#i just thought it was a perfect love confession for kie

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Can you write an X reader with JJ Maybank where the reader has loved him and been kind since they were kids so when he shows interest in kiara they are upset. They get into a into a situation where they have to confess that to JJ, and he kind of confesses back that he was only interest in kie to try and get over y/n? Maybe angsty a bit, happy ending fluffy. Thanks you! Love ur blog btw

All this Time

JJ Maybank x bsf!reader

Summary: Y/N and JJ finally confront their feelings after years of tension.

Words: 2880

Warnings: minor fighting and crying

A/N: I got a new Theme for the visuals! What do you think?

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting its golden rays over the docks where you and JJ Maybank spent most of your days. The familiar scent of saltwater and the rhythmic creak of boats bobbing against the tide had been the backdrop of your friendship for as long as you could remember. JJ was your constant — wild, reckless, and impossibly charming.

Growing up on the Cut, you’d been inseparable. Late-night bonfires, daring each other to jump off the highest dock into the cold water, and sneaking into abandoned houses had become second nature. It was in those moments, with the stars reflected in the ocean and JJ laughing beside you, that you realized your feelings for him ran deeper than friendship.

You tried to suppress it. JJ wasn’t the kind of guy to settle down or even notice subtle changes in your behavior. Still, you found yourself lingering in his presence, soaking in every grin and every teasing comment he threw your way.

One late afternoon, you sat side by side on the edge of the dock, legs dangling over the water. JJ leaned back on his hands, squinting at the horizon. “You ever think about leaving this place?” he asked suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

You glanced at him, surprised. “What, like forever?”

“Yeah. I dunno.” He shrugged. “Sometimes I think I’d be better off starting fresh somewhere. But then I think about you guys—” He caught himself, quickly correcting, “—the Pogues. I couldn’t leave y’all behind.”

Your heart ached at the thought. “I can’t imagine you anywhere else,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

JJ smirked, his blue eyes meeting yours. “You’d miss me too much, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself, Maybank.”

His laughter filled the air, and for a moment, it was just the two of you against the world. But as summer rolled on, something shifted.

“JJ, where the hell are you?” you called out, pushing through the dense trees that lined the edge of the beach. The sound of voices and laughter drew you closer, and you froze when you saw him.

JJ was sitting with Kiara on the sand, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face. He leaned in closer than necessary, gesturing animatedly as Kiara laughed at something he’d said. It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed the two of them together, but this time, it felt different.

“Hey!” you called out, plastering on a smile as you approached. JJ glanced up, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“There you are!” he said, waving you over. “We were just talking about heading to the wreck for a swim. You in?”

Kiara gave you a friendly smile, but her posture didn’t shift, her focus still half on JJ. “Yeah, it’s perfect weather for it,” she said.

You hesitated, feeling out of place. “Actually, I was gonna head back to the Chateau. I need to talk to John B.”

JJ frowned. “You sure? You’ve been ghosting us lately.”

“I’m not ghosting,” you said quickly, avoiding his gaze. “Just… busy.”

He didn’t look convinced, but Kiara spoke up before he could press further. “Well, maybe we’ll catch you later, then.”

You nodded, forcing a smile before turning on your heel and heading back up the path. Your chest tightened as you walked away, the sound of their laughter fading behind you.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked later that night, finding you sitting alone on the Chateau’s porch. She plopped down beside you, handing you a cold beer.

You sighed, taking a sip. “Yeah. No. I don’t know.”

Sarah arched a brow, waiting.

“It’s JJ,” you admitted after a long pause. “He’s… into Kiara.”

Sarah’s expression softened. “And that bothers you because…?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Because I’ve been in love with him since we were kids, and now it feels like he doesn’t even see me anymore.”

“Y/N,” Sarah began, her tone gentle but firm, “JJ’s an idiot, but he’s also… JJ. He doesn’t notice things until they slap him in the face. If you want him to know how you feel, you’re gonna have to spell it out for him.”

You shook your head, frustration bubbling over. “He’s already made his choice, Sarah. It’s not like I can just tell him now.”

Sarah didn’t respond immediately, her gaze thoughtful. “Maybe you should,” she said finally. “Before it’s too late.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stared out at the dark waves rolling in, wishing more than anything that JJ could see you the way you saw him.

Sarah’s words lingered in your mind, no matter how much you tried to push them away. Tell him? You couldn’t even imagine the humiliation that would follow. Besides, JJ had been spending more time with Kiara lately, their bond growing stronger with every passing day. It was a losing battle, so you avoided him.

Two weeks had crawled by since that night. You’d become a master at dodging JJ. When the Pogues planned hangouts, you either claimed you were busy or conveniently showed up late and left early. At first, it seemed like he didn’t notice, but JJ was sharper than he let on.

It was a blazing summer day when it all came to a head. The Pogues were sprawled out on the beach, soaking up the sun. The scene was idyllic — John B and Sarah were locked in their little world, Pope was reading a book under the shade of a palm tree, and Kiara was tossing a frisbee around with JJ. You sat further up the shore, your legs crossed as you pretended to be engrossed in scrolling through your phone.

“Hey, Y/N!” JJ’s voice cut through the sound of crashing waves. You ignored him, keeping your eyes glued to your screen. He called again, this time louder. “Y/N! You gonna sit there all day, or are you actually gonna hang out with us?”

You sighed, barely glancing up. “I’m good here, thanks.”

JJ’s carefree grin faltered, replaced with a flicker of irritation. He jogged over, kicking up sand as he approached. “Alright, what’s your deal?” he asked, standing over you with his hands on his hips.

You blinked up at him, feigning confusion. “What deal?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between the two of you. “You’ve been acting weird. Distant. Did I do something, or are you just having a rough couple of weeks?”

The others were starting to notice now. You could feel their eyes on you, the weight of their curiosity settling heavily.

“Can we not do this right now?” you muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

JJ crouched down, lowering his voice. “No, we’re doing this. You’ve been avoiding me, Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” you snapped, your tone sharper than intended. “Maybe I’ve just got other things to worry about besides whatever game you and Kiara are playing.”

The words were out before you could stop them, and JJ’s face twisted in confusion and frustration. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You stood abruptly, brushing sand off your legs. “Forget it.”

JJ grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. “No, I’m not forgetting it. Talk to me!”

You yanked your arm free, your voice rising now. “Why do you care so much? You’ve been glued to Kiara’s side for weeks. Go bother her!”

“Are you serious right now?” JJ exclaimed, throwing his arms out. “You’re pissed because I’ve been hanging out with Kie?”

The commotion had drawn the attention of nearby beachgoers. You could hear the snickers of Kooks lounging under their umbrellas, their whispers cutting through the air.

“Maybe if you weren’t so busy being oblivious, you’d understand why this bothers me!” you fired back, the heat of your frustration bubbling over.

“Oblivious?” JJ repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. “I’ve been trying to figure out what’s wrong with you for weeks, and now you’re blaming me for—”

“God, JJ, you’re impossible!” you shouted, throwing your hands in the air.

“And you’re being ridiculous!” he shot back, his face reddening.

The Kooks’ laughter grew louder, the sound twisting the knife in your already fragile composure. You felt your face burn as you realized how much of a spectacle you were making, but you were too far gone to stop now. JJ looked just as flustered, his hands raking through his blond hair as he struggled to piece together what had caused this fight.

“Whatever,” you muttered, shaking your head as you turned away. “I’m done.”

JJ’s voice followed you, tinged with anger and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, well, maybe I’m done too!”

The tension in the air was unbearable, thick enough to choke on. You stopped in your tracks, your body trembling with frustration and pent-up emotions. With a sharp turn, you faced JJ again, your chest heaving as tears began to blur your vision. The suddenness of your movement made him pause, his anger replaced by a flicker of concern.

“What the hell is wrong, Y/N?” JJ’s voice softened, his brows furrowing. “Talk to me. Please.”

Your lips trembled, the words caught in your throat, but the dam finally broke. “I love you, JJ!” you shouted, the confession tearing its way out of you with a force that left you breathless. “Why can’t you see how much it hurts me when you hang out with Ki this close?”

His eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing as if he didn’t know how to respond. The weight of your confession hung between you like a storm cloud, and suddenly, all the anger, all the jealousy, all the heartbreak you’d been bottling up spilled over in waves.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids,” you continued, your voice breaking as tears streamed down your face. “And every time I see you with her, laughing with her, looking at her like that—it feels like someone’s ripping me apart from the inside.”

JJ stepped forward, his face etched with something you couldn’t quite place. “Y/N…”

“No, let me finish,” you said, wiping at your face as sobs wracked your body. “I’ve been by your side through everything. I’ve defended you, fought for you, and loved you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. And you—” your voice cracked, “—you’re so busy chasing after Kiara, you don’t even notice what you’re doing to me.”

Your knees buckled slightly under the weight of your emotions, but JJ caught you, his hands gripping your arms as he steadied you. His touch sent a jolt through you, but you were too exhausted to pull away.

“I didn’t know,” he whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I swear to God, Y/N, I didn’t know.”

“How could you not know?” you cried, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I thought I was obvious.”

JJ’s hands slid down to your wrists, his grip firm but gentle. “Because I’m an idiot,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought… I thought I didn’t have a chance with you. So I—” He hesitated, looking ashamed. “I spent time with Ki because I didn’t know how to talk to you, Y/N. I was trying to distract myself.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. “What?” you asked, barely able to process what he was saying.

“I love you too,” JJ confessed, his voice trembling now. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I just didn’t know how to say it without screwing everything up.”

Your heart stopped, the weight of his words crashing over you like a tidal wave. Before you could respond, JJ closed the distance between you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. The warmth of his embrace was overwhelming, his scent—saltwater and sunscreen—comforting and familiar.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he murmured against your hair. “I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I was scared.”

You melted into him, your sobs quieting as you clung to him like he was your lifeline. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Because I didn’t want to lose you,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But I almost lost you anyway, didn’t I?”

Pulling back slightly, JJ cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of your tears. His blue eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of fear and hope. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, his voice trembling with vulnerability.

You nodded, unable to find the words. JJ leaned in slowly, giving you a moment to pull away if you wanted to—but you didn’t. When his lips met yours, it was everything you’d imagined and more. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, both of you pouring years of unspoken feelings into that one moment.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, JJ rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dumbass,” he said, a small, self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips. “But I promise, I’m not gonna screw this up again.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “You’d better not, Maybank,” you teased, your voice still shaky but laced with warmth.

JJ chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “You’re stuck with me now,” he said, his tone soft but resolute.

The warmth of JJ’s arms around you was something you never wanted to lose, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore was drowned out by the steady rhythm of his breathing, and you clung to him as if the tide might carry you both away. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, but when you heard voices approaching from the direction of the Chateau, reality began creeping back in.

“Would you look at that?” Sarah’s voice rang out, filled with teasing amusement.

“Finally!” Kiara exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. “I thought we’d need an intervention.”

You pulled back slightly from JJ, still wrapped in his embrace, and turned to see the rest of the Pogues standing a few feet away, all of them wearing varying expressions of amusement and smug satisfaction. Pope had his arms crossed, shaking his head with an exasperated smile. Sarah was grinning widely, nudging John B, who looked equally pleased. Even Cleo, leaning casually against Pope, raised an eyebrow and smirked knowingly.

“Don’t mind us,” Cleo said, her accent laced with humor. “Just here to enjoy the show.”

JJ groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he finally released you, though his hand lingered at your waist. “Seriously? You guys were spying?”

“Not spying,” John B said, holding his hands up in mock defense. “We just heard the yelling and figured someone was about to beat the shit out of JJ.”

“Honestly, I kinda hoped she was,” Pope added with a grin. “Would’ve been entertaining.”

“Very funny, Pope,” JJ shot back, though his tone was light. “Glad to know I’ve got so much support.”

“Can we just take a moment to appreciate how dumb you two have been?” Kiara said, stepping closer. “Because, seriously, everyone knew. We’ve been waiting for you to figure it out for years.”

You felt your face heat up, glancing at JJ, who looked equally sheepish. “Years?” you asked incredulously.

“Oh, yeah,” Cleo chimed in, her smirk widening. “Y’all weren’t exactly subtle. The looks, the ‘friendly’ touching, the way JJ turns into a golden retriever whenever you’re around? Please.”

JJ groaned again, dropping his head back dramatically. “Okay, we get it. You’re all geniuses.”

“Hey, at least it’s finally out in the open,” Sarah said, giving you an encouraging smile. “And, for what it’s worth, I think it’s cute.”

John B clapped JJ on the shoulder. “Don’t screw this up, Maybank.”

JJ gave him a mock glare. “I don’t need the advice, John B.”

“I mean, you kinda do,” Pope muttered under his breath, earning a laugh from Kiara and Cleo.

Rolling his eyes, JJ turned his attention back to you, his expression softening. “You good?” he asked quietly, his voice so low that only you could hear.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. Better than good.”

His grin returned, and for a moment, it felt like the two of you were in your own little bubble again, despite the teasing and laughter from your friends.

“Well, now that this is settled,” Kiara said, breaking the moment, “can we get back to enjoying the beach? I came out here for some sun, not a soap opera.”

“Sure, Kie,” JJ said, smirking as he slung an arm around your shoulders. “But don’t act like you weren’t loving every second of it.”

“Don’t push your luck, Maybank,” Kiara shot back with a grin.

As the group started to disperse, Cleo caught your eye, her expression softening slightly. “About time, Y/N,” she said with a wink. “Good for you.”

You smiled at her, a wave of gratitude washing over you. For the first time in weeks—no, years—it felt like everything had finally fallen into place.

[prophecysgirl]

like, i love you dude! JIARA WEEK: shipping story

[miley1442111]

Rafe Cameron loves you and is worried you don’t love him back. You are Sarah’s friend and had already told her that you loved Rafe, but didn’t know if he loved you back. You’re a Pogue.

this request was so fun to do, thank you for requesting !!!

only time will tell- r.cameron

a/n: i didn't imagine a fem! or male! reader so imagine what you want :)

summary: rafe still has time to win you over after his terrible behaviour, right?

pairing: rafecameron x reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of drugs and dealing drugs, general angst

A part of you hated Rafe Cameron. His shitty attitude, his party-boy persona, his terrible habit of bottling up his emotions, then running straight to you to beg for forgiveness. And you, being you, always let him back in. The other part of you was in love with him. His beautiful smile, unseen kindness, and softness reserved only for you. 

“He’s an asshole!” Sarah groaned. “How are you ‘in love’ with him?”

“I don’t know! It’s just different when it’s us two. And then he runs off and he’s a dick again,” you sighed, frustrated with your own feelings. “I think I need to actually break it off clean, it’s not healthy for either of us anymore.”

“Woah,” Sarah and Wheezie mumbled at the same time.

“You think you can do it?” Sarah asked.

“I have to. It’s not like it’ll hurt him, he doesn’t love me.”

“You don’t know that-” Wheezie tried, but your mind was made up. You were sick of being used by him.

“Oh, and you do? He looks at me like I’m something to be had, not something to love.”

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You really thought that he didn’t love you? He paced his bedroom, torturing himself with what he had heard from your conversation with his sisters. He knew he wasn’t a good boyfriend, he knew it upset you when he dealt and drank too much, he knew you didn’t want to be a ‘perfect Kook wife’ like Rose. You had plans to go to the mainland for college, maybe never come back to the Outer Banks. He knew your relationship wasn’t helping either of you, that he was a terrible boyfriend, that he used you, but he also knew he couldn’t breathe without you. He knew he couldn’t live a happy life without you beside him. Yes, he was young, but his mind was well beyond his years. He needed you. He’d always need you. 

At least one good thing had come out of that conversation. He found out you love him. He’d spent recent months of your relationship coming to terms with the fact that he was stupidly and grossly in love with you. Something he didn’t think would ever be reciprocated. But here you were, confessing to his sisters that you loved him. He thought back to the first time he saw you, walking with Kie at school. You were one of those pogues that got a scholarship to the private school. You were shy but kind to those you knew, and those you didn’t. He was the year above you, graduating, but you didn’t question when his history teacher asked you to tutor him. You were so patient with him, even when he was late, or just flat-out didn’t show up. Even when he’d show up high out of his mind or drunk you’d make sure he got home safe and sat with him on the porch of Tannyhill as he came down.  

Your kind heart was his, and he was sick of missing dates and treating you as a disposable person, because you weren't. You were the love of his life. He wanted to make this right.

He heard your footsteps outside his bedroom door, and he quickly opened the door and pulled you inside by your waist. He practically glued his lips to your own as you let out a yelp of surprise. 

“Baby-” you tried to talk but he stopped you, his lips forceful and unwavering. He pulled away softly, hands on your waist to keep you in front of him. 

“Y/n, I love you. I’m in love with you. I love everything about you. I know I’m a shitty boyfriend, you don’t need to tell me that,” he was tearing up. “But please, I need you. I feel like I can’t breathe when you're not around. I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not. It’s fucking crazy. I feel fucking crazy half the time but I know one thing, and it’s that you’re the only person I know I want to see everyday- no fuck that, every fucking second, for the rest of my life. I adore you, and I’m so sorry that I let you believe I didn’t. I’m done with all of it. No more drinking, no more drugs, just you and me.”

You stood there in shock, a single tear falling from your eye. “Rafe-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You cut him off by kissing him, then pulling away. “I’ll believe that when I see it. This is the last chance I’m giving you Rafe Cameron. One more.”

“I’ll make it worth it.”

“You better,” you smiled, then kissed him again. You were hopeful that he would truly stop his shitty behaviour, but only time could tell.  

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

What If It Doesn't End Well // JJ Maybank

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you and jj have been in love with each other for years, and after finally getting together, you couldn't be happier. but one day things change, and jj starts pulling away. when you go to confront him, things don't end the way you were hoping.

warnings: heavy angst but there's a happy ending, arguing, crying, insecure jj, mentions of jj's home life, mentions of l*ke maybank, language, brief allusions to depression

word count: 3.6k

a/n: gn!reader, this is my favorite song of all time and i had so much fun writing this! i'm really proud of this, and i hope you guys like it!

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Around the sun and around again

You seem to look right through me

Another year being your best friend

Feels like you always knew me

“Did you ever think this would happen? That we would ever get together?” you asked JJ, lifting your head up from its spot on his chest.

“I dunno,” JJ shrugged, pulling you close with the arm he had wrapped around you. “I mean we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember, it was probably bound to happen at some point.”

You smiled and reached down to take his hand in yours. “I guess. I just never would’ve thought we would end up together.”

“Why’s that?” 

You sighed, laying your head back down and snuggling closer to him. “After all this time, and after being in love with you for years, it kinda just seemed… out of reach? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve literally never been happier. But it just all felt more like a dream than something that could actually happen. And yet, here I am. With you.” 

You tilted your head up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. JJ smiled at the affection before kissing the top of your head.

“I know what you mean. I always kinda thought you’d never see me like that. I still can’t even really believe it sometimes. That someone as perfect as you could ever be attracted to someone like me.”

You laughed softly, smiling up at him. “Oh, please. I am far from perfect.”

“Not in my eyes. To me, there’s no one better.”

And I'm so proud to call you mine

Feels like I know you from another life

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

“Do you think you guys were together in a past life?” Kie asked, pulling her jacket around her tighter as a breeze swept through the beach.

“You believe in all that?” JJ asked, raising an eyebrow at her as he pulled you closer to him.

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm around his torso as he draped his over your shoulders.

“I don’t know. You guys just seem so perfect together, like you’ve already been together for years.”

You shrugged, your face flushing slightly at her words. “Maybe we were. I mean, if I ever did have a past life, I can guarantee that I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.”

“You really mean that?” JJ asked, his voice sounding emotional.

“Yeah. I really do. There’s no one else I’d rather be with. It’s you and me. Forever.”

But what if it doesn't end well

Would you still stay?

What if I fuck it up like I always do

And my shit gets in the way?

Things with JJ had been perfect. In the few months since you had gotten together, you were practically attached at the hip. Spending every second of every day together, cherishing every single moment of your newfound happiness together. Your friends weren’t even annoyed at how clingy the two of you were, especially since they had all been aware of your feelings for each other long before you confessed them. 

But then one day, something changed. You could almost feel JJ pulling away from you, even if he tried to not be upfront about it. There was a growing distance between the two of you, and it wasn’t just physically. You had gone from spending everyday together, to only seeing him every other day, if that. You were lucky if you even got a text from him. As the days passed, you could feel yourself missing his presence more and more. Your mind spiraled as you tried to figure out what was going on. Had you done something to upset him? Did he fall in love with someone else?

When you tried asking your friends about it, no one seemed to have a clue. John B was always so busy with Sarah that he hadn’t even noticed that something changed. Pope was barely around to see anything since he was always so busy with school. And Kie was so enthralled with your and JJ’s relationship that she probably wouldn’t be able to notice anything wrong with it even if she tried. 

So, you had no other choice than to confront JJ about it. You had always been so close to him, feeling like you could always talk to him about anything, no matter what. But this time it was different. You were nervous, your mind flooded with all the possible worst case scenarios about what could have possibly gone wrong. Still, if you wanted to salvage your relationship before it was too far gone, you had no other choice than to toughen up and talk to him about it. 

What if it doesn't end well

Would we still be fine?

When the world is over and we go under

Would you still be mine?

You tried to call JJ, hoping that talking to him about things over the phone would help to ease your nerves. But he didn’t answer. So here you were, walking up to his place to confront him in person. Where he wouldn’t be able to ignore you. 

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as you walked over to him. He was standing in his yard, working on his motorcycle. You felt your heart leap at just the sight of him, suddenly realizing how long it’s been since you last saw him in person. As you grew closer, JJ looked up at the sound of your footsteps, his face falling at the sight of you, which definitely did not help your nerves.

“Hey, JJ. Can we talk?” you asked, your voice shaking with nerves despite your best efforts to hide it.

“Sure. What about?” He seemed so nonchalant about things, that you were almost more hurt by his lack of a reaction. Did he seriously not know what you wanted to talk to him about? Or did he just care that little about you?

“You know what about. You’ve been so distant lately. I haven’t seen you in days, and you almost never answer when I call you. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” your voice broke near the end of your words, your eyes filling up with tears that you desperately tried to blink back before they could fall.

JJ sighed in frustration, running his hand through his hair as he turned to face you. “No, you didn’t do anything. I just- I can’t do this anymore, okay?”

“What?” you asked, your resolve crumbling as tears spilled down your face.

“I’m sorry that things ended up like this. But I can’t do this anymore. We can’t be together anymore. It’s over.”

“Are you serious? After everything, it’s all over just like that?” your voice rose slightly as emotions swirled within you. You were absolutely devastated, but you were also enraged. Out of nowhere, JJ pulls away and then suddenly decides that he’s done with you? You could barely hold yourself together as all of your feelings poured out of you. “It was supposed to be you and me forever. What happened to that? What happened to us?!”

“I can’t do this right now, y/n. Okay? Just go.”

You opened your mouth to respond, before letting it fall shut again. You couldn’t think of anything to say. What would you even say? This was so unlike him. Not once in all the years that you’d known him had he ever treated you like this. But things were different now. Something had changed, and you still didn’t know what it was.

Around the clock, we can talk for days

'Bout how we saw it comin'

Another sign written on my face

'Cause now my blood is pumpin'

JJ sighed to himself as he watched you walk away. This was bound to happen sooner or later. He knew that you guys were never going to last. One day you would wise up and realize that you were too good for him. Or one day he might do something that would drive you away for good. Either way, he knew that he had no chance of you staying with him for good. So, he decided to break up with you first. To save himself from the heartbreak that he knew would happen eventually. 

Except, things didn’t work out quite like he'd thought they would. Breaking up with you didn’t save him from the hurt that he knew would come. In fact, it almost seemed like it made it worse. He had hurt you. He had made you cry. He had broken your heart. He knew he would never forget that look on your face, how devastated you seemed. Your relationship really did fall apart, and it was all his fault. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking his motorcycle over in a fit of rage.

That was exactly why he had dumped you. He was so messed up. He was always so sad and angry all the time, and he didn’t want you to see that. Well, that isn’t really true. He was always sad and angry, except when he was with you. You had always made him feel normal, not like the broken monster that he viewed himself as. But now that he had pushed you away, most likely for good, he realized that he had really fucked up. You were the one good thing that he had in his life. And now you were gone. And he was alone again. 

Can you just hold me for a little while?

My skin is crawling, I feel vile

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

It had been almost two weeks since JJ ended things, and no one’s really seen him since. Even after the way things had ended, you were still really worried about him. He rarely ever stayed in by himself, usually opting to go to parties or hanging out at someone else’s house instead. But ever since you broke up, JJ’s practically been a ghost. You knew that you probably shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going over to his place to check on him. Just to make sure that he was alright. 

“JJ?” you asked as you knocked on his door for the second time, waiting for an answer. But there was still nothing. Either he couldn’t hear you banging on the door, which was highly unlikely, or he just couldn’t be bothered to get up to answer it. You knew he was home, you could see a light on through the window and you could hear the faint sound of the television from the other side of the door. 

You reached down and tried the doorknob, which much to your surprise opened the door. He hadn’t locked it. Not really a good safety practice, but right now it was working in your favor. Pushing the door open the rest of the way, you walked inside, closing and locking it behind you.

“JJ? Are you in here? I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but I’m worried about you. No one’s seen you in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You walked into the living room to see JJ laying down on the couch, watching reruns of some old nineties sitcom. You felt your heart shatter at the sight of him, he was a mess. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were stained with tears. His clothes looked as if he had been wearing them for the past few days, and he was surrounded by empty beer bottles and takeout containers that littered the coffee table and the floor. 

You frowned as you walked over to him, sitting down on the armrest of the couch. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” you asked, your voice soft as you reached down to run your fingers through his knotted hair. JJ almost melted at the touch. 

“I’m sorry,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, but you could still hear all of the pain behind his words.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. You did what you thought was best, and I’m not mad at you for it.”

He shook his head, before looking up at you as he spoke. “But I didn’t want to do it. I just-,” JJ cut himself off as he let out a sigh. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but could you hold me? Please? Just for a little while. Your touch always helps me feel better.”

You nodded, moving to lay down beside him on the couch and pulling him into your arms. “Of course. I’ll always be here for you, don’t ever forget that.”

But what if it doesn't end well

Would you still stay?

What if I fuck it up like I always do

And my shit gets in the way?

“I didn’t want to break up with you. I just didn’t know what else to do. We were becoming serious, and I was just so scared. I didn’t want to ruin things. But I guess that’s what I ended up doing anyway,” JJ said, finally breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Why did you do it? We were so happy together, things were amazing. What changed?”

JJ sighed, tilting his head up to look at you. “Nothing changed. I guess I was just starting to realize that we never would’ve lasted anyways, and I didn’t want to deal with all that pain after I became more attached to you. I thought getting it out of the way would hurt less. But it didn’t. I shouldn’t have done it like that, I’m so sorry.”

You frowned at his words. “You didn’t think we were going to last?”

“Did you think that we were? I mean look at us, who are we kidding? It was never going to end well between us. We’re just not right for each other. I’m not right for you.”

“JJ, what are you talking about? We were great together. We were perfect for each other. I thought that we were going to be together forever.”

JJ huffed and sat up, inadvertently pulling away from your arms. Your face fell at his actions, but you sat up too, turning to face him. 

“I mean, just look at you! You’re perfect! Everything about you and your life is perfect! You have an amazing family, you’re happy all the time. You know what you want, and you know what you’re going to do with your life. You have a plan, and goals, and you want to get out of here. I was an idiot for thinking someone like you would ever want to stay with me.”

“JJ-,” you started, only for JJ to cut you off.

“No! Don’t tell me that I’m wrong, because I’m not wrong. I don’t have anything going for me. I’m sad and angry all the time. My dad’s a piece of shit, and I’m turning into a criminal, just like him. I’m barely passing high school, there’s no way I’m going to college. I have no idea what I’m gonna do with my life, but I know damn well that I’m never gonna leave here. You’re all put together. You’re perfect. And I’m a mess. I’m just a pathetic loser that you can do so much better than.”

What if it doesn't end well

Would we still be fine?

When the world is over and we go under

Would you still be mine?

You reached out and gently grabbed JJ’s face, making him look at you. Even though he wanted to pull away, he couldn’t help but melt into your touch. His eyes watered as he looked into yours, and you wanted nothing more than to take his pain away. To make him see himself the way that you saw him. 

“First of all, you are nothing like your father. Okay? Nothing. You’re not turning into him, and you are never going to turn into him. Because you are a good person JJ. And so what if you don’t have any plans for the future? That doesn’t mean that we can’t still be together. The future is years away. All that matters is right now. And right now, I want to be with you.”

JJ reluctantly pulled away from your touch. “No, okay? You don’t want to be with me. I’m just a broken mess. You can do so much better than me. I don’t want to be the one holding you back from being happy. You deserve to be with someone better.”

You reached forward again and took his hands in yours. “So what if there’s supposedly someone better for me? I don’t want them. I don’t want anyone else. I want you, JJ. You make me happy, happier than I’ve ever been before. You’re not holding me back from being happy, you’re the one who’s making me happy. And so what if you’re broken? I don’t care. I want you, and I want to be with you, no matter what. And if you really are broken, then I’m gonna be right there beside you to help you put yourself back together.”

“No. No! You don’t want to be with me. You might think that you do right now, but you don’t. I’m too much for you. And even if things are okay for a little while, I’ll mess up eventually. Someday you’re gonna realize that I’m not what you want. And the longer we’re together before that happens, the worse it’s gonna hurt when it does.”

“I love you, JJ! I have never loved someone as much as I love you. And if you think that there is anything that you could do that could ever make me stop loving you, then you don’t know me at all. There is absolutely nothing, not a single thing in existence, that you could do that could ever make my feelings for you change. I am always going to want you, and I am always going to love you. And I’m going to prove that to you, no matter how long it takes.”

Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh

Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

JJ’s gaze softened at your words, and you could see him visibly relax, almost as if all of the tension was leaving his body. 

“Do you really mean that?”

You smiled and squeezed his hands tighter. “Every word.”

He smiled back at you and pulled you forward, hugging you tightly the second you collided with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, the feeling of finally being close to him again making you feel whole once more. You never wanted to let go of him again.

“I’m sorry, for everything. I shouldn’t have just broken up with you like that. I was just too scared to talk to you about what I was feeling because I was worried that you would think I was right. I just didn’t want to risk losing you, so I thought pushing you away would save me from the heartbreak.”

“It’s okay, JJ. I get it, really, I do. But if you ever feel like that again, or if you’re ever feeling anything that’s too big to handle on your own, you can come to me. I’ll always be there to help you, no matter what. And I would never judge you. I promise.”

“I know. I should’ve just gone to you in the first place, instead of messing everything up the way I did. I wish I could just go back and change it. I wish I had never broken up with you in the first place.”

But what if it doesn't end well

Would you still stay?

What if I fuck it up like I always do

And my shit gets in the way?

“Does this mean that we can give us another chance?” you asked, pulling away slightly to look at him.

“Are you sure you want to? I mean, what if it doesn’t end well? What if I panic and break up with you again, or what if I become too much for you? I don’t want to lose you.”

“JJ, you’re never gonna lose me. I love you, so fucking much. Nothing could ever make me want to leave you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, nothing could ever change that. I don’t care how long it takes me, but one day I’m gonna make you believe me. So, please. Give us another chance.”

JJ looked into your eyes, fighting with himself as he tried to turn you down, not wanting to risk it. But he couldn’t. You sounded so sincere with all the words you said to him. And even if things don’t end up the way the two of you were hoping, at least he would get some more time with you. And he would gladly take as much time with you as he could get.

“Yeah, okay. We can try again. And I’m not gonna run away this time. I love you. And I’m gonna try to not be so scared anymore. I trust you. And, I want to be with you.”

You smiled widely as you pulled JJ into another hug, squeezing him so tightly that your arms began to hurt. You felt him pull away slightly, so you did too, feeling a bit confused by this. But once you could see his face again, JJ pulled you into a kiss, and it felt like everything around you melted away. Nothing else mattered anymore. It was just you and him. Forever. 

What if it doesn't end well

Would we still be fine?

When the world is over and we go under

Would you still be mine?

[marchsfreakshow]

Everything About You [John B]

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. //Drabble :p

You've been feeling insecure recently about your body, and your new boyfriend, John B, shows up out of nowhere to comfort you.

Plus size reader! (Aka, self-indulgent lol)

First Outer Banks fic. I've only just started it so be nice to me with this one :p plus I like John B! He's a cutie and underappreciated. (If it sounds a lil ooc that's why)

@babygorewhore backed me up on this soo thanks sis 💜

No one's perspective.

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Staring in the mirror, you felt nothing but ashamed. Everyone who lived around you looked fantastic at all times. Yes, you exercised, living here meant there were always swimming opportunities. But, no one would want to go with you. You'd make a big splash and freak everyone out. They'd probably stare at you with disgust and cringe at your body type compared to everyone else.

"Hey, cloth ears." You turned around in slight shock to hear your boyfriend, John B, whistling at you. "I've been standing here for 5 minutes baby."

"you have?" Oh god. He nodded, and you kept hugging yourself, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. The man smiled and moved your hands to his shoulders, replacing the self-hug with a real one. You took a deep breath, smelling the dried sea water on him.

The hug lingered, which was totally okay with you. John B smiled in the crook of your neck, occasionally pressing kisses to your soft skin. "What's wrong?" He whisper-asked, moving to hold your face gently.

"Nothing."

He let a frustrated 'hmm' and stared at you for a few seconds before you answered. "I feel like shit. I look like shit and,,, I always feel like people call me 'Kie's fat friend' not 'Y/N'." You explode your feelings with a ramble, and John B sat on your bed, intently listening. He just gazed at you which made you melt once you stopped talking. "What are you looking at me like that for?" You let out an uncomfortable giggle before he picked you up and sat you on his lap.

"How about, everyone sucks, and you're perfectly wonderful." He grinned up at you, which made you smile. A grin that could kill many.

John B ran his hands around your body, feeling every curve, dip, and soft piece of skin. Everything was perfect in his eyes. He didn't care what others thought. "But.."

"uh uh. None of that sweetheart." He placed a finger to your lips when you started talking again. "Unless you're gonna be nice to yourself, sh." John B carried on basically feeling you up, and kissed every part of your body you hated.

You just groaned and rested your head in the crook of his neck. He chuckled and petted your hair. "Is being kind to yourself that difficult baby?" In silence, you nodded. He just sighed, and rubbed your back, leaning back a bit. "Who cares if you're bigger than your friends? You're perfect, and no one is paying attention to your body. They're paying attention to your laugh, and how beautiful your face is." He holds your chin softly and makes you look at him in the eyes.

Looking him in the eyes just made you sniffle, and he smiled with one corner of his lips. "if anyone is telling you that you're ugly, fuck em. They're lying to you." The words gave you a small smile. "There's that pretty smile." It earned a quiet laugh from you, following a kiss on his cheek.

"my pretty girl has such a sweet laugh." Every sentence that left John B's lips made you blush even more, and you couldn't keep eye contact with him.

"I love you." You quietly confessed, despite saying it before in nearly every conversation.

"I love you so much more my sweet girl. Everything is beautiful." He tapped your temple, before kissing your forehead. "Keep that thought in your head. That everything about you, inside and out is beautiful."

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[blues-valentine]

Kiara is such an interesting character and I hate the fact a part of this fandom is so mad that it gets in the way of their ship being canon that they spread the most misogynistic things about her. I’ve only been in this fandom for like 2 weeks and I’m kinda sick of it.

Kie is a character with a lot of layers. She has said and done things she shouldn’t have just like any of the pogues at some point. She’s not supposed to be perfect. She’s flawed as every human should be. Kia is such a complex character and I wish they would dive more into her thought process. It’s okay not to vibe with certain characters but despite what you feel about her you could never argue against her not being such a vital part of the pogues. Kiara is extremely loyal. She’s a ride or die for her friends. She’s such a kindhearted person and will be the first to run to you and sympathize with your pain. She will loudly speak her mind and be real with the person she cares about even if they don’t like it. She’s a real one.

Some people think they’re doing something by saying "she gets passed around in the group" and not only that is such a weird thing to say about a 17 year old, it’s also not the facts. The show started by telling the audience every single one of the guys had a thing for her. She didn’t pursue any of them. The boys made their move on her. John B kissed her first. I believe Kie never liked him romantically. In fact, it has a lot to do with what Pope said about Kiara overcompensating because she wasn’t there when Big John went missing. She started to be overprotective of him because she felt guilty and he also needed that extra care. Kie never said she liked John B romantically. The boys just assumed she did because of her switch in personality with him after everything. I think a lot has to do with the fact Kiara is very empathetic and is actually not afraid to show it.

Kie never liked Pope romantically either. He confessed to her. She was made to examine her friendship with Pope because of it. Think about the timing in which Kie kissed Pope. Kiara saw Pope beat up Rafe to protect her. She saw John B and Sarah scaping with the prospect of probably never seeing them again. She decided then to give Pope a chance at being together. It didn’t work out. That’s not her fault. She was trying to push something between them that just wasn’t there. She was very honest and mature about it. Yes, it hurt Pope but it wasn't Kie’s fault. She shouldn’t be blamed for not falling in love with Pope. And I also believe a lot of Pope's feelings for Kie were a projection (pixie dream girl type of way) which is common.

Kiara is independent and free spirited. She does not like to feel constricted by a structure or classes. She choses her path. She chose to be a pogue instated of a kook. She chose the place where she feels like she belongs. The pogues love her because she’s Kiara. She’s a fighter, independent, volatile, loyal and smart. She struggles with her parents simply not accepting who she is and forcing her to be in a world she doesn’t fit in or feels comfortable in. I love that she stands up for what she believes. It’s only some fans that want to box her into one thing.

[yellowlaboratory]

Thoughts on the jj and kie’s argument at the anniversary party? I saw some people weren’t happy with the way it played out but I thought it was so well done! JJ walking away and then coming back to keep the conversation going, the accidental I love you, “if I get back” like ugh!! It so clear that they love it each other even through the angst

i remember a while ago, when the bts for the gate fight dropped, someone said "this is a love confession" and i fully laughed to myself because I didn't think we'd be getting a love confession at all this season. to whoever I laughed at, I'm so sorry.

I think seeing the scene, I'm completely sold on it. If you had told me there'd be a love confession in episode 7 before I saw the season, I might have sweat a little about it, but i think the execution was perfect. the way it plays out makes so much sense, the way JJ lashes out and Kiara knows why but she just wants to make him believe how much she cares about him. I think the "i love you, dude" was literally perfect. based on the rest of the season, Kiara was so concerned with making him understand how much he means to her, she kinda had her back against the wall and she was playing her trump card, you know? and Kiara knew what she was saying, but it could have easily been a cop out if JJ assumed that it was a platonic i love you. but then, JJ takes a moment to process and he knows exactly what she's saying, and then he straight up panics and word vomits. Between this and the scenes in episode 4, I really think the writers understand Jiara exactly the same way we do.

also, the cinematography in that scene is beautiful. the lights behind kiara as they fight??? HA. i'm losing my mind.

[maybank612]

“we need a win”

Y/n POV:

“I’m going to marry you one day” JJ whispered into my ear, I think he thought that I was asleep. 

For most fifteen year olds a statement like that would freak you out, but JJ’s secret confession did scare me at all. It excited me, because I knew that he was the man that I was going to marry.

Me and JJ had been best friends for most of our lives, so when we started dating no one was really surprised. Kie literally started jumping up and down in excitement. 

I snuggled farther into JJ’s chest, and drifted off thinking about my future with the love of my life.

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Two years later

A lot of shit has happened over the past couple of weeks. 

We found the royal merchant, then got the gold stolen, JJ went to jail, we were shot at more times than I can count. John B and Sarah “died”, and we got caught up in another treasure hunt, looking for a cross that belonged to Pope’s family. 

We are currently hanging around the chateau after a long night. Parties on the cut never ended well, but with everything that was going on with John B and Sarah, things were a little more tense. 

However, that didn’t seem to faze JJ. He was his usual upbeat, kind-hearted, goofy self. 

We were sitting on the dock, without feet hanging off the side in the water. I had my back laying against his chest as his arms snaked around my waist holding me close. 

I let out a long sigh pushing my body back farther against his chest, the stress of everything was starting to get to me a little. 

“What’s wrong baby?” JJ questioned, he could always tell when something was bothering me. 

“It’s just the past few weeks have been a lot, and I just feel like after all this crap we need something positive, not more crap.” I could hear the irritation in my voice as I started to go on a mini rant. 

“We need a win” I huffed, JJ placed a sweet kiss on my temple because that always seemed to calm me down. 

He rested his head on my shoulder and hugged me a little tighter. I felt like in the moment everything was perfect. I mean that is how he always made me feel.

“We should get married” JJ spoke in the silence. 

I quickly shot around, shock all over my face. I mean I knew that he wanted a future with me and I wanted one with him, but this was honestly really random. 

“What?” I questioned 

“I mean I know that technically we aren’t old enough, but we can do all that official shit when we turn 18. I wanna marry you right here right now, because you are right we have had so much shit happen over the past few weeks. And if it has taught me anything, it’s that I can’t lose you y/n.” JJ had adjusted my body so that I was now sitting comfortable in his lap, looking into his deep blue eyes. I have never seen this boy so serious. “I have been thinking about this moment for like my entire life. Ever since we were six playing in stupid sandbox your mom got even though we live five minutes from the water. I want to marry you.” 

JJ moved his hands up to cup my face, now tears creeping down my eyes. As he wiped the tears away, I let out a small giggle at how sweet this moment truly was. 

“JJ Maybank, are you asking me to marry you?” I questioned curiously, I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him ask. 

He let out a small laugh and placed a kiss on my lips. 

“Yes, Y/n L/n I am asking. Will you marry me?” He smiled

I leaned into his lips and felt him meet mine in the middle, as I pulled away I smiled and whispered “Yes, JJ Maybank I will marry you. Right here, Right now” 

We shared another long kiss before I felt JJ pick me up and spin me around. Once he set me down he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the chateau. 

He swung the door open to see our friends sitting on the couch, all looking like someone had died. 

“Get up losers” JJ yelled, tossing a pillow at John B as I laughed watching them look confused. 

“Bro what the hell?” John B said, tossing the pillow to the side. 

“It’s wedding time” JJ giggled like a kid on Christmas. 

“What?” Pope questioned 

“Jay, calm down and maybe we could explain instead of coming in to our hungover friends and yelling it’s wedding time” I calmly said, still kind of laughing at JJ’s persistence. 

JJ nodded his head and signaled for me to explain what was happening. 

“Okay, so long story short Me and JJ want to get married. Like ceremony and all, and before you say anything, we know that it’s not legal yet and we will get there when we turn 18. But we both realized that with everything that has happened over the past few weeks, we want to be husband and wife.” I took a breath and continued before anyone could protest. “Now Kie I would love you to be my maid of honor, Pope we would love for you to officiate, and John B JJ needs a best man.” 

I looked around the room at my family and they just looked shocked, except JJ who had the biggest smile on his face. 

Kie, Pope, and John B all exchanged looks before they looked back at me and JJ and smiled. 

“I guess it’s wedding time then,” John B exclaimed, leading everyone to start cheering. 

Kie grabbed my arm and dragged me into the spare room, yelling at the boys to figure everything else out and she was going to “fix me up” as she put it. 

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After about an hour of “fixing me up” Kie said that it was time. 

I walked out of the chateau, now dressed in my favorite black shorts and white top, little flowers all in my hair. They boys had taken the lights from the cats ass and put them up around the big tree in the backyard. It was so pretty. Kie walked me down the makeshift isle to meet the boys standing in front of the large oak. 

JJ grabbed my hand, as Kie “gave me away”. He hadn’t changed yet he looked even better than he did before. He had the biggest smile on his face, my expression no doubt matching his. 

“Okay, so I am not sure how to start these things but if I know anything it is that the two of you are made for each other” Pope begins his speech. 

“I once read something about what they call twin flames, they say that twin flames are two people who share the same soul, and that no matter what universe they always seem to find each other. That is like the definition of the two of you, I don’t think that there are two people more suited for each other than the two of you. Anyway, before I get all sappy, do you guys have vows of something?” Pope finished. 

“Yeah, I do.” JJ quickly said and took a deep breath “Okay, Y/n for my entire life there have not been many constants, but you. You have always been there for me no matter what was going on. I think that on some level I think I have always known that I was going to marry you, but I truly realized it when we were 15. We had just gotten together and we were laying out under the stars. You were laying against my chest and I was watching you sleep peacefully. Something just clicked and I knew, I knew that I was going to marry you. And I am so in love with you it is crazy. I can’t wait for the future baby” 

By the end of JJ’s speech I was in tears, so were our friends surrounding us. JJ ran his thumb against my cheek to wipe the tears that had fallen. I leaned into his hand and smiled at the boy. 

I let out a little sniffle and collected myself to be able to deliver my vows to him. 

“Damn, JJ you sure know how to make a girl cry” I laughed, leading everyone else to let out a giggle.

 “Well, first off I remember that night, I knew you thought I was asleep but I heard you tell me you were going to marry me one day. I think that most people would have freaked out, but I wasn’t because I felt the same way. It has always been you JJ, every time. No matter what happens in the future, I hope that you know that I will always choose you, forever.” I couldn’t get anything else out. 

Again everyone was in tears, myself included. I watched as Pope wiped his face. 

“Well, that was, I think the sweetest thing that I have ever seen. But I don’t think that I can take much more so JJ Maybank so you take Y/n L/N to be your wife?” Pope asked looking at JJ

“I do” JJ smiled

Pope then turned to me to ask the same question “and do you Y/n L/n take JJ Maybank to be your husband?” 

“I do” I smiled right back at JJ.

“Well then by the power vested in me by well no one.” Pope said laughing before he continued “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!”

JJ quickly pulled me into his body by my waist into a long passionate kiss, dipping me down causing me to let out a giggle. 

“Wooooo Hooooo, Let’s go Mr. and Mrs. Maybank” I heard John B yell as we pulled apart. 

I rested my head on JJ’s just smiling at the boy in front of me. At this moment nothing else about what was going on mattered, because I was now y/n Maybank, and I would be for the rest of my life. 

[catladywriter]

Inotan Fanfic: Inosuke’s White Day Mission - Chapter 3

Family

Inosuke discovers that confessing his feelings for Tanjirou is a lot harder than expected, and the cringey confession penned in his name by Takeo and Hanako certainly did not help matters.

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Synopsis: It’s the day before White Day and Tanjirou is busy making chocolates for all the girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Inosuke thinks it’s a stupid tradition. Why should Tanjirou have to return their favours? Shouldn’t Tanjirou be making chocolates for him instead? Of course, he’s not jealous or anything. Definitely not.

Alright, maybe he is a little jealous. After all, he has feelings for Tanjirou and wants to be the one receiving his hand-made chocolates. With a little prodding from Zenitsu and some help from Tanjirou’s family, Inosuke sets out to get the perfect gift to prove that he’s the best candidate for Tanjirou’s White Day chocolates.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Highschool AU (They’re 17 in here, a couple of years older than their Kimetsu Academy counterpart)

Wordcount: 8500+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Inosuke burst into the home economics room, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. He found Tanjirou sitting by his clean work table, a tray of chocolates in front of him. There were several cooler bags around it, presumably filled with the White Day chocolates he had been working on.

Tanjirou looked up, his face lighting up with a bright smile. "Inosuke! I'm so glad you came back! This is all for you!" He gestured at the tray of chocolates.

Inosuke's eyes widened as he looked at the tray. They looked good in the photo, but in real life, they looked so much more delectable. The chocolates were all shaped like wild boars, with small, round heads covered in rich, dark chocolate that glistened in the light. The fur was textured and jagged at the edges, and the eyes and snouts were round beads of white chocolate. Inosuke couldn't help but grin as he admired the cute little details on each one.

"Sorry, they're kind of rushed," Tanjirou said, "but I was lucky that the home economics teacher came by and gave me some extra ingredients. I made the boar shapes with a silicone mould that I had Genya buy for me from Tokyu Hands, but it didn't have enough time to set completely. It's the best I can do for now, but next time I'll try sculpting them myself."

Inosuke listened half-heartedly as Tanjirou prattled on about his plans to make better chocolates. He couldn't stop staring at the tray in front of him. The chocolates looked too cute and delicious to eat, even for someone who loved eating more than almost anything else.

"I can't bear to eat it," Inosuke said.

"Don't be silly," Tanjirou replied. "As I said, I'll make more next time, so you'll definitely get to eat them again!"

Inosuke picked up one of the boar-shaped chocolates and examined it. It was velvety and firm to the touch, and he could feel the promise of a creamy texture as soon as he bit into it. The sweetness was just right, not too overwhelming, but enough to make his taste buds dance with joy. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste, feeling the cool chocolate melt in his mouth and warm his entire body. Despite the rush, Tanjirou had put his heart and soul into making these chocolates, and he could feel it in every bite.

Best of all, they looked special compared to the plain squares of chocolate Tanjirou had made for his White Day gifting. Kie was right, he was indeed special to Tanjirou, he thought smugly. Tanjirou watched his reaction, smiling with an air of satisfaction.

Special… Hold up. Inosuke was so distracted by the cute boar-shaped chocolates, he had almost forgotten about his mission.

He shoved the large brown paper bag with his gift inside it to Tanjirou.

“What’s this?”

"It's yours," Inosuke said, feeling a lump in his throat and his stomach churning with anxiety. He looked away and picked up another piece of chocolate, hoping that the gift would speak for itself.

Tanjirou unrolled the edges of the bag with care, revealing the beautifully crafted sunflower basket. His eyes widened, and his mouth hung open slightly. Inosuke couldn't help but grin as he watched Tanjirou's expression transform from shock to pure joy. The corners of Tanjirou's mouth lifted into a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes, which were now shining with delight. Inosuke felt a warm sense of satisfaction spread through him. The sacrifices he made to get this gift was worth it. Tanjirou would understand his feelings for him, and he would confess his own feelings to Inosuke, anytime now...

“Isn’t this Hanako’s work?” Tanjirou cut through his triumphant reverie.

"Hmm?" Inosuke remembered Hanako squealing that she had decorated it. He nodded in confirmation.

“Did Hanako ask you to bring it to me?” Tanjirou asked.

Inosuke hastened to swallow his mouthful of chocolate. “Of course not! I bought it myself!”

“Oh! You did? Thank you!” Tanjirou said, surprised. “Isn’t this expensive though?”

“Your mum gave me the family discount so it wasn’t too bad."

Tanjirou reached for his wallet, produced a 5,000 yen bill, and pressed it into Inosuke’s palm.

“What the hell?” Inosuke almost gagged on a piece of chocolate.

“I’m grateful that you bought this to support Hanako, but she’s my sister, so I should be the one paying for it.”

“No you idiot, I bought it for you ,” Inosuke pressed the bill back into Tanjirou’s hand.

“But why? I haven’t done anything to deserve it,” Tanjirou pushed the bill back.

“There’s no need for reasons to give presents. You always say that yourself,” Inosuke said as he pressed the bill back into Tanjirou’s palm.

“But this must be expensive!”

“As I said, your mum gave me the family discount, so it was all right!”

As they argued, back and forth the money went, like a game of hot potato, each person trying to force the other to take it.

“I know you prefer spending your allowance on food, so you shouldn’t waste money on gifts for me. I don’t need it.”

“Damnit, you’re just an underling! Shut up and don’t tell me what to do with my money!” Inosuke bellowed as he stuffed the bill back into Tanjirou’s hand and pushed his fingers down, so they closed over them. “Don’t you dare give it back, or I will break your fingers!” Inosuke yelled.

Giving presents to Tanjirou was exhausting, he thought. That’s why he didn’t do it.

Tanjirou's cheeks flushed. "Um...thank you for your gift, Inosuke," he said, his voice sheepish. Meeting Inosuke's gaze, he gave a small, grateful smile before stowing the bill back in his wallet. "I'll keep it and treasure it forever!" he added brightly.

"No, eat it. It's chocolate," Inosuke said wearily.

“I will!” Tanjirou exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Let me take some photos so I can preserve this forever!”

Tanjirou whipped out his phone. Soon, he was busy taking photos of the sunflower basket from different angles, while doing a running commentary on how he thought Hanako was so artistic and had good potential to become the food designer of the bakery in the future and yada yada.

Inosuke couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Tanjirou continued to heap praise on his sister. He knew that Tanjirou adored his family and all his younger siblings, and his reaction was understandable. But it was the first time he was giving Tanjirou a gift, and he was clearly impressed with it. Shouldn't Tanjirou praise him for choosing such an impressive gift?

Tanjirou had discovered the chocolates inside the basket. He was now gushing over the whimsical design of the wrappers and the excellent presentation. "Our Hanako is so talented!" he kept repeating with excitement.

Inosuke sighed and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes each time Tanjirou praised his younger sister. He regretted having finished the chocolate boars, as he now had nothing to occupy himself with.

All of a sudden, Tanjirou pulled out a square card with a sunflower on it. "A card! Let's see what it says," he exclaimed.

Inosuke furrowed his brow. He didn't remember seeing a card inside.

Tanjirou's eyes scanned over the card, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. But his smile faded as he read the contents of the card. He blushed a deep shade of red, then looked up at Inosuke with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. He opened his mouth tentatively as if wanting to say something. Then he pursed his lips without making a sound, before finally bursting into laughter. He coughed and gasped for breath as he tried to regain his composure.

Inosuke had a bad feeling about this. He snatched the card from Tanjirou and squinted at the squiggly, childlike handwriting. As he read the words, goosebumps prickled his skin, and a knot formed in his stomach.

“Dear Tanjirou, I think you’re like, the coolest person ever! You're really amazing and smart and you always achieve what you set out to do. You're kind and nice to everyone, and you make me feel warm and fuzzy. I just wish you would notice me more because I have the biggest crush on you!

P.S.: You have a smile that puts all these sunflowers to shame! :D”

Involuntarily, Inosuke clenched his fist, crumpling the card.

"Hey, don't do that!" Tanjirou grabbed the card and smoothed out the creases before any permanent damage could be done.

"I-I didn't write this," Inosuke stammered, his heart racing.

"Are you sure? It sounds like something you would say," Tanjirou teased.

Inosuke's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! No! Of course not! I would never! Have you lost your mind?! This is so corny and cringy and awful, and-and..." he gesticulated furiously and stormed around. He recalled how Hanako and Takeo had their backs turned towards him while whispering and writing.

"It's them! I should have known they were up to no good. Wait till I get my hands on them!" He balled his fists in anger.

"Hey, Inosuke," Tanjirou said, looking at him with concern etched on his face. He took a step closer and placed a reassuring hand on Inosuke's tense shoulder. "It's okay," he continued in a soft tone as he gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I was joking. Of course, I know you would never write something like that. I can recognise Hanako and Takeo's handwriting from anywhere. It's a harmless prank. Don't be mad at them."

Inosuke took a few deep breaths, his chest heaving as he tried to calm down. Tanjirou's comforting hand on his shoulder helped ground him. He focused on the sensation of Tanjirou’s fingers rubbing soothingly against his skin. The slow, steady rhythm of Tanjirou's hand lulled Inosuke into a calming trance, slowing his breathing and easing the tension in his body.

But as he regained his composure, annoyance bubbled up inside of him once more. He cursed himself for not seizing the perfect moment to confess his feelings. It would have been so easy to say, “yeah, I wrote it, got a problem?” and let Tanjirou take the lead. But Inosuke's pride and impulsiveness got the best of him, leaving him no closer to his goal.

It was all those damn kids’ fault for penning such a cringy confession that his first instinct was to deny it. Even Tanjirou had laughed at it, which only intensified his embarrassment. Couldn’t they have written something cooler? Did this really sound like something he, the great Hashibira Inosuke, would say?

Tanjirou snapped Inosuke out of his thoughts, grabbing his wrist and stuffing a fistful of chocolates into his palm. “Eat up! It'll make you feel better.”

Inosuke nodded, unwrapping a piece of chocolate as Tanjirou did the same. Tanjirou admired the charming sunflower motifs on the chocolate's packaging. He set it aside neatly before disposing of the foil below. Then he took a thoughtful sniff before taking a bite.

"Shigeru helped with this batch. He's heavy-handed with the sugar, as usual," Tanjirou chuckled, shaking his head.

Inosuke raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You can tell who made the chocolates by sniffing them?"

"I can tell if they're made by my parents or siblings," Tanjirou replied with a grin. "I've always had a sharp sense of smell."

Inosuke knew all too well how Tanjirou's sense of smell had helped him to develop a keen palate and talent for cooking. This resulted in culinary creations that left him and their friends wanting more. He took a bite of the chocolate himself. He thought it still tasted good, although it was sweeter than Tanjirou's boar-shaped chocolate

Tanjirou nodded in affirmation after taking a bite. "Definitely too much sugar," he confirmed. "Shigeru has a sweet tooth and he tends to project it onto others. I must have a word with him about this."

Inosuke couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-doubt. If he found the chocolate too sweet, did that mean he didn't like it?

But Tanjirou must have sensed his concern, because he turned to him and said, "Regardless of how it tastes, if it's made by my family, it's perfect for me. Thank you for your gift, Inosuke. It's thoughtful of you and I really appreciate it."

Tanjirou beamed at Inosuke, his eyes crinkling with warmth and a softness in his expression that made Inosuke's heart flutter. His smile was like sunshine on a cloudy day, lighting up the world around them. For a moment, Inosuke was lost in the sight of it, the way it made Tanjirou's eyes shine, the way it made everything else seem unimportant.

Inosuke desperately wanted to say something clever, to make Tanjirou laugh or smile even wider, but he felt tongue-tied. All he could do was blush and scratch his own head bashfully. To fill the momentary silence, Tanjirou launched into a story about the time he, Nezuko and their father baked together for the first time.

Inosuke tried to concentrate, but his mind kept wandering back to his unspoken confession. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away, not after all he had done to get this far. But why was this so hard?

As Inosuke was about to muster up the courage to confess his feelings, Tanjirou yelped, "Look at the time! I have to fetch Rokuta from kindergarten." He rolled up the brown paper bag to cover the sunflower basket.

Inosuke's heart raced with panic and anxiety as he realized that this would be his last chance to reveal his feelings to Tanjirou before he went home. Without a doubt, Tanjirou's mum and his siblings would bring up the matter of his confession at the bakery. Kie and Nezuko had been nothing but kind and supportive. They would be so disappointed in his failure and think of him as a coward. Hanako and Takeo already seemed to think he was lame. They would taunt him endlessly for his inability to confess. And as for Tanjirou… the thought of his reaction alone was enough to make Inosuke's palms sweat. What would Tanjirou make of the fact that the self-proclaimed King of the school compound couldn’t even tell his underling that he liked him?

Wait!" he blurted out. "I have something to say!"

Tanjirou had removed his apron and was folding it into a neat square. He looked up to face Inosuke with a puzzled expression. “Let’s talk on the way, I’m late as it is.”

Impatience built up in his chest as he watched Tanjirou rummage through his bag, trying to find the most suitable pocket to put his apron away.

“Listen to me,” Inosuke leaned over him and grabbed his wrist. Tanjirou looked up at him again. Only this time, their lips brushed against each other's.

Inosuke's heart skipped a beat as he felt the warmth of Tanjirou's lips. The sudden, gentle touch was like the flutter of butterfly wings and left him feeling alive with sensation. For a fleeting moment, he forgot about everything else - the confession, Tanjirou's family, his own insecurities. Lost in the unexpected intimacy of the moment, Inosuke savoured the sweet sensation. But almost as soon as it had begun, it was over. They pulled away, faces flushed with embarrassment and surprise.

Chapter 4

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Author's Notes: I've been wanting to have Inosuke say "You have a smile that puts all these sunflowers to shame!" to Tanjirou for a while now, but it never quite fit in any of my stories. I don't think he would ever think of it himself, but maybe someone could have taught him. Regardless, it still seems like he would have a stroke trying to say it out loud, haha! I'm really happy I found a chance to slide it in here. As for Tanjirou trying to pay Inosuke for the gift, that was a last-minute idea that came to me. I'm thrilled with how well it fits with Inosuke's character. It just feels like something he would do - yell and threaten Tanjirou - when giving a present that's meant to confess his romantic feelings. This also sets up the perfect excuse for him to act that way without coming across as too unreasonable (although, let's be real, threatening people when giving presents is pretty unreasonable, but this is Inosuke we're talking about). I'm glad I was able to give Tanjirou some happy times with his family in this chapter, even if it was mostly through remote interactions. I hope I was able to capture his big brother persona that he's known and loved for. Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

[seriouslychloe]

spoilers for season 3 ahead ❤️❤️

i totally thought they weren’t gonna send kie to wilderness camp and it was just gonna be a threat hanging over her head ngl-, then all the kitty hawk stuff came out, and i wasn’t a big fan of them sending her there bc i thought it was just super random and it would be weird and separate the pogues for awhile (spoiler: they did that anyway *cue dramatic side eye*) but now…WE GOT JIARA AND THEY KISSED AND HE RESCUED HER AND THEY SO HAPPY AND THEY CONFESSED THEIR UNDYING LOVE FOR EACHOTHERRRR (okay..maybe i’m going a little crazy..) so i’m really glad they did send her to kitty hawk for the plot of it (the plot: jiara) but i hate mike and anna for doing something like that to their daughter who TOLD THEM she got abducted, yet they still let them like strangle her into a car and said they were gonna medicate her????? like it was just like a repeat- someone give her a hug- but like it shows how far our predictions are from the actual show! and i’m actually really happy with season 3! i think it was great, but could use improvement, like maybe more pogue scenes together. but i don’t think we should hate on it for its not so good parts, but be happy and get excited over the good parts we got! the writers aren’t perfect, and can’t know what everyone wants when they are writing it. have a wonderful day y’all ❤️

[judeswhore]

this sucks, i’m lovesick; jj maybank

summary: a “near death experience” is the perfect way to draw out a long awaited love confession

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: mentions of almost drowning and talk of weed

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this has been in my drafts for ages and i completely forgot to post it so anon who requested i’m so sorry but she’s here now <3

"y'know, i'm surprised it's taken you this long to ask for my help." jj eyes you almost suspiciously, his hands pressed into your surfboard as though to hold it steady as you straddled it. his blonde hair was dark and wet, pushed back off his face and curling just slightly at his temples, water clinging like stars to his lashes. he blinked up at you and for a second you tracked the droplet that slid like a tear down his cheek.

it was knocking on three hours since you'd dragged your best friend to the beach and half demanded that he teach you how to surf, dodging any questions he'd thrown your way as to why you suddenly wanted his help. because in all honesty, there wasn't exactly a why, not one that you could tell jj without wanting the ground to swallow you whole. you wanted to hang out with him, without the string of girls that seemed to follow him everywhere, and figured surfing would be the perfect idea. tourons couldn't surf, granted neither could you, but that was the point. jj had been hounding you to learn for years and he wouldn't pass up the opportunity now you were practically begging.

"i was tired of being left out of the competitions, i want the chance to win mr heyward's famous brownies." you skimmed your fingers over the surface of the water, flicking a generous amount onto jj's arm as he sent you an amused glance. the setting sun made his eyes seem brighter, the blue soft and comforting and always so full of trouble, corners crinkling just slightly with his smile.

"what's the point when you always help yourself to half of mine when i win." you rolled your eyes, leaning back to gaze up at the sky, hands pushing through the water to keep your board steady. you could feel jj's eyes on you, could feel the heat of his attention licking across every exposed inch of skin, your pulse kicking up slightly as you let yourself wonder if he was checking you out the way you often did him. it was a miracle you hadn't been caught out yet, if jj was around, your eyes were more than likely glued to him, hanging on to his every word like a lovesick puppy. you were certain john b had sussed you out but he was far too wrapped up in his own head lately to care that you were fantasising about breaking the one group rule.

no pogue on pogue macking.

but really, as long as you didn't act on your feelings you weren't exactly breaking any rules. and like you'd muttered to yourself hundreds of times when you found yourself falling just that little bit harder for your best friends dimples and ridiculous escape plans: the rule was stupid anyway.

"i know they'll taste better when i've won them." you let your gaze find his again, surprised to find a soft dusting of pink over the highs of his cheeks, a sheepish look schooling over his features. you raised a brow and he looked away, eyes turning to the quickly setting sun, the orange glow spreading further across the ocean. "what are you doing later?" your stomach rolled with the possibility he was hanging out with one of his many flings, your hands pushing your board a little further away from him as he remained standing.

"thought we could grab something to eat after this? kie left her laptop at the chateau the other night and john b said he's working late so we could crash there and watch shitty movies and get high." jj wasn't looking at you, he'd instead turned his attention to making sure the surfboard leash was tied securely around your ankle, fingers firm on your skin. even within the water you could feel the heat of them, the goosebumps they sent skittering across your body when they grazed up your calf.

you had to swallow down your happiness at his answer, shove down the bubble of giddiness that threatened to spill out over his offer because it wasn't as if you and jj had never spent time alone together. you used to hang out just the two of you all the time, it was only this summer that he'd started to stray toward other girls, to blow off alone time with you in favour of alone time with them. this was the first time in at least three weeks that it had been just you and jj again, the troublesome twosome who'd once wreak havoc on every inch of the island and you were more than happy that your surfing plot was turning out better than you'd expected.

"didn't you say your cousin got busted?" jj had secured the leash again but he didn't remove his hand, just kept his fingers pressed against the back of your leg, thumb sweeping over your too hot skin. he shook his hair out and sent you a crooked grin, one that made your heart fizz.

"you think i'm dumb enough to only have one dealer?" your arched brow said enough and he finally let go of you, playfully shoving your board away with an eye roll. you wobbled a little at the force, arms shooting out for balance. "i'm not dumb when it comes to weed, sweetheart. y'wanna have one more go and then we'll head back? i'm starving."

you only nodded, sucking in a breath before going through the steps jj had practically drilled into your head, overly aware of his eyes on you. so far you'd simply paddled on your board, attempted to stay standing for more than ten seconds as the slowly growing waves bobbed you around and as you pushed yourself further out you told yourself the last time would be the charm. water lapped over your board, slipped over your thighs and pushed back against your hands, the waves coming towards you seeming a lot bigger than the previous ones.

"hey, i think you've gone far enough, nemo!" jj had to shout in order for you to hear him, the distance you'd put between you larger than it had been before and you could hear the hitch of worry in his voice. you threw him a grin over your shoulder and waved an unbothered hand.

"i was born for this, maybank, prepare to be amazed." you knew you were being cocky, unnecessarily so, but there was a screaming part of you that wanted to impress jj, that wanted to show him you weren't that useless when it came to surfing. you eyed the water, watched the waves roll in and then leant forward, chest pressed flat to the board, hands pushing you further towards the oncoming waves.

"you drown and i won't share my weed with you!" he was teasing, of course he was, he didn't think you were actually stupid enough to try and tackle a wave, he didn't think you would end up slipping only seconds after pushing off to your feet. you wobbled at first, just slightly and then the wave crashed into the front of your board, the impact sending you toppling into the water. a surprised yelp slipped past your lips, followed by a groan when you hit the ocean, jj's shout of your name getting lost as you went under. the shock had you forgetting for a second and salt water seemed to rush into your mouth and bubble in your nose, stinging your eyes as you tried to kick up and break the surface. 

only you'd swallowed a considerable amount of water, your lungs starting to burn and in your panicked state you pushed a little too hard and with little coordination, head smacking harshly into the side of your board. a flare of white hot pain bloomed over your heard, had you sucking in even more water and then nothing.

"jesus christ."

"if you die on me i swear to god i'll kill you."

"breathe, y/n!"

"fuck, c'mon," someone was slapping your cheek, with a little more force than you thought was necessary, their hands quickly switching to press down hard on your chest and your eyes flew open, a violent cough wracking your body. water bubbled out of your mouth and then those same hands were turning you on to your side, pressing soft into you back as you coughed up half of the ocean, your throat and nose and eyes stinging, chest on fire. "you almost give me a fucking heart attack!"

jj sounded frantic, his voice sharp and a few octaves higher and when you were certain you'd gotten all of the water up you lifted your head to gape at him. you were panting, body shaking from the panic and cold, sand sticking to every inch of your skin and you were sure you probably looked a mess but all you could do was stare. he was kneeling beside your legs, shirtless still and soaked again from the ocean, the setting sun seeming to create a halo behind his head and despite his obvious worries and the slight spark of annoyance in his eyes he looked heartbreakingly gorgeous.

"yo, dude, did the water mess up your hearing?"

"you slapped me."

"i-what?"

"you slapped me."

"of course i slapped you! you were unconscious and you'd swallowed half the worlds water supply and probably a few fish, what else was i supposed to do?" jj shook his head in disbelief, splattering you with droplets of water and sat back on his knees, his hand that had been pressed against your back settling instead on your thigh when you sat up. heat seemed to bloom from the spot, goosebumps skittering across your skin from the point of contact and your heart have an unsteady thump in your chest.

your teeth were chattering and in an attempt to warm up you wrapped your arms around your self, shifting closer to jj in the sand. "you're not supposed to slap someone who's just almost drowned."

"you're not supposed to try and ride a wave when you've only been learning for five minutes."

"that wave came out of no where."

"you were being cocky." you went to argue but then jj's hands were suddenly on your face and your mouth ran dry (an after effect of the gallons of saltwater you told yourself), a hot flush rising up your chest. he gently tilted your head from one side to the other, thumbs grazing over your cheeks and you shivered even more at the cool bite of his rings against your skin.

"what're you doing?" you weren't sure why you were whispering or why you couldn't seem to tear your gaze from the downward curve of jj's mouth, your fingers digging into the soft sand at your sides. he had a cut on his bottom lip, almost completely healed from his last run in with some kooks and a burning need to brush your thumb over it crawled up your chest. his tongue pushed out, swept slowly over that same lip and you briefly wondered if he'd done it on purpose.

"checking for injuries, you whacked your head pretty hard." jj's voice had also dropped and his finger was brushing feather light over your hairline, pushing with just enough pressure that you could feel the forming bruise. "gonna have a golf ball up here when you wake up in the morning, might rival the size of your ego."

"john b has a freezer full of peas i can hold against it, i don't think he'd miss one bag."

"you're an idiot, y'know." you made a noncommittal noise, still staring at his lips, at the dip in the centre of his top one, at the years old scar that was just between his nose and his cupids bow. mesmerised slightly by the way they shaped your name when he blew it out with a sigh. he dropped his hands from your face, one of them settling over the top of yours as it rested in the sand. "i'm serious. you could have gotten seriously hurt. you were supposed to just stay standing, you weren't supposed to throw yourself headfirst into the wave like some olympic gold medalist."

jj was going on, complaining about your stupidity and the fact he was never gonna teach you how to surf again and how you were banned from sharing his weed for the next two weeks while you thought about the consequences of your actions. but you weren't thinking about your actions or the lack of weed or the dull throbbing that had started in your head. you were thinking that jj maybank was quite possibly the most beautiful person you'd ever laid eyes on.

you were thinking about the way the sun glinted off his hair and how you wanted to map out every freckle that dusted the broad expanse of his shoulders. about the soft way his fingers trailed your face and how despite the anger in his eyes he was still looking at you like you were the only girl he ever wanted to look at. you were thinking about those god awful lips and how good it felt to hear him say your name and how you wanted to feel them pressed hot and feverish against every part of your body. you were thinking about the time when you were eight years old and you tripped in the street, scraping you knee until it was nothing but shredded skin and blood and jj was there, tying his bandana around like a bandage, flashing you a boyish smile before he helped you to your feet. jj was always there.

you were thinking about how much you loved him.

"you know that means no smoking tonight, right? you gotta earn your smoking privileges back, this is good weed that i got, there's no way i'm wasting it on an idiot like you. you can-"

"i love you." jj reared back as though you'd taken a turn at slapping him, his words falling short as he blinked at you. and blinked again, mouth opening and closing and for the first time in his life, jj maybank was speechless. for a few moments you simply stared at each other, the sun almost completely lost beyond the horizon, the sounds of laughter and yells from further along the beach almost completely gone, the water creeping closer along the shore to where you were settled.

a thousand emotions seemed to play out across his face, his eyes flitting from your own to the space over your shoulder, his hand which was still on top of yours on the sand a heavy weight. the longer he was silent the more your heart tripped and sputtered, regret and hesitation replacing your earlier boldness and you pulled your hand from beneath his, tucked your legs a little closer to your body.

"j.." your teeth had started to chatter again, from the gust of wind that blew in and from the nerves running riot through your body and it was that and the soft plea in your tone that had jj blinking out of his daze.

“how hard did you hit your head?” his tone was light and teasing, a soft spark to his eyes and an even softer curve to his lips, both of which sent your heart into a frenzy. your own mouth tipped lopsidedly.

“maybe hard enough to give me a concussion.”

“rattled a few brain cells loose.” jj’s smile had dragged your attention back down to his lips, your eyes following the way he swiped his tongue over the bottom again before biting into the inside of his cheek. his fingers found yours on the sand again, his pinky sliding alongside yours and he’d somehow leant his body in closer to you, the space between you almost non existent. you could smell his cologne beneath the scent of the ocean that always seemed to cling to him and the smallest hint of something woodsy that made your head spin a little. you weren’t sure yet if the head spinning was because you’d almost drowned or because jj was so close and you could feel the heat of his skin pressed against your thigh.

“did you even hear what i said?”

“i heard.” you narrowed your eyes and locked them on his, unsure what he was thinking. there was something different in his eyes, he was looking at you with such intensity that you almost squirmed, heart thumping in your throat.

“you heard? and you’re not gonna say anything?” you watched him shrug, felt his fingers curl around yours while his other hand reached to your face, fingers brushing gentle over the curve of your jaw. his thumb swiped over your chin, grazed your bottom lip and sent another wave of shivers over you.

“i was thinking i might make you wait a few years before i say it back. think of it as payback.”

“payback?” you felt stupid, confused and a little fuzzy because of the way he was touching you and you worried your brain had somehow shut down from water damage. you frowned and willed yourself to stop staring at his mouth, the way he was only inches from yours. one small move forward and you could kiss him. “payback for what?”

“for making me wait years for you to say it.” jj’s fingers settled beneath your chin and tipped your head back, his mouth teasing softly over yours as you fell completely still. you were afraid if you moved he’d pull back, if you blinked he’d disappear because maybe you were still under the water and this was your brains way of mocking you. his breath was hot against your lips and so very real. “i thought old shoupe was gonna get me locked up before i heard you say it.”

“you knew?”

“you’re about as subtle as a house on fire.” he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your chin, slipped his fingers around the back of your neck and bumped your nose.

“i can be subtle.”

“you think i didn’t notice you ogling me like a piece of meat? your bedroom eyes are practically engraved into my head.” you tried to bite back your smile, wrapped your fingers around his wrist and toyed with the bracelets he had there.

“if you don’t hurry up and kiss me i’m gonna take it back.”

“bossy bossy, you wanna watch your mouth.”

“i don’t-” jj pressed his mouth over yours and every thought you’d ever had seemed to scatter, replaced with one flashing thought that you were finally kissing him. his lips were soft, warmer than your own and firm in their demand of working you open, tongue finding yours almost instantly. he tasted like the chocolate he’d eaten not long ago with the faintest trace of his cigarettes and if it had been anyone else you would have found the combination disgusting. but it was jj and it simply had you tugging him closer with your finger hooked in his shark tooth necklace, humming quietly when he skimmed his hand over your ribs and around your back to press you to him.

you got lost in his kisses, in the languid stroke of his tongue against yours and the teasing nip to your bottom lip that made you almost choke on a whine. you slid your hand into his hair, tugged just enough to make him hiss, his mouth trailing hot kisses over your cheek and jaw in an attempt to compose himself. you grazed your nails over his scalp, drifted them down his neck and jj shuddered against you, his lips settling against your shoulder.

“i love you, too. in case it wasn’t clear.”

[writingjjfics]

Jealous confessions

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader, Platonic!Pogues x reader

Summary: A night with the Pogues lead to much laughter, jealousy, and love confessions.

Warnings: nothing much, maybe some cursing

Requested?: yesss

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Sarah is not a part of this (sad, I know) because we needed a jealous JJ. Sorry this fic took me so long but I have so much work to do for school and each time I try to write my inspiration is just gone so I also apologize for any mistakes and stupid jokes.

A/N(2): JJ looks so hot in this gif I can't🙃 (not my gif)

It was one of those perfect evenings. You and the Pogues were having a movie night at JJ's and John B's small but cozy apartment. They moved in together a while ago after they both saved up enough money. Since you, Kie, and Pope still live at home with your parents, the three of you come over often and probably spend even more time in their apartment than at home.

After a long discussion about what movie to watch, because you and Kie wanted something romantic and the boys wanted a movie with loads of action, you agreed to watch both movies starting with the one you and Kie picked out.

It was a classic Rom-Com about a boy and a girl who started as friends through an accidental encounter and then they slowly fall in love. The movie was cute but you and Kie mostly wanted to watch it because of the good-looking lead actor. You both made loads of comments during the movie even if it was just to annoy the boys.

"Oh my god, he is so hot"

"He could run me over with that car and I'll thank him anyway"

"I would pay money just so I could touch those abs"

With each comment, you could feel the glances and hear the scoffs coming from the boys. It made you and Kie giggle every time.

You were seated in between Kie and John B. Usually, you always sat next to JJ but you have been avoiding close contact with him lately.

You've known JJ since you were 6 years old. You were at the beach with your family while he was there all by himself. He was playing with some rocks and branches when he accidentally tripped. There was nobody around to help him and you felt sad so you went to check upon him. He damaged his knee so you brought him with you to your parents. After they took care of his knee you played with him for the rest of the day.

"I want to make you my best friend now. To thank you for today and the fact that you are really cool. Well- best 'girl' friend since I already have a best friend called John B" JJ told you at the end of the day.

Since that day you were inseparable from him. He came to your house almost every day and your parents treated him like their own child. He soon also introduced you to John B, which you could also quickly get along with. Later you three met Pope and Kie which was the beginning of your friend group.

Kie is the sister you never had. You two share everything together being the only girls in the group of friends. John B and Pope are like brothers to you. You always prank and tease each other as siblings do.

But your relationship with JJ is a different story. Since the moment you were old enough to understand what feelings are, you felt that weird feeling in your stomach every time you looked or thought about JJ. You tried to brush it off as just a stupid crush since he is a good-looking boy giving you a lot of attention but the constant flirting with each other and the tension between the two of you doesn't help at all.

You promised yourself that you would never start a romantic relationship with a friend because of all the drama that could happen if things didn't work out and besides there's that rule, that stupid rule, that Kiara made up a few years ago. The "no Pogue on Pogue Mackin' rule".

While you always hold a glimmer of hope that things would work out with JJ someday, you also know that you need to stop doing that. You know JJ is more into casual hookups and doesn't want to be in a relationship, at least not for now.

With this in mind and your feelings for JJ growing every day, it's getting harder for you to see him at every Kegger flirting and kissing with other girls. Each time you see him walk away with some pretty girl to probably have sex with you die a little on the inside. You tried to give your attention to other boys, going on a few dates, or hooking up with random Tourons, but no one makes you feel the same way JJ does.

So a few weeks ago you decided to distance yourself a little from JJ, not in a way you are not talking or hanging out with him anymore, but just less touching and flirting with each other. You are hopeful that this will help to lose your crush.

Little did you know, JJ's feelings are exactly the same as yours. He always felt different with you, in a good way, he feels butterflies in his stomach when he is close to you. But he also noticed you distanced from him lately and at the same time you became closer with John B. Always sneaking away together, or whispering and giggling.

The thing was that John B recently came to you for girls' advice. There is this new girl in his Science class that he caught feelings for. And John B, being the stupid boy that he is, doesn't know how to get her attention so he asked for your help since he didn't know who else to go to. You decided to help him and took him out for lunches and fake dates to share experiences and tips.

So today you also sat next to John B instead of JJ. You noticed JJ glancing in your direction a lot. But you didn't think much of it. It was probably because you were talking a lot during the movie and it was annoying him.

You were watching the action movie for the boys now. You and Kie thought it was quite boring so you made loads of jokes about the plot.

"Can you guys please shut up, I'm trying to watch this movie in peace!" Pope snapped at us.

"Wow, rare outburst of emotions but okay sorry. We'll stop" you chuckled.

"I think it's time for more snacks" John B spoke up.

"I thought you were the snack here Routledge" you joked.

John B mockingly repeated your words. "Very funny Y/L/N" He walked to the kitchen with the empty trays to refill the bowls on them.

John B thought it would be fun to test out his new 'girl skills' so he added some flowers to one of the trays and handed it to you and Kie.

"For my beautiful ladies" he said while giving you a wink.

You knew exactly what he was doing. "Oh my god, girls would be so lucky to date you. Can't believe you don't have a girlfriend yet." you teased him.

JJ clenched his jaw, obviously feeling very jealous of the scene in front of him.

"Can we just continue watching the movie please?" JJ snapped.

"Can you have some humor please?" you mumbled softly, rolling your eyes.

John B chuckled at your comment.

JJ stared at you unamused. You could honestly die from how hot he looked at you. You gave him a small smile as some sort of peace offer. He didn't respond, raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the tv.

Weird... You thought. JJ usually laugh the hardest at these kinds of jokes or make a brilliant comeback.

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It was currently 1 am and everyone was pretty tired from the long day and the movies we watched.

"Can we just sleep here tonight?" Kie spoke up

"Yeah sure, you three can figure out who sleeps where right? I'm going to bed now. Goodnight!" John B spoke while walking towards his bedroom.

You looked in the direction of Pope and Kie. JJ stood up as well and said goodbye while walking to his room. Pope mumbled something about you sleeping in JJ's bed like usual. You locked eyes with Kie.

Kie knows about your crush on JJ and you also told her that you've been trying to keep some distance from him lately. But she shrugs her shoulders and mouthed a sorry. You got up with a sigh and walked in the direction of JJ's room. What's one more night in his bed going to change anyway.

You knocked on his bedroom door and heard some mumbling so you slowly opened the door and stepped in.

"Hey Jay, can I sleep in your bed tonight?"

"Why don't you go sleep in John B's bed huh" he replied in a mean almost mocking way.

"Ew, why would I want to sleep in his stinking bed?" you laughed

"Idk so you two could continue with the lovebird's act"

You were confused at what he was saying, "Wtf JJ, what's wrong with you?"

He gave you a humorless laugh. "What's wrong with me? Because I can ask you the same. You ignore me for the entire night, no, not only this night but the entire time, and now you want to sleep in my bed?" he almost shouted

"I'm sorry, but I've just had a lot on my mind lately"

"Yeah, about John B probably?" he rolled his eyes and looked away from you

"What the fuck does any of this have to do with John B!?" you raised your voice, clearly confused and annoyed. You were tired and not in the mood to argue right now.

"You don't think I haven't noticed the two of you flirting all the time?"

"Flirting- Wha-?? I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Y/N, Oh my god- you are with him continuously, giggling and whispering stuff to each other. Don't act stupid and just tell me how it is!" JJ was shouting at this moment.

"My god- You can be so dumb sometimes! It's none of your business, but if you really must know. John B has a crush on a girl in his science class and asked me for advice. I've been giving him tips and helping with his courage to ask her out."

"Why are you acting so jealous anyway?" you asked confused and slightly mad.

JJ immediately looked guilty for shouting and his fiery eyes instantly softened "Sorry, I just miss hanging out with you, you know, like we used to"

"Don't you have your many hookups with random girls to fulfill that?" you said sarcastically

JJ stepped away from you and went to sit on his bed. "That's not the same.."

"What’s not the same?" you asked confused again

The fact that you were really tired and basically could fall asleep in an instant did not help with the conversation.

"What I feel for you" he mumbled softly

The moment JJ said what he said he immediately regretted it. He never meant to slip it out like this, if he ever had the courage to tell you.

"Wait- What- what did you say?" you heard it right the first time, you just didn't understand what was going on.

"Y/N can we please just drop this and go to bed. I'm sorry okay. Shouldn't have acted so stupid."

"No Jay, I want to know now. What's going on?" you insisted.

You went to sit on the bed beside JJ. There was this awkward silence. Both of you didn't know what to say next. Finally, after some very long seconds of silence, JJ spoke up.

"Listen, if I'm going to tell you, I want you to listen to me and wait for me to finish talking, okay?"

"Yeah, okay" you nodded. Your heart was beating fast by now. Could JJ possibly like you back?

"Uh- So- You know- I-" JJ was stuttering and couldn't find his words so you took his hand and held it to make him feel safe.

'Okay, I'm just going to say it" he chuckled nervously "I like you, as in, a lot, and more than just friends. For a very long time now. Each time I'm close to you I just want to kiss you and hold you and call you my girl and I know you probably don't see me like that, and that's okay, and then there is also that stupid no Pogue on Pogue Mackin rule-" JJ rambled on.

You were shocked, to say the least, and didn't even hear the rest of what he was saying. You never expected JJ to see you like this let alone think of you as a couple together. It was cute tho, seeing JJ this nervous. You don't think you've ever seen him like this before.

You noticed JJ had stopped talking and was waiting nervously for a response. The only right response you could think of at the moment was kissing him, so you did.

You moved closer to JJ, your eyes drifting from his ocean blue eyes to his lips. You leaned in to kiss him. The kiss surprised JJ a little, but before he knew it, he was returning it hungrily. He pulled your waist closer to him while you moved your hands to ran it through his hair.

The kiss was passionate. You both waited years to kiss each other and it felt even better than either of you could have imagined.

You pull apart to catch your breath, both of you having the biggest smiles on your faces.

"So, I guess you feel the same?" JJ smirked.

"I liked you for years now Jay" you confessed.

JJ brought your face close and kissed your forehead before pulling you in a tight hug. Both of you let out a huge breath of relief.

"Let's go to sleep now babygirl, we'll talk more tomorrow" he whispered.

You nodded and stripped out of your clothes. JJ handed you one of his shirts and he laid down in his bed. You climbed up the bed beside him and he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close to his chest. He gave you kisses on your shoulder and head.

"Goodnight pretty girl"

"Goodnight handsome"

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The morning came. You opened your eyes and heard small breaths coming from beside you.

JJ had one of his arms rested on your waist. You turned your body so you could look at him. He was still sleeping looking very peaceful.

You laid on his chest and slowly traced your fingers on his chest and face, giving him small kisses as well. That woke JJ up.

"Hey, good morning beautiful" he said with his deep morning voice.

His voice sounded even sexier and you could honestly just melt.

"Good morning baby" you whispered while kissing JJ on the lips.

JJ smiled "I'm awake right because this still feels very surreal?" you both chuckled.

"Well thank god it's real, I can't go back to normal now"

"So that means I can officially call you my girlfriend?" JJ looked at you hopefully.

"I wouldn't want it any other way" you smiled and leaned in to kiss JJ.

After some more talking, cuddling, and kissing you decided to have breakfast and join the other Pogues.

You proudly walked into the living room with intertwined hands.

The Pogues looked surprised. You looked at Kie and nodded your head.

"FUCKING FINALLY" Kie shouted. "I've been waiting for years for one of you to make a move"

"Congrats guys, I guess you giving me advice for that girl helped you too" John B said while giving you a wink.

"Yeah, you have no idea" you giggled and looked at JJ who rolled his eyes before giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

[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.”

[writeroutoftime]

love, actually

pairing: pope heyward x fem!reader

summary: a reimaging of the "love, actually" notecard scene (but not creepy!)

words: 0.9k

a/n: just a cute little blurb that is part of my 12 days of fics! hope you enjoy and please let me know what you thought! 💛

oOoOo

Pope stared across the beach with a drink in his hand as he watched you, Sarah, and Kie walk along the shore of the ocean, laughing and stumbling over yourselves every few steps. Remnants of a kegger were scattered across the beach, leaving only the pogues left to enjoy the beach, even in the crisp, cool air.

"Dude, just tell her how you feel already." John B said from behind Pope, slapping him on his shoulder as he took a seat next to him.

"And what would I be telling her exactly?" Pope shot back, finally taking JJ's advice - deny, deny, deny.

With a roll of his eyes, JJ joined the group, laying across the sand. "Maybe that you're massively in love with her?" he suggested. "Come on man, we're all getting tired of watching the two of you moon after each other. It's getting a little old." JJ complained.

"Well, I'm obviously not going to do that because she doesn't feel the same way, and I'm not going to ruin our friendship." Pope said with a bit of an edge to voice.

John B and JJ groaned at his response, booing in response. "Come on, Pope, take a chance."

"Yeah." John B chimed in. "Besides, what do those Christmas movies the girls always make us watch teach you? Christmas is the time when you tell people are you feel." he offered, standing up with JJ to join you, Sarah, and Kie, leaving Pope to his thoughts.

One week later, and Pope couldn't get John B's advice out his head. Maybe he should take a chance to tell you how he felt. It had to be better than bottling up his feelings every time he was near you. With a plan already in his mind, Pope got to work on his love confession.

A knock at your door had you standing, offering to see who had decided to a pay you a visit. When you opened the door, however, you were met with Pope's brown eyes wide and alert, as he clutched a handful of large, white cue cards against his chest.

"Pope, what are you doi-" you started, but were quickly cut off by Pope holding a finger against his lips.

Flipping the cards around, you stifled a giggle when you saw what had been written on the first card in Pope's messy scrawl. Tell them it's carol singers. Maybe you had forced the pogues to watch Love, Actually with you one too many times this holiday season.

"It's carol singers, I'll just be a moment." you called back inside your house, turning your attention back to Pope who turned on a recording of a Christmas song from his phone before taking a deep breath and flipping to the next card.

I know this is incredibly cheesy

The next card said, and you shrugged your shoulders with a teasing grin, pulling a grin from Pope as well. With a renewed sense of confidence, Pope turned to the next card he wrote out.

But I guess that's what Christmas is about

Your head titled to the side, confused by what he meant, but you quickly understood his meaning when you read the next card.

And on Christmas, you're honest about how you feel

So, I guess I'll say...

Pope froze for a moment, almost as if he were hesitant to flip to the next card. Your heart was beating in your chest, threatening to burst out as you waited in anticipation for what was to come next.

y/n, to me, you are perfect

Your hand moved to cover your mouth, reading Pope's sweet words.

You brighten my darkest days

No one had told you such sweet things, and the further Pope went along with his plan, the more and more your hopes began to rise.

What I'm trying to say is - I love you

Your eyes scanned the card, and you swore your heart that had just been racing came to a screeching halt. Tears prickled at your eyes as you read the phrase "I love you" over and over again. After months of pining over the boy you thought would never love you, here he was declaring his feelings before your eyes. Opening your mouth, you went to respond, but Pope hurried to the next card instead.

Like JJ loves weed or JB loves the twinkie

He flipped that card with a goofy grin, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the imagery, knowing how much both of the boys loved their respective objects.

I understand if you don't feel the same

But now you know

Merry Christmas!

The final card read, and Pope let the cards fall to the side. He gave himself one more glance at your figure before smiling at you, then turning to head back home. Before he could take 10 steps away, he heard the sound of footsteps running to close the small distance between him and your front door. Turning around, Pope stood only inches away from you, his heart soaring in anticipation.

Taking a chance, you closed the gap between you and Pope, allowing your lips to capture his for the first time. His lips were warm and soft, and you allowed yourself to be pulled closer to his body. It was like a magnetic pull kept the two of you together until you had to break away to catch your breath. Smiling at Pope, both of you couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

"I love you too." you whispered back, squeezing Pope's hands.

"Thank, God." he responded, leaning back into kiss, a smile on both of your lips. Of course, you both knew you would never hear the end about this when you told the rest of the pogues, but in that moment it was only you and Pope, just as it should be.

[tbmaybank]

request for jj where john b and reader are a thing (but he’s kinda an asshole to her), everyone is on a quest together, but he leaves reader behind and she injures herself. Reader insists she’s fine but jj takes notice and stays behind with her and bandages her up, helping her in the van while everyone is elsewhere. Since they’re alone they have a moment and it leads to confessions and they end up making out and the crew sees them - love your work babes, keep it up! 💗

Warnings: swearing, John B being an asshole

A/N: thank you love! Hope you love it!

(Not my gif- Credit to whoever made it!)

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You and John B didn’t have the perfect relationship, far from it actually. You guys were good at one point in time, and you thought you were in love. But lately, all you do is fight, usually starting because he makes some sort of assholeish comment. You’ve been wondering if it was even worth the trouble anymore. But you did love him, so you wanted to try. That’s why you didn’t put up an fight when he wanted to go sneaking onto the Crain property to look for.. well none of you really knew what exactly you were looking for. He just kept saying to look for water.

You were sneaking through the over grown landscaping of the property, trying to scan for anything that could be significant. JJ is currently telling Pope all about Mr Crains head being in the outhouse. Rolling your eyes, you go to move around them when your foot slips into a hole in the ground, causing you to fall. Luckily you managed to hold in the scream you wanted to let out. John B rushes to you, but not to help you like you’d hoped.

“What the fuck are you doing? You trying to get us caught?” He whisper yelled.

“She fell man, give her a break.” JJ says, helping you stand. “Are you okay?”

“Just go wait in the van, I don’t need you screwing this up.” John B snaps then goes off the other direction.

“I’m fine, JJ, thanks.” You say, feeling your eyes start to brim with tears. Though you’re not sure if it’s from the pain in your ankle, or the pain from Johns Bs words.

“Come on, I’ll help you back.” JJ says, starting to help you walk back. Once you get to the van, he opens the sliding door and has you sit on one of the seats. He grabs the first aid kit that they’ve learned to keep on hand. “Let me see your ankle.” He says. You straighten your leg out towards him, and he starts wrapping it up.

“Do you think it’s broke?” You ask him.

“Nah, doubtful. Probably just a sprain. Try not to walk on it for a few days.” He explains, finishing up.

“Thank you for doing this. And for standing up for me back there.” I say, wiping away the few tears that fell.

“It’s okay. It just drives me nuts when he talks to you like that. You don’t deserve that, y/n.” He says, setting your foot down gently and putting away the first aid kit before continuing. “And like, he doesn’t even realize how lucky he is to have you. You’re like the nicest person I know, and obviously you’re stunning. You should really be with someone who appreciates you, and sees how great you really are.”

You feel your cheeks heating up. You didn’t know he felt that way about the way John B has been with you recently. You feel more tears falling, but now it’s from his sweet words.

“Wait no,” he says moving closer to you and wiping your tears away. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.”

You place your hands over his, which are still on your cheeks from him wiping your tears. “No, it’s not that. You didn’t upset me at all. It was just really sweet, what you said. And you’re right. I’ve been thinking recently that it’s time to end things. I just didn’t wanna lose all of you in the process.”

“I can’t speak for Kie and Pope, but you’ll never lose me, okay?”

“You promise?”

“I swear. I love you, y/n. I know I shouldn’t be saying that, but I do.” You’re looking into each others eyes, and you don’t even realize that you’re both leaning towards each other more until his lips are right above yours. You pause for a second, scared of how things will change if you guys continue. Fuck it you think, before closing the space between you. The kiss is sweet at first, and you can’t deny the warm feeling that washes over you. Your hands go to his hair, running your fingers through it. He moves one of his hands to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, his other hand still on your cheek. He goes to deepen the kiss, but you’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You separate from each other quickly, both of you scooting away, like that would somehow convince the 3 people standing there that you weren’t just making out.

Pope and Kie just looked shocked, while John B looks pissed. He looks at both of you, before deciding to just walk away. You climb out of the van, chasing after him the best you can on your foot, ignoring the shooting pain from putting weight on it.

“John B, wait!” You shout. He stops and turns around facing you, you’re only about a foot away from the van.

“What do you possibly have to say? Cause correct me if I’m wrong, but you just had your tongue down my best friends throat, so don’t you dare try saying you’re sorry.” He yells at you.

“I’m not sorry that I kissed JJ.” You say calmly, “but I am sorry I didn’t end things between us first.”

“So you’re just gonna leave me and run off to date JJ?” He asks, still yelling.

“I don’t know!” You shout. “All I know is I can’t do this anymore. You treat me like shit now, and I’m done.” You take a few deep breaths, calming yourself down. “I’m just going to go, okay? I’ll walk home.”

“You’re not walking on that foot.” You hear from behind you. You didn’t notice that JJ had walked up behind you.

“I’ll be fine.” You say, starting to turn around.

“No, he’s right.” John B says, not yelling anymore. “You’re right, I hadn’t been treating you good. Let me at least drive you home.” You nod, letting JJ help you into the van.

The ride to your house is awkward, to say the least. Kie and Pope tried to start conversations, but they never really went anywhere. Kie was in the back, next to you. At some point she reaches over and grabs your hand.

“We all still love you, you know?” She whispers, making you sigh in relief.

“Thank you, I love you all so much.” You say, and she brings you into a hug.

“And if JJ is who you want, then you should be with him. John B will get over it, and you should be happy.” You glance over to JJ, who’s now in conversation with Pope. You smile, thinking back to your conversation with him before the kiss. He seems to be able to tell your looking at him, cause he turns and makes eye contact. He smiles at you, and you know right then that he’s exactly what you want, and that’s one adventure you can’t wait to start.

[cryonme]

𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐕

PART FIVE- “Just Because They’re Not Here Doesn’t Mean They Stopped Being Wonderful.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

short series- jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 4.3k

tw- guns, knives, mentions of weed, stabbing, swearing, mentions of death, fluff 😊, angst 👿, mentions of murder, fighting, drinking, mentions of stitches and hospitals. lmk if I missed anything

a/n- don’t u all love how I said this was gonna be a “short” series and now we’re at 19.2k words total and five parts? and not even done yet? lol. anyway, this chapter is a fucking rollercoaster of emotions and shit gets really real really fast so hold onto your hats, grab some popcorn, and happy reading!

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“Wait, what the fuck?”

Your friends all stared at you with wide eyes, mouths agape. JJ’s grip tightened on your thigh, you winced a little but he didn’t let up, which you were glad he didn’t.

“Wait, your mom is dead?” John B asked, earning a smack on the back of the head from Sarah.

“You had a sister?!” Pope explained, confusion plastered on his face. “I thought that was just a ru- OW!” A smack from Kiara.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah.”

“You think you know a person then all of the sudden she has a dead mom and sister who were killed by her step brother that you didn’t know about.” John B said, a hint of humor in his voice.

“This isn’t funny, John B.” Sarah scolded.

“It’s fine, Sarah.” You assured your friend. “Look, I know I’m a shit friend for not telling you guys things about my life. Tyler, the abortion, my mom and sister. And I’ll work on getting better at it but all of that isn’t important right now, okay?” You looked between John B and Pope, waiting expectedly before they both nodded and backed off.

“What makes you say that, (Y/n)?” Kie asked you, fully turning her attention to you.

“Well when- um, when Tyler showed up at my house that day,” You swallowed your fear, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath. “When Tyler showed up at my house that day, he said ‘I did everything I could to get my mom to marry your dad. My mom doesn’t know, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, and now you’re ruining everything with your fat fucking mouth.’”

The room was silent. Nobody really knew what to make out of all of this, all this time you had come off so unbothered, like your life was picture perfect and there was never a dark cloud in your sky. Everything that had happened the past couple of weeks came out of nowhere for the group of friends, especially JJ, John B and Pope, who didn’t even know you had a step brother. But when the three thought back on it, they never really asked.

After about a minute of everyone sitting in shock, Sarah spoke up, “Well, we need to tell your dad and Christine, right?’

You shook your head, “Not until I have enough proof. The entire island’s eyes are on me right now and if I’m wrong I make a fool of myself. I know this is gonna sound really stupid but, I need to find Tyler.”

“No.” JJ protested, his voice sharp.

“You’re right, (Y/n). That does sound stupid.” Pope agreed.

“Super stupid.” John B chimed in.

“I love you, but I have never heard more stupid words leave your mouth.” Kiara said.

“Guys, maybe hear her out.” Sarah said.

Kie whipped her head to the side, looking at the blonde girl in bewilderment. “Seriously? I’m not listening to you when all you seem to do is put (Y/n) in more danger.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know what the fuck to do!” “You tell someone, dumbass!”

“Jesus, you two! Shut the fuck up!” You interjected, standing up and stomping your foot, ignoring the shooting pain going up your leg.

“I came here because I need help, not to sit here and be judged and have you two fight with each other. Kie, lay off. I begged Sarah not to say anything until I was ready, and promised not to go home until I said something, okay? And you two.” You gestured to John B and Pope, “Telling me I’m stupid for something that I haven’t even explained yet is a little premature. Can we all fucking focus?” You had your time to cry and allow yourself to be broken, but now it was time to get shit done.

Kie shrunk in her seat, muttering a half assed “Sorry” under her breath and crossing her arms. John B and Pope nodded, both boys looking down at their shoes. You sat back down and JJ’s hand returned to its rightful spot on your thigh.

“Now, just, listen to me for a second. We,” You put the emphasis on that word so everyone would be a little bit more open to the idea, “Need to find Tyler so we can somehow record a confession from him. I’ll rile him up, and once I get the confession we get the fuck out. Got it?”

“How the fuck are you gonna find him? Even the Sheriff's department can’t find him.” Sarah said.

“Right,” You responded, “First thing to consider, the police are incompetent, especially here. They probably looked at my house and his job before giving up.”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head as he listened to you talk in awe.

“Second thing to consider, I have his number. I can ask him to meet up and talk it out.”

“The more you talk, the more I really don’t like this plan.” JJ muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

“The more you talk, the more I wanna kick your teeth in.” You smiled sweetly, “This is the only way.” You tried pulling a joke, but JJ’s face remained concerned, so your face fell and you leaned into him. “I’ll be okay, JJ. I’ve been dealing with Tyler for years, okay?”

JJ nodded, taking a deep breath before pulling away from you.

“So what can we do?”

“Wherever I meet up with Tyler, I need you all to be on standby. Someone on lookout, someone hiding near me just in case things go south, and someone waiting in the vam.”

Everyone agreed in unison, nodding their heads. “Anything we can to get this asshole put away.” John B said, giving you an encouraging smile.

+

After going over a few details, and finally sending the text to Tyler that you wanted to meet up, the pogues dispersed around the chateau. Pope was talking Sarah’s ear off about the latest book he had just finished while she politely listened and even threw in a couple of her own thoughts, John B and Kie playfully jabbed long sticks at each other, and JJ stood on the porch, watching you swing by yourself on the hammock, lost in thought. He was trying to decide if he should approach you, or give you space. Just then you turned your head and made eye contact with the blond boy, a soft smile on your face, your signature red lipstick back where it belongs.

Fuck space.

He bounded down the stairs and made his way over to you on the hammock, plopping down next to you. Neither of you said anything for a couple minutes, there wasn’t much to say.

“I was 14.” You said, breaking the silence, causing JJ’s head to turn towards you. He stayed silent as you continued.

“Hit and run.” You laughed bitterly. “My little sister was 12. We were finally getting to the point where we didn’t fight everyday, we were becoming friends. She had just started asking me for advice about boys and was always asking to have sleepovers.” You smiled, remembering your little sister fondly. “It still hurts. It’ll always hurt, I think. But, I’ve learned I can’t change what happened, and I try to be thankful for the time I had with her. I would say she probably wouldn’t want me to be sad, but that’s not true, she loved attention.” JJ laughed with you this time.

“What’s her name?” JJ asked.

“Layla.” You responded, her name feeling weird on your tongue. You hadn’t said her name in years. “And my mom, gosh there was no one like my mom.” JJ wasn’t asking, but you were telling.

“She just always understood, you know? She’d let me stay home if my mind was taking over, she continued to buy the ice cream I told her was my favorite when I was 7, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t like it anymore.” You frowned, staring at your hands. “Christine is great, I love her with everything in me. But sometimes I wish she was in my life under different circumstances.”

JJ nodded in understanding, taking his hand in yours and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are- were.”

JJ shook his head, “Just because they’re not here doesn’t mean they stopped being wonderful.”

You yanked JJ’s hand so his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned into him, earning a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re sweet, princess.” You teased, using the nickname that you would use when the two of you fought.

“Tell anyone and you’re dead meat, baby.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “What changed your mind about me?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

JJ thought for a moment, mulling over his words to avoid saying the wrong thing.

“I never changed my mind.”

Your heart dropped as you began to pull away, feeling embarrassed.

“Uh uh uh, let me finish.” JJ pulled you back against him and you huffed. “I never changed my mind because I’ve felt this way about you all along. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a person before, so when you came along I mistook all of the signs as hatred. My mom left and my dad…” JJ trailed off for a moment, trying to put together his words in the least concerning way possible, “My dad takes his anger out on me. And I just never really learned how to receive love, or how to understand it.”

Your heart sank at JJ’s words. All those times he’d show up to the Chateau with bruises and scrapes, telling everyone to fuck off instead of boasting about how he “totally kicked that kooks ass”, it was his dad.

“JJ-”

“Mmm, let’s not do that now, yeah? Just know I’ve adored you this whole time, I was just too stupid to see it.”

“When did you change your mind about me?” JJ asked.

You pondered for a moment, thinking back on when you first started thinking of JJ differently.

“That night at the Boneyard, when Tyler showed up. I was dancing with Pope and all I could think was, ‘I need JJ’, and then there you were. I didn’t want you to ever leave my side again. When you took me back to the Chateau and sat me down on the couch, I was confused because I felt so safe and loved, more than I ever have. It was so out of the blue. Hours before we had just been screaming at each other and then I never wanted you to let me go.”

“You’re making this really hard, Red.” JJ huffed, running a hand over his face.

“What?” You asked craning your neck to look up at him.

“Not kissing you.”

You sat up from your position on his chest, turning your body so you were facing each other, your legs hanging off one side of the hammock and his off the other.

“Then kiss me.”

“(Y/n)...”

“What, scared?”

JJ didn’t say anything, he just looked at you. You had that striking red grin, and your eyes held that glint of mischief and joy.

“You were just inconsolable like, an hour ago.”

“But I’m not now.”

“I-”

“Please, JJ.” You pouted, your eyes big and your frown deep as you slowly reached for him.

And he couldn’t say no to that face.

He slowly brought his hand up to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as his face slowly leaned into yours, his hand softly pulling you closer by the neck. You brought one hand up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his other hand found its place on your waist. You stared at each other for a moment, noses barely touching. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it was about to crawl out of your throat, the anticipation was driving you crazy but you were also cherishing every second of it, just being so close to him, knowing what’s about to happen.

His lips just barely brushed over yours and your entire body erupted in butterflies, goosebumps dancing all up and down your arms and legs.

“You fucker.” You teased and JJ giggled before fully planting his lips on yours. You felt like you had been on fire and had been dumped into an ice bath. The relief that covered your entire body and soul was something you had never felt before. You had kissed plenty of people in your lifetime, and nothing had ever compared to the feeling you had kissing JJ.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, but JJ whined and pulled you back into him, bringing you to sit on his lap as he continued to kiss you. You both giggled and broke apart when you nearly toppled out of the hammock, JJ’s hands immediately steadying you. He looked up at you while stroking your cheekbone with his thumb before planting soft kisses to your arm, trailing his lips up to your shoulder, neck, cheek and finally one last sweet kiss on your lips.

“Well it’s about goddamn time!” John B yelled as the rest of the pogues whooped and hollered, jumping up and down. Both of you flipped off your friends and JJ kissed you once more, your middle fingers still in the air.

“You’re fucking incredible.” JJ muttered once you broke yet another kiss.

“I know.” You smirked.

Once JJ helped you off the hammock, with a lot of wincing and you telling him his kissing made your bruised lip hurt, you made your way back over to your friends, an unmistakable feeling of joy filling everyone’s hearts.

John B handed you and JJ a beer, which you had to decline because of your concussion, much to your dismay, but you gladly took the joint that Kie offered you, blowing out the smoke into JJ’s mouth before taking the hit for yourself. The sun started to set on the Chateau, so Pope and John B set up a fire and Kie brought out her ukulele, her and Sarah singing in harmony to Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. Your heart swelled in your chest listening to JJ quietly singing along with his arm slung around your shoulders, his face was tinted the slightest shade of pink from being in the sun all day, making his eyes look impossibly more blue. You knew tomorrow brought troubles and anxiety, but you pushed them to the back of your mind, enjoying this beautiful moment with your friends. You rested your head on JJ’s shoulder, your hand coming up to hold his that was around your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his hand. JJ blushed and squeezed you just a little bit tighter.

“(Y/n), you staying the night?”

You smiled and nodded, your eyes a bit droopy from the weed. You had texted Christine already, telling her you were staying the night and assuring her that everyone was staying the night and you were safe.

“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, getting up from her spot next to John B. “More beer?” Everyone apart from you nodded as Sarah made her way inside the house to grab more cold beer.

“Aw, well if it isn’t the goonies.”​​

That voice.

Tyler approached the Chateau, Topper, Kelce and Rafe hot on his heels.

Everyone stood up immediately, JJ pushed you behind him without a second thought.

“Heard my baby sister wanted to meet up tonight, thought I’d come to her, spare her the trouble.” Tyler said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You were appreciative of JJ’s protectiveness over you, but this was your fight. “I know what you did, Tyler.” You said, trying your hardest to hide the shakiness in your voice as you pushed JJ out of your way, taking a couple steps forward.

“There she is!” Tyler exclaimed, gesturing his arms to you. “You don’t know shit, dumbass.”

“You killed my mom and sister.”

“Me?” Tyler raised a hand to his chest in shock and turned to his friends, who all shook their heads like you were crazy. “I would never do such a thing.” “You said-”

“Did you hit your head too hard the other day? Sounds to me like you’re making things up.”

He was trying to make you feel crazy, and you weren’t putting up with it.

“What was your plan, huh?” You asked, standing your ground. “Hit my mom and my little sister with your car, devastating my family so my dad could go running into your unknowing mother’s arms. Were you gonna kill all of us next so you could get the money? How exactly did you plan on doing that?”

Tyler’s chest was heaving up and down, sharp breaths coming in and out of his nose.

“Layla was 12 years old, you psychopath.”

“I never meant to kill your fucking sister!”

And there it was. Eerie silence fell over the Chateau like a heavy blanket.

“You motherfucker.” You shrieked, stomping forward and sending your hand flying across his cheek. Before you could even blink, Tyler had his hand around your throat and the barrel of a gun pressed to your jaw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could see the pogues, Kiara with a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, hugging Sarah close to her, John B and Pope holding JJ back, his eyes wild with anger and fear. You could see Topper and Kelce with wide eyes, obviously unaware of the gun in your step brother's possession. You could see Rafe with a knowing grin on his face. Bastard.

You were terrified, panic surging through your body as you tried to stay still so you wouldn’t anger him with any sudden movements.

“Any of you even think about moving and I kill her!” He screamed.

“Tyler, put the gun down man, what the fuck?” Topper said, his voice calm, trying to talk him down.

“Fuck you!”

And suddenly Tyler was on the ground, the gun flying into the darkness. JJ wasted no time running to your step brother, grabbing him by his shirt collar and beating his face with his fists. You and Rafe made eye contact before both of you made a break for the gun, scrambling through the darkness. Rafe tackled you down and tried to reach for it, but you kneed him in the crotch, hoping to buy you a couple seconds. The Cameron boy groaned and held his area, toppling over and whining in a fetal position.

“Pussy boy.” You rolled your eyes and crawled toward the gun, smiling once it was in your grip before Rafe pulled you back by your ankle. You flipped over onto your back and pointed the gun at him.

“You don’t have the guts.”

“Self defense, bitch. Now get off of me.”

Rafe backed up with his hands in the air and you made your way back to the group, gun in hand, still pointed at Rafe. Tyler and JJ were going at it, both throwing punches and kicks, the rest of the group fighting off Topper and Kelce.

“Back off my friends or I'll shoot!” You yelled, and everyone stopped and turned to you with your gun pointed at Rafe. The three kooks backed off with their hands up in surrender.

“You won’t shoot me, Little Red.” Tyler said, walking closer to you.

“I will if you try anything.” You responded, taking the gun off of Rafe and shoving him forward so he was still in your eyesight, now pointing it at Tyler.  

“You stay away from her!” JJ yelled, charging towards Tyler but quickly being held back by Rafe and Topper.

Tyler got so close to you that the gun was touching his t-shirt.

Why was he testing you? He had to have something up his sleeve.

The motherfucker literally had something up his sleeve.

Tyler tore a switchblade out of his jacket sleeve and jabbed it into your collarbone, and in the same second you fired the gun.

Your brain felt fuzzy, you couldn’t even feel the knife in your collarbone, the only way you knew it was there was because you could see it sticking out of the corner of your eye.

You heard screams, multiple screams.

Footsteps running away.

Was someone crying?

Were you crying?

Everyone ran to you, JJ leading the group, so he got to you first. He immediately put his hands on your face, frantically searching your eyes before you dropped to your knees, JJ following suit.

“Baby, look at me.” He said firmly. Someone gently took the gun from your hands, why were you still holding it? You brought your hand up to touch the knife, crying out in pain from the smallest touch.

“No, don’t touch it, okay? Leave it alone, paramedics are on their way okay?”

You still didn’t look at him, your eyes were wide as you stared at everyone around you, their faces full of concern.

“She’s in shock.” Pope stated. He was crouched in front of you, next to JJ. “Try to bring her back to reality.”

“How the fuck do I do that?” JJ snapped.

“Chill, JJ! Talk to her, touch her, anything!”

JJ’s left hand continued to cradle your face and you leaned into his touch as his right hand threaded through your hair. “You’re okay, okay? Can you talk to me?” His voice broke, tears beginning to fill his blue eyes.

Your eyes wandered away from the group and landed on Tyler’s body, lifeless. You let out a gasp as if all of the wind had been knocked out of your body.

“I killed him.” You rasped.

JJ quickly moved in front of the body, blocking your view of him. Your breathing was shallow as you brought your hands up to your neck, trying to claw at the skin to make way for you to breathe. Pope’s hands gently grabbed yours, moving them away from your neck and holding them in your lap. JJ gave him a thankful nod and he situated himself in front of you.

“Christine-” Your body flooded with guilt and sadness for your stepmom, that was her son. He may have done unspeakable things to you and her family but that was her son. And you killed him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh,” JJ was quick to stop the terrible thought. “You had to, okay? She’ll understand. Just focus on me, baby.”

You nodded and squeezed Pope’s hands, focusing your eyes on JJ’s.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Just a couple more minutes, okay?”

You nodded again. The pain in your collarbone was beginning to worsen as your shock wore off and you whimpered.

Great, you thought, another fucking injury to make my life even better.

Really your whole body hurt, your concussion and bruises worsening and stitches ripping open from Rafe tackling you to the ground.

“It hurts.” You whine, a single tear escaping from your eye, JJ wiped it before it could run down your face. “I know.” He whispered. “I know, my love, I’m so sorry.” He rested his forehead on yours, trying his best to give you as much comfort as he could without pulling you against him and driving the blade further in.

“Fuck, you guys. We didn’t get a recording.” Kie said, slapping her palm against her forehead. You removed one hand from Pope’s and worked through your pain and brought your phone out of your back pocket, tossing it on the ground, not having enough strength to hand it to her.

John B picked it up and smiled, your phone had been recording the entire time, starting just a minute after Tyler made himself known at the Chateau.

“(Y/n), you magnificent kook.” John B said, giving your arm a squeeze. You had moved your forehead to rest on JJ’s shoulder, your body posed awkwardly to avoid the knife being touched, one hand still in Pope’s.

Everyone was relieved, but the dead body in their presence and the knife in your body made it hard to be completely relieved. Once the paramedics and police arrived, JJ had to release you from his hold, watching the paramedics put you on the gurney and load you in the back of the ambulance, by yourself, for the second time.

Kiara and Pope were talking to the police, showing them the proof on your phone and the gun and walking them through everything that happened while JJ watched the ambulance drive away, as soon as it was out of sight he broke down, John B quick to pull his friend into his arms, Sarah gently leaned her head on his back, her hand coming up to stroke his back

“She doesn’t deserve any of this.” JJ cried, holding onto his best friend. He knew you were gonna be okay, the paramedics said the knife would be easy to remove and they could stitch up the wound easily, but he was worried about you. You would never be the same.

“She doesn’t.” John B agreed.

“I just want her to be okay.”

“I know, bubba, me too.” John B replied, his own tears brimming in his eyes, “She will be.”

JJ could feel Sarah shaking against him, her tears wetting his shirt and he unravelved in arm from John B to bring her into the hug. “Get in here, kook princess.” JJ teased through his tears. Pope and Kiara soon joined the group hug, comforting their friends through touch.

“What did Shoupe say?” JJ asked once they all pulled away, wiping at his tears.

“They said (Y/n)’s okay, a very obvious case of self defense, but they’re still going to ask her a couple questions once she’s of sound mind.” Pope answered and Kiara nodded.

“Thank God.” Sarah breathed out and JJ’s shoulders relaxed in relief, one less thing to worry about.

“Well why are we all just standing here?” John B asked after a couple moments of silence. “Let’s go see our girl.”

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“I am still meeeeee you are still youuuuu” I couldn’t get that damn song out of my head while I was writing this

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