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This is the good stuff

Request for “We always joke that we’re siblings, but someone didn’t realize we were joking, so now we’re seeing how far we can carry this out.” with Reader & John B?

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE, A MONTH.

but here you go, anon!

It started off as a joke.

You and John B. looked hauntingly similar. You had the same brown, messy hair, the same hazel eyes, and the same face shape. The pogues often made jokes about it, always asking if you guys were separated at birth. And it was only ever that – a joke.

Until it wasn’t.

Somehow, Sarah Cameron didn’t get the memo that you guys aren’t actually related. At the time, it didn’t make sense as to why she tried so hard to get on your good side. She’d bring you snacks and always find something to talk to you about it. You had figured it was because you were Kie’s new best friend and she just wanted your approval.

But then John B. called you one night and told you Sarah actually believed you were siblings. It had caught you off guard, pulling a loud, raucous laugh past your lips. Your mom had almost killed you for it, but it was totally worth it.

It started with you practically moving into the chateau since Sarah was always around. You put baby pictures of you on the wall. Finding an old one of your family with John B.’s dad had been like hitting the jackpot. You moved things around to make it seem like there was somewhat of a woman’s touch to the place.

You then made it more believable by roping in the other pogues by bribing them with dinner and joints on the two of you. It was expensive, but totally worth it. Kie and Pope were the best at spinning stories about little y/n Routledge terrorizing her brother.

Now you’re both six months deep into John B.’s relationship with Sarah and she still hasn’t realized you guys aren’t related.

You’re sitting practically on top of JJ, his left hand resting on your hip to keep you in place. You’re not paying attention to anyone but him, listening to him try and ramble off the ingredients from the Bud Light box. You’re listening so intently, that you shriek out in surprise when Pope’s hand lands on your head, swiveling it to face him.

“Are you deaf?” he exclaims, eyes wide. His hand is still on your head, bunching your hair up. You slap his hand away, the shock melting into annoyance, a pout making its way onto your face.

“What was that for?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. You tune out JJ, who’s still trying to read a specific word. Your attention moves from Pope to Kie, who’s giggling beside him and motioning to John B. and Sarah. “What?”

“JJ’s hands have got to move,” John B. says, pointing to where JJ’s hands are. His left one is still holding onto your hip, the right one now resting on your thigh, the cardboard box tickling it.

“Okay, dad,” you say, rolling your eyes. But you don’t move, wondering how much further John B. was willing to take the protective brother route.

“I’m serious, dude, get your hands off my sister,” John B. says, voice sharper this time. You catch his eyes, almost laughing when you see the mischievous twinkle in it.

JJ turns at John B.’s words, his eyes moving from you to him slowly. He slowly moves his hand that’s on your thigh up to your other hip. “C’mon John B., we’re just chilling. Don’t be a mood killer.”

“I will kill any mood you’re in if it involves my sister, JJ,” John B. says, bringing the beer to his lips.

“Yeah, your sister,” JJ emphasizes with a snort, shaking his head. His words are slurred, a clear indicator that alcohol is inhibiting his ability to not blow your cover. His hand moves back to your thigh, his fingers tapping out a beat to some song you’re vaguely familiar with.

Your eyes move to John B., both of you sharing the same ‘oh fuck’ look.

There’s a weird pause after JJ’s words. Sarah’s eyes move from him to you, and then back. There’s a look on her face you can’t quite place. You lean back into JJ’s chest, sipping your beer slowly. You watch in mild amusement as the pieces fall into place for Sarah. She blinks rapidly, her head whipping from John B. to you a few times.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she cries out, standing quickly. “You aren’t actually related, are you?”

You burst into laughter, tipping backwards. JJ pushes you forward, his laughter filling your ears when he realizes what’s happening. “Oh, shit, my bad.”

“Nice going, dumb ass,” Kie jokes, throwing an empty can at JJ.

“Seriously, leave it to JJ,” Pope adds, shaking his head.

Sarah looks between the five of you, a dumbfounded look on her face. “You… you guys were in on it?” she shrieks, waving her hands at her sides. “What the fuck guys!”

“You’re so gullible, Sarah,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “But hey, think of it as uh… initiation?”

“Yeah, babe. Welcome to the pogues!” John B. cries in delight, wrapping her up in his arms and rocking her from side to side.

Chaos ensues as Sarah keeps shouting at everyone, a smile on her face the entire time. As you lean back into JJ, the fire warming you, you think how many others probably think you’re related to John B. because of Sarah.

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I really made this blog posted a shit tonne of angst, then left 😭✋🏻 lmao im sorry but once season 2 hits I’ll be back

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Ahaha I'm glad you enjoyed it ❤️❤️❤️

complicated - jj maybank [5~finale]

hey! this the last part of this lil series i hope you enjoyed it <3 feel free to send some requests if you want me to write anything else <3

Summary: You’re a kook and JJ doesn’t like you at all. That’s what he wants everyone to believe anyway.

Word count: +2K

Warning (s): swearing, drinking, some fluff cuz we do be needing it

taglist:  @danicarosaline​​, @yeehaw87​​, @sspidermanss​​, @tangledinsparkles​​, @teamnick​​, @p0gues4l​

[PART ONE], [PART TWO], [PART THREE], [PART FOUR]

The days after your mother’s passing dragged on slowly. You could barely register any of what happened. The funeral passed in a blur, all you remembered was crying into your father’s shoulder and Topper doing his best to comfort you while your father delivered a painful eulogy.

It had been a lovely ceremony, and in true kook fashion it was ever so slightly over the top. 

There was a huge turn out of people giving you their condolences and you were grateful for all of the concern despite how much you hated the overwhelming sympathy you were receiving. Kie and her family were there and you swore you’d never been hugged so tightly by such a small girl before in your life. Of course, the Cameron’s had shown up too, you’d never really been close with Sarah but the girl gave you a tight hug when she saw you anyway. What you definitely weren’t expecting was the look that Rafe gave you that held absolutely nothing but softness, sure you were closer with him than you were to his younger sister but you weren’t exactly BFFs. He’d given you a hug to rival Kie’s but never said anything and oddly enough it worked in its attempt to bring you some comfort.

After the ceremony the pogues waited to see you outside of the church, not going in as to avoid causing any pogue v kook drama.

Yourself and John B shared a moment of mutual understanding of how the other was feeling as you held each other tightly. When you finally took the time to glance between the group you realized everyone was there. Except JJ.

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THANK YOU IM REALLY DRUNK ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It's my birthday and I'm 18 this is wild

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It's my birthday and I'm 18 this is wild

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Me before reading, guessing what's about to happen:

When it happens:

Scrapbook | Prologue

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Summary: Coming up to your one year anniversary with JJ, you decide to make him a scrapbook of your fondest memories. When you arrive at the Chateau to hand him the gift, he gives you a present that you could never forget. 

A/N: Hi! Back again with a angsty series that @downbytheouterbanks has helped me charted. Please tell me what you think? Feedback is honestly the foundation of my blog! If you want to be on the tag list, send me an ask! Since this is the prologue, it’s not much but it’s a starting point. If you want to see more of JJ and Reader, let me know. :) 

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“JJ is going to love this. I can’t believe you have taken this many photos, this is talent with a capital t.” Sarah praised your creative skill set, flicking through the countless photographs that you captured.

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LET RUDY AND JD PLAY ROMANTIC JJPOPE YOU COWARDS 

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complicated - jj maybank [5~finale]

hey! this the last part of this lil series i hope you enjoyed it <3 feel free to send some requests if you want me to write anything else <3

Summary: You’re a kook and JJ doesn’t like you at all. That’s what he wants everyone to believe anyway.

Word count: +2K

Warning (s): swearing, drinking, some fluff cuz we do be needing it

taglist:  @danicarosaline​​, @yeehaw87​​, @sspidermanss​​, @tangledinsparkles​​, @teamnick​​, @p0gues4l​

[PART ONE], [PART TWO], [PART THREE], [PART FOUR]

The days after your mother's passing dragged on slowly. You could barely register any of what happened. The funeral passed in a blur, all you remembered was crying into your father's shoulder and Topper doing his best to comfort you while your father delivered a painful eulogy.

It had been a lovely ceremony, and in true kook fashion it was ever so slightly over the top. 

There was a huge turn out of people giving you their condolences and you were grateful for all of the concern despite how much you hated the overwhelming sympathy you were receiving. Kie and her family were there and you swore you'd never been hugged so tightly by such a small girl before in your life. Of course, the Cameron's had shown up too, you'd never really been close with Sarah but the girl gave you a tight hug when she saw you anyway. What you definitely weren't expecting was the look that Rafe gave you that held absolutely nothing but softness, sure you were closer with him than you were to his younger sister but you weren't exactly BFFs. He'd given you a hug to rival Kie's but never said anything and oddly enough it worked in its attempt to bring you some comfort.

After the ceremony the pogues waited to see you outside of the church, not going in as to avoid causing any pogue v kook drama.

Yourself and John B shared a moment of mutual understanding of how the other was feeling as you held each other tightly. When you finally took the time to glance between the group you realized everyone was there. Except JJ.

You hadn't seen the blond boy since the night you'd fallen asleep in his arms and woken up embarrassed when you realized he'd left while you slept. That was two days ago and he's been MIA ever since, he wouldn't answer your texts or calls and he was nowhere to be found. You hated that all of a sudden he was the one you needed to make you feel better and yet he was the only one who wasn't giving you the time of day. It hurt. It hurt really bad.

"Have any of you seen JJ?" You asked nervously while all the pogues shook their heads in response.

"I think he's working today." Pope offered unsurely, glancing at Kie and John B in mild panic. He didn't know what to say, they had all seen JJ at the chateau that morning when he refused to come with them to the church, claiming that he was the last person that you needed to see right now, and stupidly enough the others believed him, not knowing about the bond you'd been building together over the last few weeks. But looking at how your face fell as he answered Pope realized they'd all been played. You definitely wanted him there and the weak, "oh… okay" that you let out proved it.

None of the pogues saw you after that, you were busy going through your mother's things and the task didn't leave you with much energy to do anything other than cocoon in your bedroom. You watched the world pass by through pictures you seen posted on social media and text messages you'd gotten from concerned friends. 

Your phone chimed constantly and you simply couldn't find the energy to pretend to be fine so you opted for ignoring everyone and everything and wallowing in the comfort of your room.

Kie 🌺✨: Hey babe, are you doing okay?

Kie🌺✨: that was a stupid question sorry

Kie 🌺✨: I love you ❤️

seen.

Top 😤: come out with us today.

Top 😤: getting out of the house will make you feel better.

Top 😤: I can come over and help if you want

Top 😤: just let me know you're okay 

Top 😤: please x

seen.

Rafe C: Topper is worried 

Rafe C: and he's being a pain in the ass about it

Rafe C: you should come save me 

seen.

You felt bad for ignoring them all but you just didn't feel like interacting with the world in your current state. The only person you'd bothered to respond to in the last two days was John B, he knew what you were going through and you knew it was hard for him to be reminded of what the ordeal of losing a parent felt like. He was the easiest to talk to, he knew what to say and knew what helped and what didn't. So when your phone chimed with his message you didn't ignore it.

JB 🥰: ok I know you're definitely not gonna want to but I need you to hear me out for a sec

You: what is it

JB 🥰: boneyard kegger

JB 🥰: and before you say no you've been hauled up in kook land for almost a week and a half

You: idk I don't really feel in the party mood

JB 🥰: I know but I promise the change of scenery will make you feel better

JB 🥰: plus I think JJ is having withdrawal symptoms from not seeing you 👀

You let out a long sigh at the sight of the last message, JJ hadn't bothered to send you even one message since he'd last seen you and you found yourself growing more upset as each day passed. To be perfectly honest you couldn't figure out whether you were mad at the boy for ghosting you after promising he'd stay or at yourself for being so idiotic in thinking you could've actually had something more than a truce with him.

You: well if he didn't wanna miss me he shouldn't have ghosted me 🥴

JB 🥰: he's complicated

JB 🥰: but he does care about you

JB 🥰: just come tonight ok? I'll pick you up at 8

You: fine

You: tell ur dumbass best friend to text me

Did you seem desperate? Sure. Were you actually desperate? It was starting to feel that way yes. The confusion paired with the embarrassment you felt was eating away at you and you had to get some closure because you really didn't need this right now.

Why would he tell you he'd stay? Why would he hold you like you were his top priority and then just dip? Why would he take the time to look after you when you were at your absolute worst and then leave and pretend like you were a stranger that he'd never met? None of it made any sense.

And more pressingly why did you let all of that happen? Why did you put yourself out there to someone who, up until a month ago, treated you like you were the scum of the Earth? Why had you been so sure that he cared? That he'd stay? All you knew was that JJ Maybank had seen you when you were in shambles and then snuck away and the embarrassment of that made your stomach churn with anxiety, nobody had ever seen you in that state, even at the funeral you hadn't shown as much emotion as you had that night. But now JJ had. He knew a part of you that nobody else did. He saw that part of you and maybe it scared him, you thought. Maybe-

Your thoughts were cut off by your phone chiming yet again. Despite having been manifesting the text from the blond boy, your stomach still dropped as you watched his message pop up on your lock screen.

JJ: hey princess

It was so simple and yet you sat there confused. "Hey"? That's all you got? After almost two weeks of radio silence all you were getting was "hey"?

You: hey

JJ: how've you been?

Was this guy for real? How've you been?

You: take a wild guess

JJ: right. sorry.

JJ: John B said you were coming to the party tonight…

You: yeah are you?

JJ: yeah

You: cool

The conversation died there and you weren't sure if it had made any difference in how you were feeling. It was criminally underwhelming. It almost upset you more. This is who you showed your vulnerability to? 'How've you been' guy? Not even Topper was that tone deaf.

It was 7:15 when you realized you should stop reeling over the driest text conversation you'd ever had and start getting ready for the party. You weren't bothered with looking hot tonight, all you wanted to do was show your face for John B, reassure Kie you were all good and then get the hell out of there. 

You threw on a pair of denim shorts and an oversized hoodie that you probably stole from either your dad or Topper, you weren't really sure where it came from but it was comfy and that was all that mattered to you.

Not long after you'd finished getting ready John B pulled up to your house with the mini van and took you to the party.

The ride to the boneyard was filled with comfortable silence as the sound of the radio flowed through the speakers.

At the party you found yourself squished between Kiara and Pope on one of the many logs on the beach. As reluctant as you had been to come to the party in the first place, you had to admit as you sipped on your sixth cup of beer of the night, you were feeling better.

JJ hadn't said a thing to you all night, he hadn't even been able to meet your eyes when you walked in with John B, he never hugged you hello like Kie, Pope and even Sarah Cameron, who was somehow now one of the pogues, had done. 

You tried your best to ignore him and beer after beer it started to get easier. His gaze burned into the side of your head as you giggled with Kie and Pope but anytime you spared him a glance of your own it was as if he'd never been looking in the first place.

"Alright. More beer." Kie declared, grabbing the empty cup from your hand, "I'm gonna fill you up." She declared planting a sloppy, drunken kiss to your cheek before lifting herself off the log and walking towards the keg.

The sound of someone clearing their throat sounded from beside you and you immediately whipped your head happily to the spot beside you, expecting to see Kie with your drink. Your happy demeanor faded when you noticed the blond surfer boy looking at you intently. 

"Hey." His voice was slightly slurred, he was buzzed and so were you so you had a feeling that this conversation was going to be interesting. Whether that was going to be a good interesting or a bad interesting, you weren't sure.

You turned your body towards him quickly, drunk brain craving his attention while simultaneously not wanting it at all.

"Hi." You replied dryly. "If you ask me how I am I'm going to punch you in the throat." You added threateningly, haunted by his earlier text message.

JJ nodded his head in understanding of your comment, "Yeah that was lame. I didn't know what else to say."

You scoffed and raised an eyebrow, "Well-" you drew out the word drunkenly, leaning close to him and he could feel your breath fanning over his face, "what you could've said was, 'hey Y/n sorry that your mom died and that I told you I was going to be there for you but then dipped because I don't want anybody to know that I care about you not even you because I'm a huge asshole.' you could've said that." You ranted out, dropping your voice low and imitating his as you slurred.

The boy beside you let out a giant sigh, his eyes widening like he was a sad puppy as he placed both of his hands on your knees, "I am a huge asshole." He confirmed and you nodded. 

"I thought you'd be better off on your own." He told you desperately, his hands moving from your knees to your hands and holding them tightly.

"I'm always on my own. I needed you." You confessed sadly, attempting to pull your hands away only for him to tighten his grip.

His face was filled with remorse and his blue eyes were glassy, "I wanted to be there. I really wanted to be there for you but- you-" he let out a frantic sigh, beginning to get worked up, "you were always so strong and all I ever do is screw shit up and make problems! I didn't want to do that with you… you're better off without me."

"Bullshit!" Your voice was scratchy as he finished. "Nobody has ever seen me break down like you have! I trusted you! And you didn't wanna screw up but you did, JJ!" 

"I know-" You cut him off.

"No JJ you don't know! I let you in and then you just dropped off the face of the Earth! And maybe it's my fault, but you never even gave me a reason, I just had to deal with it." You finally managed to pull your hands from his grip and you looked him in the eyes, your own filled with tears.

"If you still hated me you should've just told me that. No need to go so hard." You muttered brokenly, standing from your spot and walking away before he could see your tears start to fall, you'd rather die than have to cry in front of him again.

"Y/n! Y/n please wait!" His voice called from behind you and before you knew it his hand was on your waist, turning you to face him.

In your attempt to avoid his gaze you noticed you'd made your way all the way up the beach and away from the party. You stared off into the ocean stubbornly, you didn't want to face him with the tears sliding down your cheeks.

"Princess please." He murmured, palm gently finding your cheek when your eyes finally met his. You couldn't explain the pang you felt in your chest when you noticed his red eyes and wet face.

"I fucked up. I fucked up real bad okay, I know. But I'm not going to leave you alone until I know that you know that I care about you!" He exclaimed again, frantically, his hand leaving your waist so both of his hands were on your cheeks.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, JJ. It's okay. Truce is off, you can go back to hating me." JJ's eyebrows furrowed and he felt his heart physically crack, you were absolutely right, he didn't have to pretend anymore.

He didn't have to pretend that he wasn't stupidly into you. He didn't have to pretend that him ignoring you was better than just letting himself be with you. So he decided no more pretending.

"I never hated you." He told you, his mind flashing back to the first night you'd snapped at him.

His eyes were boring into yours, glistening in the moonlight as he got everything off his chest.

"You never acted like the other kooks and it confused me and I didn't trust it at first. But fuck as soon as you started hanging around with Kie and the pogues I knew I was screwed." He explained, his thumb brushing under your eyes, wiping away tears that were falling.

"You're this crazy gorgeous, fun, sweet girl and I didn't want to get caught up by you okay? But I did." He finished softly, trying not to smile at the confused look on your face.

"I don't get it." You told him, sniffling.

The boy cradling your face swallowed nervously, "You have me wrapped around your finger, princess. But I'm okay with that."

"And before you say anything… I wasn't there for you but I want to be from now on. No more being complicated." 

Your eyes searched his face, the anger you felt towards him slipping away as you felt yourself begin to sober up, his hands on your face warming you up while the temperature dropped.

"I want you." JJ clarified with a soft voice, hands slipping down your cheeks to finally hold your hips and you almost shivered at the loss of warmth on your cheeks.

Without thinking too much about it you snaked your arms around the boy's shoulders and pulled him down to be closer to you, his nose bumping yours as you whispered, "You're an idiot."

He let out a laugh and looked down at the sand bashfully before looking at you through his eyelashes, "Yeah I am."

"You're the idiot I want though." You told him with a small smile. Pulling him closer as his smile grew huge.

Within a second his lips were on yours, moving softly as you kissed back, he tasted like beer and you knew you did too but it didn't matter in the moment.

"You're still an asshole." You muttered against his lips, not bothering to detach yourself from him just yet.

"Your asshole now, princess."

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complicated [4] - jj maybank

jesus this part is really depressing, i defo didn’t need to go this hard but having said that i could’ve gone harder 😌✌✨ i hope you like this, let me know what you think feedback is really appreciated!!! ❤

Summary: You’re a kook and JJ doesn’t like you at all. That’s what he wants everyone to believe anyway.

Word count: +2K

Warning (s): heavy topic of death bros, very angsty

taglist(open):  @danicarosaline​, @yeehaw87​, @sspidermanss​, @tangledinsparkles​, @teamnick​, @p0gues4l​

[PART ONE], [PART TWO], [PART THREE]

(gif isn’t mine!!)

The buzzing of your phone against the wood of your nightstand woke you up from your slumber, it was nearing on 3am and you couldn’t figure out who’d be trying to call you at that time of night as you reached for the phone on your nightstand, the brightness of the screen hurting your eyes and causing you to squint and blindly press the answer icon before holding the piece of metal to your ear.

“Hello?” You croaked out while flipping your bedside lamp on.

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Oh my God im- 😭😭😭😭 please add me to the taglist

I lost a friend

Law of acceptance- I lost  A friend p1.

Not my gif^

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- mentions of panic attacks, swearing, overall angst

JJ Maybank x Routledge reader!

Ever since John B and Sarah disappeared In the storm, things haven’t been the same for the pogues. They’d still hangout every day and hope that the pair would give some sort of sign or clues that they were still alive, but amongst all the drama circulating with ward and the young teens, things started to fall apart quite easily. It was like a disaster waiting to happen.  

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probably an obx unpopular opinion: i ship kiara and pope more than jj and kiara. just give jj the dog and leave him be for us.

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This is the sweetest thing ever im-

Can you do 20 from the kiss prompt list with jjxreader please?? Thank you!!

send me a request from this list! 

20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. 

“JJ, seriously, you have to go,” you whisper, pulling away from the boy in front of you. “I don’t want you to get fired.” 

JJ scoffs, and says, “Trust me, baby, I’m not going to get fired. They love me here!” 

You roll your eyes with a laugh and duck under his arms that were trapping you against the wall of the hotel stairwell. JJ sighs, hanging his head back and you grab his arm to spin him around to face you. Holding both his hands in yours, you give them a tight squeeze and say, “You might if you don’t return to your shift. Now go, I’ll see you later.” You place one last kiss on his lips. When you pull away, JJ leans forward, trying to chase your lips. “Go,” you whisper, lightly pushing his shoulder with a small smile. 

With a pout, he walks down the stairs. His footsteps are heavy and echo through the stairwell. Suddenly he stops, causing your face to screw up in confusion. He turns around and swiftly makes his way up the steps and says, “Just one more.” 

You give him a questioning look before he stops two steps away from where you were standing. He grabs your hands and places them on his shoulders before he leans up and presses a passionate kiss against your lips. The height difference makes you smile, though it felt weird to be the one to be leaning down in the kiss rather than looking up. This time, you reluctantly pull away, admiring the boy. You brush some of the hair that was in his face away and rest your hand against his cheek. “Alright, that was the last one. Now go!” 

JJ gives you a mock salute and sharply turns around making his way down the stairs. 

You turn to leave after seeing him turn the corner when you hear a faint, “I love you!” echo from below. 

With a laugh, you lean over the railing and exclaim, “I love you too!” 

“I love you more!” 

“JJ! Go back to work!”

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complicated [4] - jj maybank

jesus this part is really depressing, i defo didn’t need to go this hard but having said that i could’ve gone harder 😌✌✨ i hope you like this, let me know what you think feedback is really appreciated!!! ❤

Summary: You’re a kook and JJ doesn’t like you at all. That’s what he wants everyone to believe anyway.

Word count: +2K

Warning (s): heavy topic of death bros, very angsty

taglist(open):  @danicarosaline​, @yeehaw87​, @sspidermanss​, @tangledinsparkles​, @teamnick​, @p0gues4l​

[PART ONE], [PART TWO], [PART THREE]

(gif isn’t mine!!)

The buzzing of your phone against the wood of your nightstand woke you up from your slumber, it was nearing on 3am and you couldn't figure out who'd be trying to call you at that time of night as you reached for the phone on your nightstand, the brightness of the screen hurting your eyes and causing you to squint and blindly press the answer icon before holding the piece of metal to your ear.

"Hello?" You croaked out while flipping your bedside lamp on.

At the sound of the voice ringing through from the other line, your stomach dropped as you immediately recognized the voice to be your father's and when the time of the call finally registered with you, your stomach dropped, "Hey, baby."

His voice was broken and even more croaky than yours, although you doubted the roughness of his voice was caused by being woken up unexpectedly.

"Dad? What's wrong?" Silence was thick between you and your dad took his time gathering what he was about to say to you.

Nervously, you peeled away your covers and crawled from the comfort of your bed, pacing the length of your room back and forth and waited anxiously for your dad to stop sighing and clearing his throat and tell you why he was calling you at 2:54am on a Wednesday night.

"It's your mom. She's not feeling so great tonight." The statement didn't sit well with you, he never called you this late to discuss your mom's condition and he always tried his very best not to worry you with it. Something about the timing and the tone of his voice, the delivery of the news let you know that it was far heavier than usual.

Before you could respond he spoke again, "She wants to talk to you for a bit… would you be up for that?" His voice was still croaky but it held a softness to it now, he asked the question gently and cautiously, it wasn't really a question- he needed you to agree. 

"Right now?" You swallowed thickly, breath becoming slightly panicked as your pacing continued.

"Yeah, baby. Right now." Worry filled you at his confirmation, you felt your stomach drop through the floor. Their was absolutely no doubt in your mind that you were about to get bad news, you were about to get served possibly the worst news of your life at 3am- over the phone, no less and you were going to have to handle it the way you were forced to handle everything else in your life since you were thirteen, alone. That thought filled you with dread and panic that shook you to your very core.

"Ok. You can put her on." You told your dad shakily. In an attempt to quell your ever growing nerves you shuffled out of your room, pattering towards the kitchen to make yourself some tea and hopefully calm yourself down while your dad muttered about how much he and your mom missed you and how she was really looking forward to seeing you soon before actually putting her on the phone.

By then your tea was ready and you were sat on a stool by the kitchen island, setting your phone down on the counter after putting it on speaker.

When her voice finally cracked through the phone, you let her speak and for a while everything was normal, she asked how you were doing first, then inquired about how your love life was going and laughed when you told her that there was nothing to tell. 

About forty minutes passed of general conversation, your mother asked you question after question about what you'd been up to since the last time you'd spoken on the phone almost a week ago, with every question her voice grew smaller and with every answer you gave yours grew shakier.

"Alright my lovely, I've gotta go now." She told you sweetly, her own voice sounding as though it was about to break into a thousand pieces.

"Right now?" The words you echoed from earlier were now leaving your mouth with a whimper.

She giggled lovingly and you could picture her shaking her head at you in amusement, you always did this when her nurses told you that visiting hours were over and you'd need to be leaving, "It'll be a little while, but I've got some things to talk to your dad about, okay lovely?" 

She never outwardly told you what "it" was, but you knew and you also knew that neither of you were going to be able to get the words out. It didn't need to be said. In all honesty, you didn't want it to be.

When you didn't say anything your mother let out a small sigh, "Your dad is going to call you in a little while okay… you try and rest until then. I love you."

"I love you too." Tears were falling down your cheeks and you could feel your throat closing up.

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JJ wasn't sure why he had decided to go wandering threw figure 8 at nearly 5am, he had gotten into it with his father earlier that night and needed to get out of the house.

He opted to stay clear of the chateau knowing that John B and Sarah were having a date night and the boy really didn't want to walk in on that. 

The blond boy had wandered the beach for a few hours, collecting his thoughts before his feet were carrying him in the direction of your place.

If he was to be honest, he remembered your little chat from the last party, the memories of sitting on your kitchen island smiling and laughing with you flashed through his mind more often than he cared to admit and he found himself craving having that closeness with you again.

Bruises littered his body but it was nothing that you'd be able to see through his shirt, nothing other than his busted lip but he'd make up an excuse for that if he needed to.

Soon enough he found himself in front of your door, pulling out his phone and shooting you a text.

JJ: Are u still awake? JJ: I'm outside. You: yeah. Hold on.

You came to your front door a lot sooner than JJ had expected, opening it slowly and revealing your puffy face and red nose.

The boy didn't know what to do. You looked absolutely destroyed. His eyebrows came to a furrow and he took a cautionary step toward you, "What's wrong?"

Before he could even blink your lip was quivering and a sob tried it's very best to break through your tight lips and his eyes widened at the reaction.

He quickly ushered you away from your doorway and into the house, shutting the door gently before turning back to you and coming right up to you while you refused to meet his eyes. JJ leaned his head down slightly to get you to look at him and when you did he almost wished that you didn't.

Your eyes were puffier than he'd ever seen them and they were filled to the brim with tears, despite the fact that many were already sliding down your face and neck. He held both of your forearms and maintained eye contact with you when he pressed the question again, more gently this time.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" You swallowed thickly, and choked out an answer with labored breath, "Um, my mom she's-" JJ's stomach dropped as you choked on your words and began to breathe rapidly and he swore you were about to have a panic attack.

"Breathe, princess, breath." JJ instructed gently, his hands moving from your forearms to cup your cheeks to stop you from shaking your head frantically, his blue eyes seemed to be the only things you could see when you finally settled on looking at the boy in front of you, "Look at me, breathe with me okay?" 

JJ took a deep breath in through his nose and you copied his action, releasing the air through your mouth as he did and repeating until you'd finally regained your ability to breathe like normal.

"What happened with your mom, princess?" His voice was so gentle and you weren't sure why JJ Maybank being soft with you almost made you want to crack on the spot and melt into a puddle of tears.

"I'm waiting for a call," you took a deep breath again, gripping JJ's wrists that were on your cheeks to make sure he wouldn't disappear, "My mom… she, um, she called me earlier to say goodbye. I'm waiting for a call from dad."

"Shit, Y/n." Was all he muttered before pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around your shoulders letting you crumble into him.

"Have you been awake all night?" When he felt you nod against his shoulder, tears soaking through his t-shirt he sighed and tightened his grip around your shoulders when your own arms squeezed his torso.

He removed one arm from your shoulder and turned you towards your marble staircase walking you towards the steps slowly, "Let's go lay down for a while, okay?" 

Nodding numbly you walked up the stairs with JJ, still holding onto him for dear life, he was here now when previously you had nobody, you didn't know if you'd be able to handle it if he left so you held on as tightly as you could but he didn't mind. You couldn’t be alone.

When you reached your room JJ led you over to the side of your queen sized bed that was unmade and guided you back into it, chuckling as your eyes immediately began to droop.

"I know this is probably, like, totally against the rules of everything you stand for… but could you stay?" You pleaded sleepily, gripping his wrist again. 

JJ gave you a look that practically screamed "duh" before he kicked his shoes off and crawled into your bed beside you, keeping a little bit of distance before you plopped your head down on his chest, arms returning to their spot around his torso.

The boy let out a sigh and let his arms snake around your shoulders again, he hated seeing you this way, it was so unfamiliar yet he could feel the hurt radiating off of your body.

He couldn't lie though, he loved the position you both found yourselves in, tangled up together in each other's arms. He just wished it was happening under better circumstances.

"So what happened to your lip?" You slurred tiredly against him, moving your head from his chest into the crook of his neck, you noticed the bruises peeking up from under the collar of his t-shirt but you didn't say anything.

JJ responded by burrowing further into your sheets, shoving his nose into your hair, "Don't worry about it, princess. Was just a dust up."

You nodded, accepting the answer, not entirely believing it but you moved on, removing your head from his neck to look up at him.

"I'm really glad you were creeping around my house at five in the morning." You told him, a small portion of your voice teasing but he could tell you were genuine.

The boy nodded and his expression softened, "How come you didn't call me? Well actually I get why you wouldn't call me but why didn't you call someone?" 

"I didn't wanna upset anyone. I was gonna call someone once I actually got the call." You confessed, familiar dread returning as you imagined the call coming in.

JJ's arms were secure around you and you couldn't help but relax back into him when he tugged you a little bit closer, "Well I'm here now so guess you'll just have to make your peace with it because I'm not leaving." He told you assertively causing you to give him a weak laugh, placing you face back into the side of the boy's neck.

"Thank you, JJ." 

"Course, princess."

He’d meant what he said about not leaving you, he really had but when you fell asleep at 6:45 and your father slinked in through the door of your bedroom at  9am with a grim and broken expression he thought it best to let you have a talk with your father by yourself. 

“How is she?” the older man asked JJ once he’d managed to detangle himself from you without waking you and got out from your bed to face your dad.

JJ ran a hand threw his hair and shook his head sadly, “She’s not great, sir. Only fell asleep about an hour and a half ago...”

He watched as your father heaved out a heavy sigh, clapping a hand on JJ’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze, “Thanks for being here. You’re Maybank’s boy, right?” The blonde boy nodded his head, almost shamefully, “Yes, sir. I’m JJ.”

Your father gave his shoulder one last squeeze before guiding JJ in the direction of your bedroom door, “I’ll have her call you later, kid. Get some rest.”

JJ looked between your sleeping form and your father apprehensively, he didn’t feel great about leaving you when he said he would stay but he figured with your father there you’d be fine.

He couldn’t quite place why his chest burned with pain as he let himself out of your house, his mind settling on the fact that he was probably the last person you’d want to comfort you at a time like this anyways. His mind told him that maybe what you actually needed was distance from him. Why would you want his comfort? 

He’d convinced himself that the only reason you’d been so cuddly with him last night was driven by your shocked state and panic that the situation had caused you, JJ was full sure that in that moment you’d have accepted anyone. 

And maybe he should’ve just taken your phone and texted Topper to go and look after you, but he chose to stay and watch over you as if you were his to protect but in the light of day, as the sun had risen, he realized that you weren’t and you wouldn’t be, because he was JJ Maybank, a pogue who belonged to the cut and would never amount to anything and you were Y/n L/n, a kook princess who had every advantage she needed to conquer the world.

You didn’t need someone like him to look after you when you got hurt, he told himself.

You were strong and fiercely independent, you didn’t need anyone and JJ settled on the fact that you’d be absolutely fine without him. He didn’t realize how far from the truth that was.

part 5

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Next part should be up tonight and fair warning it's a sad one 😖

complicated [3] - jj maybank

part 3!! sorry it took so long i’ve been really busy because we’re in the process of selling our house and there has been so many viewings so i’ve been non stop cleaning for the last week 😢 let me know what you think of this part!!!

summary: you’re a kook and JJ doesn’t like you at all. That’s what he wants everybody to believe anyway.

word count: +2k

warning(s): swearing, angst if you squint, drinking

taglist (open):  @danicarosaline​, @yeehaw87​, @sspidermanss​, @tangledinsparkles​, @teamnick​ , @p0gues4l (sorry my taglist cut you off and I didn’t realize!!)

PART ONE - PART TWO

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We gotta keep it low key.

JJ’s words rang through your head as you sat surrounded by kooks at yet another boneyard kegger.

Truth be told, the group that surrounded you were making you feel miserable, you hadn’t managed to spot any of your pogue friends in the thick crowd when you arrived at the party so you were stuck with Topper, Kelce and Rafe who were at the party for no other reason than to cause trouble.

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Oh my gooooooooood

Dude this is so fucking good I'm-

The Edge of Tonight

description: in which, your one true soulmate is somewhere in the world, but the odds of finding them are slim. you live in a world where it’s possible to have more than one soulmate to fill that void. when you look into their eyes for the first time, you get a glimpse of the world you’re stepping into. 

pairings: pope x reader, slight rafe x reader (not romanticized)

warnings: angst, sadness 

a/n: HERE WE GO. this took me three days and four tries and i’m still kind on the fence abt it. pope is my baby and i hope i did this justice. be prepared to shed a tiny tear. let me know what you think!

word count: 8k+

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tag yourself i’m pope francis i

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Your three most recent emojis are your main personality traits