#pope telling jj to let him protect him for once + the eye contact/looking back!? yeah

[futuremrscameron]

jjpopecleo showed up and showed out this season so i still won

[rafeyswrd]

sweet girl / RAFE CAMERON #2

summary. your boyfriend lets you toughen up. 1 x 05 warnings. manipulative dark rafe. mean rafe ( not to reader ). protective rafe. bad friends. slightly dark!reader!!

REBLOGS HEAVILY APPRECIATED

PART ONE.

your eyes blurred at the screen gripped within your manicured fingers, eyes darting at it once more before sighing in defeat. your texts going through, yet remaining ignored. again.

days after your conversation with rafe, 3 to be exact, you assumed your friends would have the decency to check on you. to call and tell you how apologetic they were for putting you in a position where you could not deny them help. but as the hours ticked by, and the sun set, not one believed you were worth the care.

"nothing yet?" rafe's voice chimed through the music, standing only close enough to not warrant attention from the crowd. close enough to have it look like he's simply conversing with his sister's best friend.

you shook your head, pouting as you watched pope and kiara gossip their way through the crowd. "do you think i did anything wrong?"

he scoffed, turning around so that his back is facing you, watching your friends with narrowed eyes. "fuck no. they were using you, baby. if anything they should be the ones begging you for forgiveness."

you furrow your brows, gulping at the intensity of his gaze on your friends. one of which was jj, and your lips parted at the sight of his bruised face. one of his eyes swollen to the point of fluttering shut and cheeks smeared purple and blue on each side.

you hated him for ignoring you, for being the one to let you go off the sides of the boat yet not care enough to contact you after what had occurred. yet even then, you found your body moving away from rafe's; until you realized how stiff his grip on your wrist was.

"you’re not going to see him," he practically snarled, lips curled. yet his touch loosened on your jewelled flesh.

"look at him rafe, i-"

he stepped closer, and one of his hands pushed a stray curl away from your line of sight, lashes fluttering at the bare familiarity of it all. "i'll deal with him, looks like he's working for us tonight."

you let it go, eventually. sarah had you entertained minute after another, dancing with you until your legs gave out - the only one who wouldn't let you waste your night in drunken misery.

"you want a drink sar?" the question was fleeting, and she stayed silent for a moment before nodding with a sheepish smile in which you returned before leaving - your chest feeling heavy.

the whites of your dress gradually drew darker as you dragged your feet closer to the bar, pouting when you found yourself endlessly glancing around the room; your boyfriend was nowhere in sight, and sooner or later worry started piling within your lungs.

just before you could find a seat across the bar counters - had your feet almost lost to your weight, did you register the angered sound of the man you had been shamelessly looking for. at last, finding yourself entering the male bathroom with timid steps.

"what the hell are you doing?" jj's voice raptured through, and you ultimately gave in to glance around the room.

rafe's fists were clenched around jj's wrinkled shirt, blood dripping from his nose onto your boyfriend's calloused fingers. you licked your lips at rafe's curious gaze, his body tense at your frame - still unsure on how to read you. unsure on whether he'd finally managed to scare you away.

though it shifted more sinisterly when you leaned against the wall and shrugged, glancing at rafe for a moment; cheeks blazing at his nod of approval.

"what, maybank? my girl isn't welcome around you now that you can't use her anymore? hmm?" rafe gritted out, tapping on jj's bruised cheek.

nothing registered in your mind yet, not how rafe had just outed you, as the next moving seconds seem to stop and your breathing hitched through the depths of your chest. jj had pushed rafe away, a punch soaring through the air and landing swiftly onto his face.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" you spat out, shoving at jj's stomach before leaning near rafe's hunched figure. your fingers delicately caressing the skin aligned with his cheek bones, and rafe found himself leaning into the softness of your touch.

jj's face contorted to one of anger, not taking notice of the security guard rushing behind him, until his hands were roughly dragged behind his back with drastic force. "you gonna stay with this asshole? over your own friends?"

you pouted, and your eyes had well up for the second time this evening. rafe wiped at his cheek roughly, giving your waist a light pinch when hesitation rushed across your features.

his heart was beating erratically, and if his face didn't show it then the intensity of his heaving chest did; rafe was scared. his fear of frightening you into tears, of away from loving him had crossed his mind - and as you hesitated, he found himself gritting his teeth so immensily it drove his jaw to pain.

until you nodded, and your hands stroked rafe's jaw once more. "fuck you, jj."

the blonde boy was dragged away, rafe straightening his back while clearing his throat, as if nothing had just transpired. his lips pinched upwards, and as the minutes passed they soon found yours, whispering words laced with honey into your strawberry lipgloss.

"see that wasn't so hard was it?"

but it was. you'd felt the muscles contract deeply across your lungs you did not know if it were from rafe's bruising kiss or fear that you had just lost all your friends.

though eventually you sighed into his touch, his hands coiling around a curl on your head and pulling you so close you'd be formed as one.

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[ofnotakook]

I can always trust in you

@apogueforlife 

I can always trust in you 

Trust; it had to be earned. Love; it had to be developed. For Sarah she always had her guard up. Each time she’d get close to letting someone in the other shoe would drop, she’d freeze up, and run in the other direction. With each boyfriend she ever had she had the urge to run. To distant herself when she felt like she was trapped. When she felt the pressure to feel more than what she did. Topper he liked the idea of her. He loved the idea of being with her; but he wasn’t in love with her. 

There’s only one boy Sarah loved; and that was John B. It happened unexpectedly. It happened on a day she never saw coming. That day stayed with her. The day we went to chapel hill; the day we had fun dressing each other up. The day we pretended to be our alter egos; Val and Vlad. It was nice to be herself. I didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. I didn’t feel like my family was watching me, I was myself. I felt safe, I felt like John B saw me despite all the flaws I had. He loved me for me, and I loved him. It was a roller coaster of a relationship if you asked me. We had gone from barely knowing each other; to falling completely utterly in love. I gave up my kook card for him. I knew the obsluces we’d be facing now, the pogue’s vs the kook. But nothing made me question my loyalty to him. To the Pogues. It got messy with my dad; him being the reason Big John was gone. The reason why the gold was taken. The reason I was on the run with John B. The gold felt so close yet so far. We managed to clear John B’s name but that’s because Ward decided in his best interest to fake his own death and act like the hero. The guy that claimed to have been a killer in order to protect his own son. Rafe just the thought of being near him made me sick to my stomach. For a second I was upset, I felt like my whole body ached when I witnessed the boat blow up. When I witnessed my father shatter beyond the sea. And that’s when I saw the truth; what led to us being torn apart; what led to John B and I no longer being together. He had been happy to ward dead; and I couldn’t exactly find the words to blame him. He took everything from him. But at the end of the day; he was my dad. I was hurting and I remembered that look all too well; the look of proudnessI felt like I was seeing another person. I was grieving the dad I once looked up to, to the dad that I was once his princess. I needed John B to hold me, to make me feel like it was always going to be okay. But it suddenly felt like us it wasn’t meant to be.. 

Walking away for yourself; was all you could do. It was hard to be near him; to be pulled back into the adventure; to the cross. But for Pope I’d be there; awkwardness assured. Sarah didn’t know if she should make eye contact with him; or just stay silent. Silence seemed better; until that night; we had a plan to get the cross from Rafe; the big truck was parked outside my house. JJ and Pope were hidden behind the bushes. I was determined to walk inside; to get the key to unlock the truck; how we’d get the heavy cross out was a big ass story of it’s own. But I had made two steps to the gates, one glance backwards; I saw him John B was about to get up; and for a second I found myself hopeful; maybe this was the moment of the unknown. What comes next? Dark hues met for a second and I swore the air was taken out of my lungs; but he didn’t budge, didn’t move. Giving me the indication we had nothing left to say. That was the last memory I had of him; of us staring at each other. 

Head leaned against the gated up windows of my room at the barbados house, The house I was locked into. The boat felt like a nightmare; I was drugged by my own family. Rose had put a drug in my tea. Rafe and had helped her execute the plan; to force me here against my will. I remembered telling Ward when he claimed John B only cared about the treasure about the gold that I was just stuck in the cross hair that he was wrong. That John b would find him and come for him once I went missing. How wrong had I been? I wanted to blink back the tears that dared to fall. I was a pogue at heart; I chose it for John B because I loved him, despite our differences he’d always have a permanent place in my heart. It had been weeks since we left on the boat, I had tried to zone out the conversations of my parents; I had pretended to be sleeping at times, but here once I had been pulled into my room I never left. I guess Ward was afraid I’d run, or threaten to tell the cops his own daughter was kidnapped against her will. Give or take. Sarah swallowed the lump in her throat; it had gotten dark. She smelt the tray of food that her sister left her outside the door. Her bed was an inch away; The light pink covers still in place, it had been a day or two since we arrived, and I had slept in my bed because that meant i was okay, that meant that I was adjusting to being here; in this house. When all I wanted was to break free. At the window, on the seat where my back was pressed against the wall. Head tilted towards the window, I could see the water; any boats that passed by. I was alone; and all I could hope was that the Pogue’s were okay that perhaps my dad was right they managed to get the cross and that’s all that mattered for Pope. Eyes moved to the stars; for a moment it was nice to believe we were looking at the same stars; as if John B was on his way; assuming my dad was lying. For now all I could do was hold hope; I’d find a way out; it was a done deal. 

Tomorrow; I’d work out a plan. The Pogues would have me, if I found him. We’d always have each other. A wistful thought as a hint of a smile tainted onto my lips.

[kreativewritin444]

moving on 5/ j.m r.c

part five my loves finishing this off and then with the new season might bring it back lol

warnings: violence, obsessive and abusive rafe ,

long awaited i hope you enjoy.

  after john b was accused for murder and him and sarah left over seas. things were over the top messy. yet the only sane thing was having jj, he kept everything going for you.

 rafe was distant, so not having to deal with him let you breathe. until things got hectic with pope and the return of the thought so dead to be sarah and john b.

 during the grief, jj was bad, real bad. you tried to help him cope, keeping on his ass about certain shit. even once leading to a huge arguments, the two of you in tears at the end.

 but when his hand cupped your cheek, wiping the fallen tears. eyes boring into yours he knew at that moment. he was deeply inlove with you and there was nothing he could do about it.

 “i really think the gods sent me you.” the soft words made you giggle, leaning more so into his touch.

 “promise me, you’ll never leave.” you begged hope filling through you. in an instance his lips devoured yours, pulling away moments later.

 “after all this shit? you are stuck with me!” he swoops you into his arms, smile spreading across your lips with laughter escaping.

-

“oh you gotta be jokin’.” sitting up fully feeling panic arise within you. you knew rafe would go this insane. kidnapping you and sarah, but now it all clicked.

 ward was the craziest mother fucker out here.

     “sarah, please tell me im just high as a kite!” you beg as she watches you in despair, the same thing she feels. yet, the panic in you was... what is going to happen.

  after stating you were his and telling jj about it, things shifted. jj was more protective, rafe more distant but eyes always watching you. yet, after everything went crazy things were less worried about, until now.

 god you wanted to be sick, wishing this was some sick nightmare.

“hey sweetie.” he spoke soft, your eyes glued onto sarah who looks horrified. why is it everytime they have something going on, im here?

“it’s me. i know this is impossible to you, but i am going to explain-” sarah slaps him across the face, making you snicker softly.

“you’re right, im sorry. i deserve that, i do. i know i do. you have been through hell, and that’s my fault. im sorry i-” he begs but i stand up cutting him off.

“you are literally the most insane fucking person i’ve ever met.” throwing an ‘sorry’ look to my best friend. ward ignores me as sarah plops down on the couch with a horrified look on her face, my heart aching for her.

“i can promise you. i didn’t have any other choice.” he kneels, “i didn’t and i dont expect you to understand that now. all i can do is tell you what happened and answer the questions.”

glaring at the man, “uhh, question? why the fuck am i here? i have a family, life, friends, a boyfriend.” tears well up in my eyes, gaining attention from ward.

“i needed to make sure my family was all together, all together and safe.” ignoring sarahs cries he points at me.

“you have a opportunity for a better life, y/n. not living like those dirty pogues, with my son and with a real future.” you stumble back knees hitting back against the seat, plopping down on top of it.

“oh my god.” sarah makes eye contact with me in horror, tears streaming down both our faces. your heart thumped wildly and you felt numb.

   as ward explains how he faked killed himself, you start looking around the room for anything; a way out, a weapon, gun, key. as the conversation starts to end, rafe appears at the door making you freeze.

his eyes glue onto you but shifts over to sarah and ward, “but i had to make sure rafe got away.” me and sarah heads both lift up at that.

“thank you dad.” rafe calls out. oh my god these people are sick, he just covered up his sons murder with faking his own death what the fuck.

“atleast one of us is faithful.” he glares towards sarah, not without glancing to me.

“that’s psychopathic, both of you.” she spat at him. my eyes remains on the boy, his glare sending a horrible feeling over me.

 “like father like son,” you mumble as his eyes roam you up and down. holding an emotion you couldn’t decipher. you look around the room to escape his gaze. your stomach twisted, the heat in the room rises.

tears slide down your cheek, staring at the men before you. “i’d rather die, then ever be apart of your sick disgusting family.“ you spat

 rafe sighs, walking off as ward just gives me a stern look. you knew sarah didn’t take your words to heart, but you were just kidnapped and offered up as fucking bait.

 it’s pretty obvious my emotions right now.

-

after they left rose came in and sarah came up with a plan to escape, she pushes me first through the door and you dash off. turning back seeing sarah not too far behind, “go! we need to find a phone.”

 turning right running down a short hall as sarah heads the opposite way. you quickly come to a dead end, cursing to yourself. turning back towards sarah direction, you come close but freeze.

 she got caught, quickly shoving myself behind something to stay hidden you wait. no clue what the fuck to do, you look around able to glance at the ocean, no land, no phone, no nothing.

 stress arises through you, “okay, y/n... breathe.”

 pushing yourself out, quickly moving towards the complete opposite way. trying to be quiet, you hear wards voice from above. okay sarah and him must be up there, upper level.

 turning the hall, you making direct eye contact with rafe. heart dropping in your stomach, you dash around running as fast as you can. stairs that led downstairs was the best option, skipping steps to avoid him.

almost losing him you turn too fast on a corner, hand flying out to stable yourself. instead you grab a burning hot metal pipe, making you scream out in pain.

 you trip falling completely back, hand clutched close to your chest. rafe steps out into view. a whimper escapes your lips, trying to scoot back.

 “please, rafe.” you were begging at this point, completely terrified. “i-i never wanted to hurt you. im tr-trying to protect you!” he yells over me.

 the range of his tone made you shake visibly under me. “protecting me by hurting me? that’s not love rafe!”

 his hand grips your foot, yanking you closer, directly under him. “you think you know love? huh y/n? with that pogue boyfriend of yours!”

 you go to push him away but you forgot about your hand making you sob. rafe stops for a second, glancing at your hand. “let me see.”

 you try to move away but he grips you closer, “ATTENTION!” red lights blare across the boat making rafe distracted. you kick him in the balls before scrambling up and running away.

 “fuck!” his voice was heard but you didn’t stop until you found a good spot to hide for a moment. you try to regulate your breathing, but your breathe hitch at the sight of your hand.

 it was red and blistered, some skin even completely raw. looking down at your tank top, you rip some of the bottom. looking around you manage to see a small wooden spoon.

 placing it between your lips, you wrap your hand as delicately as you can. the speaker was still going off which was weird. when you finished you keep the spoon in your good hand, incase as you head towards the top of the boat.

 turning the corner you slam into someone, your eyes lifting to catch the last person you thought you’d see. “john b?”

 his arms wrap around you instantly, tears brimming. “i-is sarah with you?”

 you nod, “yes, but we got lost. ward has her john b, i think.” he analyzes your face.

 “are you okay, y/n. jesus.” he cups your chin softly to look closer, you shrug him off.

 “im fine, who is all here?”

 “everyone.”

 “okay you go find sarah, ill go find jj and them. be safe john b, im serious.” with a final look you both headed in seperate directions.

  passing by the main area to see it empty left you confused. yells coming from the other side, made you rush through the halls to stumble out on the side. “kie!” you scream towards her as she looks at you in awe.

 running forward you were surprised when the blunt force of a machete connected with your head. falling forward, dizzy as hell you felt arms grasp you.

 everything was doubled and your head pounded, but you stood up. held close to jj, you stumble slightly.

 “jj watch o-” jj’s bodies thumps forward, flipping you two over the boat. water immediately soaks you, almost inhaling some of it. you push up to the surface, barely able to notice jj upside down.

 “jj.” you push him on his back, resting his weight onto you. the light was too bright and you had no energy. “y/n!”

 kie quickly helps grab onto jj, you barely able to stay afloat yourself. “i-im so so-sorry.”

 the confession that left you broke kie’s heart, “no! no, y/n.” she begs, but your vision started to spot with black dots.

 “kie, im scared. i-i cant stay up.” the words escape you as your head dunks under. kie pulls you up but your arm slips out of her grasp, you struggle up to the top once more.

 “im so sorry, guys.” she sobs as she struggles, you try to keep afloat but you finally go under.

-

 you felt yourself being dragged out of the water, “come on y/n!” sarah sobs, patting your back. water escaping your lips, along with deep coughs.

 “oh my god.” your eyes flicker, trying to adjust to the lights as you were enveloped into a hug. your eyes finally focus on everyone.

“hurry go!”

“he has a gun!”

 everything was brought back as your eyes landed on an unconscious jj, you move forward quickly. landing beside him, hands gripping his face.

 “jj!” you tap him softly, “come on, baby. w-wake up, okay.” you began to softly sob, a gunshot goes off just as they get the thing to start.

 “jj! come on, pl-please dont leave me.” with that he coughs up water making you laugh.

“wassup?”

 “oh my god, never do that again.” you fell on top of his chest, relief spreading through you. even in the middle of nowhere you felt safe with him. anywhere.

[strangelysamantha]

Hi! Can I request a jj x reader where they’re dating but have a massive fight right before a kegger so they’re ignoring each other all night. And then during the party her drink gets spiked and jj and the others take her home and look after her. Then the next morning jj is crying and apologising for not looking out for her. Thanks

scared for you ☆

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, spiking of drinks, blacking out, verbal arguments.

words: 2,649.

summary: when a fight breaks out between you and jj, he can’t help but be petty and ignore you. this causes you to be left alone at a kegger.

request? yes, and my requests are still open!

a/n: hi hi hi, more stories coming tonight! thanks for the request, and if you enjoyed please like and comment! i appreciate it. they/them pronouns are used for the reader. <3

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“jj, why are you so upset?” you questioned jj, and he hesitated, before finally speaking up. “really? why am i upset?” you nod, waiting for his response, but he doesn’t continue. you roll your eyes, “yes. why are you so upset?” you continue tying your shoes, preparing yourself for the kegger that already started thirty minutes ago. “i wasn’t that upset, but the fact you don’t even know why i’m mad just annoys me more.” he looks away from you, avoiding eye contact. you look up at him. “are you serious? you can’t just tell me what i did?” he stays silent.

you finally stand up, standing in front of him. his eyes look down at you, “i’m upset because you blew me off, claiming you had a family issue.” you frown. “j, i did have a family issue.” he shakes his head as if to say he didn’t believe you. “you really don’t trust or believe me?” he shrugs. “no i don’t fucking trust you, especially after all the shit you’ve done.”

“are you fucking kidding me? it really was a family issue. i should be the one upset here since you don’t even believe me.” he crosses his arms together. “you believe you should be the one upset?” he questions. you scoff, “yes! you don’t believe me, and you are blowing this whole situation up.” you try to continue but he interrupts you, “i’m not blowing anything up, stop acting like this is all on me. god, you are the one being secretive and shit.” you frown, “instead of automatically getting angry, why don’t you talk to me about it?” he shakes his head. jj storms off not answering you, the door slamming shut behind him.

you sit in silence, trying to even understand what had just happened since it all happened so fast. you contemplate going to the kegger alone, finally deciding to go. you assumed that jj would be going, and you thought it would be best to try and go so you could fix what just happened as soon as possible.

jj had left you, and he took the car. luckily, the beach wasn’t too far, and you could easily walk. you walked for about five minutes before you arrived. you eagerly search around, trying to find any familiar faces but you fall short. you didn’t recognize anyone around you. you approach the party closer, having people occasionally greet you, but none you were genuinely close too.

you see jj hanging out with john b and pope. you smile softly, glad that he was here instead of doing something reckless. you look over at him, and he looks at you, before immediately redirecting his eyes. jj had made a vow to himself that he would ignore you tonight. he didn’t want to blow up on you, but the biggest reason was he just didn’t want to talk to you anymore. you frown at the realization. since jj was ignoring you, you decided to do the same. you walk towards a small group of people, randomly introducing yourself.

they applaud you on your boldness, immediately letting you inside their small group. “so what are you up to?” a guy with brunette hair smirked at you. you smile, “i’m just here.” you shrug, not entirely sure what you were actually doing at a kegger, practically alone. usually if you went somewhere where you had no one to hang out with, you would leave. today was different though. you avoided looking at jj, and jj did the same. his eyes never even looked your way, too focused on john b’s lame attempts of trying to flirt with sarah.

the group you settled yourself into was slowly dying down. one girl in particular decided she had enough and headed home, her girlfriend going with her. the other two guys left, going farther down the beach to play football. that left you alone with the brunette guy, and his best friend. you hadn’t drank anything, not wanting to have a horrible hangover.

“are you sure you don’t want us to get you a drink? i mean, it would seriously loosen you up, and you could possibly get your mind off your current issues.” the brunette smiled, you had actually become his acquaintance. you bite your lip slightly, thinking. “i mean sure. why not.” you laugh slightly and he chuckles, “right on. i’ll be back.” you nod, watching him walk away.

his other friend smiled down at you, “are you from around here?” you nod. “yeah, what about you?” he smiles, “just here for a trip. we are actually heading back home tomorrow morning.” you frown. “ah, that sucks. did you enjoy your time here?” you ask, making conversation. he nods. “pretty fun town. the water was the best part. the ocean view was always so beautiful.” you nod at his response, silence falling over the two of you.

his friend came back, three solo cups in his hand. “cheers, to your guys on the last day.” you take the red solo, clinging it with theirs. “cheers.” they say together. you bring the drink to your lips, swallowing it. “it was so-.” your mind became clouded, and you couldn’t even think about what you were trying to say. “guys?” your eyes widened as your voice felt hoarse. your mind felt empty, and confusion washed over you. before you knew it, your eyes were closing, and your body began to feel limp and light. the last thing you heard were the two boys laughing. “too easy.”

the boys held you up, grabbing you by the waist. whispering amongst themselves while they carried you to their car. before they even made it halfway, john b stopped them. “what are you two doing?” he stared at you, limp in his arms. his heart hurt seeing you like this. he stared as they stood in front of him, silent. pope joined john b, “what is going on?” popes eyes set on you, anger boiling inside of him. “oh you know man, just had too much to drink.” john b shakes his head. “no. we know them. they hardly ever drink.” the boys raise their eyebrows, “is that so?” john b nods, walking towards them. “who even are you? never seen you before. and since i don’t know you, that leads me to believe that they don’t know you either.” the boys glanced at each other for a moment. “your right. we don’t know them.” they swiftly push you into john b, john b falling back at the sudden movement.

the culprits ran towards their car, hopping in and driving off. john b held you up, pope joining in, making it easier to lift you. john b looked at pope, pope already thinking the same thing. “how the hell are we going to tell jj?” pope shook his head. “let’s just get them back to your house. then we can think of ways to break the news to jj.” john b nodded in agreement. john b and pope carried you to the twinkie, pope getting in the front seat, john b held you close to make sure you still had a pulse and they hadn’t done anything yet. “they are knocked out for sure.” john b spoke up.

“it’ll be a few hours before they even have a chance of waking up.” john b frowns, he just wanted you to wake up now so he knew you were actually okay. once pope had made it to john b’s house, the two of them carried you inside, placing you on jj’s bed. you laid limp on the bed, the two boys watching you in horror. “shit! reposition them! that looks so uncomfortable!” pope scrambled to the bed, immediately straightening you out. he took your shoes off, placing them at the end of the bed. pope took the blankets, tucking you inside the bed.

“are you ready pope?” john b looked at pope, seeing his eyes widened. “what do you mean, are you ready pope?! i’m not calling jj!” pope glanced at john b, bewildered. john b rolled his eyes. “fine but i’m putting it on speaker.” pope nods, patiently waiting for john b to grab his phone.

john b dials jj’s number. it rings twice before jj answers. “yo john b! what’s up.” john b frowns. “jj, you know how you left the party?” pope sighs while he watches this whole situation unravel. “yeah, i wanted to get out of there. i couldn’t stand watching everything, well y'know.” jj laughed, “so glad i left though. i’m doing good.” pope interrupted him. “john b! just tell him already.” jj stopped, “pope? tell me what?” jj held his breath, waiting. his mind was spiraling with every bad thing that could have happened.

“uhm. jj it’s bad. pope and i, we were at the beach. we noticed these two boys… and they drugged-.” before john b could even say your name, jj cut him off. “no.” pope rolled his eyes, seeing jj immediately shut john b down. “no, guys. this isn’t funny. you can’t say this shit as an attempt for me to come home.” john b groaned, slamming his hand on the kitchen table. “jj! will you stop with the shit! this isn’t a joke bro. that would be fucked up.” jjs breath gets caught in his own throat. “you mean…?” john b frowns, “yeah.” jj immediately hangs up, getting ready to go to john b’s house.

when jj arrives, john b and pope give him the rundown on what had happened. they decided to wait to invite kiara, since she had to work. jj slowly walked to his room, scared of what he would see. when he saw you, passed out on his bed, his heart shriveled up. water glistened in his eyes. he couldn’t help but blame himself. he wasn’t there for you. he didn’t protect and watch after you.

he immediately leaves the room, pulling pope and john b into a hug. “thank you. thank you for protecting them when i couldn’t.” john b frowned. “jj- you can’t put this on yourself.” pope nodded. “how could you have known?” jj shakes his head. “i should have been there, i should have stayed.” john b smacks him on the side of his head. “get your shit together jj.” jjs mouth opens in shock. “this isn’t the time for you to spiral. you need to go in there. wait for them to wake up, and you need to make sure they are okay.” jj nods, heading to his room.

jj hated seeing you like this. he sat on a chair in the corner of his room. occasionally checking your pulse to make sure you were still with him. he prepared you water, and was already thinking of what he should make you for breakfast. at around four am, jj had fallen asleep. he didn’t mean to, in fact he wanted to stay awake so he could be there for you when you woke up.

jj woke up at seven am, he immediately looked over at you, seeing you in the same position, and still asleep. his heart hurt. john b and pope weren’t there to ground him, so his thoughts took over. how could he leave you alone? how could he even let this happen? why was he fighting with you in the first place? was it really worth it? these questions continued to invade his mind. he couldn’t hold back the tears as he was silently sobbing in the corner of the room.

the outer banks sun was shining through jj’s thin window curtains. you stirred, waking up. when you were fully awake, you heard faint crying. this caused you to turn your head to see what was going on. “jj?” you frown, seeing him in such a distressed state. you immediately sit up, and become light headed. you didn’t know exactly what had happened. the last place you remembered you had been was at the beach, but somehow you woke up in jj’s bed. you smile, hopeful that jj wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“jj?” you say once more, louder so he could hear you. his head turns towards you. his face was stained with tears, his hair wild as you assumed he ran his hands through it multiple times. before you could ask any questions, he’s already bombarding you. “are you okay? do you remember anything?” you shake your head, your mind going back to last night. “the last thing i remember is going to a kegger, and meeting a group of people because you were ignoring me.”

he stayed silent. he was right. he was the reason, he- “jj? what’s on your mind? was it your dad again?” you frown. your arm reaches out to cup his face. he pulls you into a hug. “no. not my dad. last night… uh.” he pulled away, giving you some space. “last night you were drugged.” your eyes widened. “what?” the tears began to fall from his eyes once again. “look. i’m so sorry. i should have been there for you. i could have prevented this. i’m so sorry. i didn’t want this to happen to you. if only i had stayed, if i was there i would have punched those two guys in the jaw.” his eyes shut, you take your hand to wipe away his tears.

“jj. it’s okay. nothing happened to me, did it?” you wait, slightly scared at what his response would be. “no. nothing happened, john b and pope saved you in time.” you nod, relieved. “jj. i’m okay. nothing happened to me, please. john b and pope saved me. it's not something you should work yourself up about.” he slowly nods, not entirely agreeing. you open your arms, hugging him. “okay. i was really scared for you.” you frown at his words. “jj-,” he cuts you off. “i just… i can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if john b and pope weren’t there.” you shake your head. “you can’t think about that. jj, im here. i'm fine, we are okay. we shouldn’t think about the past, it’ll only make matters worse.”

he listens, a frown still hung on his lips. “okay. well i want to make you a special breakfast!” your eyebrows lift at jj, “you?” he smiles, and you continue. “you want to make breakfast?” he nods, “yes!” you stare at him, “okay. sure.” you get entirely out of bed, his hand immediately finding your waist to ensure you were steady. “first let's get you changed.” he pulls a t-shirt of his from his closet, and a pair of shorts you’ve left over. he hands you the clothes before turning around to let you change.

you put the outfit on, handing him your outfit from yesterday. he puts them in the dirty laundry hamper, walking you to the kitchen. you watch amused, seeing jj pull out a bunch of different ingredients and spices. “what are you trying to make?” he turns around, shocked that you even have to ask him. “duh, i’m making us pancakes.” he smiles up at you, as he holds the carton of milk. “oh right. okay. i’ll let you do that then.” john b walks out of his room, joining the two of you in the kitchen.

“why are you guys so loud when it’s literally eight in the morning?” you laugh, “hey!” you call out to him and he jumps at your loud voice. “what?” you stand up, pulling him into a hug. “thank you.” he smiles. “i’m glad you are okay. we are always going to be by your side, regardless if we are all fighting or not.” you nod. your attention from john b shifts to jj, seeing him as he is dancing around the kitchen with a bowl in his hand. “oh. jj is cooking?” john b smiled, “this will be good.” you nod in agreement, “definitely.”

[maddiwrites]

Beauty is Pain

Pairing: Mostly Platonic!Pogues, mentions of JJ Maybank x reader 

Summary: You and Kie try to wax your legs yourselves for the first time and accidentally get yourselves trapped in a sticky situation that gets you locked in your room with JJ and Pope while you listen to Sarah and John B fight outside your door. Routledge!Reader.

Note: I got this idea from a Friends episode. If you watched the show, you’ll know exactly which one I’m talking about. Mostly wrote this without the intention of doing a JJ x reader pairing but then I got an idea(: Hope y'all like it!

Word Count: 3.5k

Warning: Language, maybe angst?? 

For her birthday, Kie was gifted a hard waxing kit. At first you thought it was odd, a Kook like her was better off going to a professional to get evenly waxed brows or a perfectly clear bikini line. But when she asked you to try it out with her, you were intrigued. 

You invited her over to your messy home everyone calls the Chateau. Your brother had a date with his Kook girlfriend, Sarah Cameron, which meant you had the house all to yourself. Even though it was just Kie, your best friend of four years, you decided to clean up the place before she got there. Your house was littered in empty beer cans and ends of JJ’s rolled blunts. You noticed John B was drinking more, smoking JJ’s weed, and even sleeping in later than usual. He’s called out of work two times in the past two weeks, and if he does manage to a say hello to you, it’s a grumbled mumble of words you can barely understand. You chopped it up to him just being moody, but there was also a small part of you that wondered if something serious was going on you didn’t know about.

You tried questioning your friends about it. Kie said she had no clue but noticed his change of attitude too. Pope would get nervous when you brought up John B’s name and claimed he didn’t know what you were talking about. Before you could question him further, his dad whisked him away to clean up the store and run a couple of last minute groceries. JJ, your boyfriend, tried to tell you it was probably nothing, but he wouldn’t make eye contact with you when he talked. He busied himself with rolling another blunt or folding the tossed laundry on your bedroom floor. When you called him out on it, he got snippy and frustrated, which just led you to drop the topic because you didn’t feel like dealing with a second moody teenager. 

Kie showed up right when she said she would with the boxed waxing kit in her hand. You raised one brow up at it as you tossed the filled trash bag out the door. 

“This it?” You said.

“Yes. You haven’t shaved your legs in a while, right?”

“Yeah. It’s been two weeks like you said. JJ says my legs are looking hairier than his. He’ll barely even touch them. One time he called them monkey legs.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Boys are such hypocrites. If they had to do half the stuff we did, they wouldn’t be complaining at all. They shouldn’t even get to complain about what women decide to do with their bodies.”

Kie continued ranting about how pain is beauty and men will never understand it unless they lived in a woman’s body for a whole month, including the week a woman’s period started, as she set up the kit. 

You worked in your room because there was more space for both of you to try your best to be comfortable. Kie plugged in the warmer on your nightstand and mixed the pink wax pellets with a flat wooden stick until it turned to a warm goo. 

“Okay,” Kie sat up against your bed’s headboard and patted her thigh to motion for you to give her your leg. “You’re up.”

“Why do I have to be first?” You asked.

You’ve never waxed your legs before. Only your brows and sometimes bikini line and even then, you usually just pluck and shave. Getting your hair professionally waxed was expensive and you tried to prioritize your purchases as much as possible to stabilize the life you and John B still had.

Kie sighed. “Fine, we’ll do it together. Let me just put the wax on you.”

You gave Kie your left leg and she slathered the warm wax up the left side of your shin. You watched as she did the same to her own leg and grimaced nervously when you felt the wax hardening against your skin. 

“Ready?” She asked with a teasing smirk.

“On the count of three?”

Kie nodded. “One.”

“Two.” “Three.”

At exactly three, Kie pulled the long waxing strip from your leg and you did the same with hers. A searing hot pain ran up you leg as Kie ripped the wax off, making you bite down a scream. 

“Fuck!” Kie screamed up into the ceiling. You looked down at both your legs. There was a thick line of red from where the wax was. “That shit hurts.”

“Let’s try it again,” You suggested. “Maybe we’ll get use to it if we keep doing it.”

Kie nodded. “Okay. Yeah, let’s try again.”

This time, Kie slid two long strips on both your left and right leg. The warm wax felt soothing. You almost wished you didn’t have to rip it off in the first place. 

“On three?” You said.

Kie nodded.

On three, you each ripped one strip off your own legs. You cursed against gritted teeth from the pain. You were wrong about getting used to it. You didn’t think you would ever be able to tolerate this pain. 

“What the hell? This has never hurt this bad.” Kie said.

“I think whoever gave this to you secretly hates you,” You said to her.

Kie sighed and looked down at the hardening wax still left on your legs. “Well, we have to finish. We’ll just rip them all off really fast.”

“Okay.”

You ripped three out of the four strips that were left at rocket speed, but they all hurt exactly the same. It felt like you were ripping more than just the hair off your leg. You wouldn’t be surprised if you looked down and saw half the layers of your skin ripped off. 

You blinked back the tears at the exact same time Pope and JJ busted into your room looking around frantically. JJ was holding a baseball bat and Pope a pan you just washed and placed on the drying wrack an hour ago. 

“What’s wrong?” Pope yelled.

“What the hell is going on?” JJ narrowed his eyes at you, surprised he wasn’t looking at you being attacked by an intruder or covered in cuts and bruises. When he first heard you screaming when he and Pope walked into your house, his heart raced a million beats per minutes. His mind wandered to all the different things that could have happened to you. He swore he was going to make you lock your door every day and night now. 

But here you were, safe and sound and laying in bed with Kie. Although he could see your labored breathing and clouded eyes, he knew you weren’t in any imminent trouble. His eyes traced from your face down to your legs where a pink strip of wax was still waiting to be pulled off. 

“We’re fine. We’re just waxing our legs.” Kie said.

“What are you doing here?” You asked your boyfriend.

“Pope said Kie was here so we came to hang with you,” JJ said absentmindedly. “I thought you were being murdered.”

“It sure felt like it,” You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered from JJ’s protective side.

JJ scoffed. “It can’t hurt that bad.”

Kie tutted her head forward. “Oh yeah? Come here.”

“What? No.”

Kie ignored him and grabbed his arm from across your body and slapped on another slab of wax. JJ hissed from the heat then visibly relaxed.

“Y/N, wanna do the honors?” Kie smirked at you.

You glared at her. “I’m not volunteering to hurt my boyfriend.”

Kie scoffed at you. “What did he call your legs again?”

You clenched your teeth together and nodded once. Kie made her point, and you remembered everything she said about how men will never understand the pain women go through to please not only themselves, but their lovers too. 

“Oh, yeah,” You said within a split second and ripped the wax off JJ’s arms. He flinched away from you, rearing his arm back far away from your reach. His mouth was opened in an ‘O’ shape and his brows pinched together. “Monkey legs.” You smirked at him.

“Fuck,” JJ shook out his arm as if you physically lit it on fire. 

“It can’t hurt that bad, right, JJ?” Kie mocked him.

Pope laughed at his blonde friend and shook his head. “Stupid.”

“Y/N, you have one left.”

“Shut up, I know,” You rolled your shoulders back like you were getting ready to run a marathon. 

“Want me to do it for you?” You nodded. JJ came up next to you and offered his hand for you to squeeze. “Okay. On three. One, two -” Before Kie even said the word three, she ripped the wax off. You closed your eyes and squeezed JJ’s hand hard, until his knuckles rolled in your closed fingers. 

“Shit, baby,” JJ crouched next to you awkwardly, trying to mend his fingers back together.

“Sorry,” You huffed. You weren’t that sorry. He called you monkey legs.

You heard the screen door open and close. Figuring it was just John B back from his date, you relaxed against your headboard again and made a promise to yourself to never wax your legs again. Beauty wasn’t worth this pain. You’d rather be monkey legs than go through that again.

Or just simply shave. 

“ - And that’s supposed to make this all okay?” Your eyes opened when you heard, not JB, but Sarah Cameron screaming right outside your room. Pope quickly closed your bedroom door as quietly as possible and held up his finger to you and Kie to be quiet. “That’s your excuse?”

Your brows pinched together in confusion and you looked at your boyfriend for some kind of answer. This was the first time you ever heard Sarah raise her voice at your brother. As far as you knew, the couple never fought.

JJ was looking down at the ground and avoiding your stare. His hands were wracked through his blonde strands and resting on the top of his head. He and Pope didn’t look as surprised as you and Kie.

“What the hell is going on?” Kie asked in a hushed whisper.

“I - I was scared. I’ve never done this before -” John B stuttered.

“Here’s some advice. Rule number one. Don’t cheat!” Sarah yelled. You swore you could hear the pain behind her voice.

You gasped in surprise and snapped your head in JJ’s direction. He wouldn’t look at you, which mean he knew about this long before you did. You put the pieces together. No wonder John B has been acting miserable. Who knows how long he’s been holding onto this. 

Well...apparently JJ and Pope know.

“What the hell...” Kie sits up straighter. “Is she serious?”

“Did you know?” You asked your boyfriend. This time he did look at you. And he looked guilty as hell.

Your eyes snapped back to the door when John B yelled back at her. “That’s gold coming from you. Did Topper use that same line when you got together with me?”

You physically cringed at the mention of Topper’s name. It may have been a low blow, but John B had a point. 

“Shit,” Kie cursed and sped walked towards the door.

You followed in her footsteps and pressed your ear against the door. One thing was for sure, you couldn’t leave your room now. You couldn’t walk in on that. But at least you could be nosy and eavesdrop.

“That’s not fair. I didn’t love him. I loved you. I left Topper for you!”

“You cheated on him.”

“Because I loved you, John B! You cheated on me because you were scared because...why? Because I’m a Kook? I’ve always been a Kook and you’ve never had a problem with that! Not until now!”

You and Kie crouched on the floor so JJ and Pope could hover over you and listen. It sounded like John B cheated on Sarah a couple weeks ago with a Pogue from your school because he got scared of his feelings for Sarah. Rafe got in your brother’s head, telling him how he will never be enough to care for Sarah when she’s no longer reliant on her father’s money. He became insecure and looked to someone who wouldn’t ever think of him like that - someone who would understand him.

John B was in the wrong and your heart cracked for the couple you once swore was going to be the first to get married out of your group of friends. Although you and Sarah had a rocky start, she quickly became the sister you never had. You got along just as much as you and Kie did. Sometimes John B would find it annoying when Sarah would come over to hang out with you instead of him, but the other part of him loved that the two most important people in his life were as close as he was with JJ. You couldn’t imagine him with anyone else. Not even another Pogue. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Sarah asked. She sounded broken and her voice cracked with exhaustion. You wanted to walk out of the room and hug her tightly while yelling at John B for being an absolute idiot. 

You heard John B sigh. “I was going to. I regretted it the second it was over and I was afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to leave me over some stupid mistake. JJ and Pope said -”

“JJ and Pope knew about this?”

You and Kie looked up at your boyfriends with the deadliest glare either of them have seen out of both you. JJ took a step back and held his hands up in surrender as if you were holding a loaded gun to his head. 

“I can explain -” JJ said quickly as Pope’s mouth moved silently to come up with an excuse.

“I didn’t know what to do! They said telling you would only hurt you -” John B weakly tried to explain.

“Of course it would fucking hurt me! You’ve been lying to me for weeks. You had sex with another girl!” 

You heard something shatter before a deafening silence. You waited for John B to say something, praying he was smart enough to say anything that could salvage what little of a relationship he had left.

You didn’t want to make this about you, but you wondered how many times JJ didn’t tell you something because it would hurt you. You wondered if he did anything just as detrimental to your relationship and didn’t tell you because he was afraid you would break up with him.

John B and Sarah continued to fight for another hour. You wondered if John B was worried about where you might be. If you go somewhere without telling John B, you usually text him later in the day to tell him where you are. It’s something both of you started doing ever since your father disappeared. So that if something were to happen, you would know where to look first.

You thought about jumping out your window, but your window frame was rusty. Even if you moved the window up a little bit, the wood would grind against each other, and your cover would be blown. You were getting hungry and JJ was getting antsy, probably afraid that John B would say something more to push him in the dog house. You’ve barely looked at him since John B threw him under the bus.

“Baby...” JJ said quietly to try to get your attention. “Come on, baby, let me explain.”

You glared at him and continued braiding Kie’s hair with your back to the door. 

“We had good intentions,” Pope tried to save his own ass but Kie’s look mirrored yours. “We just didn’t want them to break up.”

“Shut up, Pope,” You said for Kie. 

“We were wrong,” JJ said, making you advert your attention from Pope to your boyfriend. “I was wrong. It was my idea for John B not to tell Sarah. But the more time I spent with you, I knew I’d never be able to do that to you. It would eat at me inside, and that’s exactly what it was doing to JB. So yesterday I told him he had to tell her. Or else he would hate himself for the rest of his life if he didn’t.” Your eyes soften under his ocean blue ones and your hands fell from Kie’s hair. “I know I would.”

The corner of your lip twitched up into a lopsided grin, and just like that, you were entranced by the blonde Pogue all over again. JJ had his way with words. It’s gotten him both into certain situations and out of other bad ones. But you knew JJ like the back of your hand. You knew when he was lying. He wouldn’t look at you and if you questioned him on it he would get angry. Looking at JJ, you knew he was telling the truth. 

“Yeah, what he said.” Pope said, pointing at your boyfriend.

You and Kie rolled your eyes playfully. Pope, on the other hand, wasn’t so great with his words. That’s why it took so long for him to score Kie as his girlfriend. 

“Where are you going?” You heard John B yell. He sounded defeated.

“I can’t be here. I need...I need space.”

“Sarah...”

“Please. I just need time to think. Okay?”

Your front door slammed shut and you held your breath, waiting for John B to run after her or break more shit in your living room. But nothing like that ever came. Instead, you listened to John B cry to himself probably somewhere on the couch. 

And just like that, you didn’t care about being caught. You didn’t care if he screamed in your face for eavesdropping or calling you nosy and inconsiderate. Your brother needed you, and in that moment, it didn’t matter to you that he was the one in the wrong. At the end of the day, he was your brother. Your blood. Your family. And you’re the one who will always be his rock. 

Kie stood up with you and watched wearily as you showed yourself to your brother. John B looked up with wide eyes, surprised to see not only you but the rest of the Pogues hidden away in your room. 

He wanted to be mad, but he didn’t have the energy to be. Instead, he cried harder because he hated that you of all people knew what he did and that he was now being weak by crying about it in your living room. He wanted to be the role model you could always look up to, especially now that your dad was gone. And he thought he failed at it. 

John B was pleasantly surprised when he felt a pair of gentle arms wrap around his shoulders and pull him into a side hug as you sat on the couch next to him. Kie sat on the coffee table in front of you and rubbed John B’s knee comfortingly. Pope and JJ knew the girls were better equipped to handle John B’s emotions, so they busied themselves in the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers and pretzels and setting them down on the table next to Kie. 

Even though John B cheated and created a big mess in not only his life, but the rest of yours too, you were family. You would never leave him on his darkest day and play the blame game. You’ll help him get control. You’ll help him fix it. You’ll help him live his life to the fullest. And that’s what John B loved about you. You never turned your back on him, even when he deserved it.

The five of you spent the rest of the night drinking beer, ordering pizza, and watching comedy movies to get him to forget. Later in the night, you and Kie left to comfort Sarah. You admitted that you two heard the whole thing and would support her with whatever she chose to do about her relationship. You and Kie slept over her house and discussed the pros and cons of her staying with John B. You ate popcorn and applied face masks while Keeping Up With The Kardashians played in the background. 

“You know, Kie’s waxing kit is still at my house,” A mischievous smirk pulled at your lips. “We could cause a lot of damage while he sleeps.”

Kie encouraged the idea and Sarah laughed, feeling grateful that the two of you would even come to see her when you both had loyalties to John B. She really did love you guys and would be devastated if her relationship with John B drove you guys apart. 

In the end, Sarah ended up taking John B back. It took a while for them to get their relationship back to the way it was, but they loved each other enough to salvage it. John B worked his ass off to prove how much he loved her and Sarah appreciated every second of it.

And as for you and JJ...well you made sure to give him one really good reason as to why he should never cheat on you (;

[maybebanks]

Hurting

JJ Maybank x reader

⚠️: angst, sad, abuse

JJ had been knocking on your door for the past seven minutes. The two of you got into a fight about JJ being too wreckless. To which JJ got defensive and Y/n got even more mad.

JJ later realized that all she wanted was to keep her boyfriend out of jail.

So he came to...apologize. Or at least attempt to.

But he knew you could be stubborn, and since you weren’t answering, he was going to leave. Until the door opened. And your step father was standing on the other side.

JJ had never met your family. From what you’ve told him, they weren’t around much.

“The hell are you?” The man asked, he seemed busy. He was on the phone, and seemed impatient with JJ.

“Uh..I’m Y/n’s boyfriend,” JJ said, somewhat confident.

The man was instantly surprised, his eyebrows furrowed, but then he backed away from the door. Then gestured for JJ to come inside. So he followed.

Your step father was working, JJ guessed if he was a lawyer or some other businessman type. He had computers open on the kitchen island.

JJ stood still, he was going to wait for you, and not look too comfortable.

Before JJ could go upstairs to get you, your step father ended his phone call and invited him to sit down.

“So what’s your name Son?” He asked.

“JJ.” He shrugged.

He chuckled, “what’s your real name?”

JJ wanted to scoff, but he tried to be respectful, “that’s what they call me,”

“So Y/n is your girlfriend?” He asked as if he didn’t believe it.

Your step father wanted to know things about you, it didn’t matter what. And JJ wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Yes. She’s my best friend. Sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” JJ answered.

“Any other reason you like her? Her and I don’t have the strongest relationship. However, I know you don’t just like her because she’s ‘sweet’,” your father asked. Insinuating something else.

JJ was offended, and as far as he could tell, this man is an asshole.

JJ scoffed, “she can hold her own,”

Your step father responded with a chuckle, “I’m sure. But what I meant was, are you two having sex?” He said as more of a statement.

JJ didn’t know what to say. So he just resorted to what he would say to anyone else.

“Yeah we are.” JJ responded bluntly.

Your father sighed, his eyebrows raised, “Are you two at least being safe?”

“No sir. Very unsafe.” JJ joked, but it came off in a way that he wanted to provoke your step father.

“What’s going on down here?” Your voice could suddenly be heard. You were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Your voice was soft and angelic, but concerned.

“Y/n go to your room,” your step father said strictly.

JJ expected you to argue, but you didn’t. His stomach dropped when he saw your eyes fall. You nodded and didn’t even look at JJ.

JJ couldn’t be the reason your father was taking anger out on you. He wouldn’t let that be him.

He got up and grabbed your hand before you walked away.

“Hey, baby, I came to say sorry, about before,” JJ said, not letting go of your hand.

“What were you thinking? He’s gonna kill me,” you whispered.

“Why?” JJ asked.

“Because..I’m not allowed to...you know,” you suggested.

You looked back at your father who was in the kitchen, staring at you both.

JJ has never seen you more tense.

“He’s mad because of me, Y/n. I’m sure he won’t take it out on you. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh you’re sure? Huh,” you sighed, “you’re an idiot sometimes JJ,” you scolded.

You were right, JJ was beginning to feel guilty, “well then I’m staying here. I’m gonna protect you from my mistakes,” JJ said.

“You think...” you were about to insult him, but you realized it was no use, he should just leave before he makes things worse.

“I think I’m staying.” JJ stated.

JJ has known you long enough to tell what you did when you were nervous or scared. You would play with the rings on your fingers, or avoid eye contact. And if it was really bad you would struggle with your words.

Now, you didn’t know what to say. JJ was stubborn, and always has his mind set on protecting you.

“J, I can handle him,” you told him, pushing him gently towards the door.

“Has he ever touched you before, y/n/n?” JJ whispered.

Your throat immediately went dry, “What?” You nearly coughed. You understood why JJ would assume that based on his own life, so you weren’t offended.

“Has he ever layed a hand on you?” he repeated, “you know what I mean.”

You felt your heart rate pick up, “no. He’s just strict. You should leave,”

“Y/n, don’t lie,” JJ pleaded.

“I’m not talking about this right now. You need to leave.” you told him.

“I’m only leaving if you come with me,” JJ proposed.

“I...I can’t,” you mumbled.

“Yes you can, baby,” JJ pleaded.

You stepped back from him, “stop treating me like I need pity. I don’t. Please just leave. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I’m not waiting a whole day to find out if your hurting,”

“I’m not hurting. I’m fine, JJ. Come on,” you nudged.

JJ stepped backwards out the door, “will you forgive me?” JJ asked, he wanted his girlfriend to be happy like she always was, he was truly sorry.

“You need to promise me something, though, okay?” You asked.

JJ nodded, “what is it?”

“You can’t come back here. Okay? Just...I’ll come to you.”

“No. Not a chance. What if something happens to you? No way.” JJ shook his head.

“Please. Nothing is going to happen to me! I told you. My step dad and I are fine,”

“Wait, your step dad? How long?” He was shocked he didn’t know.

“What?” You asked, gripping the frame of the door.

“Y/n, I don’t like this. How come you’ve never told me-“

“Jesus! We’re fucking fine,” you whispered the last part.

“Well I don’t belive you!” JJ retaliated.

You almost started crying right there, but you didn’t, you couldn’t do that. You decided to push him away.

“I hate you.” You said sourly, then closed the door on his face.

JJ was hurt. But he left your house anyway.

You turned around and nearly collapsed crying. But instead you immediately ran into your step father.

“So...my little girl has a boyfriend. And I didn’t know about it?” he shook his head in disbelief.

You frowned, looking at the floor, “I was going to tell you...but we weren’t really serious.”

“I think having sex is very serious.” He stated.

Your stomach dropped, “excuse me?”

“Yes, I know about that. That boy is honest, I’ll give him that,”

“It’s not true...um we’re not..we didn’t have..it,” you tried.

Suddenly he slapped you, his hand swinging across your face and colliding with your cheek. Bound to leave a bright red mark.

“If I wanted my daughter to be a slut I would have picked up a whore at the strip club,” he spit.

“I’m not your daughter,” you muttered. Trying to step away.

This angered him, you knew you shouldn’t have said that. He grabbed your hips tightly and pulled your frame into his body. Then he gabbed your butt and gripped it hard.

“No one, but me, touches you. Got that, you little bitch?”

You nodded slowly.

“I said! Do you fucking get it?!” He screamed in your face.

“Yes...yes sir,” you responded, every part of you shaking.

He didn’t say a word after that, just let you go, and resumed his business. You ran away up the stairs. Drowning in tears.

“She told me she hates me? Did you know that?” JJ asked John B and Pope.

They were discussing yours and JJ’s fight. They all heard the first part, and were mostly on your side. But they knew you would come around and forgive him. So that’s why they don’t understand why you’d don’t forgive Jj.

“Well did you say something to her? Other than “I’m sorry’ ?” Pope asked, logically.

JJ kicked a rock on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe...” JJ shrugged.

“What did you say?” John B interjected.

JJ frowned, “Just some bullshit about her dad,”

“Dude! Her dad is out of the picture! that’s a low blow, what if some chick started talking shit about your mom?” John B defended.

“No! Not her real dad. Her step dad. He’s living at the house with her,” JJ explained.

“Y/n has a step dad? Holy shit how did I now know that?” Pope paused in disbelief, “What’s wrong with him?” Pope asked.

“He’s just an asshole. I mean, he made it seem like I only date Y/n because we have sex? And when I asked her if he touches her she totally freaked! There’s definitely something going on there,”

John B face palmed, “you told him that you and Y/n had sex? Are you kidding me bro, no dad wants to hear that about their daughter,”

“Yeah and if I was Y/n and you said that I would totally freak. Are you...maybe..just assuming that becuase your dad hits y-“ Pope said but was interrupted by JJ.

“This is not about me! Okay?! Something wrong is going on there and I’m going to find out!” JJ exclaimed, frustrated at his friends.

At this moment, Kie arrived in her car. She hopped out quickly holding beers.

“Brought some refreshments, boys!” She shouted cheerfully. John B and Pope cheered, but JJ was about to leave anyway.

He walked near Kie and was going to use his bike to get to your house.

“Will you stop him, Kie?!” Pope called.

Kie nodded, “JJ where are you going?” Kiara asked him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“To Y/n’s,” he shrugged.

“Why? She’s not home,” Kiara told him.

JJ paused what he was doing, “what do you mean she’s not home?!”

Kiara was startled, “um..I just saw her at the beach. She waved to me. I tried to invite her over but then she started surfing...so I didn’t. Is something wrong?”

“Surfing?” JJ asked, trailing off.

“Is everything okay?” Kiara repeated.

JJ sighed, “Kie...do you think Y/n could ever hate me?”

“What did you do?”

“I...I fucked up. I gotta go see her,” JJ blurted, then hopped on his bike and headed to the beach. Your favorite part of the outerbanks.

You weren’t catching any more waves. They weren’t big enough for a total wipe out and that’s what you thought you deserved.

You sat on your board, staring off at the boats miles away, wishing you were on one.

JJ saw you, in a black wet suit, just sitting there.

He grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it off, then, grabbed his board and started swimming out to you.

“Hey,” he said once he finally reached you.

You turned and saw him, “oh, hey,”

You avoided eye contact. There was something wrong. And JJ knew you would deny anything unless he acted as if he already knew.

“What happened after I left?” JJ said, copying your position on his own board.

You felt that rush of pain through you, the feeling you get when your about to cry, “we had an argument. I’m not suppose to come back until...until I break up with you,” you mentioned, trying to take deep breaths as if that would help contain the tears.

“No. No, no, no. Y/n, hey, can you look at me? Please, baby,” JJ could feel your suffering, and he didn’t know why.

“I’m tired JJ. So tired of it. I’m not good for you,” you croaked out, your voice cracking.

JJ’s heart broke, “yes you are. You’re the best thing I’ve ever had,”

“It has to be over,” you said in monotone, tears rolling down your cheeks in slow motion.

“Why.” JJ swallowed his urge to yell.

You shook your head, then the tears fell right into the ocean, “you were right. And I hate you for it. I hate it.” Your voice was shaking.

“Right about what? Y/n, whatever it is we can talk about it. Your safe with me,”

“I don’t want you to know! Can’t you understand that!?”

JJs eyes remained on you, but he couldn’t bare to see you crying. That’s when he noticed small circular bruises decorating your inner thighs. From the pattern, he could tell they were from fingers. And they wrapped around to your butt.

“He touches you there?” JJ almost whispered, his hand gently resting on your leg.

You tensed under his touch.

You didn’t respond, JJ moved your leg so he could get a better view, there were dozens. And some only beginning to heal.

“How could he do this to you, baby? It’s not right,”

You sniffled a bit, chest rising and falling quickly, “it’s my fault...I ...I did it to myself. These are .. it was an accident,” you mumbled, coming up with excuses still. Even when JJ knew the truth.

“Let’s go to shore, yeah?” JJ suggested.

“No. No. I’m not...I’m leaving J. Say goodbye and let me leave,” you begged.

JJ didn’t know if you were planning on drowning yourself or running away. He wasn’t going to let you leave.

You were falling apart. But JJ knew a little bit about being broken.

He pulled your board closer to him, until you eventually agreed and paddled to shore.

JJ helped you up and immediately pulled you into his chest. You were frozen for a minute, you didn’t hug him back. But then, you finally felt him, and hugged him back.

You were shaking from the cold of the water, JJ wrapped a towel around your back and kept you warm.

“I can’t lose you. I love you, Y/n. Never forget that, please,” JJ whispered.

You didn’t let go of him.

“You hear me?” JJ followed up, “Y/n, baby, I need you to tell me.”

“I...I love you too...” you sniffled.

JJs held your head in his hand. Shushing you, telling you everything is going to be okay.

Part 2

🤍 thankyou so much for reading! I am so greatful for 900 followers! hope you liked seeing JJ in this light, it was difficult to write on my part. 🤍

[quiteaweirdworld]

Constant Touches- JJ x Reader

Kiara points out that JJ is protective of you with his touches, and you can’t get that idea out of your head once you recognize it. 

Requested: nope

Inspired: Idea from the absolutely fantastic @spilledtee 

Warnings: none!

Contains: fluff, soft JJ, first kiss, jealous touches

Words:  1.7K (wow)

You’ve been hanging out with the other Pogues for several years now, since early middle school. That’s your squad, and those are your people. During Kiara’s kook year, it was always just you and your boys. You somehow all avoided that phase where it’s awkward to be with the other gender, and you never feel more comfortable then when you’re surrounded by your boys. You notice the weird looks you get when you lead the way with three tall (and good-looking, you have to admit) boys following behind you like puppies, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no secrets between you three, especially you and JJ. Barriers just don’t exist, and you and your three best friends are always comfortable with each other. Even when Kiara rejoined the group, you naturally gravitate towards the boys, and, consequently, JJ. JJ, who recently causes your heart to flutter a little extra every time his hand brushes yours. Though you don’t think there’s a way that he possibly feels the same about you, you relish in the small touches through which you both show your affection. You two are always linked somehow, especially when in public, but you wouldn’t have noticed that it was anything else if Kiara hadn’t pointed it out. 

John B had texted the group to get ready to party tonight, as usual. As soon as you responded to the text, you unlocked your front door for JJ to come, as you knew he would. Even though he doesn’t need to get ready, he always waits for you to get ready in your room, and hangs out with you before every party. Just as you thought, JJ popped into your house with a quick “hey” and immediately went to your room. 

“There’s the pogue princess” he smirked as he saw you fixing your hair. Choosing to ignore the rush in your blood that occured when you heard JJ call you princess, you rolled your eyes at the nickname. You could never be called a kook, but somehow the nickname princess has stuck. With your pretty h/c hair and large e/c eyes, you looked a bit like royalty. Well, as much like royalty as a poor girl from the cut can look. Still, nothing stopped the boys from annoyingly calling you ‘princess Y/N’. Truthfully, you didn’t mind when JJ did it. You realized that you’ve been overthinking for the past few seconds, and quickly snarked back an expected response. 

“Well, someone here has to look good and right now I’m pulling for the whole team”.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice the odd pause as JJ clutched his heart and dramatically fell back on your bed, mock offended. 

You finished getting ready and decided to simply put a bandana on your head and leave your hair down, knowing that JJ loved to card his hands through it. Sure enough, as soon as you laid down next to him, JJ’s hands naturally found their way to your head. While lying on your bed in your room with a boy sounds really romantic, truthfully this was normal. JJ, sadly, was just treating you as always. As your conversation naturally came to a lull, you wished that JJ thought of you the same way you thought of him. As someone you really, really liked, and never want to be apart from. JJ has been such a big part of your life, even more than Pope and John B, so it’s only natural that you see him in the rest of your life too. You force yourself to accept that JJ just sees you as a friend, and resign yourself to supporting JJ no matter what your relationship, or lack thereof, is. You must have let out a sigh, as JJ’s hands still for a second, and he asks

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“Just ready for this party and tired of waiting!” You lie, but he accepts it as he jumps up and takes your hand. 

“Lucky for you, it’s time. M’Lady” He mock bows as he escorts you from your room, and you both make your way down to the Boneyards. 

Your arm naturally slips into the crook of his as you both see your friends and walk over to where they are gathered. Kiara gives you a weird look, like she knows something you don’t, but you ignore it as John B speaks

“Now that everyone’s here, let’s party!”  You can tell that he’s already one or more drinks in, and you’re eager to catch up. You pat JJ on the shoulder as you tell the group 

“I’m gonna grab something to drink” 

JJ starts to speak but you cut him off

“YES JJ I’ll get you a drink, who do you think I am” 

You hear laughter behind you, and smile to yourself as you make your way over to the keg. You fill up two red solo cups with the drink, knowing that Kiara would yell at you about the environmental impact of plastics at parties but choosing to prioritize function over future. 

On your way back to the group, you’re stopped by a cute Touron who had been looking at you since you arrived. 

“Hey there, how’re you doing” he asked.

“Just getting started, doing good so far” you chuckle, looking at the boy. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, but think that unfortunately it’s not the blue eyes that you are so longing for. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, you suddenly feel a hand on your lower back and look to the side to see JJ at your side.

“Hey Y/N” he says, “Thanks for the drink!”

“No problem” you respond, and when you look back at where the Touron was, he was gone. You didn’t mind, and JJ and you walked the last little distance to the group. 

You talk with the group, all making fun of Pope and recounting the time he fell off the dock when he thought he saw a bee, and you rest your head on JJ’s shoulder as you get more tipsy and tired. He shifts a bit to be more stable for your weight on him, and you can feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughs. Suddenly, you feel Kiara pulling you upright by your arm.

“I love this song!” she calls.

“John B, hold our drinks” she ignores his sputtered protest as she takes both her and your drink and shoves them off to John B. You laugh as you’re dragged into the middle of the crowd, throwing one last look over your shoulder towards your best friends and making eye contact with JJ, who is watching you as always. 

After you finish dancing for quite a bit, you turn to head back to the boys but Kiara stops you, and beckons to step a bit farther from the party’s center so you can talk. 

You’re confused as to what is going on, and Kiara only makes you more confused when she asks  “So, did it happen?”

“Did what happen?” you’re puzzled.

“You and JJ, of course!” Now you’re even more confused. “What do you mean? What would happen to us”

Kiara scoffs lovingly, as if she can’t believe you don’t get it. “I was hoping that y’all finally realized you both like each other”

“I-he-we-what” you stutter, feeling a blush attack your cheeks. 

“Don’t you see it? JJ definitely likes you” Kiara states. 

“Who are you always with? JJ. Who’s always touching you? JJ. Hell, he couldn’t even stand to see you talking to that Touron for five minutes without coming over. And he hasn’t hung out with another girl for weeks!” 

Your mind is reeling as you process this information. You try to defend that you’re like that with all the boys, but you know it’s not true. And anyway, you’re secretly thrilled that JJ might actually like you back. 

Before you can think any more, you hear John B calling to both of you

“Ladies! I thought we were dancing? Let’s dance!” 

Your drinks forgotten and your thoughts occupied by what Kiara said, you join the entire pogue squad and dance for the rest of the night. The entire time, you’re having an argument with yourself in your mind. You don’t want to ruin anything with JJ, but also really want to tell JJ that you like him. You decide that if JJ touches you again, you’ll admit your feelings to him and hope for the best. 

After everyone is all danced out and more than a little bit drunk, the party disperses and you walk with JJ back to the Chateau, where you’re both spending the night. He slings his arm around you, and pulls you close. Before you can chicken out, you slow down to separate from the rest of the pogues and blurt out 

“I like you”

“Aww Y/N, I like you too” JJ responds, but you know he doesn’t get it. You stop walking, and turn to look JJ in the eyes. 

“No, I like you. JJ, I like you so much I can’t explain. You’re everything to me” You confess, nervous because now he knows and you can’t avoid it anymore. 

JJ stills, and moves even closer before responding 

“Well that’s lucky, because you’re everything to me”

Before you can even begin to process the fact that your feelings are reciprocated, he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You melt into him, and when you break apart he pulls you into his side again to keep walking. You let out a little sigh of disappointment, and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry princess, we’ve got all night to do that” 

And you do. 

When Kiara gives you that look again once you arrive at the Chateau, you simply respond by pulling JJ even closer and smiling. You are so happy that now you have an excuse to enjoy all the contact with JJ that you could ever want. And you want it all.

[loveylangdon]

If You Don’t I Will

Word count: 3.3k

JJ Maybank x Reader : showing jj subtle ways of how you care for him and John B is tired of him not seeing it

A/N: I wrote another JJ thing bc im a simp and I love him and this was also another idea thats been floating around. Fluff is you squint but you dont need to squint hard, next will def be angst bc I live for it Xx

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“Hey” you let out as you carry 2 bags of groceries into the cheateu seeing the boys lounging on the couch gathered around John B’s phone you hear a chorus of “hey’s” as you move towards the kitchen. John B looks up and hands his phone to JJ making his way out the front door sending you a wink. Rolling your eyes you follow John B outside to your car. 

“You didn’t have to,” John B says smiling at you grabbing a grocery bag from your trunk shooting you a look 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” you smile innocently to him and make your way over to grab the last grocery bag. You reach past John B until you feel his arm wrap over your shoulder, putting his grocery bag down he wraps his other arm around your shoulder engulfing you in a full hug laying his cheek at the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his torso and give him a squeeze 

“Thank you really” he lets out into your hair. You just give him a hug, you haven’t known them for long but John B automatically became like your brother and JJ was definitely your confidant. When you heard about Big John and Uncle T leaving John B by himself, your heart broke. John B had to support himself and apparently JJ was a constant resident in the chateau and it got harder to support themselves even if they both pitched in. When you found out always being smart with your money you set some aside to help supply the chateau so the boys wouldn’t starve.

JJ broke down one night during a late night smoke sesh you two had to get away from everything. He ended up telling you about his dad and mom in its entirety. After that you guys were kind of inseparable.You told him about why you had to move to OBX and he told you where his bruises and split knuckles came from. You never would’ve guessed one of the most caring people you knew would have to go through that. After that you subtly did more little things that hopefully made it easier on him. 

When you joined the Pogues you fell for his blue eyes and wild personality instantly his careless but protective nature made you fall hard but there was the rule. No Pogue on Pogue macking. Still fairly new to obx barely being here for a year you didn’t know how real the rule was. Being extra nice to JJ consisted of bringing extra of his favorite beer or asking him to buy you joints even though you didn’t smoke often, you would let him keep them, noticing his favorite snacks and bringing them on boat trips. Kie gladly gave up the title of caretaker and let you take over the snacks and picnics for day trips. After JJ told you his secret he made it clear that he didn’t take pity or handouts, you didn’t pity JJ you loved him and just wanted to make sure he knew it. 

So you helped JJ whenever you could making it seem like you were doing it by pure coincidence, knowing that he lived with John B you helped out the house, in general, to make it less obvious. Claiming you all spent so much time there any way it wasn’t fair to not help stock the necessities. 

Breaking away from your thoughts “I’m here for you guys always” you squeeze John B once more after you feel him loosening his grip “Let’s go I got ice cream” as John B fist bumps you snort “Oh I also got a better first aid kit” handing John B the second bag you move to the passenger side of the car. Hearing John B go back into the house you grab the first aid kit and hear footsteps as you open the back seat door to grab blankets. 

“What are the blankets for,” JJ asks questionably moving over to you to help grab some and you see him eye the first aid kit before you tuck it into a blanket

“For movie night. You can’t have a horror movie night without tons of blankets JJ it’s like against the rules” You quickly come up with the excuse. In all honesty it was starting to get colder and knowing the Chateau has minimal heating capacity you were going to accidentally leave them in the house and let the boys use them. The last time you were here late you asked JJ to borrow a sweater or a blanket and he gave you the one he was wearing and soon realized it was probably the only one you’ve seen him wear ever. Noticing Kie always brought her own blanket you assumed they were more supplied for the warmer days. John B was a big boy he would ask for help when he needed it JJ, on the other hand, was stubborn as hell and would rather freeze then ask for anything to help. 

“Okay” JJ says questionably not believing you entirely but not questioning it further “Are you staying tonight?” He asks you can see a glimmer of hope in his ocean eyes as he leans against the car door

“Yeah I think so” you smile and nod at him closing the car up “Are you?”

“No I’m just asking you so you can share my bed with Kie” he deadpans and your cheeks flush 

“Sorry” you squint up at him and you see him smile his “sharky smile” “Are Pope and Kie staying too?” 

“I think so” he nods at you biting his lip and you know he wants to add something but doesn’t

“Can I share a bed with you?” You ask assuming that’s what he wanted to ask “if I have to share a room with both Pope and Kie I might jump off the end of the dock, plus I got those joints still and extra snacks” you chuckle out trying to bribe him like you even have to. You see relief and a cute smile grace his features and you know that’s what he was trying to ask without even asking 

“Yeah you can crash with me, I like you the most anyways” he winks at you and nods towards the house “Have you eaten yet?” He asks you softly as you walk up the driveway “Pope and John B went to help Heyward earlier while I went to work and apparently they ate already” JJ trails off and you frown knowing there hasn’t been food at the chateau in a couple of days and John B has been incognito

“I can make us food,” you say and he perks up “I haven’t eaten yet” you continue which is a lie but he doesn’t need to know that “I bought stuff to make that shrimp thing you were talking about the other day” and you see his face light up as you walk into the house you smile at him and you can see pink dust his cheeks at the fact you remembered that small detail. He puts the blankets down taking the ones in your hands as well and wraps you in a hug carrying you to the kitchen leaving you in a fit of laughter. You see Pope peek his head out over the freezer with raised eyebrows 

“What are you doing,” he asks confused as to why you’re wrapped in JJs arms 

“Get out Pope y/n is making our food” he throws a look at Pope as he sets you down making Pope return a hurt one 

“You guys suck” he huffs out going back into the living room 

JJ sits on the counter as you start to pull out ingredients to make his food, John B put the groceries away thankfully and you hum to a random tune 

“Thank you” JJ lets out in almost a whisper and you look up at him and see he’s playing with the rings on his fingers a nervous habit he has while looking at his lap not making eye contact 

“For what” you feign innocence even though his small thank you made your heart flutter knowing your efforts and little signs of affection didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde boy. Moving to the stove to heat it up JJ finally looks at you and he shrugs his shoulders softly before twiddling his thumbs in his lap

“For taking the time to care about me” he shrugs again like he’s not worth the effort, you go to say something and he cuts you off looking at you with his ocean eyes making you forget how to breathe for a second, sincerity is swimming through them and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach “I know you had dinner with Kie already. She told me you guys were gonna eat at The Wreck during her break if I wanted to pass by before you went to run errands which I’m assuming was getting food for here” your face flushes at being caught lying about dinner “I also saw the first aid kit you bought, and Its a nice one. I almost stole one just like it from the pharmacy a while back and I know John B doesn’t need one that good” he goes back to looking at his thumbs “And I know the blankets aren’t just for the movie night” He shoots you a knowing look causing you to blush and smile at him, taking a moment in the comforting silence you assume the boys are outside messing around 

Humming you smile giddily not confirming or denying “Okay I’m gonna make you food now go away” you joke shooing him out of the kitchen 

He gasps in shock “You wound me” he clutches his chest with both his hands and falls back against the cabinets “Treating me how I treat Pope now that’s cold” He gets off of the counter still clutching his chest moving closer towards you 

“Leave” you squeal at him as he traps you in between his arms and the sink, he leans in and you think he’s going to finally kiss you, heart beating so fast you think he could hear it if he got any closer. His eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes as he licks his lips your breath hitches in your throat, he leans down to place a kiss on your cheek leaving the kitchen and going outside. Watching him retreat you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Jesus Christ” you huff and go back to making his food with a big smile on your face 

____

“Holy shit” JJ practically moans at the smell coming in from the kitchen “I can’t even think of the last home cooked meal I’ve had what about you John B” You hear JJ ask as him as they walk back into the Chateau,

“Uh I think-” John B starts but is cut off by JJ 

“That was rhetorical bro shut up” you hear them walk into the living room and see them come into the kitchen “we know you have a secret kook family chill” JJ lets out referring to the fact that John B disappears some nights and during the day and no one knows why. Causing a laugh to come from you and a scoff from John B

“That smells delicious y/n” John B lets out which earns a mean look from JJ 

“You can’t have any” JJ says defensively “she made it for me and her you guys are all traitors eating without us” JJ winks at you “what happened to Pogues together for life” JJ adds pointing a finger at John B as you try to stifle a laugh grabbing plates 

John B looks at JJ with the most unamused look you’ve ever seen which causes a burst of laughter from you. Catching John B’s attention he gives you a look as if asking if JJ is serious, you shrug your shoulders as John B scoffs “I welcome you into my home JJ and this is how you repay me” He tsks opening a beer for you and placing it on the counter by your plates, he gives you a side hug and places a kiss on your forehead before retreating outside to help Pope and Kie with a projector she found in her garage. As he walks through the living room you hear “Eat your food dumbass, and if you don’t marry her I will” John B shouts out and you immediately turn to look at John B who has his beer raised in the air “Salud” and he walks out of the Cheateu. 

Turning to JJ his face is beat red and you let out a small laugh as JJ groans mumbling something about murdering John B “Here eat tough guy I’m gonna grab blankets for outside” you say as you place a plate in front of JJ. You’re about to walk into John B’s room when you feel JJ grab your hand 

“Stay please” he lets out a smile while tugging on your wrist gently patting the spot next to him, you can tell he wants to say something again but you can’t tell what its gonna be because he’s looking down at his plate of food. Your foot starts tapping the floor a nervous tick you have when you can’t tell how something is gonna play out. His head snaps to your knee placing his hand there gently to stop it and he looks up at you “Don’t do that, not around me” he lets out looking at you 

“wha-”

“You do that when your nervous or unsure of a situation” he squeezes your knee in a comforting motion giving you a small smile at your confused expression, “You think you’re the only one who notices things around here” he shoots you a look and his eyes go wide trying to cover up his confession with a chuckle 

“Do you JJ Maybank have feelings for little old me” you shoot him an amused look with a gasp. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and he looks at you sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck while pink tints his cheeks 

“Hey, Lovebirds we got the movie set up come on” you hear John B yell from outside. You move to get up and JJ stops you looking up at you with a look of concentration before he exhales

“I like you y/n a lot actually and it’s scaring me. I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m not used to this or feeling wanted, hell even wanting to be around one person constantly is new for me. You are this incredible person who came out of fucking nowhere and the first thing you did was make sure everyone is taken care of. I didn’t even notice what you would do for me at first because I was so angry at everything. John B pointed it out to me when we found more of my favorite snacks in the cupboard than his” he let out a chuckle and you did too “He told me to stop being stupid and I realized then all the small things you would do for me like when I wouldn’t eat with you guys you brought food, or extra snacks on boat trips when you knew I was going home after, you and Kie would go shopping and you literally got me a hoodie because you told me it reminded you of me. No one has cared about me in the way you have and I’m so sorry for not realizing it sooner” you squeeze his hand gently reassuring him noticing his voice waiver “you’re so strong and stubborn but god if it didn’t make me fall for you harder, and I wasn’t gonna say anything because there is no way in hell that I’m good enough for you, I mean seriously I don’t know what you see-” cutting him off you place a kiss to his lips to shut him up, he places his hand on the side of your neck holding your jaw melting into the kiss. This is what heaven feels like you think. This blonde haired blue eyed prince. JJ breaks apart and rests his forehead against yours smiling like an idiot 

“I like you a lot actually too, if you couldn’t tell” you whisper out causing him to let out a laugh placing a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling you into his lap, your back to his chest as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck before you move to face him “Oh” you let out and he looks confused, you shoot him a look and he smirks. Hitting his chest playfully “get your head out of the gutter” 

“I know exactly where I would like my head to be” he smirks placing a kiss to your pulse. Rolling your eyes at him you start off “If I hear you talk bad about yourself I will fight you Maybank do you hear me” you look at him knowingly and he raised his eyebrows as if telling you to proceed “That is a fight you will lose every time. I can promise you,” you look at him softly “you deserve the world and all the love that comes with it, you care so much about your friends you’re willing to do anything to protect them literally anything” emphasizing the literally he lets out a chuckle “You are so kind, generous always giving even when you don’t have much yourself that’s what I love about you. There is more good than what you define yourself as and if you have doubts I will be more than glad to fight them with you” you let out rubbing your thumb on his cheek which he nuzzles into until he crashes his lips into yours again. 

“I thought you were eating, you haven’t even started are you kidding? YOU GUYS ARE MACKING we’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes” John B lets out from the doorway of the house raising his arms in a what the fuck motion, causing you both to laugh “J I’m proud of you for finally telling her, but Jesus come on guys the foods all cold, we don’t even have snacks because you’re distracting y/n, we’re dying out here” he fake whines 

“Sorry John B” you let out a smile knowing you usually prepare the snacks for movie nights but got distracted

“My girlfriend is not your Slave John B get your own snacks” JJ jokes holding onto you tighter

“Says the guy she made dinner for but hasn’t even touched it yet!” John B says dramatically “honestly the disrespect happening in this house, everything is all out of wack,” John B says going to the fridge and grabbing a case of beer and candy making his way back outside before he turns around heading back to you and JJ “Actually,” he says out loud before taking JJ’s plate with food taking a bite and moaning at the taste John B continues “I’m serious y/n if he doesn’t marry you I will” he gets out with a mouth full of food, moving slightly to avoid JJ arms that are trying to swat him for taking his food. John B walks out of the house leaving you two alone again 

“I’ll get you another plate, grab the blankets?” you ask chuckling as you move to get JJ another plate of food but he stops you. 

Taking his pinky ring off his finger he places it on your fingers trying to find the best fit, finally, it fits on your middle finger, a little loose but not by much, he chuckles “maybe I’ll get you a chain for it” he states chuckling he kisses your knuckles when he’s done “Not an engagement ring but a temporary promise ring until we get you a real one so John B can stop trying to steal you from me.”

“I think its perfect” He smiles bright placing a kiss on your lips and you know that this is exactly where you’re supposed to be

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A/N: so I wrote another jj thing bc who is not a whore for jj especially soft jj. Roughly edited but not really, this has been floating in my head for a while so feedback and commentary is again always welcome my inbox is always open I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did Xx 

[starksweasley]

protect you

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader, john b x sibling!reader, pogues x platonic!reader

summary: jj gets hurt and you can’t stand to see your favorite boy in pain, so you decide to do something about it.

warning: angst, fluff, some violence, swearing

word count: 2.2k+

It was an unusually quiet night on the banks. You were nestled between Kie and Pope with your head on the boy’s lap and your feet on the girl’s. The three of you had anxiously been waiting for John B and JJ to return from night surfing. Your brother had promised they’d be back in time for dinner at 8. You snuck a glance at Pope’s watch; it was 9:53. 

Your eyes fluttered closed and your hands hastily ran through your hair, something you did when you were nervous. Kie and Pope exchanged timid glances, well versed on your habit. “Y/N, I’m sure they’re fine,” Kiara whispered, but it seemed like she was assuring herself more than she was calming you down. 

You nodded but continued to rake your fingers through your now tangled hair. Pope let out a sigh and grabbed your wrist, causing your eyes to shoot open and land on his gaze. “You’re driving me mad, woman!” He exclaimed jokingly.  

A small smile wedged its way onto your lips but it instantly vanished when two stumbling figures appeared in your peripheral vision. You scrambled out of Pope’s hold, ignoring the grunt that resulted from you elbowing his stomach in the process. “John B?”

Your brother was making his way across the sand with JJ’s arm wrapped tightly over his shoulders. The blonde-haired boy looked close to unconsciousness and John B was struggling to support his weight. 

“What the hell?” You immediately ran to the pair, Kie and Pope hot on your heels. As you got closer, you noticed splotches of red painting JJ’s face and neck. “Oh my god, what the fuck happened?” You cried. JJ looked worse up close. Bruises covered his face, some purple and others still red. Blood had dripped down his features to his neck, completely soaking his grey tank. One of his eyes was swollen shut and the other was struggling to stay open. 

“It was Rafe and the other Kooks,” John B seethed. You looked over at him and noticed a small cut on the side of his face. Fatigue was oozing off of him in waves and he stumbled into your embrace once Pope and Kiara started helping JJ walk towards the house. Your arms wrapped around your older brother’s neck and you lulled him to calm down. “You know better than to get in a fight with those assholes John B,” you quietly scolded. “Even if they start it, you have to ignore them. If you get arrested for assault, we don’t have the money for bail- we don’t have anything left.” Your voice cracked at the end and John B felt a pang of guilt pierce his heart. 

“Hey-look at me, Y/N.” He tilted your head up until you could see his face. “You still have me. You’ll always have me, understand?” 

You quietly nodded and cleared your throat. “JJ, he-he looks so bad.” The tears sprung back and you had to force down a sob from escaping your throat. Your favorite boy’s mangled face popped back into your head and you felt an unexplainable rage fill your body. “What the hell happened?”

“Rafe showed up to our end of the beach with Topper and Kelce, don’t ask me why. But they saw us and started saying things.” John B nervously scratched the back of his head. “They, uh, they said something about you and JJ completely lost his shit. He jumped on Rafe before I could even react. I tried pulling him off but Topper and Kelce got involved and it was three of them against two of us. By the time I got to JJ, he was passed out on the ground.”

Your fists clenched and red seeped into your vision at John B’s words. You knew about JJ’s relationship with his father. The others hadn’t found out yet but he had gotten drunk with you one night and spilled his secrets amidst his tears. You had pulled his head into your chest and whispered sweet words into his ear until he had fallen asleep on top of you. After that, you two never talked about what he had told you, but you always made sure to keep an extra eye on him. JJ was strong, but he shouldn’t have to be. He had gotten enough beatings to last a lifetime; he didn’t deserve any more. 

“I swear to God, Y/N, the next time I see them they’ll get what they deserve,” John B muttered. You looked up from the sand and saw that you had reached the Chateau. “Go inside, John B. I’ll be back in a bit.” You shoved John B inside the house and shut the screen door.

“Wait, Y/N-where are you going?” Pope poked his head out from behind the door and Kie followed, leading John B to a chair so she could clean his cut.

You ignored your friend’s question and hopped on your bike, your knuckles white from the tight grip you held on the handlebars. “Just go inside! I’ll be back.”

You hadn’t touched a bottle of beer all night, but your mind was buzzing. Your legs fiercely pedaled your bike as you navigated the muddy roads. You were so consumed with rage that you didn’t even realize where you were going until you skidded to a stop in front of the Cameron house. 

You hastily dismantled your worn down bike and half ran, half stumbled through the freshly-mowed law. Laughter floated through the air and you instinctively followed the sound. You rounded a corner and turned right into the backyard. You could make out the back of Topper’s head and noticed that he was playing cards near the pool with Rafe and Kelce. Your vision only blurred further when you noticed that none of them had nothing more than a scratch on them.

“Hey, Cameron!” You called out, causing all three boys to whip around. A smirk tugged at Rafe’s lips when he noticed your advancing figure. “Y/N Routledge, didn’t think you’d ever come here, darling,” he replied smugly but his words flew right over your head. You couldn’t spit out a comprehensible thought before your fist violently collided with the Cameron boy’s jaw.

“Agh!” Choruses of grunts and exclamations filled the air as you clutched your fist in pain and Rafe tumbled to the ground. Kelce immediately moved to help up his friend while Topper menacingly stepped towards you, but you weren’t afraid of him. You weren’t afraid of any of them. The anger that was coursing through you overwhelmed every shred of rationality and you forcefully stepped towards Topper, causing him to stumble back in surprise. 

“You bitch!” Rafe was back on his feet and he made to lunge at you but Topper stepped in front of him. “She’s not worth it man.’

You didn’t know what came over you but a smirk decorated your lips as you abruptly spun on your heel and made your way back to your bike. The ride home felt longer than the ride there due to the throbbing pain on your knuckles but it didn’t bother you. Not much, anyways. Before you knew it, you were dumping your bike in its spot at the head of the Chateau and bounding in through the screen door. John B was the first to see you.

“Where’d you go?” His eyes slowly made his way down your body until they landed on your hand. “What the fuck, Y/N!” Your brother was instantly at your side, gently holding your fist up to assess the damage. His dark eyes scanned your split knuckles and a switch went off in his brain. “Did you get into a fight?”

You gently pulled your wrist away from your brother’s grasp and avoided making eye contact with Kiara and Pope who stood anxiously in the corner of the room. “I wouldn’t really call it a fight, maybe a confrontation,” you murmured. John B’s eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared under his unkempt hair. 

“A what? Y/N, not even an hour ago you were scolding me for getting in a fight. How could you put yourself in that situation?” He rambled but you weren’t having any of it. Your hands flew through your hair for the second time that night.

“John B, you may be my older brother but you’re not my dad. You don’t get to lecture me for defending my friend.” The words echoed in the quiet room as you struggled to maintain eye contact with your brother. Without another word, you headed into your room where you knew JJ would be resting. He always claimed your blankets were the softest in the house but he knew he just liked the way they smelled like you-not that he’d ever tell you that, of course.

You tried to open the door slowly so as to not make any noise but you failed miserably. The loud creak of the hinges caused JJ to bolt up from his position on your bed. The two of you stood frozen, observing each other’s expressions. His face was considerably less bloody (you assumed Kie had wiped all of the blood off) and the swelling in his eyes had gone down. JJ was wearing a fresh tank but the tiredness of the night was plastered all over his face. Something pierced you in the chest when you noticed the broken state of the boy in front of you. 

“Y/N?” JJ’s lips trembled and that was all it took for you to rush to his side. Before you noticed what you were doing, your body had slid under the covers in the empty spot next to the golden-haired boy. His body moved towards yours as if on habit and he tangled his legs with yours. Your figures molded together and for just a little while, it felt like that’s how it was always meant to be. 

The both of you laid silently for several moments, your faces so close you could feel his breath on yours. You wanted to look into his ocean eyes but he kept his gaze cast downwards, too focused on tracing patterns into the bare skin of your arm. Your uninjured hand came up to gently cup his bruised cheek. “J?”

He perked up at the name only you called him. When his eyes finally met yours, you had to resist the urge to gasp. No matter how many times you observed them, you could never get used to the striking nature of his eyes. One look at them, and you instantly knew every feeling that was running through his veins. “Why’d you do it?” You quietly asked.

Suddenly, JJ’s eyes were everywhere but on yours. “They were talking about you, Y/N. Talking about how they’d fuck you on the beach if they had the chance.” His words were coming out louder and louder and you knew he was close to bursting. “I just-I couldn’t help myself! They don’t ever get to think about you like that. Not ever.”

“Hey, look at me,” you whispered. When he didn’t comply, you placed your other hand on his face as well. You lightly turned his face until he was looking at you again. 

“You didn’t have to do that for me, J. I can protect myself, but I love you.” 

JJ rolled his eyes. “I know, idiot. I love you too.” 

But you shook your head a little too fast. “No, J. I love you. I’m in love with you.”

The boy’s lips popped open into an “o” shape, something you would have laughed at if you hadn’t been so terrified of his response. Both of you remained in silence for what felt like days and you were about to pull away from JJ’s warmth when his lips finally stretched into a beautiful grin. “God damn it, Y/N. I’m in love with you too.”

This time a gasp really did escape your lips when you looked into his eyes. “Really?” You breathed out.

JJ rolled his eyes again, something you noticed he did quite often. His hands flew up to cover yours on his cheeks. You winced, very slightly, when his palm made contact with your torn knuckles, but he noticed. His face immediately scrunched up in concern. “What’s wrong?” He murmured. 

You shook your head but JJ wasn’t having any of it. He pried your hands off his face and observed them, sharply inhaling when he noticed the bruises. “Did you-did you punch someone?” He questioned, all too familiar with the marks.

You simply shrugged, trying to play it off nonchalantly. “It was just Rafe. And he deserved it.”

You expected JJ to scold you the way your brother had but were thoroughly surprised when he let out a boisterous laugh. There was no time to process your shock before the boy had wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling your body into his. “You’re fucking stupid, you know that?” He mumbled into your hair. 

“This coming from you!” Your tone was condescending but you smiled into his neck. JJ’s arms tightened around you, and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh. It was perfect. All of it was just perfect. The blonde’s lips wandered over your head, finally pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’ll always protect you,” he whispered into your skin.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “All I need is for you to protect yourself, J.”

JJ chuckled at your words. “Not gonna happen.”

[outerbankswriting]

Could it be? (JJ x Reader)

Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or  at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)

Warnings: swearing, angst???

CHAPTER ONE

You considered yourself a lucky person. You were a Kook, you had a loving family and an amazing group of friends who you could also consider your family.

However, your parents were never approving of the extremely close bond you had with your friends since they were Pogues and you were one of the richest families compared to the rest of the Kooks.

You constantly got into heated arguments with your parents defending your friends but at the end of the day you did whatever you want, which usually meant spending every afternoon with your Pogue friends.

The sun was setting and you were spending an amazing time with your friends. Pope and JJ were pretending to fight to “practice” in case any criminals decided to get in the way. Sarah was comfortably staring at the act while being wrapped around John B’s arms and Kiara was also staring at the guys with a disapproving yet a supportive look on her face while you were just smiling at their foolishness.

“Alright so I think Sarah and I are heading back home since it’s getting pretty dark.” John B stood up from his place, helping Sarah get up and holding her hand.

“Just say you’re getting laid instead of coming up with the night bullshit man.” JJ winked at his friend and John B just shook his head, hiding the smile behind his face.

“Oh please JJ.” Sarah sighed but as you made eye contact with her, she grinned at you.

“Leave them alone JJ, it is getting dark and I think I’m leaving too.” You gulped down what was left of your beer and picked up your beach bag.

“I agree with Y/N,” Kie stood up and walked towards Pope, “walk me home?”

“You don’t have to ask.” Pope replied and interlaced his arms with Kie.

“Great, another couple getting some action tonight.” JJ sighed and Kie just gave him a look.

“Sorry dude.” Pope rubbed JJ’s shoulder and Kie immediately punched Pope’s shoulder.

“Stop crying JJ,” you went up to him, “just pick some tourist up like you always do.”

JJ mocked you and you just stuck your tongue out at him.

“She’s not lying bro.” John B added.

“Well maybe I will.” JJ shrug his shoulders and grabbed another beer.

You cleared your throat and waved goodbye at your friends before agreeing on meeting tomorrow morning for breakfast by the beach.

As you walked home you couldn’t get out of your head the thought of JJ getting it on with a stupid tourist girl. 

You knew you had given him the idea but it’s not like he wouldn’t have done it either way. JJ had always been like that. You couldn’t blame him though, he was good looking and funny, any girl would easily fall for his charms and end up on his bed.

What he didn’t know was that you sometimes wished that girl would be you.

Of course no one knew about that, not even Kiara your best friend.

JJ and you have been friends for years and you know what the two of you have is too good and special for it to be ruined by a stupid crush you have on him. You also knew it would never be possible for JJ to think of you in that way. He has always seen you as one of the dudes, or at least that’s what you’ve always thought. He always told you about the girls he slept with and even about his old (but now gone) little crush on Kiara.

You didn’t mind that much though, because at least that had brought you closer to him. JJ’s friendship with you was something he didn’t have with neither John B nor Pope. He trusted you more than the guys and you were always the first person he would run to or tell things to no matter what.

After getting home and taking a long refreshing shower, you sat down on your bed reading your book to distract your thoughts from the fact that all of your friends (especially JJ), but you were getting laid.

You were about to finish a chapter of your book until you heard something hit your window, but you quickly ignored it blaming it on the wind. You got back to reading until multiple knocks on your window made you put down the book and take a look.

As you turned on the flashlight from your phone to see better outside, you saw your blonde friend waving at your window.

You quickly made your way downstairs to let JJ in. You were a little worried since you had no idea what would make him come to your place almost at midnight when he was supposed to be banging some girl.

“I don’t have any condoms.” You joked once you opened the door but the smile on your face faded away as soon as you saw JJ’s face covered in blood and his hand covering his stomach.

“JJ what ev-“

“Shhh!” JJ shushed you. “I don’t want your parents to know I’m here.”

“They’re not even here,” you replied and grabbed his hand to lead him upstairs, “they’ll be gone for the week for some business thing.”

“Oh so you’re home alone?” He managed to wink even with a black eye.

“Oh shut it and tell me what happened.”

“I’m alright,” he smiled, “I just wanted to know if you could let me borrow your phone to call John B and tell him I’m staying with him so I don’t have the unfortunate luck of running into him banging Sarah.”

“What happened to yours?” You asked, not believing he was alright at all.

“It died.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“God Y/N, why are you always so stubborn?” JJ sighed, “My phone died.”

“I don’t care about your phone.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“I care about the blood covering your face.”

JJ looked down on the floor and just shook his head.

“Did you run into Rafe again?” You bit your lips. 

Rafe Cameron was your ex boyfriend and also the worst kind of Kook you could meet. 

He’s always getting into fights with your friends, especially because of the fact that you spend all your time with them while he’s still into you.

“No, not really.”

You looked at JJ as he was trying to speak but then went silent. You grabbed your first aid kit and wiped the blood off his face.

“JJ,” you paused as you gently grabbed his cheek to clean it up, “who did this?”

He stared into your eyes, his were filled with tears which made your heart shrink. You had never seen him look so hurt, so vulnerable.

“My father.” He whispered almost as if he did not want you to hear.

You felt the blood rush to your head. You knew JJ’s father was impulsive and hot-headed since JJ constantly talked about his disagreements with him, but you would’ve never thought the one person who was supposed to protect and take care of him, would beat him up this way.

“JJ-“

“Please don’t tell anyone.” His voice trembled and he avoided eye contact with you.

“I won’t.” You replied and finished aiding his face.

You noticed his hand kept pressing over his stomach.

“Take off your shirt.” You demanded.

“Never thought I would hear you say that.” He managed to smirk even with tears in his eyes.

“JJ I’m not playing.” You said seriously and he bit his lip, slowly taking off his shirt as he whimpered in pain.

You saw the multiple purple and red bruises on his stomach and felt sick. Your own eyes filled with tears but you quickly wiped them away to not let JJ know.

“This can’t keep happening.” You were angry.

“I’ll be alright.” He just shrugged.

“No JJ,” you shook your head, “I won’t allow it.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled, “What are you going to do? Fight him?”

“Maybe.” You said with a straight face but he just laughed. 

He secretly loved that about you. 

How you were also quick tempered and never afraid to speak your mind and stand your ground, but even though he knew how much you cared about him, he would never allow you to get near his father.

“Can I call John B now?” He sighed.

“No.”

“Uh? I kinda need a place to sleep that’s not my house.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why you’re staying here with me.”

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CH.2

A/N: would absolutely love to hear your opinions about this!!! let me know if you’re liking it so I can post the second chapter.

[thatshithurted8]

Confessing Feelings

Summary: Tired of your obliviousness JJ takes a leap of faith and admits his feelings.

Word Count: 1.8k

Prompts: “Stop pretending you’re okay cause I know you’re not.” “Just talk to me.” “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” Requested by: @multiphases 

There’s no doubt that Y/N Y/L/N is a gorgeous girl. Anyone that saw her knew that and most people grew even more attracted to her once they got to know her.

Even though some people would catergorize you as the most attractive girl in all of OBX no one has been lucky enough to date you. Or even take you out on a date for that matter.

After all of these years you simply just thought no one was interested in you and that was okay despite, being lonely at times or craving a relationship like John B’s and Sarah’s.

However, if it was up to you to pick any boy on the island to date you would pick JJ with a hundred percent certainty. Despite wishing for boys to show any type of interest in you a part of you will always want JJ. After all, he was your first love, but he doesn’t know that, nor do you think he feels the same way about you.

Little did you know though that a mischievous blonde has stopped that from happening. JJ was so protective of you and you guys were extremely close. The only time you guys weren’t attached to the hip was when JJ was hooking up with a random girl. However, since you two are with each other 24/7 it’s hard for guys to try to talk to you, especially knowing about JJ’s notorious reputation.  Every guy on the island knew not to even attempt to get with you because of JJ, even Rafe Cameron the Kook King himself knew that. 

The only people that didn’t know that were stupid Tourons. It seemed like everyone Touron had the tendency to hit on you, but JJ’s anger would decrease when you politely declined them. Despite feeling lonely at times you didn’t want the stress of a long distance relationship if you were to connect with one on that level.

However, as of right now JJ leaned against the door frame of the cabin in Heyward’s boat, pouting. Currently you were rambling on about how a Touron bought you your meal when you were out for breakfast with your cousin. The Touron, named Brett eventually asked for your number and you for once obliged. 

“I swear swear guys he is probably the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen.” You say to Sarah and Kie while you flipped yourself to lay down on your back. After all you wanted a even tan. Your statement felt like a punch in the gut to JJ as he continued to eavesdrop into your conversation with the girls.

“Show me a picture and I’ll be the judge of that.” Kie says.

“JJ can you pass me my phone?” You say sitting up, your hand resting just above your eyebrows as the setting sun shines into your eyes. 

The blue eyed boy turns and looks at you with a dull and distant look. “Get it yourself Y/N.” He says in a monotone voice before walking away to join Pope and John B in the water. 

Confused by JJ’s response you get up and get the device yourself. Just as he’s about to jump in he hears Sarah squeal, “Holy shit he is cute!”

JJ rolls his eyes and jumps into the water, wishing things were different between you two and that you weren’t so oblivious to his apparent feelings towards you. 

- 

The moment Pope docked his dads boat back at John B’s JJ jumps onto the small pier before storming into the chateau. 

“What’s his problem?” Kie asks while everyone looks at you with confused and worried gazes, causing you to simply shrug your shoulders in confusion. They all knew how close you and JJ were so it was surprising to Kie and Sarah that you didn’t know what was wrong. However, John B and Pope knew why you didn’t know, you were too busy being oblivious to notice his blatant feelings towards you. 

“Y/N why don’t you go and talk to him we’ll give you guys space.” Pope suggests, feeling bad for the boy especially since he was in the same position, but with Kie. 

You simply nod your head and grab your towel before making your way off of the boat and into John B’s chateau. “JJ?" You call out, slipping off your flip flops once the door behind you slams shut. Instead of hearing a response all you could hear were the rest of the pogues laughing on the boat and the sound of the old fridge that was on it’s last leg. 

“JJ?” You call out again, placing your semi damp towel on a chair before walking down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Once again you received no answer, but your stomach dropped when you saw the door to JJ’s room closed shut. The only time the blonde closed his door was when he was hooking up with some chick or he was upset. Since there was no way a girl came into the chateau just mere seconds before you, you were assuming the latter. 

You softly knock against the wooden door, before turning the knob and opening the it, causing it to squeal on it’s hinges. “J?” 

Your eyes instantly land on the blonde boy who you were looking for, as he laid on the bed facing the wall. JJ ignores you again, leaving you to let out a sigh before walking into the room fully and closing the door behind you. 

JJ’s eyes quickly flutter shut when he notices you walking over to the side of bed he was resting on. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone especially you. Although, JJ loved every moment he spent with you, his emotions were getting the best of him and he didn’t want to confess something he would regret later just because you like a stupid Touron.

Once you see JJ’s eyes closed you roll your eyes knowing that he wasn’t asleep at all. “J, I know you’re not asleep.” Keeping his eyes closed, JJ’s heart flutters at how well you know him. 

You lower yourself to the ground and sit criss cross apple sauce facing your best friend. “What’s wrong JJ?” You ask softly, but once again he doesn’t answer you. 

After a few minutes of silence you get up and jump onto the Maybank boy, tickling him at all of the spots he was ticklish. “Dude talk to me.” 

JJ’s eyes fly open and he starts to squirm and laugh under you as you continue your brutal attack. “Stop Y/N!” He laughs, causing you to smile at the sound of his happiness. 

“Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong!” 

As tears welled up in JJ’s eyes and his cheeks turned red he finally gathered his strength and flipped you two over so that he was now hovering over you. “Nothing’s wrong Y/N.” He says sending you a smile, but you could tell from the way he was looking at you that it wasn’t genuine. 

You roll your eyes, starting to get genuinely annoyed at how closed off he was being. Ever since you two were younger you made a pact not to keep things from each other. 

“Stop pretending you’re okay cause I know you’re not.” You say looking up into his cerulean orbs with a serious expression coating your face. JJ’s smile falters, knowing that you were going to keep on pressing him until you got a clear answer. 

“Seriously Y/N I’m fine.” He says looking in your eyes, praying you wouldn’t detect his lie. 

However, you did like you always do. “Stop lying J. Just talk to me.” 

JJ sighs and you couldn’t stop the heat rising to your face as you watched him bite his lip and move off of you, sitting on his knees at the end of the bed. You sit up and grab his hands before looking at him reassuringly to say that he can tell you whatever was on his mind. 

“Do you like that Brett guy?” He asks making eye contact with you then darting his eyes across the room. 

Confused by his question you shrug your shoulders and start to graze the back of JJ’s hand with your thumb. “I don’t know him well, but I think I can potentially like him. Why?” 

JJ lets out another sigh and chews on the inside of his cheek while looking down at your intertwined hands. You knew that he was arguing with himself about telling you or not what he was thinking. As you allowed JJ to gather his thoughts you felt a shift in the air, causing your heart beat to subconsciously increase.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” He breathes out, finally making eye contact with you again. 

Your eyes widen at the boy in front of you’s statement, but your heart seemingly started to race faster and heat rushed to your face. “What?” You ask shocked, still keeping eye contact with JJ. 

“I’ve been in love with you ever since we were little Y/N, and not in a platonic way.” He says blushing.

At first you thought he was just playing with you, it was JJ after all he was notorious for pulling pranks and being mischievous. However, the way he looked at you and the blush covering his face made you realize that he was in fact telling the truth.

JJ could feel the nerves that were practically flying off of him as he studied your face for any indication to tell him how you were feeling. He couldn’t find any which only made him even more worried that he made the wrong decision by telling you and now ruining your friendship.

However, as a small smile appears on your face the blonde lets out a breath of air he didn’t even realizing he was holding in.

“Holy shit I can’t believe this is happening.” You mumble, rubbing your hand down your face while giddiness and excitement took over you.

“I’ve felt the same way for years J.” You softly say, making eye contact with the boy you’ve been in love with for as long as you could remember.

You watch as JJ’s blue eyes widen with excitement and he smiles down at you. JJ wasn’t the type of guy to be immune to cheesy and romantic stuff so he found himself falling into your arms, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire. You squeal as your back and head meet the mattress underneath you, but your hands instantly find their way to JJ’s golden locks.

“I love you JJ.” You say softly, looking down at the boy in your arms.

He nestles his head into your torso and wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you closer to him. “I love you Y/N and I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

-

Question of the day: do you think you can have a first love even though the other persons feeling aren’t reciprocated?

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Ice Cream Princess

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: There isn't a day that JJ doesn't come to visit you at work. On the day he doesn't, you decide to visit him at work instead.

Word Count: 1,876

Note: A Stranger Things and Outer banks crossover imagine that no one asked for. Please give me feedback on anything but the title, I'm judging it and laughing at myself because of it. I hope you love it!

An ice-cream parlor opens up across the street of The Wreck. The owner quickly judges all of the teenagers that come in looking for a part-time summer job. Luckily for you, your older cousin Robin sweet talks her way - agrees to watch his daughter- to get Hopper to hire you on the spot.

Your favorite co-worker is Steve. Both of you share stories and talk about anything and everything. You're weren't too surprised to find he hang outs with "lil punks".

He has a childish side that comes out when it's you two in the shop. If a touron gives you a weird feeling and tries to flirt with you, Steve takes over like a protective older brother. You started calling him mom when he bossed you around the first time.

Last night there was a party held by the Pogues at the Boneyard. When Robin's girlfriend texts you saying that she woke up with a hangover, you agree with her that it would be best if you cover her shrift.

When you get to the shop on your bike, you park it next to Steve car and cringe when the annoying front door bell rings as you enter. "I'm surprised to see your face this morning."

"Good or bad surprised, mom?" He rolls his eyes as you walk past him and pat his shoulder.

He yells, "the worst!" As you make your way to the small back room and put your backpack in your locker.

You grab the lanyard Pope gave to you and trace the lil doodles Kiara drew on your nametag.

Clocking in, you wave at Hopper through his open office window. He learns further in his chair, arms across his chest.

"You work too much."

"You don't pay me enough."

Humming to the radio that's connected to the speakers that hang from the ceiling, you look over Steve shoulder to see which Playlist he's playing.

You mutter, "I hate that thing" when the bell rings.

JJ is leading everyone, arms flaring around as he jumps on top of the counter. He bends one knee underneath his other leg to sit more comfortably sideways and grins at you.

"You're ass is going to break that and you'll have to pay for it."

"Are you telling me I have a fat ass?" He puts a hand over his heart and fakes cries. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Princess."

You shove him off, chuckling when he almost doesn't save his fall and trip over his own two feet.

"So dramatic like always and Y/N is still my name." You point down at your nametag. "Y/N. Not Princess."

"What do you guys want today?" Steve asks.

JJ glares at him but smirks when you pick up a scoop. He leans over the counter and says, "I'll like a lick of that."

You tell Pope thank you for slapping JJ in the back of the head, making his gray and red snapback fall off.

He runs his fingers through his hair and you barely catch it when throws it towards you.

"You would look better in it than that." He reaches over to tap on your uniform hat wear.

You blush at the hidden complaint and slap his hand away.

"Stop flirting." John B says as he hands over JJ his ice cream.

Kiara slightly pushes him towards the table, they always sit at.

Steve smirks as he leans against the counter. "Princess?"

In the corner of your eye, you see JJ giving himself whiplash. You know Steve is on a mission to find a nickname for you, especially something that you hate as much as he hates 'mom'.

But JJ doesn't. "It's a long story."

"I'll love to hear it someti-"

JJ claps his hands together as the chair slides across the floor as he stands up. "Once upon a time, little miss Y/N dressed up as a princess one Halloween. There was a picture of proof that her mother gladly showed me. Ever since, I've called her Princess and one day she'll call me her Prince. The end."

Sarah 'awwws' and says, "That's actually really adorable."

"Thank you, I know." JJ says proudly and you both smile at each other.

─────

During your next shift, it's only John B and JJ.

"Well hello there boys."

JJ takes off his sunglasses off slowly and puts his arm on the counter. "Princess."

You try not to pay attention to how good his arms look with his gray tank top.

You're the one who breaks eye contact. You don't miss the little fist pump he does but you miss how his shoulders drop when you look at him after seeing how panic John B looks.

Oh, right.

"We need to get the biggest bowl of Sarah's favorite ice cream. Her monthly came to visit and John B, the sweetheart idiot he is, doesn't remember her flavor."

You make 'o' shape with your mouth. "Got it. It's the end of the world for him. Well lucky for you, I know it."

John B screams out, "I owe you one" as he grabs the cup container from you and runs out to the Van.

JJ puts money in the tip jar. "From future Sarah."

After you watch him put his sunglasses back on and the door bell rings when the door closes, Robin pinches your leg.

"Are you going to start helping me again with this or am I going to have to restock everything myself?"

Blushing, you say, "I'm not Steve."

She stops laughing after a few seconds to say, "I bet you that JJ knows his Princess favorite ice cream flavor."

"Shut up."

─────

Pope, Kiara, and JJ all give you a pointed look when they stop by the shop before seeing a movie. The movie you agreed to go to one minute but then the next you said "wait sorry, I have to work." and hanged up on JJ.

"I'm about to drag you and your cute stubborn ass out of here for once and all, Princess."

Kiara has a hand on her hip, when she says, "You need to take a break."

You close your eyes and throw your head back, annoyed that she's right. "You guys know how much I need this job and the money."

A look of understanding crosses JJ's face but he straightens himself and says in a stern voice, "You are also supposed to have fun with your friends once a while."

"I know that!" He doesn't flinch at you raising your voice.

Thinking he's used to it, your heart and face fall.

"I- I'm sorry. How about we all hangout tomorrow at the Chateau and relax? Or we can do anything you guys want to do. Let John B and Sarah know and-"

JJ strides behind the counter and pulls you in a hug. No one words are needed when you shove your face against his chest and catch your breathing.

Pope puts a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, JJ. We're going to be late."

"You know what? I'm actually in the mood for ice cream not theater popcorn. Go on without me."

Kiara tells you both goodbye and Pope mouths "whipped" and does the wrapped around a finger hand's motion as she pulls him away.

You look up at JJ. "You didn't have to do that."

"Do what?" His cocky grin becomes bigger when you roll your eyes before helping a costumer. He leaves the counter to sit at the table, hands on the bottom of his chin as he does silly faces from behind the stranger's shoulder.

─────

Steve looks up when he hears the bell ring and watches as JJ loses his step.

Before he can walk away, Steve says, "She will be back shortly. I sent her to the bank real quick for more change."

JJ lets the door close behind him. He takes a big breath in as he turns around. "You trust her that much, huh?"

"Don't you?"

JJ lets out a dark laugh. "It's different. You get payed to see her, I do it because I want to."

That's Steve's breaking point. "Okay, I don't understand why or how you started hating me the first time you met me but I think I can get a wild guess why. A attractive, couple of years older comes into her life. You're jealous over nothing, dude. I see her as annoying little sister. And yeah, I get payed to do this shitty job but when she's working too, she makes it fun."

"Are you done?" JJ is looking at anything but him.

"One more thing, don't waste anymore time."

Steve looks at the clock on the wall and figures you'll be back any minute.

"I have to get to work." JJ looks over his shoulder.

He opens his mouth but changes his mind, and closes it and walks out.

On the other side of the sidewalk, he doesn't stop when you call out his name.

──────

"Funny seeing you're here."

JJ slams his tray down on the table next to yours. "I work here."

He stops wiping it down and gets the sudden urge to squirt you with the cleaning product bottle when he hears you tapping your feet against the chair across on of your table.

When he looks around and notices there aren't a lot of people in the dinner room he sits down and huffs and puffs. "Why are you here?"

"What? You can come visit me at work but I can't?"

When you both notice another bus boy, you let JJ grab the nearest glass pitcher and pull you some water.

"Now you can't walk away and ignore me, like how you did a couple of hours ago."

"I'm sure Steve told you all about it." The biter in his voice makes you lean over the table to grab his hand.

He jumps but doesn't pull away.

"He told me that you came in the shop, you looked like a little lost puppy when you made eye contact with him instead of me. You guys actually had somewhat of a conversation, which, I'm surprised actually happened."

JJ smiles a little as you start spinning one of his rings. "Steve didn't tell me what it was about...at first."

JJ can't sit still.

He stands up and as he talks, he walks in pace. "He, he uh- shit. Fuck, okay. He got in my head. I couldn't talk to you cause I didn't want to say something that would ruin our friendship. I didn't even know how I would say it-to be honest, still don't but you're smart, I think you know where am I going with this-"

He stops talking, mid-sentence when you laugh. "JJ, just say it or I'll crush your ego by saying it first."

"I love you." He says it over and over again in the middle of the kisses after you say it back.

He stops when someone yells his name and tells him to get back to work.

You give him a quick peak and have to put your hands on top of his to move them off of your hips.

"I'll see you later, JJ. We can go watch a movie?"

"Sounds like a date, Princess."

[loove-persevering]

I Like How We Are (JJ X Reader)

Description: Kind of a request of JJ protecting the reader from a bad situation with Topper/Rafe!

This is my first OBX imagine! I hope you all enjoy I really would like to write more so if you have request hit me up dudessss!!!! 

 There was something about a bonfire on a beach that felt like home to you, it seemed to signalize the beginning of summer. The cold breeze of the water making it slightly more cold at night, and luminance spread across the beach everyone in their own comfortable element including you.

 The school year was finally over and it was just the beginning of June kicking of summer. It was a Pogue party, those were the only ones you enjoyed. Growing up a kook you had always been to fancy parties where it seemed like you were talking with people from the twilight zone. It was nice to sit back and relax and feel yourself without the fear of judgement, and without the expectations that were unspoken at those parties. Your parents were both in the real estate business, also owning a couple properties themselves that they would rent out to vacationers bringing in a pretty penny for your family. 

 You went to the best private school in the county, had a nice house, and also a great family. Your family wasn’t one to look down on others despite their money, they told you from an early age that having money didn’t mean you had it all, nor did it make you better than anyone else. Growing up in such a toxic environment filled with greed, and a elite perception you rarely found friends you connected with. Then you met Kie, it was randomly and you honestly can’t remember the process of becoming friends with her but you did. A few short months later she finally introduced you to the rest of the pogues JJ, Pope, and John B. 

 Little did you know they would become the greatest friends you ever had. Tonight you were hanging out with them, the beach was crowded with both Kooks and Pogues but you knew exactly where you belonged in the distinct line. Of course you saw people from your school and would say hey when they would notice you around. You were sitting with your back pressed against a log around a small fire, JJ was on your right and Kie was on your left with Pope and John B sitting across from you. 

 You slump over leaning your head against JJ who was mid conversation with Pope, you can see John B holding back a grin as well as Pope. ‘’You may not be a full Pogue Y/N, but you know our rule!’’ John B says grinning at you playfully. 

 You roll your eyes, ‘’Good thing most would identify me as a Kook then,’’ You say sticking your tongue out at him and he laughs. You glance up to JJ who was looking down at you a slight smile on his face, ‘’Do you mind?’’ You ask him. 

‘‘Not at all me lady,’‘ He says jokingly. You smile at him finally turning your attention back to John B and Pope who were now in a similar position as you and JJ. 

‘‘Do you mind?’‘ John B asks Pope in a very high pitched exaggerated voice.

‘‘Not at all me lady,’‘ He say, John B takes his hand flipping it over his shoulder attempting to make fun of you. ‘‘Talk about macking guys,’‘ He says earning a laugh from everyone. 

‘‘Give them a break, I’m sure you’d be the exact same if you had a girl!’‘ Kie says defending you. 

 To say you had a crush on JJ was the understatement of the year and Kie knew that. When you first started hanging out with them you were beyond shy, you felt as if you were just the odd ball out considering they had all been friends way longer. JJ was the first to make you feel comfortable, of course John B and Pope did too but JJ was different. He would always crack jokes with you, always make sure you were included when you would dismiss yourself to the side, and just make sure a smile was always on your face. It was an initiative nobody had ever taken before, not that you had dated let alone shown interest in anyone else before. 

After a few minute of hovering a conversation you push yourself up off of JJ, when you look at him he looked a little disappointed you could say. ‘’I’ll be right back,’’ You say offering him a smile. ‘’Anyone want another drink?’’ You ask Kie being the only one to want another. 

As you walked away you took a quick glance back only to meet JJ watching you walk away, he smiles when he realizes you noticed him watching you and you turn your head trying to hide your smile. Knowing if JJ actually thought of you as anything more than a friend was frustrating? Yeah that’s exactly how you would put it, frustrating. There would be times like a few minutes ago where you would feel like he possibly felt the same way, and then there were days he would just kind of turn it off? 

 You shook your head at the confusing thought, you were grateful that tonight was one of the nights he seemed to be into it rather than pushing you away. You finally make it up to the keg grabbing two cups and pouring you and Kie some, you were just about finished when you felt someone come up behind you their arm wrapping around your waist. 

‘‘What the hell?’‘ You ask pulling away from whoever it was, only to turn around and find out it was Topper and Rafe along with a few of their other friends. ‘’Topper,’’ You say feeling a sigh of relief, the boy was practically harmless but lately he seemed to be hanging out with a different crowd and didn’t seem like the same boy you had always known. 

 You saw the slight red tint to Toppers face and the beer stains down his shirt, ‘’You look great tonight Y/N,’’ Topper says to you.

You push a piece of your hair out of your face laughing awkwardly, ‘’Oh, thanks Top.’’ You say. 

‘‘Wanna get out of here with us?’‘ He says and Rafe comes up behind him wrapping his arm around Topper’s shoulder. 

‘‘Yeah, come with!’‘ Rafe says. 

‘‘I’m good,’‘ You say awkwardly. ‘‘I’m here with some friends anyway,’‘ You say offering Topper a small smile.

‘‘You mean with your pogue friends?’‘ Rafe asks. 

‘‘With my friends,’‘ You clarify. ‘‘And they’re probably wondering where I am.’‘ You say attempting to take a step forward but Rafe blocks you before you take another step. 

‘‘You really gonna let her turn you down for them?’‘ Rafe asks his hand gesturing over to the small bonfire you sat at a few minutes ago. ‘‘Topper come on man, grow a pair.’‘ Rafe encourages him. 

Topper looks hesitant at first but gives in anyway, ‘’Come on Y/N,’’ He says grabbing one of the cups out of your hand and taking a swig of it. Topper makes his way over to you wrapping his arm around your waist once again pulling you to his side aggressively causing you to spill your drink slightly against his polo shirt. ‘’Awww,’’ He sighs glancing down at the stain. ‘’Now you owe me!’’ He says and you look at him a little confused. He takes the drink out of your hand throwing it into the sand and before you knew what happened Topper was bent down trying to pick you up, before he could you take a step back avoiding him. He takes a step forward when you take a step back and instinctively you reach your arms out pushing him away from you. 

‘‘What the hell Topper?’‘ You say raising your voice. 

‘‘I’m just playing around Y/N,’‘ He says reaching out for your hand grabbing your wrist tightly. ‘’You ignore us all summer to hang out with them when is it our turn?’’ He asks his words slurred slightly. 

You try and yank your wrist away from Topper but his grip was pretty strong. You were completely at a stand still in the situation, that was until Toppers grip from your hand was finally gone and he was laying against the sand. You look up in shock seeing JJ standing next to you everyone else following behind in a panic. 

‘‘You don’t touch her!’‘ He yells out at Topper. You walk over to JJ pressing your hand against his chest trying to get him away from the situation, the last thing he needed to be involved in was another fight. ‘’You don’t touch her,’’ He repeats again as you push him back. 

‘‘JJ, come on.’‘ You say to him staring at him straight in the eyes, ‘‘Let’s go,’‘ You say and for a second you see him calm down his eyes now filled with more concern rather than anger. ‘‘I’m okay, I’m fine. Let’s go please,’‘ You continue to try and sway him away from the situation. 

You quickly glance behind seeing Rafe helping Topper off the ground saying something to him, Topper glances up at you finally making eye contact his face blank with emotion. ‘’Y/N gets around enough, only a matter of time until she’s gone through the whole group and she makes her way back to us.’’ Topper says and you turn around and narrow your eyes at him confused why he would say anything like that. 

 At Toppers words you felt JJ spin back around taking off toward him yanking out of the grip you had on his arm. ‘’JJ!’’ You yell running back over to him just as his fist slams in to Toppers face once again knocking him to the ground. JJ stands above Topper lying on the ground blood running from his lip, then in a split second JJ was pushed to the ground by Rafe who was probably counting on his side of anger. 

His fist slams into JJ’s face repeatedly until John B and Pope make their way over trying to pull him off which only causes more of Rafes friends to jump into the fight. Rafe stands up as John B and Pope are trying to get past the other guys blocking them, Rafe starts to kick JJ in his abdomen a few times before John B finally makes his way over aggressively pushing him away so he could no longer make any kicks. 

 ‘’Cops!’’ You hear someone yell. 

You try and rush over to JJ who was still on the ground completely concerned with him rather than what was happening with Rafe. ‘’JJ come on,’’ You say your hand pressing against his cheek softly. ‘’We have to go,’’ You tell him. When you look back to get help John B, Pope, and Kie were all right behind you. You look over seeing Rafe and Topper running away and the blue lights were only getting closer. 

‘‘We have to get him up,’‘ You say to them. John B and Pope go to help him off the ground and he groans. 

‘‘Cops are coming man,’‘ Pope tells JJ. Once JJ slightly gets his footing you make your way to the van, almost everyone had already cleared off the beach by then. 

The drive back to John Bs seemed longer than usual, but you knew JJ had some pain so maybe it was just excruciatingly long because all you could do was stare at the dried blood on his face and the slight echo of a bruise forming around some spots of his face. When you did finally arrive John B and Pope walk him in laying him down on the bed and Kie and you stood at the door, ‘’I’m gonna go get something for his cuts,’’ You say. 

 You make your way to the bathroom grabbing a cloth and some alcohol and go back to the bedroom making your way over to JJ on the bed. ‘’You’re so-’’ You begin to tell him but you sigh falling short of words. 

 ‘’We’ll give you all a minute,’’ Kie says coughing. You hear them shuffle out closing the door behind them. 

You pour some alcohol onto the cloth pressing it against his face causing him to wince. ‘’It could’ve been worse,’’ You inform him. 

‘‘Tell that to my ribs,’‘ He says trying to push himself up.

‘‘I’m gonna look okay?’‘ You ask him and he nods slowly. Pulling up his shirt slowly you saw few red marks some of them already having some bruising around them. And then you saw some others that had more of a yellow look to them and you furrow your eyebrows taking your hand and gently placing it over them tracing the outline of it. ‘‘JJ these aren’t new are they?’‘ You ask him glancing up making eye contact with him. 

He stares at you for a second as if he was debating his next choice of words, ‘’My dad,’’ He sighs and it was all he had to say. You open your mouth to say something but close it again when you realize you were at a loss for words. JJ was a man that constantly put his neck out for other people, always the selfless one of the group and right under your noses he was suffering. ‘’Don’t uh- say anything to the others.’’ He says now sounding nervous. 

 Still at a loss for words you don’t say anything you just continue to clean the few cuts and scrapes he had. Every once in a while he would wince and you’d apologize earning a confirmation he was okay, once you had finally finished cleaning them up as best as you could you sit the bottle on the night stand and hand the cloth on top of the bottle. When you glance back over at JJ he was looking at you an unreadable expression on his face. ‘’Thank you,’’ You tell him. ‘’For stepping in.’’ 

‘‘Like I would let some guy treat you like that,’‘ He says. 

‘‘What he said was a lie too you know that? That I get around or whatever?’‘ You tell him. 

He lets out a small laugh, ‘’I know that,’’ He says sounding sure. 

You don’t say anything for a few moments after that and just look down at your hands picking off the nail polish you had only put on the day before. ‘’You’re a great friend JJ,’’ You tell him. 

‘‘Well thank you me lady,’‘ He says trying to lighten the mood. ‘‘I don’t like to see you sad.’‘ 

‘’Well, I don’t like to see you like this!’‘ You tell him gesturing to his state at the moment. He opens his arms as if for a hug and you fall into them resting your head against his chest carefully. ‘‘You should get some sleep,’‘ You tell him adjusting your head so your chin was resting on his chest and you were looking up at him and he smiled down at you softly. You move your body forward slightly letting yourself press a small kiss upon his cheek, ‘‘Tell anyone I did that and I’ll never hear the end of it.’‘ You say laughing. 

‘‘That is something I think I’ll keep to myself.’‘ He answers back. You smile at him graciously laying your head back down against his chest. Maybe one day you would tell JJ that you wished you could do that every day and not just when he was hurt. ‘’Y/N?’’ He asks his hand now playing with a strand of your hair. 

‘‘Yeah?’‘ You ask. 

‘‘I like this,’‘ He says. ‘‘How we are with each other.’‘ 

You smile to yourself, ‘’Me too,’’ you sigh, ‘’Me too.’’ 

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REQUEST: OPEN

Thanks for reading! If you want to see more please send request and I will try to get to them! If I don’t complete your imagine please don’t be offended I have over 20 drafts I just want to feel like it’s the best imagine I can write before I post and sometimes I just get side tracked! Thanks for understanding!:)

[julesclues]

fake dating

“please talk to me about it” // chapter 5

warnings: mentions of sex and verbal abuse

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3.35k

you wake up with a pounding headache. you thought maybe hitting your head a couple times on the wall would be better than what you were experiencing right now. you groan and look over at the nightstand next to your bed. you grab your phone and you gasp in nervousness. you had 23 miss calls from your mom and over 100 texts wondering where you were. “fuck,” you whisper, and roll to your side. your body collides with another, and you scream. “woah princess, relax, it’s me,” you hear them say. it was jj. “god jj,” you moan. he smirks and you give him a look. “when i imagine you moaning my name, it definitely doesn’t look like this,” he states. you roll your eyes and giggle with a deep red blush creeping up on your face. you slap his shoulder lightly, remembering the events from last night, and look back down at your phone. “you’re so immature,” you complain. “i have to call my parents back,” you say, sitting up. jj stretches and groans, still laying down. “us having sex reminded you of your parents?” he asks jokingly, and you let out a tiny gasp. “might i remind you jj, we didn’t have sex!” he chuckles and so do you. “i know, i know,” he sighs, pretending to be hurt. “your mom thinks we did though.” your eyes widen. “oh crap, i forgot about that,” you say, while dialing your mom’s number and hitting the ‘call’ button.

she immediately answers and starts yelling at you. “y/n i’ve been calling you all night! where are you! i was worried sick!” you look back at jj and he sits up, not breaking eye contact with you. “i’m with jj mom. we’re at john–“ she cuts you off before you can finish. “oh god y/n! i was so worried! you can’t just run off with your boyfriend to do god knows what and not tell your mother!” you sigh and get up from the bed. “mom, please. i’m fine! i’m with jj,” you repeat. ”what if something happened to you?” she asks, not knowing you had that whole confrontation with rafe. you look down at your bruised knuckles from hitting rafe in the face. you smile slightly from the satisfaction of the memory. “nothing would’ve happened to me!” you yell, pacing the room, feeling jj’s eyes follow you. “i was with jj, okay? i know you were nervous, and i’m so sorry, i lost track of time. but i wasn’t alone ma. he’ll protect me.” you turn to him and he smirks. “i’ll use protection all right,” he whispers, and you groan is disgust.

“stop being horny,” you whisper. “what did you say?” your mom asks from the other side of the phone. “nothing mom,” you say quickly, and jj laughs. “was that jj?” you hear your mom question from the other side of the phone. “yes ma.. look, i’ll be home soon, okay?” she sighs and says okay, saying she loves you and that she’ll see you soon.

“oh and one more thing y/n,” she adds on. “your father is really mad at you. he was worried too.” you scoff in disbelief. your father being worried about you? please. “yeah, sure he was mom. i bet he was shitting his pants,” you say sarcastically. jj knew you were talking about your dad. he had noticed some tension the other day he was at your house for dinner. especially when he brought it up and you shot him down. he knew something more was going on behind the scenes. he wanted to be there for you. he wanted to be the one you went to first when you needed comfort. he didn’t want you to go through anything by yourself. he knew how lonely and broken it could make a person feel.

“watch your language y/n! he was worried. just cut him some slack, okay?” you scoff after hearing your mother’s words. for all of your life, your father has treated you no better than trash. only when there were people around was when he would actually act like a father. his worry your mom kept constantly talking about, was actually a disguise for anger. he never showed it in front of your mom or little sister, but he would get really enraged when it came to you. that’s why when you tried to get help, no one would believe you. he thankfully never laid a hand on you, but there’s a first time for everything.

“whatever mom.. look, i have to go, okay?” you say, seeing jj get up and look through his closet for a better outfit other than pajamas. “okay okay. just be back in time for dinner please. oh, and bring jj!” you pinch the bridge of your nose, wishing you could just go back to bed. “mom come on, i don’t think jj would want to come back. dad’s just going to rip into him again, like he always does!” your mother huffs in anger. “y/n l/n bring your boyfriend for dinner and stop talking bad about your father!”

“goodbye mom,” you say, ignoring her and hanging up. “trouble in paradise?” jj asks, taking off his shirt to exchange it for another. you nod in agreement, biting the inside of your mouth. “what’s wrong?” he asks, slipping the shirt over his head. “why? does it look like something is wrong?” you ask back. “you bite the inside of your lip when you’re stressed,” he comments, whiling pointing to his own mouth. “you noticed that?” you question. why would jj be noticing things that not even your parents knew about you?

“yeah,” he says casually. he starts taking off his pants and your eyes go wide. “woah!” you exclaim, turning around. he laughs, as you hear the noise of his pants on the floor. your cheeks were as red as a tomato and if you were to turn around, you thought they would explode. “you’ve seen me without pants before y/n,” he says, walking to his closet to find shorts to wear. “th-that’s different,” you stutter. “you w-were in your swimsuit.” you hear him grunt while lifting up the pair of shorts. he grabs your arm and spins you around to look at him. “here,” he says, giving you his sweatshirt and some shorts. “where’d you get the girl shorts from?” you laugh. he laughs along with you and thinks. “honestly, i don’t know. they look about your size. some girl must’ve left them here.” your eyes widen as you realize what he meant. “ew! i don’t wanna wear one of your girl toy’s shorts! how did she even leave without pants..?” jj shrugs while yawning. “i’m going to the bathroom. just wear the clothes,” he says, ignoring your question.

before you could protest, jj walks into the spare bathroom and you groan, looking down at the clothes. since you didn’t think you were going to sleep over john b’s, jj gave you one of his t-shirts and boxers to sleep in. he would never admit it to you, but he thought you looked absolutely adorable in his clothes.

you start to change out of your, well, jj’s, clothes. you slip the sweatshirt over your head and almost instantly feel warmth. you take in the minor scent of weed, but the major scent of cologne. jj always found a way to smell amazing, even if he was smoking for hours straight. you loved it.

you slipped on the shorts of the unknown woman, feeling a little disgusting. you were bare foot, so you tried to find some slides or flip flops jj had that would miraculously fit you. you open his closet and are greeted by a strong whiff of his scent. his closet was actually well organized, unlike his room. you hear the toilet flush and jj walks out almost instantly, making eye contact with you. “i need shoes,” you chuckle nervously. he eyes you up and down, before meeting your e/c orbs once more. “you look hot in my clothes,” he grins. “oh my god, shut up,” you groan, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. “you love it,” he smirks, walking closer to you. he comes right in front of you, so tall, he might as well be hovering. “the shoes are right here,” he says in a low voice, pointing to the bottom of his closet, but still making eye contact with you. you turn your eyes from his to the shoes, and smile. “thank you!” you say enthusiastically, bending down to grab the shoes.

you felt jj still eyeing you. not knowing whether he was looking at your head or your ass, you didn’t really care. you looked hella good in those shorts anyways.

you stand back up and slip the slides on, looking up at jj. “oh i almost forgot,” you say, looking in the mirror to fix your hair. “my mom wants you to come for dinner tonight. wanna come?”

“i’ll go anywhere with you my love,” he jokes, and you chuckle. “shut up doofus.” he smiles widely and laughs. “doofus? is that a new nickname?” you turn to him and smile. “yep,” you speak softly, popping the p.

you both walk out of jj’s room, and are greeted with pope and john b. “why hello lovebirds,” john b says, raising his eyebrows. you chuckle and sit down at the kitchen island, while jj plops down on the couch. pope hands you a water bottle and you thank him while yawning. “good morning,” you smile. john b laughs and you give him a confused look. “it’s 2:30,” he chuckles. “i think you mean good afternoon.” your eyes widen when you realize you have to be at your house by 3:00. “babe, we gotta go,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the couch with a grunt. “where are you two going? gonna go mack on each other?” john b comments, making a small blush rise up to your cheeks. “john b!” you yelp. “w-we’re going to dinner at my house,” you stutter, making jj laugh. still holding jj’s hand, you walk out of john b’s house and start walking down the street.

“you’re still holding my hand love, not that i’m complaining,” jj exclaims. you go to let go of his hand, but his grip tightens. “what’re you doing?” you ask jj. “the pouges arent here, it’s okay,” you add. “isn’t it one of the rules though? to hold hands?” you smile at the small gesture, hoping he didn’t realize you were flustered. “yo-you’re right.” quit the stuttering, you think to yourself. “then let’s go,” he says confidently.

20 minutes pass and you two finally make it to your house. you let go of jj’s hand, and groan. “my hand hurts so much,” you sigh. not saying anything, jj opens the door for you and you thank him. you’re immediately pulled into a long, awkward hug with your mom. “woah, relax ma, i’m good,” you speak in her shoulder, hesitantly wrapping your arms around her small body. “i was so worried about you! what is wrong with you?” she questions as she pulls away and slaps your chest. you roll your eyes and look into hers. “please calm down mom. i’m okay. jj and i left the midsummers early and went back to john b’s house.” she gives you a glare and squints her eyes. “and what did you do decide to do, hm?” she asks, making you groan and blush a bit. “m-mom can we just eat dinner please?” you laugh awkwardly. she finally agrees, and leads both you and jj to the kitchen, where your dad and little sister sat.

your dad looked pissed, but you tried your best not to make eye contact with him. no eye contact meant that you wouldn’t have to stir up a conversation about where you and jj were, what you were doing, and why you didn’t answer the million texts your mother sent you. you and jj sit down next to each other, as your mother walks to the stove to put the chicken in the oven. jj senses how tense you are, so he puts his hand on your thigh. you stiffen up a bit before relaxing into his touch. you were wearing shorts, so you felt the coolness of both his fingertips and rings. you don’t turn your head, but you move your eyes to look at him. he is eyeing your father, while your father is looking at your mother in the kitchen.

“so,” your father starts, making you look up at him. “where were you yesterday?” you look at jj and he gives you a small smile, calming you down a bit. “i was at midsummers but jj and i left early.” you didn’t want to tell him about the fight that went down. he would never let you hang out with jj or the other pouges ever again. “why did you leave? so you and your boy toy could get it on?” you gasp in offense and glare at your father. “my boy toy?!” you yell, as jj squeezes your thigh a bit, to try and calm you down. you ignore it, and the butterflies it sent to your stomach, and continue to get mad at your dad. “jj is my boyfriend,” you emphasize. “he’s not some fling, or something i use just to feel pleasure! he’s my boyfriend and i love him so get your shit together and be happy for me for once!” your father stands up with a loud bang, scaring both you and your sister. “dad..” your sister whispers, not used to seeing him like this. you, however, have seen him like this more times than you can count. “you’re a good for nothing whore y/n! of course jj would only be using you for your body! you think he really loves you? how could he? you’re you. and there’s no cure for that,” he hisses harshly. you take a sharp breath in, as your eyes goes wide.

“wow,” you chuckle sadly, standing up, making jj’s hand fall from your thigh. “why don’t you tell everyone how you really feel.” your eyes glisten with tears as you look at jj. “go home, okay? i’ll talk to you later.” before he could say anything, you run upstairs and slam your door.

jj turns to your father and slams his fist on the table. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he screams. your father is taken aback by the anger in the blonde’s voice. “excuse me?” he scoffs in offense. “how dare you speak about y/n like that? i love her! i would never use her for her body. sure, we might be young, but she taught me what love is. i fell in love with her, and i’m glad i did. you’re her father. you’re supposed to love her when no one else does, or when no one else will. you’re supposed to be there for her no matter what. you’re a sorry excuse for a dad and i really hope you get help because you’ve just lost your daughter for good.”

not wanting to hear your father’s response or reaction, jj runs upstairs after you and violently knocks on the door. “leave me alone,” you cry. “y/n,” jj whispers sincerely. once you hear that it’s him, the door almost swings open immediately. you stand in front of him, your hair frizzy and eyes red and puffy. “i thought you were going home,” you sniffle. he looks at you with sad eyes and walks in your room, shutting the door with his foot behind him. “are you okay?” he asks, as you lay down on your bed. he comes to the other side and lays down next to you. he turns his head to look at you and you do the same. “yeah,” you answer falsely. his eyebrows twitch as he waits for you to continue. however, nothing else comes. “you’re not okay,” he says and you look up at the ceiling. “please talk to me about it,” he exclaims softly. you turn back to him with soft eyes, and just his look alone makes you break down.

you sob, as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest. “he always says shit like this,” you cry. your tears were getting jj’s sweatshirt wet, but he didn’t care one bit. he just hugged you tighter, hoping that if he hugged you tight enough, he could just squeeze all the sadness out. “he’s only mean to me. not my sister, not my mother. just me. what did i do so wrong that he does this? he verbally abuses me jj. he doesn’t hit me, but my god, it hurts so bad.” you knew you were putting yourself in a vulnerable place in front of jj, but you didn’t care. if anyone understood what you were going through, it was him. and you were glad to finally have someone to talk to.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair as your head rests on his chest. his other hand is rubbing your back up and down, giving you chills. you giggle softly at the feeling of his fingertips and he looks down at you. “why are you laughing?” he asks with a small smile. he loved seeing you laugh. “you’re tickling me,” you admit. you lifts your chin up with his hand and raises his eyebrows. “oh yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “like this?” all of a sudden, he starts tickling your sides and stomach, making you laugh in excitement. “jj!” you yell as you laugh hard. his hands go everywhere as you try to wiggle out of his embrace, but it’s no use. he flips you over so you’re under him, and he’s on top of you, still tickling you. “okay, okay! jj, please!” you yell in laughter, tears coming out of your eyes and you move your head back and forth. he finally stops and looks down at you, as you pant trying to catch your breath.

“you’re beautiful,” he admits in a whisper. “shut up maybank,” you say with a blush, smacking him lightly in the chest. “thank you for making me feel better,” you say as you still stare into your eyes. “of course.” your eyes flicker to his lips for a quick second, wondering what it must feel like to kiss them. they must be soft, but when he’s kissing you, he’s probably rough. you try to remove the thought from your head, but when you look back up to his eyes, they’re on your lips now.

“j..?” you whisper. “yeah?” he asks in the same tone if voice. “i wa–“

ring ring

your phone rings loudly, making you jump in nervousness. you turn your head to your nightstand, as jj let’s go of you and gets off, clearing his throat with a slight blush on his cheeks. “it’s kie,” you grunt, getting off the bed, trying to forget the moment you two almost had. maybe you were just imagining it. yeah, you say to yourself. i was imagining it.

“hello?” you say, answering the phone. “hey y/n,” you hear her say. “we’re having a kegger tonight. you and jj coming?” you turn to jj and pretend to drink something, your secret signal for a kegger. he nods with a small smile. you turn around and pace around the room. “we’ll be there,” you say in excitement. “john b!” she yells. “they’ll be there!” she repeats in a scream, and you hear john b mumble an “okay.”

you hang up the phone and turn to jj. “i really don’t feel like going downstairs right now,” you admit. he smiles widely at you and plops on your bed. “what’re ya doing loser?” you ask, sitting down next to him. “let’s watch a movie!” he says, turning on your tv. “or, you know, netflix and chill,” he smirks. you roll your eyes and groan. “you’re so inappropriate maybank!”

“only for you my love.”

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[obxlife]

Mark (JJ x Reader)

A/N: Fun fact, I’ve never written a blurb before but from what I understand it’s just a short fic…??? I think? Anyway, I tried to write this shorter than what I usually write and that didn’t work out but whatever. Also, I’m sorry this took so long but my semester is almost over (I think I have a month of school left), so I’m pretty much collapsing under schoolwork. But here it is!!!!

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 2,144

Request: omg wait what ab a blurb where you're secretly macking on jj and you're john b's twin sister and he sees hickies on your neck and gets protective??

Summary: What the request says lol

Warnings: HICKIESSSS (it’s actually only one but whatever), swearing, and fluff. Also, a make-out session right at the beginning and underage drinking

MARK

“Good morning!” you spoke out to your brother while rubbing your eyes. John B was in the kitchen making some eggs when you walked in. “Where’s JJ?”

“He’s outside rolling some blunts for today,” he explained as he turned off the stove. You turned towards the window, noticing that the blond was, indeed, rolling some blunts. You smiled and walked out the door towards him. He was seated on the hammock, so you easily sneaked up behind him and snaked your arms over his shoulders. 

“Hi,” you whispered out. You felt JJ smile and press a kiss against your arm. You quickly pulled it away with wide eyes. “What are you doing, JJ? What if John B sees us?”

“Relax, Y/N,” he replied while finishing the last blunt. “He wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back towards the house, wanting to get dressed for the day. The smile that was plastered upon your face from just thinking about JJ would probably remain there for a while, and you swore you could feel your cheeks blush. 

You and JJ had been sneaking around for some while now. It had all begun after a kegger where John B had gotten drunk and you and JJ had taken care of him. That night, you ended up confessing your feelings to each other (and almost sleeping together, although that was another story) before promising to not tell any of the other Pogues about your relationship. It was the best to do, seeing as John would probably hate JJ if he knew his best friend was screwing his sister and because of the rule in your tight-knit friend group. 

Walking back into the Chateau, you turned towards the bathroom just as JJ entered the house. He took a seat next to John B, his eyes trailing your body as you moved into your room and then into the bathroom. He was pulled out of his thoughts by his brunett best friend snapping his fingers before JJ’s eyes.

“Hey, no staring at her. You know she’s off-limits, bro,” your twin said sternly. JJ knew you couldn’t hear them speaking as the water was running and you were singing softly from inside the restroom. 

The blond could only smirk at his friend’s words. “Yeah, I know,” he said. JJ did know that you were off-limits, but he didn’t care. It had been years of suffering about his feelings for you and now that he had you, there was no way he was letting you go. Not because of John B or anyone.

JJ’s mind turned towards last night after JB had already gone to bed. You had both been messing around, whispering and moaning into each other’s ears as you made out. JJ had pinned you down to the bed and your legs had been wrapped around his waist, and all JJ could process about that moment was how good you tasted. He couldn’t wait to do that again. 

John B had noticed that his friend had spaced out, but frankly, he didn’t care much. JJ had been acting that way ever since he had gotten together with you, and John B had gotten used to his weird antics. At first, when your brother would question your boyfriend’s actions, JJ would only shake his head and say he was remembering a Touron he had slept with a while ago. After receiving the same answer a couple of times in a row, John B had backed off, assuming his friend was telling the truth. 

What John B always failed to notice was how you would smirk and share a brief moment of eye contact with his blond best friend every time that happened. It was almost as if you were both relishing in how oblivious he was. 

JJ was still imagining your body naked under his when you exited the bathroom and found him alone at the table. Your brother pushed you aside to step into the shower and you gladly left to your room, discarding your used clothes from before and skipping towards the kitchen. 

JJ was still daydreaming. You swung your leg over his lap and took a seat above him, shaking him out of his thoughts. His hands automatically came down to your waist and pulled you closer to him, squeezing softly before trailing up to hold your face. You both leaned in to kiss, knowing that John B took long showers and you had a while before you were going to be interrupted. 

JJ’s tongue darted out of his mouth to swipe across your bottom lip as his hand began to move towards your back. You opened your mouth to him, loving the way he could make you feel so aroused by only kissing you. His hand moved even further down until it was resting on your butt, squeezing the flesh there until you moaned. You broke away, panting softly, but JJ dived for your neck. He found your sweet spot, right below your right ear, and began to suck and leave open-mouthed kisses on your scorching skin. You knew he was going to leave a hickey upon your skin, but it felt so good you didn’t want him to stop. Besides, you could always cover your neck with your hair. 

“JJ…,” you moaned out to him. He only gave your butt another squeeze before moving back to admire his work. The skin was already bruising and he smirked. JJ loved leaving marks on you, the many hickeys that were covered by your bikini were evidence of that. 

Just then, you heard the shower head turn off, so you removed yourself from JJ’s lap. He pouted and tried to pull you back towards him, but you only laughed. Once John B stepped out of the bathroom, he found you standing at the counter, and JJ still at the table. Your twin went to his room, discarding his clothes just like you had done a while ago, and then headed towards the kitchen. 

“C’mon, you two,” he said to you and your boyfriend. “We have to pick Pope and Kie up.”

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The sun was beating down on your skin, and unless you stayed in the water at all times, you really felt as if you were melting. 

John B was drinking a beer, strewn across the seat behind the wheel of the HMS Pogue. Pope was sitting on the floor in front of the wheel, his legs above the landing of the bow. Kiara was still in the water with JJ, and you were laying on the bow sunbathing, but it got to be too much.

You stood up and headed towards the cooler that was perched near the engine. Opening it, you took out a beer, but as you heard Kie and JJ hop back on the deck, you took two more out. You gave them each one of the bottles, the dew around them making your fingers wet. 

You felt sweat trickle down the back of your neck, making you cringe. There was nothing more you hated than the feeling of sweat. You grabbed the hair tie around your wrist and pulled your hair up into a bun.

You bikini felt sticky and it made you uncomfortable, so you passed on your beer to John B as began to fix your top.

“What the fuck is that?” he suddenly voiced out, standing up and holding on to your face. Your eyes widened and caught on to JJ’s eyes, which were just as wide. “What is this - this mark?”

“Uh, I burnt myself with a curling iron?”

John B gave you a deadpanned look. “We don’t own a curling iron.”

Kie began to laugh as she approached you and got a closer look at your neck. “No way! That hickey is huge!”

JJ smirked at this comment.

Pope also stared at it with wide eyes, and you tried to free your face from your twin brother’s hands. You couldn’t leave his grip, and he was still inspecting it. 

“Who did this?” John B growled out. You remained quiet, biting onto your bottom lip. “Who the fuck did this?”

John B noticed your eyes flitting around nervously, never staying focusing in one place. 

“Y/N, I swear to God if you don’t tell me I-”

“It was JJ!” you screamed, not being able to hold it in anymore. The blond’s eyes widened at your outburst, just like everyone else’s. No one had a clue you and JJ were macking on each other, but soon their eyes went back to normal, realizing how much sense it made.

There had always been tension between the both of you, and it was obvious to anybody that you both cared for each other a lot more than you cared for the rest of your friends. Pope and Kie broke out into smile and congratulations, but you and JJ remained stiff. You were still waiting for John B to react. 

“JJ,” he called out. His voice was low and deadly as if he was having trouble containing his anger. “You have two seconds before I kill you.”

Your boyfriend didn’t even hesitate. He placed the beer down and jumped over the boat knowing that John B wouldn’t follow him into the water as he was a better swimmer than your brother.

John let go of your face and turned towards where JJ had been two seconds ago. 

“JB, calm down!” you said to him. 

“Calm down?” he repeated, turning to glare at you. The anger in his eyes was terrifying. “I fucking told him many times that you were off-limits!”

You scoffed. “So, what? You made me off-limits just because I’m your sister?”

“Yes,” he replied. The tone of his voice implied as if this was something obvious. You just didn’t understand why John B had a say in who you wanted to date. 

As a screaming match began between you two, Pope and Kie moved to the bow to help JJ back onto the boat. The blond didn’t get on completely, ready to jump back in just in case his best friend went crazy on him again.

“Why is this such a problem to you?” you suddenly burst out, screaming in your brother’s face. 

“Because you two, the most fucking important people in my life, will break up and then I’ll be in between and I don’t want that!”

That was not what you were expecting. Your eyes softened as John B turned around and got behind the wheel. He turned the motor of the boat on and headed back towards the Chateau.

Nobody dared to talk. They knew this was something between you and him. And so you approached him as gently as you could and grabbed onto his arm. You felt how tense he was.

“John,” you called out to him. He didn’t turn to look at you, and you knew he was just being difficult. You noticed how his brows perked up a bit and you knew he was listening. “I know you’re worried about both of us. But I really love JJ and I know he loves me too. And there’s nothing he could do to make me hate him. So even if we break up, I would still want to be his friend.”

John B’s arm seemed to become less tense, and JJ approached both you and your brother slowly. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Whatever she said.”

You and John broke out in laughter, knowing that JJ never was good at expressing his feelings. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your neck and you blushed. You weren’t used to so much PDA.

John B finally smiled at the both of you before scowling again. “Ground rules,” he stated. He turned the wheel again and you noticed you’d be arriving back home in a couple of minutes.

“No kissing in front of me,” John B said while raising one finger. “No talking about your sex lives with me.” 

Another one of his fingers went up. “And no sex until Y/N is eigteen.”

You groaned and blushed even harder than before. John B pulled to a stop as you screamed out, “Really, JB?”

Your twin only nodded. “I’m taking over dad’s role since he isn’t here. Am I clear?”

The question was pointed at JJ, who only had a smirk on his face. “Well, about the last rule.”

John B’s anger returned. He already knew what his friend was going to say. “It’s way too late for that, bubba.”

And just like that, JJ was off, stumbling down the dock and into the house for hiding. You could hear his giggles escape him, and your giggles joined his in the afternoon air. 

“JJ!” John B yelled while following after him. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”