This Is So Funny!! If You Watched/liked/like Avengers..This Is Perfect

This is So funny!! If you watched/liked/like Avengers..This is perfect😂

(This is not mine by the way)

Okay! Imagine Animals by Maroon 5 for a Possessive/Yandere? Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001! Please if somebody does this as a Oneshot/imagine or even a few parts, I love you!

Omg Yesss somebody please do this!!

Can someone please write a JJ x Reader fanfic based on the song Mine by Taylor Swift?

YESS I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGES!!! THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS!! @obxmxybxnk

unplanned - day out

unplanned masterlist

w/c: 1.3k

desc: you and JJ despised each other, getting into arguments whenever you bumped heads in the street. you were a kook, he was a pogue. what would happen if a baby came between you?

warnings: PART NINE, jj maybank x reader, teen pregnancy, swearing, sexual innuendos, mentions of the pogues,

a/n: i am so so sorry this has taken way over a month to write. i've had no motivation or inspiration for it AT ALL so here's this super boring chapter lmao🥺

parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

seven months pregnant

jj's arm wrapped around your shoulder while you sat at the chateau. the rest of the pogues were all sat around the hammocks, deep in some random conversation that you had no interest in joining at 10 in the morning.

your life was finally looking up. you had the father of your baby ready to support you and his child, you had your friends surrounding you, prepared to help tackle anything that came in the way of your little family. but you also had no parents. no boyfriend. no real family.

the fear of everyone in outerbanks finding out youre carrying a real life human being inside of you stays in the back if your mind 24/7. obviously, at this point, you look heavily pregnant to the point where you cant even hide it. so for the past month, you've either been at john b's house, or your own. you were terrified for anybody to see you out in public and spread the word of you being a whore.

honestly, you were very pleasantly surprised that rafe hadn't told everybody.

that should've been the first red flag for you.

"you okay?" jj's voice whispered in your ear. concern filling his expression. you just smiled up at him and nodded, not close enough yet to talk to him about what was worrying you.

you were so, so relieved that you and jj were becoming something, but sometimes it still felt awkward and different. it was a huge change from his mean, cruel ways to get used to.

"hey, don't you still need to buy baby clothes?" john b abruptly pulled the two of you back into their circle, and your eyes bulged open, snapping your head to jj.

"shit! i have everything except clothes, i completely forgot." you mentally face palmed yourself, how can you be a good mom if you forget the baby essentials?

"it's fine, we can go out and get some now. do you have money?" jj asked, and you nodded, although your lips turned upside down for a moment.

"i haven't checked my bank account in a while. my parents might've taken all the money out already." you told him. you'd been living off the funds you'd taken out previously, which was only about a third of what was in it before. dread filled your body at even the thought of being left broke by your cruel, putrid parents, taking all your well deserved money after endless jobs of babysitting, waitressing and dog walking even after your parents practically handed you their credit card whenever you needed even a cent.

"we better go quick then."

the two of you waved goodbye to the pogues and climbed into the van, jj in the drivers seat. there was a shift in the air as you and jj still weren't quite used to not filling silence with petty arguments or glares. it felt nice though, a good change that you were thankful for.

after a few minutes of strangely comfortable quietness, jj pulled into the street that the bank resided in, turning to you with a small smile on his face.

the building towered above you, ancient bricks seemingly going on forever. the wide, double doors pushed open and the fluorescent light of the room opened up to the two of you. jjs azure eyes scanned the room enthusiastically because, to be honest, he'd never stepped foot in a bank before. he never needed to, not with the money he owned. all the money jj had could probably, just about, fit in his jean shorts pocket.

you grinned at the lady behind the glass barrier and told her your name and details as she typed away on her (loud) keyboard. she grinned back at you as she nodded, telling you the money is in your bank and that you just need to use your credit card to access it.

after hours of sitting in the side office, across from a very professional man who spoke words niether you nor jj understood, you finally were given a new card with a new password so that your parents had no say in the money that went in and out of your bank account. you were officially, completely and utterly, your own person. no chains to your family any more.

freedom.

jj grabbed hold of your slightly sweaty hand and led you out of the building, now a huge smile on both of your faces, your expressions only showing ecstasy and exhilaration.

"hey, let's get some baby clothes now, yeah?" you nodded at the boy who's slender fingers were still entangled with yours as he pulled you through the noisy crowds of bustling tourons in the town centre, away from the beach that gave you comfort and solace. the shops that surrounded you were similar to the ones that were on the mainland, except these were more affordable and less fancy (more pogue like).

"there's a baby shop!" you exclaimed, jj nodded as he pretended to listen to you. but instead he was staring at your features. he loved the little flecks of hazel in your y/e/c eyes. he loved the quirk in your smile when you got enlivened by something. he loved the way your nose scrunched up as you accidentally brushed against somebody on the street. he loved how your skin was now decorated a pink hue as you had caught the blond, reckless troublemaker red handed.

"you coming?" you teased, trying not to show how flustered you were by his ogling (but he could already tell.)

the shelves inside the shop held teeny t-shirts with phrases like 'daddys lil' soldier' or 'i love my mom'. they were awfully cheesy and stereotyped but you could see the way jj's eyes lit up every time he read the cute words that were directed for the father. his heart swelled up at the thought of a human being that he helped make wearing a shirt saying they loved him or looked up to him.

the pogue boy reached out and gripped hold of a navy blue sweater that was decorated with cute baby pink squiggles while you grabbed some denim dungarees and grass green shoes.

"i want this." "lets get these." you both spoke at the same time causing giggles to erupt from the two of you. in the end, you threw both outfits into the basket because- why not?

the rest of the day was spent with laughs, jokes and sarcasm. you could feel yourself slowly falling for jj as the hours went by. your heart was quickly sinking because, well, this was jj maybank. a name that all the tourons learned by heart after moaning it out night after night. all the girls on the entire island had slept with him and all the boys had fought with him. he was a fuckboy and a fighter. jj would never want to be with you when he had a choice of every other girl in outerbanks.

suddenly, you felt a odd pain in your stomach. a strange sensation that felt like a pulsing beat, it took mere seconds to realise what it really was.

"jj! jj!" you called, and his head nearly snapped off by how quick he turned to you, panic struck across his face. his feet rushed towards you as he looked terrified for your wellbeing.

"what? are you okay? are you in pain? do you need a docto-" you cut the teenager off by holding his hands and moving them to your belly, letting him feel the kicking for himself. you watched as the trepidation washed from his expression and instead was replaced with euphoria and glee.

"that's my child? they're kicking?" his ears fogged up as tears collected in the bottom.

"she's kicking, jj." his circular movements stopped as his blue eyes shot up to look into yours.

"she?!"

the realisation of what you said settled in and your lips moved upwards slightly. you let the gender slip. whoops.

"she."

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