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And A Side Of Fries (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hi I loved your request so much because I can relate too! I hope you enjoy and thanks so much for sending in a request!

Y/F/S= Your Favorite Soda.

Word Count: 697 (kinda short)

Warnings: one swear, social anxiety (a little), that's really it.

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JJ and I walk through the door of The Wreck.  It’s around 8pm and a light breeze blows through the open windows in the restaurant.

Tonight, JJ said he would “treat” me by taking me out on a date.  I told him I wanted to eat at The Wreck because we’d get a discount from Kiara and her dad.

“Hey guys,” Kiara greets as we walk up to the counter.  “I actually have some other stuff to take care of, but you two will still get your discount.  Carl here can take your orders.”  And with that, she smiles and walks away through the back door.

“What are you going to get?” I ask JJ, peering up at him.

JJ takes his cigarette out of his mouth and sticks it in the bin near the counter. “Eh, the usual.  Burger.  Fries.  What about you?”

I feel the usual twist in my stomach and flutter in my chest as it feels like adrenaline is kicking in.  Only, it’s not adrenaline.  “I’ll just get the same as you.”

“Alright,” he says, his eyes scanning my face, probably noticing that I’ve begun to shift uncomfortably.

JJ and I have been together for about two months now, but I haven’t exactly opened up about my small freak-outs I have when I have to order things by myself or talk to new people.  Social anxiety.  It’s a bitch, but I can’t help it.

Our new server, Carl, walks up to the front and starts tapping away on the order screen.

“Hello, my name is Carl.  Do you two know what you’d like to eat?”  Carl looks up at us, waiting patiently.

He’s friendly enough, but I subconsciously sink back against JJ.

“I’ll get the beef and bacon cheeseburger and for the drink, I’ll just have water. Oh yeah, and a side of large fries,” JJ orders.  I hide a smile.  JJ knows that I’ll steal his fries even if I get my own.

“Okay.  And for you?”  Now Connor’s eye’s shift to me and it’s like I freeze up.

What did I want again?  Hamburger… No, wait, cheeseburger with fries?  What size?  Drink?

I realize Connor is just staring at me intently, watching me try to collect myself to order food.

This is so dumb.

“She’ll have a cheeseburger and Y/F/S as a drink.  And a side of fries,” JJ says for me.  He squeezes my hand to reassure me.

“Alright.  What size of fries?”

“Medium.”  JJ hands over some cash after Carl tells us the price.

We go and sit down in a booth.

“Sorry, I froze, and- Well, thanks for ordering me,” I mumble, messing around with the number Carl gave us.  “He just kept… staring.”

JJ shrugs and leans back against the back of the booth, resting his arm on the windowsill.  “It’s no problem.  He was bug-eyed anyway.”

Kie comes over with our food and drink and sets them on the table then leaves.

I feel as if now is the time to explain myself to JJ.  “Sometimes I have trouble talking to people.  Like, not you, because I know you, but new people.  It just, I don’t know, makes me anxious.”  I take a sip of my drink.

“I just noticed you seemed nervous.  It’s okay, though, cause I understand,” he says.  I can tell he means it because he smiles and reaches across the table to rest his hand on mine.

For the rest of the date, JJ and I chat about the awkward yet funny experiences we’ve had with people and we laugh together.  He makes me feel like it isn’t a bad thing.  It’s okay to get anxious sometimes.

We finish up and leave the restaurant, hand-in-hand.  The breeze brings a chill to the night air and causes my sundress to flow in the wind.

We stroll down to the beach, still smiling, and for the first time in a long time, the unsettling feeling of anxiety is completely gone.  It’s just me and him.

He kisses me and it helps me to know that he’ll always be there, even if it’s for silly things like ordering an extra side of fries.

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I Know (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Author’s Note: Heyyy I really liked this idea in a request, so thank you so much!  Sorry this one ends similarly to “I Promise (JJ Maybank x Reader)”, but it’s still a different concept.  Thanks for requesting!

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: mentions of abuse, descriptions of bruises, smut, angst.

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My eyes examine what I’m seeing in the mirror.  From the shades of dark purple and blue to the mixed green and yellow colors, I know makeup won’t do the job today.

I let go of my shirt and it falls back over my mid-section.  I walk out of the bathroom and silently back into my room, changing into a new swimsuit.  I choose an oversized t-shirt to cover up, vowing that I won’t let anyone see what I endure from my father on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis.

Grabbing my bag on my way out, I’m careful to not wake up my dad who is asleep, face-down on the kitchen table.  Once out of the house, I hop on my bike and ride over to John B’s house.

________(Time Skip)________ “Alright, so who’s ready to get in the water?”  John B stands up, taking off his shirt.

Kiara takes off her shirt and races with John B to the end of the dock, jumping into the water with a big splash.

“Actually, I’m not quite in the mood for swimming today, guys,” I say, raising my voice over the sound of Kiara’s laughter.

“Oh come on, it’s so hot out.  How could you ever stand the heat without the freezing water?” JJ asks, taking his shirt off.  I trail my eyes down his torso.  I can’t help it.  I’ve liked JJ as more than a friend for over a year now, though I doubt he ever notices my longing glances at him.

JJ takes this as an invitation to wrap his arms around my stomach and toss me into the water.  Before I hit the surface, I cry out.

I swim back up and gasp for air.

“Dude, are you okay?”  JJ seems concerned.  He slides into the water, rather than jumping in.  The others are looking at me with worried expressions as well.

Great.  So much for not calling attention to yourself.

“I’m fine,” I answer.  I playfully splash JJ to change the subject and everyone goes back to swimming.

________(Time Skip)_________ Laying out in the sun, comfortable and about to fall asleep, JJ interrupts my peace.

“So like, Y/N, why didn’t you take your shirt off to swim today?  Didn’t you say you wanted to get a tan this summer or something?”  JJ sits down next to me.

“JJ, you pervert, she can do what she wants,” Kiara explains for me.

“JJ’s constantly horny, what’s new?”  Pope laughs and John B joins in.

Still, JJ looks ever expectantly at me.

I shrug.  “What Kie said.”

They shouldn’t have to know what my dad does to me.  It’s my fault, anyway.

I stand up and walk a small distance away over to the cooler to grab a beer. When I stand up straight again, I’m face-to-face with JJ.

With the sun just now beginning to set, everything around us has a nice pink shade to it.

“I know something’s up,” JJ states, getting right to the point.

“Yeah.  The sky.”  I turn away, but JJ speaks again.

“Will you go out on the dock with me?  For just a few minutes?

Butterflies fill my stomach.

With JJ?  Alone?

I hesitate before I say yes.

But he “knows something’s up”.  Does he know about me and my dad’s fights? He probably thinks that I’m weak, like my dad says.

“Okay,” I agree anyway.

“We’re going to go inside.  You two kids have fun with whatever you’re doing,” John B shouts from the back porch of his house.

JJ leads me out to the end of the dock and sits down, putting his feet in the water.  I cross my legs, sitting next to him.

“It happens to me, too,” JJ says.

I furrow my eyebrows.  “What does?”

JJ lifts up his shirt and drags down his shorts just enough for me to see a big, painful-looking mark on his hip.

I bite my lip and look away.

His dad does it, too?

“You don’t have to hide it from me.  I know,” JJ continues, putting his shirt down.

I try to play the clueless card.  “What’s that from, JJ?  I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

When I turn my head back, something about his gaze tells me that nothing I say will convince him that I don’t know what he’s on about.

“No.  You can’t just do that,” I blurt.  He’s caught me off-guard and now I feel exposed.  Ashamed.  “You can’t just say that and show me that and think that I’ll be ready to tell you something.”

“I just want to help, Y/N.”  His voice is calming and welcoming.

Is it deceiving?  Is he getting ready to tell me that my bruises are pathetic?

My mind shifts to think about what JJ allowed me to see.

“Your dad does it, too?”  It comes out quiet and unsure.

“Yes.”

I look up and we make eye contact.  “I’m sorry.”  I don’t know why I say it, though.

If I think getting beat is my fault, why don’t I think it’s JJ’s fault when he gets hit? “It’s not your fault,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

I’m silent.

But isn’t it?

“I just want him to be proud of me.”  I gaze out at the water, which is now turning a beautiful red color from the reflected light of the sky.  A soft breeze gently blows my hair.

“I know,” is all he says.  But it’s enough for me.  I’m about to lift up my shirt and show him the bruises I earned last night, but he places his hand on top of mine. “You don’t have to show me.  I just want you to talk to me.”

I let go of my shirt and turn my hand up to intertwine our fingers.  I sigh in relief, even though I was fully ready to see the look of disgust on JJ’s face when he would see the discoloration of my rib area.  “Thank you.”

“I can’t stand to think that you go through the same thing I do, Y/N.  I know that I might mess up everything by doing this but… I love you,” he announces, squeezing my hand for a second.

With the new mix of emotions inside of me, I don’t know what to say first.

That I think I love him too?  That I have for a while?  That I want him to feel just as safe with me as I do with him?

“I think I love you too.”  Now it all makes sense; feeling eyes on me and turning to see JJ look away, him constantly asking if I’m okay, his presence giving me a sense of protection.

I am in love with JJ Maybank.

As if we’d both come to this huge realization at the same time, JJ and I turn and kiss each other.  It’s understanding and tender, but also lustful and impatient at the same time.  My hands run through his hair and his arms wrap around me, careful to not hurt me, pulling me closer to him.

We break apart for air and I bury my head in his neck.

“I’m sorry I waited so long to do that,” JJ says.

“Me too.”

He pulls me into his lap, leaning back against a post on the dock.  Adjusting my head against his shoulder to watch the sunset with him, everything is quiet except for the soft lull of the waves against the bank.

“You’re safe with me,” he soothes.

“I know.”

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Alright, well instead of sending this to just the last 7 blogs in my notifications, I’m going to post this publicly so that everyone has a chance to know.

1. I have green/blue eyes.

2. My favorite color is red.

3. I am 5′ 2.  (Yeah I’m short).

I Promise (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey I added some fluff in and I hope you enjoy!  Thank you so much for requesting!

Word Count: 1,380

Warnings: MENTIONS/DESCRIBES ABUSE, heavy angst, some smut I guess.

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Sitting by the fire, beer in hand, I could not be happier.  Just me and the rest of the pogues sitting outside, laughing, and exchanging ghost stories.

I’m sitting next to JJ, one of my closest friends.  We were introduced to each other at the beginning of this year when I started to hang around John B’s friends.  JJ’s one of those people who flirts with everyone but can’t see that the person for him is standing right in front of him.  Or, in this case, sitting right next to him.

But maybe I’m not the person for JJ.  Almost two years ago, I was stuck in a relationship with Rafe Cameron.  Thanks to him, I was sure I would never see, nor deserve, true happiness ever again.  For now, however, I won’t get into me and my abusive ex-boyfriend’s past.

“And then… She was never seen again,” John B finishes, ending his scary story. John B’s favorite thing is to tell stories that happen in forests or in nature, just to get a reaction out of all of us, who are sitting outside in nature.

“That’s the dumbest ending I’ve ever heard,” Pope says, crossing his arms.  “So the girl is never seen again and the whole town is just chill with that?  Or is there a sequel to your ridiculous story?”

If it weren’t for Pope’s running commentary on John B’s stories, I think I would have difficulty sleeping tonight.

“Sure there’s a sequel.  We’re the cast.  The Wendigo is waiting for us out there in the woods,” John B adds while pointing at the dark woods surrounding us.

I feel chills down my spine and even though I can still hear the sound of the waves, it feels like I’m a million miles away from home.

I scan the trees anxiously, as if John B’s story is real.

“Dude, chill out,” JJ says.  He turns his head to look at me.  “There’s no way that story is real, anyway.”

I move in closer to JJ, subconsciously seeking comfort.  He gently places his hand on my thigh.  Immediately, I tense up.

When I was with Rafe, he would always grab my thigh and when he would let go, there would be brises.  If I told him to stop, he would only move his hand further up my leg.

I scoot back away, JJ’s hand falling away from my leg.  When I glance over for a second, I can see the hurt expression on his face.  I feel guilty for a second, like something’s wrong with me.

No.  It’s not your fault.  Besides, what Rafe did in the past is history.  SHouldn’t you enjoy that JJ tried to comfort you?

No, because it’s ok to be uncomfortable with certain things. Right?

Right.

I look across the bonfire at John B, who has a questioning look on his face.  My expression tells him everything he needs to know.  John B was the one who gave me the strength to get out of my unhealthy relationship with Rafe, so he knows why I suddenly became uneasy.  He’s the only one of the group that understands my problem with touching people.

“Alright, well I’m heading home,” Kiara announces, standing up.

“Me too,” Pope chimes in.

We all say goodnight to Kiara and Pope.  John B, JJ, and I pack up and head back to John B’s shack, which we’ve all been staying at.

Once inside, John B heads directly into his room, closing the door after him. “Can I have the pull-out bed tonight?” I ask, my voice wavering because it’s the first thing I’ve said to JJ since my awkward-ness at the bonfire.

“Yeah sure,” JJ answers, but he doesn’t move.  He’s looking at me, something unreadable in his eyes.  For some reason, this strikes fear in me.

Images of Rafe forcing me to act like the “perfect girlfriend” in front of people while he whispered threats in my ear whenever I would flinch away from him flash through my mind.  I never knew what would be next with Rafe.  He was unpredictable and highly manipulative.  Now, I realize that, but back then, I just thought that was how it was supposed to be.

Maybe Rafe’s past behavior is the reason why I’m wary of the way I can’t tell what JJ’s thinking right now.

Without warning, JJ closes the space between us and connects his lips to mine.

Despite his hands carefully coming up to meet my face, I feel scared.

JJ notices something wrong and pulls back quickly, hands still cupping my face.

Tears fill my eyes as I remember the way Rafe used to seize the back of my neck and force me in to kiss him, getting angry if I didn’t comply, especially if it was in front of his parents.

“Did I- Oh my god I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to- Y/N, are you okay?  Did I do something?  Just tell me if I did something wrong,” JJ says, concern evident in his voice.

“No… No, you…”  I turn away, causing JJ’s hands to drop to his sides.  I wipe tears away with the back of my hand.

“I thought… I thought maybe you felt the same for me,” he states.

“I do.  I just- I don’t-”  I sigh in frustration, crossing my arms across my chest and turning back to face JJ.

“Then what’s wrong?”  JJ takes a step towards me, but when I take a step back he stops.

“You… You might’ve heard that Rafe and I were, uh, together two years ago,” I start.

Am I ready to open up?  Will he understand?

“Well, um, Rafe would do these things to me.  I guess I just… I don’t know, JJ, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay, I understand.  You can tell me, I promise,” he reassures. 

“Like, uh, you know at the bonfire?  He- Rafe, I mean -would… I guess grab my thigh?  He wouldn’t let go sometimes.  Sometimes I’d have… these bruises.  For weeks.  I’d get bruises in other places, too.  Some would take more makeup to cover up than others.” I cover my mouth and bite down a sob as fresh tears run down my face at the memory.

JJ stays silent, his demeanor so caring that it makes me feel warmer.  Safer.

“Everyone thought he was perfect.  I was perfect.  They were… They were wrong.  Somehow, he’d use excuses about how he was too good to me and how, for the things that I did, I was lucky he didn’t react worse.  I was constantly… just constantly scared.”  My voice breaks on the last word and I hug myself, crying silently.  Distantly, I’m wondering how this hasn’t woken John B up.

“I didn’t know any better, JJ, I really didn’t.”  I take steps forward into JJ’s arms willingly.  I allow myself to expose the vulnerableness I’d been keeping in for so long.

JJ runs his hand through my hair calmingly and rests his chin on top of my head. “I understand.  It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me any more, I understand,” he mumbles.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice hoarse.

We softly rock back and forth, everything quiet except for the nighttime crickets and the occasional sniffle from me.

I’m finally relaxed again and my breathing is slow.

“I do really like you, JJ.”  My voice is muffled by JJ’s chest.

“I really like you, too.  You didn’t deserve anything that Rafe put you through, and I need you to know that,” he says.

It’s like he knew exactly what to say to me, because that’s precisely what I think I needed to hear.

I look up at JJ.  He softly brushes back a strand of hair from my face.

This time, it’s me that closes the distance.  I rise up on the tip of my feet to kiss JJ.  He’s careful, making sure I’m okay with what’s happening.  We break off after a few seconds.

“If we- If this is something between us… Like something official… Then I need you to promise me something.”  I speak silently, looking into his eyes.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’re not like...him.  That you’ll be there for me, please.  You’ll be patient with me and gentle.  Just… Please.”

“I promise.”

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JJ Maybank x Reader Fluff

Summary: JJ comes to the reader’s house wanting to run away with the reader after getting bailed out of jail and being beaten by his dad.  The reader comforts JJ.

Author’s Note: This is really short, but there may or may not be a JJ series coming up.  Thank you so much for requesting something, though!

Word Count: 791

Warnings: mentions of abuse, angst, some smut, swearing, fluff with comforting JJ (again, not really a warning but whatever.

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“What happened to your face?”  I examine JJ’s bruised face.  I’m aware that this might be the work of his father, but I still hope it’s for a different reason.

“It’s nothing, Y/N.  Just, uh, you know.  The usual,” JJ answers, brushing it off and turning away from me.

Since John B went MIA, the pogues have just been doing whatever they want in the meantime.  That, apparently, includes sinking Topper Thornton’s boat.  Pope was going to get arrested for “destruction of property”, but JJ stepped in and took the blame, though I doubt, for once, that JJ did it.  Now, JJ’s come to my house and told me that his father bailed him out of jail.

He also might’ve mentioned that he wants to run away with me.

“Yucatan, Mexico?”  I sit down on a stool and try to process everything.  “With what money?  Why now?”

“The money we got from Scooter Grubb’s hotel room.  Why not leave now?  What do you have to lose, Y/N?”

I sigh.  “JJ, I know it was your father who hit you.  You don’t have to act like it doesn’t bother you.”

“Why are you changing the subject?”  JJ turns to face me again, takes his hat off, and runs his hand through his hair.

I’ve had feelings JJ for a while now.  More than normal, platonic feelings.  I’ve never talked to JJ about it because of the first pogue rule; no pogue on pogue macking.  But running away with him?  Sure, I don’t have anything to lose, but what about the other pogues?  Life here in Outer Banks isn’t always luxurious for a pogue, but it’s still my home.

“I’m changing the subject because it’s something that needs to be talked about.  You want to run away to get away from your dad, don’t you?”  I regret what I say the second it leaves my mouth.  Although he doesn’t always show it, JJ’s dad is a tender subject.

“What?  I- I just… Y/N, please just consider it.  You and me and…”

And what?  We’ve never left this island.  We don’t know what being on our own is like.

I take a few steps closer to him and reach out, trying to put my hand on his arm.  He pulls away and I pretend to not be hurt.  “We can’t leave the other pogues.  What about John B?  The treasure?”

“You’re always so worried about John B.  Everyone is.  Besides, the treasure is bullshit, anyways,” he says, not looking at me.

“I care about you JJ.  I really do.  But running away is not going to solve our problems.  No matter how much I would like to run off with you and leave this island behind, we can’t.”  I stand up and put my hands on my hips.

He looks at me with an expression I can’t quite explain.  He clenches his jaw and then he leans forward and kisses me.

It’s softer than I had expected, since JJ constantly tries to act tough.  He pulls away and looks me in the eye.

“I’m sorry.  I… You probably didn’t expect that…”  He takes a step back and scratches the back of his neck.

“No, honestly.  I didn’t expect that.”  He looks worried for a second before I say more.  “That doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

His face lights up and he grins.

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to run away with you, though.  You can stay here at my house from now on, but no Yucatan.”  I gently put both of my hands on his face, gingerly moving my thumb over his bruised cheek.  “I promise you’re safe here.”

Then, I see tears in JJ’s eyes.  I’ve never seen JJ cry.

He moves forward and wraps his arms around me.  “I tried… the gun… I had the gun with me, and my dad… he fell asleep… I thought I could end it…”  He stifles a sob in my shoulder.  “I couldn’t do it.  I put a gun to my own dad’s head but I… I couldn’t do it.”

My heart breaks at his words.

JJ’s not a murderer, so of course he couldn’t do it.

I rub his back and hug him tighter.  “It’s ok.  You’re not a killer, JJ.  It’s reasonable to want it to end, okay?  You’re here now and you don’t have to deal with him.”

“I’m sorry, I am.  It… It’s really nothing that big of a deal.  I got all over emotional and stuff.”  JJ’s voice is unsteady.

I pull him away and wipe his tears away with my thumbs.  Placing my forehead on his, I say, “It’s okay to cry.”

He kisses me again, this time more desperate and passionate.

Maybe running away with JJ isn’t that bad of an idea.

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