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zketylers · 13 days ago
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Josh Hartnett as Lucas Reyes in "Fight or Flight" (2025) — (6/6)
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
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gotskamstuff · 2 months ago
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✨ I CAN RUN BUT I CAN’T HIDE (from my family line) ✨
Ao3 link
Many times JJ found himself in situations that brought him to intense emotions, overwhelmed and feeling like crawling out of his own skin, but he genuinely thought that nothing could ever compare to what he was feeling in that precise moment, never had he felt so disoriented.
“Nah no no no. Nah. You- Fuck this, you’re fucking with me!” he frantically spat out while turning around and once again nervously starting to pace around.
A noise came out of his mouth that he intended to be a scoff or some semblance of a bitter laugh, in reality it was an unconscious broken sob.
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Accidentally took part into @obxtober while writing this fic which I noticed perfectly falls under the prompts: 4b speculations/protective/parental complications✨
Picking up the story right where we left it with JJ dealing with this life shuttering revelation, breaking the news to everyone and learning how to accept it thanks to Kiara’s help…while also dealing with some complications.
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niobe-loreley · 2 years ago
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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {iv}
midnight snack, anyone?
(see author's notes far below)
disclaimer: pictures are NOT MINE, but the edited version of it is- mainly for the fic. still, credits to the rightful owners and to canva + weheartit. addtionally, i am not a subic/zambales native so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.
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Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Fem!Reader
warnings: moderate swear words. slow burn. fluff. comedy. trust issues. culture shock. check word count.
CHAPTER SELECTION is in the✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 3 - previous chapter, check the link in the masterlist Chapter 4 - this is it [next chapter link will be posted below for suspense & convenience hehe]
words: 5.2k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Claire *Kurt = Court *cover names / reader doesn't know (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)
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“Binabasa mo pa rin ‘yan?” You’re still reading that?
You look up from reading Aurora Rising. “Um, what you sayyy?” you intone, “This is my 2nd time.”
Muro is shocked.
“Yeah, 12 hours lang sa’kin ito.” Yeah, this is just 12 hours for me.
Muro is aghast.
“Wala pa kase book 2 at 3 sa NBS. Baka umorder na lang ako online.” you shrug, continuing to read.
There’s still no book 2 and 3 at NBS. Maybe I’ll just order online.
“Hold up, that’s like a thick-ass book. Goblet of Fire kind of thick— or thicker!” Muro exclaims, “Like Mindy’s ass and thighs! And you’re telling me that you can read it in 12 hours?”
“Less than 12 hours if I don’t have anything to do.”
“Halimaw ka.” You’re a monster.
You beam. “Thanks! And you’re a pervert!”
You purchased this book before you bought the baking supplies last week. But you only got to read it on the weekend. You’ve only reached the middle of the story since you had a full shift on Saturday, that’s why Muro thought you hadn't finished reading it.
Today is a slow Friday, unlike last week, though the afternoon was jam-packed. The first customers for this evening are still the latest, they just left and there hasn’t been new ones for 15 minutes now. You wait for another 15 minutes before you take one of the extensive booths and sprawl there while reading. You’re the fan-favorite worker in this cafe, and dare say, the most hard-working; you can do whatever you like unless the boss says otherwise.
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“Kyaaaaaaa!” you instinctively let out a giddy, highschool girl scream. Sitting up, you plunge your face in the book and feel the warmth of your skin flowing into the pages. You retract yourself and flip one page back. “Wait, wait— WAIT! Rewind! I wanna read this part again for the first time!”
You stop laughing when you feel eyes on you. There’s Muro, facepalming behind the counter, but someone else is—
“What’cha reading there, (N/N)?” Claire grins as she stands with her dad by the door.
You look between her and Court, who is more baffled than amused at you. Your face heats again, this time due to embarrassment, and you compose yourself. Placing the bookmark in the book, you close it and stand up. “Miss Kiara, Mr. Kurt!” you exclaim, clearing your throat when you hear it become high-pitched. “Welcome once again to our humble cafe.”
“What’s with the miss?” Claire asks, snorting.
“Yeah, just Kurt is fine,” says Court.
You flush. “Sorry.”
You gesture for them to come in, grabbing your book, you’re about to head for the refill station when Claire calls you and asks to borrow the book. You hand it to her before you stride away to get some water and glasses. They take the booth near the counter again.
“Looks interesting,” Claire says, flipping from the back to the front of the book.
“It very is.” you nod as you pour their glasses with water.
She hands the book to you. “Can I borrow it when you finish?”
“I’ve already finished it. This is my 2nd re-read.”
“Really?!”
“Really!”
“How long did you read it for?”
“Twelve hours,” you simper.
Claire’s jaw drops.
You stifle a laugh. “By the way, I have TFIOS and Paper Towns in my locker. Would you like to have them now?”
“Yes, please!” she vigorously nods.
“Okay.. I’ll go prepare the brown rice first— unless you’re not having a rice meal?”
“I’ll be having a rice meal!”
You make eye contact with Court, breaking it immediately when you swivel away. He seems passive, though he usually is, but passive in a way he won’t bark at you for interacting with his daughter.
When you come back from the kitchen, Muro is already printing the receipt of their orders. Court watches as you hand Claire the two books and then scan the screen. You try to ignore his gaze, and you internally scold yourself that there's nothing to it.
"Okinawa milk tea with pearls?" you ask, regarding Claire.
Court raises his hand. "That's mine."
You're astounded.
"Don't look too shocked," he says as though you punched him.
"Hurt, dad?" Claire sneers at him.
"Wounded.."
She giggles and turns to you. "Mine's the chocomalt with cream cheese and nata de coco—" she glances at Muro, "Tama po ba iyon?"
"Yes, yes! Tama!" Muro gives her a double thumbs-up.
"He says it's healthier than tapioca pearls."
"The peace juice with chia seeds is much healthier," you frown at your co-worker.
"I wanted the chocomalt, (N/N)." says Claire.
"Fine.. as long as this is your first and last milk tea for this week."
"It is and will be."
"You'll order healthier drinks next time."
She salutes with a laugh. "Yes, ma'am!" and loops her arm around Court's as they walk back to their booth.
"Nanay ka, ghorl?" Muro whispers to you, working on the okinawa while you prepare the chocomalt.
You a mother, girl?
"Ano?" What?
He rolls his eyes. "Dude, you're overprotective of her."
I roll my eyes back at him. "Gago, malamang.. she has a heart condition." Idiot, of course..
Muro heaves a brow at you.
"It's not that she can't drink milk tea, but she can't always have them."
"Obviously— pero hindi iyon kung bakit kita tinitignan ng ganito."
But that's not why I'm looking at you like this.
"Then, what?" you snap.
"Seryoso?" he groans. Seriously?
"Ano ba kase 'yon?!" What is it?!
"Wala, bobo ka!" Nothing, you're a moron!
You swing your leg out, kicking him in the shin, and you evade his counterattack with a laugh. You notice Claire jogging from the game shelves after she picks up the Pop-Up Pirate box and UNO Flip. On the outside, she looks so healthy, but on the inside, her physiology has failed her. What a shitty cardiovascular system. Because of it, she looks so thin— she needs to be plump, like most girls her age!
You resist the urge to slap yourself with the blender. Is it bad to worry about a teenage girl whom you hardly know?
The funky, chill beat of Ilaw Sa Daan by IV Of Spades swarms the cafe when you and Muro finish up the drinks. Just then, Mindy pokes out of the kitchen and asks for either of your help. Muro volunteers immediately, disappearing through the swinging doors like a Looney Tune, which leaves you to serve the customers’ drinks.
“One okinawa milk tea with tapioca pearls,” you announce and place the drink near Court, who murmurs a thanks. You then reach over to deposit Claire’s drink further in the table since she’s currently trying to poke a toy sword through the tiny barrel. “And one chocomalt with cream cheese and nata de coco.”
“Thanks, (N/N)— woah!” Claire jumps when the pirate pops out of the barrel.
Your arm moves on its own. Just as the pirate soars to its highest peak, you catch it in your hand. But that’s not the reason why your eyes are wider than UFO saucers right now. It’s because Court made a grab for the miniature pirate as well, except he grabbed your hand instead.
Claire clamps a hand over her open mouth, suppressing a laugh, and looks from you to Court while the two of you stare at each other in astonishment.
The thin shadow from his cap is vanquished by the pendant lights overhead. Instinctively, you scan his face; this is the first time you’ve seen it clear as day. He always has his cap tucked down, and whenever he does look at you, he’s only peering and somehow keeping his face obscured. Despite the evidence of having a hard-lived life etched in his face, the surprise he feels from touching you softens him.
You follow the way his small brows are quirked up. You think of how his sharp nose looks as tough as he is. His eyes remind you of almonds, and you notice one of them is minimally crooked yet his gaze remains somewhat attractive. His neatly trimmed goatee tempts you to trace it as long as your fingers end up on his thin lips—
You recoil with shame tainted cheeks, but you can’t fully step away with your hand still clutched in his. You look at your hand, which appears smaller wrapped in his own, and you feel his callouses against your knuckles.
“Sorry,” he says and releases his grip, averting his gaze.
“It’s fine,” you stammer, gently putting the toy down on the table, you scratch behind your ear. “Looks like I have faster reflexes this week.”
Court looks back at you, and you can see the memory streaking through his eyes. “Yeah.. yeah, you beat me to it.” he replies with a chuckle.
“Slowpoke," you playfully say.
He scoffs. “Whatever you say, Clifford.”
You act as though your face temperature hasn’t gone from low heat to high.
“Clifford?” Claire asks puzzledly.
“The Big Red Dog.” you and Court chorus, exchanging looks.
She blinks in recognition. “Oh, the movie from last year? Haven’t watched it.”
“Yeah, it was also a cartoon from the early 2000s.” you add.
“Based on the books that started in 1963.” Court says in a chirping manner, as though it’s a competition now on who has the most knowledgeable references.
“Hey, (N/N), wanna play?” Claire begins plucking out the toy swords from the barrel.
You glance over to the counter. “Oh, I can’t.. Muro’s in the kitchen, so I’m holding the fort.”
“Why not hold the fort while playing?”
Court opens his mouth and immediately closes it. “Kiara,” he says with a pointed look.
“T’was just a suggestion, dad.” she retorts, drawling.
“I’ll be by the counter if you two need anything.” you chime in and shortly wave, strolling away.
‘Is it just me or is there something off with the way they call each other?’ you shake your head, ‘Nah..’
You recall their first-time at the cafe—
“Man, Six, you're such a downer!"
"Shush. You can try the other condiments some other time, Claire."
Are they hiding something? Or are you just in over your head?
You snap out of your thoughts when you catch the swinging doors in your peripheral vision. Muro is peeking out. He informs you that the food will be ready in less than ten minutes before he slips back in the kitchen. You peer over the counter, watching the father-daughter duo play a game of anxiety and chance, you decide to not interfere until you’re serving their dinner.
Boundaries— you mentally repeat the word like a mantra. Until your brain starts singing along with Disturbia thumping out the speakers.
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“Thank you, come again!” you beam at the father-daughter duo.
Claire smiles. “You didn’t have to open the door for us.”
“It’s my pleasure, sweetie.” you reply, winking.
“Thanks.” Court gives a polite nod as he sidles past you.
“I’ll try to give these back next week!” Claire waves up the paper bag containing Paper Towns and TFIOS.
“Take your time!”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t spill anything on it.” says Court.
She frowns. “Hey!”
You laugh, partly stepping out of the door. “Safe driving!”
“Good night, (N/N)!”
“Good— huh? HOY!”
Court and Claire flinch at your abrupt bellow. Just as they stop to turn back to you, you’re already hurtling past them.
“BIKE KO ‘YAN, GAGO!” you shout at the guy, who just managed to bypass the lock of your bicycle. Your moped is in repair today, that’s why you opted for a bike— which is a gift from Mr. Nik’s, your landlord. “Tanginamo ka! Bumalik ka rito!”
That’s my bike, gago! — You fucking bitch! Get back here!
The guy is already on your bike, pedaling away like you’re about to shoot a javelin up his ass— because you look like you want to. Unfortunately, but lucky for him, you’re not a professional javelin thrower nor do you have anything similar to throw. 
However, you’re fortunate with above average physicality.
“Your ass is mine!” you huff like that White Chick, zooming up to five feet behind the thief. Your eyes have adjusted to his stature and you wonder if he’s a teen.
He glances over his shoulder, eyes bulging out in shock, and you hear him cussing as he faces forward. “Yeah, that’s right— puta talaga!” you shout, steadying your breathing.
The bicycle thief veers left off the curb and darts across the road. You look both ways before you hurtle after him. “Titigil ka o isosobsob ko yang mukha mo sa aspalto?!” you roar like a Filipino mother.
People around the street look at the commotion you’re making, especially when you take out your phone and turn on the flashlight. The street is a bit dark, incoming vehicles may not see you.
“Hoy, wag kayo mag-laro, gabi na.” someone drawls from the street. Hey, stop playing, it’s night already.
You whip to them with a glare. “Tatlumpu't tatlo na ako at ninakaw niya bike ko, bitch!” and you swear once more when the thief swerves in to Tappan Park
I’m 33 and he stole my bike, bitch!
You follow after him, pointing the flashlight to the ground to see any obstacles. The lampposts around the park are a bit dim, you’ll make sure to complain to the groundskeeper later.
Fire begins to infiltrate your lungs, and embers from the growing devastation float down to your legs, combusting your muscles. Your steady breathing feels rough and scorching whenever it blows out of your lips. It’s been a while since you ran with all your might. Sure, you’re exercising an hour per day and working six days a week, but it still hits differently when you abruptly take off.
Blame adrenaline.
“HOY!” you yell as the distance between you and the bike increases.
The thief pedals out of the park, but before he can continue on the road— a flash of shadow appears into the light, grabs the back of his clothes, and hauls him off the bike. He yelps as he’s thrown onto the curb, while his assailant stops the bike from falling and immediately boots the kickstand down.
“Kurt?” you puzzledly say as you rest to a stop near the thief.
Court slowly breathes out, turning around to face you, he pats the top of his head, where his cap still remains. “You all right?” he inquires, eyeing you up and down.
“How.. how did you get here?” you glance over your shoulder, “Where’s Kiara?”
“She’s— hey!” he takes one step and catches the thief by the arm.
“Bitiwan niyo ko!” the thief snarls, thrashing to escape.
You grip his other arm, pulling off his hood and beanie. With a nearby lamppost, you can clearly see the thief is, in fact, a girl. Maybe a year or two younger than Claire.
“Sabi nang bitiwan niyo ko!” she shouts.
You heavily flick her on the forehead, the loud thump echoes across the park, this makes Court wince while the girl is just stunned. “Tumahimik ka ngang bata ka! Bakit ka nagnanakaw ng bike ha?!” you shout, “Kung ganyan turo sa’yo ng mga magulang mo, ipa-DSWD na kaya kita!”
Be quiet, you brat! Why are you stealing a bike?! — If that’s what your parents are teaching you, I’ll take you to the DSWD myself!
“N-Y-O-B!”
“N-O-Y-B ‘yon, tanga!” It’s N-O-Y-B, stupid!
“Edi ikaw na magaling, gurang!” Eh, then you’re smart, oldie!
“HOY, TREINTA Y TRES PA LANG AKO!” HEY, I’M ONLY THIRTY-THREE!
With the little thief slowly pedaling on the bike, you and Court are walking at each of her sides. She finally remained docile after three escape-attempts, one of which she planned to bike faster, but you grab the rear carrier and wallop her upside the head.
“You must be shocked,” you remark, glancing at Court. He’s been quiet during the whole exchange, though you see him grimacing whenever you smack the girl.
He catches your gaze briefly and contemplates on a response as he turns ahead. “Well, if I’m being honest, I’m horrified…”
You feel a sharp pang of anxiety in your chest.
“...I’ll remind myself not to get on your bad side.”
You snort as the anxiety disperses when your heart skips a beat. "It's actually the same on my good side." you say, shrugging. "I tend to give tough love."
Court looks at you in bewilderment, and you regard him quizzically. It's as though you said a taboo and the townspeople will be after you.
"Well, in this case, it's tough compassion." you poke the girl's side.
She yelps, nearly losing balance, and throws you the stink-eye. You return a scowl and continuously tap your fist against your palm. Unimpressed, she scoffs at you, slightly pedaling forward but not far enough for you to give a warning.
"Kids today are shameless," you comment spittingly.
Court snorts as Claire swims up in his eyes. Earlier, he wanted to chase after you and the thief but didn’t want to risk leaving her alone. So she told him she’ll run if he won’t, and that she’ll report to the hospital of his negligence towards her health,
"Totally shameless," he nods with a stifled grin.
The three of you arrive back at the cafe. Muro, Mindy, and Claire are at a bench near the parking lot.
“Are you two okay?” Claire is the first to ask as she stands up.
“Yeah, we’re good.” says Court, glancing at you.
“Here’s your bike lock, (Y/N).” Mindy hands you the cable lock.
“Damn, I didn’t think it was a kid.” Muro sighs, holding up a bolt cutter, he regards the girl. “Sa’n mo nakuha ‘to?”
Where did you get this?
The girl slides down from the bike. “Sa pwet mo.” In your butt.
You stifle a laugh. “That’s new!”
The girl is baffled that you’re amused. You take the cable lock from Mindy and assess its damage. “Looks like I’ll buy another one, plus a wheel lock.” you pause to look at the girl, “Sagutin mo tanong niya o sasakalin kita gamit nito.”
Answer his question or I’ll strangle you with this.
“Kung ipapa-pulis mo ako, gawin mo na!” the girl shouts.
If you’ll take me to the police, just do it!
“Pareho rin itatanong nila.” They’ll ask you the same things.
“Edi ba’t ka pa nagtatanong?” Then why are you asking?
“Kase papakawalan kita depende sa sagot mo.” you proclaim, placing your hands on your waist. 
Because I’ll let you go depending on your answer.
The girl bristles. “‘Di ako naniniwala sa’yo.”
I don’t believe you.
You shrug. “Bahala ka. Mas mapapagalitan ka ng magulang mo kung sa pulis nanggaling.”
Your choice. Your parents will be more angry if this comes from the police.
The girl’s eyes widen in realization, casting her gaze down on the sandy ground, she mulls over your words. You then see how small she is, how she seems more than just a bicycle thief— is she not doing this for herself? Or is she just doing this for fun?
You sigh. “Huling pagkakataon.. bakit ba ninakaw mo bike ko?”
Last chance.. why did you steal my bike?
“Kase..” the girl gulps, fear shaking in her eyes as she looks up to you.
“M-Mabait si (N/N)!” Claire suddenly declares, stepping forward, she slowly tries to convey her thoughts and feelings. “Hindi ko pa siya kilala ng matagal.. pero alam ko mabait siya.”
(N/N) is kind! — I haven’t met her that long.. but I know she’s kind.
Your heart has practically melted then and there. Claire is to you as Arlo is to Rosa Diaz, if anyone hurts her, you’ll kill everyone here and yourself. She’s supporting your honor when she doesn’t even know if you’re a bugger-flicker or -wiper. What’s more her Tagalog has improved, she sounds so cute!
“Huwag ka mag-alala. Maiintindihan ka niya.” Court says, nodding at the girl.
Don’t worry. She’ll understand you.
“What’s with you two?!” you couldn’t hold back as you tearfully beam at the father-daughter duo. “You’re making my heart all fuzzy!”
The girl deeply breathes in and out. “Ninakaw ko po bike niyo kase kailangan ko pera— pero para sa pamilya!”
I stole your bike because I need the money— but for my family!
She begins to explain that her youngest sibling is going to start school, and she’s deciding to drop-out to help earn some money, being the oldest and all. Her mother is a single-parent, living in a shed at the hotel she’s working on with three children; the girl makes no mention of her father, and you know better than to probe.
After her explanation, she also confessed to her crimes. Stealing bicycles, purses, and even shoes that she would find along the Boardwalk. You then tell her to wait there and sprint back to the cafe. 
When you return, you hand her a paper bag; inside is a packaged whole strawberry shortcake with a pen and paper. “Tara, samahan kita umuwi. Malapit lang hotel dito, ikaw mag-bike tapos angkas ako.” you declare, tying your hair up into a ponytail.
C’mon, I’ll go with you. The hotel’s close here, you’ll bike and I’ll sit behind.
“Ano?” the girl stammers confusedly.
“Syempre, gusto ko malaman kung totoo nga ba sinasabi mo, pero ‘di ako magpapakita sa mama mo. At saka ‘di kita papauwiin mag-isa ng ganitong oras, babae ka pa rin.”
Of course, I wanna know if you’re telling the truth, but I won’t let your mother see you. And I won’t let you go home by yourself at a time like this, you’re still a girl.
The girl, in fact everyone there, stares at you like you’ve grown multiple heads. You roll your eyes at them and resist the urge to throw something at Muro. “Basta sabihin mo sa mama mo, sakto palabas yung customers namin no’ng pumasok ka at sinabi mo may nagnanakaw ng bike sa parking lot. Kaya kita binigyan ng cake saka application form, kase kung ‘di dahil sa’yo mawawalan ako ng bike.” you shortly pull up the paper from the bag, it’s a form for part-time applicants at the cafe.
Just tell your mom that you went into the cafe just as customers were going out and you told us someone’s bike is being stolen from the parking lot. That’s why I gave you a cake and an application form, because if it weren’t for you I’d lose my bike.
The girl is close to tearing up. “Bakit mo ginagawa ito?” Why are you doing this?
You smirk. “Kailangan namin ng utos-utusan, medyo dumadami customers namin tuwing umaga’t hapon.” We need someone to order around, customers have been increasing during the day.
“Pero—” But—
“Ay naku! Kukunin mo ba ‘yang binibigay ko o ibibigay kita sa pulis?” Oh, my! Are you gonna take my offer or am I going to take you to the police?
As soon as the girl reluctantly accepts your offer, you force her to ride the bike before plopping on the rear carrier.
“Bakit ano yung nasa harap?” Why am I in front?
“Mamaya kase may kutsilyo ka pang tinatago.” Because you may be hiding a knife.
You look at Muro and Mindy. “I’ll be quick,” and then turn to the father-daughter duo. “See you next week?”
Claire nods. “See you!”
“Be careful,” Mindy murmurs, trying not to eye the girl in suspicion.
“Don’t you want a ride?” Court suggests.
You’re surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’ll be faster.”
“Oh, a car is a lot faster than a bicycle.”
“Yes, so—” Court cuts himself off when you look at him expectantly, but there’s something else in your grin— “You’re being sarcastic.”
You laugh. “Sorry. But we’ll be fine, you two should get home.”
You force Lilia— the girl— to get a move on and soon, you two are riding off into the night, looking like the universe’s most unlikely pair of adventurers.
The hotel she claimed that her family is staying in is just four blocks away from the cafe. But just as Lilia rounds onto the last black, she abruptly presses on the brakes.
You yelp. “Ay, susmaryosep!” and slap the teen on the back, “I almost fell over!— Wait, sa’n ka pupunta?”
Wait, where are you going?
“Nanay ko ‘yon,” she slips off the bike and nods over to the direction of the hotel.
You glance and there is, in fact, a woman in her late 30s— maybe, it’s hard to discern age from this distance. But what’s discernible is the anxiety in her steps as she paces back and forth the sidewalk. “Sige, puntahan mo na. At pag-isipan mo yung na-offer ko,” you wag a finger at her and shortly look away, “Though I have to ask Liz about it first.”
Alright, go to her. And think about my offer
She hears you muttering. “Ano ‘yon?” What’s that?
“Wala— hurry and go! Shoo!” Nothing— bilisan mo at umalis ka na!
Lilia makes a face at you, swivels to walk away, and stops to turn back. “Ate (N/N)—”
“Aalis ka o ibabato ko yung bike na ‘to sa’yo?” You gonna leave or am I gonna throw this bike at you?
Fortunately, Lilia obliges. And you’d rather not break your precious bike over a smartass kid. Her mother instantly sprints to her after she spots Lilia. Invisible arrows shoot into your heart and spine when the mother tightly embraces her child. The urge to call, or even just send a short message to your mom, tingles in your fingers. But you keep the longing there, steadying it just at your fingertips, like that one Greek Titan sentenced to bear the heavens.
Lilia doesn’t mention that you’re there, as instructed by you, but she glances over to you from time to time. Her mother is too focused on her to pay her sneaking looks any heed. You wait until they’re stepping in the hotel before you turn the bike around and pedal back to the cafe.
The ride is slow— on purpose. You’re pedaling leisurely to bask in the cool evening air and whiff at the sea fragrance that gets stronger as you near the Boardwalk. It’s always chilly here at night, the naturally-occurring nocturnal heatwaves rarely win against the ocean flurries.
Out of the blue, you wonder if Claire has tread through the Boardwalk. You try not to cement any thoughts of suggesting it to the teen as she may ask you to come with her and Court again. Not that that’s a bad way to spend time with friendly strangers, but Court seems adamant in maintaining distance. Still, he wants Claire to socialize— as long as no one gets too close.
You think about the reasons for his behavior. What happened before they moved here in the Philippines? The country doesn’t have the best medical care, so why are they here? And what’s with the stealthy looks he would have whenever he’s looking over his shoulder or at the security cameras? 
And why the hell did he leave his daughter with strangers to help you?— she probably forced him, you realize. Muro and Mindy are still strangers, just like you are.
You decide how this is stressing you out and attempt to clear your mind. Imaginary fingers clutch your nape, you shudder and take a gander. This feels familiar— like that time at the mall. And again, no one is following you. There’s only a car parked at the far end of the block, but no one seems to be inside. It looks familiar, but there are a lot of cars like that here. You shrug and round the block, the cafe is in your sights.
Unbeknownst to you, there are people inside that car. The very same pair that has been plaguing your mind. 
Court urges the car forward, slowly but surely as he keeps the lights off. By the time they’re peeking out of the corner, you’re hauling the bicycle through the cafe’s front doors and probably arguing with Muro about it.
“She’s inside,” says Claire.
Court hums in agreement, checking the rearview mirror, he flicks on the lights and swivels the car around. He hears Claire giggling to herself and glimpses sideways at her. “What?” he asks, concerned rather than curious.
“Oh, nothing..” she breathes out cheerfully.
“Sure—” he pauses, “ Oh..”
She nods with a toothy grin. “Yeah, that’s right.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“What? I’m only thinking about how you’re worried for someone other than me,” Claire turns to him, inclining her head rightward. “So, is it truly not that?”
“It’s,” he’s about to reply with the truth, but the lie flies out of his mouth first. “Not.”
She gasps dramatically. “How come?! When it was you who began following them without saying anything!”
Court feels his ears burning. Now, that’s true. When Lilia begins to pedal away with you, his instincts told him to be in pursuit. He and Claire bid goodbye to Mindy and Muro before trying not to drive away too hastily, they took a different path that still leads to where you’re going. None of you know whether the girl, who just robbed you, is telling the truth— until you all witnessed her mother hugging her.
The suspicion has evaporated, but Court would be lying if he says he’s done worrying about you. That’s why he followed you, slowly and discreetly, keeping him and Claire in the shadows. You felt their eyes on you, but you didn’t know where they were.
Just like last week at the mall.
Court saw you when he was exiting the hardware store. Immediately, he thought you were following them, so he decided to do the same to you. But the way you try to lose him diminishes his doubts, only an amateur stalker would fall for it. Even so, at the last second, you caught a glimpse of him. Luckily, it wasn’t enough for you to recognize him completely— judging from your reaction when you meet him at the bookstore.
He recalls the conversation he had with you when Claire bought cotton candies. He isn’t just worried about Claire, he’s also worried about you being too close for comfort. There are forces in this world that might be watching them, but are not as merciful as the Lord. It’s already risky planning to go out every Friday night or going to the mall once every two weeks. But Court has decided that, despite their circumstance, he would try to give Claire a long (and slightly normal) life if possible.
Even if that means interacting with anyone and becoming suspicious of every little thing they do. Hence, pulling them close at a safe distance and then pushing them far, far away.
“You’re real paranoid, you know?” Claire quips.
Court sighs heftily. “.. I concur.”
“You should get out more. Join the PTA.”
“School hasn’t started here… And you’ll be homeschooling, anyway.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re my teacher.”
“Hey, I know a ton of shit in school.”
“You saying it like that makes it so hard to believe.”
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A/N: wow, that's a long one HAHAHA I guess it's just my way of making up for not updating last Wed or Thurs as I've (promised) noted ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ y'all wanna know why? It's because of a smut Six x Reader that suddenly corrupted my mind! And because the update was late and I might not be able to post weekly, I'll be posting this smut for some fresh content for y'all hehehehe
The portal to another dimension Chapter 5 is not yet now open!
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Jealousy--One Shot
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Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2. Engagement Tour. 
Pairing: Drake Walker x Alexis O’Brien (MC) 
WORDS: I’m using my WD golden ticket so 3,000 words. 
POV: Dual 
TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT!! 🍋🍋🍋 A very frustrating Drake and Alexis.  
ALL MY FICS ARE +18 !!!! 
I’m participating in the  @wackydrabbles​   prompts. This week’s prompt is “I can’t do this anymore.” 
I apologize for any grammatical errors.   
Tags in the comments ;) 
DRAKE
Standing next to my window, I admire the Roman ruins of the Palatine hills as the royal train rolls into Rome. I’ve always loved Italy, but something about this trip is getting to me. It might be the woman occupying the cabin next to mine. It might be the fact that my best friend is almost as crazy about her as I am. Almost. He can’t possibly care for her the way I do. I down the rest of my glass and pick up a simple shirt and a pair of pants for tonight’s banquet. Fuck the black tie.
Since O’Brien came back to court, I tried to avoid her as much as I could. As a result, I’d cut off a leg tonight just to lay eyes on her again. I crave her like a drug. I spent the last few days debating with myself, and each day I grow a little more desperate, my arguments growing wilder and less probable by the minute. “Maybe” is how every single thought began, each one borne of desperation. Maybe I can make Liam understand that I’m crazy about the woman he loves. Maybe he’ll understand that I’ve been lying for months. Maybe Alexis will realize that she wants a quiet life with me. It’s a weakness on my part; I just need to get through this banquet without giving into it.
Thank God there’s a bar. I’m going to need something to make this experience tolerable. I grab a whiskey and drink half of it before I even head to my table. I’m halfway there when my eyes meet Kiara’s. She’s been leaving me flirty messages since we built the barn to celebrate Liam’s engagement. She’s a beautiful and smart woman but I couldn’t be less interested. 
“Come with me,” she says, pulling at my elbow. “I saved you a seat.” 
At that very moment, Lexie walks in. She’s wearing a red silk dress that matches her lips, pours over her curves, and reveals only a hint of cleavage while allowing you to imagine what you can’t see too fucking easily. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her back, highlighting her long neck and her gorgeous face. As always, I seem to settle on her mouth. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her wear red lipstick before, and, for some reason, this opens an entire box of fantasies. I want to see it soiled. To kiss her so hard that neither of us can breathe. To pull back and find that mouth ajar, panting, the lipstick a red blur around the edges., I want it so badly I’m not sure how I’ll get through the goddamn night without having it. My hands sliding that silk dress over her head, learning every inch of her the way I’ve dreamed about for months. Except right now, Lexie’s eyes are fixed on the point where Kiara’s arm is linked with mine, and her expression—sad and wounded—is like a knife to my chest. I step away from Kiara, grabbing my drink and draining it. “I’m sitting with Maxwell and Olivia,” I tell her firmly. 
 “Doesn’t Lexie look gorgeous?” Max asks. My eyes move across the room again. Her red dress shimmers, sticks on her curves. `
“She looks like she needs more clothes,” I complain. 
“Olivia helped her choose that dress,” Max says with a brow arched. “It fits her like a glove.” 
“Yeah,” I reply. “That’s sort of the problem.” 
My gaze is still on her, though. Moving up from her hips to her waist to her breasts, back up to that mouth of hers. I picture it again; the lipstick smeared, her breathless under me. And then a single hand cups her hip bone, visible through the thin silk, and I’m ejected from my fantasy at high speed. My lust transforms into rage in a single breath. Fucking Signore Francesco Lombardi. When everyone finally takes their seats, I discover that she and Francesco are at the table on the other side of mine, giving me a painfully direct view of the two of them. Whenever she stands, his eyes are on her, devouring her. He paws at her when she returns, jumping to pull out her chair but managing to get his fucking hands over approximately sixty percent of her body when he does it. And if he tries to look down her dress one more time, I’m definitely taking him out. I don’t give a fuck about our diplomatic relationships with Italy. I go to the bar again and ask for another glass of Macallan. Tonight it’s either get drunk or completely lose my shit in front of hundreds of witnesses. Pretentious food and great speeches are given out that I don’t notice. She is more real to me than anything in this room or out of it, the only thing I can see. No one knows her fears like I do. No one knows how fragile she really is, how deeply sweet. How funny and smart and kind. But I know. And for all the fighting we’ve done, there aren’t two people in this room as made for each other as the two of us. My world is constructed entirely of rules about what I owe Liam –my education, my career, and so many other things. But somehow, it excludes the only thing that matters to me. Her. If it weren’t for how Liam feels about her, she’d be here with me tonight. I watch her say something to Liam, and he nods, his eyes telling her how he feels. Jealousy runs through my veins. 
 “Enough,” I say quietly as I stand. I don’t know what possesses me to follow her. I know, with every bone in my body, that I have no claim on her. But I saw that look in Liam’s eyes, the one that says he’ll do anything for her, and I found myself on my feet. She’s halfway down the hall by the time I reach her. She looks over her shoulder warily when she hears me, but she is too late. I’m already there. I grab her elbow before she has time to react and pull her into an empty office. She stiffens and pulls back, ready as always to fight. Eyes flashing and hands on her hips. Seething before I’ve even said a word. “You have no right to—” That’s when I cup her jaw and capture that mouth I’ve longed for the whole goddamn night.
ALEXIS 
 His mouth comes down on mine, demolishing my pathetic attempt to object. He seizes it thoroughly, with such certainty, as if he’s spent his entire life practicing for this precise moment. His hands raking back through my hair, his tongue finding mine as he presses against me. His mouth moves over my neck, and he groans, a noise of both despair and satisfaction. 
“You didn’t want me a week ago, but now you do?” I start to push back, but he holds me tight against him. 
“I just don’t want you stuck in a shitty ranch with a poor veterinarian when it all ends. It was never about not wanting you.” I know there are other reasons why I’m supposed to object, but they escape me. I’ve wanted this too long, his hands on my body, my skin pressed against his, and his mouth creating a trail of kisses down my neck. It’s right. I’ve known nothing in my life with such certainty as the fact that nothing in the world matters more to me. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, and then he pulls one strap of my dress down, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder and collarbone, almost reverently. Nipping with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. He pulls the dress down to my waist, unclasps my bra with a single hand. He cups my breasts, bringing his mouth to them in the same way, sharp and sweet at once and creating a need in me so intense that it borders on pain. I gasp and arch toward him, submitting entirely as my head falls backward against the wall. He pulls back just enough to see my face. His chocolate eyes are dark now as he searches mine, looking there for something he desperately needs. Permission. He wants permission. As if I’d ever tell him no. 
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.” 
“You’re sure?” His voice is gruff with desire. And when I nod, he pushes the dress over my hips and allows it to slide to the floor. His hands follow, skating over my hips, down my thighs, and I stand before him now in nothing but panties and heels. “That fucking dress nearly killed me,” he says, smoothing my skin as he kisses me again. He pushes against me, his shirt against my bare skin, his erection pressed hard to my stomach, a quick pulse there as if he is desperate for friction. He slides his index finger under the elastic of my panties. The moment he touches me, my whole body jolts. 
“Fuck,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “You’re already soaked.” His finger slips back and forth, lightly, in torturous circles before it pushes inside me. 
“Oh God,” I whisper, my body bowing toward him. He adds a second finger, and this time his groan is louder than mine. 
“Jesus, Lex,” he growls. “You’re going to be the end of me.” 
I unclasp his belt and unzip his pants reaching down to pull him from the confines of his boxers. He is thick and heavy in my hands, hissing as my fingers wrap around him, tugging gently. 
“Stop,” he exhales after a minute. “I’m not gonna last if you do that, and there are so many things I want to do to you first.” 
He pushes my panties down and lifts me up almost simultaneously, turning to deposit me on the table behind us. He kisses me once, hard. “Lie back,” he commands. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs so I’m displayed before him. Suddenly, his fingers are joined by quick swipes of his tongue. 
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Drake … just—”
 His mouth and tongue lick and brush and pull, creating flames that begin there and spread all the way to my toes. I try to move, but his free hand clamps down on my thigh, holding me in place. 
“I’ve dreamed about doing this every goddamn night for months, Alexis. So let me.” 
I can’t even nod in agreement because suddenly, everything inside me is building so quickly that I can’t tell where I am or where I’m going. 
“Oh,” I gasp. And then his fingers push inside me and I explode with a cry of ecstasy and surprise, arching against his mouth. He doesn’t pull back, but instead slides his hands beneath my legs and tugs me closer, buries his face to create wave after wave of something I never thought would happen in the first place. 
“Holy shit,” I breathe. He leans over to kiss me and when he does, I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him against me so suddenly that he gasps in my mouth. 
“Lexie,” he groans. 
“Please,” I whisper. It seems impossible for anyone to be more satisfied than I am now, yet I still need the very thing Drake wants most, the thing he is so sure he shouldn’t give. He looks tortured and pulls back, but I tighten around him, pressing him against me. “Don’t even think about stopping right now.” He shifts his hips just enough that he is pressing right there, not inside me but mere seconds away from it. In a single pulse, he could be buried deep inside me. 
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice tight. “Do we need …” 
“No,” I beg. “Just do it. I’m on the pill.”
He pushes in, barely. He’s so thick that already I’m stretched to the point of pain. 
“Oh fuck, Lexie,” he whispers. “God, that’s so good. Just give me a minute, or this is going to be over before it starts.” 
Finally, he moves once more, going slowly, a low noise deep in his chest as he finally shoves all the way in. 
“Are you okay?” he asks between clenched teeth. I nod as I adjust to the size of him, pain still outweighing the pleasure. It’s when he starts to withdraw that the pain recedes as a burst of pleasure sucks the air from my lungs. It feels too good, something so vast and all-consuming it can’t possibly end well. I never finish this way but oh my God… If it were ever going to happen, it would be now. His next thrust is faster, more certain, but he stops entirely at my sharp inhale. “Did I hurt you, baby?” he asks. 
“No.” He didn’t hurt me. He stunned me. His strokes come slow and rhythmic then, as he leans over, finding my mouth with the table bracing his weight, his arms taut. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he says, holding still inside me. 
“Keep going,” I beg. “Don’t stop.” 
“Patience,” he grins. “You have no idea how hard it is not to come right now.” 
I grab his ass and push upward, ignoring his warning, thrilling at the low grunt he makes. “Alexis,” he growls, “goddammit.” 
His hips jerk back and then forward, almost involuntarily. It’s all I need. I cry out as it happens again, everything inside me bursting. He thrusts quick and hard, desperate now, and then stiffens with a single guttural noise as he pushes in one final time. He falls against me, his mouth against my neck, his breath warm on my skin. It’s closer than I’ve ever been to another person, and I would like to stay here, just like this, forever. But after a moment, I open my eyes when I realize what we’ve done. 
It’s a little like waking from a dream. What the fuck have I done? The best sex I’ve ever had and the biggest mistake I’ve ever made just occurred simultaneously. The guilt and astonishment collide with each other. It was wrong. No matter what other considerations there are, I just slept with Liam’s best friend.
I know I don’t owe Liam anything. I came to Cordonia to see if there was something between us beyond that kiss in New York, and there wasn’t. He’s engaged to Madeleine and I’m hopelessly in love with his best friend. Bu this isn’t about me. This is about Drake. 
I just became that woman. The kind of woman that would stand between two brothers. The type of woman capable of breaking a lifelong friendship in a moment of lust. 
I know that sooner or later, Drake will resent me, us, if he loses Liam. Somewhere inside, I knew that, but because I wanted him and was jealous of Kiara, I chose to ignore it. He looks up at me, and his smile fades. 
“What are you thinking?” he asks. There’s dread in his voice. His jaw hardens. “You regret it.” 
“Drake,” I sigh, nestling in his chest. “It’s not that. It was…amazing. I just need to figure this out.” 
“Figure what out?” 
I bury my face in his neck. I don’t want to be having this conversation with him. I wish there was a way he could just hold me and take me to his cabin and work this all out on my own later. But there’s not. “What happens next. I mean, it shouldn’t have happened. We both know that. Liam… “
“No,” he snaps, pulling away. “Do not bring him up. Are you really going to let the way it might look to everyone outside this room dictate whether or not it’s okay? This is about us, Lexie. No one else.” 
Except it’s not everyone outside this room. It’s him. Until a week ago, Drake was determined to push me away. He didn’t want to betray his best friend. He told me over and over again that he wasn’t that kind of man. That he would never forgive himself. 
I let my need obliterate every reasonable thought, as usual. And in doing so, I’ve let myself down and—far worse—I may have put Drake’s friendship with Liam at risk. I pull away and grab my dress and bra off the floor. 
“We have to get back out there before someone notices we’re gone.” 
He buttons his shirt. “So you want to go back and continue flirting with Liam like this didn’t just happen?” he asks.
.
It’s right then, at that precise moment, that I realize that no matter what happens, Drake and I will never be together. Liam will always be there, between us. Right now, in our post-orgasmic bliss, Drake is not thinking straight, but I know what he will be telling me tomorrow morning. Or at least how he will be feeling. Guilty. 
“I can’t do this anymore.” I take a deep breath to calm myself. “So what matters most is that we both get through the banquet like nothing happened.” 
“And then what?” He growls.
His anger doesn’t scare me. “Can we please just get through the next hour?” I ask. “Liam is out there. Olivia, Max, Kiara are out there. The most important thing either of us can do right now is to act like nothing’s wrong.” 
He fastens his belt and moves to the door, his jaw rigid. He’s doing what I asked, but I hate that he’s leaving mad. I’m doing this for him. I don’t want him to lose the only relationship in his life that matters to him. “Drake, wait—” 
 “For what?” he demands. “I just fucked you on a table, and now you’re sending me on my way. What more could you possibly need to add to that?” With those parting words, he crosses the door and walks out, leaving me heartbroken. 
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australet789 · 3 years ago
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!!! I'm very interested in your TLK/TLG content and your OCs but I don't know where to start, since I followed you after it began. Do you think you could post a little summary, like who's related to who and the general timeline of major events? 🖤
Thank you so much for the interest!
I have never made a Masterlist on tumblr so im gonna try my best
The first thing is, honestly the easiest way to see my Lion King stuff is on Deviantart. I have a folder specifically for it and the post are ordered chronologically.
Here is the link: https://www.deviantart.com/australet789/gallery/77401293/the-lion-king
Now, i know not everyone likes Deviantart, ot just want to stay here on tumblr so let's start!
Pridelands
Mohatu meets Uchoyo 
Oldest pic in the timeline of my TLK universe, Mohatu is a semicanon character and is the grandfather of Mufasa and Scar. Uchoyo is my hyena OC and i was trying to come to an idea of why the hyena/lion conflicts exists in the TLK lore.
Ahadi and Uru
After Mohatu, comes Uru. In my universe, at least, she is next to be Queen. For these two i have yet to make a story pic because i was more busy trying to come up with a good design, mostly for  Ahadi.
Ahadi’s first look
Ahadi’s look as a teenager and cub
Ahadi’s second look + Uru first look
Ahadi’s and Uru’s final design 
Scar’s Reign and Simba’s Pride
I honestly havent made anything for these 2 eras, but the characters i worked on were part of these prides when their stories happened
First chart of semicanon characters
Second chart of semicanon characters
Kijani’s story (OC, mother of both Tazama and Tiifu)
Kiara’s Era/Post The Lion Guard
This is where the OCs start because next gen kids! aka Kiara and Kovu cubs. But first i have:
First Full Adult Kovu Look
Second Full Adult Kovu Look (currently the one im using)
Random Kovu pics + Valetine’s pic with Kiara and Kovu
Ok now for the cubbies xD
My design for Kiara and Kovu cubs : In age order : Moyo, Akili, Muujiza and Roho. 
Adult designs for Kiara and Kovu kids
Angsty and cutesy art of grandmpa Simba with Moyo 
Vitani’s Lion guard’s redesign + baby Akili
Thornbush Pride
This is the other pride’s story i have been working on, because is, in my universe, the pride Zira came from, where Tanglemane used to be leader and that’s gonna be important later for something i have planned for Kion and Rani (*evil laughs*). Anyway, here are the related pics.
Stranger Cousins : explanation of Tanglemane’s and Ayubu’s (Stranger Lion) relationship
Zira’s family: You meet Heba and Jioni, Zira’s mom and sister respectivately (both OCs)
The barbary twins: Mkuu and Mtemi, the ones who defeat Tanglemane. Both are OCs and i love them dearly xD
The last fight of Tanglemane: Basically the fight in which Tanglemane losses and the twins become the leader of the Thornbush Pride
New begginings: This happens after Zira and Jioni get back into the Thornbush Pride and leave, once again, to the Pridelands. 
 Ok, That’s all for now! I hope is understandable, and if not, you are free to ask about it! I’m very eager to talk about the universe im creating 
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alj4890 · 3 years ago
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Can we maybe have more fics with Juliet and emmerick? I love this series and I think actually putting these two as a couple would be awesome. They are so made for each other!!!
You had the same thought @krsnlove and I did about those two 😉 Our series is on hiatus currently due to moving and other life changing events, but I will see what I can do drabble wise for you right now. *this helped me forget about the nightmare that is my moving to a new city for a little while, so thank you Nonny!*
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Quid Pro Quo
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"Are you ready?" Olivia asked.
Juliet turned toward her mother. "Would you be ready in something like this?"
Olivia couldn't help but smile over her daughter sharing many of her opinions. She knew Juliet hadn't wanted to be another bridesmaid, especially to someone that wasn't a part of her inner circle.
"Look at me." Juliet twirled around. "I look like a pink nightmare."
"No you don't." Drake stepped outside. "I think you look nice."
Juliet huffed. "Dad, redheads aren't supposed to wear pink. Why did Colette insist I wear this?"
Olivia suspected that the reason Kiara and her daughter insisted upon the dress was in revenge for she herself ending up with Drake. Kiara had settled for a political marriage shortly after he proposed to Olivia. Now her daughter, Colette, was one of the first ladies of the social season to marry. This was something Kiara enjoyed pointing out to her, Hana, and Amanda: all popular duchesses with single daughters.
"The car's here." Her brother Jackson announced.
"It won't last long." Olivia linked arms with her daughter as they walked out of their Paris villa. "Then we can burn that dress and anything else you'd like." Her green eyes narrowed. "We'll use that gaudy invitation to light it."
Juliet slipped her arm around Olivia's waist, squeezing her in a grateful hug. If anyone understood her frustrations, it was her mother.
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"Smile." Ellis nudged his brother.
Emerick flashed the charming smile he'd inherited from his father and uncle.
"Now let's see how long you can keep it there." Riley teased.
He rolled his eyes. "If my attendance wasn't a royal decree," he glanced at his father when he heard a snort of amusement, "then I would be somewhere far away from here doing literally anything else."
"Emerick!" Riley whispered. "Lower your voice."
"Yes, mam." He whispered with an unrepentant grin. "You know my feelings for the soon to be wedded couple. Both are a pain in the--"
Liam cleared his throat with a slight narrowing of his eyes.
"Sorry." Emerick grumbled. "But you know it's true."
"You can say that again." Ellis softly groaned.
"Lady Colette and Sir Melvin the IV have a," Liam tried to think of the least offensive description, "unique way of interacting with other members of the court."
Emerick couldn't help the laugh that slipped out. "Father, you truly are the most gentlemanly man I know."
"I try." Liam put his arm around his son's shoulders for an affectionate squeeze. "Once we get through this ceremony--"
"And the reception." Riley added.
"Then you are free from all royal duties for the rest of our stay."
"Me too?" Ellis eagerly asked.
Liam shook his head. "You have to accompany me to see your old tutor tomorrow, then you're free."
Emerick did a quick calculation of how much longer he had to pretend to be happy as part of the guests witnessing the union of two of the most annoying people on the planet.
He supposed even he could endure the rest of the evening.
That was until he noticed some attention he was drawing from many of the ladies here.
"I'm doomed." He mouthed to his brother.
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"Really Lady Juliet," Colette griped. "You left your hair down! All of my attendants must be properly coiffed in a single briad chignon."
Juliet stood there glaring. It was bad enough that court manners meant that she would have to accept the request to be a bridesmaid. It was even worse that she was stuck in this awful pink, ruffled monstrosity of a dress. She'd be damned if she would also wear her hair in what was, in her opinion, an uncomfortable updo with thick pink ribbons clashing with her red hair.
Her best friends, Emily Beaumont and Izzy Kovak, stood loyally beside her in readiness to help defend her rebellious nature.
They of course had given in to such dictates and actually looked quite lovely in pink.
Colette huffed in irritation. "I should have known a Nevarkis-Walker would never be able to act civilized."
"Excuse me?" Juliet bit out.
She wondered how Colette would feel walking down the aisle with a black eye.
"Your parents pay no attention to how one is supposed to act in public." Colette continued. "Of course, your father is a commoner--"
"He's a duke!" Emily corrected.
"Just because he has the title, that doesn't mean he has the qualities that make a man a noble." Colette explained.
"That is a horrible thing to say." Izzy fought back tears of anger. She adored her Uncle Drake and Aunt Olivia. Jackson and Juliet were family in her heart. She couldn't stand to hear anyone say something bad about any of them.
"And yet it's true." Colette fluffed her veil. "Your mother of course had little choice other than a commoner offering for her hand in marriage. What else could she do but accept?"
Juliet folded her arms, reminding herself that she must still be a lady while setting this one in her place. It would be heavily frowned upon if she physically did something to the bride, much less embarass her loved ones in the process.
"Funny you should mention offers of marriage." A smile reminiscent of her mother's slightly evil one appeared on Juliet's lips. "As I recall, your mother has never had an offer from anyone. King Liam never wanted her during the social season. In fact, no noble nor commoner asked her to marry them. If it hadn't been for your grandfather practically begging your father to take her, I doubt any of us would be standing here for this joyous occasion."
Colette's face flushed with anger. Her bouquet trembled in her hands as her other attendants snickered and whispered about what was just revealed.
"Isn't it something how history repeats itself?" Juliet asked the group. "Your father had to make some deals with Sir Melvin's family, didn't he? Weren't you part of the bargain he made?"
"Melvin and I--we--" Colette stammered.
"I suppose that is what happens when you aren't as lucky as my family to have a love match." Juliet sighed.
Emily and Izzy shared a grin over not being needed as usual to help Juliet.
Kiara stuck her head inside the room to let them know it was time to line up.
"Good luck." Juliet smirked as she followed the others out, leaving Colette fuming.
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"Don't the girls look beautiful?" Riley whispered.
While Liam and Ellis muttered their agreement, Emerick noticed only one particular lady. His lips eased into a genuine smile when he saw the smug satisfaction stamped upon Juliet's face.
He knew she must have just set someone in their place. It didn't take any brainpower to guess who would have needed to be told off. Colette needed it often during her dealings with their group of friends, especially a particular pair.
He scanned the guests and felt a sense of relief when he saw Jackson sitting next to Nicky Beaumont. He could still remember the time a couple of years ago when Colette tried to break them up in the hopes of stealing him for herself. Though the pair had yet to reconcile from their recent parting, he and the rest of their families and friends held out hope.
Perhaps this wedding would remind them of what they once had. Surely with them choosing to sit beside one another, it had to be a good sign.
Emerick then looked up where the groomsmen were. He met Alec's eyes and gave a brief grimace of sympathy. He hated that he, like the girls, had been roped into being a part of the wedding party. Alec and Izzy had inherited their mother's inability to say no when needed. Aunt Hana simply didn't have it in her to deny anyone help.
None of his friends should have to suffer with being a member of the wedding party.
Even as his mind wandered with thoughts of the near future for himself and what the rest held for those he deeply cared about, his attention returned again and again to Juliet.
He shouldn't think she looked beautiful in a dress that clashed with the richness of her red hair, and yet...she did. Her regal posture, slight tilting of her head, and that smug smile of hers made her seem almost untouchable. It was almost as if no man could have a right to do so.
It was a challenge that tempted him.
He averted his eyes when she met his stare with a quirked eyebrow.
Swallowing, he wondered how such a thought could possibly enter his mind. She was his best friend's little sister. He'd known her since her birth. If anything, she should be like a little sister to him, just as Nicky, Emily, and Izzy felt.
But she doesn't. She never has.
He wondered why that was just as the couple sealed their vows with a kiss.
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At the reception, Emerick realized that nothing was worth what he had to endure.
"Prince Emerick, may I go sailing with you next time?" A lady from a nearby country fluttered her eyelashes at him. "I just adore it!"
"She gets seasick." Another spoke up. ""If anyone should go with him, it should be me since Father bought me my third yacht last week."
"Oh, but don't you play polo too? You should visit and see the new horse my brother bought." A third lady wriggled between him and the first, taking his arm in a tenacious grip.
While many more talked over each other to get his attention, he searched the banquet hall for Juliet.
She was surrounded herself with not only some of the groomsmen, but also a few single noblemen.
She looked as exhausted and irritated as he felt.
"Pardon me, ladies." He smiled at them as he made his way out of their circle. "I must greet someone I haven't seen in a long time."
Pouts and sighs of sadness followed him as he walked over to the red head in pink.
"Lady Juliet?" Emerick spoke up over the hum of men's voices. "A word, please."
Her green eyes narrowed somewhat before she curtsied. "Of course, your royal highness."
Once they were out of earshot, she eyed him. "What do you really want?"
"Help." He admitted with a rueful grin. "I'm being attacked on all sides by the ladies hoping for a crown." He gestured toward their friends. "Ellis and Alec abandoned me and are now trapped with their own bevy of ladies. Emily is dancing and has a number of men waiting on their chance with her. Izzy has her own beaus surrounding her and is too sweet to leave them in fear of hurting their feelings. And Nicky..." He pointed toward a corner of the hall.
Juliet's eyes widened at the sight of Nicky and her brother, Jackson, actually talking to one another with smiles and laughter.
"I don't want to interrupt any chance of them realizing they are still perfect for one another." Emerick said softly.
"Neither do I." Juliet said a quick silent prayer that this would be the end of her brother and friend being miserable in their separation.
"So here is my proposal." Emerick turned to face her, taking both of her hands. "Since you had your own group of unwanted suitors, we each spend the rest of the reception together."
"You really can't tell women to leave you alone, can you?" Juliet teased. "You interrupted me about to send all those men bothering me away. Perhaps you could learn something from it."
"Ah, but I saved you the trouble and possible backlash of them crying to their parents about your manners." He teased back. "Then their parents would have confronted your parents."
Juliet's proud demeanor began to deflate. "They would, wouldn't they?"
"Yes." He squeezed her hands. "How about it, Jules? You protect me from every single lady from the age of eighteen to eighty here and I'll keep the men away who will whine about your treatment of them."
Juliet gazed up into his handsome face. The teasing smirk of his held genuine warmth as he met her eyes.
"If I agree to this," she began, "will I be able to make fun of you and make snide comments about some of the guests, including the bride, her family, and the groom?"
Emerick choked back a laugh. "I'll allow it if only I can do the same to you and add my own commentary."
Juliet relaxed for the first time that day. "Then, it looks like I'm your bodyguard for the night."
"I already have those." He countered, leading her to the dancefloor. "What I need is a lady who makes others think they don't stand a chance of tearing me away from her."
"Looks like we will both have to give the performance of our lives." She countered with a smile.
He took her in his arms for a waltz. "I think if anyone can do it, it's me and you."
"True." She waved at Emily when they passed by. "I suppose there are worse people I could be stuck with for the night."
"Of course there are." He grumbled playfully. "That would be the majority of the guest list."
Her smile turned warm with approval. "Finally. Someone who can state the obvious without manners."
"I don't think I'll ever have my father's knack of saying the appropriate things in every situation." Emerick admitted. "God help the court when I become king."
Juliet chuckled. "I'm looking forward to that. I love Uncle Liam as King, but I sometimes wish he'd really tell a lot of them off."
"You're going to be a bad influence on me." Emerick teased. "If I know I have someone like you backing me up, I might completely lose any filter my parents have tried to instill in me."
Juliet shrugged. "You won't. You have your charm and you actually think before speaking most of the time. You won't be like your father, but I believe you will be a good king just the same."
"Just good, huh?" He twirled her, bringing her closer than before. "Not great?"
His smile grew when he heard her groan.
"Uncle Liam is great. You're lucky I think you'll be good."
"Well, if the great Lady Juliet Nevarkis-Walker believes this, then I am most fortunate."
"I'm really starting to regret our arrangement for tonight." She grumbled.
"No, you're not." He countered in a cheerful tone.
Juliet bit back a smile. "You wish I wasn't."
"Fine." He squeezed her waist. "If I must quit talking about how great you think I am, then I will let the subject go for now."
"I take back every nice thing I've ever said to you." She griped.
"Too late. As we both know, words can never be taken back." He twirled her again when her lips parted with a retort. "Now then, who should we talk about first? Melvin? Colette? Perhaps some other noble who gets under our skin?"
Juliet shook her head. "Colette. Look what she made me wear." Her nose wrinkled. "And you wouldn't believe the comments she made about my parents."
Emerick's teasing smile disappeared in a flash. "What did she say?"
"How my father wasn't a true noble because of how he acts and that my mother had to accept him because no one else wanted her. She blamed my not putting my hair up on learning horrible behavior from them."
Emerick's grip tightened around Juliet. His temper flared to life over someone saying such about the family he loved.
Juliet noticed the change in him immediately. She could see his jaw spasm as he fought to keep his tone low.
"She's jealous." He bit out. "She can't begin to compare to you in beauty, popularity, intelligence, loyalty, or strength. Colette could only strike at what means the most to you: your family."
Juliet's eyebrows lifted in surprise. She knew that Emerick was fond of all of them. Yet, she couldn't recall a time when he'd listed her attributes in such a passionate manner.
"She'll never have an ounce of what you have." He continued. His bright blue eyes cut to the bride. "That's why she is trapped with a man like Melvin."
"If that's what happens when you act like her," Juliet replied in an attempt to ease the tension, "then I will become the sweetest lady in court."
Emerick couldn't help but chuckle over the thought. "You'd dare steal Aunt Hana's and Izzy's crown?"
"Well..." Juliet found the mother and daughter they were speaking of, "Maybe I can be third in line to their crown as sweetest of them all."
"That means you have to give up making fun of nobles." He reminded her.
"Forget it. Nothing is worth that."
Emerick's deep laughter drew attention from many of the guests. What they saw caused both gossip to begin and many others to lose heart.
The playboy crown prince seemed to truly enjoy whatever discussion he and the lady from Lythikos were having.
And by coincidence, she seemed to be enjoying his company just as much.
Could it be the first sparks of something more?
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quiteaweirdworld · 5 years ago
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Constant Touches- JJ x Reader
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Kiara points out that JJ is protective of you with his touches, and you can’t get that idea out of your head once you recognize it. 
Requested: nope
Inspired: Idea from the absolutely fantastic @spilledtee 
Warnings: none!
Contains: fluff, soft JJ, first kiss, jealous touches
Words:  1.7K (wow)
You’ve been hanging out with the other Pogues for several years now, since early middle school. That’s your squad, and those are your people. During Kiara’s kook year, it was always just you and your boys. You somehow all avoided that phase where it’s awkward to be with the other gender, and you never feel more comfortable then when you’re surrounded by your boys. You notice the weird looks you get when you lead the way with three tall (and good-looking, you have to admit) boys following behind you like puppies, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no secrets between you three, especially you and JJ. Barriers just don’t exist, and you and your three best friends are always comfortable with each other. Even when Kiara rejoined the group, you naturally gravitate towards the boys, and, consequently, JJ. JJ, who recently causes your heart to flutter a little extra every time his hand brushes yours. Though you don’t think there’s a way that he possibly feels the same about you, you relish in the small touches through which you both show your affection. You two are always linked somehow, especially when in public, but you wouldn’t have noticed that it was anything else if Kiara hadn’t pointed it out. 
John B had texted the group to get ready to party tonight, as usual. As soon as you responded to the text, you unlocked your front door for JJ to come, as you knew he would. Even though he doesn’t need to get ready, he always waits for you to get ready in your room, and hangs out with you before every party. Just as you thought, JJ popped into your house with a quick “hey” and immediately went to your room. 
“There’s the pogue princess” he smirked as he saw you fixing your hair. Choosing to ignore the rush in your blood that occured when you heard JJ call you princess, you rolled your eyes at the nickname. You could never be called a kook, but somehow the nickname princess has stuck. With your pretty h/c hair and large e/c eyes, you looked a bit like royalty. Well, as much like royalty as a poor girl from the cut can look. Still, nothing stopped the boys from annoyingly calling you ‘princess Y/N’. Truthfully, you didn’t mind when JJ did it. You realized that you’ve been overthinking for the past few seconds, and quickly snarked back an expected response. 
“Well, someone here has to look good and right now I’m pulling for the whole team”.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice the odd pause as JJ clutched his heart and dramatically fell back on your bed, mock offended. 
You finished getting ready and decided to simply put a bandana on your head and leave your hair down, knowing that JJ loved to card his hands through it. Sure enough, as soon as you laid down next to him, JJ’s hands naturally found their way to your head. While lying on your bed in your room with a boy sounds really romantic, truthfully this was normal. JJ, sadly, was just treating you as always. As your conversation naturally came to a lull, you wished that JJ thought of you the same way you thought of him. As someone you really, really liked, and never want to be apart from. JJ has been such a big part of your life, even more than Pope and John B, so it’s only natural that you see him in the rest of your life too. You force yourself to accept that JJ just sees you as a friend, and resign yourself to supporting JJ no matter what your relationship, or lack thereof, is. You must have let out a sigh, as JJ’s hands still for a second, and he asks
“Y/N, what’s up?”
“Just ready for this party and tired of waiting!” You lie, but he accepts it as he jumps up and takes your hand. 
“Lucky for you, it’s time. M’Lady” He mock bows as he escorts you from your room, and you both make your way down to the Boneyards. 
Your arm naturally slips into the crook of his as you both see your friends and walk over to where they are gathered. Kiara gives you a weird look, like she knows something you don’t, but you ignore it as John B speaks
“Now that everyone’s here, let’s party!”  You can tell that he’s already one or more drinks in, and you’re eager to catch up. You pat JJ on the shoulder as you tell the group 
“I’m gonna grab something to drink” 
JJ starts to speak but you cut him off
“YES JJ I’ll get you a drink, who do you think I am” 
You hear laughter behind you, and smile to yourself as you make your way over to the keg. You fill up two red solo cups with the drink, knowing that Kiara would yell at you about the environmental impact of plastics at parties but choosing to prioritize function over future. 
On your way back to the group, you’re stopped by a cute Touron who had been looking at you since you arrived. 
“Hey there, how’re you doing” he asked.
“Just getting started, doing good so far” you chuckle, looking at the boy. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, but think that unfortunately it’s not the blue eyes that you are so longing for. 
As if summoned by your thoughts, you suddenly feel a hand on your lower back and look to the side to see JJ at your side.
“Hey Y/N” he says, “Thanks for the drink!”
“No problem” you respond, and when you look back at where the Touron was, he was gone. You didn’t mind, and JJ and you walked the last little distance to the group. 
You talk with the group, all making fun of Pope and recounting the time he fell off the dock when he thought he saw a bee, and you rest your head on JJ’s shoulder as you get more tipsy and tired. He shifts a bit to be more stable for your weight on him, and you can feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughs. Suddenly, you feel Kiara pulling you upright by your arm.
“I love this song!” she calls.
“John B, hold our drinks” she ignores his sputtered protest as she takes both her and your drink and shoves them off to John B. You laugh as you’re dragged into the middle of the crowd, throwing one last look over your shoulder towards your best friends and making eye contact with JJ, who is watching you as always. 
After you finish dancing for quite a bit, you turn to head back to the boys but Kiara stops you, and beckons to step a bit farther from the party’s center so you can talk. 
You’re confused as to what is going on, and Kiara only makes you more confused when she asks  “So, did it happen?”
“Did what happen?” you’re puzzled.
“You and JJ, of course!” Now you’re even more confused. “What do you mean? What would happen to us”
Kiara scoffs lovingly, as if she can’t believe you don’t get it. “I was hoping that y’all finally realized you both like each other”
“I-he-we-what” you stutter, feeling a blush attack your cheeks. 
“Don’t you see it? JJ definitely likes you” Kiara states. 
“Who are you always with? JJ. Who’s always touching you? JJ. Hell, he couldn’t even stand to see you talking to that Touron for five minutes without coming over. And he hasn’t hung out with another girl for weeks!” 
Your mind is reeling as you process this information. You try to defend that you’re like that with all the boys, but you know it’s not true. And anyway, you’re secretly thrilled that JJ might actually like you back. 
Before you can think any more, you hear John B calling to both of you
“Ladies! I thought we were dancing? Let’s dance!” 
Your drinks forgotten and your thoughts occupied by what Kiara said, you join the entire pogue squad and dance for the rest of the night. The entire time, you’re having an argument with yourself in your mind. You don’t want to ruin anything with JJ, but also really want to tell JJ that you like him. You decide that if JJ touches you again, you’ll admit your feelings to him and hope for the best. 
After everyone is all danced out and more than a little bit drunk, the party disperses and you walk with JJ back to the Chateau, where you’re both spending the night. He slings his arm around you, and pulls you close. Before you can chicken out, you slow down to separate from the rest of the pogues and blurt out 
“I like you”
“Aww Y/N, I like you too” JJ responds, but you know he doesn’t get it. You stop walking, and turn to look JJ in the eyes. 
“No, I like you. JJ, I like you so much I can’t explain. You’re everything to me” You confess, nervous because now he knows and you can’t avoid it anymore. 
JJ stills, and moves even closer before responding 
“Well that’s lucky, because you’re everything to me”
Before you can even begin to process the fact that your feelings are reciprocated, he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You melt into him, and when you break apart he pulls you into his side again to keep walking. You let out a little sigh of disappointment, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry princess, we’ve got all night to do that” 
And you do. 
When Kiara gives you that look again once you arrive at the Chateau, you simply respond by pulling JJ even closer and smiling. You are so happy that now you have an excuse to enjoy all the contact with JJ that you could ever want. And you want it all.
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fezcosbitch · 4 years ago
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JJ MAYBANK IMAGINE:
PASSION AND WILD REGRET 2
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After a few requests, here’s the second part to passion and wild regret
you can read part 1 here
if the link doesn't work please tell me! x
I hope you enjoy ❤️
You can request if you want x
Warnings: Angst, hella angst. Also the pogues (kie) are rude in this one like...RUDE. Reader is confrontational and not gonna lie, i’m here for it, like I wish I could do this. also if you like Kie... you about to not like Kie, shes a bit off the rails, mega jealous ex here.
All feedback’s welcome, as long as its not mean or rude 💙
So yeah, hopefully you enjoy❤️
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It was 2:57 when i woke up the following morning, or evening, and i had absolutely no clue what to  do with myself. I had an immense headache, and a deep pain in my heart. How could they do that? say that? You had been there for them all, through everything. Yet somehow they decide to say all that about you. You were there for Kie when she was at her lowest point, you found her in the bathrooms with Sarah, yet when Sarah left, you stayed, and she never saw it. When John B felt like he would never fit in, and you were the only one (apart from JJ) who stuck by him. Or pope, who, for preparation for his college interview wanted someone to revise with so he wouldn’t be lonely for hours on end, and when everyone opted to surf and sun tan instead of help him, you were the one to stay behind and assist him in his studies, while you could’ve been outside in the summer, tanning and surfing. And  then JJ, the person who undoubtedly hurt you the most. You were there for him all the time. Throughout all the beatings his dad gave him. And all the angry times he almost threw his life away by getting arrested. You saved him from so much, and yet he repays you by saying you’re too much for him, and not worth him.
You couldn’t stand having these thoughts festering around in your mind, so decided that the best thing would be to confront the pogues, and ask why they thought what they did. You hopped in your car and drove over to the chateau, ready to either make or break all your supposed friendships.
Pulling up to the chateau, You saw all the pogues sitting around the porch, talking about something you couldn’t hear. After you’ve stepped out your car, you slam the door shut and lock it, as all the pogues heads turn to look at you. JJ immediately gets up and heads towards you, while the rest of the pogues stand up behind him.
“oh baby I-” JJ started, tears brimming in his eyes already just wanting to apologize over and over again. “don’t even JJ, don’t even start” you said , shaking your head at him “I-” he tried again desperate for you to hear what he wanted to say. “NO JJ, NO. You don’t get to speak over me ok? none of you do. I cant believe you guys i mean, how dare you. I’ve done nothing but stick by you! all of you! yet you repay me like this? wow, Thanks guys I really appreciate that yeah. Just, I can’t believe all of you.” You quickly let out, looking at all of them
“I DIDN’T AGREE WITH THEM BABY I SWEAR” JJ bursts out, desperate for you to forgive him. “what?” you question, immediately wanting to know if this is true. “ I-I-I don’t know what you heard but I never agreed to what they said,I would never, please baby believe me, I know you’ve done so much for me, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I argued fully with them all night, I never once agreed, please take me back.” JJ begged, now directly in front of you grasping onto your hands. “is this true?” you asked the rest of the pogues behind him, desperate to find out if it was true or not, desperately wanting someone on your side. All the pogues solemnly nodded, proving to you that JJ did in fact argue against his friends. You looked him dead in the eye “of course i’ll take you back idiot, i kind of stormed of halfway through, didn’t get to hear what you said” you told him smiling through your tears of joy due to knowing that JJ did in fact fight for you. you quickly take him in your arms and hold him tight, “I’m so sorry” you whispered, knowing it must of been hard for him to read the letter you left him. “It’s ok” he whispered back, lightly kissing your shoulder. In that moment you both knew you were never going to let go of each other again, and that if needed, you’d swim entire oceans to be together. 
In all of that chaos you had forgotten the pogues behind you, who you initially came here for. Breaking out of the hug between you and JJ, you turn to face them with all your pent up anger ready to be unleashed, and knowing JJ was safely with you, and prepared to go to the end of the earth with you, you felt ready to take on whatever your ‘friends’ say to you. 
“What about you guys then?” you started off. “What was that all about? all the ‘Y/ns not good enough for you’, and the ‘she’ll only bring you down’ what was all that?” you questioned looking around at all three of them “Its our honest thoughts” Kie spoke up, making you turn to look at her. “really?” you questioned, cocking one eyebrow. “yeah” she responded, crossing her arms. “boys?” you asked, wanting to see if they agreed. John B was the first to nod his head, almost instantly, and pope slowly after, agreeing with his statement. “wow... All my friends hate me.” you whistled, slowly coming to the full realization. JJ grasped your hand, to remind you that he was there for you. “We don’t hate you y/n... we just hate you and JJ being together” John B backed Kiara up, acting as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “why bro? why can’t you just be happy for us?” JJ questioned from behind you, genuinely curious “ because bro, Shes a bad influence. She doesn’t care bro, not about you, us, anyone man why can’t you see that? sure shes cool and stuff and shes a fun friend but that’s all she should ever be” John B ranted. “ What the fuck bro? All of you think that? wow. So everything I’ve ever done for you guys is washed away by some dumb mistakes right? I do some drugs and SHIT I’m the worst person in the world right? everything I’ve ever done forgotten because of some things I do when I’m drunk right?” you questioned all at once, trying to show them how stupid they were being. “Yes” Kiara responds. “Yes because we don’t know what else you’ll do. First it’s molly, next its what? METH?” Kiara stressed. “You’re unreliable, and God knows what you could get JJ into.” she finished. “wha- Kie why are you SO scared about what JJ could get into man? Like what?  I’d never hurt him, or do anything like that, I love him man, so what are you so worried about?” you ranted, confused by Kies emotions. Of course you understood her worry for her friends. but she didn’t say that about John B, or Pope, so why JJ? “BECAUSE YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM! YOU NEVER DID” Kie fully lets out. Ah, you understood now. “You jealous Kiara?” you questioned? “you want JJ yeah? want him to be with you, so now everything I do apparently is more of a reason for him to be with you yeah?” you finally said, having worked out why she was so angry. Kie and the rest of the pogues were silent at your discovery. “wait, what about you guys?” you questioned the two boys. “well uhh, Kie kinda told us you may have cheated on J”
your jaw dropped. 
“THE FUCK KIE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” you were shocked at the lies she was spilling. “ WELL YOU DON’T DESERVE HIM ANYWAY, THE MORE PEOPLE THAT SEE THAT MAYBE THE MORE HE’LL REALIZE IT, WHO CARES IF THERE’S A COUPLE OF LIES” all of you stood there shocked at what Kie just said. “ the fuck-” JJ started, shocked out of his mind that Kie would say something like that. “ I can’t even. Don’t talk to me Kiara, don’t even approach me until i say so, oh and sort out your major jealousy problem, it’s not cute honey” you said while getting in your car, waiting for JJ to enter in the passenger side. After J got in, you started the car and rolled down your window, “oh and I forgive you boys, i understand why you did it, so like don’t worry. Sort it out Kie, love” you sarcastically grinned and waved to her as you drove away.
“Jesus Christ” you said to JJ “you know I’d never cheat on you don’t you?” you questioned just to make sure. “no of course i know you wouldn’t, its just, the fuck was that with Kie like, what even?” JJ responded. “Honestly, I don’t even know. I forgive John B and Pope cause like, obviously, they were lied to and lead to believe all that but like. How can she be so jealous man?” you questioned, genuinely curious about how one person could be so jealous of another. “I don’t know baby, I don’t know” J responded while kissing your hand.
even though you were away from it all, one question played on your mind...why would she do that?
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So yeah... Kie did that.
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thatshithurted8 · 4 years ago
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Hurricane Season
Summary: Despite being awoken during the early hours of the morning JJ makes sure to comfort reader when she needs him most.
Prompt 32: “You come into my room at 4am just to cuddle?” Requested by @somekindofsapphic  
Warnings: Mention of hurricanes, storms and death.
Word Count: 1.9k
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Every time a hurricane was predicted to make land fall in the Outer Banks you found yourself taking refuge at the Chateau with John B, JJ and your dog, Coast. Kiara and Pope would always help you guys prepare with getting food and boarding up the house, but they would always go back to their houses where they would embrace the storm with their parents. 
JJ on the other hand despised going home so much that he wouldn’t want to be there even if it meant he was protected from a hurricane. Unlike Pope and Kiara’s parents though, JJ’s dad couldn’t give a flying fuck about JJ’s whereabouts and you all felt for him because of that. But that’s where your mom differed from the rest of your friends parents. 
Your mom cared and loved you deeply, but she was a nurse at the local hospital so she had to be there when first responders got there after the storm. With that being said she knew how scared you were of storms and hurricanes in specific. 
So you found yourself engulfed in darkness on the pull out couch in John B’s living room, with Coast laying at your feet. You could hear the storm brewing outside, the wind actually just started to pick up within the past hour or so, waking you up from your already reckless slumber. 
You listen as the wind gets louder and louder and the sound of the heavy rain hitting against the outside of the chateau becomes deafening.
You were already focused on controlling your breathing, but you could feel the panic wash over you. Like you, Coast was also awake and she sensed your discomfort so she gets up, stretches and lays down beside you. 
Appreciatively you pet your brown furred dog and pull her closer to your side for comfort. Luckily enough for you Coast wasn’t scared of storms, in fact she wasn’t phased by them at all she just hated the fact that she couldn’t go outside to pee. If she was afraid of them you don’t know what you would do since you would have to comfort not only yourself, but her as well. 
After a few minutes of distracting yourself with petting Coast the power goes out, leaving you in complete darkness. You let out a whimper as you feel around for your phone on the side table. Once you find it you check the time and see that it was 4:03am. You wondered if JJ or John B were awake as well. Surely they’ve woken up to the loud storm outside. 
You set your phone back down, not wanting to drain the battery considering you didn’t know when the next time you would have power. Coast nudges your hand with her snout, signalling that she wanted you to continue petting her. While you scratch Coast’s head a battle went on in yours. 
You were debating on going to see if JJ was awake or not. Your anxiety was starting to get the best of you and you could feel the panic attack slowly taking over your body. 
Taking deep breaths you try to convince yourself that you were okay and it’s not fair to JJ to intrude on his slumber just because you were scared. However, as much as you wanted your pep talk and convincing to work, it didn’t. Suddenly, something that sounded like a tree falling, crashes onto the ground outside, causing both you and Coast to jump in your spot. 
“Fuck this.” You mutter to yourself, quickly getting up with Coast following behind you. 
JJ stirs around in what used to be Big John’s bed when something outside falls down. Everyone knew that JJ Maybank was a heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything. Although as you open the door to the bedroom causing the wood to squeal against the hinges the blonde stirs around again and ultimately wakes up. It was like his body sensed that you were in his presence and he didn’t want to embarrass himself around you by drooling or something. After all, he has had a giant ass crush on you for as long as he could remember. 
“JJ.” You call out whispering while walking slowly over to the bed with your hands out to find it. 
“Mhmm?” JJ asks rubbing his eyes, trying to locate you in the dark room. 
“I’m really scared can I sleep with you?” You ask however JJ only hears the part where you ask to sleep with him. 
“What time is it?” He asks, ignoring your question. 
“Four.” 
He leans up on one arm and lifts his eyebrow. “You come into my room at 4am just to cuddle?” He asks with a sly smile on his face. 
You stand there biting the inside of your cheek as rain continues to pour down against the chateau. “Well since I’m scared wouldn’t that be part of the deal?” 
“Wait what?” JJ asks sitting up, realizing he must’ve heard you wrong when you first came in. 
“The storm is making me scared and anxious so can I sleep with you?” JJ didn’t even realize that Hurricane Agatha has started her wrath against the Outer Banks until you mentioned it.
For most guys a girl coming into their room at four in the morning because they were scared would make them groan and fall back to sleep. But for JJ he could feel his cheeks flushing at the idea of you coming to him for comfort. Even though he didn’t want you to be scared or upset he couldn’t stop his heart beat from increasing at your simple question. It also made him feel good that someone was coming to him for safety and security. He has always acted like your personal security blanket, always protecting you from things, but it made the butterflies in JJ’s stomach flutter every time you came to him. 
Just as JJ was about to utter out a sleepy ‘yes, of course’ a loud rumble of thunder basically shakes the chateau causing you to jump into the bed with the blue eyed boy. He chuckles at your response to the loud noise and moves over a bit to give you more room before wrapping an arm around you. 
Once JJ looked at your face though he realized it was no laughing matter. From what he could see in the darkly lit room you were scared. 
“Hey it’s okay.” He says softly while bringing you close to his chest. In return you wrap your arms around his slender waist, finally allowing yourself to let your emotions out. 
Coast jumps onto the bed to see if you were okay as you start to whimper and cry into JJ’s chest. “Shhh it’s going to be okay. It’s just some bad weather and everything will fine soon.” JJ coos, resting his large hand on the back of your head and rubbing his thumb softly against your hair. 
JJ knew how scared you were of storms and hurricanes. At times he’s almost certain you have a phobia of them. It made sense for them to make you scared though, after all they were linked to the first traumatic event you’ve ever experienced. 
In 2011 hurricane Irene made land fall in OBX and the destruction was devastating. However, the destruction you saw outside wasn’t as close to the destruction hurricane Irene caused to your life. You remember vividly watching your dad leave your small house in the cut, blowing kisses to you and your mom standing on the porch before he left for work. He was a first responder and that was the last time you ever saw him alive. One storm derailed your entire life even at a young age. 
Your parents were already struggling financially to begin with, since the only source of income your family received was from your dad. Your mom was in school to become a surgeon and you guys were drowning in student debt because of it. However, it was going to be all worth it when your mom finally got her dream job, but that never happened. Once your dad died your mom dropped out of school and settled to be a nurse instead, which was still a good job however, it was still a horrible time in your life. 
As your panic attack takes full strength hiccups and coughs fall out of your mouth. It felt like the dark room was shrinking as your chest contracted and windpipe tightened. “I can’t breathe.” You gasp out while you push yourself away from the boy that loved you more than life itself. Your hand reached up towards your throat and you start to scratch at the delicate skin as if to make a hole so you could finally breathe.
JJ has been your closest friend since you could remember and he knows you like the back of his hand. With that being said he’s been there with you for countless of panic attacks. 
The blonde quickly sits up, disturbing Coast who just laid down at the end of the bed. He grabs your hand with his and brings it down to your side as he hovered over top of you. Your chest continued to heave up and down with tears streaming down your face. 
“Y/N look at me.” JJ says concerned, starring down into your red eyes. You listen to what your best friend had to say and made eye contact with him, but your panic attack continued. 
“Take a deep breath. Follow me.” He says taking a deep breath through his nose then letting it out of his mouth. You repeat what JJ does to the best of your ability, causing JJ to nod his head in encouragement. Not long after, your panic attack finally subsided and you were reeling from trauma you just faced physically and mentally. 
JJ moves the hair that was sticking to your face and drying tears before placing the blanket over top of you and lying down himself. “Thank you J.” You softly mumble out. 
“I’m always here for you.” The blonde simply says then places a kiss on the back of your head. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer when he hears the wind outside to continue to whip and whirl, but you were too scared and mentally drained to react to the sounds you hated. 
After a few moments of neither of you saying anything JJ decides to speak up, not knowing if you were awake or not. “Y/N?” 
“Yea J?” 
“I know storms and hurricanes bring back bad memories for you, but have you ever thought about it in a different perspective?” 
“What do you mean?” You ask pulling yourself closer to JJ’s chest when you hear a loud crack come from outside. Another tree just became another victim of hurricane Agatha. 
“Like what if when ever there’s storms and they get bad just try to think that it’s your dad saying hi to you or blowing kisses to you from where ever he is.” 
JJ wasn’t the type of person to talk about deep and personal stuff, but when it came to you he was an open book and vice versa for you. Although, since JJ was so used to being closed off in that sense he didn’t give the best advice, but what he just said was perfect. 
You’ve never thought about storms in that light, you would only associate them with negative experiences and emotions, but JJ’s simple sentence gave a whole new meaning and positive light to them. Of course his statement wasn’t going to get rid of your fear of storms, but it was a start. 
And in that moment you were so grateful for the blonde and blue eyed boy, more than he would ever know. 
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Question of the day: Whats your biggest fear?
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grailfinders · 4 years ago
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Fate and Phantasms #167
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Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making the single horniest character in FGO (in every sense of the word), Heaven’s Hole, a.k.a. Kiara Sessyoin. One half enlightened saint, 99% insatiable demon, all NSFW. Kiara’s an Open-Hand Monk to give off that aura of purity she loves so much, but she’s also a Great Old One Warlock to finally answer the question, “Can you really be a warlock if your patron is yourself?” (The answer is yes)
Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!
Next up: Cheer for your empress! Wooooo!
Race and Background
Kiara may be human, but she’s been infused with the spirit of an otherworldly horror. That’s a Kalashtar, baby! This gives her +2 Wisdom and +1 Charisma, as well as some other mentally themed goodies. Your Dual Mind gives you advantage on all wisdom saves, and your religious training gives you the Mental Discipline to resist psychic damage. You can Mind Link to creatures within 10 times your level in feet, speaking to them telepathically for up to an hour or until you end the effect or link with another creature. Finally, you’re Severed from Dreams, meaning you’re immune to spells involving your dreams. Sleep still works, Dream doesn’t. God I wish that was me, it would make youtube so much less annoying.
As a Devilish Bodhisattva, you’re kind of a Sage, giving you proficiency with the Arcana and History skills.
Ability Scores
First things first, you’ve got to be so hot you can make people masturbate to death. That’s non-negotiable. I’ll leave the exact mechanics of that to your imagination, but it’s probably based on Charisma. Aside from manipulating people, you’re also just as good at reading people, and that’s Wisdom. You fight in a habit and  do it all without dying, so your Dexterity isn’t that bad either. Unfortunately this leaves your Intelligence a little lower than we’d like. You’re a hacker nun, but we needed other stuff more. Your Constitution isn’t that great, you’re so eager for pleasure you don’t last that long. Finally, dump Strength. You’ve got a demon god to do all the lifting for you, who needs muscles?
Class Levels
1. Monk 1: Starting off as a monk gives you Unarmored Defense, which is really useful for that “not dying” thing you like to do. You also get Martial Arts, letting you use your dexterity for your unarmed attacks. You can also attack as a bonus action after attacking with your action, and your unarmed attacks deal 1d4 damage, and they grow as you level up.
You get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity Saves, as well as Insight for your psychological training, and Religion for the whole nun/buddhist thing. You have a lot going on as a character, to be honest.
2. Monk 2: Second level monks get Ki Points they can spend to attack twice, dash, disengage, or dodge as a bonus action. You also get Unarmored Movement to speed things up a bit, and you get even faster as you level up.
3. Monk 3: Third level monks can summon a bit of demon pillar to Deflect Missiles, slowing down incoming ranged weapons and possibly even shooting them back as a reaction. (Obviously the demon thing isn’t all monks, but hush.) You also set down the Way of the Open Hand, learning the Open Hand Technique in the process. When you hit a creature with a flurry of blows attack (the two attacks as a bonus action thing), you can: force a dexterity save to knock the enemy prone; force a strength save to push it away; or remove its ability to react for the round. I’m not sure how you touching a person makes them fall to their knees or get distracted, get your mind out of the gutter.
4. Monk 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Dexterity so you can actually hit people with your fists. You can also Slow Fall to reduce falling damage, presumably by swinging around on a demon pillar like some kind of spider woman, and you get Quickened Healing, letting you spend a ki point as an action to heal thy burgers. Despite your looks, you’re pretty tanky with all that healing.
5. Monk 5: Your Extra Attack does exactly what it sounds like, attacking twice in a single action. You can turn any of your attacks into Stunning Strikes, forcing a constitution save against getting stunned for a round. Ironically this is just leading into the explosive climax, where you beat the hell out of them. Where did you think I was going with that?
6. Monk 6: Sixth level monks get a little magical thanks to their Ki-Empowered Strikes so now your unarmed attacks ignore nonmagical damage resistances. You also gain a Wholeness of Body to heal yourself as an action. Unlike quickened healing, this baby heals you for 3 times your monk level once per long rest.
7. Warlock 1: Making your hands a little magical is nice, but we want to make stuff a lot of magical, and for that we’ll need to make some questionable deals. That’s where the Great Old One comes in, giving you Pact Magic you can cast with your Charisma and an Awakened Mind. It’s more telepathy. Not a huge boon, but now you can talk to two people at once, neat!
As far as spells go, Chill Touch lets you make creepy hands (kind of your thing), and Eldritch Blast gives you some generic magic projectiles. Charm Person makes you a bit more charming, and Protection from Evil and Good will help cut through those pesky rulers more easily by just straight up ignoring their god.
8. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, to customize your soul pact a bit. Beguiling Influence makes you proficient with Deception and Persuasion to help cover up the whole demon pillar thing, and Thief of Five Fates lets you cast Bane with a spell slot once per long rest, further weakening your enemies.
You can also cast Arms of Hadar to launch more arms all around you for an AoE attack.
9. Warlock 3: Kiara’s definitely a weird one when it comes to her pact boon. Books have kind of fallen out of fashion by 2030, she doesn’t use weapons, and she really doesn’t care for a sidekick. That leaves her with the Pact of the Talisman to make her a little bit better than everyone else, letting the wearer add 1d4 to a failed ability check Proficiency times per long rest.
She can also cast second level spells now, like Enthrall! She’s the only person in the world according to herself, and now she is to you too! Just fail that wisdom save and you’ll have disadvantage on perception checks to notice anyone else!
10. Warlock 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger warlock spells. You also get the On/Off cantrip from a super old UA to become a bit of a hacker, magically turning on or off an electronic device within range. You can also Detect Thoughts to be one hell of a therapist, being able to read the mind of a nearby creature as an action while the spell lasts. You can read surface thoughts over and over again, or you can probe deeper into the mind of a creature you’ve already read, forcing a wisdom save against the intrusion. Also, creatures are aware you’re reading their mind, and they can force a contested intelligence check to end the spell while they’re being read.
11. Warlock 5: Your first 3rd level spell is Hypnotic Pattern, to help dominate the minds of crowds all at once. You can also Mire the Mind to cast Slow once per long rest with a spell slot. Up to six creatures make a wisdom save, or they have their speed and AC reduced, take a penalty to dexterity saves, and can’t use reactions. On their turns, they can make either an action or bonus action, not both. It also can’t make more than one attack per turn. Finally, spellcasters affected by the spell have a 50% chance of taking 2 turns to cast a 1 action spell. Another wisdom save at the end of each turn can end the effect.
12. Warlock 6: All those hands and mind tricks coalesce into an Entropic Ward this level, letting you spend your reaction to impose disadvantage on an incoming attack. If it misses, you get advantage on your next attack against that creature. You can use this once per short rest.
You can also slip into your Heaven’s Hole persona by donning a Spirit Shroud, dealing more damage within a short area around you, preventing healing from enemies you hit with attacks, and slowing them down even further.
13. Monk 7: Bouncing back into monk gives you the Stillness of Mind to end effects messing with your thoughts as an action. The only person around here doing any charming today is you, thank you very much. You’d also be correct in saying the only person around here period is you, but I digress.
Your Evasion boosts your dexterity saves, so your failures are as good as other people’s successes, and your successes avoid damage entirely.
14. Monk 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Wisdom to become more observant, and get stronger techniques and a higher AC.
15. Monk 9: Ninth level monks get an Unarmored Movement Improvement, helping you run straight up walls and over water, as long as you end the turn on solid ground. Admittedly that’s not very in-character, but you’ve got tentacles growing outta ya, I’m sure you can justify it somehow.
16. Monk 10: Tenth level monks have a Purity of Body that makes you immune to poisons and disease.
17. Monk 11: Your final level of monk grants you a Tranquility that makes you harder to hit, effectively giving you the effect of a Sanctuary spell starting and ending on your long rests, though the spell ends early if you directly attack or cast a spell at an enemy. While active, creatures trying to attack you directly have to make a wisdom save. If they fail, they have to choose a new target or waste their action. The DC is 8 + your wisdom modifier + your proficiency bonus.
18. Warlock 7: Seventh level monks get fourth level spells, like Evard’s Black Tentacles. A 20′ square becomes a mass of tentacles (or demon god pillars), forcing a dexterity save against taking bludgeoning damage and get restrained. They can use their action to try and escape the tentacles, otherwise they don’t get a save on their next turn to avoid damage.
You can also use your Gaze of Two Minds to see and hear though a willing humanoid, like, say, your enthralled servants. Great for espionage, or just being a creep in general.
19. Warlock 8: Use your last ASI to max out your Charisma for super strong spells and the most sex appeal you can squeeze into a single servant.
You can also cast Summon Aberration now to give Zepar a bit of breathing room outside of your body. Honestly the poor guy deserves a break.
20. Warlock 9: Ninth level warlocks get fifth level spells, and Dominate Person lets you completely take over a creature’s mind. They have a wisdom save to avoid it, and they can make another every time they take damage, but if you’re forcing them into a really one sided fight, like say, against an agent of the counter force, that’ll be a one hit kill, so you don’t have to worry too much.
You also get one last invocation, and the Grasp of Hadar turns your eldritch blasts into even more hands, so once per turn you can pull a creature hit by the blast 10 feet closer to you. Bet they thought they were real smug waiting on the other side of your tentacle pit, huh?
Pros:
With an AC of 16, tons of mobility, and a wisdom save between you and even getting hit in the first place, you can be tough to attack, giving you a weird sort of tankiness to avoid conflict altogether.
You’re also good at manipulating people, with charms, mind reading, and just good persuasion scores making it easy for you to turn the tide of a conversation in your favor. Also if you’re having trouble with an enemy you can just dominate them and tell them to jump off a cliff, really easy. You won’t even have to fight if you can just inspire a mob to do it for you.
While the biggest part of your defense does come with a caveat, you’re good at indirect combat, which will keep your sanctuary up longer. Sure, you can’t cast spells affecting a creature, but you can always cast a spell now, and have it affect a creature later, the old “I’m just moving my fist and walking forward, if you get hit it’s your own fault” technique. Putting Evard’s Tentacles down between you and enemies, summoning aberrations, and just using On/Off to cause industrial accidents are all ways to get around this restriction and leave you looking clean as a brand new pair of panties.
Cons:
Your dexterity isn’t great, especially for a monk. That’ll make it harder to effectively use your martial techniques later in the game, and it also hampers your AC.
Despite all your defenses and healing, you’re still only rocking a touch over 100 HP, meaning a light sneeze will put you into power word kill territory. Which is, admittedly, still affected by your Tranquility, so it might not be a bad way to trick people into wasting a 9th level spell...
You only get two spells per short rest, that just isn’t enough to manipulate everyone you want to, so you’ll have to learn to pick and choose what happens when.
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scottfuckingreed · 3 years ago
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It’s a Pogue Thing - Part Three
This is a JJ Maybank story
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Warnings!: swearing and mentions of abuse
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     I wake up alone. Not only without JJ, but also without Kiara. I’m confused until I smell it... breakfast? It can’t be. Throwing myself out of bed, I dress myself and prepare myself for the brightness outside this room. “Ah there she is!” John B smiles. Before I can even react. a bit of toast bounces off of my head. All I can do is shut my eyes. I’m not even a fully functioning human yet. “Thanks,” I slide my feet across the floor, all the way to the couch. “Nice sleep?” Kiara chuckles, handing me an ‘in tact’ piece of toast. “It was alright.” I shrug. Internally I feel giddy. “You looked like you were pretty deep into it,” she adds. I was. She’s absolutely right. “I bet she was,” the husky morning voice of JJ erupts as he comes out of the bathroom. “Especially after last night.” His words get linked with a wink, followed by my heart stopping. “Yeah I’m sorry about that guys...” I flash my eyes straight over to John B. I’m definitely overthinking everything. Why would anyone even think JJ and I would ever? We wouldn’t. I guess that’s not true anymore. Either way, I’m fully awake now. “I didn’t realize it would be such a dead end.” Kiara’s hand cups John B’s shoulder in attempt to comfort. The blend of pain and disappointment in his voice was radiating through him. I wish there was another way; an easier way. “We just need to look closer. I’m sure there’s something,” I lie. “Are we sure there’s anything to find at all?” I throw my bread at the jackass. “JJ!” Ki follows. “You’re just pissed ‘cause I’m being honest. I’m sorry John, but what are we going on again?” I decide to stay quiet. “It doesn’t hurt to look again-” “You guys do what you want.”
     Not fully sure why, I rush my shoes on and follow the boy storming away. I feel somewhat protective over him. It’s a strange feeling. “JJ! Wait!” I call, jogging to catch up with him. He hardly slows. The anger was pretty much radiating off of his body. “If you’re here to-” “I’m here because I agree with you,” he pauses and frowns. “Even if there’s nothing, we still have to try.” Saying those words aloud feels like betrayal. I wish I had the guts to say what I thought, just like JJ, but there’s a time and a place. And both of those were wrong in that moment. “It’s false hope.” His words are blunt. “I know,” I whisper. I smooth my hair back with my hands. “You- he needs this JJ.” As he nods, he rolls his eyes. “He’s my best friend Y/N-” “I know JJ, but you just need to be a little more sensitive.” Once again, he rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just can’t lie to him,” shrugging, I realize this will continue to go in circles. “Fine,” I give up. A little frustrated, I turn around and start walking back to John B’s. “Where are you going?” I turn around quickly. I can’t help but frown at him. Like a dog, I tilt my head slightly to the side. “I thought we could grab some breakfast?” “I- what?” “I can tell you’re pissed.” Wow. Is it that obvious? I guess I don’t hide my emotions very well. “We ate at John’s...” I don’t know if I want to eat with him right now. “No. I didn’t eat, and you threw yours at me. Come on,” he nods and walks away from me. That’s it? And of course I follow him. I can’t not. 
     The walk was too quiet. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it had the ‘do I speak now or not’ vibe. When we get to a table in a small cafe, I sit opposite him slowly. “You can’t be that mad at me...” He chuckles slightly. Then comes the smirk. I didn’t know a look could do so many things to a person. It makes me want to slap him so bad. It also just makes me smile. “I’ll buy the food?” He tempts. “Do I even want to know where you get your money from?” The top and bottom lip press together on the boy’s face. “Probably not, you’re a good girl,” he winks. 
     Food. The boy truly knows me. So once that glorious breakfast spread was displayed in front of me - those exquisite eggs, the beautiful bacon, that tasty ass toast - he was forgiven. No grudges. I don’t even remember why I was even annoyed at him. “Wow,” is all I can express. Only a very small number of things can make me speechless. This is at the top of that list. “I know, I’m amazing,” he nods with a smug look on his face. Even when he’s joking about it, he always looks incredibly pleased with himself. I wish I had his confidence... or arrogance. Which either one it is, it works for him. Which is an utter shame. 
     We both indulged in every bite. Our plates looked both new and pristine. I am entirely and completely stuffed, and yet - if someone offered it to me - I could probably eat more. Although, I would definitely be sick. “That was so fucking good,” I let out in a ‘little too sexual’ of a moan. “That’s hot,” he informs me. God he’s so annoying. “Don’t even try it, JJ,” I wave my fork towards him. My threat just causes his to smirk. “So, what do you wanna do now?” A pleading smile gleams across his face. It’s not like me to give in to such tendencies. I just cannot seem to help it when it comes to JJ. “You don’t wanna go back to your boyfriend’s?” I tease. “Not really,” he shrugs. “I need a break from all that crime shit for today.” I don’t blame him. I hate to say it, but it brings an awkward and depressing atmosphere. I do feel bad for John B, but it’s too much if it’s all the time. A break, as selfish as it sounds, is what I need for today.
      As I stand up from my seat, my eyes immediate lock to the next customers walking through the door. Topper and Rafe. All I can think to do is sit back down. Just before my body starts zoning out, I hear JJ’s voice. “What are you doing?” He laughs in confusion. I haven’t been very open about mine and Rafe’s ‘relationship’ at all. I hate to even call it that. They know that he was a dick, which is the biggest understatement of the century, and they know we had a pretty awful break up. That’s it. At least I wish that was it. 4 months isn’t long enough to heal after... him. It’s just not. He’s mentally, emotionally, and literally physically everywhere. I nod my head, hinting at him to turn around. “Ah.” Is all he says. Rafe sends an obvious smirk to Topper, before making a straight line towards me and JJ. “Hey beautiful,” my skin crawls at his words. He makes me so angry, but I struggle to find the words to say. “What do you want Rafe?” I let out in a harsh tone. I wish I could scream at him, and just call him out on every single thing, but I can’t. Fuck. “Just here for something to eat,” he raises his eyebrows and smirks, placing a heavy hand on JJ’s shoulder. He doesn’t even budge, just lets an annoyed smile spread across his face. Topper chuckles at his best friend’s revolting sexual innuendo. “Why are you such a little bitch?” JJ nudges Topper on his side. It was just a poke, but it sent Topper moving. “What did you just call me?” Topper moves back towards him. JJ shoots up out of his chair. “You heard me, I don’t think you can move much further up his ass,” I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Can we just go?” His eyes just stare into Topper’s, while Rafe looks proudly at his boy. “JJ...” I wrap my hand around his forearm and pull slightly. “Fine.” Just as I get the boy to move away from the scene, Rafe decides to make the comment, “Who’s the bitch now?!” As you can expect, JJ does a 180 and darts back towards the two assholes. A fist hits my ex’s face. 
“God JJ,” I raise my voice slightly at the boy, sucking in my sad emotions. If anything I’m annoyed at myself for not being to stick up for myself. It’s just so hard to see him, let alone hear his voice. And to communicate with him? It feels almost impossible. “Why are you annoyed at me?” He snaps. “I’m not, I just wish you’d know when to leave things alone,” I roll my eyes. “I’m not your bitch Y/N.” I ignore him. I know he’s not. I realise I am probably projecting my frustration out now, and taking it out on someone who is very easy to argue with. “No, you don’t even fucking listen to me.” I speed up my walk. There are several things I need to do; breathe is the first one, then probably punch something or someone, then cry. Crying sounds like a plan. Footsteps inch closer and closer behind me. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just-” “I know.” I stop him. If he asks that question, the question I have avoided since the break up, I will break down. Fragile is an understatement. I’m like a bird with a broken wing, or a dried out twig ready to snap. One little gush of wind and I’m done. I will break. “Did something else happen, with you and Rafe?”
flashback
I made a joke. That’s it. I was caught up in the moment, and made a joke that he didn’t find funny. I could tell. He didn’t shout. He didn’t even raise his voice. He just stayed silent. His face just dropped. He’s pissed. He’s pissed at me. There was no retaliation, solely because his friends were around. Topper was there. There were other’s there. Now there’s not. I’m fucked. 
“Look, Rafe, I didn’t mean-” “You didn’t mean it? All you do it fucking embarrass me! You always mean it!” He shouts. The rasp in his voice startles me, and instantly pushes the tears out of my eyes. I’m scared. I’m scared of him. I’m scared for me. “I was just joking around, I-I-I-I” I stutter. The words pause as I get pushed against the counter. The harsh corner stabs into my back, making me fall to the floor in pain. I sit quietened by the wind being pushed out of my body. My mouth stays wide in agonizing pain, but my scream is silent. There’s no weep. There’s not a cry. Just tears falling down my now heated cheeks. I take a deep inhale of breath. I have no strength, emotional or physical, to get myself off of the floor. I can’t... Not on my own. Rafe’s face sits in the sight of my blurred eyes, as he places himself in front of me. “I don’t know why you always do this baby,” his fingers, which were previously on harsh hands, caress my chin softly. A thumb wipes my tears. Instead of pushing him away like I should, I nuzzle my hand into his hand. I’ve made enough mistakes tonight. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. A set of lips go to my forehead. 
“Y/N...” A soft voice snaps me back to reality. That was early days. It wasn’t even bad then. I cough slightly. How awkward. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, in a tone I don’t know if I’ve ever heard JJ use. It was gentle and careful, and had meaning behind it. Despite JJ being an idiot, I trust JJ with my life. Literally. But this... I can’t tell anybody about it. Not a soul. “He broke my heart JJ,” honestly, I’m not sure if I lied to JJ or not. I don’t ever remember loving that guy. I must’ve. 
We head back to John B’s. Everyone other than Pope was still there. John was looking at the research his father gathered, and combining it with the little amount we’ve managed to find. Ki was cleaning his shitty place up. She’s way to good to that boy sometimes. Somehow, no matter how many times it gets cleaned, it’s always a huge mess. “Where did you guy’s go?” Luckily, with the long-ish walk back, we no longer look stressed. “We got breakfast,” I throw myself onto the couch. John B looks up from his pages and raises his eyebrows. “You never take me to breakfast!” He throws his hand over his heart, clearly in pain. “You’re not as good company as me John, just accept it.” “Did you pay for it?” Kiara asks. I immediately sit up, snapping my head to the boy as I realise. “You little thief,” JJ says before I can even speak. “No I-” “Damn Y/N, I must be rubbing off on you, finally.”
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twinkleallnight · 4 years ago
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Book: The Royal Romance AU
Characters: Rashad, Noah and his mother.
Word count: 760
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry except Noah.
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Features day 6 of TRR Appreciation Week hosted by @trraw
Link to the Series here.
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"Once upon a time, when we were young…"
"How young?" Noah asked. Rashad smiled at his little son. Noah was a spitting image of his father with dark black hair that fell in waves on his temples. His eyes were dark and he had dusky skin and the brightest of smiles.
"Ten years younger. It was the day of the festival of five kingdoms. A day to celebrate the union of kingdoms under the single flag of Cordonia. The royal palace was shining in its full glory. The ballroom was decorated to attract all the nobles of the great houses."
"You were there too, Pa?"
" Yes, I was there and your Mama was there too."
" Were you married?"
"No. I was appointed as a lawyer in the royal council and she was one of the ministers in the council. That day brought us closer to each other." Rashad remembered the painful circumstances that they survived together.
" We were all enjoying ourselves when suddenly there was a black out with a BOOM!"
Noah curled up in reaction.
Rashad placed a calming hand over his back and rubbed gently. "Are you sure you still want to listen to this story?"
"Yes Pa, please!" Noah straightened up to show he was brave enough.
Rashad chuckled. "It was an attack by assassins."
"As-a-?"
"Assassin. Bad people. Enemy. They came for the king but hurt anyone who came into their way."
"Were you scared Pa?"
"A tiny bit." Rashad showed with his thumb and finger slightly parted. "But we knew we had to be strong and fight."
"You fought?" Noah asked wide eyed, his heart swelling with pride. "There were royal guards to help. I was saved. There were many noises around me. But then I saw your Mama fighting with one of the assassins."
"Wow. My Mama?"
Rashad nodded. "The assassin was running away when I rushed to help her."
He hugged Noah before giving him the details ahead. "Mama was hurt." Noah stiffened. "But she showed a lot of courage. I helped her to get to the doctor. The doctor took care of the wound and Mama was fine in few days."
"Then you married her?"
Rashad laughed out. "What is the hurry little guy?"
Noah relaxed and lied down on his bed. "That is when you live happily ever after." He reasoned.
"We got married the next year." Kiara's voice came down from the door.
"Mama!" Noah squealed getting up and as she neared his bed, he jumped into his mother's arms.
Kiara kissed him and settled him back into his bed.
"Mama, I am proud of you." He beamed. "Does it hurt you now, where the ass-ass-in hit you?"
"No dear. Not anymore. Your Pappy took good care of Maman. Made me strong again." She looked at Rashad lovingly.
Rashad smiled and patted her cheek.
Kiara focused back on her son. "And now that you know we 'lived happily ever after', it's time to say good night."
She kissed his forehead and he cupped her face with his little hands kissing her chin.
Rashad ruffled Noah's wavy hair. "Good night little guy."
The parents left a peaceful and content Noah to sleep.
"How are you?" Rashad asked Kiara once they were inside their bedroom.
"Okay." Kiara answered in monosyllable.
Rashad closed the distance between them. He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I know this time of the year is always difficult for you."
Kiara sighed. "Especially when they are going to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Cordonia's victory over its enemies. The saga will be narrated to the public to commemorate the valour of our people. But it will be like digging into the old wounds of few people."
Rashad placed his palm over Kiara's heart and repeated Noah's question, "Does it hurt you now?" Intending to ask her emotional condition.
"Every single time I remember." She said with tears in her eyes.
He embraced her into a warm hug. "Oh Kiki! I am so sorry."
Beads of tears rolled down her cheeks as she said in a heavy voice, "Thank you Rashad. For always being there for me."
He carried her to their bed where she snuggled close to him and slept.
Rashad's hand grazed at the hem of her shirt and when it crossed the barrier of the cloth, it landed on the scar. The ugly remanant of the fateful day that they had to celebrate with their countrymen tomorrow.
He rested his chin on Kiara's head and gazed into the darkness. His eyelids grew heavy and he slowly dozed of to sleep.
After all they were living their happily ever after.
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hcywards · 5 years ago
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love — jj maybank
summary: in which jj maybank didn’t know how many types of love there were until y/n l/n asked exactly what type of love he felt for her
words: 2.4k+
t/w: swearing, a fight — blood mentions, and literally one mention of abuse that you won’t notice unless you squint, kissing, underage drinking
note: uhhh so this is my first fic and i don’t know how i feel about it but i’m a whore for jj so here we are
    Y/N had known JJ Maybank since she was four. 
     At four years old, thinking isn’t something you do often, and it was barely ever done with them. They did, rather than thought. They’d kiss each other’s cheeks as if it were nothing, change in front of one and another, sleep in the same bed. Hell, there were times when they’d had baths together.
     And the not thinking did work for a while. They didn’t think for a few years, and those few years were perhaps the most stress free years they’d ever experienced, because, when you don’t think, you don’t worry, and everything is carefree and happy.
     But there comes a time in your childhood when your not-thinking years come crashing down on you, and you have to think everything from the past few years through entirely. Suddenly, those cheek kisses could mean a lot more than just cheek kisses, but they could also just mean cheek kisses. Changing in front of each other couldn’t happen, because that meant more than ‘my clothes are soaked so I’m going to change them’; it meant ‘I have to undress in front of you’. Sleeping in the same bed? That had more connotations than imaginable. And, God forbid, sharing a bath? A pair of nine-year-olds couldn’t do that, no matter how close they were.
     When you first start thinking before doing, you don’t think that you could think any more than you do, but that had to be the most incorrect idea anyone’s ever had, because, now, sixteen-year-old Y/N seemed to do nothing but thinking, all the time.
     Which was how she came to the conclusion she was in love with her best friend.
     It was a conclusion she hated, and she wished she could turn back time and stop herself from thinking it, but she couldn’t, and now, every time she saw him, it was the only thing she was able to think — that she was in love with him, but he simply loved her.
     They’d drifted slightly as they grew older. They were still close, but not quite as much as they used to be, due to the thinking they both did. They were still in the same friend group, but JJ wouldn’t consider her his best friend any more. That place went to John B. And, as much as Y/N wished she could call JJ her best friend still, she knew that Kie was hers, not him.
     But did she wish she could still call him just her best friend? Did she not want him to be her boyfriend? Would she be able to stop herself from telling him everything if he was her best friend?
     There she went with the thinking again, the thinking she’d come to despise. She ran a hand over her face to bring herself out of her thoughts, taking a sip of her stale beer and looking out over the party. She then decided that idea was awful and tore her eyes back away from the scene quickly; she’d looked over at the dancing bodies and seen JJ with that stupidly beautiful blonde touron more times than she wanted to count, and she didn’t want to make the heart-wrenching mistake again.
     So, instead, her eyes went on the fire she was sat in front of, and she watched its flames dance in front of her eyes, swallowing back the jealousy that was still bubbling inside of her and instead focusing on the heat that the orange flames rolled over her. She watched it with such intensity she didn’t notice that Kie case to sit by her side, and jumped when the girl began to talk.
     “You should tell him,” the girl stated, as if it’d be that easy.
     Of course, Y/N wanted to tell him; she’d always wanted to tell him, ever since she found out. She wanted to tell him because she thought that, if she told him, he might stop talking about the last girl he had sex with in front of her, or blatantly hitting on another touron while she was stood right there. Maybe, deep down, part of her hoped he might feel the same, but she knew that part of her was stupid and still thought that a fan fiction reality might come true one day, when there was no way it could ever work. Not for her. And telling him would go awfully — it would probably tear them apart more than they already were, and Y/N didn’t want that to happen, ever. She wanted to have the ability to laugh with him, and drink with him and smoke with him and talk about when they were kids with him, not have it be awkward with him and only see him when she absolutely had to. So, she turned to Kiara with an eye roll, an exasperated expression on her face as she prepared for another repeat of the conversation they’d had plenty of times before.
     “Kiara,” she sighed, setting her drink by her side and pushing her hair out of her eyes. Kiara smiled bitterly, knowing exactly what her friend was going to say because she’d said it so many times before. “That’s stupid, and you know it. He doesn’t like me back. It’ll just make things awkward between us. And you know the rule.”
     “That rule sucks ass, and you know it,” Kiara replied. “Besides, things are already awkward between you because you keep on avoiding him. If you just told him, then maybe—"
     There was a loud shout that interrupted her, and the two girls looked up to see a circle of people beginning to form, the word “fight” ringing out around the beach loudly and repeatedly. Y/N and Kiara made eye contact, both rolling their eyes. Of course, every party had to end like this. Why couldn’t they all just go home, and not start punching each other?
     They stood up to go see who it was, anyway, pushing their way through the group of drunk teenagers and muttering the occasional sorry when they pushed too hard and sent one stumbling into another, grateful they didn’t manage to start a domino effect around the ring by the time they reached the centre.
     There, in the haphazard circle, was JJ and Rafe.
     Y/N wondered why she wasn’t surprised as she took another small step forward. Rafe had JJ pinned — obviously, they’d been fighting for a while before Kiara and Y/N heard, and the two girls looked at each other again, wincing at the cracks of Rafe’s knuckles on JJ’s cheeks.
     Y/N took another step forward, shrugging Kiara’s warning hand off of her. She’d broken up plenty of fights before, she knew what she was doing. Another step. JJ yelped in pain as a link on Rafe’s watch caught on his skin and ripped it, and more blood tricked down his cheeks, down his neck. It dripped on the sand in a steady pattern, staining the wet grains red. Another step. JJ kicked up at Rafe, trying to flip the pair. Rafe’s grip on him stopped him from doing so, but that didn’t mean he stopped struggling. Another step. JJ’s shirt pulled up to reveal bruising on his ribs — Y/N wasn’t sure whether that was from Rafe or his dad, and she wasn’t sure which one she’d be more content with.
     Finally, she reached him, shoving Rafe off of him with an easy kick and grabbing JJ’s hand to pull him up, an irritated but concerned frown on her face as she began pulling him through the crowd, ignoring Rafe’s shouts behind her. Now, she wasn’t thinking — she’d done this so often she didn’t need to think. She could just do, and not pay attention to anything else for once, and, for that, she was grateful.
     He stumbled with her as she lead him towards John B’a house, an arm over her shoulder and her arm around his waist in their usual way, as if Y/N felt even marginally close to usual. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her lungs constricted and her throat a narrow passageway. Breathing seemed to burn, and with each step she seemed to double in weight and half in speed. JJ’s arm was heavy on her shoulders as he rested a lot of his weight on her, and it took them a long time to reach John B’s — by that point, the other Pogues had joined them, and John B and Pope had managed to get JJ off of Y/N and have themselves take his weight, instead, which increased their pace considerably.
     Eventually, they got the near-unconscious boy to lay out across his bed, and Y/N was running to get the rubbing alcohol before anyone else had the time to think, because that was her speciality. She was back at JJ’s side within a second, and only paused when she realised she’d have to be over him to clean his wounds.
     He smiled at her, blood in his mouth and trickling down his chin, one eye already bruising and his lids squinted until the point they were almost shut.
     She frowned, but decided that thinking would waste time she didn’t have if she wanted to stop anything, and threw one leg over him to straddle him, resulting in him giving her an award-winning smirk that would’ve made her blush scarlet in any other situation.
     “You know, if you wanted to—” he began to murmur between the occasional spit of blood, and Y/N rolled her eyes.
     “Shut it, JJ. You’re not attractive when you’ve got blood on your teeth.”
     She leant forwards, tipping rubbing alcohol onto a cotton pad and raising a hand to his face. He hissed when it made contact with his skin, but, having done this many times before, didn’t make another sound, just watched her with red-rimmed eyes. “But I am otherwise?”
     Y/N could smell the combination of weed, alcohol and blood on his breath, and grimaced, continuing to dab at his face carefully. Thankful the other Pogues had left the room when she started to straddle him, she muttered back, “That’s not what I said.”
     “Really? Because it sounded like it to me.” he retorted. She rolled her eyes, shifting her position above his lap. His hands moved to her waist instinctively, steadying her, and she had to force herself not to gasp at the sudden, unexpected contact. This only caused his smirk to widen, though Y/N was unsure what he was expecting her reaction to be. After all, she’d been talking about how much she wanted to get laid for months, having not had sex since her boyfriend broke up with her over six months ago. “You alright there, Y/N?”
     “I hate you,” she murmured, but it stung bitterly as she said it, because it wasn’t true. In fact, it was the opposite of the truth, because, as much as she hated it, she’d been dumb enough to fall in love with her oldest friend, her friend who could have almost any girl he wanted, and would certainly never pick her out of those girls.
     JJ responded quietly, his voice teasing but words a painful sting, even though that was the opposite of how he intended them. “You love me.”
     Yeah, I do, Y/N thought angrily. She’d spent too many nights wallowing in self pity over her unrequited love, and tonight was the night she decided she was getting over him, because she was fucking fed up of the hurt.
     “Aww, don’t be shy about it,” JJ continued joking. “I love you too.”
     Y/N had had enough, then, and she looked into his pale blue eyes, lit only dimly by the faint moonlight. Y/N doubted it’d matter; she knew his face better than she knew her own. And his eyes? She could tell you every single seemingly unnoticeable detail about them. Only then did he notice the tears in her’s, threatening to spill. Y/N always cried when she was angry, though, right now, JJ couldn’t tell whether she was angry or hurt. Perhaps both.
     “Do you love me, or are you in love with me, JJ?” she demanded.
     JJ frowned, tilting his head to the side. “Is there a difference?”
     Y/N snorted, though it sounded like more of a scoff. “Yes, JJ! Of course there’s a fucking difference! I love my mom, I’m not in love with my mom! But I’m in love with you, JJ, and I wish you were in love with me too, but I know you’re not, and. . .”
     By this point, Y/N’s words had drowned into nothing. Her tears were spilling, dripping down her cheeks and onto the pair of them. Her lip wobbled as she spoke, eyes having left him as she started talking and now refusing to land anywhere near him, flitting from one corner of the room to the other.
     JJ wasn’t focussed on that, though, he was focussed on his sudden realisation that maybe he might be in love with Y/N. Maybe the anger he’d felt when she started dating her last boyfriend hadn’t been anger at all — maybe it’d been jealously. And maybe all of those glances he sent her way whenever she looked particularly pretty weren’t just platonic admiration, maybe they were romantic adoration. And maybe when he wanted to hug her for longer than the other Pogues, it wasn’t because they were best friends, it was because he wanted to be as near to her as possible for as long as possible because he loved Y/N L/N.
     And holy shit, if that realisation wasn’t a big one.
     JJ didn’t think before he was grabbing her damp cheeks and pulling her face to his. He was glad he didn’t, because, then, he might’ve thought himself out of it, like Y/N had done so many times before.
     Her lips were soft against his, and it felt a thousand times different to any girl he’d ever kissed. When she pulled back, he found himself chasing after her mouth, wanting more — and then immediately blushing when he realised what he’d done because he’d never done that before. She was looking at him with a confused frown on her face, lips slightly parted and tears still slowly trickling down her cheeks, between JJ’s fingers and along his cracked skin.
     “What the hell was that?” she asked.
     JJ grinned, the shithead grin Y/N hated to admit she loved. “A kiss, stupid.”
     “Yeah but. . . why’d you kiss me?” Y/N questioned, heart racing in her chest as she waited impatiently for the answer.
     “I’m in love with you, too.”
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lunarliza · 5 years ago
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Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 1: Two Truths and a Big Fat Lie
JJ x Kook!reader Series 
You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?
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ahh yes, my third rendition of a fake dating/enemies to lovers story. this is just a short lil intro but i’m excited for this series! 
“He did what?” 
“Yup, broke up with me right over the phone,” you repeated to your hairstylist, Boris, who almost snipped off a chunk of your locks in utter shock. 
“What a complete asshole!” Boris groused, clipping away at your dead ends, “What did you say after? Please tell me you told him off and slashed his tires or I have failed as a mentor.” 
“Well I was so angry and shaken up I didn’t know what to say,” you pouted, “So I just said whatever and hung up.” 
It had been a couple days since your nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend who blind-sided you and ended things out of nowhere. Needless to say, you were a cluttered mess and this was your favorite form of therapy: self care, a new hair color, and mindlessly ranting to Boris-- the one person on the island who would absolutely destroy anyone who did you wrong. 
“Y/n!” he droned, “How are you gonna let him end a two year relationship and just say ‘whatever’? No, you need to get to slashing right after I fix you up or else you’ve missed your Carrie Underwood moment!” 
You sighed. “I know I should’ve gone all psycho bitch on him, but I didn’t want it to seem like I care all that much! Besides,” you mumbled the next part, “he’s got a new girl already.” 
The grown man nearly dropped his shears. “Already?! This just happened like two days ago!” 
“I know,” you cringed, “My friends came over last night to investigate her Instagram. I think she’s their family friend or something. Word on the Eight is that she’s here for the summer from California and is staying at his house.” 
Boris scoffed and tossed his finished scissors on the counter in frustration, starting up the curling iron. “So he dumped you after two years and dates someone else a day after?” he shook his head, “Unbelievable. He probably had her on the side when you guys were together too. Honey, you’re so much better off without him.” 
“Yeah, you’re right!” you agreed cooly-- as if you weren’t bawling and moping over old camera roll pictures just minutes before pulling up to the salon. 
Boris lightly blow dried your newly dyed hair while you admired it through the mirror. “I like this color a lot,” you commended, “I was a little iffy that it wouldn’t look right, but I knew you’d work your magic.” 
Your freshly manicured hands played with the ends before Boris began curling the back strands. 
“You deserve it, sweetie. Forget about that piece of trash and move on with your life! You have all summer to find a new beau,” he chimed, “Where are you going tonight again?” 
“Just dinner with the girls. My friend Sarah’s dad got us reservations to Chalet Basque so we’ll definitely be treating ourselves.” 
You giggled when he began doing fake French impressions of the servers. Leave it to him to lighten your mood during trying times. When he finished the last curl, he basked you in a hairspray that smelled like rosewater and spun you in the seat for the final ‘voila’ moment. 
Boris never failed to make you feel like a full-on beauty queen during your weekly glam seshs. 
As he undid the little cape around you, you spotted a familiar combo of tall dark and handsome waltz through the front door from the corner of your eye.
“Shit,” you cursed, a little louder than intended, and shielded your face, “It’s him! And he brought the girl!” 
Boris’ eyes widened. “That’s her?” he yelled-whispered, eyeing the couple that just plopped down in the waiting area, “Oh you’re so much prettier.” 
You smiled and covertly peeked over at them-- the island’s new supposed ‘power couple’. You almost hurled when you heard kids on the Eight were coining them that name. 
There he sat, Max Vega, in all his preppy, muscular, Spanish-rooted glory. He was even wearing the expensive polo you got him last Christmas. Oh, he looked so cute with his jet black hair slightly slicked back with a single strand hanging on his forehead. Just the way you loved it. 
Tucked under his arm was his new trophy girl. Her beach-waved blonde hair came all the way down to her perfectly shaped hips and her tan model legs draped across his while they watched some video together on his phone. 
Your heart sank at the way he tapped her nose when he said something cute to her. The same way he used to do to you. 
Before you could turn away, his chestnut eyes met yours and he stiffened. You hurriedly tried to avert your gaze, but saw him begin walking over to you through Boris’ giant mirror nonetheless. 
“Y/n!” he greeted, coming up behind you.
“Max! Oh what a surprise!” you mimicked his fake seething enthusiasm, whipping around the chair. 
“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”  
You held back a scoff. As if you hadn’t made weekly trips to the place to get your hair, nails, and eyebrows done since you were ten. You seriously wondered sometimes if you were truly in love him or if he was just pretty. 
His girl stood a little behind him, clutching onto his toned arm like a shy little bunny. “Anyways,” he snaked his hand to the small of her back, “This is Anya. She’s my dad’s partner’s daughter from Huntington Beach and is staying in our guest house for the summer.” 
The giant perky blonde straightened her back and held out her hand, that wasn’t wrapped around your ex-man, to you. “Hey girl! It’s so nice to meet one of Max’s friends!” 
You heard Boris lightly gag in the background and had to suppress your impending laughter. 
With all the willpower you could muster up, you rose from the chair and put on the most forced smile you have ever done. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you too.” 
“So uh, you look nice,” Max noted at your elaborate hairdo, “What’s the occasion?” 
“I-” 
“She’s actually going on a date tonight,” Boris butted-in as-a-matter-of-factly. You whisked your head around to the man, giving him a frantic ‘wtf’ look.
Max wrinkled his brows. “Oh... well that’s nice. Who with?” 
You racked your brain for a name. Any name. 
Briefly, you glanced out the shop window and caught a glimpse of a trio skipping by outside. One of your friends, Kiara Carrera, linked arms with two of her best guy friends as they munched on ice cream cones from next door. Your eyes fixated on a certain blonde boy in a snapback and untucked black button up.
Bingo. 
“Uh, it’s with JJ. JJ Maybank. You know him right?” you brought up slyly. 
Your ex was definitely taken aback- especially at the mention of the one guy he despised most on the island. “Oh, what? W-Wow,” he sputtered, “I didn’t know you guys talked like that.” 
“Yeah, I mean it just kind of happened. Sarah set us up,” you continued to fib, crossing your arms. You felt bad having to lie like that, but the look of pain and confusion on Max’s face almost made it worth it. 
Almost. 
Before he could pry any further, the nail technician called for Anya from the other side of the salon. 
She cheered and bid you goodbye before yanking Max along with her to get their couple’s treatment. The same one he refused to get with you no matter how many times your begged. Who knew all it took was a leggy blonde with a butt thrice the size of yours to do the trick. 
You sighed in relief once they disappeared to the pedicure station and smacked Boris’ arm. “What’d you do that for?! A date?! He had to know I was lying!”
“Ow!” he rubbed his tattooed arm, “Look, if he’s moving on, then you gotta act like you are too. Trust me, you’ll thank me later for this.” 
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note: lowkey basing the girl off of cher horowitz from clueless lmao. anyways chapter two to come
chapter two
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obx-snippets · 4 years ago
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Round Two || JJ Maybank
Summary: After the beer pong game at the boneyard, Y/N has been reluctant to play another game with JJ. But after she plays another round with him at one of Topper’s parties, the date is inevitable.
Pairing: JJ x reader
a/n: So I decided to make a part two from Newton law of beer pong. You can read it below if you haven't already! But I sort of went overboard! Anyway hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear your feedback! xxx
Newton’s Law of Beer Pong (Pt. 1)
Masterlist
Word count: 6k (SORRY)
Warnings: underage drinking, cussing? Making out but that's about it.
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Y/N's eyes are close to spinning out of her head as she exchanges a glance between Sarah and Kiara. The two polar opposite girls are standing before her, spitting out excuses to hold Y/N back from attending Topper's party tonight. Kook parties are usually jampacked with coke and expensive rum, which is generally topped with a beer pong table. And the Pogues wouldn't be the Pogues if they didn't crash a party in Figure Eight.  
Once Kiara was sober enough to hear Y/N story about JJ making a move on her, she objected to the whole idea of meeting him again. She knew all JJ wanted was a quick hit, and he would only break Kiara's lovely friend's heart. Besides, Y/N was too sweet and calm ever to mix herself with JJ, and she simply thought they weren't a match.
Sarah Cameron, on the other hand, though it would be good for Y/N to open up and try something new. Though the kook princess and Kiara were on unfavorable terms, they decided to link mutually to discuss their friend's decision.
Though Y/N was only gawking up at them from where she sat at the edge of her bed, it almost felt right hanging out with the two girls. Sarah is midway through stating her case while Kie is deflecting every one of her points, trying to get her to understand that JJ would only hurt her. "Um, guys?" Y/N chimes in quietly, raising her dainty finger to catch her two friends' attention. Both girls hear her silent plea and quiet themselves to listen to her opinion, seeing as they haven't let her talk since they arrived. "Maybe I shouldn't go to the party. I'm not really feeling it anyway."
Kiara shook her head, frantically, "No, no, it's totally fine if you go. I'm just saying that you avoid the beer pong table at all costs."
Sarah crossed her arms with a pout touching her rose-tinted lips. "Then she won't be able to see JJ," she sassed, rolling her eyes.
"Uh, that's my point." Kira rebooted sarcastically, mimicking Sarah's tone.
"Well, I don't mind playing him again..." Y/N mutters nonchalantly, suddenly finding a loose thread of her comforter quite fascinating. She misses the look of utter betrail from Kie and the giddy, triumphant smile from Sarah.
Kiara rakes her hand through her dark curls, her fingers getting lost in the knots she formed. "He's playing you, babe, " she whines frustratedly, hating that her point wasn't getting across. Of course, she thought JJ deserved the best after all that he's been through, and Y/N could be the perfect candidate, but she knew the blonde surfer's routine. Then again, JJ has never offered another go at beer pong in exchange for a date. Especially against someone who is likely to beat him.
In Sarah's eyes, realization sparks as she stands straighter, taking in her friend's flustered state at the mere mention of the Maybank boy. "Oh my god," she beams with a sparse squeal, making Kiara cringe and slightly flinch away from her. "do you have--like do you like him or something?"
Y/N's mouth fall's agape, her tongue is twisting in itself, not able to find the right words. She is silent for too long before Kiara's lips oddly turn upward into a smirk. "You didn't say you actually liked him." she giggled, "I thought you were just horny for JJ."
Y/N gasped and shoved Kiara somewhat away from her, the girl barely budging, letting giggles surpass her lips. "Oh, she is totally horny for JJ." Sarah nodded. Y/n turned to her with an exasperated look, and she shrugs with a semi-panicked look on her face that was fighting off a smile.
"I'm not horny for anyone!" Y/N whines, falling back on her soft bed, covering her face with one of her cushions.  
"Damn, even I'm horny for JJ sometimes." Kiara snickered before a cushion went flying toward her face. "I'm joking, I'm joking!" she laughed, tossing the pillow back on time when Y/N sits up to catch the cushion and places it on her lap with a huff.
The girl was clearly frustrated, and Sarah softened her teasing smile before kneeling to meet her eyes. "Come on, you can't tell me there's not a small part of you that finds him attractive." she quirked a brow, noticing a tug on the corner of her lips.
"Well yeah, of course, I find him attractive." Y/N shrugs, "You'd have to be mental not to notice him. But saying I like him seems a tad over the top when I've only ever spoken less than a couple words to him.
Kiara placed herself next to Y/N, the bed slightly dipping from her weight. "You don't have to like him." she sighed, the look in her eyes indicating her next words would be regrettable. "You and I both know--actually the whole damn island knows about JJ's body count. He's never settled down, and seeing that you could possibly just be another person on his list bothers me. You're so much more than a quick fuck, and I want JJ to see that. That's why I am allowing you to go through with the beer pong game and go on a date with him."
A snort slipped Y/N's lips, and she tilted her head toward Kiara, raising her brows. "You're allowing me?"
Kiara placed her chipped painted nail upon her friend's lips, quickly shushing her. "Just let me have this moment to feel like I have some authority."
Sarah rolled her eyes, resting her hand upon Y/N thighs before laying her head down to peek up at her friend through her mascaraed eyelashes "Well since you're going on a date, I can't let you go to a party looking like that." she says with a tinge of hope lacing her tone, shaking her head disapprovingly towards her friend's outfit choice. Y/n frowns, looking to Kiara to see her opinion, only to be met with the girl painfully nodding in agreement. She looked down at her outfit, not seeing the problem of always wearing a large t-shirt sported with a tennis skirt. It was comfortable, and she quite honestly didn't see the problem.
Y/N looked up, squinting her eyes in defeat as she watched Sarah's mouth turned up into an ever-growing smile that she could finally dress up her friend who thought fashion was overrated. "I'll agree to the makeover and act like your words didn't hurt just now."
Sarah is quick to her feet and peppers Y/N face with soft kisses while Kiara giggles happily, wrapping her arms around her torso from behind. While their laughs boom around the room, Kiara lies back, pulling Y/N down against her stomach, the girls piled up on top of each other while Sarah continues her kiss attack.
•••
Y/N going to a kook party was a rarity in itself. She was always known to keep count of how much her friends drank, maintaining a perfect tally in her head. Unlike the keggers, the kook parties were more intense. It was usual for teenagers to be enticed with the fanciest alcohol and the finest drugs. But being in the circle of friends that included, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, sellers steered clear from Y/N.  
While the music was bouncing off the walls of Topper's ample living room, Y/n was squeezed between Kelce and Sarah while they looked head at Rafe and Topper on their second line of coke. After seeing the Cameron boy take another swig of his fourth beer, Y/N rolled her eyes ever so slightly, adding another tally to Rafe's list. He was only allowed five, and she wasn't afraid to slap the cup out of his hand if he dared go for a sixth.
As she eyed the crowd trying to find the familiar face of Kiara Carrera under the flashing lights of red and green, she felt Kelce glancing at her in the most obvious way possible. Before her lips could touch the rip of her red solo cup, she turned her gaze to the boy seated next to her; his mouth slightly gaped open. "You okay?" Y/N asked, an amused smile gracing her lips.
Kelce chuckled bubbly in embarrassment that he had been caught shaking his head before sipping his beer. "Nah, nothing. You just look weird." he shrugged. Sarah's keen ear enabled her to catch up on Kelce's comment and jolted her body forward to stab the boy with a malice glare. The boy having realized the look on y/n face as she looks down at Sarah's wardrobe's choice, he quickly trampled over his words. "Wait, no, I mean that in the nicest way possible. You just don't usually dress like that."
While Sarah snapped at Kelce, Y/N leaned back, letting her back rest while the two began roasting each other over the smallest things that wouldn't hurt them in the slightest. As much as she loved the loose, soft material of her brown shorts that Sarah provided, the white short-sleeved turtle neck was suffocating. Sarah was sure to match everything with simple gold jewelry and leather-strapped sandals that let her feet breathe, unlike her usual tennis shoes. But as soon as her lovely blonde friend asked to curl her hair, that's where she denied. Instead, she let a loose ponytail drape over her shoulder, already feeling soft strands breaking free from the black velvet scrunchie.
Letting her head drop back against the couch, a silent groan vibrated in the back of her throat as she pressed her palms against her eyes, making stars flicker behind her eyelids. She was thankful she settled for a bare face tonight with the exception of a tinted moisturizer and cherry chapstick that was resided in her flimsy pocket.  
A harsh flick to the forehead brought the girl to pull her hands away, her sight blurry as she tried to make out the person whose head was hanging over hers. JJ's blonde hair tickled her chin, and his blue eyes piercing into her's made her face go red. "Round two y/l/n?" he quietly questioned, his mint breathe fanning her face, his gum squeezed between his smug smirk. She smelled the lace of weed on his muscle tee, but it was nothing out of the ordinary considering where they were.  
"Sort of busy," Y/n sighed, pushing his face away with her hand before he could notice her flushed expression over the proximity of his face. But JJ had already seen her cheeks tint and was proud of the effect he had on her without even trying. Sitting up, she twisted in her seat to face him again. His fellow pogues didn't surround him, so she assumed that they had dispersed to dive into the free alcohol. Sarah and Kelce were already maneuvering to the other side of the couch, both infatuated in the conversation like hearing the latest gossip. Unlike Rafe and Topper, Kelce never had a problem with JJ, but he did enjoy the rivalry every so often.
"Busy lounging around?" JJ quirked his brow, leaning his arms on the back of the couch, his veins straining.
"It takes some effort. You know us kooks, lazy as hell." she shrugged, her voice laced with chaste sarcasm. Since having more interaction with him at the boneyard, her reticence toward the blonde felt like a fleeting memory.
As JJ tapped his fingers to ponder her words, his lips pursing, Y/N eyes quickly dropped to his rings, admiring how the luminescent party lights glistened off them every so often. "I think you're an exception. Considering you use at least more brain cells than I do, I'll give you some credit and lay off the kook card for tonight."
Y/n slowly peered over her shoulder to see Sarah already nodding furiously and waving her hands to shoo her away. Kelce narrowed his eyes at the interaction, looking between the two girls to wrap his head around what was going on.
"You comin'?"
Y/n hummed in response, her brows pulling into a deep furrow having muffled out any voices as she faced JJ. Her heart began beating against her ears as she registered what he meant. The beer pong game would mean having to go on a date, but she hadn't fully agreed to the rules. Kie's words lingered in the back of her head like a taunting siren. She didn't know what she felt toward JJ besides fighting the urge to kiss the smirk playing on his lips at the moment, seeing her face begin to flush while deep creases formed on her forehead. She didn't want just to be one of JJ's flings or whatever he liked to call them. Maybe it would be a date and nothing more. It didn't necessarily mean anything would happen. As long as she doesn't let him make a move, everything would be fine.
At least that's what she hoped.
Too deep in her rambling thoughts, Y/n didn't notice JJ lifting his thumb to caress the worry lines on her forehead, smoothing them out until her face softened. He could practically feel the warmth beaming off her skin, which only boosted his ego more. His blue eyes never left hers, and she was squirming under his gaze. The effect he had on her was becoming terrifying for her, and she swatted his hand away, a small scowl etching on her face that JJ found quite adorable regardless of her attempt to be annoyed.
Y/n pushed herself off the couch before spinning on her heel to heave through the crowd of dancing teenagers. She was sure JJ was following not too far behind to meet her at the beer pong table that resided in Topper's backyard. The pool was splashing out water from the riled boy's taking turned jumping in while music was becoming muffled out as she approached John B and Pope, who was setting up the table for the game they knew was about to start. They had picked a grassy area where fairy lights hung above them held by tree branches, and they were sure no kooks would bother them. Kie, who was chatting with a Touron about the environment, was the first to spot her. She was quick to abandon the other girl with a quick goodbye before skipping toward Y/n and tugging her into a tight hug as if they hadn't just seen each other a couple of hours ago.
Y/n quirked a brow once she pulled away, seeing the suggestive grin on Kie's face as she wiggled her shoulder in a little dance. "You're goin' on a date with JJ..." her tease was breaking off into a squeal with every word, making Y/n bite back a smile and shoved her away by her shoulders.
Rolling her eyes, she ignored Kie's giggling as she approached John B, seeing that he was filling the last cup with beer. The brunette stole a glimpse in her direction before focusing back on the work at hand. "Yo, y/l/n. Glad you could make it," he said, lining up the cups, so they were perfectly in place. "ready for round two?" a side smile tugged on the side of his lip as he finally let his focus drift to her.
She wondered if JJ told his friends about the bet he made with her and began absentmindedly tugging on the golden charm bracelet loosely draped around her wrist. "As ready as I can be, I guess." she laughed softly.
"So that's a no?" Pope commented, sipping his kombucha juice, knowing he had to be sober for this game.
"Nope," she popped, already dreading that she had to withstand going on a date only to be bailed a day later.
Pope hummed, nodding in understanding. "Kombucha?" he offered, stretching his cup out toward the girl. JJ would kill him if he admitted that he was the only one that was told, besides Kie, about the bet he made with her. Since JJ was owned by Y/n that night at the boneyard, he had taken a more liking to her and thought his blonde buffoon of a friend could use a companion that actually thought before taking action.
She nodded promptly before making her way around the table to sip the sweet herbaceous beverage. She had never made much of an interaction with the pogues. They were always friendly with her anytime she saw them drifting by on the HMS or when she would pick some food up from the Wreck. She felt like she had one foot in the Cut while the other was, unfortunately, in Figure Eight. She stayed out of the Kook and Pogue nonsense, and both sides respected that, not pestering her anytime she would hang out with either tribe.
"Hey, this is my side," JJ grumbled from beside her as he let the ping pong ball drop on her head before he caught it.
"Both sides are the same, " Y/n pointed out, passing the cup back to Pope, looking down at the back table with red solo cups decorated for the game.
Kie was already behind Y/n to push her by her shoulder to the other side of the table. "Best not to argue with him," she whispered, patting her shoulder once more before giving her space to warm up. Sarah was stumbling out from the house crashing into John B's arm, her face red from the short run. Y/n wasn't sure if the girl was really athletically inclined, and swatting birds with a tennis racket wasn't an exception.
Y/n let out a shaking breath, wringing her hands as she took in the table's appearance. She peeked upward through her lashes to see JJ already fixed on her, casually tossing the ball from either hand. He passed a quick wink in her direction before bouncing the ball and making it into one of her cups with ease. Y/n was suprised with his sharp point and let the warm liquid from the cup he scored flow into her mouth. As soon as she finished her drink, she paused, letting the liquid settle on her mouth before swallowing. She narrowed at the table, slightly tilting her head to see that it was tilted.
She laughed under her breath, realizing why JJ wanted that side of the table. His chances of winning were higher on his percentage, perceiving that since his side was heaving upward due to the small inclination of the hill under them, gravity would assist in his ball landing into her cups without much effort. JJ and Pope exchanged glanced, practically seeing the gears shifting in her brain. Now JJ was never the person to say he was in love, but he was in love with Y/n Y/l/n brain. How it was quick to fix a dilemma or figure something out without so much as a glance. He knew he wouldn't get away with his scheme long enough for her to analyze her next moves.
The wind blew her loose strands in her face, and she didn't bother to fix it, too focused on probing the next move. JJ's eyes were fixated on her, swallowing hard. He knew she was always beautiful, especially when he would see her lounging at the beach with Kie or beating Sarah at golf anytime he would deliver groceries with Pope. He knew she played early in the morning on Saturdays and always made sure to take that route on his way to specific houses. He loved overhearing her and Pope having a philosophical conversation and her effortlessly winning at constant debates. But something about her right now took his breath away. She was in her element, his heart warming at the sight of her rose-tinted lips curving to a smile as she appeared to figure out her game plan.
"I'll hand it to you, you almost had me there." Y/n said, closing one of her eyes to aim for her target. She could hear the sound of Kie's faint whisper commenting a fleet 'I love you' for good luck while Sarah cheers a quick 'whoop.'
"Almost?" JJ questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. Playing dumb was his specialty. If it got Y/n to show off, he didn't care as long as he got to see her mumbling under her breath every time she made a shot.
For the first time, Y/n made real eye contact with JJ, a surge of confidence swimming in the depth of her y/e/c iris'.
"Yeah, almost," she smirked, making JJ wither into a puddle. It suited her too well.
With her fast momentum, she bounced the ball and made it into his cup.
•••
To much of Y/n's dismay, Kiara provided JJ with her phone number after her victory the other night. He hadn't mentioned anything after the game, and she hoped he probably let the date idea slide. But before she stepped out of Topper's house, he wrapped his hand around her wrist and dipped down to graze his lips against her ear.
"Be ready for tomorrow, princess."
The whispered words sat within her dreams all night. She could still feel the warmth of his breath tickling her neck and how it sent goosebumps throughout her whole body. She longed for that sensation again. She wanted to feel his thumb caresses her wrist and the chill of his rings like it had before. She would never confess any of this if she wished to hear the lecture from Kiara about JJ being a fuck boy. She believed his title wholeheartedly, but a part of her really wanted to spend the day with JJ.
Even if he was blasting her phone at five in the morning.
Her dainty hand blindly searched her nightstand in the darkness before feeling her buzzing phone. Her eyes squinted as the bright light from her screen scoured her face to read JJ's caller ID.
"Hello?" she croaked into the speaker as she squeezed the bridge of her nose and let her eyes flutter shut, dousing in the darkness just for a few more seconds, already feeling the onset of a headache.  
"Are you still asleep?" his shout brought her to groan and pull the phone away from her ear.
"Obviously not if I'm talking to you." she snapped gently, hearing JJ chuckle over the line. The sound made her smile despite her fight for sleep, heaving her eyes shut.
"I'm outside, so hurry it up."
"Why so early," she whined, "we could have done something in the afternoon."
"The earlier, the better babe." he cheered. She heard him greet someone in passing with a cheerful good morning, the person probably wondering why a pogue was outside the Lynch residents.
Y/n shook her head but used her voice, realizing he couldn't see her disapproval with the pet name. "Don't call me that." she snipped.
"You don't like it?" he teased. Though she couldn't see his face, she could hear the smirk pulling on his lips.
"No, I don't." she flatly replied.
"Yeah, mhm."
"I'm serious."
"I'm sure you are."
"I hate you."
"Just get up. You won't regret it. Promise." he chuckled. He hung up before she had time to protest, leaving her to stare at her dark ceiling, relishing in the last bit of rest she'll have upon the crazy day ahead of her.
Drinking coffee wasn't needed as an energy boost that morning. She was wide awake; her eyes squeezed shut while she clings to JJ's waist as she sat on the back of his dirtbike. He was speeding down the empty roads of Figure Eight that would soon mesh into the Cut. Her yellow sundress was flowing behind her, along with her hair. JJ smiled at the feeling of her hands squeezing him tighter anytime he would speed up or wobble the bike just to hear her squeal. But as they crossed over a bridge to enter the Cut, he slowed down, feeling her head rest on his back as she took in the lively colors of the morning sky, the sun setting on the horizon of the glowing waters to greet the day. A smile played on her lips, already feeling butterflies in her stomach, thinking about the day ahead.
The morning breeze nipped on Y/n sensitive skin as she stared ahead of her, confusion settling upon her features. With her hands running up her arm to find some warmth, she watched JJ ordering ice cream at a small, quaint ice cream parlor. JJ must have been familiar with one of the young workers there and tried to block out there chatting. She was no doubt one of his girls that he had taken home upon the many others that she had heard of. Her breast was practically jutting out of the buttoned-up blue polo she sported with the icecream logo etched upon her bosom. Y/n let her eyes drop to her own, and quickly pulled up the deep v-line of her dress, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.
JJ came strutting back; his signature red cap place backward on his head. He held up two cones of strawberry ice cream, shaking them teasingly. Icecream was never an ideal breakfast choice, but when JJ told her strawberry ice cream was the same as having strawberries on your pancakes, she was forced to comply with the gorgeous toothy grin on his face. But she was definitely going for a coffee later.
"This is not gonna settle well with me," Y/n mumbled as she walked alongside JJ down a sidewalk, the beach waves crashing against the shore nearby. She licked the cold "breakfast" and scrunched her nose from the sudden burst of sweetness that was too overwhelming for her taste buds.  
"Strawberries. Strawberry ice cream. Same difference," JJ shrugged nonchalantly, taking a bite from his ice cream, bringing Y/n's eyes to widen in horror. The blonde took notice of her gaze and raised a querying brow. "What?" he questioned around a bite of ice cream.
"Did you just bite your ice cream?" she asked, eyeing the bite mark that was slowly melting from the sun hitting the side of his face. His blue eyes were sparkling as he smirked, admiring his delicious icecream.  
"Yeah, what about it?" he took another slow, painful bite, keeping his eyes on her's the whole time, enjoying how she cringed and shook her head. "I get more servings that way."
"You psycho." she laughed, looking ahead and nipped on the strawberry cream with her lips. The cool breeze that picked up around her was suddenly not a problem even if she was eating icecream. As they strolled down the sidewalk, their hands would occasionally brush each other and brought Y/n to let in a sharp breath. JJ's eyes dipped down to her hand and let his ring clad fingers lazily intertwine with hers. She was surprised by his public affection, even if the gesture was small. She allowed her hand to relax and held his, fending off the smile once she notices some surfer girls walking by, eyeing her with a scowl. The best part was, JJ didn't pay them a second glance as he nonchalantly began swaying their hands playfully, happily biting into his soft-serve strawberry delight.
The blazing North Carolina sun was now blazing down on them from above after the long walk to the beach. They exchanged pointless stories about their separate friend groups, JJ's being more enticing. She wished she could experience a day with the Pogues out on the HMS, but she knew her place. She wasn't even sure what "this" was. Would she end up in his bed tonight? Would he go off to ignoring her, earning himself brownie points that he was able to go on a date with a Kook? In her opinion, it wouldn't be much of a victory. She didn't see herself as the hottest Kook in her area. Some beat her rank and standards by a hundred, and all she did was watch. Too deep in her own draining thoughts, she didn't notice how JJ watched her as she stared at the water, kicking off her sandals to start her challenge of collecting shells without getting wet.
"You're gonna fall in," JJ stated confidently, his hands on his hips as he stood next to Y/n, looking out on the water.
She was currently pulling her hair back, a determined look in her eyes. She was growing more comfortable with JJ and was acting as if it was another day with Kiara. The boy made a small comment that it was impossible to grab the prettiest shells without getting wet, and once a challenge struck, there was no turning back for her. JJ didn't notice himself starring, involuntary smiling watching her mumble to herself, most likely timing the wave's push and pull.
Y/n reached one of her hands out toward JJ, and he handed her the velvet scrunchie she had on the other night. She tied her hair back, slipping it into a low messy bun that was already letting strands fall to her face. "Where's the faith, J?" she teased, backhanding his stomach, which was already hard from his sudden flexing.  
"Lost somewhere with my positivity." he shrugged, eliciting a laugh from Y/n, "the waves are too quick anyway and that hundred dollar dress is going to be ruined by the end of the day."
"It's all about timing." she nodded, rubbing her hands together, hoping her calculations were inorder. " I mean, we only see half of the wave, and it all depends on the wind. A wave increases in size quadratically relative to the wind's speed and reaches its maximum capacity when it's traveling about as fast as the wind. It not that breezy out, so they shouldn't come hurdling in too quickly. Besides, all I'm seeing are Surging waves that don't crash or spill, and they just bulge up before crashing against the shore, giving me enough time to grab at least two shells. Technically speaking, I could only get wet up to my ankles, maybe my knees, if the contact is strong enough..."
JJ didn't even mind that she was absentmindedly rambling on. He swore he fell in love with more than her words at that moment.
He would never pay her a compliment saying how beautiful her mind was but instead watched her contently as she finished her speel. Her face began to redden, seeing how JJ was tilting his head, his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for her to finish. "Sorry..." She laughed, tucking loose strands behind her ear before looking ahead again.
"You're gonna fall in," he deadpanned one last time before watching her run toward the water. The tide was pulled back, letting her kneel down and collect a hand full of shell. The water glistened over pink and white shells she had found, smiling to herself that she could finally brag to JJ.
When she looks up to show the boy her pretty shells, JJ was already in front of her, heaving her body over his shoulder. A scream slipped from her lips that soon led to giggles as he began spinning around, water hitting her face. "JJ! Put me down!" she tried hardening her voice, but was only met with a light smack to her bottom. "Hey!" She yelped and began pounding on his back. There were undoubtedly other people on the beach who were staring at them, but JJ didn't have a care in the world.
"Put you down, you say?" JJ suddenly paused; the sarcasm lacing his animated tone brought her face to fall.
"Don't." she snapped, her playful tone disappearing with the fear that she would have to meet the icy water below.  
JJ smirked, feeling her tense under his arms that he tightened around her waist. "Oh my. Well, there just so happens to be a vast body of water to plunge into right here!"
"I will kill you!" she hit his back again but was only met with a giggling response.
The outcome was inevitable. JJ had moved deeper into the water before letting himself and Y/n plunge under the ocean's salty waves, notwithstanding her constant protest. Y/n was the first to resurface, her scrunchie disappearing somewhere in the water, her hair slicked back while water droplets slipped from the tip of her flaring nose. Once JJ's head appeared, his laugh was cut off with the sudden splash of water hitting his face. "Told you, you'de get wet." he snickered, wiping his hand down his face to adjust his eyes from the water attack.
Y/n bobbed in front of him, her scowl turning into a smile that brightened her features. JJ felt every wall tumbling down at the mere sight of her. He just realized she wasn't wearing makeup, and it suited her so well. He wasn't used to spending time with girls besides Kie, but he never felt this pang against his chest with other girls. He liked talking about technicalities and theories, unlike the Tourons, who would only go on and on about an ex-boyfriend. Seeing someone as amazingly smart at Y/n Y/l/n letting loose in his presence was something he could get used to. This whole bet started as a tease, and getting at her was out of the question when it came to asking Kiara's approval. She shut down the idea constantly. But once she let him go through with it, he wanted the day to be perfect. Even if they weren't very familiar with each other, it was a start.
JJ was abruptly submerged underwater as Y/n surged forward and hopped up to push him down by his shoulder. She ends up underwater as well but was picked up by JJ, his arms circling her waist only to plunge her back inside, a loud snort leaving his lips. He pulled her back up, and she slapped his chest repeatedly, coughing up water.
As they calm down, JJ ended up patting her back, helping her calm down from the water that invaded her lungs. He apologized, but she couldn't take it seriously from his grin that hasn't abanded his lips since the start of the date.
"I'm okay now." she breathed quietly, turning her body to face JJ.
"So, how was the first date?" JJ asked her, swaying his arms in the water. Though his tone held playfulness, his eyes were hopeful, making her heart flutter.
She hummed, pondering the thought as she led her focus to the blue sky before meeting his blue eyes again. "Besides almost drowning, close to perfect."
JJ gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his now bare chest. She hadn't even noticed when he pulled it off to tackle her into the water. But she wasn't complaining how the sun danced on his tanned chest. She sunk lower into the water, letting it kiss her chin before raising herself back up. "Close? I did like everything right," he complained.
"You gave me icecream for breakfast." she retorted with a purse touching her wet, salty lips.
"Strawberry ice cream!" he reiterated slowly for her to catch onto his point that it was the same thing as having a fruit bowl in the morning.
"Plus two hundred calories!" she laughed at his pout as he rolled his eyes. "and the 4.2 grams of protein doesn't count."
"Well, we walked on the beach," he tried again but only watched with annoyance as Y/n tilted her head, already reading her expression of disagreement. "that screams romantic moment."
"You threw me into the water." she shot back quickly.
"There is no winning with you." JJ shook his head.
A comfortable silence loomed over them, his cerulean eyes washing over her features. The droplets that settled on her cheek were glowing from the golden sun's reflection. She grew smaller under his hungry gaze, noticing he was moving closer to her until he was towering over her silhouette slightly. She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering to his lips just for a moment as she bit down on her own. "You already know I never lose," she whispered.
"Yeah, I've noticed," he chuckled softly. His hands brushed the sides of her hips, letting his fingertips ghost over the fabric of her sundress that she wished would disappear. She wanted nothing more than to feel his bare hands on her.
The sensation was overwhelming once his hands were slipping under her dress, caressing her thigh to coax her body closer to him. Her chest was flush against his, her eyes fluttered shut, feeling his warm breath fanning against her head. "Well, if I don't calculate everything, I might miss something. I don't like unexpected things." she rambled quietly, trying to pry his eyes off her. One of her fingers fiddle with the shark tooth necklace dangling from his neck while the other was holding onto his bicep.
Keeping an arm secured around her waist, JJ used his finger to lift her chin to finally meet his eyes. She was melting in his grasp as she observed him lick his lips, his nose tapping against her own. "Bet you didn't calculate this," he whispered huskily against her lips.
The space between them was suddenly closed as he tilted her head to place a sweet lingering kiss on her lips. He took his time, not wanting to scare her off. She felt her heart speeding up and almost whined when he pulled back. His smirk quickly reached his lips, watching her mouth slightly part. She was speechless, and she craved more of him.
She slipped both her hands to his face to cradle his cheeks as she pulled him down to meet her lips again, deepening the kiss. It was bold of her, but JJ didn't mind. He smiled into her lips and snaked both arms around her waist to press her against him. They were synchronized, and she would be damned if she even thought this moment would end soon. She tugged on his wet hair ever so slightly, causing him to let out a low moan into her mouth. Feeling the vibration in his chest made her take in a deep breath, and he took the chance to slip his tongue against hers. Everything she was doing was uncharted territory, but experiencing with JJ Maybank was a blessing, and she soon fell in sync with his warm lips.  
Her lips tasted just like JJ imagined. Strawberry ice cream.
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afropogue · 4 years ago
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ship: jjpope
prompt: “do i look okay?”
JJ groans as he fidgets with his tie, struggling to tie it. It’s not like he hasn’t ever put on a tie before, but his nerves are making it difficult to complete any simple task, including one such as putting on a tie. He feels his hands beading with sweat, and his face probably isn’t too dry either.
Damn is it getting hot in here is it just this stuffy-ass suit?
The suit isn’t even uncomfortable-it fits extremely well, actually, since the girls made sure it was perfectly tailored to his measurements-but his nerves are making him feel extra suffocated and warm.
JJ grits his teeth as his struggle to put on his tie persists. He’s in the middle of muttering a string of curses under his breath when a knock at the door interrupts him.
The blonde man glances up from the mirror to see Kie’s head peeking halfway behind the door, fist resting on the door from where she knocked seconds prior.
She grins at him. “Knock knock.”
JJ shoots her a small smile, albeit mostly forced, as his frustration has increased every moment his tie doesn’t fold the way he wants it to.
Kiara notices his struggle and walks inside, closing the door behind her before making her way to JJ.
“Here let me help.” Kie offers, gesturing toward the tie. On any other day JJ would decline and at least attempt a couple more tries before relenting and accepting help (he had his dignity to preserve after all) but at this point he was behind frustrated and was wasting time, so he wordlessly hands the tie to Kie.
Kiara begins to wrap the tie around his neck, and JJ decides to speak. “You know, Pope could’ve helped me with this if y’all allowed us to sleep in the same room last night.”
“I told you, it’s bad luck to see your partner before your wedding.”
JJ rolls his eyes. “You really believe that crap?”
“Come on JJ it’s tradition. Plus, you’re going to be seeing him in like 25 minutes.”
JJ’s breath hitches at the reminder that he’ll be getting married soon. He’d leave the venue a married man, husbands with the man he’s loved for more than half of his life. They’d be tethered, legally and emotionally. The thought had excited him, and still does, but the reality of everything has just started sinking in yesterday, and now he was a nervous wreck. He hates himself for feeling like this, because he’s always been sure that Pope would be the one he’d marry someday. He was sure when he saw him smile for the first time, he was sure when he first asked him out, and he was definitely sure when he proposed to him.
So why was he having second thoughts?
Kiara pauses just as she’s about to insert the wide end of the tie through the front knot, before continuing. “You’re nervous.”
“A little.” JJ admits. No use in lying to Kiara of all people.
“You’re not having second thoughts....are you?”
“No! No I’m.....” JJ says defensively, trailing off. He averts his eyes as he tries to find the right words. He is having second thoughts, but he doesn’t want to act on them. He knows he wants to marry Pope, but deep down, he wonders if he’s making the right choice.
Kiara raises an eyebrow at him, clearly egging him on to continue. JJ closes his eyes and sighs. “Okay...I...I might be having doubts-but! I still want to marry him.” JJ quickly adds before Kiara can yell at him for having the audacity to have second thoughts the day of his wedding.
Kiara frowns. “Why? You guys are perfect for each other and he obviously loves you very much. What is there to doubt?”
JJ doesn’t even know where to start, his nerves are all over the place. “I don’t know, just wondering if this is the right choice. I know I want to marry Pope, but what if it this is a mistake? What if doesn’t work out?” JJ confesses, voice getting smaller as he continues to speak. “What if....what if he regrets marrying me? What if he regretted saying yes in the first place-“
“Woah woah woah JJ, calm down.” Kiara placates the blonde man. JJ realizes he’s been rambling, and flushes in embarrassment. Well now Kiara knows how much of a mess he really feels, and that him being “a little nervous” was a huge understatement.
His friend gives him a concerned frown. “You’re gonna hurt yourself with all these ‘what-ifs.’ Marriage is a big deal, it’s normal to be nervous about your big day. It’s easier to say you want to marry someone but when the day finally comes, it’s incredibly overwhelming.”
“But it’ll all be worth it once you see him at that alter. You can let those ‘what if’s’ hang over your head forever-which all sound absurd by the way-or you can push forward and see what the future will hold for you both.”
JJ sighs for the umpteenth time. “But-“
“You love him, don’t you?” Kiara questions, staring at him intently.
JJ nods firmly. “With everything in me.”
“And so does he. Stop focusing on the negatives. Don’t let temporary nerves deter you from a promising future with the love of your life.” Kiara says, just as she finishes applying the tie.
JJ mulls over her words. She’s right, he’s self-sabotaging himself by agonizing over the negatives, when he’s supposed to be pumped and elated about his big day. He’s no stranger to self-deprecation, but on the day where he’s marrying the person he loves most in this world? He shouldn’t let that side of his mind take over today.
“And voila!” Kiara turns him around so he’s directly facing the mirror again. JJ examines himself in the mirror. The tie fits perfect, and JJ is grateful he had Kiara to help him. This is probably the best-dressed he’s ever looked in his life.
“Thank you Kie. For everything.” JJ says softly, small smile etched on his face. He was not only grateful for help with his tie, but for also telling him what he needed to hear. He’s still nervous as hell, but he’s not going to let that ruin his day.
Kiara reciprocates a soft smile as well. She gives his shoulder an affectionate rub. “Of course JJ, you’re my best friend.”
“How do I look?” JJ asks, doing a little model spin. Kiara smiles. “You look extremely handsome.”
“Be careful, try not to fall in love with me I’m about to be a married man in a few hours.” JJ teases.
Kiara slaps his shoulder. “Ew gross. You know I’m as gay as it gets.”
JJ laughs. Kiara shakes her head fondly.
“Are you ready now?” she asks.
JJ takes one last look in the mirror. He takes a deep breath before nodding. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Kiara grins, then links her arm through his. “Good. Now come on, you don’t want to keep your future husband waiting.”
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