#jj imagines
cereal (jj maybank)
Requested by: No one, I just got inspired by a snippet I saw and came up with this
Pairing:JJ Maybank x reader
Warnings:none
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“JJ?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have a roommate?” you ask, trying to recall whether or not there was someone occupying the extra room in the apartment.
“What? No, I live alone. I told you that last time you were here, before we…you know,” he trailed off for a second, a deep tension building in his voice at the memory of what happened last time you came over. “Why?”
“You have no less than sixteen different boxes of cereal in your cabinet,” you point out, opening the cabinet door that you’d anticipated finding a glass in. “Seriously, I think you have more boxes of cereal in your cabinet than outfits in your closet.”
“Yeah, I like cereal. A lot,” he explains nonchalantly, opening a different cabinet and handing you a glass.
“I guess so,” you smile, filling the glass with water while silently observing his cereal choices. The majority of them were childhood classics like Cinnamon-Toast-Crunch and Fruity Pebbles, but there were a few healthier options like Honey Bunches of Oats and Frosted Shredded Wheats. Looking at the collection, you can’t help but wonder which ones are his favorite. You take a swig from the glass in your hand before placing it down on the counter, shooting him a content glance. You’d slept over the last time you came over too, but didn’t stick around long enough in the morning to get a real peak into his life. The cereal obsession he’s seemingly proud of makes you appreciate his gentle simplicity.
“Speaking of, I’m a shit cook, so if you’re hungry just pick whichever one you want, oh-uh except for the limited edition Cap'n Crunch-that’s uh, that’s mine,” he informs you, a serious but bashful look adorning his face. “I’ll kick your ass if you steal my Cap'n Crunch, that shit doesn’t stay in season for long. Anyway, the milk’s in the fridge behind the orange juice, you’re free to drink that too, if you want.” You blink at him with an amused glint in your eye, simply nodding in response, before pulling the Cinnamon-Toast-Crunch out of the cabinet.
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Summary: Jj gets jealous when he sees you with john b. You two have a physical relationship but Jj wants to get more serious. You can’t because Jj has a reputation as a player and you don’t want to get your heart broken. But Jj fights for you.
Summary: you are at a party on the beach and topper and rafe talk shit about you. Jj is a little too protective of you though.(involves gun) …You two have a big fight and when you go to apologize Jj is sitting in a jacuzzi….
Summary: Jj always hits on you and then talks about you with John b when you were behind them…Then after a party things get hot between Jj and you and the others hear you….
Nightmare
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Reader
Warnings: Abuse Mentioned (cannon to the show)
w/c: 500ish
Summary: After having a nightmare about something happening to you, JJ comes over to make sure you’re okay.
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You groaned and rolled over in bed, the familiar sound of tapping on your window waking you up. Your eyes adjusted in the dim light and you were able to make out the unmistakable outline of JJ crouched outside the glass.
You reached over and unlatched the window, letting JJ come inside. “Really J?” you sighed, voice still groggy, “It’s like 2 am, I mean I love you but it’s a little late to be-” You trailed off when you got a good look at the boy’s face. His eyes were puffy and red like he had been crying, “JJ… What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Are you okay?” He blurted out first before he answered your question.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at his question, “Yes, I’m fine. Are you?” You reached out and pulled him into a hug, noticing how fast his heart was racing when his chest was pressed up against yours, “Was it your dad? Did he?” You whispered almost afraid to ask.
You felt him shake his head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his embrace tightened around you. You sat in silence for a few moments, letting him calm down and take the time he needed before he told you what was going on.
“It was a nightmare.” He finally managed, “But it felt so real… I thought it was real.” He said with a shaky breath, pulling back to look at you with his tear-filled eyes. “In my dream, it was my dad- he came after you and…” his voice broke and he pulled you back into his arms.
Your heart broke for JJ. His father had always treated him so poorly. The abuse and neglect JJ had faced from the man who was supposed to love him the most made you sick to your stomach. And if it wasn’t enough for his father to torment him in real life now he managed to terrorize JJ in his dreams?
You felt tears prick at your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to help soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay JJ,” you whispered softly, “I’m okay- nothing’s gonna hurt me,” You pulled away for a moment, looking at his tear-stained face. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, “We’re okay JJ,” you assured.
He nodded, taking another shaky breath.
“How about you stay here tonight?” you offered, pulling back the covers and making space for him in the bed next to you.
“But your parents,” JJ pointed out.
You shook your head, “It’ll be fine, they never come in my room anyway,” you promised.
The last thing JJ wanted was to get you in trouble, but he also couldn’t ignore the relief the thought of staying with you for the night brought him. He finally caved, sliding under the covers next to you, “Thank you, Y/N,” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your back into his chest.
You grabbed his right hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, “Of course, JJ. I’ll always be here for you,”
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My Protector
Based On: Outer Banks
Characters: JJ x Kook!Reader, Rafe, Kie
Warnings: mild language, minor fight scene
w/c: 650ish
Summary:Unsurprisingly, Rafe and JJ get into it at a party.
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“Maybank is that you?” Rafe’s unmistakable voice yelled over the loud music, “Now who the hell let you into a party on the Figure 8?” He grabbed JJ roughly by the shoulder and yanked him so he would face him and his kook friends standing behind him.
JJ rolled his eyes as he locked eyes with the asshole in question, “Why don’t you ask your sister? Oh, but she’s probably busy with John B-”
“Don’t you say a word about Sarah!” Rafe sneered, lunging forward and grabbing the blonde by his collar.
“Woah, Woah,” JJ raised his hands in defense and feigned innocence as Rafe kept his hold on his shirt.
“Dammit, not again.” You huffed under your breath, noticing the commotion and the crowd starting to form a few yards away from where you and Kie had been sitting and enjoying your drinks. A fight was clearly starting to form and 9 times out of 10 the boys just happened to be in the middle of it.
“You think we could have one night- just one night where they stay out of trouble,” Kie added, quickly standing up and following you toward the growing crowd.
You shoved yourself through the bustling people, finally catching sight of what was happening. Rafe had JJ by the collar and was pointing his finger in his face as he yelled at him. You froze for a second, knowing just how bad things could get when JJ and Rafe went at it with each other.
“Rafe!“ You ran up to the two boys and grabbed ahold of Rafe’s wrist that was still holding JJ, "Rafe, come on just end it alright? Things don’t have to get ugly,”
Rafe glared at you, “Stay the hell out of this Y/N- God, you and Sarah disgust me almost as much as these pogues. When are you gonna stop pretending that we’re like them?”
JJ lunged dove forward at Rafe’s mention of your name, fists flying as he tackled Rafe to the ground. Rafe hit the sand with a thud, taking a few solid hits to the face before he was able to shove JJ off of him.
Both boys quickly jumped to their feet, faces red and chests heaving with anger and adrenaline. Rafe brushed the back of his hand against his nose, wiping away some of the blood that was falling from it.
“Alright enough!” Kiara stepped forward and put her body between Rafe and JJ.
You grabbed a hold of JJ’s arm and practically dragged him away from Rafe and through the crowd. “You can’t stay out of trouble for one night- not even one night can you?” You sighed, shaking your head.
He shrugged, a small grin forming across his face, “I just can’t help myself,”
You rolled your eyes, “Well next time I’m gonna let you two go at it, and we’ll see if you’re still smiling when his friends jump in and beat your ass,”
“Pfft,” JJ scoffed, “Come on I could totally take Rafe in a fight,”
“Maybe, but you know his friends- the second they see someone throw a punch they’ll jump into it and things will get really bad really quick,” You looked at JJ, tilting your head slightly, “Look I just get worried about you. You’re lucky I was there-”
“You know it’s cute and all that you’re trying to protect me, but you’re like a whole foot shorter than me, you know?“ JJ smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he spoke.
You rolled your eyes, resting your head into his shoulder, "Alright fine, I’ll remember that for next time JJ,”
“I’m kidding Y/N,” he smirked, squeezing your shoulder and giving you a peck on the cheek, “What would I do without you?”
You let out a breath, smiling at the boy, “I don’t know J, but you better keep me around for your own good,”
“Trust me, I plan on it,” He smiled, pulling you into a kiss.
Car Troubles
Based On: Outer Banks
Warnings: None
Characters: JJ x Reader
Word Count: 300
Summary:JJ saves the day and helps Y/N when she has some car troubles.
You groaned, pulling over to the side of the road as your car slowed to a stop, “Dammit,” you slammed your palm on your steering wheel in frustration as you opened your door to look at your car, immediately noticing that your back wheel was flat. You rested your head on your steering wheel in defeat as you realized there was no way you’d make it to the airport in time.
You snatched your phone up from the driver’s seat, catching a glimpse of a text message from JJ, “text me when you get on the plane. miss you already :)”
You clicked on his contact and called him, preparing yourself for the crap he was about to give you for needing help fixing a tire.
“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He answered.
“Hey,” you sighed, “I got a flat… can you please come help me?” Though you couldn’t see him, you could picture the cocky grin on his face.
“You don’t know how to change a tire?” He said, poking fun at you, “Wow, if only you had a boyfriend or someone who could have taught you how to do that…” He joked, referring to the many times he had tried to teach you how to do things like change a flat.
You could practically hear your earlier conversations, “It’s an important thing to know Y/N. What if one day I’m not there to help you?” You’d always brushed him off before, but you were greatly regretting your decision to now.
“Please JJ,”
“Of course JJ,” he laughed softly, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in like twenty,”
“Thanks,” you sighed, shutting your door and preparing to wait for his help.
“And hey,” JJ added, “Sucks that you missed your plane, but that just means you get to come over tonight… you’re gonna owe me for fixing your tire,”
A Long Day (Part 3)
This is the third and final part to the “A Long Day” Series.
Somehow you had managed to calm down during your drive to Kildare. You knew that no matter what your mom tried to do, your friends would be there for you every step of the way. Besides, staying at John B’s meant you’d be able to help him keep the place up for DCS and even help him pay rent. Another bonus is the amount of time that your boyfriend already spent there. You could transfer to their school in the fall and from there you could figure it out.
As you walked towards Twinkie, it started to rain. You smiled as you rapped your hand on the door in the ‘secret code’. You were quickly greeted by JJ, Kie, and Pope.
“Everything good?” JJ asked, searching your eyes.
“It is now,” you answered wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss.
“Okay that’s enough PDA, we are still here,” Pope joked.
The four of you sat and waited, they filled you in on the newest additions to the plan. Kie complained about Sarah, and how she couldn’t be trusted again. But again, your mind started to wander.
‘I didn’t know that sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.’
Why did it matter where people are from, who their parents are, and the amount of money they had? Your mother’s comments about JJ resurfaced, which led you to think about JJ’s dad and the scene outside of the police station. You allowed yourself to consider for a moment how much worse it would have been if you weren’t there.
Clearly starting to get in your head, you decided to leave before JJ noticed and asked you about it. “Okay, they are taking too long, I’m going to get them,” you explained before exiting the van.
You made your way to the Hawk’s nest only to see that John B and Sarah were joined by Topper. You sprinted up the stairs, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this, especially since he was already upset and drinking earlier.
“You are a stupid, lying whore Sarah,” you heard Topper say as you rounded the corner.
John B, pushed him out of her face, “Just stop it, man. Leave her alone.”
“Sarah you better tell him to back off, cause I’m about to beat his ass,” Topper threatened, “I’ll drown him like his old man, I swear I will,”
“No, you won’t,” you spoke before John B could respond, alerting everyone of your presence. You pushed yourself in between Topper and John B. “You guys can go, I have my car here, I’ll make sure Topper gets home okay,” you instructed without even looking back at them.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea,” John B replied.
“I’ll be fine, just go.” As soon as you heard them start to leave you looked back at your brother, “Come on Top, you’re drunk, I’ll drive us home.”
“No, I’m going anywhere with you, you knew!” he said clearly distressed.
“Knew what Top? That you were about to do something stupid? That’s kinda a given when can can’t even speak without your words slurring together.”
Topper snapped grabbed your arm forcefully, “You knew about Sarah and John B and you didn’t even tell me. What the hell?“
Your tone softened as you realized what Topper meant, "Topper, I swear I didn’t know that anything was going on between them.”
“Your lying, you’re not my sister not anymore, you’re one of them.”
"First of all, let go of me,” you said ripping your wrist free and taking a step back. The thunder clapped again, sounding closer this time, and the rain was coming down harder. You tried to remind yourself that he was drunk and heartbroken, but that didn’t stop the sting of his words, especially following the scene with your mother from earlier. “You are in no condition to drive, especially with the storm, so hate me all you want, but I am going to make sure you get home safely. Let’s go,” you said lightly touching his arm.
“I’m not leaving with you!” he yelled, anger getting the better of him, without even thinking about it he pushed you off of him and backward and you broke through the railing. Your body made a thud when it hit the sand and it was still. Too still. Topper sobered up, realizing what he had just done. He was racing down to see if you were okay, but John B was there and he knew that he needed to leave before the rest of the Pogues showed up.
John B had said goodbye to Sarah who he had convinced to go home before the storm got any worse. He was going to head back to Twinkie when he heard you and Topper yelling at each other. He doubled back to the Hawk’s nest just in time to see you fall. He sprinted to your side, “Shit, shit, shit, Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n!” John B slid to his knees slightly moving your head to see if he could get you to come to. He was met with a small groan. He was afraid to move you too much, having no idea how injured you were.
“Help! Someone help!” he screamed, he dug his hand through his pocket for a phone that wasn’t there. He had no idea if he friends would be able to here him through the rain. He didn’t want to leave you, but he couldn’t get you help if he stayed there. A small groan escaping your lips, and he refocused his attention on you, “Hey Y/n, wake up, come on now. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” he promised before looking back towards the path to the Twinkie and yelling at the top of his lungs, “I need help! JJ! Pope! Kie! Help!”
It was not long before JJ and Pope came sprinting down the path, “What’s wrong John B?” JJ yelled before he rounded the corner, “What happened?” he demanded before taking John B’s place at your head.
“Topper pushed from the top of the nest. She needs help. But I don’t think we can move her,” John B explained.
“Where the hell is he?” Kie asked, looking around for any sign of your brother.
“That doesn’t matter right now, we need to call an ambulance!” JJ ordered looking between his friends.
“My phones in the van, I’ll go,” Pope says before running off.
“Hey Y/n, can you open those beautiful eyes for me? Come on sweetheart, you are going to be okay, you just need to wake up,” JJ’s hands hovered over you wanting to shake you, but being afraid to touch you. He glanced up at the top of the nest, the severity of the situation crashing into him like a 15 foot wave. He lost whatever calm that he had, “Y/n please, I need you to be okay, please, I can’t lose you,” tears were streaming down his face at how still you were.
He barely registered John B pulling him away from you so that the paramedics could get to work. He just turned and hugged his best friend, who pulled him back towards the van. He didn’t register the conversations being had between his friends as they decided who would take your car. Kie heading towards the hospital in your car, Pope driving the Pogue, while John B tried to keep JJ calm in the back.
“She’ll be okay man, she’s tough,” John B to comfort JJ, who was on the verge of a panic attack.
“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” Pope agreed.
“Totally, it’s not like she just fell from 50 feet, laying still on the ground completely unresponsive,” JJ replied harshly, raising his hand to his chest.
“JJ,“ John B said, trying to catch his focus.
“I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her,” he cried, pulling his knees up into his chest like he used to when he was a child.
"You’re not going to lose her man, I promise,” John B replied.
When they got to the hospital, they were told that they couldn’t see you or be told how you were doing because they were not family. Your mom had apparently called and told them that she and Topper were the only ones allowed to see you, no exceptions. JJ tried to explain that he was your boyfriend and how he just needed to know if you were okay, but considering the fact that your mom was one of the top donors towards the hospital, he never had a chance. He desperately made a dash to go back to the ICU but was stopped by the security guards. John B and Pope stepped in to try to reason with them, but it just went downhill from there until all three of them were being threatened to get kicked out or have the cops called.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just ask her mom to come out here please and I’m sure we can work it out,” JK said calmly.
“Her mom isn’t here. You kids need to go home,” the nurse replied.
“What? That’s insane! We aren’t going anywhere!” John B argued.
“It’s okay JB, we can come back later,” JJ said calmly and everyone took his lead heading around the corridor.
“What the hell man? We are not leaving her here alone,” John B said once they were out of earshot of the guards and head nurse.
“No we’re not,” JJ said, holding up the nurse’s ID.
After managing to snag some scrubs from a locker room, JJ snuck around the hospital until he made his way back to the ICU. He tricked a nurse into giving him your room number and then snagged your chart on the way in your room.
When he saw you laying there unconscious hooked up to the machines, he realized that he had never once seen you look helpless before. You looked small and delicate, and those were not words he would ever have used to describe you. He took a seat beside you, daring to look at your chart. You had a concussion, dislocated shoulder, and broken collarbone. Pain meds, a sling, and ice and you should be good as new after a few weeks. JJ smiled at the words and took a moment to send his friends a picture of your chart with a text saying you would be okay. They text him back, but he chose to ignore them, placing your chart down and taking your hand in his.
“Y/n? Can you hear me? It’s JJ,” he spoke softly, “Babe, I need you to wake up,” he tried again. He stood up and pushed the hair out of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was as he pulled away that you started to shift, taking in a deep breath before briefly opening your eyes.
“Good morning,” he joked softly. You forced your eyes open again, wincing as you turned your neck to see him better. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move. Just relax,” he instructed.
“Where am I?”
“St. Olive’s. You fell from the top of the Hawk’s nest, but you’re going to be okay. Just a mild concussion, broken collarbone and a dislocated shoulder.”
“At least my nurse is cute,” you joked, causing you to laugh and move wrong. Apparently whatever drugs you were on were wearing off.
“Take it easy over there,” JJ said, taking your hand in his again, “You feeling okay? Need anything?”
“Water?”
“Yeah, of course. Coming right up.”
“Thanks,” you said after downing the tiny cup he handed you, “What’s up with the scrubs?”
“Your mom has this place wrapped around her finger and has decided that only she and Topper can visit. So I had to be a little creative in sneaking in.”
At the mention of Topper, you forgot where you were, that you were safe, with JJ. “Y/n, you still with me?” JJ asked, concerned with your sudden change. You didn’t even hear him as the events from Hawk’s nest flashed through your mind and caused your heart rate to skyrocket, leading a group of nurses to race into your room. Luckily JJ, ducked into the bathroom before anyone could see him.
The nurses managed to calm you down, thinking that you were just freaking out because you woke up and were alone. They gave you another round of pain meds and told you that you should be good to check out in the morning when your mother came to pick you up. You thanked them, and waited for them to leave the room before pulling the IV out of your arm.
“What do you think you’re doing?” JJ asked as you were now standing up looking to unplug the machines from the wall.
“If I unplug them from me the alarms will go off and the nurses will come back. If I unplug them from the wall they can’t give me away.”
“Why not just lay back down and let them stay plugged into you so that the doctors can make sure you’re okay?”
“Because we’re leaving,” you replied, opening cabinets looking for something besides a hospital gown to slip into, whether that be scrubs or your clothes from earlier.
“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, it’s just one night and I promise to be here with you the whole time. Hospitals aren’t that bad.”
“I’m not worried about the hospital. I’m worried about what happens tomorrow when my mom comes to get me,” you let slip apparently not yet fully control of yourself.
“What is that supposed to mean?” JJ asked.
“Look it doesn’t matter J, I am not staying here. So either start helping me or get ready to be escorted out of here,” you say clearly upset.
JJ grabbed your good arm, his other hand guiding your chin so you were looking at him, “Are you sure you are okay?”
“I’ll be fine JJ, I promise.”
“And you’re sure you want to leave?”
“Yes. I am sure.”
“And are you turned on by me in scrubs?” he joked, making you smile.
“Oh, so turned on,” you replied before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him.
“Okay, how do you want to do this?”
“I need clothes, I am not leaving in this. Are John B and them still here?”
“Yeah, they’re camping out in the parking lot in Twinkie.”
“Okay, call him and tell him to meet us at the side entrance in 5 minutes.”
“Okay, I can do that, and I know where we can get some scrubs. Just stay here.”
JJ left and was quick to return with a set of scrubs for you. While he was gone you wrote out a note saying that you left of your own accord, blah, blah, blah. He helped you change and the two of you snuck out using the stairs. There was one close call, but you made it out to where you were relieved to find Twinkie with the side door open and your friends waiting for you. Pope got out to give you the front seat. Everyone was asking you a ton of questions and telling you how glad that they were that you were okay. JJ explained how he managed to break into your room and how he managed to break you out. You tried to tune out the pain in your arm and ignore the growing pounding of your head.
“You okay?” John B said quietly so only you could hear him.
“I left after the pain meds wore off and before the next round started I pulled the IV out of my arm, so I’m consciously experiencing my symptoms for the first time,” you explained as you shut your eyes, concentrating on your breathing.
“Okay, sounds like we need to make a pit-stop,” he said, glancing over at you slightly concerned. He pulled into the 24 hour drugstore on his way to drop Pope off. “I’m going in to get Y/n some pain meds and an ice pack for her arm. Does anyone else need anything?”
“Ice cream?” you asked with puppy dog eyes.
John B rolled his eyes jokingly, “Pain meds, ice pack, and ice cream, got it.”
“I’ll come with you,” Pope started, “I want to see if they have any of those things,” he lied horribly.
JJ hopped out and went around to the driver’s seat. “How you feeling?”
“Oh you know I’m on cloud nine,” you say sarcastically.
“I would give you some of my stash, but Pope said it could mess with your concussion.”
“Yeah, probably not then.”
“I love you, you know that right?”
“Of course I do J, I love you too.”
“You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you answered, which was not a lie, just not the complete truth. One glance at JJ’s face told you that he wasn’t buying it. Luckily for you the others returned. At this point everyone was tired, John B took Pope home, before taking both you and JJ back to the chateau with him, where Kie was waiting outside in one of the hammocks. You knew that if she drove your car she knew. But instead of bringing it up she just brought you into a side hug careful not to hurt you.
"Everything’s going to be okay, I promise,” she whispered as she pulled away.
You thanked her before taking a deep breath and turning to John B, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
He nodded a bit confused, before gesturing for you to lead the way, “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if I could move into the spare room long term, at least until I can get a job or something?”
“Of course you can. Consider the guest room Casa ala Y/n.”
“I’ll help you keep everything straight for DCS and I’ll chip in for rent and groceries and everything,” you promised.
John B laughed at how serious you are, “Dude chill, it’s not a big deal. JJ practically lives here too,” he laughed.
The two of you walked back towards the others JJ clearly confused as to what was going on.
“Kie, can you help me grab Y/n’s stuff from her car?” John B asked giving you a knowing look.
You turned to JJ prepared to explain everything, but he beat you to the punch, “Okay, spill, I want to know everything that has happened since the last time I saw you because clearly you were upset and now…” he rambled before you cut him off.
“I got into a fight with my mom at Midsummer and she kicked me out, so I’m moving in here,” you explained, “I left Rixton’s to get all of my stuff before she tried to get rid of it.”
“Babe, you could have told me. I would’ve went with you,” JJ sighed. He knew that your relationship with your family had been strained since you started hanging out with the Pogues and how much that bothered you.
“It was something that I needed to do on my own.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “Are you okay though? Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s weird, earlier I was stressed, but now I just feel freed. It’s like I know everything will work out now, because I have you and the Pogues,” you replied smiling genuinely.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Of course I do, I love you too J.”
The two of you went inside, where John B and Kiara were bringing in the last of your stuff.
“Hey guys, I’m going to take Kie home, I’ll be back in a bit,” John B said as he headed out the door. Kiara said goodbye to you and JJ and made you promise to call her if you needed anything.
After the two of them left, you yawned. JJ noticed and said through a smile, “Looks like its bedtime.” He was quick to set up the pillows so you could sleep comfortably beside him. You were trying to get the scrubs off to put on some of your pajamas but were failing miserably. “JJ?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Oh,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“Shut up and just help me,” you whined.
He came over and carefully lifted the shirt over your head and around your arm in the sling, he winced at bruises that showed, wishing he was there to stop Topper, who was a dead man walking at this point as far as JJ was concerned. He couldn’t focus on that though, not when you were laying right beside him. He watched you contently, allowing himself to relax, knowing somehow that things would be okay. He started to drift off, a smile still on his face.
Worried
AN: JJ Maybank x Reader. Mentions of blood, injuries, etc.
When you showed up to the chateau, tears streaming down your calm face, blood coating your hands and shirt, a fresher redder blood coming from the side of your head and from your nose and even from a busted lip, you honestly had no idea what you were doing. Your brain was not processing the pain, fear, and exhaustion. You weren’t consciously aware of where you were or where you were going. You were just on autopilot, going to the one place you knew you would be safe. The events of the past hours were no longer playing on repeat in your head, instead there was just a fog, a numbness. At this point you didn’t even register that someone came out the front door, nor could you comprehend who it was.
“Yo Y/n, we’ve been trying to get ahold of you. We’re all about to go on the-” JJ looked up from his phone and dropped it, jumping off of the porch to meet you.
“Shit Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Is this yours?” he asked frantically as he pulled your shirt away from your skin. What he saw made him sick.
“JJ?” you asked before passing out.
He quickly repositioned himself to keep you from hitting the ground. He shifted you in his arms to carry you in the house.
“John B!” JJ shouted desperately as he hoisted you up and inside, setting you down gently on the bed before grabbing the first aid kit, water, and a towel. He called out for his best friend again, hoping that he would come tell him what to do.
It wasn’t like JJ didn’t know how to patch you up. He had treated his own injuries and the injuries of his friends countless times. The problem was that seeing you in the position was not letting his brain function properly. He wiped the blood away from the gash about your temple, holding the rag there long enough to be able to see that it wouldn’t need stitches. He ran his fingers through your hair to make sure that there were not any serious head injuries hidden. He then continued to move down your face cleaning you up, disgusted by the bruises he was uncovering. He swore to himself that whoever did this was not going to see the light of day tomorrow.
He pulled your shirt off again and felt your ribs, making sure none of the were broken, at least as well as he could tell. He relaxed a little knowing that this significantly lessened the chance of internal bleeding. The bruises on your body were making him sick. He watched your chest rise and fall, allowing himself to calm down a bit.
“I swear if the two of you don’t get on the Pogue right now, I’m fishing without you,” John B called as he entered the back door.
This was enough noise to bother you, and as you tried to turn away from it you groaned clearly in pain.
“Shit what happened? Is she okay?” John B asked.
“I don’t know man, she just showed up covered in blood and then passed out before she could say anything?”
“Is she okay though?”
“Does she look okay man? Someone beat the shit out of her, I’m surprised she even made it here.”
The two of them talked for a bit, keeping a careful eye on you. John B took the med kit, towel, and everything up. JJ had grabbed some pain meds, fresh clothes, and water for you. He wanted to wake you up, to know what happened, to make sure that you would be okay, but he knew that it was best to let you rest for now.
It wasn’t until Pope and Kiara arrived with Pizza that you began to stir. The smell was the first think you noticed. Then the low voices from the living room. You opened your eyes, the right one sore and clearly swollen . You reached your hand up to your face, feeling the gauze over your temple, and lightly brushing your hand over your nose, causing pain to shoot through it.
You tried to sit up, inhaling sharply at the pain in your stomach. You felt like you were about to throw up. You forced yourself off the bed, downing the advil and water. You walked into the bathroom and literally burst into painful tears when you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your face was bruised and swollen, you could see the bruises on your throat, and didn’t dare to lift up your shirt, well JJ’s shirt.
Speaking of, having heard you crying, JJ rushed to the bathroom annoyed to find it locked.
“Y/n? Are you okay? Can you unlock the door?” he pleaded.
You couldn’t answer him. It was too much.
“Y/n please?” he asked voice soft as he held his head against the door. It was killing him to be out there.
You shifted over and undid the lock. JJ opened the door and his heart broke at the scene in front of him. You were wrecked. He wanted to ask you if you were in pain or if you were okay, but both of those were clearly stupid questions. He also wanted to ask what happened, but now was clearly not the time. So instead he gently pulled you into his chest whispering calmingly in your ear. He held you there until you calmed down.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling away to look at your face.
“No,” you answered simply.
“That’s okay, why don’t we go get some food?” he suggested.
You nodded, weirdly nervous to see your friends. JJ stood behind you the entire time arm around your back reassuring you that you were okay.
“There she is!” John B said excitedly.
“Hey guys,” you greeted as you sat down, JJ going to the kitchen to grab both of you some pizza. You took the plate he was handing you and looked at your friends. Everyone was looking at eachother nervously, which was giving you anxiety so you decided to just answer the question that they’d all been wanting to ask, “My dad owes alot of money to his dealer, I was came home to find the place being ransacked and they did this,” you said gesturing to your current condition, “to send him a message. I’ll be fine though, I’m just gonna hang her until everything blows over. So stop staring at me like I’m about to break and eat some pizza,” you say smiling at the end.
“The queen has spoken,” JJ joked, earning laughs from the group, and everything shifted into more comfortable conversation.
It wasn’t until later that night that you allowed yourself to start thinking about what happened again. You hated your dad for putting you in that position. The fact that after undoubtedly coming home to find the place ransacked and finding blood, that he hadn’t even bothered to check in with you to see if you were okay almost hurt more than your injuries. It didn’t matter that you already knew he was a deadbeat, you still wanted to believe that he cared a little. Yet at the same time you felt guilty for hating him.
JJ noticed that you were becoming agitated and motioned for his friends to give the two of you a moment. He knelt down in front of you gaining your attention.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he asked softly.
You explained everything to him, knowing that he would understand. JJ was your person, through and through, he was always there for you. He listened and then proceeded to berate your father which made you laugh and then winch from the pain in your ribs.
“Easy there, don’t get too excited.”
You rolled your eyes before yawning, “If you don’t want be to laugh, you better start avoiding me,” you grinned.
“I don’t know about all that,” he smiled.
“You’re cute, you know that?” you asked taking in his blonde curls and blue eyes.
“Oh my gosh!” he says excitedly, “I’m the more attractive one in this relationship for once!”
“JJ!” you say before smacking him with a pillow unable to hide your smile.
“Hey guys!” he calls out to his friends wanting to inform them of his latest discovery.
You just lay back, rolling your eyes at his antics, thinking about how lucky you were to call him yours.
JJ explained his revelation, and without missing a beat John B replied, “No, I’m pretty sure she’s still got you beat.” The others quickly agreed, laughing as JJ pouted.
You looked around you, realizing something that you’d always known deep down. At the end of the day this was your family, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Worried
AN: JJ Maybank x Reader. Mentions of blood, injuries, etc.
When you showed up to the chateau, tears streaming down your calm face, blood coating your hands and shirt, a fresher redder blood coming from the side of your head and from your nose and even from a busted lip, you honestly had no idea what you were doing. Your brain was not processing the pain, fear, and exhaustion. You weren’t consciously aware of where you were or where you were going. You were just on autopilot, going to the one place you knew you would be safe. The events of the past hours were no longer playing on repeat in your head, instead there was just a fog, a numbness. At this point you didn’t even register that someone came out the front door, nor could you comprehend who it was.
“Yo Y/n, we’ve been trying to get ahold of you. We’re all about to go on the-” JJ looked up from his phone and dropped it, jumping off of the porch to meet you.
“Shit Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Is this yours?” he asked frantically as he pulled your shirt away from your skin. What he saw made him sick.
“JJ?” you asked before passing out.
He quickly repositioned himself to keep you from hitting the ground. He shifted you in his arms to carry you in the house.
“John B!” JJ shouted desperately as he hoisted you up and inside, setting you down gently on the bed before grabbing the first aid kit, water, and a towel. He called out for his best friend again, hoping that he would come tell him what to do.
It wasn’t like JJ didn’t know how to patch you up. He had treated his own injuries and the injuries of his friends countless times. The problem was that seeing you in the position was not letting his brain function properly. He wiped the blood away from the gash about your temple, holding the rag there long enough to be able to see that it wouldn’t need stitches. He ran his fingers through your hair to make sure that there were not any serious head injuries hidden. He then continued to move down your face cleaning you up, disgusted by the bruises he was uncovering. He swore to himself that whoever did this was not going to see the light of day tomorrow.
He pulled your shirt off again and felt your ribs, making sure none of the were broken, at least as well as he could tell. He relaxed a little knowing that this significantly lessened the chance of internal bleeding. The bruises on your body were making him sick. He watched your chest rise and fall, allowing himself to calm down a bit.
“I swear if the two of you don’t get on the Pogue right now, I’m fishing without you,” John B called as he entered the back door.
This was enough noise to bother you, and as you tried to turn away from it you groaned clearly in pain.
“Shit what happened? Is she okay?” John B asked.
“I don’t know man, she just showed up covered in blood and then passed out before she could say anything?”
“Is she okay though?”
“Does she look okay man? Someone beat the shit out of her, I’m surprised she even made it here.”
The two of them talked for a bit, keeping a careful eye on you. John B took the med kit, towel, and everything up. JJ had grabbed some pain meds, fresh clothes, and water for you. He wanted to wake you up, to know what happened, to make sure that you would be okay, but he knew that it was best to let you rest for now.
It wasn’t until Pope and Kiara arrived with Pizza that you began to stir. The smell was the first think you noticed. Then the low voices from the living room. You opened your eyes, the right one sore and clearly swollen . You reached your hand up to your face, feeling the gauze over your temple, and lightly brushing your hand over your nose, causing pain to shoot through it.
You tried to sit up, inhaling sharply at the pain in your stomach. You felt like you were about to throw up. You forced yourself off the bed, downing the advil and water. You walked into the bathroom and literally burst into painful tears when you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your face was bruised and swollen, you could see the bruises on your throat, and didn’t dare to lift up your shirt, well JJ’s shirt.
Speaking of, having heard you crying, JJ rushed to the bathroom annoyed to find it locked.
“Y/n? Are you okay? Can you unlock the door?” he pleaded.
You couldn’t answer him. It was too much.
“Y/n please?” he asked voice soft as he held his head against the door. It was killing him to be out there.
You shifted over and undid the lock. JJ opened the door and his heart broke at the scene in front of him. You were wrecked. He wanted to ask you if you were in pain or if you were okay, but both of those were clearly stupid questions. He also wanted to ask what happened, but now was clearly not the time. So instead he gently pulled you into his chest whispering calmingly in your ear. He held you there until you calmed down.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling away to look at your face.
“No,” you answered simply.
“That’s okay, why don’t we go get some food?” he suggested.
You nodded, weirdly nervous to see your friends. JJ stood behind you the entire time arm around your back reassuring you that you were okay.
“There she is!” John B said excitedly.
“Hey guys,” you greeted as you sat down, JJ going to the kitchen to grab both of you some pizza. You took the plate he was handing you and looked at your friends. Everyone was looking at eachother nervously, which was giving you anxiety so you decided to just answer the question that they’d all been wanting to ask, “My dad owes alot of money to his dealer, I was came home to find the place being ransacked and they did this,” you said gesturing to your current condition, “to send him a message. I’ll be fine though, I’m just gonna hang her until everything blows over. So stop staring at me like I’m about to break and eat some pizza,” you say smiling at the end.
“The queen has spoken,” JJ joked, earning laughs from the group, and everything shifted into more comfortable conversation.
It wasn’t until later that night that you allowed yourself to start thinking about what happened again. You hated your dad for putting you in that position. The fact that after undoubtedly coming home to find the place ransacked and finding blood, that he hadn’t even bothered to check in with you to see if you were okay almost hurt more than your injuries. It didn’t matter that you already knew he was a deadbeat, you still wanted to believe that he cared a little. Yet at the same time you felt guilty for hating him.
JJ noticed that you were becoming agitated and motioned for his friends to give the two of you a moment. He knelt down in front of you gaining your attention.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he asked softly.
You explained everything to him, knowing that he would understand. JJ was your person, through and through, he was always there for you. He listened and then proceeded to berate your father which made you laugh and then winch from the pain in your ribs.
“Easy there, don’t get too excited.”
You rolled your eyes before yawning, “If you don’t want be to laugh, you better start avoiding me,” you grinned.
“I don’t know about all that,” he smiled.
“You’re cute, you know that?” you asked taking in his blonde curls and blue eyes.
“Oh my gosh!” he says excitedly, “I’m the more attractive one in this relationship for once!”
“JJ!” you say before smacking him with a pillow unable to hide your smile.
“Hey guys!” he calls out to his friends wanting to inform them of his latest discovery.
You just lay back, rolling your eyes at his antics, thinking about how lucky you were to call him yours.
JJ explained his revelation, and without missing a beat John B replied, “No, I’m pretty sure she’s still got you beat.” The others quickly agreed, laughing as JJ pouted.
You looked around you, realizing something that you’d always known deep down. At the end of the day this was your family, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
A Long Day (Part 2)
If you thought that morning was bad, the night was only going to get worse. Midsummer was supposed to be your brother’s coming-out party, but apparently Sarah had other plans which upset Topper. Knowing him, he’d be completely wasted by night’s end. As far as the rest of the party went, this one was pretty typical for you. You walked around and socialized, sneaking a few drinks here or there to make things tolerable. Kie and Pope were there, which was a definite plus.
In fact, you’d have even argued that the event was going smoothly until a familiar blonde caught your eye. Your boyfriend had showed up playing the part of waitstaff, obviously something was going down. You watched as he weaved through the crowd, only to hand something to Sarah Cameron. At that point you started to close the distance between the two of you hoping to find out what was going on.
You were about to call out to him when Rafe, Topper and his goons intercepted him. JJ took off at a sprint and you were about to follow when a hand caught your wrist.
“Don’t you dare make a scene. If you embarrass this family, I will make sure one way or another that you are no longer a part of it. There is nothing that that stupid Maybank boy can give you. So just sit here and let your brother take care of him,” your mother threatened through a forced smile.
“Seriously mom?”
She stared you down for a second, “If you go after him that’s it, your cut off. You need to learn that you are better than them. JJ is destined to end up like his dad, and you, you’re going to make some rich man a very happy husband.”
Without a second thought, you ripped your wrist from her grasp. “I’d rather be a Pouge.”
You started inside the building, grabbing a security guard and following the noise to the locker room, where JJ was being held back Topper could beat him up.
“Gentlemen, is there a problem here?” the guard asked as the boys released JJ.
“No, no problem,” Rafe answered, eying JJ.
“Sir, I’m going to have to escort you out,” the guard said before pushing him out of the locker room where you were waiting.
“What are you doing? It wasn’t his fault. He’s allowed to be here, he’s with me,” you demanded, pulling the attention of everyone to you.
JJ was stunned by how beautiful you looked, having seen you for the first time that night. He was going to compliment you, but before he could he heard one of Rafe’s goons speak, “I didn’t know sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.”
JJ turned around ready to fight him, when the guard pushed him back towards the entrance. Rafe and Kelce didn’t dare laugh knowing that you were off-limits considering you were Topper’s sister. You didn’t care enough to react though, and just followed the guard out with JJ. You could tell that he was getting antsy. As you walked past Pope, he yelled and told him that it was a mandatory power hour at Rixton’s and to tell Kie.
He made eye contact with you before grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the party to the protest of the guard. The two of you didn’t stop until you reached the HMS Pogue. Kie and Pope not far behind.
The five of you went to Rixton’s, Pope explained to the group what had happened on figure eight and with your brother’s boat. The JJ filled in the gaps of what went down after he got arrested. John B filled everyone in on his day with Sarah and his new plan to get the gold. The whole time you struggled to pay attention though.
Your mind was racing, everything was about to change for you, and there was so much that you needed to do. You would need to go by your house ASAP to get your stuff before your mother threw it out. You would need a new place to stay, probably with John B or Kiara. You would need all of your legal documents and as much money as you could manage. You knew that your mom wouldn’t try too much, because you were aware of family secrets that could bring her down. That didn’t mean that you weren’t stressing out. In fact it was overwhelming to the point that you went into autopilot. “I have to dip for a bit,” you said out of nowhere, “JJ do you still have my keys?”
Luckily, you had noticed your car earlier. JJ must’ve drove it here and met John B who had the HMS Pogue.
“Uh yeah,” he said digging them out of his pocket. He went to hand them to you, but one look at your face told him that something was wrong, so he held them just out of reach, “I can drive you, where are we going?”
“I just need to take care of something, please JJ,” you said close to a breakdown. JJ knew that look, slight fear behind the eyes, and he knew that no matter how much he wanted to go with you and to protect you, that whatever was going on was something that you believed that you needed to do on your own. He hesitated for a moment before handed you the keys. “Be careful, I love you. Call me if you need anything.”
You turned away him, and he followed you with his eyes as you drove off before returning to his friends.
“What was that all about?” John B asked.
“I don’t know,” JJ answered before turning towards Kiara, “Did something happen tonight at the party?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I’ve never seen her just shutdown like that,” Pope added.
“She’ll be fine,” JJ decided, trying to reassure himself more than anyone.
The four of them continued to talk for a while. JJ text you asking you to let him know you were okay whenever you got to wherever you were going, to tell you their plans for the night, and to remind you that he was only a call or text away if you needed him. He couldn’t help the unsettling feeling that was building inside him. He regretted not going with you.
You were inside your house packing up everything that you owned. You put the suitcases in your car before going in again to grab your passport, insurance, some cash out of your parents safe, etc. You walked out and stood outside of your door, knowing that it would be a while before you would be back…if ever came back.
You got in your car, looking at your phone which contained missed messages from your friends. They were all in Twinkie heading to Kildare, you decided to meet them there. Whatever they were up to would probably serve as a distraction.
- Warnings:angst, fluff, kind of enemies-to-lovers. Mentions of death, drugs, robbery, abuse, etc. Swearing as always.
- Word Count: 4640
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The first time you ran away from each other was the same day you met. Your mother had decided to enrol you in kindergarten as her work kept her occupied for many hours. There, you met a hyperactive blond boy who attempted to lead all the other children. From that first moment, you decided that JJ Maybank would not be up to your liking.
He was the first one to try to get close to you. JJ saw you as a girl who seemed to have several difficulties when talking to the other children. And JJ was sure that he had never seen you in kindergarten, convinced that it was your first day there. However, JJ had his ways of trying to get close to other people, and you didn’t like it at all when the blond, hyperactive kid decided to grab as many insects as he could find, showing you all the ones he had.
“Look,” You were peacefully sitting down on the ground, playing in the sandbox. Turning around, you saw the blond guy running to you, a front tooth missing as he widely smiled in your direction. “Look what I found,” He sat in front of you in such a brute way that some sand got into your eyes. “I’ve captured ‘em all.” The 6-year-old blond opened a small metal box, which was loaded with various insects. “This one is a…” You stopped listening to what he was saying since your attention was drawn to the insects. Goosebumps covered your arms and legs.
“Get away.” Your voice sounded harsh. The boy was surprised by your demanding tone as he thought your voice would be as soft as cotton candy. “Get them away!” You insisted. Your eyes still glancing at the insects, begging that they would stop moving.
“Why?” His eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t like insects?”
You quickly shook your head, pushing your feet harder against the ground, your butt sliding farther from him. “No one likes insects.” You tried to justify the way your voice had cracked a little bit. “You are strange.”
Now, it was JJ’s turn to look at you with disgust, not believing that there was someone in this world who didn’t like bugs. “You are the strange one!” JJ felt hurt as he got up from the sand. The rapid movement provoked some of the insects to escape from the small metal box he was tightly gripping. He gasped, sad as the tiny bugs started walking or jumping away.
JJ was even more shocked when you screamed, getting up from the sand and trying to get away from him as quick as possible. Your body started itching just thinking of them. The blond also ran away from you, not believing that someone could be so heartless towards insects and so mean towards him.
During the years that followed your experiences, both of you appeared to be offended or repulsed by the past actions of the other. Of course, things didn’t get better.
The second time happened when both of you were around ten years old. Coincidentally enough, JJ Maybank attended the same school as you. You both had your friends and avoided each other as much as possible. However, you would be lying if you didn’t admit that you were pretty curious whenever JJ would not attend school, which happened often.
You started hearing rumours related to the blond boy. Some people said that his mother had died. Others claimed she had left them for a rich man because JJ Maybank’s father was an abusive man who spent his days and nights drinking his problems away. You decided that whatever was going on with JJ wasn’t your problem. But once again, you were lying to yourself as deep inside you hoped that he was okay.
The following day, JJ Maybank decided to go to school, but the stupid grin that always decorated his face had vanished. He almost seemed mad. Of course, during PE class, he decided to let his anger come out. JJ was in the opposite team, and as you both ran side to side, trying to be the first to grab the ball, the boy decided to use his arm to push you. You didn’t expect such strength as your right side collided on the ground.
Everyone stopped playing, shuffling closer to you to make sure you were alright. Some kid had left, claiming they would call the teacher who had disappeared for a couple of minutes. “Watch where you are going.” The blond stared down at you. You clenched your jaw, quickly blinking the tears that blurred your vision. JJ scoffed. “Oh c'mon, are you going to cry?” Some of his friends snickered as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Is that what you were doing while you didn’t come to school?” A girl helped you stand up, and you had to avoid groaning as your side grunted in pain. Due to your words, some of the kids gasped. It was your turn to grin. “Oh, that’s what you were doing, right?”
JJ was the one clenching his jaw this time, shuffling closer to you. “You should be a little more respectful, don’t you think?” Your expression conferred a great confusion. “I don’t think your new dad will like how you talk.” Your heart was crazily beating. How did he know that? Did rumours run so fast in the Outer Banks? “Yeah, I know.” Everyone seemed curious about what the boy was implying. “Your dad died a month ago, and your mom didn’t wait much to find a new husband.” He spat. “Even worse, you are now a Kook.” Everyone gasped as they started whispering. You have spent all your life being a Pogue, someone who didn’t have much money and of course, you lived where all the rest of the Pogues did. Your mother had married a Kook a couple of months ago, and even though you were now living in a better place, your mom was able to convince her husband to let you stay in this school, knowing that all your friends were here.
“Gosh, I touched a Kook.” The girl who had helped you from the ground whined.
“Be careful!” Another child claimed. “She might talk to her parents because a dirty Pogue touched her, and we will get in trouble.”
“I’m a Pogue.” You attempted to keep the strength in your voice, not wanting to sound like you were on the verge of breaking down.
“Not anymore.” JJ scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you have a big room with light yellow walls, big gold mirrors, a gold bed…”
“That sounds stupid!” You defended yourself. However, you did have a big bed in a room for yourself. Everyone laughed, starting to get farther from you. “Well, at least my mom didn’t leave me, right?” JJ almost choked on his spit. “You aren’t much different from me if it’s true that your mother left you and your dad to marry a Kook. The only difference is that my mother loves me!”
It was at that time that you thought JJ would hit you, but it was both of you that started pushing each other, insulting. It also seemed like the teacher had seen the last moments of your fight, and she demanded both of you to be in the same team in hopes of the sport making you act as teammates, ignoring your differences.
“I won’t be in the same team as a sickening Kook.” He walked to the other team as you walked to the other one. However, no one seemed to want to be in the same team as a sickening Kook.
The third time was when both of you were around fifteen. You had developed a love for the sea and surfing, something your dad used to treasure too. When he died due to cancer, his ashes were thrown into the sea. Surfing became your tranquil place, the only moment and area where you were able to remember your dad. And sometimes hide the tears running down your cheeks as you deeply missed him.
But of course, JJ Maybank was a great surfer, something it stung to admit. He was always there. Moments of tension had happened between both of you before. The blond guy made it his mission to steal your waves as much as possible, which clearly stated that both of you disliked each other. Everyone knew that surfers who respected each other also respected other surfers’ waves.
However, this time other people were involved even more. Your mom’s husband was someone who had fed and clothed you these past years. As soon as your mother married him, he had convinced her to stop working as he could perfectly support both of you. It was rare. Your mother loved to gain her own money. She loved to work, but then she just stopped.
Michael, your mother’s husband, had tried to stop you from surfing, claiming that someone of your social status shouldn’t do those types of activities. You wanted to scream at him that you were still a Pogue, and you did. However, he had hit you, your mother not doing anything as she glimpsed at the ground while Michael stated all the facts that made you a Kook and not a Pogue. All those facts related to him. You were surviving thanks to him, and he had given both your mom and you a home that you would only be able to dream about.
You had talked to Michael, asserting your ground and letting him know that you would never stop surfing. Your mom, surprisingly enough, had claimed that you weren’t doing anything wrong and that surfing was good for your mental health.
Nevertheless, you were shocked when your mother and her husband had appeared on the beach where you were getting ready to surf. You grunted to yourself as you groaned, hoping they wouldn’t cause a scene. Mainly when the so-called JJ Maybank and his friends were so close.
“W-What are you two doing here?” You placed the board on the ground.
Your mom glanced at Michael, to later look at you, offering you a tiny smile. “Well, I convinced him to come to watch you surf so he would see how passionate you are about it!” You knew your mother had good intentions, but Michael was someone who didn’t do anything out of passion or love if it wouldn’t generate more money for him.
You nodded your head, swallowing and as you gave them a last glance, you grabbed your surfboard. As you stepped away from them, your feet touching the water. “Hey,” You halted when hearing Michael’s voice. “You are getting in the water now?” His eyebrows were furrowed. You quickly nodded your head. When his gaze moved to something or someone not far from you, you glanced in the same direction. JJ and his friends were getting in the water. “Shouldn’t get in the water with dirty Pogues.” He spat loudly, making a shiver run through your body.
“Then she can get out.” You didn’t need to look behind you to know it was the blond’s voice. Staring at your mother, you hoped she would see the mistake she had committed. And you also hoped that she would tell Michael to be respectful or stop being stupid. Nevertheless, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. “The beach isn’t a place for Kooks anyway.” JJ could only see your back, but he was shocked by your silence. You always answered back.
“Don’t worry about that.” Michael spat on the sand, stepping forward and grabbing your arm forcefully. “She isn’t going to get in the same water as some fucking dirty Pogues.”
“Kind of funny of you to say that when you are fucking one.” You gasped as JJ answered back, referring to your mother.
Turning around, you glared at him. “Shut the fuck up.” You walked up to him. “Respect my mom, you fucking-.”
“Let’s get out of here, right now.” Michael’s voice echoed. You continued glaring at the blond, who was now smirking. “RIGHT NOW, Y/N!”
“Have fun in your mansion.” He whispered, and you noticed how close your faces had been. As you walked backwards to Michael and your mom, he walked back to get deeper into the sea, where his friends waited for him.
JJ Maybank and you were always running away from each other. Or maybe that’s what you both wanted to believe. I mean, there was a time where you both run to each other. A time where everyone noticed that the Maybank boy and you didn’t seem to hate each other as much as you had made everyone believe. But there were several times where you two had run to each other without noticing. Let me explain.
The first time happened when both of you were six years old, there was a storm while both of you were at kindergarten. Parents were worried as the roads were flooded, and the NEWS had advised people to stay inside. Therefore, every child had to stay there until the storm would go away. This happened a couple of weeks after JJ had tried to befriend you with his horrible tiny insects.
That day JJ Maybank had noticed that whenever a thunder burst, you shook. You were on a corner of the classroom, your back against the wall as you sat on the ground. There was a pink table in front of you with a couple of blank sheets and some colours. You had felt JJ’s gaze on you.
The boy got up from where he was sitting on the other side of the classroom, grasping some glue and scissors. He made his way to a green table that was close to yours. You observed him as he sat down, still stealing some glances. You bit your lower lip, grabbing your sheets and colours as you decided to walk to his table, sitting down next to him as you started to draw.
JJ tried to hide his smile as he took one of your blank sheets, using your colours to draw too. You had distracted yourself while drawing to the point where your body had stopped shaking.
That day you had run towards JJ Maybank, and he had run to you.
Thesecond time you ran to each other was when you were around ten years old. A few days after the big fight you had with JJ, you were at recess, sitting on a bench alone while you ate the snack that Nana had prepared. Nana was the woman who was in charge of cooking at your house, the woman you spent most of your time with because your mother was too busy with her new husband, going to parties and forgetting about traditions that you both shared and that you had promised to respect forever.
You missed the food your mother prepared, and even though Nana always managed to prepare the foods you liked the most, it was not the same as when your mother did. Lately, you had asked her to start preparing your snack again and that all the children in your class brought desserts that their parents had cooked and sometimes shared them, trying to show that their parents made the best desserts. However, Michael had made it clear to you that your mother would never have to set foot in a kitchen again since they could afford an entire catering.
And really, who would you share dessert with? Nobody wanted to be with a sickening Kook, right? Therefore, you couldn’t help but be surprised when JJ Maybank was loudly complaining about how there were no available seats to sit down and eat his snack. You were even more surprised when he decided to sit on the same bench as you. You chose not to look at him, but you asked yourself why he had sat next to you when there were other free spots even though he had said there weren’t.
Even when you noticed that JJ was looking at your food, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t turn around either when he offered you a small plastic cup with bananas, strawberries, and whipped cream. You didn’t say anything when you realized he had another one for him, and you wondered if all that had been on purpose. You also didn’t turn around when you split your sandwich, offering him half.
JJ Maybank had woken up earlier that morning to make two desserts when he noticed that you never had one. JJ Maybank had run to you that day, and you had let him, approaching him slowly.
Thethird time was when both of you were around fifteen. Rumours in the Outer Banks spread fast, and it was no surprise that everyone had found out what had happened to you that day. The same day that Michael and your mother had gone to the beach to watch you surf was the same day that at night you decided to run away from home, tired of Michael’s constant criticism. But that day had been horrible, especially since Michael had hit you in the face again because you had yelled at him. You only shouted at him because he had spoken ill of your father, and your mother was not even able to say anything.
You sighed, feeling your heart throbbing. You weren’t a huge fan of Michael, but he treated your mom well the first few years they started dating. But you will never forgive your mother for not defending your father. Growing up, you were sure you wanted to find someone who would treat you like your father treated your mother. As if she were the only woman in her life. It’s hard to believe that there was a time when your parents were young and couldn’t stand each other.
You felt like someone sitting next to you in complete silence. You didn’t have to look to your side to know that it was JJ Maybank. You were both quiet for a couple of minutes, close to each other while your eyes were lost on the horizon.
You didn’t need words. JJ got up from the sand after placing his jacket around your shoulders. Seeing that he had gotten up, you resolved to glance at him. But JJ was looking away, and when you followed his gaze, you saw that he was staring at his friend’s truck. JJ was trying to tell you that he would take you home, and there was no need for words as you got up from the sand, walking beside him.
That night, JJ took you home without saying a single word, shook his head when you tried to give him back the jacket and didn’t leave until he saw that you were safely inside your house. That night you both ran to each other.
The time it was obvious that JJ and you run to each other happened in a terrifying way for both of you. You were both around nineteen years old, and it happened after one of the famous Midsummers in which JJ seemed to be working as a waiter, and in which you were in a gorgeous dark green dress. But you didn’t feel very comfortable in a place like that. You never felt comfortable in a place like that.
In the last two years, your mother had changed a lot, and Michael had become someone with whom it was impossible to live. You had begun to be subjected to his orders and many of them were ridiculous and disrespectful towards your mother and you. For example, the time he demanded you to get rid of the vinyl records that you had inherited from your father, saying that you already had a father, him. Of course, the conversation did not end well when you decided to make it clear that you only had one father, and unfortunately, he was dead.
When you were tired of the party, and after Michael decided to seize your arm tightly in front of everyone, you chose to leave, regardless of the night, the cold, that your house was far away and that your heels would damage your feet.
“Hey princess,” You bit your tongue as you kept walking, without turning around because you already knew whose voice it was. “Tired of not being the star of the party?” You clenched your jaw, attempting to ignore the way JJ walked behind you.
“Maybank,” You grunted. “I’m starting to think that you don’t hate me as much as you try to pretend.” You finally turned around to look at him. “Go back to the party. Someone has to serve those drunkards.”
Before you could keep walking, JJ grabbed your arm. “I’m not the one who started off being rude.”
Your eyes widened as much as your mouth. “Get over it, JJ. We were like five years old, and you came up to me the first day in a brusque way, showing me a box of insects. What’s your problem?” You sighed. “I wasn’t the one who said he didn’t want to be around a Kook, right?” Before he could speak, you continued. “Fuck you, JJ Maybank.”
“You insulted my mother.”
“You insulted me, and everyone stopped approaching me because of it.”
“You-.”
Before the both of you could continue arguing, a speeding car stopped next to you. JJ didn’t like what was going on as he quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. However, before you could do or say anything, the doors of the car opened, a group of four men coming out with black ski masks on their heads. Two of them were holding a bat, the other was holding a knife, and the last one didn’t hold any weapon.
“Hey, what’s going on?” JJ was quick in asking. His right hand placed on your lower back while his left hand grasped one of your arms, pulling you closer to his body. He was agile enough to push you behind him as the men seemed to shuffle closer in your direction. “What are you doing?”
Your body shook as your hands gripped the back of JJ’s white shirt, terrified by just glancing at the four men who seemed to get even closer. “J,” JJ didn’t know if he had shivered due to the nickname or by the situation in which both of you seemed to be stuck. “What’s going on?” Your voice shook as much as your body did. The Maybank boy just gripped you tighter as he continued placing you behind his body.
“What do you want?” JJ continued asking, hoping that they would answer so he could give them whatever they wanted and leave them alone. “If you want money, I don’t have much, but I will give it to you right now.” One of his hands left your body, taking his wallet out and grabbing a couple of bills. “This is all I gained the last two nights working.” The man who didn’t have any weapon walked closer, abruptly seizing the bills from JJ’s hand. “That’s all we have. She isn’t wearing a purse or pockets. That’s all we have, dude.”
The men continued to get closer. It was in mere seconds when two of the men had pulled you away from the blond boy. You had tried to grab him, and he had done the same, not wanting to be separated from you. However, while two of them grabbed you and pulled you away, the other two did the same with JJ.
You were pushed onto the ground, one of the men getting on top of you as he started maniacally laughing while showing his knife and pulling it close to your face. You started kicking your feet, trying to free yourself from the man. A couple of seconds later passed when the tears started dropping.
JJ had another man on top of him, holding the bat against his neck to keep him on the ground. However, he didn’t seem to care about what was happening to him as his wide eyes followed you. His mouth drying as he yelled. “Let her go!” He attempted to free himself. “You fucking cowards! Four versus two!” The men laughed. “Leave her alone, you fucking motherfuckers.” The Maybank boy received a punch on his cheekbone, and he was sure it would leave a mark. It wasn’t the first time JJ Maybank got hit in that exact place.
Several thoughts invaded your mind. Thoughts terrifying enough to make you shake even more. You had tried not to tremble, hoping to look stronger in front of these men. However, you couldn’t help but furiously tremble.
“Are you going to pee yourself, princess?” The man who sat on top of you laughed. He had pulled his mask up, letting you see his mouth. “Oh, should I call you by your name?” The others laughed along. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Y/N.” It was at that moment when you recognized his voice. Rafe Cameron. Your eyes widened even more as he took the black ski mask off, evilly smirking. Glancing to your side, Topper was the one sitting on top of JJ, and when the blond spat on his face, he received a punch on the stomach. “This is a lesson for you, Y/N.” Rafe made you look at him again. “You are a Kook now. Be proud of it because you don’t want to be a dirty Pogue.”
“I am a Pogue.” You snapped, and the smile left his face. Perhaps because Michael was convinced that you two would make a good couple, which was mostly based on how his business could be better if related to Cameron’s business. Of course, you had refused such an idea. “Always was,” You peeped at JJ. “Always will be.”
Before Rafe could do anything to you, the sound of distant cars made them nervous as they quickly scrambled away, getting in the car and driving again. They demanded both of you to keep silent about the encounter if you wanted to avoid another similar meeting.
A couple of seconds passed, but your body was still shaking from the scare. JJ Maybank called your name multiple times. He didn’t have the strength to move neither, mostly because his stomach was killing him after being punched.
“I’m a Pogue.” You whispered, head moving to glance at the blond boy.
He nodded his head, swallowing. “You are,” He grunted as he sat on the ground, gaze focused on you. “You were, and you will always be.” His voice was soft and inviting. Perhaps that’s what made you crawl to his lap, being embraced by him as one of his arms rested tightly around your waist while his other hand was lost in your hair, pulling you close to his chest as he breathed in.
You sobbed. “I am.” He continued affirming as he rocked his body, pulling you along as he strived to calm you down. His arms pulled you away from his chest as he examined your face and body, making sure that those fuckers hadn’t left any mark on your precious skin. Your eyes met. “That was scary.” He nodded his head, sighing and resting his forehead against yours.
That was the time both of you run to each other. Notwithstanding, you gave the first step, and he gave the second as he embraced you and kissed your naked shoulder. No one would have thought that your lips would meet in short passionate kisses. Those types of kisses you both wanted to make even more intense, wet, intimate, longer. Those kisses where your lips seemed to get attached.
And yeah, as I said, it was the first time you officiallyrun to each other, but not the last.
