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opheliaofficial07 · 8 months ago

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jj would love having a clumsy gf.

i mean, he's not very graceful himself... exhibit a: him flying over a mop bucket, and exhibit b: him faceplanting outside the chateau. man's got experience.

he’s quick to brush it off, shouting “m’okay!” and continuing like nothing happened. he’s not shy of the spotlight, but i don't think he's comfortable with making everyone worry. even when he gets knocked out and pushed over the side of a boat, he makes a joke as soon as he wakes up to lighten the mood.

he'd have a playful reaction to your clumsiness too, trying to laugh it off with you as long as there isn't a threat of tears.

"what's goin' on, cupcake? this door run into you?" jj furrows his brows, rushing over as always to assess the situation. you nod sadly, and he breathes hard through his nose, turning his attention to the rickety door of the chateau.

"who do you think you are? huh, punk?" he kicks it back against the wall with a thud, the entire wooden frame wobbling on its hinges. "yeah—see what happens next time you mess with her."

it works like a charm, almost every time making you giggle at the spectacle he's making for you. he'll go on for as long as you need, he'll rip the door off the wall if it'll make you feel better, he just can't stand seeing you upset.

because of that, he is always the first to downplay anything embarrassing that you do with the group. when the cooler outside the chateau runs out of beer, you volunteer to run inside and grab another case. on your way back out, you slip on one of the wooden steps, landing with a thud. your back smacks against the stairs, and the case drops from your grip, landing square on the bottom step. you hear a bubbling erupt from inside the cardboard box, and you sigh. the pogues sitting around the yard all gasp, frozen in place with the unexpectedness of your fall. if the bruise on your back isn't going to make you cry, this might. jj is up in no time, shouting a "woah! woah! mama’s down!" and abandoning his turn to flip burgers at the grill to jog over and help you stand.

"y'alright?" you take his hand and stand beside him, rubbing at your back with the other one. he gets in front of you, running his calloused hands down the sides of your arms. "babe? did y'hit your head?"

"no." you squeak, and he notices your bottom lip trembling, sending his brain into overdrive. you turn to look down at the now leaking case of beer sitting on the bottom step. he follows your eyes, tilting his head to the side when he addresses you again. "alright—nothing to get all upset over."

he rubs your arm, holding out a hand as he moves away from you like you're a spooked deer. he grabs the case, ripping open the side to assess the damage. he pulls out one dented can with a stream spilling from the side. "the rest are as good as new, cupcake. don’t sweat it.”

he tucks the box under his arm, cracking open the disfigured drink and taking a long drink. the beer sits limply in his grip, still spilling from the bottom. he cocks his head as if to ask you to follow. “c’mon, mama, walk it off. those stairs don’t know what hit ‘em.”

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opheliaofficial07 · 8 months ago

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Now Your Mess Is Mine

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader (both over 18)

TW:angst, mentions of abuse, fluff, I think thats it

Summary: In which JJ is touch starved and you take care of him.

Word Count:2.7k

A/N: this was supposed to be short and fluffy but as per usual, it took on a life of its own

JJ doesn't have a lot of things going for him in life as far as he's concerned. He's practically an orphan, he gets fired from every job, and he never has more than twenty dollars to his name. He hasn't done a lot right in his life, but the best decision he's ever made is choosing you.

He's never felt a touch or a love as gentle as yours. Hell, for the first seventeen years of his life, he doesn't recall feeling anything but a fist. Then you came along, bright as the sun and radiating the most beautiful and intoxicating energy he's ever felt.

You're always gentle with him, soft hands grazing his body whenever you get a chance. JJ didn't know that he craved physical affection until he felt your small supple hand in his large calloused one.

He had no idea he loved cuddling until he was surrounded by you as you wrapped around him like a koala, an aroma of tanning lotion and saltwater overwhelming his senses.

He would've never imagined himself the type to take lavender-scented baths until you pulled him into the bubbles with a bright smile, giving him a beard as your loud giggles seeped into his soul and lit him up from the inside out.

Everything about you is pure and wholesome. Light radiates from you, casting away any semblance of darkness that once cast itself over him. You make him a better man, your face popping into his head before he makes a decision.

He wants to make you proud, to honor and respect you. He wants to be someone you can call yours loudly, shouting it from the rooftops with no shame. He doesn't understand how or why you love him, but he chalks it up to you being some sort of angel.

The rest of the Pogues used to make fun of you two, but they've come to appreciate the way you even JJ out. The two of you are never more than a few feet apart, your bodies always touching in some capacity.

It makes him feel safe and peaceful. It's the only thing he can think about as he lays on the HMS Pogue with you between his legs and his closest friends laughing around him.

JJ's eyes flutter closed as your nails rake across his scalp and he revels in the sun's rays as they warm his tan skin. He finds himself drifting off when your bubbly laughter floats to his ears and your belly shakes his head as it rests against you.

It causes a large smile to split his face and he shifts to look up at you. There's nothing but pure child-like joy on your features with your head thrown back, your mouth open and the corner of your eyes creased.

It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he presses a kiss to your hip bone while squeezing your calf lovingly. It draws your attention back to him and you look down at him with a bright smile.

"Hi." He whispers and you lean down to kiss the tip of his nose.

"Hi, handsome."

You hear Sarah say aww while John B gags dramatically and lift your hand to flip him off.

"Are you having fun?" You ask and JJ nods with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You squint down at him and before you can ask what he's about to do, he's jumping to his feet and scooping you up in his arms. You let out a loud squeal and flail around as your laughter echoes off the water.

"JJ Maybank don't you dare!" You shriek through loud giggles, but it's too late.

His feet are already leaving the side of the boat and the two of you plunge into the ocean. You kick your legs as you resurface, wiping at your face and hair while JJ grins like a little boy.

It's only a matter of seconds before you hear a chorus of splashes and the rest of the group joins in. Before you can blink, there's an all-out splash fight, the six of you laughing and having the time of your lives.

You're just dodging an attack from John B when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist and JJ takes the brunt of the water being sent your way.

You turn and wrap your legs around his waist, your arms moving up to hug around his neck.

"What are you doing, mister?" You ask with a quirked eyebrow and he leans in to give you a sweet kiss.

"I was starting to have withdrawals, baby. You know I can't go more than a few minutes without feeling you."

You almost laugh, but the sentiment goes straight to your heart and your features soften.

"I love you."

He nuzzles his head into your neck, hugging you tightly against his chest, and places a kiss on your collarbone.

"I love you too."

That night as everyone is sitting around a bonfire, you feel worry start to itch at you. JJ went home to get some things, but it's been almost three hours.

You know better than anyone what his home life looks like, he's collapsed into your arms weeping more times than you can count.

There's an unsettling feeling in your gut screaming that something is wrong, and with each second that passes it only gets louder. JJ never goes home for longer than necessary, and he promised he'd be quick.

You're just about to get in your car and go look for him when you hear the rumbling of his dirt bike as he screeches to a halt. The group shares a confused look and you rise to your feet, ready to be near your boyfriend again.

You stop cold in your tracks when he kicks the bike over, anger clearly clouding his usual light-hearted personality. JJ is like a golden retriever and loyal to a fault, so when he's like this it sends everybody reeling.

You watch as he knocks over a few more things in a fit of rage before storming inside and you decide to follow. You can hear footsteps behind you and turn to shake your head, instructing your friends to let you handle it.

Your steps are light as your feet carry you up the steps and into the bathroom where you hear the shower running. You open the door as gently as possible, JJ's back greeting you as he stares into the mirror with tears streaming.

"Hey, sweet boy. You okay?" Your voice is soft as you ask the question you already know the answer to and it sends a pang of hurt through his chest. He hates when you see him like this, weak and vulnerable.

He wants to be the strong one, your rock, yet more often than not the roles get reversed. You watch him silently, allowing him space to open up if wants to.

He doesn't say anything as his head drops and you already know what happened. You step into the room fully and close the door behind you, moving tentatively in his direction as if he'll shatter if you move any faster.

"Let's take a shower, okay?"

You're so gentle and kind as you say it, and it causes fresh hot tears to gather on his lash line. You know that JJ is touch starved on a good day, but moments like these are when he really needs you.

You can almost read his mind, aware that he's fighting the urge to put up his walls and shut you out.

He doesn't want to though. He wants you, he wants your sweet touches and quiet whispers as you take care of him.

He feels selfish, but he's well aware that while you're fragile as a butterfly around him, you have zero qualms about tearing through his armor like a knife through butter.

Your touch is featherlight as your hands work diligently to remove his jewelry. You start with his bracelets, carefully slipping them off his wrists before moving on.

Next, you work on his rings, delicately pulling them off and kissing the pad of each finger when you're done.

You finally get to his necklace, your breath tickling the back of his neck as you focus on unclasping it and setting it on the countertop.

He watches in the mirror as you work, feeling an inescapable amount of love weighing down his heart and mind in the best way.

You slowly turn him around to face you, your eyes meeting his to ask for permission as your hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

He hesitates before nodding, his eyes squeezing shut and lungs stopping as you glide it up his torso and over his head.

He can't stand to open them and see the look on your face. It's not that he thinks you'll be giving him a sympathetic expression, no it's not that.

It's that he knows you'll have an understanding look, completely devoid of any surprise. He hates it. He hates that you're so familiar with this that it doesn't even elicit a normal reaction anymore.

The first time it happened, you gasped and tried to conceal the tears that welled up at the sight. The second and third times you still seemed somewhat shocked, but by six months in you were desensitized.

Though Luke has never hurt you directly, he hurts you every time he sends JJ back to you in this state and he hates his father for it. Hates him for it more than he does for hitting him, for stealing from him, for neglecting him.

He shudders as your fingers ghost over the fresh bruises on his stomach and ribs, the contact leaving electricity buzzing right under the surface.

"Oh, JJ. Baby, I'm so sorry."

Your voice is barely above a whisper and he chokes down a sob. He despises everything about this.

He wants to throw up whenever you apologize as if any of this is your fault. As if you're not the one thing that single-handedly makes it better.

He keeps his eyes shut as your lips press delicate kisses to each mark. They're still fresh; swollen but not quite darkened.

You can see the faint beginnings of bruising, and you know the dark hues of black and purple will spread in the days to come.

You make a mental note to ice the injuries before continuing on with getting him undressed.

You're methodical as you go through the motions, stripping him down to nothing before removing your own clothing as well.

He steps into the water first, and you take his outstretched hand to keep your balance as you follow suit.

It's silent as the water washes over the two of you, no words need to be said. There's an unspoken understanding for times like this, and you do what you do best.

You shower him in love and affection, gently washing his body before lathering shampoo in his blonde hair.

You see the tension dissolve from his body when his shoulders drop as you massage his head, and take your time. You know he needs this.

You press sporadic kisses to his skin as you follow his routine, and he melts into you. Your lips press right between his shoulder blades, then the back of his neck, then his cheek as he turns to wrap you in his arms.

He returns the favor, washing you up lovingly and letting you rinse off. You reach to turn off the water like usual, but stop when his hand catches your wrist.

You turn back to look up at him and your heart shatters at the sight of his bloodshot eyes.

"Do you think I'm like him? Do you think if I have kids one day I'll treat them the way he treats me?"

His voice is so meek, and your heart squeezes painfully. This is new.

Usually, you spend the night drowning him in your presence and the next day, it's like nothing happened. He's never actually opened up about it, and you're taken aback.

You study his face for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond. Your hands reach up to cup his face and you force him to look you in the eyes.

"JJ, you are nothing like Luke and you never will be. You love your friends, and you've shown time and time again that you'll do anything for them. You love me in a way I never thought possible. You are the best person I have ever known, and I don't ever want to hear you speak about yourself like that again."

Your voice is kind but firm, and he sucks in a breath as you continue.

"If you have kids, they will be the luckiest little shits to ever walk the earth. I know how much love you have to give, and if how you treat me is any indication, your kids would be so loved they wouldn't even know what to do."

You finish with a searing kiss and when you pull away, his eyes are still shut in bliss. His fingers are digging into your hips, and he loosens up just enough to let you shut off the now-cold water and open the shower curtain.

"Let's get dried off and go to bed, okay?" You suggest and he doesn't answer, instead just following you into the cold air.

The two of you dry off and throw on the change of clothes that are now sitting on the counter.

You assume Sarah or Kie put them there, and remind yourself to thank them later. Once you're dressed, JJ makes his way to the guest room and you shuffle into the kitchen.

You start rummaging through the freezer to find something you can use as a compress, your hands finally landing on some frozen peas. When you shut the door, John B and Sarah are watching you with sad eyes.

You give them a small smile and John B nods knowingly. You turn to leave when the man's voice rings out.

"Hey, thank you." He says and you look at him with nothing short of confusion.

He recognizes this and takes a step forward.

"I overheard a bit when I put the clothes in there. You're really good for him, and I just want you to know how much I- we- appreciate you being there for him. He's been better since he met you."

You swallow thickly and give him a quick hug, muttering a short 'thanks'. You know he knows what you're thanking him for. Partly for the clothes, but mostly for the kind words.

He squeezes you back and you pull away, heading off to tend to your sweet boyfriend. When you step into the room he's leaning back against the headboard, his eyes fixated on the small tv that's playing some football game.

His gaze darts to you when he notices you and he gives a heart-stopping smile. You crawl up next to him and place the cold bag on the spot that looks the worst.

Your pressure is light and that's another thing that eats at him.

The fact that icing his battered body is second nature to you now makes him ill, but he still lets you do it. Part of him wonders if he should have hidden this side of his life from you, sheltered you from the grim reality.

A bigger part of him is glad he didn't. He went through this alone for so long and it's nice to have someone that loves him just the same, even after finding out the ugly truth.

He doesn't shy away from the sensation and it breaks your heart all over again.

You're painfully aware that it's because he's used to this, and you want nothing more than to take him away from all this and give him the life he so deserves.

The two of you just lay there for a while as you take care of him and he absentmindedly runs his hand through your hair.

When the bag starts to get warm, you settle down under the comforter, and JJ curls into you. His head rests on your chest and he lets the steady beat of your heart lull him to sleep.

"I love you." You whisper and JJ tangles his legs with yours.

"I love you too."

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