I cannot stop thinking about a boat day with JJ and him just being the sweetest but also a little shit at the same time and he plays all his country favs on the speaker 🤭
🏖️ I loveee this! 🌊
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"JJ! I swear to god", you called out to the boy at the front of the boat. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, while he was driving the boat a little too fast for your liking.
Your stomach churned with every bounce, making it more and more unbearable by the second. "Seriously JJ, I'm going to be sick", you yelled over the roar of the engine.
The boat slowed down abruptly and the water stilled. JJ turned towards you, and gave you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry babe, got carried away a little." You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just doing it to tease you, because he knew how easily you get seasick.
"We are almost there by the way, so don't worry, I'm not doing it again", he chuckled and winked at you.
A few minutes later you arrived at this beautiful, small, distant beach. JJ anchored the boat and hopped off onto the soft sand. He reached out his hand for you to take, "Welcome to paradise, m'lady." he announced giving you a kiss on your hand.
The rest of the day was spent swimming, taking pictures and JJ making it up to you for driving so fast, and the best way he can make it up to you is .., well we all know what that is … he picked out this distant beach for a reason.
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A/N: this imagine is fluffy, but it’s short. please note the warnings; it is not graphic, though i do not recommend reading if it could trigger you.
WC: 391
It was about one in the morning when I woke up to an abrupt knocking on the door. I rushed out of bed and found JJ outside.
“JJ? Are you okay? You’re so lucky my parents aren’t-”
JJ pushed past me, tears streaming down his face, and lay on the couch, “Y/N, I’m sorry I just-”
I hushed him, walking over to him and lifting his shirt slightly. He had gashes and bruises all over his stomach and abdomen, “J. What happened?” I asked, immediately going into the kitchen to find our first aid kit.
“I think you know. I just need to crash, you don’t have to do all that, I’ll survive.”
“No. I can’t let you stay like this-it could get worse,” I said, tears forming in my eyes at the damage Luke did to my best friend, his son. “It would- it would kill me, J.” My voice was breaking, and I knew JJ could tell by the way his face softened and he sighed, letting me work to clean him up.
I used hydrogen peroxide on the open cuts and wrapped them with bandages. He hissed every time the peroxide touched his skin, and I whispered to him: relax. I found some of his clothes that I’d stolen and let him change. We didn’t speak much, but small tears fell down my cheeks and probably onto his chest. I broke the silence after I helped him change without touching his bandages too much. Actually, I started rambling.
“JJ. I think you should stay with me. My parents won’t mind. I just- I can’t see you like this. He never realizes when you’re gone. Please, just, don’t leave. We’ll- we can leave if that’s what you want to do. You’ve always wanted to go to Yucatan, right? Let’s go! I’ll get Pope to get us enough gas, and we’ll just leave. I just can’t let you go back there, J. Please-”
“Kiss me, Y/N.”
“What?”
He didn’t respond but instead attached his lips to mine. It was a sweet kiss and my stomach seemed to flip inside out. His lips seemed to fit perfectly between my own. My eyes fluttered shut and his hands flew to cradle my face and mine into his hair.
“Please don’t go,” I said, touching my forehead to his.
pairing : jj maybank x female reader
summary : after finally coming to terms with his obessesion pope and john b urge him to just "kiss the girl"
words : 2.1k
warnings : none?
a/n : first post on here, pls be kind. wanted to start off with my bby boy <3 feedback would be appreciated.
there was no doubt about the fact that jj maybank was head over heels for you. everyone knew it as he hadn't chosen to disguise his infatuation for you. the only person who was actually oblivious to this was you which seemed ludicrous to say the least since jj was practically drooling anytime he was in a close enough proximity to you.
over the course of the past two months you had been racing through his mind, truthfully the only thing on his mind.
at first when he felt the impulse to touch your hand or to feel his lips against yours he was disgusted in himself. not that having the chance in doing so would repulse him it was just that having known you since you were kids such thoughts didn't seem appropiate to even discuss with himself let alone with you. you were his best friend and he wouldn't want anything the destroy that. he wouldn't let anything destroy that. so keeping his feelings at bay seemed like the chosen option that would be beneficial to him in the long-term.
"dude you are so whipped" john b said as he tied the boat to the dock, struggling to tie a knot in the rope. up until he spoke jj hadn't been focusing on john b or pope nor their presence. his concern was elsewhere where you stood alongside kiara and sarah. he smiled to himself as the corners your mouth perked up at something one of the girls had said.
it wasn't just your smile that enticed him further but the way you held yourself, your hand laying by your side, presenting jj with the urge to do nothing more than to feel his fingers in yours.
"dude shut up so are you" jj scoffed as he turns back to the boys , running a hand through his dirty blonde hair before taking his cap and placing it on top of his fluffy mop sending a smirk over to john b. john b swiped his tongue to the corner of his mouth knowing that he could not further argue with that statement.
"he got you there man" pope chuckled as he came to rest his hand on the back of jj's back in approval.
john b had finally tied the boat to the key with much effort and to feed his satisfaction into his accomplishment he decided to pull out a beer from the cooler. thanks to jj the cooler was always full.
for July in the outer banks it was far more humid and the air much too dry than anticipated meaning that most days were spent lingering by the swamp. the only place where the air held some amount of moistness and the water cool against one's skin.
"so how are things with you and sarah?" pope asks to divert himself from the exclusion that he had tumbled into from the two boys. it wasn't that he was particularly interested in his response because by the looks of it john b was much alike jj. in love.
lowering the glass bottle from his lips john b flashes a small smile, staring off into the far distance. the smile that he showed was one that had been buried deep since the disappearance of his father. now it had come back there was a thesis that it was all sarah's doing. pope was glad of this and at that moment in time he knew that this girl was good for him and he good for her.
"i don't know man i think i love her" he pauses as he turns to look over at sarah, her blonde hair flying in the soft breeze, "she's just.....-".
"everything" jj blurts out as he too turns over to look at the girls. pope eyes jj up and down with his arms folded across his chest.
"yeah". john b agrees with this with a nod before taking another sip .
"guys are you hearing yourselves right now?" pope scoffs to himself as he watches the two practically transfixed with the two girls. sure he had a certain amount of liking towards kiara but at least he chose to be discrete about it.
"if you don't do something about your thing with y/n jj i swear to god-" pope warns jj and it seems that he is serious that he will be the one to confess jj's intimate feelings.
in surrender jj sets down his beer on the edge of the boat and raises his hands in the air. "fine, fine i'll do it tonight" he says, lowering his hands and once again picking up his beer he spots pope rather flabbergasted with his response, john b also.
"is that okay with you?" jj confirms with a smirk knowing that he had truly outsmarted pope which was shocking enough. pope just nods in agreement.
john b laughs to himself for a moment at pope's face of utter shock. it is not long before the three break out into bursts of laughter until they are joined by a few familiar faces. it seemed that the girls were bored without their male companionship.
the three girls boarded the boat, first sarah followed by kiara then you. now that six people resided on the watercraft it had started to become cramped. therefore sarah makes her way over to address her boyfriend.
"hey boys" sarah greeted with a small wave at jj and pope before landing a peck on john b's cheek leaving him "all starry-eyed and shit" according to jj.
jj had barely acknowledged sarah once he spotted you in a close proximity. there you stood your arm linked in kie's as you were in conversation with pope who was seemingly throwing eyes at her.
feeling rather rejected from the whole debacle you turn to see jj fiddling with the rings on his fingers, the numerous rings. just as he looks up he meets your eyes and you smile warmly at him. it was only a matter of seconds before he felt his heart rate increase and his mood escalate.
"hey y/n" jj says lifting up his hand to wave but it just lingers in the air for a moment as he realizes how cheesy it is. once that awkward tension had disintegrated a blush flashed upon his cheeks.
"okay you got to admit that was cute as fuck" kiara whispers into your ear and you could do nothing but agree with her. the golden boy could be indeed classified as cute.
truth be told now that you think about it there was something different that radiated off the maybank boy. it was something that you couldn't quite place your finger on.
deciding to allow jj the pleasure of being in your company you pull yourself from kiara's grasp, leaving her alone with pope. beside him there was an unoccupied space at the foot of the boat so you join him there.
"hey j" you say turning to him only to notice that his cheeks are still tarnished red. "hey" he replies, his voice coming out croaky. slowly pulling the beer bottle from his grasp you take a swig yourself before returning it back to him.
when you pushed it back in his direction for a sliver of a second your finger grazed against his own making you all warm and fuzzy inside, definitely something different that you would feel for him. out of impulse you pull your hand away quickly hoping that he didn't notice but that was near impossible since he had now engraved that moment in his mind.
"how are you?" he asks completely brushing off what had just occurred. you liked this in him, his ability to play it cool and seem so laid-back even though he lacked to show this earlier with that god awful wave. but it was cute.
"i'm good" you nod to yourself once again taking the bottle from him, keeping your hand far away enough from his own.
"you?" you ask. normally the conversation wouldn't be so dry or awkward but it was something that hung in the air, something left unsaid that triggered this.
sarah now came sauntering over, her own beer in hand, empty. "you guys wanna play spin the bottle?". you shrug and turn to jj to see his response. his heart, now pounding faster in his chest is telling him to say yes in the chance that it might happen. that he just might be able to kiss you even if its just for a stupid game.
"sure" jj nods getting up from his position, offering a hand to you. setting down the glass bottle you take his hand once again that feeling arises but this time you accept it and even perhaps enjoy it.
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"okay so who wants to go first?" kiara asks rubbing her hands excitedly with one another. you wonder why she has such interest in this but then you remember all the flirtatious comments that pope had sent her way, and she didn't seem to dislike them.
the six of you sat in a circle around the infamous beer bottle in the middle that had once shared your lips and jj's. that idea left you to think to yourself....would jj kissing you be so bad?
each of you turn to look at one another waiting on somebody to volunteer their contribution. "i'll go" jj says his hand hovering over the glass in case someone else would allow him leave. his eyes went around the group yet no one gave in but you did notice john b grin widely at jj. strange.
with one flick of his wrist it starts spinning and the group anticipates the outcome. as it comes to a slow it finally comes to rest at your feet.
there is an awkward silence as you keep your eye contact with the ground rather than having to look him in the eye. its not that you don't want to kiss him per say but he's your friend and if you do this will it ever be the same? will you ever the feel the same? but honestly you don't have much of a choice.
slowly but surely you raise your eye line upwards to meet his. normally a situation like this would be nerve-wracking anyways but along with your friends as an audience it was on a whole other level. you now had the pressure of meeting not only meeting his standards but also that of the others.
"come on man kiss the girl" pope urges jj as it is clear that he is growing impatient, voicing the others' thoughts as well. jj gives pope a look as he is clearly planning to do just that.
jj moves closer towards you so now that the circle has become deformed. at this moment in time your hands begin to sweat, now all clammy, your cheeks are heated although luckily enough the sun has just set so it would be unlikely for anyone to notice.
jj, now closer than before leaves just an inch between his lips and your own. "are you sure?" he whispers, his warm breath fanning your face. it smells nice almost like vanilla.
someone coughs and you are now suddenly aware of the others and how awkward it all is.
you don't even answer his question, you don't need to. you move closer presenting him the opportunity to place his lips on yours, its not long before he grasps this moment. he sets his lips upon yours and then it happens, the feeling. its like the first spark hitting a bark of wood and its new and exciting and its all you could ever wish for. allowing yourself to sink deeper into the kiss just reminds you that it has toe end but his hand holding your chin makes up for it. he holds it like his most prized possession. you thought it would be weird but during this moment you wanted nothing more than to stay like this, but sooner or later reality punches back.
it is him who pulls away first which disappoints you but due to his expression you can tell that he is pleased with himself and what you had both just experienced. a tender kiss with your best friend. no, a tender kiss with someone whom you would not like to regard as your "friend" but something more?
"ya'll need to get a room" kiara says leaning back so that her back hits the edge of the boat. "i second that" pope says and john b and sarah both nod.
you laugh it off uncomfortably, jj the same. honestly you decided to drown out what the others were saying after that, knowing it was just going to be dirty ass jokes. all you really wanted to do was experience that feeling again with him, with jj. you wanted him, not as a friend. admitting it to yourself was the first step. jj maybank had made an impression on you and judging by the way his sapphire eyes latched onto yours he would be doing far much more than that.
summary: jjs abuse with his dad has gotten worse, how long does it take until you find out?
the three times jj shows up to your house covered in blood and bruises, and the one time you find out why.
the first time, you figured it was just a toss up with a kook.
you heard the knocking on your window and immediately knew who it was. you got up out of your bed and walked over to the window, expecting him to just wanna lie down with you.
however, you were met with a bloody, bruised jj maybank. "oh my god, j. what happened?" you questioned, your voice laced with worry.
"uh, rafes a douchebag." was his only answer. "im fine, i just wanted to see you."
"j, you're not fine. go sit in the bathroom, i'll clean you up."
and you did.
the second time, you were worried.
it was the second night that week that you heard the knocking on your door. you, once again, knew it was jj. it was always jj. you did not expect him to be covered it blood and bruises again.
"hey, pretty girl." he teased. trying to make his way into the window but bring stopped by the ache in his torso.
"need some help?" you questioned reaching your hand our for him to take. he accepted it, mumbling a thank you. "what happened now, jj?" you asked and you weren't accepting his kook answer again.
"rafes an ass."
"no. im not buying that this time, jj. what happened?" it wasn't a question anymore, you could tell he was lying.
he took a deep breath and moved to sit on your window sill, "y/n/n, baby im okay. alright? just a toss up with rafe. s'all."
"promise?"
"promise."
but you didn't miss the way he crossed his fingers behind his back.
the third time, you were frustrated.
knocking, again.
jj.
once again, rushing to your window you let him in without hesitation.
"oh my god, jj." you said, your tone laced with anger instead of worry this time. "are you okay?"
"im sorry, and yes." he spoke, giving you a look and silently asking if he could come in. you nodded, and helped him in again.
"tell me what happened this time. im not going to believe the stupid rafe story again!" you shouted a bit louder than you wanted to.
"shh, y/n please don't wake up your parents." he whispered.
"you know they don't care. okay? now give me answers." you demanded.
"y/n/n it was just a fight with topper this time. im alright, just wanted to see you." he was calm, but you were seeing red.
"jj, i cannot help you if you don't tell me what's going on." you said sternly.
"baby, im okay-"
"don't baby me jj! tell me what happened." your eyes were welling over with tears.
"why don't you believe me?" he asked, his eyes glistening as well.
"give my your hands, look me in the eyes, and promise me that's all it was."
he couldn't do it. he left silently and you cried.
the fourth time, you got answers.
you hadn't seen jj since the fight, so when you heard tapping on your window you were shocked when you opened it and saw your blonde best friend once again covered in blood.
"im sorry." he apologized quickly. "i shouldn't have lied to you, and i'll tell you everything i just can't lose you, y/n/n."
you led him into your bathroom, and he told you everything.
you held him while he cried, and then, he kissed you.
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you and rafe are enemies with benefits. what happens
when he accidentally gets you pregnant?
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : teen pregnancy, language, fighting, crying, anxiety && rafe being a
dick!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this is my first ever fic on tumblr so it may not be that great <33
Rafe and you had been having a casual fling for months now that no one knew about, you both had been keeping it a secret.
The case was that the two of you had been rivals ever since you had moved to the outer banks in the third grade. Although no one really knew why you fought constantly, they knew that you both really hated each other. Maybe it was because you were a pogue and he was a kook.
Whenever you went to the Cameron house for work, (since you were saving money up for college) Rafe would also accompany you everywhere you went, annoying you to no end. Maybe he just enjoyed seeing you get all riled up, shouting some witty retort at his rude comments.
Once it so happened that at some party in the cut, you and Rafe both ended up getting horribly drunk as a result of drinking too much beer and did something you both regretted. Were you sober, you both would knew that you wouldn't have never ever even thought of doing it.
To say you were shocked to find him lying beside you in bed the next morning was an understatement.
Following quite a bit of bickering, you both concluded that the incident was nothing more than a mistake and you promised that you would never speak about it ever again.
Yet somehow, you both always managed to find your way back to each other.
Almost every night, you'd end up with him laying on top of you, making you feel wonders that you'd never feel from any other man.
And that was how your fling had started.
As of the the present moment, you were sitting on the floor of your bathroom, sobbing profusely into your hands, five pregnancy tests resting beside you. They all showed two straight red lines, indicating that they were positive - which meant that you were pregnant.
Initially, you had just used the tests since your period was slightly late, but you weren't too worried. Or, to be more precise, you weren't worried at all. Rafe and you had always been safe and your period had come late numerous times previously, so you were sure that you wouldn't be pregnant.
But seeing the first test come back positive, was like someone had stabbed you in the stomach with a dagger. To say you were stunned would be an understatement.
Originally, you believed that it was a mistake - that the pregnancy test wasn't working properly, but when you saw that four more tests came back positive, you were shook.
You were only eighteen, how could you be pregnant? This would ruin everything you and your parents ever worked for. In light of the fact that you were a pogue, you didn't have much money, and, all the money that you and your family had saved up - went towards your education. But now however, all that money will go for taking care of the baby, and you won't be able to go to college. Your dreams of becoming a doctor and helping millions of people would be shattered. Everything would be ruined.
As you thought more about your situation, your stomach began to churn and you began to cry even more.
Aside from that, abortion wasn't something you could do either since that was against pretty much every moral you could possibly have.
Plus, what would Rafe say? It was well-known that he hated you unconditionally, so would he still care for your baby or would he dismiss you as just another 'fling' he accidentally got pregnant?
Be smart about this Y/N, stop crying like a baby. Just go and talk to Rafe and everything will be okay. You assured yourself in your head.
As you slowly stood from the bathroom floor, trembling slightly because of the insane amount of tears you had shed over the past three hours, you threw all the pregnancy tests into the trashcan so that your parents wouldn't see them.
Walking over to your bed, you grabbed your phone and dialed Rafe's number.
The phone rang for a few minutes before a familiar voice answered, “Hello?”
“Hey Rafe, um - it’s Y/N,” you voice cracked due to nervousness, your body filled with anxiety.
"I know, did you forget I have caller ID," he said in a mocking tone.
You sighed, “Uh, Rafe, I need to talk to you . . . somewhere alone . . . ” You ignored his previous comment, not being in the mood to argue.
"Are you serious Y/N?? You’re still horny? We just did it a few hours ago . . . ”
“No Rafe, not for that, you perv, I need to talk you about something important, can we just meet at our spot?”
A couple months back, you and Rafe had gotten together at the beach, late at night because Rafe had just had another unpleasant encounter with his father and he wanted to seek some comfort from you. Despite the fact that it was that late in the night, you still went up to the beach to see him, and the gesture warmed his heart.
You stayed there pretty much all night, walking there on the sand together and just enjoying yourselves next to the calm waves. You both had found a secluded area on the beach, where you spent the whole night talking to each other under the magical moonlight. It was perfect – the best experience you had ever had. That was one of the very few nights you and Rafe spent time with one another without having sex and without bickering, instead you took the time to get to know each other.
After that, it became a place where you and Rafe would go if you both needed to talk to each other. You both called it your 'spot'.
“Okay, see you in ten,” Rafe said before hanging up.
You walked into your bathroom, washing your face before pulling your hair back into a ponytail and changing out of your night clothes into a crop top and jeans. You grabbed your phone and walked out of your house, climbing into your car and driving to your's and Rafe's 'spot'.
As you drove, your eyes began to well up slightly, your lip quivering as you gripped the steering wheel tighter, nervousness creeping into your body as you wondered how Rafe would react to the situation. The possibility of him leaving you and not supporting you with the baby terrified you. Maybe you had become a little attached to the blonde boy.
A few minutes later you arrived at your spot and you found Rafe already standing there, leaning on a tree. Your heart immediately fluttered at the sight of him, as it did every time you saw him.
To be honest, you were in love with him, but you would never admit it - not to yourself or to anybody else. You ego was too big for that.
As you walked toward the stubborn blonde, you greeted, "Hey Rafe," in a faint voice.
"Hey," he said, "what's up?"
You looked down, unable to find the courage to tell him that you were pregnant. How were you supposed to tell a boy that his life practically ends then and there?
“Hey Y/N, tell me what’s wrong,” he said in a significantly softer voice. The faded tear stains on your cheeks, your red eyes and trembling hands made him realize that there was something genuinely wrong.
You suddenly felt your stomach curl - either from how anxious you were, or because you were pregnant, probably both - and you rushed to a nearby bush and vomited into it. You felt Rafe immediately come by your side, holding your hair and rubbing your back.
“Y/N, Are you sick?” he asked, his voice tinged with panic. He quickly rushed up to his car and got you a water bottle for you to clean up.
After a few seconds, you turned up to him. “Rafe, please don’t be mad about this,” you sniffled.
Rafe knitted his eyebrows in concern, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I’m pregnant Rafe,” you blurted out, wanting to get it over with. Small tears made their way down your cheeks because of how scared you were. All you wanted at the moment was for Rafe to comfort you and say that everything would be okay. But, just as you expected - he didn't.
Rafe's eyes widened as he walked backwards, away from you, without saying a word.
The deaf silence was killing you.
"Rafe, say something . . . don’t just stay . . . quiet,” You whimpered, frowning.
“Is it mine?”
“What? Of course it’s yours, I haven’t had sex with any other guy since forever,” You scoffed.
“I thought we were being safe . . .” He replied, feeling his throat close. Rafe raked a hand through his hair, trying to comprehend this new – shocking – news he just received. At the mere mention of the two words, "I'm pregnant," it was as if his entire world had just crumbled right before his eyes. What would his friends think? What would his father think? Rafe felt his breathing grew quicken and his heartbeat increased.
As Rafe felt everything spin around him, he turned to you and seethed, “If you hadn't just been so needy and horny all the time, we wouldn't be in this mess!” He clenched his fists.
You flinched at the sudden raise in his voice but retaliated nevertheless. “How is this my fault Rafe? Wasn’t it you who begged me to suck you off in public the other day! Maybe you’re the horny one here!” You pointed a finger at his chest.
He walked towards you, flaring his nostrils, and his hands gripped your wrists tightly. “When did you find out? Did you tell anyone else?”
"What the fuck Rafe, you're hurting me," you cried. You squirmed, trying to get out of his harsh grasp.
He looked down at his hands for a moment, then back at your face, his grip releasing, "Just answer the question."
You looked at him sniffling, before rubbing your wrists which had small bruises forming, "I only found out today and I didn't tell anyone else. And I’m so scared Rafe . . . I don’t know what to do—”
“You think I’m not fucking scared? I’m fucking terrified! My dad is going to fucking kill me for this Y/N,” He shouted at you, clenching his jaw.
“Stop being like this Rafe! Stop shouting at me as if this is all my fault!” You wiped the tears falling out of your eyes.
Rafe glared at you, his eyes filled with hatred. It broke your heart.
“You know what? I can’t deal with this shit or you right now, I have to go,” he said slowly, backing away from you.
“What? We haven't finished talking yet,” you exclaimed, walking towards him. “And you can't leave me or this baby Rafe. You’re just as responsible for this child as I am.”
“Y/N, go home. And we should stop seeing each other for a while, to not raise any suspicions,” He said, “Don’t call me again.”
“What about the baby Rafe?”
“Look I really don't fucking care Y/N. Now just please don't call me again,” Rafe said.
And then, without listening to your protests, he stormed past you, climbing into his car, and he began to drive away, leaving you all alone in the dark.
“He left, he doesn't care . . . god, what am I gonna do?” The heartbroken words left your mouth as you broke down for the millionth time that night, sliding onto the ground.
Also can we just talk about how Charlie Gillespie would 1000% fit right in with the pogues and I really want to see him on a future season of Outer Banks....because I mean LOOK AT HIM. He basically lives like a pogue when he's not going to premieres or events for his job. Like come on. Anybody else feel this way? No? Just me?
