#first the pope slurs now this

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 6- just like your father

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Warnings- once again not too much rafe): I’m trying to get more rafe in the next parts, the readers drunk the whole time basically lol

“Now a live update from the sheriffs department.”

“Yeah, after six weeks, the five teens that had been missing from Kildare county have returned, been reunited with their families.” Rafe went closer to the tv, sitting down and staring out. “We’re still waiting for details about their journey. But I’m sure they have quite a tale to tell.”

“We also got word that the father of one of the teens, John B Routledge, who’s been presumed dead for a year now, has also returned live and well. Wonders never cease. Right now, we’re just trying to get those kids settled back into school, with their families. They’ve been through a lot.”

“The teens were down in Kildare island with two other Kildare teens, Sarah Cameron and Y/N Maybank.” The sheriff spoke.

Rafes eyes widened at the mention of you and his sister.

“Sarah’s the daughter of disgraced real estate magnate, Ward Cameron, who confessed to the murder of Peterkin two months ago. y/n is the daughter of Luke Maybank, who is also presumed missing after escaping prison.”

Rafe watched as both of your pictures were put on screen, he recognized yours to be one of you you posted to your instagram, you at the beach. He was in the background, he noticed upon looking closer. Then, a picture of your brother, you and your dad.

You looked at the tv screen, scoffing at the picture they put up when they said your dad’s name. A picture of you, JJ and your dad. It was JJ’s first day of school, you remember that day as if it was your own first day of school.

You gripped the can harder, heavily sighing and leaning back in the chair. Yeah, you’d need more than one drink today.

“When I was there, Rafe was talking about how the cross was his. Not- not Ward’s.” You told them all, hiccuping after and covering your mouth.

“Are you- are you seriously drunk right now?” Pope asked, all of them noticing the way you slurred your words.

“Fuck off. I’m an adult. Can do whatever I want.” You said with a childish giggle.

“It’s like 10 am in the morning.”

“Yo!” Kiara sapped her fingers. “Can we please get back on the topic?”

“Right. And he’s coming into Wilmington tonight at eight. It’s being shipped by train from like… R.. Ra… Raleigh I think? I dunno.”

“You get any other information?” Pope asked.

“Uh, y/n got the cargo number.” Kiara spoke, picking up the paper.

“Okay, well, that’s a start.”

“I mean, they’re definitely fencing that shit off as we speak. So we should probably get a move on.” JJ said, watching you down the rest of the can, and grab a 4th one next to you from your spot on the floor.

“Sarah, you hear from John B?”

“No, I mean, he’s probably off somewhere with his dad. But the problem is they have the Twinkie.”

“Our transportation.”

“I have a car, you know? It’s a hunk of shit, but it works.” You shrugged.

All of them raised their eyebrows at that. “It’s back at Ricky’s. I should probably go talk to him anyways.”

They all were hesitant, you could tell.

“I’m- I’m your only fuckin’ option, so, my car or nothing.”

“She’s right.” JJ told them, already hopping on his bike.

“Ricky?” You shouted when you opened the door. He wasn’t home, you sighed, taking the keys off the counter and stumbling back outside.

“He not home?” JJ asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nope.” You told him, locking the door. You go into the car, trying to get it started. But it never turns on, you groan in annoyance, fumbling with the keys, and trying again.

“Goddamnit!” You laughed, slamming your fist onto the dashboard and going out.

“It’s… not working.”

“Not working? What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know! It’s not fucking starting.” You shrugged.

JJ threw his hands up in defeat.

“Alright. That’s okay. We can.. try my dads.” Pope said.

“And I’ll try to see if my parents will.” Kiara spoke.

You ended up going with JJ and Kiara to her parents.

“Jesus, Cleo was not wrong. It does look like the White House.” You mumbled when you entered. You drunkenly stumbled up the steps, JJ rolling his eyes and eventually just helping you up once you almost fell.

“We just found out it’s… it’s gonna be in Wilmington tonight.”

“Okay, and the cross is Popes family-“

“Popes family heirloom.” Kiara finished.

“Shit, this house is nice. Think we could just…?” You told JJ, grabbing an expensive bracelet sitting on the counter and pocketing it.

An idea popped into his head when you did that. If they don’t wanna give them the keys, he can take them.

“He’s alive!” Kiara argued. “JJ.” She turned, the cutlery clanking as he put it away guiltily, getting caught messing with it.

“Do rich people really need to use like… fancy everything? Like fancy plates? Is that necessary?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself as you took another sip.

“A little help?”

He put his hand up, counting off his fingers.

“Wards alive in the Carribean. He’s living off the loot he stole from us, and, uh, yeah, he’s flying across to Wilmington.”

“I was-“ you covered your mouth when you hiccuped again. “With them during the whole thingie. Basically I fell into the water…” you imitated water splashing with your hands.

“And it was like ‘ahhh! Now I’m stuck with my ex boyfriend who’s also crazy on an island, ahh!’ And then we went to some vacation home he has, and I saw Ward and he was like ‘sup, y/n. I’m alive.’ And that’s what happened.” You nodded to yourself, all of them staring at you dumbfounded.

“Give me a break, man.” Kiara’s dad spoke.

“Yeah, you’re right. What do I know? Just saw it with my own two eyes.” You shrugged, rolling your eyes and taking another sip from the bottle. “So did Kiara and JJ but, whatever.”

“I’m skeptical, okay? I am skeptical, y/n as in I think it’s all bullshit. And I think you’ve been led astray, Kiara. And you, JJ, Y/N- let’s get this out in the open.”

“Just take it down a bit-“ her mom tried.

“No. Let me tell you something, you need to understand that I do get it.”

“Sure you do.” You and JJ said in unison, you both laughing at that.

“Do you hear me?”

“Sure. Sure.”

“I like you, guys, and I bet you’re fricking fun to hang with, and to ditch school with, go down to the break, and.. drink beer,” he directed that last sentence to you, eyeing the can in your hand.

“because I was once just like you both. I didn’t think that anything mattered, thought I could make up any bullshit story and these stupid kooks would believe it. But then I learned about hard work.”

“Yeah, well, hard work doesn’t get you shit if you’re like us. I mean- shit, compared to me, you have no clue what hard work is like.” You spat, pointing to yourself. He was getting to close to JJ for your comfort.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “And about what really mattered. All I care about, all that I care about is my daughter. That’s it. And all I know is that she was a lot better off before she met you and your friends.” He said, this sentence directed to JJ.

“Dad, I was never better off!” Kiara argued, you looked at JJ, shaking your head when you saw his reaction. You were gonna kill this guy.

“I was miserable.”

“Miserable? No, no. No!” He shouted, turning to you and JJ.

“No, these pogues have ruined my daughter’s life.” He shouted in your face, you stood in front of JJ, trying your best to protect him.

“Didn’t mean any disrespect, Mr. Carrera.” You told him, turning to usher JJ out.

“Y’all have a good day.” JJ spoke, both of you heading to the door.

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing?” Kiara asked.

“Protecting my daughter.”

“Can we please-“

“Wait a second. Everybody says it, they are liars and thief’s!” Her dad shouted.

You and JJ stopped in your tracks.

“They’re just like their father! I mean, one of them is already drunk off their ass!”

The two words neither of you wanted to hear.

You looked at JJ, who held back tears at the words. You held your own back, throwing the rest of the can, looking at it pour onto the hardwood floor.

You grabbed the keys from the tray, you looked around again, shrugging before grabbing a jacket on the coat hanger, as well as some shoes.

“Wanna talk shit, you’re gonna get bit, right?” You mumbled to yourself, shrugging and following JJ down the steps.

“Is she.. talking with Topper?” Pope asked, all of them turning to you and Topper at the bar.

“He didn’t want me to say anything, but he’s a fucking mess.” Topper said with a laugh, you laughed with him.

“Yeah, well, he was an asshole. So…” you said, taking the shot you ordered.

“Believe me, I know.” He told you,

“Hey, Jayj.”

“What?”

“I bet you Topper has a way to transport the cross.” Pope spoke.

“Actually, Popes right. He does have a rig.”

“No.” Sarah argued.

“Yes.”

“Yes, come on.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“What are we talking about?” You asked them, coming up behind them suddenly.

“Sarah, you already got him whipped anyway, right? So why don’t you just take one for the team?”

“What would John B say?” She said.

“I think John B will completely understand. Think about the circumstances, it’s about treasure.”

“We can handle John B. Just talk to him.”

“Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret this?” Topper spoke, all of you happy when you saw her hug him.

You ended up falling asleep on the boat. Your eyes shut as they all came up with plans.

You can’t even escape him in your dreams. Because when you fell asleep, a fond memory of the two of you popped up in your mind.

“Shit, slow down.” He laughed, grabbing onto your hand as you ran down, pushing past people and making your way down straight to the floor.

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this shit.” He said with a laugh when the band came on stage and cheers erupted.

He watched you while you paid close attention to the band. And when your guys song came on, he was told to sing with you, he hesitated but eventually did.

“Got the music in you, baby. Tell me why. You've been locked in here forever. And you just can't say goodbye. Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse.”

You both sung to each other, you staring at him with the most love and adoration he’s ever seen, and him staring at you with the most love anyone’s ever seen him have.

You both leaned in, but before your lips connected…

You woke up, quickly sitting up and groaning, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Jesus. Think I drunk too much earlier. I’m going crazy.” You told them, all of them turning to look at you now.

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Drunk Bliss

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pairing: jj maybank x female reader

warning: intoxication, mentions of alcohol, one suggestive innuendo

summary: you and the pogues - excluding jj - were at a party and you got so drunk they had to call your boyfriend to pick you up

a/n: guys i kinda hate this but i hope you don't ):

song: out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

"Maybe you should have some water!" Kie yells over the loud music while trying to take the new glass of alcohol from you.

"I- I don't neeeed water, Kieee- Kiara," you slur and squint your eyes at her.

Kie puts an arm around your shoulders, trying to stop your swaying. "You had about seven cups- which is way too much."

You look at your hands and try to count to seven with them. Kie laughs and brings you over to Sarah. "What should we do with her?"

"You should dance with me!"

"How can you dance if you can hardly stand?" Sarah giggles.

"S-standing is over- overraaa- overrated," you grab Sarah and Kie's hands, pulling them and slightly tripping on the way.

"One dance," Kie says and then leans over towards Sarah, "then we'll call JJ."

She nods and you three hold hands as you jump around carelessly to the music.

You stop suddenly and frown. The two girls look at you with slight head tilts. "What's wrong?"

You look around and your eyebrows raise, "Where's my boyfriend?"

Sarah and Kie glance at each other. "He's at home, he didn't want to come tonight."

You look at them with now teary eyes, "He didn't want to come with me?"

"No! No, I- I mean yes! He... he did, but uh-" Sarah bumps hips with Kie, asking her to help.

"Uh, JJ's at home because, um, he was making you a bracelet! Right, Sarah?"

"Oh, yes! Mhm!"

You sniff and wipe under your eyes. "I see. He's so sweet," you smile.

Kie turns to the blond, "You think he'll be mad when she's expecting a bracelet from him?"

"Hm, maybe," she shrugs.

You start walking and you see Pope sitting on a couch. "Pope! Popo! Pooooope," you fall onto the seat next to him. "How are you, my friend?"

Sarah and Kie follow and stand near the two of you. He looks at you and smiles, "I'm good. How are you? Having any fun without JJ-"

"No!" Kie and Sarah shout. "Don't mention him," they hiss. They learned you were a bit of an emotional drunk a while back.

You're eyes water again, "I miss him."

Pope moves you so that you can lay your head on his lap. He runs his hands through your hair soothingly. "How much has she had to drink?" Pope mouths to the girls.

They hold up seven fingers and his eyes widen. John B jumps over the back of the couch and lands on the other side of Pope. "Let's just call him?"

JJ was in his bed.

This is probably the first time he hasn't gone to a party with his friends. Who is he to miss out on free alcohol.

However, earlier that day, you and JJ were sitting on the beach together and you were ranting to him about your favorite book.

He asked you if he could read it, seeing as you were talking so passionately about it.

So here he was, alone in bed reading the book on a friday night. That's until his phone rings next to him. He grabs it and answers the call from John B.

"Hey," he says putting a bookmark in the book.

"Hey, man. Can you come get y/n?"

He sits up and gets out of bed. "Yeah? Why? Is something wrong?"

"Eh. She's just really drunk. Kie and Sarah are currently trying to stop her from taking some shots."

JJ laughs and starts putting on his shoes. "Alright I'm leaving now."

"Kay, see you," John B hangs up and JJ leaves.

JJ walks into the party and goes to where Pope and John B were talking.

"Ah, the man of the hour has arrived!" John B pats his shoulder. "She's over there," he nods his head to you.

JJ nods and walks over to you, Sarah, and Kie. When he gets behind you he puts an arm around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. "Hello, pretty girl."

You turn around and a bright smile goes onto your face. "JJ!" You put your arms around him and squeeze him in a tight hug. "I mis-missed you," you hiccup.

"I missed you too," he kisses your forehead. He nods at the other two girls. Sarah and Kie nod back with smiles and went back to dancing. "Why don't we head home, yeah?"

"Okayyy," you lean your head against his shoulder.

JJ walks you out and to the car. He puts your seatbelt on and then goes into the driver's seat.

As he drives, your head faces him and admire him. "You are like, soo pretty."

His head turns you you with a boyish grin before he looks back at the road. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're like, soo gorgeous."

You look out the window and giggle to yourself. He glances at you and chews his bottom lip.

"Oh!" You sit up straight, "Are you almost done with my bracelet? I want matching ones with you."

His loving face turns to one of confusion. "Bracelet? What bracelet?"

"Sarah and Kie said you stayed home to make me a bracelet," you frowned.

"Umm, I stayed at home to read your book, remember?"

"Hmm. Oh yes! Can we make matching bracelets still?"

"Of course we can. Tomorrow when you're able to. I don't think you can use the string correctly with all that alcohol in you."

"Whatever you say, Jay," you say and then laugh. "That rhymes."

"It does," JJ nods.

"JJ, I'm hungry," you sigh.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"You," you grin.

He looks at you with a blank face when you burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Maybe. No, I'm not."

He smiles and reaches over to hold your hand. "Silly girl."

"I'm going to take a nap," you put your head against the window.

"Alright, love. Dream about me?"

"Always," you lazily grin at him while your eyes flutter shut.

[xoxoavenger]

Now I'm Bleeding

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: To kiss in cars and downtown bars/Was all we needed/You drew stars around my scars/But now I'm bleedin'

word count: 877

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"Stop making out in the backseat!" Pope screams, swerving as he looks at them in the rearview mirror. Y/N laughs and knocks her head into the door, but she doesn't notice with all the alcohol coursing through her system.

It was John B's birthday, so Pope had offered to be a DD when they decided to go to the mainland to drink. Usually Y/N and JJ were the only ones who drank on the mainland, so everyone was excited for the new experience of actually doing a bar crawl that wasn't going back and forth between the two bars in OBX that weren't overcharging tourons. Instead of birthday presents, everyone had chipped in on renting a mini van that could fit all six of them. Their plan was to sleep in it, because after that there was no money left over for a hotel room. Y/N and JJ had assured them that there was no need for a hotel room anyway, but after they had been sprayed with the sprinkler that one time everyone had been hesitant to believe them.

"Let them live, Pope!" Kiara yells in the front seat, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink that she had somehow taken from the last bar, glass and all. They pulled up to the next location within the minute, and everyone stumbled out of the car. Sarah almost tripped and landed face first on the sidewalk, but luckily John B had gotten out first and was able to stop her from splitting her lip open. She laughed into his arms, and he seemed a little concerned at first before she kissed him and he seemed to forget it all.

"Maybe we should just find a hotel room for the night," Pope suggested to deaf ears as they all walked into the bar. It was getting late, and everyone continued to get sloppier as they ordered a round of drinks. Y/N was sitting on JJ's lap as the room spun around her, but his hand on her hip was the epicenter keeping her steady. She leaned into his chest, closing her eyes for a moment. She was exhausted, but so content. It was her best friend's birthday and she was out with her chosen family, sitting on her boyfriend's lap. She couldn't think of a more perfect moment.

"I'm gonna miss this when you're gone, J." Y/N is sure she misheard John B. She's sure she missed a key word, or maybe John B had way too much to drink and was mixing movies with real life. She's so sure that all she does is open her eyes, not even asking for clarification. She doesn't notice the way JJ tenses against her, his knuckles white on his drink.

"What are you talking about?" Kiara asks seriously, seeming to sober up a bit.

"JJ got a surfing model thing in Australia!" John B slurs, holding his drink up to JJ in cheers. Y/N chuckles. Now she's sure her friend is confusing movies with real life, and she almost lifts her drink in a mock cheer.

"No he doesn't." She says it with confidence, shaking her head and laughing. In her drunk mind, this is so funny. She wonders what movie John B must be thinking about.

"You didn't tell her?" John B's eyes go wide, lowering his drink as his voice clears a little bit. "Oh shit," He mutters.

"John B," Sarah starts, looking between her boyfriend and JJ. Y/N still doesn't get it, giggling.

"JJ isn't going to Australia!" She says, as if this was the most outrageous thing that's ever been said. "Maybe Pope was right and we do need to get a hotel." She turns to JJ to see his reaction, and that's when she notices how stiff he's gone, how hard his hand was gripping her hip and the drink.

How quiet he was.

"Jayj," She starts. She doesn't want to believe it. There's no way her boyfriend kept this from her. "Tell him you're not going to Australia," If she was sober, there'd be a smile painted on her face. But she can't keep her emotions in check when she's drunk, so the panic she feels is broadcast to the entire table.

"Y/N," His hand tightens so much that it pinches, and she moves from him. He goes to grab her, but they were at the end of the booth so she's already up, moving away from him. The way he said her name tells her everything she needs to know.

"No," She feels numb as she stumbles through the bar, pushing everyone out of her way. She barely makes it through the door before she trips to the sidewalk, blessedly empty at this time of night as she falls to her hands and knees. She hears her friends come out the doors in a rush, and it isn't until JJ puts his arm on her shoulder that she feels sick.

JJ is leaving. He's leaving her and he didn't even tell her. She can practically feel her body open up and her heart being ripped out of her body. When she closes her eyes, she thinks she sees blood, gushing from her open wound. She opens her eyes and heaves forward as she throws up. 

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tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[lustnluv]

your bestfriend keeps trying to get you jealous

“have you seen jj?” was the first question you asked when you walked in the the wreck. you haven’t seen him in a week. he’s been avoiding your calls and when you texted pope this morning he told you that they were all meeting at the wreck.

“hi to you too.” kie joked as you give her a hug. “sorry. he promised to help with my car and then ghosted me. have y’all heard from him?”

there a chorus nod nos around the table except for john b. he was looking down the entire time you was talking and pretended that his phone was the most interesting thing he seen.

“jb?” you asked and he just shrugged, still looking down at his phone.

“you know you should get better at hiding stuff.” you started when the blonde you’ve been chasing down finally showed up. on his arm was a petite brunette you saw around school. she was in your class and was always asking about him.

guess she finally got her answers about him.

“hey guys.” he greeted before he looked at you. “sorry about ignoring you these past days. was too busy to text back. you know how it is.” the girl giggled and sat on his lap, playing with his hair.

he kissed her cheek and smiled up at you. one part of you wanted to drag her off his lap but that’s what he wanted. he’s been doing this for months. having a new toy and flaunting her around just to get under your skin.

you tried your best to ignore it but you’ll eventually break and drag the girl then drag him into the nearest private area.

you smiled at him instead and shrugged. “all good. i had jason come over and help.” he raised his eyebrow but didn’t say anything. you glanced at your phone and faked a bigger smile before looking back at him. “that’s actually him now. i’ll see you guys later.” you kissed Kie’s cheek before walking out the restaurant and going straight to your car. you waited till you was down the road before you punched the seat next to you.

fucking jj.

he knew how to get you where he wanted you and you want sick and tired of it.

taking a deep breath, you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found the one you want.

“i need your help with something. you owe me one so don’t even say no.”

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there was a party at the boneyard and you was sitting on your date’s lap. you had on your shortest skirt and your top could barely keep your boobs in. your date had his hands coming closer and closer to your hemline since you had on him. it was perfect.

eyes stayed on you the entire night. you glanced over and he had that girl on his lap. in one hand the can he was holding was slightly crushed and the other was gripping the chair so hard that his knuckles were white. she was kissing his neck but he kept eye contact with you.

waiting you out.

if that’s how he wanted to play that was fine.

your favorite megan song was playing. your skirt barley covered your ass. you knew exactly how to win.

you grabbed your date’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor. grabbed a drunk sarah’s hand too as extra insurance. you made sure jj could still see you.

“you’re gonna have him be mad at me.” john b said, grabbing your waist. “shouldn’t have hid that he was seeing another girl from me.” you shrugged and turned to face him.

“and you’re having fun. forget about him and just dance with us.” you pouted and you felt sarah hug you from behind. “please jb.” she slurred and he looked over at jj before he nodded.

“if he kills me you two better end up together.” nodding, you kissed his face and sarah giggled behind you.

before you can actually dance though, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to your car. he didn’t stop until you two ended up in your backseat.

“what the fuck you think you’re doing?” jj asked as soon as the door shut.

“exactly what you were doing with her. now excuse me i gotta go back to my date. Well dates now.” you opened the door behind you and was pulled on his lap.

“no.”

“no?”

“why not?”

“you know why. now stop acting so fucking stubborn.” he tried opening your legs but you kept them shut and shook your head.

“not until you tell her.”

“you’re serious?” you nodded and he mumbled something under his breath before he got out the car and went over to the car.

you watch from the car as he went up to the girl - who funnily enough had sand on her shorts - and her storm off pouting. he came back and pulled you on top of him.

“good enough?”

“you can make it up to me a little more.”

[alyswritings]

Insecure

Request: This is my first ever request could you make a Jj maybank sister reader? Y/n goes home to find Luke high and drunk he says mean words to her and calls her like a ‘slut’ and ‘fat’ ‘ugly’ for the way she looks and dresses and gets insecure. JJ realises the changes in her seeing that she wears leggins now with big shirts or hoodies even though it’s hot. Then they bump into Luke with the pogues one day and he makes a stupid comment like “Good Job for listening” and Jj is confused until Luke brings up that she looks like a ‘who’re’ and is ‘ugly’ and Jj gets mad and is like ‘you’ve been acting like this bc of him” as she stopped eating too

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: JJ finally realizes why Y/N started acting differently.

Warnings: insecurity, body & slut shaming, not eating

a/n: please don't read if this could trigger you at all!! thank you for the request, hope you all enjoy.

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Y/N takes a deep breath as she walks into the house, only returning so she can get more stuff to keep at the chateau. She's getting a few things for JJ too, knowing he's running out of stuff and will stay away as long as he possibly can.

Y/N manages to get to her room undetected and quickly gathers a few things. Walking out, Y/N flinches when Luke walks up.

"What the fuck you doing here?" Luke asks, his words slurred, Y/N able to smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

"I... I'm just getting some things." Y/N says quietly.

"I hope it's better clothes." Luke grumbles. Y/N looks down at her crop top and shorts.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Y/N questions, frowning.

"You need to cover that up." Luke pinches the stomach of her skin making her tense up and take a step back. "You're dressed like a slut, ya little idiot."

"Wh-- I am not." Y/N frowns.

"Please. You're asking for some guy to come and take advantage of you." Luke says. "Granted who would want to get with your ugly ass." Y/N wraps her arms around her stomach.

"I, uh... I-I have to-- to get some stuff for JJ." She says, successfully getting to her brother's room without Luke stopping her. Mulling over her dad's words while she collects JJ's things, Y/N studies her brother's drawer full of his shirts.

Looking down at her stomach, she pinches the skin there, her frown deepening. Stuffing a few extra shirts of JJ's inside the bag for herself, she quickly goes to her room and grabs sweatpants and hoodies.

She walks over to her dresser that has a mirror above it. Putting her bag down she faces the mirror sideways, looking at her stomach. She pinches the skin again, walking back a bit and glancing over the rest of her body.

Y/N grabs the two bags and quickly leaves the house before she has to deal with Luke again.

- - -

The pogues are sitting out on the porch and Y/N is curled up in a corner on the couch. It's been a few days since she got more stuff from home, Luke's words already effecting her.

She's dressed in one of JJ's shirts and a pair of sweatpants. She has her legs pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

"All right. So, HMS Pogue?" John B questions.

"Always." Kie says.

"Yeah." Pope agrees.

"Let's go!" JJ exclaims, standing up with his beer. "Y/N/N?"

"Uh... uh, no, I'm good." She shakes her head.

"You're turning the boat down?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I... I'm just on my period. Not in the mood." Y/N says.

"Oh. You... you need medicine or-- or chocolate or something?" JJ asks.

"No. No, I'm good." She forces a small smile.

"Okay." JJ nods. Y/N diverts her gaze to her lap, missing JJ's concerned look. He reaches out and ruffles her hair before walking off.

- - -

A few weeks later and Y/N's change has become more noticeable, mostly to JJ.

"Y/N, how are you not melting right now?" Kie questions, seeing the sweats and hoodie the girl is wearing.

"I'm fine." Y/N shrugs.

"Dude, it's, like, 100 degrees." John B says.

"Yeah, well, I'm cold." Y/N says.

The others share some looks.

"Here. Have some pizza." JJ holds out a piece of pizza to her.

"No, thanks." Y/N moves his hand away.

"Wh-- you didn't eat breakfast." JJ says.

"Yeah, well, I'm not hungry." Y/N says.

"Y/N--"

"I'm not hungry, JJ. Jesus." She heavily sighs, getting up and going inside. JJ stares after her worriedly.

"You guys see the difference in her, right?" JJ asks.

"I notice she's wearing winter clothing in 100 degree weather." Pope says.

"Yeah, but-- but she's not, like... you know, her personality is different. She won't talk about anything."

"I'm sure she's fine. I mean, were you all that happy go lucky when you were her age?" John B asks.

"She's a year younger than me, dude. You know how I was." JJ says.

"Exactly." John B says.

"Just... just keep an eye on her." Kie says. "You push her, it'll probably only drive her away."

JJ sighs, looking back at the chateau.

- - -

A couple of weeks later, the pogues are going to The Wreck after having been on the boat all day. They practically forced Y/N to go on the boat with them, the girl wearing shorts and a big t-shirt over her swimsuit. She didn't swim, staying on the boat with a towel covering her lap.

Now, she's in legging and a baggy long sleeve. JJ's noticed how her change has continued, still almost never not wearing pants and baggy shirts. She's gotten even quieter and she doesn't eat as much.

They're walking to the restaurant, the older four goofing around and laughing while Y/N silently trudges behind them.

They get to the front of the restaurant, stopping when somebody walks out, JJ freezing when he realizes it's Luke. Having been looking at the ground, Y/N bumps into her brother, having failed to notice him or the others stop. JJ holds an arm out in front of her, pushing her behind him, protecting her from Luke.

"Oh. You." Luke mutters.

"What are you doing here?" JJ asks.

"Free country, ain't it?" Luke says.

"Right." JJ mumbles.

"Okay, well, we're gonna go in. Come on." Kie says, trying to usher the others into the restaurant before some sort of fight breaks out. She grabs JJ's arm, dragging him towards the door knowing he's the teen that's most likely to crack. JJ keeps a hand wrapped around Y/N's wrist, dragging her behind him.

"Oh, good. I see you were smart enough to listen to me." Luke comments, noticing Y/N's clothing. The four older teens look between the father and daughter in confusion. Y/N lowers her head, wincing.

"Liste-- what?" JJ asks.

"Nothing. No. It-- it's nothing." Y/N insists. "Come on." She tries to go inside, but JJ pulls her back.

"No. No, what the fuck are you talking about?" JJ asks his father.

"None of your business. But least she ain't dressin' like an ugly whore now." Luke says.

"Like a what?" JJ's eyes narrow.

"Excuse you?" Kie glares at the older man.

"JJ, can we just--" Y/N tugs on his arm.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" JJ asks his dad, pulling his arm out of his sister's grip.

"J--"

"Always dressin' in those short ass shirts and tiny shorts. Walking around like some slut, just begging for attention."

JJ punches his father making him stumble. JJ charges at him, but his friends hold him back.

"Hey, hey, JJ!" John B exclaims.

"Hey. Not now!" Pope says

"No, no. JJ. Don't." Y/N pulls on his arm. "Please, don't. Stop." They all manage to drag JJ inside, the blonde storming off and to the bathroom to calm himself down.

- - -

Kie is helping her parents while John B and Pope are at a table and eating. Y/N is sitting outside at the docks, the slight breeze cooling her off enough to not make her be sweating so much. She's sitting sideways, looking down at the water.

She looks up when she hears noise and turns to see JJ put a plate of food down in front of her along with a cup of soda.

"Eat this." JJ says, pushing the plate closer to her.

"JJ..." Y/N mutters.

"Y/N, when's the last time you ate?" JJ asks. Y/N opens her mouth to answer. "And don't lie to me." Y/N sighs, running her hand through her hair.

"A while, I guess." She says.

"Exactly. Eat." JJ pushes the plate closer. Y/N sighs and picks up a fry, biting into it.

"There."

"Eat more."

Y/N rolls her eyes, but slowly nibbles on the food, realizing how hungry she is the more she eats. JJ stays silent next to her, trying to think of how to form his thoughts into words.

Y/N is halfway done with the fries when JJ finally talks.

"So he's why?" JJ asks making Y/N look up at him. "He's why-- why you've been dressing differently and-and not eating, why you've been quiet."

"Maybe." Y/N mumbles.

"Y/N." JJ puts his hand on her head, forcing her to look at him. "You know that nothing that he said was true, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess." Y/N says, frowning.

"No. No guessing. Y/N, it's not true. You-- you're not a slut or-or whore or whatever the fuck he called you. And you can wear whatever the hell you want."

"JJ, you don't even like me owning, like, only crop tops." Y/N retorts.

"Hey, I don't give a shit what you own and/or wear. I care that other guys stare at you like a piece of meat." JJ corrects. "You can wear what you want. And if somebody's a bitch to you about it, I'll kill them."

Y/N manages to smile a little.

"Guess you gotta kill dad, then." Y/N comments.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." JJ says. "And you're not ugly. Okay? You are beautiful, inside and outside. You're funny, caring, sweet. So you don't have an ugly personality. And you don't look ugly. Your eyes twinkle when you get excited about something, you have that cute little button nose you've had since you were a baby."

"Your hair is, like, super soft for whatever reason. Genuinely, it's like a pillow." He says making her laugh a little. "Your smile lights up a room. When it's a real smile, anyway. You're pretty, kiddo. Don't let our drunk, coke addict, shithead dad convince you otherwise."

Y/N smiles a little, leaning over and hugging him. JJ wraps his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers. He kisses her on the head, scratching her head.

"And, please, don't stop eating, either. We both know that's unhealthy." JJ says.

"I know. I'm sorry." Y/N mumbles.

"Don't. No. You don't have to be sorry." JJ says. "I love you."

Y/N smiles a little, looking up at him.

"Did you just say "I love you"?" She asks with a small smirk.

"Oh, shut up." JJ rolls his eyes and Y/N laughs.

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[pimosworld]

Por la mañana

Pairing-Santiago Garcia x f!reader

  Summary-  A drunken love confession leads to a fun morning for you and Santi. 

  CW- 18+ MDNI Fluff,angst, dry humping,mentions of sex,mentions of heavy alcohol consumption

  Word count-2.3k

  A/N-tf boys and reader are friends.Written in reader and Santi’s pov (friends to lovers). I was gonna write this in one go but decided to split it up. No smut in this chapter.

Not beta read

part 1,part 2

Your head is leaning against the window in the backseat of Frankie’s truck. You can’t help that pleasant floating feeling as the alcohol buzzes through your veins. You're listening to the soft tunes on the radio as you watch the street lights go by. 

 

Sweet wonderful you

You make me happy with the things you do

Oh, can it be so

This feeling follows me wherever I go

  I never did believe in miracles

But I've a feeling it's time to try

I never did believe in the ways of magic

But I'm beginning to wonder why

  I never did believe in miracles

But I've a feeling it's time to try

I never did believe in the ways of magic

But I'm beginning to wonder why

  Don't, don't break the spell

It would be different and you know it will

You, you make loving fun

And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one.

  You’re only slightly comfortable as you're reminded of the heavy body that is Benny leaning against you desperately trying to get comfortable. 

  “Frankie.” You gently whisper to not disturb Benny. “I think I won.” Frankie glances in the rear view to see Benny sprawled out between you and Santi. 

  Santi had placed bets on who would pass out first due to the drinking game he goaded the two of you into at the bar. 

  He chuckles to himself “Good job hermosa, he owes you groceries for a week.” 

  “M’still awake.” Benny slurs against your collar bone. 

  “Oh good since you’re still awake can you get your big body off me.” You huff and shove him into Santi seated on the other side. 

  “The children are fighting.” Santi leans in between Frankie and Will in the front seat. 

  You know he’s only kidding, you and Benny aren’t that much younger than the rest but they love to tease. You met Benny your freshman year of highschool,you two were inseparable until he went to the army. The day he left was the worst day of your young life. Over the years you grew closer with his brothers in delta force and now this was your second family. 

  “We are not children!” You both chime in at once,

Ben looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes and you both burst into a fit of laughter. 

  “Hermosà I’m taking you to Santi’s, I don’t want you by yourself tonight.”

  You shoot Frankie a knowing glance in the rear view mirror. You may have let it slip to him a few weeks prior that you’ve been harboring a crush on Santiago for quite some time. He said that was good news but didn’t divulge any further information. You’ve been spiraling for weeks wondering what that meant. 

  You knew Santi was a flirt so you never thought anything of it when he would compliment your clothes or your hair, he would practically eye fuck you when you wore a sundress. Still you never thought anything of it, he was your best friend and nothing more. That was until he started picking you up for your casual drinks with the guys, saving you a seat next to him for your weekly movie night, letting you spend the night when you’d had too much to drink or been too tired to go home. 

  Maybe the guys didn’t notice but you had when he stopped taking random women home from the bar,or the last barbecue at Wills when his date left halfway through because he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Maybe you were reading too much into it, he’s never made a move past innocent flirting.

  “Sleepover at Santi’s!” You’re pulled from your thoughts as Benny bellows in your ear. Will turns in the front seat so he’s fully facing Benny. “As much as I would love to not deal with you tonight,you are not sleeping at Pope's house.”

  “Why not? You don’t think he can handle both of us?” Benny winks at you and you can hardly contain your laughter. 

  “Jesus Christ Ben, know when to quit.”Frankie is always the one to end these innocent family quarrels.Santi is oddly silent throughout the interaction which is very unlike him during a moment to tease the younger miller. 

  “Frankie I’m perfectly fine on my own tonight,I’m a big girl I can take care of myself.” You refuse to look to your right knowing whose eyes are on you. 

  “Ok big girl, where’s your purse?” You’re suddenly scrambling in the seat,trying to remember the last time you had it. 

  “I swear I had it when we left.” It doesn’t help your growing frustration that everyone including Will seems to have a case of the giggles. 

  “Cariño we would all feel better if you weren’t by yourself, you know you’re always welcome.” You finally look to your right to see Santi holding your purse up in his left hand. You reach to take it from him but he switches it to his right hand, you concede instead and mumble a barely audible thank you.

  Frankie drops you and Santi off first, you lean in between the front seat and place a kiss on Will and Frankie’s cheeks as a silent goodbye. You go to open your door and hear someone clearing their throat. Messing with Benny will never get old for you. You lean in and place a kiss on Benny’s cheek followed by a playful slap. He grabs you by the waist before you can jump out and hauls you into his lap. “If I’m not invited to the next sleepover we’re going to have words sweetheart.” He all but growls into your ear. If you both weren’t so drunk you might call this a tinge of jealousy, but those are thoughts for another day. 

  Santi takes your hand and leads you into the house like he’s done a thousand times but suddenly it feels like the first time. You enter the house and notice the faint scent of lavender and vanilla, you jokingly bought him a wall scent  awhile back because you thought his house smelled too manly. You didn’t think he would actually use it.

  “It smells nice here.” You say as you make yourself comfortable on the couch. He raises his eyebrows at you and crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Someone said it was manly in here so I decided to give that thing you gave me a try.” 

  He’s still standing over you with his arms crossed and those chocolate brown eyes are staring directly at you. Even in your drunken state this man could be so intimidating. You both stare in silence for a brief moment waiting for the other to speak when he finally breaks the silence. 

  “Why are you on the couch?” The dramatics of your long exasperated sigh are not lost on him. You always do this song and dance, you refuse to take his bed and then he insists and it’s back and forth until you finally concede. You don’t have the energy for it tonight so you opt to stand and trudge towards his bedroom down the hall. 

  You can hear his footsteps behind you as you make your way to his room, he always gives you his Metallica shirt to wear to bed and tucks you in, the man was nothing If not consistent.

  He heads towards his closet and you toe off your vans and sit on the edge of the bed patiently waiting for your shirt. He tosses you his green army shirt with black lettering and you're staring at it as if it personally offended you. He starts to exit the bedroom and you throw the shirt at the back of his head. 

  “What is that?” You say as you lean back on your elbows on the bed. He slowly turns and faces you with complete and utter shock on his face. He’s trying hard to keep his eyes on your face but fails as they trail down to your slightly open blouse. He clears his throat trying to regain some composure. 

  “First of all I’ll let that slide since I’m partially the reason you’re so drunk, Secondly the Metallica shirt is in the dirty clothes.” 

  “Excuse me, you wore my shirt?” You’ve been a brat before but the tequila has taken it to another level. He stalks towards you and you think he’s probably had enough of your shit tonight. He leans down over you, placing his hands on either side of your hips. His lips are a breath away from your ear and if you weren’t seated your legs would give out at the close proximity.

  “Sweetheart, it’s my shirt and I choose when you can and can’t have it.” His stubble brushes your cheek as he stands  and you think you could’ve come from his voice and the contact alone. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he turns to leave again. 

  “Where are you going?” You’re a little breathless and it came out more rushed than you intended. He turns again confusion written across his face. 

  “First I don’t get my Metallica shirt and then you don’t tuck me in?” You’ve been reduced to whining at this point but he can only blame himself. He was the one after all that got you accustomed to this princess treatment and is now uncharacteristically not holding up his end of the deal. 

  He turns around and picks up the army shirt and tosses it to you. “Get dressed and I’ll tuck you in.” As you begin to undress he turns toward the door,

A gentleman he always is. You pull back the covers and relish in the silk sheets. He chances a glance and you both lock eyes as if you’ve never done this before. He makes his way towards you and pulls the covers up just above your chest. 

  “This...is...all...my…fault.” He punctuates each word with a tuck and you can’t help the giggles that escape you at the sight of this man obliging your request.

   He places his hand on either side of your head on his pillow and you are breathless again. He leans in and stops as though he’s hesitating. Your lips are practically touching but it’s not enough even as you share the same air. He places a soft kiss on your lips but doesn’t pull away. You're certain he is kissing you but your brain can’t register that it’s actually happening. He senses your hesitation and begins to pull away but you chase his lips as your body comes back to you. 

  He places his hand behind your neck and you're moving as though you’ve done this a thousand times. You part your lips to allow him entry and his tongue slowly slides into yours. He bites down on your bottom lip as you pull away to raise yourself into his lap. His hands ghost up your exposed thighs and grab onto your waist hauling you into his chest. You’re on each other again,lips pressed together in a bruising kiss. 

  He begins to trail kiss along your jaw as he helps you grind your hips down on his lap. You can feel his hard cock straining through his jeans against your clothed core. The whimpers and moans from both of you have your slick slowly coating his jeans. You slowly run your fingers through his hair causing a low groan from him. He slowly begins to lift your shirt when he stops just before your breast. 

You're both desperately trying to catch your breath. 

  “Why did you stop?” You say between breaths. 

  “I can’t do this.” He looks as though he’s staring through you, directly at the sent letters on your shirt. It feels as though the blood has drained from your body when you go to stand and grab your clothes. You can’t stay here after that if he’s regretting this. 

  You beginning to dress snaps him from the trance he was in. He charges you from behind, wrapping one arm around your middle, pulling you into his chest. “I didn’t mean it that way.” You try to pry from his grip but he tightens around you. 

  “Let me go.”

  “No…please just listen to me.” He’s pleading at this point and you loosen your grip on his arm. He takes a deep breath and you can feel his hot exhale on the back of your neck. 

  “I want this, I want this with you so badly it hurts.” You shudder and try to calm your breathing not wanting to ruin this rare moment of vulnerability for Santiago Garcia. 

  “I’ve wanted you for so long and I wanted to wait until the moment was right to tell you. I wanted to talk to Benny and the guys because that’s how important you are to me. I don’t want to screw this up like I always do.”

  You’re not sure what he’s referring to but you stay silent. “I don’t want you to make this decision drunk, that’s why I had to stop. I love you.” 

  You blink your eyes and the tears that were threatening to fall while he spoke spilled down your face. He places a soft kiss to the side of your neck. 

  “If you want this with me…tell me in the morning.” He releases his grip around your waist and exits the room.

  You’re left standing in the middle of the bedroom trying to replay what just happened. 

  Por la mañana

Part 2

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[tsunflowers]

I’m glad the pope said a slur. this whole time everyone has been fighting about whether or not he’s the most liberal pope ever and if that’s good or not. but now we have something new to say about him which is he’s the first pope to be reported using rude gay slang

[zoe-is-amazingg]

Could I request maybe Steve or Billy or JJ (I’m so sorry I’m so indecisive) where you’re at a party and a guy is being strange and invading personal bubble and Steve/Billy/JJ (whichever) steps in and is like jealous but justifiably and is just protective or however you think they’d react?

I’m so sorry and I hope this is okay, this is my first time requesting something and I feel like I’m about to sweat from stress and nerves

Too Close For My Liking Man

JJ Maybank X F!Cameron!Reader

W/C - 1.0K

Summary - Some guy is invading your space and JJ doesn't approve.

Warnings - Angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol use and alcohol + drug mention and that's abt it i think!

You toss around in your bed sheets as you hear booming music over the speakers Rafe set up in the house. Fuck him. You had a test at school tomorrow and you did not need this. Rafe didn't understand, he fails school and Dad still pays him money for motorbike fuel and crack. You fail and he'll disown you. Rafe was so privileged, and you hated it with every bone in your body.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you sigh and turn it on.

Sare-Bear 🐻

Babes, you need to come down here rn. Rafe is going to kill you.

Why?

Your little crush arrived.

Shit. Read 11:23 am

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You put a proper tight dress that you had for any occasion, you weren't about to show up in a baggy T-shirt and worn-out jeans. 'Your little crush arrived.' She meant JJ, a pouge. She was right, Rafe will kill you. As long as you reach JJ before he does. You put on heels and walk out of your room and down the stairs.

"Hey! Hey! Y/N! I was hoping to see you here!" JJ exclaims as he brushes your shoulder with his fingertips. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" You half yell, you grab his wrist and lead him into your bedroom.

"We're already in your room princess? I thought you would've had some drinks first before we got in this position." He smirks. You shake your head and try to not say something back like you usually would. He looks at your bookshelf and scans the books with his fingers. "Answer the question." You mutter out.

"Uh, I'm here because the pouge were having drinks at the chateau, right? Anyway, Kie and Pope went somewhere and John B, I don't even fucking know, but I turned on the TV and started thinking about us!" He explains and you tilt your head ever so slightly at him. "In what way?"

"Well, we flirt, all the fucking time right, so what if we were more." He asks, taking a step closer to you, you were still at the door, fingers crossed no one will come in and ask why you had a man-whore of a pouge in your room. "Uh, two things, one, my dad will kill me, two, Rafe would kill both of us."

"But I just think that you're so pretty and th-""Look, JJ, I really am flattered, but we will never work, you're a pouge, I'm a kook and my parents and sibling will kill my ass." You interrupt him and he nods. He looks so sad; you would do anything just to make this moment never exist. Fuck the test tomorrow you just broke a friendship with someone who meant some much to you and as what he is saying to you makes so much sense to your heart it doesn't as much to your brain.

He steps closer to you and places a kiss on your lips so softly and breaks the kiss. You really wanted more, but you wanted alcohol more now. "Bye, Y/N." JJ mumbles as he leaves. Shit. Shit. Shit. You wish with everything that you could retake those words and never of said them in the first place. You wish that you let him finish his goddamned sentence.

You slowly walk out of your room and down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and find a bottle of Malibu and slowly pour out shots for yourself until a guy comes around and slowly starts making small talk with you. "So, what are you doing all alone?" He asks you.

"I actually live here for your information." You slur. He smirks at your remarks and cups your elbow. He tries to pull you in, but you push away. "Have you had one to many, princess? I didn't know you lived here." You sigh and push off the counter and try to go to the bathroom, but he stops you and holds your waist.

As soon as he said princess, that's when you wanted nothing to do with him. It reminded you too much of the friend you just lost about thirty minutes prior to when he came around. Fuck, you really couldn't get out of talking to him, could you?

"So, are you dating someone? Or are you mine for the taking?" The guy asks and you nod your head. He was holding your waist hard, too hard. You wanted to disappear and never see him again, but as soon as you try pull away, his grasp on you grows stronger.

"I'm-""Taken. By me, so please, step away, you're standing too close for my liking man." You hear JJ say, the look on the creeps' face as he backs away from you and JJ takes you to your own bedroom. You hug him as soon as the door closes and your press a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done without you." You whisper in his ear. As soon as you back away, your eyes go to his lips and his hands slither around your waist. Your lips hover inches away from each other's as you decide to break the gap and kiss him. Your arms twine around his neck and you giggle as you both break the kiss.

"I think we might just make it after all." You smile

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N - Please request things if you want! I have a couple that I am working on but here is the people that I write for ***

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[evita-shelby]

Rules: Share your OC's full name and the meaning/origins behind it. Then (If you'd like) inculde any insights or symbolic meanings about their name you wish to share, or just your reasons for giving them the name that you did!

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Eva Leonor Smith Riley

Cw: use of a slur, mentions of suicide

For oc names i go with how the parents would name them given the society they live in and vibe. Eva was no different.

Eva gets two lastnames because of naming conventions in mexico, so its her father's surname followed by mother's maiden name.

So first name and middle name:

Eva: is the latin spelling of the hebrew words Chava/Hava meaning life or life giver.

While i could lie and say Eva’s name was chosen of the symbolism that she helps Tommy heal and grow into a better man, she is named Eva after Evita Peron, first lady of Argentina who after her dictator husband was overthrown.

She was rather influentian and there was a myth taht where her body was hidden(it was exhumed and stolen) flowers would appear there.

Eva's name also comes from a 1917 femme fatale played by Mimi Derba in La Tigeresa named Eva who pretended to be a poor woman to win the heart of a lower class man and then broke up with him, faked her death which drove him insane only for her (now married to a rich man) to visit the institution he was in for charity and he kills her in his mad rage.

While the femme fatale is more in line with s1 Grace , Eva reveals in Of Gods and Witches she seduced the president's son and when he discovered his father was gonna have her assassinated while under house arrest he commits suicide ala Antigone and Haemon. This all happened while she was secretly dating her best friend and cousin’s secret girlfriend, Antonia.

But in the fic, Eva is named Eva because her mother, Isabel, schemed to make herself go into labor in the Sistine Chapel(right ubder God's Creation of Eve)to get the current Pope (Benedict XV) attend the baptism and his successor the future Pope Pius XI to be her godfather because the archbishop of mexico refused to go to her family's estate to baptize Eva’s older brother Gabriel.

Leonor: is the portuguese and spanish variant of Eleanor meaning Torch, light and/or sun ray.

Leonor was the name of her great grandmother who descends from Emperor Moctezuma, the last Aztec ruler, through his son Juan Moctezuma who was made a spanish noble. Leonor Moctezuma, Eva’s great grandmother, was born to a member of the Moctezuma family and a Nahua secretary in Mexico City.

Last Names:

Smith: anglo-saxon 'to hit or strike' possibly related to a person who was a metal worker.

So Smith is a common English surname and the surname of a romani traveller king named Absalom Smith in the early 19th century. He died in 1826 with the title of king of the gypsies (please excuse the slur)and had been elected so in the early 19th century according to the Mamchester Times. He was a fiddler and his daughter Beatte Smith was so beautiful there is portrait of her in Belvoir Castle, Manchester.

The Smiths were apparently an important Romani family like the Boswells who the Shelbys claim descendance from and the Welsh Romani woman Tommy seeks to see if the sapphire was cursed is also a Boswell. Eva was originally going to be a Boswell but that would've made her a relative of Tommy and i decided against it.

Riley: anglicized irish last name meaning rye-clearing.

So Eva’s grandfather Patrick Riley was an Irish immigrant and oc nephew to John Patrick Riley, Captain of the Saint Patrick's Battalion who were composed Catholic Irish, Scotsmen. Freed slaves and men of color tired of the racism they dealt with in the US and defected to Mexico right before the Mexican American War in the 1850s.

John Riley immigrated to the US due to the Great Famine and despute being known for his great strength of character and morality died alone and penniless in Veracruz as the torture and defeat of his battalion at the hands of the americans left him with very severe trauma and teh letters D on both sides of his face branded onto his skin for desertion even though he deserted before the war.

It provides as to why Eva is of mixed race and how her grandmother who is old money ended up having red haired children and show how diverse Mexico actually is

[katie-the-bug]

Back by unpopular demand: my thoughts on Left Behind #9

Here we go again with Desecration, a book that's nothing if not frustrating.

The characters:

The Tribulation Force: Rayford Steele, pilot; Buck Williams, journalist; Chloe Williams, organizer; Kenny Williams, infant; Tsion Ben-Judah, internet evangelist and ex-rabbi; Chaim Rosenzweig, new Israeli convert; Mac McCullum, backup pilot; Abdullah Smith, backup to the backup pilot; Albie, former black-marketer, espionage expert; David Hassid, unemployed IT guy; Chang Wong, new IT guy on the inside; Leah Rose, nurse and spy; Hannah Palemoon, nurse; Hattie Durham, newly converted ex-girlfriend of the Beast.

The Global Community: Nicolae Carpathia, Antichrist, allegedly possessed by Satan; Leon Fortunato, Satan's little helper; Viv Ivins, role unclear.

At the beginning of the book, Hattie's off on a mission and has gone no-contact, and Buck, as has been the trend for every book to feature Hattie in any capacity, immediately assumes she's been compromised. I had thought the characters would trust her more now that she's converted, but I guess not.

Numerous believers have brought vehicles and supplies for "Operation Eagle," an effort to evacuate converted Jews from Jerusalem to Petra. Some have brought "directed energy weapons," which I understand to be laser guns. They're explicitly non-lethal, though, which is no fun.

In Chapter 2, Chang expresses his anxieties about having had the Mark of the Beast forced on him and the depression that naturally results from being unsure of his eternal fate. Mac berates him for seeking guidance instead of focusing on his mission for the Tribulation Force. While his help is important for things to go smoothly, I feel like it might also be important for Chang to be sure that God hasn't rejected him out of hand.

"I will learn some slurs about you and torment your ancestors." Abdullah would do numbers here.

In Chapter 2, Nicolae tells his security chief that dissenters are to be shot nine times - two in each limb and one in the head - before their corpses are beheaded. Overkill much?

Hattie gets a message from Michael the Archangel that she is to speak out against the Antichrist when he comes to Jerusalem, even though that will lead to her immediate death. I told y'all her days were numbered.

The GC's new anthem is called "Hail Carpathia." Buck, described as a "wordsmith," mentally changes it to "Fail Carpathia" and alters the lyrics to basic insults. Yeah, Buck, that'll show 'em.

Nicolae decides to play at being a fake Jesus, riding a pig for a triumphant entry into Jerusalem and visiting a number of holy sites. One of these sites is the Garden Tomb, which some Protestants, including the authors, believe to be where Jesus was buried, against archaeological evidence that the site is too old. Everyone else believes Jesus was buried in the Holy Sepulchre, and you'd think that Nicolae, having once allied himself with the Pope, would visit that instead. I can only assume Satan shares the authors' beliefs about where Jesus was buried.

While Nicolae is standing on Skull Hill (distinct from the probable Golgotha housed inside the Church of the Holy Sepulchre), Hattie verbally condemns him and gets fried by Leon's powers. I'm sure the authors meant for this to be triumphant, but it just feels pointless.

After a talking statue of Nicolae (long story) gives a speech about why people should take the Mark, Buck wonders if Chaim, who's watching with him, will give the other side of the story. Chaim replies that the people at the Temple "know their options." They literally don't, but okay.

Tsion warns any nonbelievers in his audience that God may have "hardened their hearts," making it impossible for them to be saved. First of all, why warn these people if there's nothing they can do? Second of all, I've said it once and I'll say it again, why would God mind-control someone into rejecting him? The characters harp on how God wants everyone to come to him and is not willing that any should perish, but that's clearly not the case if he'll pull stunts like that.

We see Nicolae negotiate with Chaim for the plague of sores affecting his followers to be lifted, and he even agrees to unfavorable terms that he actively resents. If he's supposed to be pure evil and a raging egotist, wouldn't he just accept his people's suffering as the price he has to pay to get his way?

Chaim preaches to a crowd that "The God who created you loves you." But not so much that he'll forgive you taking the Mark of the Beast in order to survive. The God of Left Behind is all take and no give - you deserve nothing from him, and that's exactly what you'll get, but if you do anything less than die for him he'll condemn you to an eternity of suffering.

Nicolae commits murder on holy ground and sacrifices a pig in the Jewish Temple, and, in a surprisingly realistic moment, this causes a riot. Eventually the mob has him cornered, but Chaim dissuades them from trying to kill him because prophecy says it's not his time yet. Frankly, I think someone should try. We've never seen an attempt to kill Nicolae that ends in proof of his invincibility, and in the absence of any textual evidence to the contrary I conclude that the only reason he survives is because the characters are so convinced that he will that they don't even try.

A bunch of people who already have the Mark are among those who rebel against Nicolae, and Buck can only think of how they're still doomed. Any claim by the authors that their God is merciful is a marketing ploy; in truth, their God rejects those who make a mistake and still want to come to him.

Meanwhile in Petra, David is abruptly killed by a pair of GC soldiers who were left behind in an attack a few chapters ago. Good thing someone with his exact skill set and resources just joined the Tribulation Force, otherwise they'd be in real trouble!

In Chapter 14, the oceans turn to blood, killing every sea creature and ending sea travel. Now, nobody could ever accuse LaHaye and Jenkins of doing any research, but it's grating how they seem to have no concept of how this would affect global ecosystems, trade, and the goddamn atmosphere. To the characters, it's a mere triviality.

Petra is attacked by GC forces that are promptly swallowed by the ground. That feels like an excellent stopping point, but the book goes on for another hundred pages.

Chang has to take a lie detector test to prove his loyalty to the GC, and he passes by mentally recontextualizing the questions so that they're about Jesus rather than Nicolae. This feels very wrong, but the way the testing technology is described sounds like magic anyway so I'll give it a pass.

In Chapter 19, we learn that Nicolae watches videos of Christians being beheaded to relax and unwind. You do you, I guess?

To disguise himself as an Egyptian, Rayford has his skin "chemically darkened." Now, I've learned to expect very little of these authors, but having your characters do brownface? Really?

Chang's parents, previously rabid Antichrist loyalists, have decided to refuse the Mark. I think it would have been interesting for them to take it and have the characters and audience wrestle with the damnation of people they care about, but I don't think the authors want us thinking about that.

The book ends with bombs being dropped on Petra just as Tsion arrives. Such cliffhanger, much wow.

[jakecockley]

- drunken confession -

✧ pairing: santiago “pope�� garcia x f!reader 

✧ summary: your best friend santi needs a ride home after a night out with the guys. pope, being the drunk man he is, confesses his pent-up feelings for you. 

✧ genre: fluff/soft comfort

✧ warnings: nothing bad, just mentions of alcohol and a bit of cursing

✧ word count: 1.2k

✧ author’s note: listen i’m like, in love with santi rn and um i was like why not do a lil fic of him? this is probably the first fic i’ve ever posted lol and well hope u guys like it! :) ♡ this is more in santi's pov and how he views you rather than vice versa. !! keep in mind, english is not my first language and if u see any mistakes pls ignore them :') (this doesn’t help my oscar obsession) 

@marc-spectorr helped me come up with this !! pls read her fics ! they're amazing and she's one of my favorite fanfic authors. i love u callie, this one's for u amiga, hope u like it ! ♥︎ 

You had just picked up your best friend, who was, not to your surprise, drunk.

It made your eyebrows raise in amusement as you quietly snickered to yourself, seeing just how out of it Santiago was as he stumbled over to your car. He was usually so composed and right now, he was loosened up.

Frankie had texted you earlier, asking if you could give Santi a ride home. The other boys were still drinking and partying their hearts out, they weren't going anywhere just yet. He had hoped you could take Pope with you, knowing you were just getting out of work anyways. He didn't want another wasted man to take care of, plus, he knew Santi would get rest if he went home early.

Not to mention how much Pope spoke of you; Frankie knew the man felt something for you, and vice versa. The two of you were just stubborn or shy, if he could call it that, to admit it to each other.

"Heeyy princesa," Santi slurred as soon as he was inside the car with you. "I missed you, I was looking, everywhere for you," he added, his hand snaking up to grab yours, interlocking your fingers with his own, while his other open palm gestured to the air around him.

You felt your heart flutter all of a sudden in your chest. He usually wasn't this touchy with you.

What does that mean? No, no, relax, he's just drunk.

Sure, there were the occasional hugs and his arm placed around your shoulders, but, never.. hand-holding. God, you felt your heart beat quicker by the minute.

"You look really beautiful tonight, amor," Santi complimented, "but you always do, right, Morales? Veery beautiful."

Your cheeks warmed up at his words.

"Take care of this idiot for me, will you?" Frankie chuckled, clapping Santi on the shoulder.

"Oh, I will, don't you worry." You grinned, your gaze shifting over to Santi who was staring at you with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile.

"Alright, drive safe, amiga."

▬

Santi watched as you hummed to the music playing on the radio, eyes on the road, hand on the steering wheel and everything.

He noticed you were wearing scrubs, which barely clicked in his head that you had just come out of work.

"How.. was work, hermosa? Busy?" He asked you, that lopsided smile of his still on his handsome face. His short salt-and-pepper curls were hit by the bright red hue of the traffic light, illuminating his face too, the curve of his nose, his cheekbones.

Santi softly brushed his thumb across the warm skin of your hand, still holding it, in a way that screamed "i'm not letting go anytime soon".

You turned to look at him. "Oh, it was horribly busy. I had a lot of patients this shift and god, the doctor was chewing my ear off..."

As you explained to him how your day went, your words faded away as his dark brown eyes studied the features of your face for a long moment. The shape of your nose, your lips, your eyes, your scars, your eyebrows.

The same face he fell in love with ever since he had met you in that hospital in Paraguay, where you tended to the children that needed immediate medical attention with such carefulness and precision. He remembered how he felt when his heart stopped at the sight of you. You looked so beautiful and so caring; the way you softly smiled at the kid you were helping.

His gaze flitted down to your interlocked hands.

He loved you, and so he thought, with a burst of confidence, maybe he should tell you that tonight.

▬

"Come on honey, dance with me for a bit." Santi chuckled at you as he pulled you in for a spin, much to your cute protest.

"What you should be doing instead of dancing, Garcia, is getting your drunk ass to bed." You laughed, swatting at his chest playfully to make him let go of you. As much as you wanted to dance with him, he was drunk and you wanted him to get some rest.

"Only if you're there with me." He winked and you rolled your eyes at him in response. His hands drifted down to place themselves on your waist.

Santi felt your body go still from the feeling of his hands on you. He smirked down at you, and soon, that smirk turned into a soft smile.

Quickly enough, your own hands found themselves around his neck. You returned the smile he gave you without hesitation.

He leaned forward, gently placing his forehead against yours.

He heard your breath quietly hitch in your throat.

Even with all of the alcohol in his system, Santi suddenly and strangely felt steady.

He loved you, and he wanted to tell you that. Maybe he should. Would right now be a good time?

He knew you felt the same. He noticed how you would get visibly flustered whenever he'd compliment you, how you'd smile to yourself as you looked away from him, how you'd gaze at him when you thought he wasn't looking. He knew you did.

But if he was wrong, he'd know by your reaction.

A good minute passed by.

"San-"

"I like you," he cut you off, "a lot. Like, a lot, a lot." Santi laughed quietly under his breath.

"This isn't the alcohol talking, baby. I know, I'm not so great with this... kind of thing; confessing feelings and all, but I don't think I can hide it anymore."

"I've loved you ever since I saw you in that hospital years ago. I-I can barely understand what I feel for you." He whispered, one hand now on the side of your face, the other on your hip. Santi noticed the way your eyes slightly widened in surprise and in another emotion he couldn't quite place.

"I love the sound of your voice, I love the way your nose scrunches up when you smile, I love it when you dance in the kitchen, thinking nobody else is watching you. I love everything about you, you know?"

"I.. I've never felt anything like this before, preciosa. You're fucking beautiful and sometimes I-I wonder to myself how lucky I am to be your best friend. I just hope we can become something more." He finished, losing himself in those eyes he loved so much.. but judging by your stunned silence, he was quick to add: "B-but if you don-"

"Do you really feel that way, Santiago?" It was your turn to cut him off with a whisper, a pretty smile growing on your lips. You rarely called him by his actual name.

His heart swelled at the sound of you saying it.

"Meant every word, amor." He sighed in relief, feeling your hands hold his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks slowly. He swore you could hear his heart beating.

Next thing he knew, you were softly pressing your lips against his, drawing him in as close as you could.

If his heart was running fast earlier, it was certainly running a fucking marathon right now. Probably add in a somersault, too.

Santi's arms wrapped and tightened around you, as if never wanting to let go, afraid that this moment would vanish if he did so.

He knew he'd never get tired of kissing you.

Eventually, you pulled away from him with a smile, much to his dismay.

Gazing into his onyx eyes, you chuckled to yourself, whispering:

"I love you too, Santiago Garcia. You have no idea."

[fiction-is-life]

Drunken Confessions

Summary:  (Y/N) gets a little too drunk at a Boneyard party and says exactly what she wants.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, suggestive/explicit dialogue, mentions of blow jobs and sex

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“Topper Thornton, I need to talk to you!” (Y/N) slurred, stumbling towards the blond Kook who was just as surprised as his friends at her bold exclamation.  He looked past her briefly and could see (Y/N)’s friends were chasing after her, concerned looks on their faces.  

One look at her could tell anybody that she was drunk.  Her cheeks were flushed despite the slight chill to the air and she was dangerously close to falling over with every step she took across the sandy beach.  She had definitely had more than the one drink she usually stuck with.

“Can I help you, (Y/N)?” Topper intoned, his typical hauteur practically oozing from him as he looked down his nose at her.  He could feel Rafe’s and Kelce’s stiffening posture beside him as John B, Pope, and JJ filed in behind (Y/N) in case there was any trouble.  Topper had the impression Kie followed more for moral support than anything else.

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open in a scoff.  “Can I help you?” she repeated his words, her voice rising in both pitch and volume with every word.  “Can I help you?  Yeah, you can help me a lot by taking me home and letting me blow you.”

Topper’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at her words, and he was barely able to react before she was throwing her arms around his neck, rubbing up and down the front of his body like a cat, whimpering about how much she needed him.  He simply caught her on instinct, but he just as quickly placed some distance between them when he felt her hand crawl towards his crotch.

(Y/N) felt him tense, sensed the rejection before he told her.  She grunted, a small little kitten pout forming on her lips.  He half expected her to stomp her foot when she continued to speak, “Topper, take me home right now or I’m breaking up with you.”  She poked him in the chest, thinking it would evoke some angry passion in her boyfriend, making him carry her away and fulfill all her wildest fantasies.  “You know, if we were vikings I could divorce you for not satisfying my sexual desires.  I don’t want to have to do that, Topkins, so you better get me in bed right now, mister!”

Topper turned every shade of red when that nickname slipped from between her lips, and he could feel the unapologetic stares of everyone at the party boring into his back as his girlfriend - his secret, Pogue girlfriend - revealed that not only were they dating but that they also had sex.  The first part he was kind of glad was out in the open - it had been (Y/N)’s idea to keep it secret, not knowing how their friends would react due to the history between them - but that didn’t mean he wanted everyone on the island to know everything about his private life with (Y/N).  And after this little episode it was sure to be the center of gossip for weeks.

He inhaled deeply, consciously trying to only look at (Y/N) (who could barely look at him straight).  He ran his hands up and down her arms in a comforting manner.  “Darling, I think I need to take you home, but we’re going to go to sleep and nothing else,” he explained, slowly, as if talking to a young child.

It was instant waterworks after this pronouncement.  (Y/N)’s lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears.  “Do you not love me anymore, Top?” she cried.  She sniffled and his eyes widened in panic, never knowing how to deal with tears, especially hers since he always ached to take the pain for himself so she didn’t have to feel it.  “Is it because I just told everyone we’re dating when I said I didn’t want to?”  She wailed, “Oh my gosh, I’m such a liar!  No wonder you hate me!”

She tried to twist out of his grip back towards her friends that - besides Kie, who Topper realized must have known for a while - looked like a group of clowns had just run by them.  However, he held fast, drawing her into his chest, pressing her ear lightly to the place directly over his heart, letting her hear how his heart beat just for her.  He shushed her sobs, murmuring so that only she could hear him, “Oh, sweet girl, I could never hate you.  It’s just the opposite, darling.  I love you so much I don’t want to do anything that might hurt you.  And doing anything but making sure you get home safely would hurt you, so I’m not gonna do that, okay?”

She lifted her head to look at him fully, neither of them noticing the wet spot her tears had left on his shirt.  She sniffled once more, nodding her head that she understood.  He wiped the remaining tears from her eyes away with his thumbs, taking the chance to caress her soft skin.  He motioned to the parking lot with a small jerk of his head.  “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

She smiled a little dopey smile as they linked hands, letting him lead her away from the awestruck yet admiring partygoers.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Home

TW:  Language. Mentions of Domestic abuse. Angst.

SUMMARY: A recent injury from your father sends your boyfriend to spiral and prove just how much he cares. To protect him, you find a way to convince him to stay from enduring what you have.

WORD COUNT:1300

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Would you write a Pope x maybank!reader fic, so like the reader is jj’s sister? I don’t have a plot idea other than Luke hitting you for the first time (maybe he would usually only yell at you and hit JJ but one day he hit you when jj wasn’t there and when you get to the chateau you try to hid it but everyone can see something is wrong and they didn’t know that you went home to grab something, so they keep trying to make you talk to them and when you’re changing or something, Pope (your boyfriend) walks in and sees your bruises and cuts from Luke) but like I said, that’s the only plot I can think of so if you have something else in mind, please do that!

*WASN'T SURE IF YOU WANTED SMUT BUT I FELL THIS WAS HOW IT WOULD WORK BEST.*

Home

It had never come to this until now. JJ was usually the one on the receiving end of your father's wrath. But having returned home for Kiara's sweater you had kept long overdue, your father, by title only, made you the sole source of his anger. A wobbling drunk reeking of failed ambitions and the cheapest alcohol able to be purchased in abundance, Luke had followed you around as you were in search of the damned sweater, explicit accusations leaving his slurred speech as you just wanted to leave. But in an attempt to do so, a muttering made from having tripped, he took it as disrespect and sent a hand to your face. 

"You look just like her, you know…after I had to put her in her place to-"

"My mother-" 

"So disrespectful-need to learn some fucking manners…" He mumbled, moving away from the scene and leaving you in tears as you remained stunned for a time before hearing your phone buzz at your hip. A call from your boyfriend as he had expected you at The Chateau an hour prior left him in a state of worry as he knew the situation you had endured. But until now, it was nothing more than crude and even cruel words. But you didn't want Pope to know. You didn't want anyone to. You knew they would only make it worse in the attempt to make it better. So you pulled a dusty cap from the porch and returned to your bike. 

"You couldn't find it?" Kiara asked, forcing your focus to alter to her. 

"No, sorry, I uh…I'll get it next time." Everyone saw the shift in your attitude as you were usually as bubbly as champagne and were now nothing more than a diluted soda-if that. The comparison as humorous as it may be, the situation was anything but. Luckily nobody seemed to notice the wounds left behind as they has yet to bruise and the cut on your lip was able to be concealed as you bit it. But there was one person who knew you best. 

"Babe?" Pope asked in repetition as you just begged internally that nobody would ask you if you were okay as you could feel tears brimming at just the thought. But he knew you too well. 

"I'm just tired…" 

"So I still don't get to see your pretty little smile even though you're-" As he flicked the brim of your hat up, noticing the wounds, he was quick to his feet. Pope was the absolute last person to show emotion as he was the voice of reasons. But when it came to his passions, you being the prime example, he was just as unhinged as your brother, JJ, was about, well everything. 

"Did you go there alone?! I thought JJ was supposed to be there! He put his hands on you?! I'm gonna fucking kill him!" But your fingers were desperate to keep him to you as you knew what your father was capable of. If not against JJ or recently yourself, than for the multitude of barfights he'd been victorious in. 

"Please-"

"He doesn't have the right to hit who he wants because he can't get his shit together! And it's time someone puts him in his place!" Pope was halfway through the door before you were able to wrap your weight around him. 

"I don't want to lose you, please!"

"Nothing is going to happen to me, but he doesn't get to hit you-or anybody else!"

"Please, Pope! He is just looking for a reason to call the cops on any one of you! Please just stay with me-" Your tears were enough to convince him as everyone within the chateau watched on in disbelief. Expressions of contagious pity sat across each of their faces as he looked at all of them and finalizing his focus to you. 

"Are you okay?" The level-headed Pope you knew had returned. Your well-being, first and foremost the focus of importance, as you slowly nodded. 

"Then let's make sure those cuts don't get infected." He led you to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, before pulling the first aid kit from the cabinet at the bottom of the sink. 

"I'm sorry…" He spoke while he hung over the kit, stilled in self loathing as your hands were quick to apprehend his strong shoulders now beneath your fingers. As he faced you, you saw how truly hateful he was for your father. To be honest, it was hard, even impossible, to find anyone who felt anything positive for Luke, but the way it altered Pope was a new degree of loathing. 

"You shouldn't have gone alone…"

"It doesn't matter now. I'm okay, I promise."

"Until next time, you mean. When we can't be there? When JJ is off somewhere else? You shouldn't be there!" He paused, his eyes casting off for only a moment before returning to you. 

"And you won't have to be."

"What?"

"There's enough room here and JJ spends most of it here anyway…and besides, you would be with me. I wouldn't have to miss you and I could make sure that you were taken care of…"

"I-"

"What reason would you have not to? You won't even have to go there yourself. There is enough of us to get your stuff and whatever you don't have, I'll make sure you get-"

"Pope, I-"

"I don't ever want you to feel controlled or threatened, but I'm not giving you a choice with this, baby. You're not going back there. Ever."

Tears fell down your cheeks at the thought. Even though he was abusive and cruel, even though you had watched him spend rent money on alcohol and pills, and even though he had beaten JJ nearly comatose, he was still your father. But with someone like Pope, the thought of family was more than blood and the thought of a home was not where your belongings were kept or the darkest secrets were kept. It was a person, your person-Pope. 

"I love you." Was all you could manage as he understood the weight of these words, even more meaningful than the first time you'd spoken them. And because of that, he brought your face between his hands. 

"Nobody will ever hurt you again. Nobody. I love you so much-" Rears filled his own eyes to know you held such pain. But from this moment forward, he would share everything with you. Every pain. Every success. And he would do so happily in you knowing he was your haven and he was, indeed, your home. Just as you were his. 

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[stepfordgoth]

literally everything I've heard about Catholics this year has been funny as fuck I'm sorry! First the pope using very specific Italian homosexual slurs and now this..... Just the funniest time

I think the new anime mascot for Catholicism is soooo funny I can't lie about it. The fact that for literally 2000 years Catholic art was this grand majestic genre (for lack of better words) of rich oil paintings and sculptures, and some of western humanity's greatest and most recognizable works of art were Catholic, and now Catholicism is symbolized by what looks like a doodle a bored 13 year old would make in their notebook at school, is just so fucking hilarious to me

[julesclues]

hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” 

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day. 

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges. 

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.” 

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant. 

Dear JJ, 

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not. 

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He  looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting. 

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.” 

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’ 

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.” 

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

 JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back. 

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly. 

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”

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Midnight - JJ Maybank

Request: Hello, I would love to read something when reader gets shot and JJ is worried sick about her. Thank you!

A/N: Thank you for this insanely inspiring request...hopefully I did it justice.

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The smoke from the bonfire dissipated as it rose, like clouds blending into the darkness of the night. You kept your eyes shut, so tight you could see colors behind your lids as you listened to the sound of Rafe and Barry tearing through the Chateau. If you looked to your right, you knew Sarah would be there, just as scared as you were. On your left side, a branch over, was JJ. He would probably be trying to save face, to look unafraid even though this all felt a little too real for any of you. Just moments earlier, minutes, really, you’d been sitting at the bonfire with JJ, his sweatshirt keeping you warm in the chill of the early autumn night, everyone shouting after Pope and Kiara as they took the HMS out.  

Having John B and Sarah back felt surreal. Like you could do anything you wanted to do. And somehow, even scrambling up the big tree in front of the Chateau while John B threw a bucket of water over the fire, you still truly thought that everything would be okay.  

You hadn’t even felt it at first, as Barry grabbed Rafe and he fired up into tree, you dropped flush against the limb, bark digging into your body. You saw a bullet hit the tree near JJ and all you could remember thinking was how relieved you were that he hadn’t been hit. You waited until you heard Barry and Rafe leave, speeding away from the Chateau, before you tried to move. And then you felt it, a burning in your shoulder worse than the time you’d broken your arm skateboarding. You tired to push yourself back up but your right arm gave out and you fell into the tree, cursing as you lost your balance and slipped, landing on the grass. 

Flat on your back, staring up at the leaves in the tree obscuring the stars and the blurry vision of JJ jumping out of the tree. Sarah reached you first, falling onto her knees beside you and pushing the old sweatshirt out of the way to try and see where the blood that was coating the fabric was coming from.  

“Holy shit!” Sarah shouted, “oh my god…oh my god! John B, she’s bleeding! I think she was shot!”

John B pulled Sarah away from you, covering her mouth with his hand, “be quiet. The last thing we need is for them to turn back around.” Trying to shut her up was in vain, all you could hear was the pounding of JJ’s boots on the ground and John B cursing when he was pushed out of the way as JJ crowded in to see you, “lemme see!” JJ said, dropping to his knees next to you. 

Having him there, so close to you, felt like it reignited something in you and you turned your head to the sound of his voice, obscured stars fading until all you saw in the dark was JJ kneeling over you. “JJ,” you reached your hand across your body to feel your shoulder and he pushed you away, shaking his head. 

“Don’t, I got it…it’s gonna be okay.” He promised, pressing his hand into the blood-soaked sweatshirt. “John B man, we gotta get her to a hospital.”  

“What is it?” You asked, words slurring, they felt heavy on your tongue...like you’d forgotten them. “What happened?”

“No, it’s okay,” JJ repeated. He wiped one of his hands on the front of his shirt before reaching your free hand and squeezing it, “it’s okay, we’re gonna get help.”

“We need to get outta here, if they heard us they might circle back.” John B urged, his train of thought still on Rafe and Barry. He tried to grab Sarah’s arm as she scrambled for the front door of the Chateau, “Sarah!”

“I’m getting the keys to her car, John B! JJ’s right, we need to take her to the hospital!” She called, tearing through the picked over living room. Rafe and Barry had done a number on the inside of the small house but she managed to spot your keys, the Kildare County High School lanyard sticking out amongst couch cushions. 

While she dug through the house, JJ stayed by your side, hand pressed over your shoulder, trying to apply pressure to the wound and stop the bleeding, staining red. John B opened up the back door of your jeep, pushing your backpack off the seat and grabbing a towel from the trunk to throw down. “JJ,” he turned back to his friend to find JJ practically shaking as he sat there, over you, “JJ, we need to get her in the back seat.” 

JJ nodded his head vigorously as he tried to stand up, stumbling back the first time and catching himself on the ground, bloodied hands sticking to grass and dirt. His whole body was shaking and you were lying there, half-conscious but too out of it to respond to anything, eyes flickering shut as JJ and John B lifted you. The movement jostled you and you screamed at the shock of it.  

“Shit! Careful John B!” JJ cursed, unable to do much else for you.

“I’m doing the best I can!” John B snapped.  

Everything felt like it was moving in autopilot for JJ, all his focus was on you and he was completely positive that if he stopped for even a second, he would collapse. Since his feet hit the ground beneath the tree every thought in his mind had been you.  

They were careful of your shoulder as they loaded you in, JJ climbing into the backseat of your jeep and guiding you to lay over his lap. You groaned again as he grabbed your arm, keeping you on your back when you tried to roll over. He leaned down, kissing your forehead and promising, quietly, that everything was going to be okay.  

“I got the keys!” Sarah shouted, holding them up as she ran to the car. “I got the keys!” 

The drive to the hospital felt like a blur. You weren’t even entirely sure that Sarah stopped at any of the stop signs that you knew you were on the road. JJ kept his hand on your shoulder the entire time, though somewhere along the way you stopped feeling it.  

You couldn’t remember it, and when you were finally lucid enough to remember anything at all no one mentioned it, but the minute you were pushed behind the doors, away from the waiting room, JJ lost it. He’d spent the whole ride shaking like a leaf and as they wheeled you away it was everything John B could do to keep his best friend in the waiting room. He had his arms around JJ’s shoulders and he almost lifted him off the ground trying to keep him away.  

“JJ! She’s gonna be okay.” Sarah said, grabbing at his arm as he pulled out of John B’s hold. As he broke away, JJ punched the wall by the door, shouting ‘fuck’ at the top of his lungs and alerting the desk nurse to the three of them. No one told you, later on, that JJ had punched the wall though you noticed his bandaged hand, and no one told you that two security guards had to escort him outside until he could cool down.  

John B stayed in the waiting room while Sarah followed JJ outside. The security guards left him at a bench and Sarah knelt down in front of him, putting a hand on his knee to try and calm him down, or ground him as much as possible. “Hey, the doctors are doing everything they can JJ and it’s going to be okay. They said that the bullet didn’t hit anything major.”  

“I can’t...” he breathed out, covering his face with his hands, “I don’t...what do I do if she isn’t?”

“She will be, Jay.” Sarah replied, “I think though...I think we should call Shoupe and tell him what happened.”

“Fucking Rafe man...it doesn’t even matter. Shoupe didn’t do shit about Gavin and he’s not doing anything about Peterkin...he’s not gonna give a fuck about this either.”  

“You don’t know that.”  

By the time you did wake up, Kiara and Pope had come back from the HMS, huddled in the corner of the waiting room with John B and Sarah, whispering with each other about what had happened and checking every few seconds that JJ, who was pacing back and forth, wearing out a rug near the nurses’ station. He was the first one back to see you when the nurse finally came out to tell them that you were awake. JJ was shaking worse than he had in the car. Kiara had found a clean shirt of his in the back of her SUV, the old one tossed in a trash can in the men’s bathroom when Pope suggested changing so he didn’t totally freak you out.  

And you, JJ felt like his heart was pounding up into his throat when he walked into the hospital room and saw you laying there in bed, hooked up to IVs and only half lucid because of the morphine that they were giving you. But you gave him that sleepy smile you did in the mornings when you slept over at John B’s with him and the shaking in his hands started to subside as he dragged a chair over and sat down next to you.  

“Hey,” you whispered, voice hoarse from being intubated during surgery.  

All the promises that he’d whispered in the car, that Sarah had supplied him with as they sat up and waited all night, they were true. You were awake and you’d be okay and he was gonna nail Rafe to the wall for this...but maybe for now he’d just sit with you and remember how to breath.  

“Hey.”