left and see him, in his usual spot, scrolling on Instagram and laughing at the memes that most people found stupid but, he was a sixteen year old boy, what else would you expect? I wish that I could smell the dollar store cologne that he would throw on right before leaving his house, claiming that it made him seem, "More like a business man in funny stock photos than a teenage boy looking for trouble.”

I wish I could hear him laugh one more time, I wish that I could hear his footsteps as he approached my bedroom door. I wish that I could hear the sound of tiny pebbles hitting my window at 3am.

Sometimes it doesn’t feel real. It feels like I’m living in an alternate universe or I’m a character in some television show. That one of these days, my eyes will open, I’ll adjust to the blinding light and he’ll be right there, giving me his infamous devilish smirk.

But then, the memories hit me like a semi-truck speeding on the freeway.

He is gone.

He is never coming back,

No matter how many stars I wish upon, how many nights I stay awake, being eaten away by my own thoughts.

He will never lay in his spot again.

He will never spray the scent of his cologne on his clothes again.

He’ll never knock on my door again.

He’ll never sneak me out of my house at 3am.

And that’s something I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life.

From past experiences, I know that things are going to get easier. I know that one day I’ll notice that the weight on my heart is no longer there, I’ll most likely smile and carry on with my day, forgetting whatever had me all worked up when I was sixteen. But the thing is, I don’t want to forget.

I don’t want to forget his quirks and mannerisms. I don’t want to forget our inside jokes. I don’t want to see his rings sitting on the counter and forget where they came from or who they belonged to.

I know that I should be mad at him, for leaving the way that he did, but I can’t seem to bring myself to hate the boy that brought me an immense amount of joy. He was always reckless, I should’ve known that one day we’d be in this predicament but, I never wanted to imagine it, terrified that I’d be manifesting it into existence.

Placing my head on my pillow, I closed my eyes as I began drifting off. Crying for what feels like decades makes you tired, huh?

I hoped that I’d dream about him, hoped that I’d feel him wrap his arms around my waist as I did something in the kitchen and twirl me around. Hoped that I could feel him stroking my hair as I fell asleep. Hoped that I could sing to him on one of his bad days.

But, things hardly ever go in my favor nowadays.

Seconds before I finally fell, I heard something. It was so faint that I could barely make it out if it wasn’t dead silent in my room.

I think it was him, but maybe hours of letting the feelings escape my body through tears was making me go insane.

 “Y/N?”

My mouth couldn’t move. I was paralyzed in my spot. It felt like someone dropped a building on my torso and I was struggling to escape from the debris.

There is was again,”Y/N.”

My heart and head were fighting with each other. One told me to call out to him, he’ll come back. All of my wishes would come true in a matter of seconds. But the other told me to get a grip, he’s gone..

Looks like my heart was winning this battle because I felt my lips form in the shape of this name “J-”

And just like that, my head made an swift comeback and sent receptors to my lips and demanded that they stopped moving, and that’s exactly what they did.

I was frozen again. Eternally frozen, waiting for the boy of my dreams to come back.

Looks like I’ll be here for a little while.

kiss the cook

summary: baking with jj maybank, a recipe for disaster.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: swearing, possible typos?

a/n: all i wanna say is that the muffins they make are really good and i highly suggest that you all try them :) hope ya enjoy !!! <3

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“Just let me in!” JJ yelled from the other side of your screen door, “Everyone else is busy. I promise I’ll sit still if you let me in.” He pleaded, letting out a heavy groan.

“Youpromise that you won’t get in the way.”

“You won’t even see me, silent as a mouse.” He continued.

He would not quit pestering you until you unlocked the screen door and let him inside of your house, “Fine.” You caved, moving out of the way to let him in.

“Why do you look like the Pillsbury Dough Boy?” The blond laughed, taking in your attire.

“Do you want me to kick you out?” You threatened, scowling at him.

He shook his head, smirking, knowing that he had you riled up. You left him standing in the doorway, going back into your kitchen.

He followed close behind you like a lost puppy in desire of attention, “So, why are you channeling your inner Gordon Ramsey right now?”

“Kook Academy is having an over the summer bake sale and they’re paying the people that take part.”

“So you signed up to help the Kooks, are you feeling okay?” He raised his hand towards your forehead.

“My mom needs the money,” You explained, watching as he took a seat on the counter that was far away from the ingredients that you had sprawled out.

“So, what are you baking, Betty Crocker?”

Smirking, you retorted, “Banana-Chocolate Muffins.”

“Ew,” His face contorted.

“Maybe you’d find them appealing if you ate something other than shrimp and grits.” You chuckled, returning the same energy that he gave you earlier.

“Haha, you’re funny, Y/N/N. I’ll give you that.” He swayed his finger in your direction.

“Can you pass me the spatula in that drawer over there?” You asked, pointing.

He plopped down from the counter and retrieved the spatula, but he didn’t hand it to you before saying something cynical, “Wait, wait. You’re not the Pillsbury Dough Boy,” He paused, “You’re SpongeBob SquarePants.”

You couldn’t deny that his pithy remarks were funny but, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“I thought you said that you would be silent like a mouse?” Squinting, you took the spatula from his right hand, watching as he searched for a way to respond to you.

“I can be the Chef Boyardee to your Betty Crocker?”

Instinctively, you grinned at his joke, knowing that he took pride, knowing that you found him entertaining.

“Okay, fine.” You complied, walking passed him to grab that cake mix, “But I’m the head chef.”

“Eye-Eye Captain,”

“You think you’re so cute.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“Iknow I’m so cute.” JJ corrected.

“Can you grease those pans next to you while I do the ones right here?” You asked, overlooking his previous remark.

To be honest, he didn’t totally know what that meant and he didn’t want to ask you. So, he did not do it, reminding himself to do it later.

After you greased your pans, you thought out loud, “All right so now we have to mix the cake mix, eggs, sugar, and bananas.”

“Should we do it by hand or use the mixer?”

“Uh,” JJ contemplated what to say next, “Mixer.”

“Mixer it is.” You went in the cabinet above the microwave, retrieving the machine.

JJ’s eyes widened, staring at the contraption. For someone that has never baked before, it looked odd.

You laughed, “Come here, it will not bite you.” He was hesitant to grab it but, eventually, he did.

“So, put this at the bottom of the bowl and move it around till everything is one solid color.” You explained.

“Mm.” He replied, not hearing what you told him, looking at the machine, trying to figure out how to maneuver it.

“Here,” You smirked, turning the mixer on and grabbing his hand, showing him how to mix properly.

He looked over his shoulder, observing how you focused. Smiling warmly, he looked away before you noticed that he was staring.

You took your hand away, “You’ve got it.”

“Chef Boyardee has everything under control.” He replied smoothly, turning around for a split second to look at you.

You raised your eyebrows, smiling at him while backing away, resting on the counter.

JJ continued to mix everything while you texted Kiara on your phone. Every couple of seconds you’d take your eyes away from the device, making sure that everything was going smoothly.

It was hard to not look at the way JJ’s shoulder blades would flex as he moved his arm back and forth, moving the mixer inside of the bowl.

Kie: It’s so boring at the chateau

Y/N: JJ told me you guys were busy?

Kie: Definitely not. We’ve just been sitting around watching tv

Y/N: He begged his way into my house and now he’s helping me bake muffins

Kie: JJ baking?? never thought I’d see the day

Kie: Make sure you ask him why he thought we were busy and tell me what he says

“This color looks like my shit,” JJ observed, tearing you from your conversation with Kiara.

“Now I’ll never be able to get that image from my mind.” You rolled your eyes, placing your phone in the pocket of your shorts.

“What’s next, Betty?”

“We pour the mix into the pans and then put it into the oven.” You explained, double-checking to make sure that the oven was on.

“Really? I thought we’d have more to do.” He pouted, poking out his bottom lip.

“Sorry, Mr Boyardee but, the reason I wanted to make these muffins is that they don’t take 30 years to make.” 

He rubbed his hands together, “Well, I’m excited to taste one.”

“Nuh-uh lover boy. These are for the bake sale.”

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, flipping his hat around on his head, “Just one?”

“Fine, we can split one.” You watched as his face lit up, “Now it’s your turn to put the mix into your pans.” 

He snickered, earning a look of confusion from you, “What?”

“Put my mix into your pans,” He cackled, raising his eyebrows, you shook your head.

“I have a dirty, dirty mind,” He explained, tapping his temple.

JJ’s mind was racing 3000 miles per hour so, he didn’t notice that he failed to grease the pans for the muffins, “I hope these taste good,” He commented while placing the pan into the oven, next to yours.

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“While we wait,” you began, taking a seat on your recliner, “Why did you lie about the rest of the Pogues being busy?”

“I didn’t lie, just changed a few key details of the story.” He shrugged, taking a seat on the floor in front of you.

You scoffed, “C’mon, you lied.”

“Fine, fine. I embellished the story, so what? I wanted to hang out with you. Are you going to charge me, officer?”

He spotted a pen that was sitting on the coffee table. He picked it up. You kicked your foot in his direction to get his attention.

“And I got to see you in that hot ass apron.” He smirked, putting the pen back where he found it.

“Can you tell me why you embellished, please.” You urged.

“Ah, ah, ah. No way, I remain a mystery.”

“I don’t get you, JJ Maybank.” You chuckled.

“Correction, JJ Boyardee.” He poked the ankle that was closest to him.

“I’m surprised that you messed nothing up, today. I’m proud of you, Boyardee.”

“Thanks, Crocker.” He smiled up at you, putting your calf in a headlock as he liked things on Instagram.

Y/N: He said he wanted to hang out with me, that’s why he “embellished the story”

Kie: Idiot

Kie: Makes sense though, he was bitching to me cause John B wouldn’t let him borrow the Volkswagen to go to your place

Y/N: He confuses me sometimes

Y/N: Like he hits on every single girl with a pulse and then I hear shit like this and I’m like…. what the fuck do I do???

Y/N: And not to mention the whole Pogue on Pogue shit has me even more conflicted

Kie: Listen, I was the biggest advocate for no macking on each other but that was only because I was the only girl and now that you and Sarah are here, makes more sense for us to drop it you know?

Y/N: What are you telling me, Kiara Carrera?

Kie: I’m telling you to go for it. Even though he can be an idiot, he’s probably just as conflicted as you are right now.

Y/N: Who knew a day of baking would lead to this

Kie: “Look at us.”

Kie: “Who would’ve thought?”

Y/N: “Not me.”

“The timer is about to go off,” JJ noticed, “Should we take them out?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook the thoughts out of your head and tried to focus on anything other than the boy in front of you.

JJ was the first to get up and head towards the kitchen, you needed a couple more seconds before following behind, “Shit, shit, shit!” He screamed, you shot up instantly and saw JJ trying to reach into the oven, minus the mitt.

“JJ!” You rushed over, “Are you okay?” You took his hand and ran it under some icy water for two seconds.

“I got distracted thinking about stupid shit.” He took off the red snapback on the top of his head, slamming it on the counter.

“I-It’s fine, JJ. It was an accident, don’t beat yourself up.” You let go of his wrist, taking the muffins out and placing it on the stove so they could cool.

“Here, come sit down.” You led him toward your recliner, forcing him to sit down while you went into the shared bathroom with your mother and grabbed the first aid kit.

“Y/N, I’m fine. I don’t need all of this.” He tried to stand up, but you pushed him back down.

“Do you want it to get infected?” You paused, waiting for him to interject, but he said nothing.

“Why do you insist on taking care of me?” He questioned, looking at you while you tended to the hand that he injured.

“Kie is the mom of the group, not me.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued working.

“No, no.” He pushed your hand away, “You take care of me differently. You like, make sure I’m eating enough and shit.”

“That’s just what you do for the people you like.” You shrugged.

“Y-You like me?” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, a grin was slowly appearing on face but he stopped, wanting to make sure you meant what you said.

Contemplating what to say next, you scratched your head, “I-I mean, like yeah.” You shrugged, trying to play it off as if it wasn’t such an enormous deal.

“Can you stop for a second!” He raised his voice, startling you, “I’m sorry.”

“Do you like me, Y/N?”

“Of course!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned, standing up, leaving you sitting on the arm of the chair.

“How could I? I mean, you’re always with some tourist.” You scoffed.

“Cause I thought you didn’t like me. You shoot me down all the time.” He paced back and forth in your living room.

“I want to take you on a date. Like an actual date to see a movie or some shit, I dunno.” He was spiraling out of his mind, saying things at 100 miles per hour.

“JJ, calm down, please.” You attempted to get his attention, but he kept rambling.

“Yeah, and put like extra popcorn on top, yeah.” He nodded his head.

You made an impulsive decision; you kissed him. It took him two seconds to realize what was happening, but once he regained consciousness, he kissed back.

“I didn’t know I was wearing a kiss the cool apron?” He joked, beginning to look around frantically.

“Stop,” You chuckled, hitting the side of his arm, “Can you think straight now?”

“I dunno, I mean, are you going to kiss me like that again?” He crooked his head to the side, giving you a smirk.

Shaking your head, you walked by him and headed in the kitchen, “I think we can take them out now.” You poked and prodded at the muffins inside of the silver pans.

You took one of the bigger muffins out perfectly, “This came out nicely, try that pan.”

JJ walked over and tried to pry them up but they wouldn’t budge, like it cemented them down. Then it all hit him, “I-I forgot to grease the pan.”

It stunned you. You couldn’t get a full 24 hours without something going wrong.

“Are you serious?” You whined.

“I’ll make you more,” He paused, “If you kiss me again.”

“Never going to happen.”

No Body, No Crime [Sneak Peek]

Warnings: Swearing, Talks of sex, Mentions of drugs, swearing

A/N: Sooooo… it’s taking me a very long time to finish this request but, I wanted to give a little sneak peek! I’m not finish writing but, I hope this keeps everyone satisfied until I’ve finished. @a-bolanos I hope you enjoy this sneak peak lol <3

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“Shit, Y/N. Is this–?” He halted.

“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.

He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”

“I need to ask you a favor,”

Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”

“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.

He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”

You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”

Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”

“You’redefinitelymy type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”

“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”

A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.

“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”

“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”

She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.

She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”

Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be veryentertaining.”

He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.

Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.

While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.

golden hour

pairing: jj maybank x female!reader

summary: jj trying to convince you to take pictures during golden hour on the hms pogue.

word count: 1k+

warnings: sexual innuendos, language, insecurities

a/n:hey lol. i’m alive. the new season of obx has dragged me out of my dark and lonely hole. this was a draft that i had from last year. it’s been edited and revised! i hope you enjoy :)

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“You better be getting ready!” JJ shouted from the other side of the door as he passed by, walking into the kitchen.

All of the Pogues had spent the night at the Chateau. It was a given that you all would go on the HMS Pogue the following day.

You weren’t feeling up to going, knowing that you’d have to be seen next to Kiara and Sarah, and that was a scary thought.

You loved your boyfriend and it was clear that both of you were happy in your relationship but, that never stopped fear from creeping up your spine every time you had to be seen next to your drop-dead gorgeous friends.

“What’s taking her so long?” John B questioned as JJ entered the kitchen. His arm was snaked around Sarah’s waist.

“Don’t rush her.” Kie defended from the couch. You confided in her and Sarah one night when you were drunk, not being able to shut up about every inconvenience in your life, including your insecurities.

“Go check on her, JJ. What if she like…. fell or something?” Pope urged, scratching the top of his head.

“Dude, she’s 16, not a grandma that needs life alert.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Well, we can’t leave without her so, let’s just wait.” Sarah shrugged.

Seconds later you emerged from the guest room, arms covering your exposed torso but nonetheless, you were dressed & ready to go.

“Let’s goooooooo!” John B rushed, trying to get everyone out as fast as possible.

Everyone followed suit, exiting the house. JJ walked over to you, resting an arm around your shoulder, “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” You gave him a smile, taking his hand in yours as you exited the house.

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You were sitting next to JJ, observing your surroundings while he argued with Pope, “Taco versus Hamburger? Oh man, the taco would win for sure! It could sharpen its shell and stab the shit out of the hamburger.”

The sun was setting and it cast an amazing crimson hue on the water and boat.

“Kie, Y/N, get your asses over here. We’re taking pictures!” Sarah shouted. Kiara rushed over instantly but you clung to JJ’s arm, not in any rush to move.

“Ahhh shit, photoshoot time!” Pope teased.

John B got out of the way of Sarah and Kiara and joined the rest of you in the hull of the boat, “Sarah is really about to drag you up there if you don’t go take pictures, Y/N.”

“I think you should go, it could be fun?” JJ nudged his arm, getting your face out in the open again.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

“You just wanna use those pictures for later, don’t lie.” John B winked.

“Yeah, he has a folder with photos of you on his phone. I’ve seen it.” Pope chimed in, adding to the teasing.

“Ugh, JJ. You’re gross.” Scrunching your face, you walked away, heading in the direction of Kie & Sarah.

“W-What? It’s natural, everybody does it!!” Ignoring his constant cries for you to come back, you sat down and observed the photoshoot.

They looked in their element while taking the photos, so unapologetically beautiful.

“Hey!” Sarah smiled once she noticed that you were seated behind her.

“Come take some with us, hon.” Kie grabbed your wrist, urging you to stand up.

“No, no. I’ll watch you guys. Maybe even take some of you?” You insisted.

“Hear that, JJ? She likes to watch.” Pope whispered.

You scoffed, “He just wants you to take pictures so that he can…. admire them later.” Sarah smirked.

“He’s literally so gross.”

Kiara took a seat next to you, stroking your shoulder lightly, “Are you good?”

“I probably sound like a pick me but, I just don’t really want to take any photos. I just feel so silly because I know how insecure I really am. I’d feel like a fraud.” Shrugging, you looked back and forth between Sarah and Kiara, awaiting their responses.

“Hey, never invalidate yourself like that. You’re not fishing for comments or anything. It’s how you genuinely feel.” Kie grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I just feel so lost in situations like this. I mean– you two are in your natural element and I have no idea what to do.” You sighed, “And if what those idiots are saying is true, JJ is going to…. admire these later and, what if he doesn’t like what he sees?”

Sarah inhaled, ready to respond but your boyfriend appeared out of thin air. The two girls excused themselves, knowing that you probably wanted to talk to JJ alone.

“Hey.” JJ’s arms were crossed as he stayed standing, towering over you.

Ignoring him, you kept looking forward, “Listen, I’ll tell them to quit with the jokes, okay?”

You nodded your head, turning your head to look at him, “You know that this is a small boat and, sound carries, right?”

Nodding, you listened as JJ continued, “I’m not like those assholes over on Figure 8.”

He paused, looking at you to make sure that you were still listening, “I’m not gonna judge you, Y/N/N.”

“I know, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like a shitty boyfriend.”

Taking a seat next to you, JJ took your hand in his, “Y/N, there is no other girl in this entire Snickers galaxy that compares to you.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, “Milky Way, J. Wrong candy.” You nudged your head into his shoulder.

"Close enough,” He replied, wrapping his arms around your neck, “I am so in love with you, Y/N. It’s like…. fumbles with my insides and shit when I see you treat yourself this way.”

At this point, you could only nod. Tears were forming on your water line, threatening to spill over.

You stayed in his embrace for a few more moments. It allowed you to gather yourself before returning to the rest of the group.

None of the Pogues said anything. JJ was right, sound carried for miles on such a small boat so, you were one-hundred percent sure that they heard the entire exchange.

Plus, there was really nothing for them to say. For JJ’s standards, he did a really good job at comforting you.

As you enjoyed the silence between the six of you, JJ still felt as if it was a bit too silent for his liking.

“For what it’s worth, I do have a secret photo collection of you in my phone.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to giggle.