#highpope fics

[highpope]

stuck with you - jj maybank blurb

hurt/comfort fic with my fave blond pogue while i get back into the swing of writing. this trope is everything to me i will never get sick of it. the formatting of this is so weird im sorry

warnings: mentions of blood and a fight. not graphic

requests are open! :))

“y/n, it’s not that bad. Stop looking at me like that,” JJ had said as he came through your front door, face and hands covered in blood that wasn’t completely his own.  “Your nose is actively dripping blood and your hand looks broken, J. It is most certainly that bad.” 

It wasn’t unusual for him to come to you in these types of situations, but that didn’t make it any easier. But if he felt comfortable enough to seek you out when he was hurting, you would take it. You kept your medicine cabinet well stocked with bandages and antiseptics for reasons like this, but also threads for stitches and some heavier dose medication that they don’t specifically sell over the counter at convenience stores. Hospitals were expensive and none of you had the kind of money to go to the ER every time someone got in a fight.

“It’s not like I haven’t broken it before. Besides you should see-” 

“Shut up.” You spoke, cutting him off and walking into the bathroom.

You didn’t want to hear about it.JJ follows and together you get situated like clockwork, not even needing words. He jumps up to sit on the counter while you wash your hands and get everything you need.

“Here,” you said as you handed him a rag to hold to his nose. You tap his knee with the back of your hand and he moves so you can stand in between his legs. His eyes soften when he looks down at you and you have to actively fight the blush creeping up your neck.

You gently move his head to face the wall with a hand on his chin, assessing the damage. “If something hurts, you tell me.” 

He nods, “yes ma'am.” a smile plays on his lips. 

You roll your eyes and start washing the cuts around his cheekbone and forehead. Such a flirt.

Sighing you tilt his head up slightly and clean the blood off his cracked lip. 

He drops his hand from his nose, the blood seeming to have stopped with the added pressure, “my little nurse,” he says, leaning to kiss your temple. You fight the urge to lean into his touch. Softly cleaning up the rest of his face and began to run your thumbs across his cheeks and nose to check for any broken bones. 

“Ya know, you’re gonna be glad you had all this practice when you get into med school.” 

You can feel him smile under your hands but you don't answer. Just keep scanning over his face.

JJ reaches out and smooths your furrowed eyebrows, “Hey” he says softly.

“Baby, stop.” he reaches out, encircling your wrists and bringing your hands down to rest in his lap. Tears well up in your eyes and you blink, trying not to let any out.

“Talk to me, baby, please.” JJ says, his voice just above a whisper. 

You take a deep breath before speaking, “I just. I don’t like seeing you like this. J, what if something more happens and I can’t fix it. Or I’m not here or god, JJ, I don’t know.” Your tears were now uncontrollable.

JJ swipes your cheeks, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I never mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” He wraps his legs around your body and moves you so you're resting against his chest. 

“I’m the one supposed to be taking care of you,” you sniff.

His hands are in your hair and one slowly moves up and down on your back, tracing comforting circles. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m not going to leave you, ya know.” 

“Yeah?” you whisper, lifting your head back up to look at him. 

“Yeah,” he replies, kissing your forehead, “do you know how crazy I’d have to be to mess this up? You’re stuck with me, kid.”

[highpope]

I’ve known since you wandered home with John B in third grade, and gave me all the answers (even though they were wrong) to my math homework that if there was going to be another boy in my life, he was going to have to fight you for that spot.

you’re KIDDING

She Wanted You

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count:1.4k

Warnings:none

A/n: angst bc im boycotting watching season three LOL, not my gif

“What do you mean she left?” JJ questioned, dumbfounded. He didn’t realize it, but he was walking into a war zone. The Chateau no longer had the same feel. It was like someone sucked the air out, and pumped smog in. 

Keep reading

[mrs-cameron]

thanks for tagging me @starkey-babie 💛💜

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

3 ships:

jjpope

love and joe from “you” (CRAZY? yeah that’s the whole point)

don’t get me wrong, i love me some toxic ass chair from gg, but maturing is realising dair were much more compatible (minus him being gg because i refuse to accept it). thx for my attraction to toxic men tho gg 💋

last song:

she’s my collar - gorillaz, kali uchis

last movie:

can’t remember the last time i had an attention span to sit through the whole movie

currently reading:

no books rn 😭 i read your fics tho

currently watching:

i switched my attention from tv shows to true crime youtube so… kendall rae is my number one bae (will rewatch obx sometime soon… it’s for my soul)

currently consuming:

nothing but i probably should go find smth it’s noon already

currently craving:

get more energy i’m exhausted lately

i’m tagging: @mentalpolaroids @highpope @noellestrash @futur3milf @rosealie @pogueslandia @hernameisnoell (if you want to ofc 😌❤️)

[highpope]

hey hi :) my requests for blurbs/headcanons are open while I’m working on my new series <3

open to writing for anything on my list but mostly obx and the summer I turned pretty !!

[highpope]

highpope masterlist (updated)

in case ya want to read the nonsense ive written. i only write under the name highpope on tumblr and AO3.

♡ unfinished sereis | ❤ completed work | ☆ my favorites ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*: OUTER BANKS

haunted house blurb (jj x reader)  “my gf is a nerd” (jj x reader) sick headcanon (jj x reader) bday headcanon (jj x reader) ☆ what are you smiling about (jj x reader) ☆ and it always leads back to you (and my hometown) hide and seek (jj x reader) home with you masterlist (jj x oc) ♡ Silver Keys masterlist  (jj x oc) ♡ valentine's day blurb (jj x reader) stuck with you (jj x reader) ☆ pieced together (show rewrite) ♡ thanksgiving headcanon fall date headcanon (pope x reader) hogwarts houses x obx  pogues as different things people have said to me  trying to braid kie’s hair headcanon  wlw Kie boo! (jj x reader) TSITP

some things are better off untouched (jeremiah x deb ball reader) JATP

dating luke headcanon  at school with Julie  things my mom has said jatp | pt. 2

[highpope]

home with you Masterlist

Outer Banks!College AU | JJ Maybank x Original Female Character

Multi-part series in which Chandler moves into college with her best friends Sarah & Kiara. Only there's this asshole who lives above them that is out to make her life a living hell.

aka a self indulgent fic where the black cat academic dates the team captain

meet the OC ch. one ch. two

[highpope]

Meet my OC (home with you series)

Chandler Young - female!reader, 20, communications major, cheerleader, perfectionist, would do anything for her friends, values academics, honesty over nicety, classic kook to pogue pipeline like Sarah & Kie. the three have been life long friends and all committed to the same university. The girls have decided to room together in an off campus apartment for their Sophomore year. home with you series masterlist

[highpope]

some things are better off untouched

part one - live on ao3 here.

Lucy has been in love with her best friend Jeremiah since she was 14, but she couldn't ever tell him. Not when she was sure he didn't feel the same way.

Jeremiah x OC - Debutante Ball Escort fic

obviously not all of this is canon but I'm going off od the outline of the tv series tsitp and not so much the book.

tags: some ppl who have showed interest :)

@illumi3 @callmeniffy @youguysoozechemistry @andrewgarfields-girlfriend @whoreforrobin @ahalya25 @randumfanfics @bmkisseths @spencerreidsknee @headshoulderskneesand-toews @gillybear17 @neighborhoodspidey

[highpope]

Thanksgiving HC - JJ Maybank

hi! happy (american) thanksgiving however you celebrate lmao. I hope today’s a good day no matter what

when he was really young his dad and him would go over to a relatives house for dinner

but it always ended up with someone fighting and his dad getting drunk

eventually it was just too much work to be worth going

so he started going to John B’s for dinner

the two of them would play video games while big John made dinner

I’m convinced they both had like old game boys and were very competitive

they’d fill their paper plates and sit at an old picnic bench out back no matter the weather

it made it feel more special

dinner itself wasn’t your “typical” thanksgiving meal

instead they had fish and instant mashed potatoes roasted vegetables and a pie from ms lana

it wasn’t perfect but it was good and they were together so it didn’t matter

after big John died the boys probably found it hard to celebrate

so pope and kie would sneak out after their own family dinners and bring them leftovers and whatever desserts were left at the grocery store

they’d build a fire and just celebrate without the pressure of the holiday

thankful to have their chosen family

[highpope]

Silver Keys - Ch. 6

JJ Maybank x OC x Topper Thorton Soulmate AU

warnings: none :) Lmk if there are ever any

notes: I can't even apologize for the lack of updates, this is what we're rolling with lately. comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!!!

silver keys masterlist

JJ never realizes how much of a mess everything is until June is gone for more than a day. Without her, Kie gets too annoyed at the rest of them (mainly John B and him) and there’s no one to settle the arguments between the four pogues. It’s like something shifts with the universe. And that is why the last two days have been a mess.

June left for her recital Thursday night all set to perform on Friday. There were two rounds of competition, from what JJ understood. The main event is on Friday and the second round is on Saturday. So it was up in the air when she would be back.

As for the rest of them, John B said some stupid shit to Kie and she stormed off. She texted in the group later only to say she wasn’t coming to the boneyard for the party Saturday night.

Which left John B, JJ, and Pope to their own devices. Which went pretty much just how JJ expected it to: he was high and slightly tipsy and JB was doing that weird thing where he pretends he hasn’t drunk that much but is totally gone. Pope was probably hating his life, wishing he hadn’t pulled the shortest straw (or in their case the shortest pasta noodle) and gotten stuck as DD. JJ did feel slightly bad about that, but no one wanted him to drive anyway.

Now, it was about halfway through the party and JJ couldn’t find any of his friends let alone people he liked enough to talk to. He had quit beer pong when a member of the opposing team threw up on her shoes. Pretty much the whole scene shut down after that. He noticed a few groups sectioned off in foldout chairs, some around various bonfires.

JJ wasn’t sure how much time had passed after that. Probably enough that Pope was ready to go home. So, he stumbled his way through the small circles of people, laughing and dancing in a gentle sort of way. It was almost melodic, the way everyone navigated through the sand. JJ had stopped when he saw Topper and Kelce leaning against a tree arguing.

It was more than obvious that JJ didn’t like Topper. He was a rich, stuck-up kook. He didn’t give a shit about anyone else and JJ didn’t understand how June had been with him for so long and it was frustrating that he couldn’t give her better. But she was happy, the happiest he had seen her in a while. He could be civil with Topper, hell he’d even be nice because JJ would do anything to make sure June was happy.

“You don’t think this has gone a little too far?” JJ heard Kelce say.

“No, dude. And what’s the harm anyway? It’s not like June is ever going to know I’m not her real soulmate. She believes me.” topper replied.

JJ felt his stomach drop. It took him a few seconds to process what he was hearing, but when he did the rage took over his body instantly.

“Well, I don’t know. She very obviously has a soulmate. Real songs are getting stuck in her head. You’re just lying and saying that they’re yours.”

“I’m not lying!” Topper yelled, his voice getting harsher the closer he got to Kelce, “I don’t have one, okay? I don’t fucking hear anything. And it’s not fair. So why can’t I just pick someone?”

Without a second thought, JJ rushed forward, slamming topper to the ground.

“What the hell did you just say?” He yells, looking down at Topper. He didn’t care if he was causing a scene, he didn’t care about anything. He could only picture June’s face when she inevitably found out and that was enough to make his blood boil.

“This is none of your business, pogue.”

Topper pulled himself up from the sand and swung at him, catching JJ’s cheek. He couldn’t help himself, he launched himself at Topper. He punched his nose, fast and hard. He looks down at his own hands, already bruising and covered in someone else’s blood.

“Tell her.” he spits at him “or I fucking will.” He kicks at the sand and turns away. JJ isn’t sure why he’s letting him off like this. Maybe, in the long run, this will hurt less for June.

June. That’s all that matters. Not topper and not some stupid soulmate. And if not kicking Topper’s teeth in and letting him save face will help her then that’s what he’ll do.

He took a deep breath and knocked on her window. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, he wasn’t sure if he was going to say anything. If she asked why he was there, he wouldn’t have an answer.

JJ heard some rustling and moments later was met with June opening the window and pulling him inside.

“J, what the hell? You scared me.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She looked tired but happy and his heart hurt a little.

“You could’ve come to the front door. My parents would have let you in.”

“I just. I couldn’t-” He didn’t know what to say. He could hear Topper’s confession ringing in his ears.

June grabbed his chin and turned his head to look at her, “God, what happened to your face? Please tell m-”

“It’s nothing, I just. I have to lay low for a little, okay?”

“Are you-” she pressed.

“June, please”

“Okay, but you have to tell me what happened.”

He hesitated, “It was some kook okay? It’s over, done-zo”

“who” He hesitated again. She searched his eyes and it took everything in him not to tell her. He tried to get her to stop.

“You didn’t catch his name? Ya know before he gave you a black eye”

“We didn’t swap phone numbers, fuck, June”

“You don’t just punch people for no reason JJ. You can’t just”

“June” he pleaded

“Okay, fine… I just want to make sure it wasn’t your-”

“It wasn’t. okay?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Don’t be an asshole about it”

He did feel like an asshole. She was only trying to make sure his dad didn’t show back up at the chateau and he was yelling at her.

“I’m going to get you ice,” June said without looking back.

When she returned she tossed him a frozen bag of peas and told him to ice.

“This isn’t my first black eye, Moto”

“Yeah, yeah, Maybank,” She sighs, “I know.”

“Hey,” he says softly, “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little black eye. You should see the other guy.” He joked.

She didn’t say anything, just looked at him anxiously. When she finally did speak it came out a whisper, “I just worry about you, idiot.”

He nods, “I know, I’m sorry.”

JJ lays back to rest his back against her wall and stretches his legs. June is sitting across from him, leaning against her bed.

“Tell me about the recital, I wanna hear about how you kicked ass.”

“That’s not how it works, J.”

“C’mon,” he pleaded.

She sighed and her face relaxed, “it was really good. Like, the environment and everyone there. I played really well, too. I don’t think I missed a single note.”

“Play it for me,”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

“C’mon JuJu,” he nudged her foot with his.

She sighed again, moving towards her keyboard.

“Don’t look at me.”

“What?” JJ laughed.

“Turn around,” she urged.

“Fine.”

He did as he was told, turning around so that their backs were practically touching. He could hear June crack her knuckles and take a deep breath before beginning to play. He listened as she began softly, telling a story through the music. It sounded familiar, something he’d probably heard her hum before. But there was more to it than that. It was the feeling of waking up from a nightmare and realizing that you were at home, safe in your bed.

“I like when you play,” he was looking at her now, his full attention on the way her hands glided over the keys and her curled up when she was focusing. He noticed the freckles on her nose and her chipped nail polish like he was looking at her for the first time.

She smiled when he said this and JJ felt the familiar comforting feeling June often brings. She played for a few more moments before stopping, her eyes closed, concentrated.

“Keep going,” JJ urged.

“That’s it.” She said with a sad shrug, “my mom used to play it for us when we couldn’t sleep at night. She wrote it in college I guess. But, she never finished it. So… that’s it.”

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

She met his eyes, “yeah it is isn’t it?”

He nodded sincerely, looking from her eyes to her lips, “yeah.”

They stayed like that for a moment, concentrating on only each other. JJ knew he was falling, knew he had been falling for some time now and he was desperate to know if his best friend was falling for him too.

[highpope]

so I’m thinking … thanksgiving headcanons? any requests? Ideas?

[highpope]

first chapter is upppppppppp

[highpope]

Hi!! My name is Jordan (you can call me that) or J or highpope or any other term of endearment you'd like. My pronouns are she/her/hers and I identify as queer 👍💜

When I am writing, it's usually for OBX, but I also have some julie and the phantoms & tsitp stuff on my masterlist. I am open to writing for any of these fandoms/characters as well!

- teen wolf - spiderman/peter parker - harry potter - hsmtmts - tsitp

as a reminder:

- I do not write smut. There are many great writers on this site for that, and I will happily send you their blogs, but I am not one of them.

- my characters are usually aged up to 18 unless in school, etc.

- I do not write anything revolving around EDs/self harm (pls don't ask for anything like this) and I will always include tw when writing about other sensitive topics. please message me if I ever need to add anything.

- I do not write for real people. Meaning I won't write celebrity x reader or anything of that nature.

- reblogs, comments, and likes are my favorite thing. feel free! but do not repost my work on any other site. All of my writing will be on tumblr and ao3 under highpope only.

ily be safe, J 🤗

[highpope]

a lil sneak peek of something coming:

He took a deep breath and knocked on her window. He heard some rustling and moments later was met with June opening the window and pulling him inside.

[highpope]

I wanted to post a Valentine’s blurb with June but I don’t want you guys to know who she ends up with so ..... maybe we save that for the epilogue ?

any takers?

[highpope]

‘Woah, scary. Oh, you’re not wearing a costume yet? My bad.’ for day two with rafe please!

so cute! I've never written for rafe before tbh so I hope this is good ... even though it's super short hahaha

send me a request (highpope's 13 nights of halloween)

warnings: mentions of alcohol

You were at a costume party with a few of your friends. You had lost them at some point during the night, but it didn’t really bother you. You were content to dance to the music and sip your drink.

You were doing just that when you saw Rafe Cameron sitting on the couch, nursing a beer and scrolling on his phone. He wasn’t wearing a costume as far as you can tell. Just a white crewneck and a pair of jeans. He looked incredibly casual in comparison to his usual attire. The two of you have always been friendly, but never anything more.

You strutted over to the worn couch he was sitting on and sat down, your shoulder brushing his.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, “Hey, y/n.”

“Whoa, scary,” you gasp, smacking his arm. “Oh. You’re not wearing a costume yet? My bad.”

He chokes down a laugh, “Yeah? And your costume is so original,”

You were dressed as a witch. Your hair pulled back to allow a solid black witch hat to sit on your head. You had a purple cloak-like cape over a simple black dress.

“At least I’m dressed up,” you reply.

“Hey,” he gestures to a small name tag that reads “Hello, my name is debt”

“Debt?” you repeat.

“I’m student debt.”

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you laugh.

Rafe turned to look at you, “Yeah, but it is a costume. So, I think I deserve an apology.”

“Well,” you mirror his stance, “I’m sorry I made fun of your costume. Even if it’s lame.”

"I’ll take it,” he says smiling, taking a drink.