#jj maybank hurt/comfort

[mariespen]

The Love in Pain ☾ ﾟ ｡⋆

jj maybank x fem!reader - hurt/comfort ✩°｡ summary: the one and only time JJ wasn't there. warnings: mild description of nausea, description of injury, hurt/comfort, mild swearing

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Your legs intertwined with JJ’s as you relaxed onto his body. The two of you sat together at the chateau, half-listening to what Pope and John B were rambling about. You felt JJ’s soft touch absentmindedly drawing shapes into your thigh while your fingers danced across his own. 

“It belonged to one of Denmark Tanny’s close friends, maybe it’ll connect the dots.” Pope said, looking around the room at you, JJ, John B, Kiara, and Sarah.

“It’s far fetched, Pope.” John B replied.

You perked up at the spark of an argument, starting to listen in more to what they were saying. JJ looked at you, confused, until he listened in too and made the same connection that you did.

“It’s not!” Pope protested, opening his mouth to start reasoning again before John B cut him off.

“It’s an old abandoned house, man. There’s been nothing there for years.” He sighed, still feeling let down from their previously failed attempts to find out more about the legendary gold.

You sat up, squirming out of JJ’s hold on you to listen in, hearing Pope slowly convince John B. Your first reaction was the urge to go with them. JJ hasn’t let you go on any of the adventures yet, but you were ready to fight him on it.

“I’ll go.” You announced and JJ immediately sat up after you, looking at you with immediate denial. 

Pope’s eyes shot up and the rest of the pogues looked at you, waiting for JJ to say something. JJ met your eyes, looking at you like he was looking at a crazy person.

“No, we already talked about this.” He said, grabbing your cheeks with his hand and pinching them softly, turning your face to meet his eyes when he sensed that you weren’t listening, “Baby, look at me. Absolutely not.” 

“Jayj-“ you started trying to give him the most innocent look you could muster up.

“No! Completely not okay.” He repeated, letting you go and sitting back on the couch, arms crossed at his chest.

“C’mon dude.. if she wants to go..” John B said, smiling at you.

“Really not helping my case here, man.” JJ said, rolling his eyes and pulling you back down to his chest, holding you close before you sprung back up.

“JJ come on! I’ll stay out of your way I promise!” You protested, looking at him like your life depended on this.

“Absolutely not,” He said, shifting to pick you off of his lap and standing up, “You’re damned if you think I’m bringing my girl into this.” He finished, walking off.

“He’s happy tonight.” Kiara scoffed, crossing her legs and giving you an apologetic smile, “If it helps, he’s the only one who doesn’t want you to go with.” She said, shrugging it off.

But you clung to it, rolling your eyes and laying back down on the couch, feeling lonely without JJ. While they kept talking, you got up, going to find out just how pissed off your boyfriend really was. You found him in the kitchen, a beer in hand while he zoned out at the wall.

“JJ.” You said, making yourself known and trying to stifle a smile when his eyes lit up at your presence.

“Hi, ma.” He said, setting his beer down and starting towards you with a slim smile.

“C’mon, baby.” You said, meeting him in the middle of the kitchen and draping your arms around his shoulders.

He looked at you with doubt in his eyes, his hands finding your hips as he let his head drop to the crook of your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a while, taking in each other's presence. Eventually he pulled away, his body towering over yours as he kissed you gently, savoring the taste of your chapstick.

“It’s dangerous, I won’t let you get hurt.” He said, sticking to his decision on the outside but slowly being worn down by each second.

You knew how to get what you wanted.

“I’ll stay right by your side, yeah? You can protect me, Jay.” You said quietly into his ear, softly tracing his face with your fingers.

He sighed, letting his head fall to your shoulder as he thought about it. You kissed his hair gently and let him hold you for a while until he emerged again, looking at you with a defeated face. You smiled innocently at him, hope rising in your chest.

“You can’t get hurt, you have to stay with me.” He said and you nodded eagerly, kissing him and smiling with excitement.

“Yes, yes of course. I’ll stay right by you. Thank you!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him again as you felt him ease up at your excitement.

You walked proudly back out to the rest of the group, dragging JJ behind you as he looked at everyone like he just lost the fight of his life. They all looked back at you, mostly out of amazement that you won over JJ (again). You tried to listen for the remainder of the night, trying not to fall asleep in JJ’s arms as John B and Pope attempted to figure out a plan. He kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand to reassure you, but mostly to reassure himself.

The next morning you were woken up by JJ making every attempt to be quiet. You opened your eyes, seeing him frozen in his last position, trying not to wake you up.

“Sorry, pretty girl.” He mumbled, a little disappointed that his plan to sneak off and leave you in the safety of the house had failed.

“Jayj..” You groaned, getting up and dressed in the clothes Kiara had let you borrow. 

You put them on, a fairly basic outfit with nothing insufferably tight. The shirts and pants were stained with dirt, like most of their clothes were. You got dressed, the fitting purple t-shirt and jean shorts complimenting your body in an odd way. JJ sat at the edge of the bed in his normal sleeveless tee with cargo shorts. He smiled at you as you walked over to him, straddling his lap and kissing him softly.

“So pretty, m’lady.” He said with a joking grin, standing up and spinning you around.

You headed out, meeting up with the rest of the group in The Twinkie. The drive was rocky and JJ kept a death grip on you, checking to make sure you didn’t want to turn back at least every five seconds.

“Dude, she’s fine.” Kiara said, rolling her eyes when he asked you if you ‘were completely sure’ for the 14th time.

“Didn’t know it was a crime to care.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes and looking away, trying his hardest to seem unbothered.

The six of you eventually got to the site of the old and abandoned house. The walls looked like they were rotting off of the structure and the house itself seemed to be at a permanent tilt. “Jesus..” Sarah sighed, letting John B help her out as JJ held your hand tight, following them. Pope and Kiara came out last, surveying the area with the four of you.

“Not looking too promising.” John B said and Pope sighed, shaking his head and walking forward.

The front door was hidden behind thickets of overgrown plants, but once Pope fought through the guarding vines, the door popped open easily. Everyone began to walk in, wielding a flashlight and the occasional knife. JJ pulled you aside before you could even step foot in the house, looking incredibly nervous.

“You have to tell me when you want to go, m’kay? Stay next to me at all times.” You nodded, smiling and kissing his cheek.

“I got it, JJ.”

You walked into the house behind JJ. He held your hand so tightly that you could almost feel yourself losing circulation. You weren’t in any place to complain, though, so you kept walking next to him.

The house was old and it smelled moldy and wet. You could’ve sworn you felt water droplets on your back at least five times. The walls were clearly rotting and you couldn’t look at them without accumulating a feeling of dread. Slowly, you were regretting your decision. That was, until, Pope spoke up.

“I found something!” He yelled from the opposite direction as you and JJ. You started to turn back with excitement before JJ squeezed your hand tighter and pulled you behind him once again. 

JJ led you back through the hallway, obviously a little skeptical as to how Pope’s plan was going to play out.

“Hey uh.. Pope, buddy.. what the fuck is this place?” JJ asked as the two of you stumbled across a dark hole with steep stairs leading down to another floor. Pope’s voice echoed from below, along with a few comments from John B and Sarah. 

“Come on, man. Be brave for your girl.” John B teased and JJ scrunched his face in frustration.

“Whatever, dude.” JJ said, starting down the steep steps first, helping you down every chance that he could. 

The basement smelled even worse than the first story. You nearly puked the moment that the scent of something rotten hit your nose. It took you aback and you stumbled a bit before JJ caught you, keeping you up with one of his big hands on the small of your back.

“JJ.. I need to sit down.” You said, the nausea returning as you inhaled again. 

You found a pile of old hay bales in the corner of the room, not far from where Pope and Kiara were trying to figure out the map, and took a seat. JJ started to sit down next to you, but Pope called him over for his flashlight. JJ got up, looking back at you quickly before going to Pope with hesitant steps. 

The hay bales didn’t make your sickness any better, and you held your head in your hands, regretting this already. After a bit of listening to them talk, you could’ve sworn that the floor was sinking. Hoping it was simply your stomach getting to your head, you decided to brush it off. However, the sinking feeling persisted and eventually you felt significantly lower than before. You went to move off of the hay bales and to ask JJ to take you back to the van, but you heard a deep crack below you.

The sinking feeling became all too real as you felt yourself plummeting down, the hay bales dropping much faster and leaving you free-falling. You felt minute after minute pass as you fell, your sense of time crumbling with the rise of your fear. In all reality, the fall lasted just around 5 seconds. Your ears rang as you crashed against the broken pounds of hay and hard concrete floor, your head pounding as you laid back, unable to move as hay scattered your body.

You didn’t hear JJ yelling your name or the creaking of the old ladder that John B set up to try and save you. Eventually, you didn’t see the light of your own flashlight anymore or the hay beyond you. Your fingertips started to go numb and you felt frigid with cold until you eventually saw black.

On the surface, JJ watched as you fell with utter horror. He ran to you as the floor gave out, watching you plummet down into an old secret storage room. He yelled and screamed for you, deciding to try and jump down but immediately being stopped by a very panicked John B, eventually getting a ladder and rushing down it. His tears spilled over your body as you flicked in and out of consciousness. He tried to keep himself together, attempting to talk you through it.

“C’mon pretty girl.. let’s get you safe and sound, yeah?” He whispered, wiping his own tears as John B and Pope helped him lift you from the spot you fell at.

You didn’t fully come to yourself until you felt JJ’s arms holding you to his chest like a child as he panicked and brought you back to the Twinkie. 

“Jayj?” You whispered, holding your face in your hands as he sat you on one of the seats, scrambling for anything that could resemble a first aid kit.

“Shh.. shh baby. M’here, JJ’s gonna keep you safe.” He rambled, trying not to look at your injuries. 

“Baby..” You said, voice breaking as the pain hit you.

He looked at you after grabbing a half empty bottle of a wound disinfectant, a slightly stained cloth, and a few bandages. You became more afraid when his gaze lingered on your face as his eyes welled with tears and he winced from simply seeing you in such pain.

“It’s okay, princess. S’okay.” He mumbled, trying to keep his hand still as he poured water on the cloth and padded away some blood from the smaller scratches.

“It hurts, JJ!” You cried out, tears burning the cuts on your face.

“I know princess, I know.” JJ replied, looking up at you and carefully picking you up to set you on the floor of the van instead, becoming level with you, “I got you.” He whispered into you before setting you in his lap.

His cautious touches lingered on your sensitive skin as you relaxed into him, trying to distract yourself from the pain of your own tears. You could feel his short breaths and soft sniffs from above you.

“Scared me, pretty lady. Scared me so bad.” He admitted, holding you a little tighter, grasping onto your scarred body like he wouldn’t ever be able to hold it again.

“S’okay..” You whispered to him, kissing the side of his head.

He gave you a sad smile before letting you relax into the base of a seat, cleaning and bandaging the injuries that he could.

“I love you, JJ” You said, holding his hand for comfort.

“I love you too, princess.” He said, kissing your cheek and brushing hair out of your face.

After a little bit, the rest of the group emerged from the house with boxes of papers and other things with the same moldy smell. JJ held your mouth and nose in his hand as your headache came back during the drive. When you finally got back to the chateau, JJ brought you inside and seeked out help.

He left a kiss on your forehead before whispering sweet nothings into you and promising to always keep you safe. You believed him, holding his shaking hands to your body, trying to let his love heal you.

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[dreamsontheirway]

Ain't Easy | J.M.

Summary: in which you have an asthma attack, but JJ is there to help you. Warnings: description of asthma attack Word Length: 1.4k Abbreviations: Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname

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You had suffered with asthma for as long as you could remember, but it was mostly manageable at this point in your life. You had a couple inhalers that you carried around when you remembered, but you rarely had to use them anymore.

JJ had witnessed you have an asthma attack only once before. It was when you were running away from Rafe and the physical exertion had gotten to you. Luckily, you two were able to hide out of view and you pointed towards your backpack, guiding JJ to place the inhaler against your lips. He had been frantic, his eyes wide and terrified. After you caught your breath again, you reassured him that you were alright. He insisted that you teach him what to do if, god forbid, this happened again. You had taught him the basics, and he listened intently with caring blue eyes.

This was several months ago, and you had yet to have another one since. One thing many people don’t know about asthma, is that it can be caused by many things other than physical exertion. Asthma attacks can be triggered by allergies, pollen, dry air, humidity, and even storms.

Unfortunately for you, the others had chosen a very humid day for a much needed, relaxing boat trip. Relaxation was the goal, at least, but this humidity was making it difficult. You felt like you were trying to breathe in something solid, rather than air. At least you and everyone else were suffering together.

"Ugh," Kiara exasperated. "It's so gross I am literally sticking to my shorts." She pulled at her ripped jean shorts and sure enough, they peeled up as if they were stuck with tape.

You sat in the back of the boat, fanning yourself with a magazine and wiping the back of your neck, feeling it slick with sweat. The attempts to cool yourselves were futile. No matter how many times you splashed into the water you still seemed to dry off instantly, the scorching sun blazing on you and your friends.

"Should we jump in again?" Offered Pope, whose sweat was glistening on his forehead.

"Yes please," JJ countered, taking his flip flops off in preparation.

"I'm gonna stay here," Sarah spoke, pulling her dirty blonde hair up into a bun.

"Me too," you agreed. "Feels pointless. I might go in again later, though."

"Suit yourself," JJ winked at you and leapt into the twinkling water below. The others followed suit, causing a few stray beads of water to spray on your legs.

"Want a drink?" Sarah asked, peeling herself from the sticky boat seat and drifting towards the cooler.

"Yeah, just a beer is fine, thanks," you muttered, beginning to feel a light stinging in your chest.

She handed the cold can to you, and you smiled in appreciation before opening it and taking a sip in hopes it would calm your quickly beating heart and heavy breathing. You breathed out; it came out shaky and unsure.

"You okay?" Sarah offered, peering at you from under light lashes as she dug through her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she sat down next to you.

"Yeah," you choked out. "It's just so hot." You laughed, trying to ease the worry in your chest.

"I know, right," Sarah started. "It's at least like 95 degrees right now. I've never wanted AC so bad, like..."

Sarah's voice seemed to trail off and dissipate as your throat began tightening, strangling you. You gasped, trying to find air to fill your dry airways.

"Y/N?"

Sarah's face appeared in front of you. You couldn't hear her through the ringing in your ears, but you read your name on her lips.

"Inh-" you tried to speak, but only a squeak was able to come out from your sun-baked lips.

Sarah looked confused; she didn't understand what you were trying to say to her. Then it hit you. You had forgotten to pack your inhaler today. Shit! Usually, you were more careful than this, but when you had an attack maybe once every 6 months, it was easy to let it slip your mind.

Sarah noticed your eyes widen, hers becoming frantic. What is happening? Is she having a panic attack? She thought to herself.

"J-" you choked out, hoping Sarah would understand. She did.

"JJ? You want JJ?" She popped up then, dashing to the other end of the boat.

"JJ!" She hollered, desperately.

"What?" JJ said casually; he was floating on his back in the water. "I'm relaxing."

"JJ, it's Y/N! Hurry!"

This got JJ's attention. He crawled up the boat ladder swiftly, racing towards you.

"Baby?" He probed, blue eyes wide in worry. Then he realized -- he had seen this reaction from you before. You were having an asthma attack.

"Where's your inhaler?" He urged you, lake water dripping from his strands of blonde hair and onto the floor of the boat. Both his large hands were placed on either side of your arms.

"I don't," you choked out, "have it."

"Shit," JJ hollered, looking away for a moment. Then his face lit up. "Hold on."

He began rifling through his backpack that was sat next to yours and pulled out a small object. Your extra inhaler. He had it?

"Here baby," he cooed, holding the medicine up to your dry lips, willing you to breathe it in.

It took a couple pumps of the contraption for you to start to breathe normally again. JJ stroked the sides of your arms with his damp hands and watched you intently. The others had made their way back onto the boat, watching silently, concerned for you.

You sighed loudly, finally able to catch your breath. You leaned your head back against the edge of the boat behind you.

"You're okay," JJ spoke softly, pulling the stray strands of hair away from your face. He recalled from the last attack that you lost all your energy from the exertion it took to try to breathe.

You coughed then, your head shooting up. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your thighs. JJ's hand reached up to rub your back soothingly, and he looked at the others as someone spoke.

"Is she-" Kiara's voice spoke.

"She's fine," JJ barked, knowing you didn't want to be pitied, "just give her a second."

As a child, you had asthma attacks more frequently. You could still feel the sorrowful gazes from your classmates throughout grade school and you hated it. You were a strong person, and you didn't want your asthma to define you in the way that it once had.

"Thank you." You were finally able to choke out a coherent reply to your caring boyfriend, who still sat, crouched in front of you.

"Yeah," he grinned lopsidedly at you, a smile you adored more than practically anything else in the world. "Do you need anything?"

You ignored his question, your own suddenly returning to you.

"Why did you have my extra inhaler?"

"Oh," he started, "I hope you don't mind. I snagged it from your place. I figured it might come in handy." He grinned again, a subtle nod to your current state, and wiggled the inhaler in his hand.

Tears pricked your eyes.

"Fuck, thank you," you muttered. You felt grateful, but also guilty that your boyfriend had to be the one to take care of you. "God, how did I forget it the one day I needed it? I'm so stupid!"

"Hey, hey," he became more serious, but still had his typical joking undertone. "C'mon, Y/N/N. You barely get 'em anymore. We just gotta make sure at least one of us has one for ya from now on."

You groaned, knowing he was right, but you still felt so stupid. JJ could tell.

"C'mere," he declared, and plopped down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple.

"Ew, you're gross and sweaty," you blanched dramatically, pulling away.

"Is that any way to talk to me?" He joked, pulling you closer. "Look, I know it ain't easy bein' wheezy, but I kind of saved your life."

You groaned playfully and leaned your head into the crook of his neck. Luckily, the rest of the group had resumed their normal pursuits, leaving you to relax against JJ and get some much-needed rest. His other hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly as the boat advanced back towards the mainland.

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[whorefordean]

can you do 17 with jj maybank from the hurt/comfort prompts? I love your writing sm <33

to lie with you in the dark  j.m 

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1k 

warnings: none i think? sad reader but that’s about it

prompt: “im just so sad.” “what can i do?” “just be here.” 

a/n: i did not proofread this and it’s late so there’s probably mistakes lol i hope you enjoy

the sound of your friends laughing filling the restaurant brought a small smile to your face, though it only lasted for a few seconds before it inevitably fell. you were meant to be joining them after clocking out from your shift, but you didn’t feel like socializing at the moment. 

you approached the table causing everyone to turn to look at you with smiling faces. you offered a soft smile in return. 

“hey, guys, i think i’m just gonna go on and head home. i’m exhausted,” you told the group, not bothering to slide into your usual spot beside jj. you avoided his gaze, instead opting to look at the girls who were currently pouting at you. 

“we can hang our tomorrow. promise,” you compromised. the girls nodded in agreement and said their goodbyes. jj stood to give you a kiss on your cheek. 

“you okay, baby?” he whispered in your ear as he pulled you into a hug. you nodded softly, though it was a lie. you could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, and your throat ached so terribly that you didn’t trust your voice to come out evenly. 

instead, you blinked back your tears and gave jj your best smile. he seemed convinced enough and pressed one final kiss to your head. you pressed a kiss to jj’s shoulder then left the restaurant. as you approached your car, you couldn’t hold off the tears any longer. there was no actual reason you were crying. work was fine like usual. no rude customers. no unfortunate mishaps that resulted in injury. but the unforgiving ache in your chest was eating you alive. 

the drive back to your house was silent, aside from the sniffling that echoed through your car. the heavy rain pounded against your windshield, not letting up as you pulled into your driveway and exited the car. in no rush, you made your way inside, the freezing rain making you shiver. 

the house was dark when you entered though you weren’t surprised. everything felt dark lately. 

quiet footsteps echoed throughout the house as you slowly drifted towards your bedroom to gather some clean clothes. after deciding on your comfiest pair of pajamas, you slowly wandered into the bathroom to shower. after undressing and stepping into the shower, you allowed the hot water to run down your back, loosening the tension resting between your shoulders. 

without warning, a loud sob racked through your body. you allowed yourself to wail shamelessly into the dim room. unbeknownst to you, the front door was still unlocked from when you had arrived earlier allowing jj to enter with no problems. 

he had left the restaurant only a few minutes after you. call it a gut feeling. he had let himself into your home, and immediately, his heart broke. your loud sobs echoed through your otherwise quiet home. 

jj quickly made his way upstairs to your bedroom, only to be disappointed when he saw it was empty. his attention quickly focused on the rushing water, and he moved to your bathroom. 

he tapped his knuckles against the wooden door, hoping you’d hear him as he didn’t want to scare you. jj sighed when he heard you continue to sob instead of answering. he slowly opened the door and let himself into your bathroom. jj pulled the curtain back, revealing himself to you. 

however, his presence was still unknown to you due to your face being buried in your hands. jj frowned as he watched the water beating down on your back, so hot that your skin had turned bright red. 

he slowly turned the water down, allowing it to cool for a few moments before taking his muddy boots off and stepping in otherwise fully clothed. 

warm arms wrapped around you, causing you to jump and a small yelp to escape your lips. your eyes immediately found jj’s and you leaned into him, allowing him to hold you up just as your knees buckled. 

“what’s wrong, baby?” jj cooed softly into your ear, holding you tight. 

“i’m just so sad, jj,” you wept softly. you nails were digging into jj’s arms as you burrowed your face into his shoulder. 

“what can i do? tell me how to make it better,” jj begged desperately. it was torture to see his girl hurting so much. he felt helpless as you clutched onto him, crying into his soaked shirt. 

“just be here. just need you to be here, j,” you plead to your boyfriend. jj help you tighter upon hearing your request. 

“i’m right here. i’ll always be right here with you,” jj promised. he brushed some of your wet hair away from your face, prompting you to look up at him. 

“let’s get out, okay. you need to rest,” jj instructed. you nodded and allowed him to turn off the water and help you out of the shower. 

jj helped dry you off and get you dressed. pulling the covers down, he watched as you slipped underneath them. a frown formed on your tear-stained face as you watched him start to walk away. 

“i’m just going to change, sweetheart. i’ll be right back,” jj laughed softly while rifling through the spare drawer of your dresser filled with his clothes. he left to change and quickly reappeared, tossing his clothes and yours into the hamper in the corner of the room. jj flicked off the lights. the moonlight drifted in through the blinds. it was quiet. 

jj laid down beside you, quickly pulling your body closer to him. with your head resting on jj’s broad chest, you mumbled a soft “thank you” while jj played with your wet hair. 

“don’t thank me for caring. i’ll be here to lie with you in the dark, always. it’s what you deserve, and i know if the roles were reversed you’d do the same thing for me,” jj mumbled back as he placed soft kisses to the top of your head. instead of answering, you lightly nodded and kissed jj’s chest, right above his heart.

[echobx]

figure you out part 1 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n hasn't seen her friends in quite some time and decides that it's time to pay them a visit, but her best friend JJ Maybank isn't very fond of her

warnings: hurt/comfort, verbal fighting, JJ being a bit of an asshole

word count: 4.3k

author's note: it's very much more hurt than comfort ig. I know I fucked up the southern drawl thing that JJ got going on, but I'm not very knowledgeable in that so don't focus on it too much.

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y/n hadn't been that attentive of her friends lately. She had a lot on her plate ever since switching schools, from Kildare High to KCD, and moving out of her family home and into the condo her boyfriend had provided for her after her parents had to move away for work. She hadn't minded it much. She had always been more on her own, had always known how to take care of herself. Growing up on the Southside hadn't been easy, but it had taught her a lot about life, especially to appreciate it when good opportunities were at hand.  So she said yes to the car Travis had gifted her on her 18th birthday. She had said yes to moving into the penthouse apartment with him, although he technically still lived with his parents to keep up the facade. His parents were old school, so she had said yes when he had proposed to her. "It's a good match. You will be taken care of, sweetie," her parents had told her. y/n knew it was the right choice, the smart choice. She would go to college, and then they would get married after. He would take over his parents' company, and she would play the trophy wife, raise the children and look pretty. It wasn't a bad future for someone who came from nothing. 

The only cons to the big plan were her friends. Well, if they would still call her, that was to be questioned. She had only seen them a few times at parties in the last eight months, but she had come to the conclusion that now, as the end of the school year was right around the corner, she should finally pay them a visit again. y/n missed her friends dearly. She missed hanging out, drinking beers and smoking. She missed surfing and falling asleep in the hammocks at the Château afterward.  Before y/n had switched schools, her friends had held a long discussion over the issue. The fear that she would forget them and never look back was great, especially after they had all experienced a similar situation when Kiara had had her "Kook year" like they used to call it. But it hadn't mattered what the Crew had to say, the decision had already been made. Her future was more important, getting off the island had been the only goal for her ever since her first day of High School. She had become valedictorian for this one reason and nothing else.  But the worst part had been that they had all been right about her, about the changes. 

When y/n looked in the mirror that evening, she could barely see her old self anymore. The washed out shirts and cut off jeans she had always worn had been replaced by pretty sundresses and blouses and other fancy Kook clothes. She looked like a Kook, she lived like a Kook, and anyone who didn't know her from childhood on might think she had always been like this.  She had tried to pick something that wasn't too on the nose. A white loose blouse and light blue jeans shorts. Her hair hung over her shoulders in fine beach waves, and for shoes she wore her usual gray low Chuck's.  The whole drive over to the Cut, she was plagued by fears. 'What if they hate me? What if they say I betrayed them?' were just two of the many questions that pondered her mind. 

She parked her car at the Chat. The old, wooden house still looked the same as it had the first time she had laid her eyes on it. It sat rather idyllic at the sound, and the afternoon sun was painting everything in a golden glow.  The HMS Pogue was towed to the pier and the Twinkie parked in her usual spot. y/n thought back to the many adventures she had gone on with her best friends, especially John B and JJ.  "Hey there, old girl," she mumbled and let her hands run over the metal of the little, orange bus.  "She's not that old, you know," John B laughed from behind her, and she snapped around just in time to be embraced in a hug.  "Where were you? Fucking missed you, sharky," he sighed while holding her in his arms.  "Missed you too, bird," y/n laughed, and they broke out of the hug.  "y/n!" Kiara screamed and slammed her surfboard into Pope, who walked next to her, just for her to run into y/n's arms. 

After a warm welcome from all of them, they were sitting on the porch, sharing beers and being happy about the reconnection.  "I know I should have come by sooner, but school is a lot and then my parents moved away. It was so much, and I promised myself to focus on my future. I'm so sorry, guys." y/n apologized for possibly the millionth time since she got there.  "We would never judge you for that," Pope assured her, and she gave him a thankful smile.  "We do judge you though for not texting once, and rather fucking some Kook than coming by to surf or something," JJ sneered as he walked onto the porch.  "Jay," y/n hushed as she looked at him. He was hurt, and he was actively fueling his pain over seeing her again into his rage.  "No, I get it. You're a Kook now. The car, the fancy clothes, living Northside. You've got it all, don't you," he hissed at her.  "It's not that simple," she tried to reason with him, but he didn't even attempt to calm down.  "It's very fucking simple, actually. You're a Kook now. No Kook is a friend of mine. You can go." JJ pointed towards the door, expecting her to get up and leave immediately, but she didn't. "JJ, that's enough," Sarah admonished him.  "She left us, so don't expect me to be so stupid to let her back in just because she is bored or whatever and decided to pay us a visit," JJ yelled, and it was the last thing y/n had needed to break. She had expected him to act this way, he had always been hot-headed, but this was worse than what she had prepared herself for.  She stood up and walked away. "I'm sorry. I should have asked before coming by," she mumbled before leaving towards her car.  "And there she runs again. You don't have to come back again, cheater," JJ called after her as she got in her car and drove away. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you," Kiara screamed at JJ and pushed him so that he stumbled backwards a few steps. "She wanted to come back, and you pushed her away because you can't fathom that life isn't just black and white. Get your head out of the gutter, JJ, she's not the same girl she was when we met her."  "And that's exactly the issue!" He spat out and turned towards John B. "Whatever that was, that's not the same girl we grew up with. She's not our friend anymore!" "Leave! I will not have you call her names and all that crap you are trying to pull right now. Go, and don't come back unless you apologize to her. She had a tough year, and you're just making it worse with your selfish bullshit. Because to me, she is still the girl who kept running into this very door frame because she has shit coordination skills. Maybe you can't see that, but it's true. People don't change that much, not at their core. Leave!" John B stared his best friend down until he angrily ripped the porch door open and left. 

Meanwhile, y/n cried the whole way home. She had wanted to spend the weekend reconnecting with her friends, and not just because her boyfriend and his family were out of town. No, she had wanted to do so for a long time, but she had never gotten the opportunity to. But now this was also ruined. Her best friend had ruined it. At least she had still thought of JJ as her best friend before he had screamed at her. 

JJ Maybank had been y/n's best friend since third grade. John B and JJ had saved her from a bully at recess, and since then the three had been inseparable. They had spent every free minute with each other. Had consoled one another after a heartbreak or after a fight.  JJ had been her first kiss because they had decided to not take any chances with someone who would turn out to be an asshole, at least that had been the reasoning she had used to convince JJ. What she had never known was that Jay had always had a crush on her, just a tiny one, but he was still sure that she was his first love.  He had of course never told her about that, or the fact that his heart broke a bit when she had called him crying after losing her virginity to some guy who had only pretended to like her. He had never mentioned that he had beaten the guy up the day after to teach him a lesson. He had never told her how much she meant to him, not even when it might have been the only thing that could've held her back from switching schools. 

But then again, y/n had never been that truthful either. She hadn't told him that she had always compared every single guy to him, and that none of them ever came close to how he made her feel. That he had always been her safe haven, the only one she trusted blindly, the only one who had never judged her.  Yet he had been the only one to do exactly that as soon as she had come back to her old life. And she hated him for it. They had promised each other to never hurt the other too deeply, but he had done exactly that.  She knew his mannerisms. Knew how he tended to push everyone away, the more damage the better, but she had never thought to be on the receiving end of his rage. The betrayal over the broken promise hurt just as much as the words he had thrown at her that night. 

y/n cried herself to sleep in the empty apartment that had never truly felt like home because nothing in it was like she had wanted it to be. It was white and clean and fancy. Stone and metal where she preferred wood and old shipped away tile because someone had once thrown a plate out of rage.  She missed her actual home, but no matter how much she would have worked, she couldn't afford to rent out the whole house on her small waiter salary. Besides, now that she was engaged and ready to leave for college, she didn’t need the job anymore. She had actually been advised to not keep on working. "It doesn't look good for the family," her boyfriend's parents had persuaded her and as the dutiful girl she was, she followed the orders of her future in-laws. 

On the other side of the island, JJ was driving around on his bike, trying to let go of his rage, but nothing seemed to work. Seeing her had caused him distress. Seeing her had brought back all the feelings that he had pushed down so far that he had forgotten they existed.  The first time he had seen her in the arms of the Kook, he had wanted to rip the guy's head off. He didn't deserve her, JJ was sure of that. But in JJ's eyes no one was truly worthy of her.  He had hoped that she was miserable with him, that once she came back she was crawling, begging for forgiveness, begging to be taken back. But that hadn't been the case. She had proudly presented her new Kook life as if it was the best thing to ever happen to her.  JJ had looked at her, and the y/n he had seen had looked nothing like the one he had fallen in love with years prior. He was ashamed of ever thinking that she might not turn into one of them.  His rage drove him back to his old home, a place that wasn't his home anymore, it hadn't been in a long time.  He had nowhere to go, John B had kicked him out with good reason and none of his friends would help him out, he was sure of that. So the young man drove on and on until he found himself at her old house. It stood empty, no one had wanted to rent it at the high price the owners were asking for. When JJ had heard about y/n's parents leaving, he had assumed her to go with them. And when she had stayed, he had thought she would be allowed to keep living in their house, but even that had not been the case.  Instead, she had moved in with her boyfriend, one of the most annoying Kooks he had ever met. JJ thought it was all a trick, gifting her a car, offering a place to live for free, helping her get into her dream college. The only thing he was sure she had achieved on her own was the scholarship, but now that he thought of it, it all seemed too perfect to not have been meddled with. 

JJ snuck into her old bedroom, the same color on the walls as it had the last time he was there. The old mattress lying on the bed frame he had helped fix many times. The closet they had hidden in the first night JJ had run from home, the closet she had kissed him in for the first time.  He laid down on the bed, like he had done so many times before, just that he was alone now. No one there to help him soothe the pain that he had been holding back ever since she had reappeared in his life. Or was it really a reappearance if you had always looked after her from afar? If you had made sure that nothing bad happened to her? He wasn't quite sure of it, but seeing her smile while talking about her new, pretty and fancy life had hurt him deeply. And pushing her away and hurting her had just done even more damage to himself than he had anticipated at the moment. John B was right, he needed to apologize. And it needed to be a damn good apology at that.

y/n decided to sleep in after that very emotionally turbulent night. Her mind hadn't stopped racing, though. She wanted to go back, to make things right, although it wasn't even her doing. She had tried to reconcile, had tried to get back together with the people she loved most, but he had denied her. 'No, if anything he has to apologize. I won't let him treat me like that, especially him,' she thought while making some breakfast. But her thoughts had occupied her so much that she had burnt her eggs to black goo, and she didn't even have any left to make new ones. So she decided to skip breakfast and go back to bed, turning on the TV in the bedroom. She tried to focus on the movie that was playing in front of her, but she really couldn't. 'Ten things I hate about you?' she thought. "I could give you millions of reasons why I hate him right now," she spoke up without noticing, but then she remembered that she didn't have to stay quiet. She was completely alone, no one to judge her thoughts.  y/n paused the movie and sat up. "I hate that you hurt me. I hate that you think you are better than me just because I had to make decisions that will impact the rest of my life. I hate that you never called, either. I hate that you blame me for everything. I hate you so much, JJ Maybank!" She screamed the last part so loud that she would have nearly overhead the knock on her front door.  It was already noon, and she was still dressed in her sleeping shirt. It was an old one she had once stolen from JJ, a weird coincidence really. 

"Who is there?" y/n asked before deciding whether she should open the door.  "It's me, JJ, please let me in," he begged, but she was reluctant.  "Are you gonna yell at me again?" she asked while unlocking the door.  "No. I came to apologize," he said, and she opened the door for him to walk in. Closing and locking it again as soon as he was inside.  "Better to be safe than sorry," she explained after he gave her a weird look because of her actions.  "Nice place," JJ mumbled while looking around. "That's marble, isn't it?" he asked as his long fingers ran over the kitchen island. His usual shirt and shorts combo was the same as the night before, and y/n immediately knew that John B had taken her side in the whole dilemma. He had kicked him out, and that was the only reason JJ was now standing in her home.  "Yes, it is," y/n answered while crossing her arms in front of her chest.  "Open room concept," he turned around and looked at everything. "I bet the bedroom is back there, just like the bathroom," JJ said while walking into the direction he had just pointed at.  "What are you doing?" y/n asked as she followed him around. She was well aware of the game he was playing. He was trying to find just enough clues to piece her life together; her life without him in it.  "A bathtub and a shower, that's what I call Kooky, cupcake," he noted and winked at her before turning away from the bathroom and towards the bedroom that was lying opposite of it. "That's a good movie." JJ nodded while looking at the TV screen. He jumped on the bed and tested the mattress, pressing himself into the sheets and sighing before getting back up. 

"Travis," he hissed. "He's a real charmer, isn't he," JJ mocked as he walked back over to her, looking into her eyes, but she didn't let him get to her. He didn't deserve to see her falter even a tiny bit.  "You know, I always thought you'd end up with someone who's less of an asshole, actually," he whispered before brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  "I always thought apologies didn't include mocking the recipient or someone who is close to the recipient," she hissed back at him, and he laughed.  "Fuck that, I'm not gonna pretend to like him. I should've at least broken his nose the first time he even looked at you." JJ moved past her and back into the living room.  "Two flat screens? You really are a Kook. Disappointing," he sighed, not even turning around to look at her. He was aware of the fact that he kept on hurting her, but that was part of his plan. Make her see what she actually needs instead of what everyone tells her to want.  His eyes fell on the balcony doors that were covered by big, heavy gray curtains. "Don't," y/n called out as he opened the curtains and then the doors.  "I bet he never even cared to ask, because if he did, he wouldn't have given you the fucking penthouse," he sneered before turning around while staying in between the opened folding doors. "You never told him, did you? How long has it been? Half a year since you got together, and he never even considered asking?"  "I don't like to make a fuss, you know that," she replied with her eyes closed. Even just looking out of the window at this height made her feel sick. "Can you close it again please," she begged and as soon as she heard the curtains close she opened her eyes again. 

"I don't like when you lie to me," JJ whispered after stepping closer again.  "You came to apologize," she reminded him.  "Answer me one question, and I will apologize and leave. You will never have to see me again if you don't want to, but you can't lie to me. You promised to never lie, remember?" He stared into her eyes and she in his. The bright blue that she loved so much, that reminded her of the sky, the sea. It reminded her of freedom and, most of all, of love.  "What do you want to know?" she asked, although she knew it was a bad idea to play his games. Even though they hadn't properly talked in so long, she still knew him best. Other than her, JJ hadn't changed a single bit since she had left. He leaned in closer before leaning to the side and whispering in her ear. "Has he ever made you cum?"  She gasped, not only because his words had shocked her, but because the warmth of his breath against her neck, the closeness of him to her, was completely overwhelming.  He moved away again to fully look at her, his pupils dilated and a smirk on his lips. 

"Why do you want to know that?" she pressed out while trying to not let her desire take control of her body and mind. y/n had always wondered what it would be like to have it all, to fully be his. She had always thought that JJ was the one. That he would be her first in everything, not just the first kiss, but y/n had been wrong. JJ had told her that there could never be anything between them, the rules made sure of that.  "I'm interested, that's all. He doesn't seem like the guy to know his way around a woman." He let his eyes wander over her. Well aware of the fact that the shirt she was wearing had once belonged to him. Maybe it was a sign, he wanted it to be one.  "We haven't-" y/n started to speak, but JJ just interrupted her.  "You're joking right? You have to be joking. Is something wrong with him? How can he wake up and fall asleep next to you every day and not want to fuck you?" He laughed hysterically because in his eyes it was impossible to not cherish her like she deserved it.  "He thinks I'm a virgin. I didn't tell him. And he doesn't sleep here every night," she tried to defend her boyfriend, but there was truly no reason for it other than to spite JJ.  "I see, he's not only boring as fuck but also the dumbest Kook in town," he laughed.  "We agreed to wait until-" She wanted to yell at him, but the words got stuck in her throat. No one knew that they were engaged, no one was supposed to know until the engagement party that was planned to happen a week after graduation.  "You're joking? Nuh-uh, you seriously have to be crazy to do that. You're gonna marry a guy who hasn't even seen you naked? Seen you in your most precious moment?" JJ shook his head in disbelief.  "His parents are very old school. It's a good match. A good and stable future," she argued with him.  "Good and stable can fuck off. You don't even love the guy!" JJ yelled and ran his hands through his hair as he paced the room. He couldn't believe that she was actually planning to destroy her life like that.  "You don't know who I love," y/n whispered. 

"You are so smart, so fucking beautiful and smart, and you want to throw all of that out of the window for the possibility to play housewife for some asshole that will only end up playing golf and fucking girls half his age?" JJ was disappointed in her. He had always thought that they would actually pursue the dreams they had pictured for their lives when they were kids. He had always wanted to run his own charter, or have his own garage, to do something he was good at. And from what it was looking like, he would get to have a similar enough life to what he had dreamed. It wouldn't be his own business, but at least he knew the guy that owned it, and if he did well enough he would maybe get to take over one day.  But y/n? y/n had always dreamed big, and he had never made fun of her for it because he knew she would be able to make it, to achieve anything she set her mind to. "You wanted to do law, remember? You told me you would one day be the youngest supreme court justice ever. That was the big dream, not some sad housewife who hates her life. Please, you can't really mean this, y/n." He was desperate because if she actually had decided to turn her back on the big dream, then there was no turning back. In his eyes, she would be lost if she didn't even consider not going with the plan Travis' parents had laid out for her.  "I know, Jay, but things change. I can't afford to study law." She was close to tears, but she didn't want to break down in front of him.  "I don't believe you. You can't throw it all away, not for someone who you don't even love." He was adamant about it. There was no way in hell or heaven that she was actually in love with the Kook.  "That doesn't matter," she muttered while looking at her feet. His fingers hooked under her chin as he tipped her head back up.  "It matters so much, darling. I won't let you make that mistake, not without giving you an outlook on what could be instead," he hushed before searching her eyes for just a short second. Then he leaned in and kissed her.

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please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

pt.2

[juneberrie]

you always have been

thinking thoughts. *ೃ༄ this is very self indulgent im not sorry <3 btw the formatting is terrible 😭 also this is 1.5k words im so proud of myself its literally the longest fic i've ever written

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

fandom: outerbanks

warnings: swearing, mentions of being drunk, reader kind of pushes jj away, insecure!reader, stressed out!reader, mentions of jj's trash dad, fear of abandonment, sort of a smau? science hw (yes thats a warning science hw sucks), love confession, hurt/comfort <3

jj's instagram is a mess. it alternates between pictures of random objects, pictures of himself, and pictures of our friends.

lately, all of his pictures have been pictures of him and the pogues at keggers and on the boat. without me.

the most recent one is a blurry shot of him and kie at the boneyard. his hair is dripping wet and kie is holding up a red solo cup, beer sloshing over the side. the caption reads, "my brst girl 😋 ilysn kier.carrera" its so misspelled its obvious hes drunk, even without looking at the picture.

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↳ comments

-> jb.wifirouter ong your so drunk. ↳ heywpope its "youre" not "your" 💀 and you're durnk too ↳ sarahcamer0n lmaooo durnk

-> kier.carrera lol ilyt jj 💀 ↳ kier.carrera wsit wring emoji ❤️

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i groan and shut my phone off. kie knows i like jj. she's heard me rant about him since eighth grade. its fine, though. i need to focus on school. i get up and silence my phone, putting it into a drawer at my desk before going back to the papers sprawled on my bed.

science isn't my best subject, but i need this extra credit to bring my grade up. and, no pressure at all, this stupid extra credit is due by monday, at its literally sunday night. at least its pretty easy. all i have to do is write an essay about newton's laws and how they function in the "real" world. i sigh and open my textbook to the page on the first law, inertia.

as im scribbling down the beginnings of the paragraph about f=ma, my pencil breaks. well, how fucking dandy. i get up and head to my desk to grab a sharpener, and i pass the mirror next to my door.

i cringe away, then force myself to look back. the girl staring back at me is... not kie. not sarah. she's wearing a big oversized t-shirt she stole from jj and some shorts. her nail polish is chipped and her hair is practically crying for escape from the worn scrunchie.

i tear my gaze away and grab the sharpener. the clock on my desk reads 11:11 pm. i remember something kie said about making wishes at 11:11, so i think, why not give it a try? i squeeze my eyes shut and hope my wish gets to whatever magical star angel being is listening.

after i finish my essay, its 12:23 am. i grab my phone from the drawer and see a flurry of texts and instagram notifications assaulting my lock screen.

i ignore the texts — six from kie and eight from jj — and click open instagram.

my homepage is filled with pictures of the pogues at the kegger they're at. i can't help the pettiness that surges up inside me and i click on jj's most recent story, a video of him, kie, pope, john b, and sarah screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody around a campfire.

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you replied to their story

yourinstagram looks like you're having fun :)

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i feel slightly terrible, but whatever. every single kegger they've been to this past week, i haven't been invited.

a text notification comes down onto my screen. it's from kie. the preview reads "im soo sorru"

what the hell? i immediately click on the text and i almost start crying.

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kie kie ml ♡

bro so dnt be mad but like i accidentally told jj that u liked him

im sorry

answer me please idont want yu to be mad

i dd;t mean to i swaer

y/n?? are you mad??

y/n pleeaas answre

im soo sorru

bro wtf.

ik im sorry but we were playing truuth or dsre and plpe asked if i had acrush on anybody and i sadi no i didn't but ik you did and the n jj asked who and im sorry :)

:(*** SORRY

whatever. go enjoy your kegger.

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what the everloving fuck. i specifically told her not to tell anyone, especially jj, and she goes and tells everyone and their mother. i've gotten a flurry of texts from pope, john b, sarah, and other pogues i suppose are at the kegger, all asking me if it's true i like jj. and, speak of the devil, jj himself has been texting me nonstop for the past thirty minutes.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

haha kie jus told me the funnist shut

wait is she for real

wait n/n yuo like me

like fr fr?

brp answer me pls

y/nnnnnn

are you asleepo r somethinh 💀

y/n if you dpn't answer rn rn im going ovet to yiur house

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shit. jj can't come over right now. i look like a mess, and now im fucking crying. my gaze drifts back over to the mirror; my eyes are red and puffy and tears are streaming down my face and dripping down onto my (jj's) shirt.

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golden retriever lookin' mf 😋

jj please dont come over just stay at the kegger and have fun

nooo y/n im already on my wsy so its fine

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shit shit shit.

i throw my phone across the room and scream into my bedsheets. the pogues already didn't like me anymore; they had been going out and having fun without for weeks now, and now kie tells jj i like him? my life is fucking falling apart.

a knock at my window wakes me up from whatever sad haze i was trapped in for the last twenty minutes. jj's peering in and he smiles when he meets my gaze. i shake my head and turn away from him.

no bother letting him in, he'll probably just tell me that he doesn't like me back and to never talk to him again.

another knock, persistent, sounds from the window. i sigh and turn back.

i open the window but leave the screen up, so jj can hear me but he can't get in. "go away, j."

"nooo. wait, why are you cryiinggg?" he asks, the booze slurring his words.

"nothing. no reason. go away, please, jj," i say, my voice cracking.

his face softens and he seems to sober up a bit. "n/n, please tell me what's wrong. i hate seeing you sad," he whispers. fuck. i can't, i can't with the fucking blue eyes and the soft looks and the whispers. i open the rest of the window, and jj climbs in.

i crawl under the covers of my bed and face away from jj. i feel the bed dip next to me and he lays a warm hand on my back. its so casual, so domestic, that i want to laugh.

"sunshine, what's wrong? is this about what kie said?" he asks, gently rubbing my back.

the dam breaks. tears start flowing out of my eyes and i started shaking.

"it is about what kie said. i like you, jj, i really like you. no, i- i love you! i love you so much. i've loved you since i first saw you in mrs. williams' science class in eight grade and you laughed when she said that iron was discovered by the hittites. and i know you'll never love me back because— well— look at me! im not like kie, im not like sarah. i'm just... me! and i've been trying to pretend like you guys going to keggers everyday without me isn't a big deal because, hey, i'm swamped with school, even though its fucking intercession. and i knew if i told you, you'd hate me and you'd never talk to me again," i sob into my pillow.

jj is silent for a few seconds, still rubbing my back.

"i love you too, sunshine. i've loved you for the entirety of the time i've known you. and, you're right. you're not kie or sarah, but you're you. that's what i love about you. you are unapologetically yourself. and i'm sorry for not inviting you to the keggers. i just, i knew you were swamped and i know you don't really like parties 'nd drinking and shit. and i just want you to know that im so proud of you, honey, and— jesus, y/n. you're the only one for me. you always have been. you're the person who's been there whenever luke did something shitty to me, you've helped me with my homework, and gosh, dare i say it, you've helped me be a better person."

he chuckles. i feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck and gently bring me towards him so i'm basically in his lap. he wraps his arms around me and lays his head in the crook of my neck. we stay together in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

i sniffle. "i'm sorry, j."

"you're not the one who should be apologizing, sunshine. i love you, so much. i'm sorry if i made you feel like i'd never talk to you again or like you weren't enough; you are enough. you always have been."

[heaven4lostgirls]

Best Friend (R.C)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader, possibly jj maybank x reader

warning: hurt/comfort i believe? i'm not sure. rafe's an ass but also psycho but what else is new. JJ is a cutie and we love him. mentions of unrequited feelings and jealousy.

summary: being rafe's best friend used to be one of the best things in life, until it wasnt. now its time for you to make your own choices and rafe isnt too happy about that.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: as i said, my motivation is back so say hello to a new story!, not sure if i'll continue this but if you want another part, i'll be open to trying to write another piece.

Rafe and you had been friends since before you could even know what the word meant. Y/N and Rafe, Rafe, and Y/N, never one without the other, a package deal since the day you could remember. It was beautiful, truly. Having someone you could trust unconditionally; sure, you had your family and other close friends but none of them ever knew you as well as Rafe did. His ability to see not just you, but your soul was something you couldn’t imagine finding with someone else.

Which is why for the last 5 years, you’ve spent quietly trying to kill the crush you’d developed on your best friend. Every piece of attention he had ever given you, every small touch and sweet gesture just nurtured your heart faster than any of his sexual conquests and questionable habits could ever break it. You followed his figure through the party he had thrown at house, the smell of drugs, alcohol and sweaty bodies all mushed together to create the distinct atmosphere of a typical Rafe Cameron rager.

He was known for these parties; you both were actually. You and Rafe were unanimously dubbed the prince and princess of the OBX. You were once fond of that title but as time passed and you watched from the sidelines as a new girl sat of Rafe’s lap as you were left behind to do your own thing, it became a harder pill to swallow. Currently, he had his arm wrapped around a beautiful brunette who looked nothing like you, which seemed to be a recurring theme.

You watched as he sat down on one of the couches on the balcony near his friends and pulled the girl into his lap, your eyes stung but you knew better than to let your emotions get the better of you. Now was not the time to lose your cool, someone could see, and the news would spread fast to Rafe and with his inebriated state from who knows what, you weren’t willing to take the chances he was going to act in a sane way.

So, you blinked harshly, refilled your cup with your drink of choice and went back to the party, aiming to ignore Rafe and his company for the most part until  he eventually got bored and came looking for you. Fortunately for you, you spot Kiara and the rest of the Pogue’s outside near the fire pit. It’s usually very rare to see any of them  at one of these parties, more so because of Sarah’s strained relationship with her brother.

It’s comforting to meet their warm and happy gazes, you haven’t been able to spend much time with them because Rafe had monopolised most of it, he also didn’t particularly enjoy you choosing to spend your time with someone else other than him. Fortunately for you, parties like these lets you branch out and speak to new people without having to worry about Rafe breathing down your neck.

“Hey Y/N!” John B calls out and the rest of the group turns with excited and warm looks on their faces, the calm that washes over your body is immediate and you walk over to them to say hi. “Hey” you mutter shy as the girls get up to hug you as you sit in-between JJ and Sarah. “Haven’t seen you much around the island recently, you doing, okay?” Kiara asks curiously and you chew on your lip as you wonder what to tell her.

“No yeah I’m good, it’s just…Rafe you know?” you say, somewhat embarrassed that you don’t have a better excuse for the group. As you look down to your lap, you miss the look of sympathy that Kiara and Sarah share, they know just how bad it is to be caught  up with Rafe. “Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” Sarah pipes in and you look at her in surprise, this is the first time someone’s ever invited you to hang out.

“No?” you say confused and Sarah looks at the group before breaking out in a big smile before mentioning, “We’re all going to the beach tomorrow, it’s supposed to be a really good surf day” she says as she looks at you expectantly. “We’d love if you could join us” Kiara adds and the smile that lights up is almost blinding. “That sounds great! I’m not too good at surfing but I’d still like to come if you’ll have me” you say a little embarrassed and the rest of the group just voices their agreement before Pope breaks the chatter.

“John B’s teaching Sarah tomorrow how to get the bigger waves and I’ll be helping Kie fish, but JJ’s free if you want some help” he offers and the man in question looks surprised at the suggestion. You’re shocked but you look at JJ with a small smile and shrug of your shoulders. “Yeah, no worries, I don’t know how good of a teacher I’ll be, but I can try” he says, and you nod excitedly.

The night moves on swiftly with friendly chatter between 6 of you. You  surprisingly don’t feel excluded when they start sharing all their memories together, you’re happy to sit back and listen and before you know it, the party starts dying down and people start either dozing off right where they are or leaving to get home. You try to find Rafe but one sympathetic look from Topper lets you know that he’s in his room…not alone.

With no ride home and Topper wasted, you have no way home. You’re about to start walking but you see the lights of a run-down van come to a stop across the street before the door opens and JJ’s voice carries through the night. “C’mon! John B’s our DD tonight, you can get a lift bunk with us for the night.” He offers and you gladly accept, you all make your way back to the chalet and as everyone gets to their designated sleeping areas, there’s no space for you on any of the couches.

Pope offers you his space so he can sleep on the floor, but you decline, letting him know its okay. You settle in on the cold floor and try to readjust to get a comfortable spot before you feel someone shaking your arm. You  open your eyes and blink slightly to see JJ’s ruffled hair and outstretched hand, you look at him confusedly but nonetheless comply. He pulls you up and navigates the chalet like second nature, “You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the floor.” He whispers and you shake your head vehemently.

“No, I’m not taking your bed, you sleep there. I was fine on the floor” you argue, and he rolls his eyes as he pulls you into the room. “I could hear your shuffling through the door, just sleep in the bed y/n.” he says amused, your lips twitch into a smile as you look at him in the eyes. “No.” you say, and his eyes roll again as he huffs and moves to the bed to lie down on one side.

Before you can leave you see him pat the space next to him. “You coming or what?” he mumbles sleepily. You hesitate for a second before you realise that it’s better than sleeping on the floor. You get in on the other side of the bed and place the blanket over the bottom half of your body. As you doze off, you’re mildly aware of someone pulling you closer to their chest and soft breathing against your neck.

You wake up to your phone buzzing, as you pick it up you notice almost a dozen missed calls from Rafe and over fifty texts ranging from asking where you are to confusion that you’re not at his place or your own, to anger that you’re not answering him. Your heads still pounding from the alcohol last night so all you do is send him and your parents a text saying your safe and you’re spending the day with some friends at the beach.

JJ groans from behind you and you’re suddenly aware of his arm wrapped around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. “Why’re you up so early” he mumbles into your neck, and you can’t help but laugh softly. “Sorry, my phone woke me up” you mumble sheepishly. “Then put it off and let’s go back to sleep” he groans as he tightens his arms around you which makes your face heat.

 Just as you turn your phone off and place it on the side table, the door opens and John B’s voice floats through the room. “JJ, get up we’re leaving in 10-” he stops midway through as he catches you and JJ together, you go to tell him what happened, but he just shakes his head and smiles. “I’ll see you both up and ready in 10 minutes, Y/N, Sarah left you a spare bikini in  the bathroom if you need it.” He says cheerfully as he closes the door before you can finish saying thanks.

JJ groans and throws his arm over his eyes before he smirks and lets out a huff of laughter which sends you both into fits of laughter. After you all get ready and are on your way to the beach, you and JJ spend your time talking and catching up with one another, being around the same age you both knew of each other but had never been particularly close. You come to loathe that as you find out just how funny and caring JJ is as a person.

When you reach the beach, you see that JJ had packed a spare board for you. Your heart warms at the gesture as he carries both to the water. The waves aren’t particularly high right now so as you both paddle in, you’re comfortable enough to ride a few of the smaller ones. As they get higher, you let JJ catch a few before he comes back to help you. You spend around an hour letting JJ manoeuvre you to get a good position on the board and working on your technique. It takes a couple tries of you falling off the board and trusting JJ to catch you before you’re even comfortable with trying one of the waves.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe had been stressing the fuck out after waking up without you this morning. He had spent the better part of an hour trying to find you, you weren’t at his, nor at your parents. He’d only gotten it out of topper that he saw you leaving in a car after the party ended so safe to assume he was losing his shit. Where the fuck had you possibly have gone? Who could you have gone with? You didn’t have any friends other than him, and he knows that none of the guys at the party would have tried to sleep with you when  they knew you inadvertently belonged to him.

Mind you, when you finally bothered to answer his dozen calls and texts, all you had sent was “I’m okay don’t worry, I’m spending the day at the beach with some friends, I’ll see you tomorrow!” like hell you would. Who did you think he was? He was not going to let you just flounce around anywhere when there were people that could hurt you. Also, these “friends” you spoke about just about made him angry enough to fuel the urge to kill someone. Who could you possibly be talking about? All the people you two spent your time with were either at home still or at his place which he knew could only mean you were at the beach with those dirty fucking pogues.

You were gonna do Rafe’s head in, running off from him and the party to hang out with them? He scoffed at the thought. They didn’t know you like he knew you. They wouldn’t treat you as well as he did. Thinking about that dick John B that had roped his stupid fucking sister into their plans made his blood boil at the thought that they could be doing the same to you. The thought only made him speed faster to the beach.

Once he got there, oh was his blood definitely boiling. Fucking JJ. With his scummy little hands all over your body, in one of the tiniest swimsuits he’d ever seen you in. God, you looked beautiful. It was hard to dwell on that fact when all he could see was you laughing and splashing around with JJ whilst he stood on the beach glaring daggers at the blonde boy’s figure.

“Y/N!” he bellowed across the beach, and he gloated in the horror that washed over your face as you turned to look at the beach with JJ’s stupid fucking arms still wrapped around your waist. You try to smile and wave at him, but his anger must show on his face as you drop your hand and look  at him in confusion. “Come here!” he yells again and watches as you turn to JJ to ask a question, the blonde idiot in question just shrugs and smiles up at you.

He watches as you take a deep breath before you turn to him and shake your head whilst yelling a “NO” across the beach. His jaw clenches at your statement as he continues glaring. “I’m not playing around Y/N. COME. HERE.” He yells again and watches as JJ tells you something softly that you laugh at before you turn to him deviously before yelling out, “Fuck off Rafe” with a big smile on your face.

He inhales sharply as his gaze hardens on the both of you. Fine. You wanna be like that? Okay. He’s not letting you get off that easy. He smirks at the thought as he stalks off to his car to drive off. He’ll wait you out if he has to, and when you do come out. You’lll regret ever using that tone with him.

[underoospeterparker]

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jj maybank x gn!reader (but they get a period)

As soon as you pulled the covers off of your already aching body, you felt the dreaded wetness between your legs. "Shit," you groaned, your voice still a whisper so as to not wake JJ from his sleep. He was barely able to rest now, especially just after his dad had left for good.

You inched off the mattress and started towards the bathroom, stepping over Sarah and John B on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" John B's voice was cautious. "What's up?" He asked groggily. You knew he would rather be sleeping, but he'd taken great care to make sure everyone was okay: especially because he blamed himself for the situation you were in. It was, of course, his dad who had gotten him in to the whole treasure finding gig, but all of you had offered to join in and help him. After all, Pogues for life. And the treasure wasn't a downside.

You gave him a small smile, and John B squinted his eyes to make it out in the dark. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Jus' going to the bathroom." He gave you a thumbs up and rolled over into Sarah's shoulder, pressing a kiss there before closing his eyes and drifting off. You admired his ability to just fall asleep whenever he wanted.

Closing the bathroom door as gently as possible, you sat down on the toilet and tried desperately to clean up the mess. You found an extra pair of underwear and some pajamas under the sink, which you gladly climbed into after a quick rinse in the shower.

Praying that you didn't stain the sheets, you pushed the door open only to find JJ wiping at his eyes, clearly confused. You almost screamed, scared out of your mind, before JJ pressed a hand to your mouth, his wide eyes mirroring yours. "Sorry," you mouthed when he pulled his hand away.

He nodded, his lips tilting up at the edges before grabbing your arm to pull you over to the bed. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, "I changed the sheets, so you can get back in bed." Then he hopped back under the blankets like nothing had happened.

You must have looked extremely bewildered as you crawled into bed because JJ chuckled under his breath. "W-" You stuttered, "how did you know?"

JJ pulled you into his chest, arms circling around your back at he tugged you in closer so you could rest your head against him. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke, voice rumbling through his chest. "You never wake up that early to shower, and I jus' looked over, sweetheart."

You buried your head into his t-shirt further, if that was even possible. "I'm sorry," you whispered, slightly ashamed that your boyfriend had to clean up your mess.

"Hey." He studied your face carefully, nothing except concern in his eyes. "It's okay. There's no need to be embarrassed, angel. You can't help it." Your eyes teared up and you let out a muffled sob, hormones driving you crazy.

"Oh, honey," he cooed. His voice was so gentle, sticky with his endearments and love for you. "You're okay. Are you hurting?"

Nodding, you leaned away to press a hand against your stomach, but JJ moved over to take his place. His warm palm provided some relief and you sighed softly, returning to the comfortable space beneath his neck. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this," he murmured, "wish I could take it from you."

JJ pressed a kiss to your forehead, and across the room, Pope sat up, rubbed at his eyes and looked over to you and JJ, limbs entwined and cuddling on the bed. He gagged viciously and Kiara burst out laughing, clearly awake now.

You and JJ groaned simultaneously. "They're never gonna stop giving us shit about this, right?" You asked.

"Never."

[babygorewhore]

You’re never too broken

Requested by @girlfuckthatwhore on an upcoming event but I decided to write it early.

Warnings! This is angsty but it’s hurt comfort. COMFORT. Because JJ is a sweet boy and I said so. Talks of abuse! Injury! Your dad sucks in this! Fluff! Friends to something more in the end! This is a blurb so it’s short.

You knocked on JJ’s door. Sniffling and desperately trying to stop your bloody nose. Your dad went ballistic on you. You came up short with promised rent money but your job made you overworked and underpaid.

And when you told you you were two hundred dollars short; he responded with his fist.

It wasn’t the first time he had put his hands on you. But this was the worst. And you came to the door of the only man who understood you.

JJ opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and he was shirtless. Once his vision cleared, he gasped and took a momentary step back. He said your name in disbelief and gently grabbed your shoulder.

“Did you walk here?” You nodded. You felt empty. Numb. But you knew a storm was coming with a spew of tears.

“I got you,” JJ pulled you inside and kicked aside a pile of clothes. “Sorry for all this shit.” He guided you to sit on the couch where he slept.

“I don’t want-I mean if your dad-“

“He’s gone. He left a few days ago.” JJ ground out but softened when you lowered your gaze.

He sat next to you and cupped your chin. He clenched his jaw. “I’ll kill that fucker. Shit your nose is bleeding.” He began to move, his temper flaring and you grabbed onto him.

“No, no, please don’t leave me. I’m begging you. I need you to stay with me. I don’t want to go back there.” You started crying, your shoulders shaking and you crumbled. JJ wraps his arms around you, one secure on your waist and the other around your shoulders.

“I got you. You’re safe with me.” JJ pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His own eyes watering, “I get it, baby. I get it better than anyone. But I’m never gonna let him hurt you again.”

JJ grabbed tissues on the side table and gently wiped the blood from your nose. You swiped away tears then flinched from the swelling of your eye.

“He wore rings didn’t he?” JJ growled as he studied your eye more closely. “The son of a bitch.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He went crazy.” You whispered and shrank when his eyes cast over the way you clutched your abdomen.

“Let me see,” JJ shook his head when you started to protest. “It’s okay, I need to see if anything is broken.” He was trying to remain as calm as he could, not wanting to scare you but the fire in his expression alerted you he may snap if he saw.

“JJ, I don’t want you to leave and do something stupid.”

“Don’t worry about me. This is about you. You’re my girl.” He cleared his throat when you looked at him. “You’re my best friend. And I want to take care of you.”

You gingerly lifted your shirt and JJ looked away before staring at the bruises on your ribs and stomach. “Motherfucker.” He hissed as he ever so slightly touched them, assessing for anything broken. “He didn’t break them, but-“

“JJ, please don’t leave. I don’t care, I just need you.” You started begging again.

“Shhh, I won’t leave. I promise.” JJ swallowed. “I’m gonna get you some ice.”

“JJ-I just-“ You whimpered as you shifted. But you stretched your arms out. “Can you please just hold me? All that can wait. But I need you to just hold me.”

JJ immediately swept you in his arms, laying down so you were on his chest. He hated the thought of you being uncomfortable but the way you buried your head in his chest and weeped told him this was more important. He pressed kisses to your head, letting you get it all out. Fucking who knew how many times he cried alone in his room over his shit dad. He’d never let you feel the way he did. Alone. He was in love with you. And had been for so long. And he wouldn’t let this happen again. Not to his favorite girl in the world.

“JJ, I feel like I’m too broken. That he took everything away from me.” You whispered against his neck.

He adjusted himself so he could look you in your red rimmed eyes. “You’re never too broken. Okay? You know that? You’re never too broken for me-I mean.”

“I know.” You gave him the tiniest smile and cupped his jaw. “Can I sleep for a little bit?”

“You can sleep however long you need to. I’ll be here.”

He would always be there for you. And from the way your breathing slowed and your cheek rested on his chest, above his heart, he knew you felt the same way about him.

You felt safe.

@xxhellfirebunnyxx @scene-and-dandylover @drewstarkeyslut @emsgoodthinkin @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can

[v1olentdelights]

Summertime Sadness

JJ Maybank x female!Fisher!reader

JJ is 17 - Conrad is 18 - Jere is 17 - reader is 16

Trigger warnings: there is mention of giving up your v-card and also allusions to sex! and a few curse word!

Summary: The harsh reality of summer love

a/n: the ending is a bit wonky because I literally couldn't think of how to end it, so it kind of repeats the beginning? Anyways I hope you like it, this has been on my mind for a while. Also this piece is a big game of pretend

Conrad had found you laying in your room, the window shades opened allowing you to see the dying leaves. You had on one of his Brown sweatshirts and your hair was a mess. Nudging the door open he made his way over to set down a mug of what you assumed to be hot chocolate on your bedside table. 

“Hey kiddo,” his voice was extremely gentle, he had been here before. Hesitantly he laid a hand on your arm. You slowly moved your head to look at him, but the second you saw the hurt and sympathy, you caved. Tears started to well up in your eyes again, you threw yourself up in a sitting position and grabbed hold of him. Conrad pulled you closer, hoping that he could convey everything he couldn’t say. 

Your other brother was out enjoying his few final months before college began for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what had happened. Though since it hadn’t affected him directly, he didn’t feel the need to intervene; he had his fair share of break ups and knew that release came with time. Jeremiah had shown his love in other ways. He had gotten you flowers every two weeks with a simple ‘I love you’ note. 

But Conrad? He had been with you every step of the way as much as he could be. 

—

It was the summer kick off party when you met. JJ had offered you weed and you accepted, and that was the beginning. JJ was your first boyfriend, and even though Nicole had warned you about him and his reputation, you ignored it. He made you feel special and wanted, he always listened to what you had to say, invited you to hang out with his friends, accompanied you to parties, everything a boyfriend should do. 

“This is JJ, my boyfriend! Play nice.” you laughed nervously. The room was silent for a moment as everyone took him in. 

Your mother begged you to bring him to dinner with everyone. You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to put him through what was sure to be an interrogation in disguise. And you were right, though it was mostly from the boys.

– 

Everyone had stood up at the sound of the door creaking a bit. You walked in laughing with JJ holding your hand and following you in. 

But just like that your mom clapped her hands together and walked over to you both. JJ had stuck his hand out to shake her hand, but Susannah had slipped right past that, taking his face in her hands. Your face flushed at her abrupt action. 

“Let me have a look at you,” her smile was bright as she looked at him, she then pulled him in for a tight hug. 

“Welcome to our home, JJ.” The giant wave of relief rushed throughout the kitchen. 

“Thank you ma’am, these are for you by the way.” He did his awkward but cute smile as he held out a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas. She smiled gratefully before ordering the boys to go set the table as you girls finished dinner and got to know JJ a bit better. 

The night was full of questions thrown around by your brothers and Steven. You held onto JJ’s hand throughout the dinner, squeezing it whenever a rather personal question came about. Even as you made your glaring rather apparent, Conrad specifically never backed down. 

“So what do you plan to do? After school?” Conrad asked. JJ looked at you and smiled for a moment before looking at your brother. 

“I actually want to travel. To surf and just experience life.” He seemed rather proud of his answer. Conrad on the other hand seemed highly displeased. 

“How are you gonna support yourself?” There was something about his tone that made you want to yell at him, but that would make a scene. So you kicked his shin as hard as you could since you were across from him. The table shook while his leg jerked from the pain. 

“No, no, you’re right. I’m not sure yet, but I am going to find work along the way while I travel. Then we’ll see where life takes me.” It was hard to miss the scoff he let out. But Laurel changed the topic by asking Jeremiah about his upcoming senior year and his plans. 

By the end of dinner your mother had packed up 2 containers for JJ to take home with him and kissed his cheek goodbye. As you walked him out to the car John B. had let him borrow for the evening you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. Looking back you could see Conrad and Steven watching from the window, but chose to ignore them as best you could. 

“Thank you for coming to dinner, I’m sorry it was more like an interrogation.” But he was already shaking his head and grabbed onto your waist and pulled you in close. 

“I loved meeting your family, even if your brothers were like big guard dogs.” His nose was touching yours. With one little movement he pressed his lips against yours, and it was like in the movies, you pulled back a little bit and he followed. 

“I don’t really like him.” Steven said freely. You assumed either Laurel or Belly had shoved him by the disturbed noise he let out. “I’m just saying she could do way better. He seems like the type of dude to say he’s going to travel the world and then just become some kind of cashier.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow for surf practice, short-stack.” he said, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. And you watched him pull out of the driveway with your fingers pressed against your lips, trying to hold onto the feeling of his lips. 

—

You could tell Conrad, Jeremiah, and Steven had a bad feeling about him, they all made sure to let you know their real feelings. Leaning against the door you allowed yourself to take in the night before facing everyone. As you made your way into the kitchen to have another portion of dessert you heard the chattering. 

“She can like whoever she wants, Steven. Remember when you thought you were going to marry Hermione Granger?” Belly’s somewhat supportive comment made you feel better. Her, your mom, and Laurel were supportive though. You knew deep down that Laurel didn’t approve by the lack of enthusiasm, but you chose to ignore it. 

“I don’t want her dating him, something is just off.” Now that one hurt. You oldest brother, the one who supported you no matter what, the one who would hold you every time you’d cry over a bad grade, Conrad. 

You made your presence known with a fake cough. Grabbing a plate with dessert you looked at everyone with a polite smile. 

For about 2 week things were going perfectly. You had gotten to know Sarah and Kiara a bit more and had even had a few sleepovers at Sarah’s house. Though those were mostly consisted of movies and popcorn while sharing stories about your day or small pieces of your relationship. 

“Thank you for being civil. I’m going to go lay down now, I think.” Belly’s face fell, you had originally planned to go to the movies with her. “Sorry Bells, I am just feeling… tired.” She nodded her head in understanding, but you could tell blowing her off had hurt more than she was letting on. 

—

JJ was your first everything, first kiss, first romantic hand holding, first date, and he was the first person you got high with. But you wanted to solidify your relationship with him. You had decided you wanted to give him your all on some random summer day. He was respectful and loving, it wasn’t serious but it wasn’t too goofy. It was the perfect mix that made you feel even closer. 

You tried not to share too much about your relationship because you could see it rubbed Kiara the wrong way. Having come so far, you didn’t want such a trivial thing to come in the way of the blooming friendship.

But it all changed about 2/3 of the way through the summer. He had begun to spend less time with you, and when he did he was a million miles away mentally. He was constantly high, and was covering up in the heat. Not wanting to push too much you let it go. Your summer days were spent at the fair with Belly or sometimes Sarah. But even she stopped hanging out with you as much. 

You had finally been fed up with all this. You invited JJ to walk with you down the beach to the little food shack in hopes of having a conversation. The dress you decided to wear was flowy and light, it was perfect for the hot summer day, and it fit you in all the right places. John B. had told you a hundred times over that you could walk right in to his home without knocking as long as you made your presence known. So that’s what you did, it was fairly quiet but you heard a faint creaking noise. 

Thinking that it was only one of the shutters of the many windows they all forgot to shut, you made your way right to JJ’s room. Reaching out for the handle you realized that the creaking was coming from in there. Your heart fell right out of you because you knew exactly what was happening. But should you just play the naive and innocent little girlfriend so you could stay with him? You recalled what Conrad had said a few weeks back about something being off with JJ.

So you opened the door, only to find Kiara and him tangled up in sheets together. You gasped a little bit, but it was obviously enough for them to hear because JJ whipped his head around to look at you. 

“Shit.” You turned to leave, even as you heard him fall out of bed and coming after you. “Wait! Stop, just for a minute. STOP!” turning back to him you saw the reddened eyes that looked back to you. 

“Con, is that your sister?” he called out to the older boy, causing him to look up. “Shit, I think she’s crying…” that kicked him into gear, tossing his things on the ground he made his way to you. 

“No, I give you my all only for you to go screw another girl not even TWO WEEKS LATER?! I am done with this shit JJ. Stay away from me. I don’t want you to call me, text me, or come anywhere near my house.” As you burst out the front door you half expected him to follow you out. But you saw Sarah, Pope, and John B. all looking at you with pitying expressions. Of course they all knew. 

—

Conrad and Steven had just finished a few good hours of surfing, though it had barely felt like anything. As they were walking up to where they had left their towels Steven had seen you walking staggering towards them. 

Steven was right, you were crying. The closer Conrad got the more he worried.  Your mascara made marks under your eyes, your dress looked crumpled, and your nose was red – a telltale sign you had been crying and sniffling for a bit – but what worried him most was the way you fell into him. 

“Kid, what’s wrong?” Steven had made his way next to Conrad now. 

“He che-” a gasp breaks the sentence. “He cheated.” the grip around your shoulders had tightened at that. Steven and Conrad looked at each other with shared livid expressions. As your brother rubbed your back gently Steven rushed to grab both the boy’s things before making his way back to the house with both of you. 

— — — —

Laurel and Susannah had pulled you into Susannah's giant bed, tucking you in tightly between the both of them while they smothered you with love. At that point though, you simply felt exhausted. Within 30 minutes you had fallen asleep with your head on Laurel's shoulder while your mother scratched your back softly. And even though you had the worst day of your life, you never felt more loved.

The last few fleeting weeks of summer consisted of you laying in bed watching movies, laying in the sun on the porch while Susannah and Laurel played card games, or lazily swimming in the pool with Belly when she stayed behind with you. 

— — — 

You thought getting over a boy who cheated on you would be easy, right? It was anything but. On the car ride back home you laid your head against the window while listening to music rather than yapping about every little thing you did that summer and all the plans you made for next, like you usually did. Things didn’t get better for a while. Your mom tired to encourage you and reassure you that things would be okay in the end, she made your favorite foods but you wouldn’t eat. 

Here you were 3 months later laying in bed wishing for the world to swallow you whole, and that is where you would stay.

[icarusmonsoon]

healed wounds, mended hearts pt II - rafe cameron

rafe cameron x reader, enemies x lovers, a lot of fluffs and angst between the characters and Y/n, hurt-comfort, a short fanfic series

Part I

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PART II

Rafe

A soft thud was heard from his back, he wasn't sure what made him turn in the middle of preventing Pope from dumping the cross into the ocean but he did. They both did. Rafe can see a familiar figure laying on the floor, blood soaking their side with one of his dad's man looming over them. His heart stopped when he realized who that was, anger spiking up at the thought of what just happened.

He stepped away from Pope, with him doing the same as he just now realized what had happened. Rafe thought he was supposed to be bright. How come Pope didn't realize his best friend was hurt and just now noticing because he stopped coming after him?

"Y/n" he mumbled to himself as he strode past containers, urging himself to get to that man as fast as possible. Anger washed over him with the thought of her being hurt. "Bos i-" There was no time for the man to finish his sentance because the minute Rafe got to the smirking man, he pulled his collar upward, his other hand strangling the man's neck from the side. "You did that huh? You fucking stabbed her?"

"Yeah Bos said to-"

"It doesn't matter what my dad said because i am your bos too, no? Besides he ordered you all to make them leave! And you fucking stabbed her." He spat, his blood ran hot through his whole body.

Rafe punched his face, again, and again, and again. All he see was red, his hands, his vision, the man's face.

"Y/n! Stay with me okay? You stay awake. Fuck! Y/n?" He heard a voice called out in the back and it pulled him out of his mind. Y/n.

Rafe let go of the pathetic man, throwing his body intentionally harsher to the wet side of the floor. He turned his body to face her frail figure with her head leaning against Pope. Her eyes was closed, and he knew. He knew there was not much of an option. And at that exact moment he doesn't care if her friends don't agree, he doesn't care if she'll hate him the next time she sees him. Pope looked forward, their gaze locking, realization so prominent in Pope's pleading gaze as it filled with panic and desperation.

They both realized it was the only way to save her. They have a doctor onboard, whereas if she goes with the rest of the pogues, no one exactly knew where they'll lay ashore, if they'll find any land at all. They were all in the middle of nowhere, that was the only thing they were sure about.

"She has to stay"  Rafe said to him, and though they both knew it, the boy shook his head. Denial clouding his senses as he wrap protective arm around Y/n's limp body, preventing Rafe to go near her. "No there must be another-"

Rafe stepped forward, his arms flying to his sides with frustration. "For fuck sake Heyward you do realize we have a doctor here? And what are you freaks planning to do to her? Huh? Stitch her wounds with what Kiara's hair tye? In the middle of the fucking oce-"

"Just- shut up! Cameron. I get it, okay? But I don't trust you people to just leave her here. That is way out of the option"

"So i guess you have a better idea, yeah? Look, I don't give a single shit if anything happens to you all, but you have to trust me when i say this Heyward. I'd rather that" he pointed at her wound "I'd rather be the one got wounded than seeing her like this. Please, I cant live witho-" he stopped himself.

"I can't live knowing i didn't do anything to save her Pope, and i think you do too" he said, his eyes gleaming with frustration and a desperate need to do something. Pope saw something he had never ever seen before, a side so out of character for the Cameron boy. God, a boy like Rafe wouldn't ever say the word please to anyone, let alone someone who is both a pogue and his enemy. Pope literally saw tears on his eyes through his own blurry vision.

Cleo was the one to act out, grabbing Pope by the shoulder whispering things as a sign to leave. They all knew the consequences that could occur if they dont act fast. And right now all of them were distracted enough to not cause any more trouble for both sides. It was a free pass for the pogues, and a guarantee for the cross's safety for Rafe.

"Just go, before i make the call. I don't care, use the lifeboat if you want." Rafe said before he knelt down, his hands hovering over Y/n's body for a second as if he were contemplating whether or not to touch her without any consent. He was a terrible human being, a mess, but not ever a person to take advantage of a woman. His mind flashed to the day he almost drowned Sarah, the guilt taking control of his emotion. He knew he was wrong, but it wasnt like he can control himself. He really needs help.

But he realized this was an urgent call as he decided to do it nonetheless. He scooped her up, trying to be as gentle as possible whilst holding her close to his chest as he stood up, his one hand opening his phone to call for backup bellow Y/n's body.

Both Pope and Cleo looked at him as they slowly walked backwards. "Just take care of her, if anything happens to her i swear to god we'll get you Rafe" and with that, Cleo pulled him further away from them and left, trying to find the others with hearts as heavy as stones.

To be continued...

Part III

NO SMUT YET BUT I PROMISE YALL ITS HAPPENING SOON

[jjenjoyer]

roslyn - jj maybank

warnings : mentions of abuse, injuries, angst to fluff, heavy themes, sad jj (a crime punishable by death)

summary : jj shows up to your window in the dead of night, desperately in need of patching up-- and a hug would be nice too.

playlist:

last words of a shooting star - mitski

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

roslyn - bon iver

[lower case intended ; third person pov ; 1.3k words]

gentle tapping from outside your window pulled you from your sleep, (if you could even call it that, insomnia has been kicking your ass lately) startling you, the idea of it being an intruder flashing through your mind before you remembered that your best friend since kindergarten and crush since 5th grade, jj maybank, had done this a couple weeks prior, although the reason for it wasn't as pleasant and romantic as one would expect.

suspecting a repeat of that incident, you stood and jerked your curtain open, the moonlight highlighting the unmistakable silhouette of jj crouched at your window. you hastily opened the window, catching the boy as he practically fell into your room.

the faint illumination your fairy lights provided gifted you the ability to see the palette of texture and colour on his face, highlighted by the dried tear stains streaking his cheeks.

your heart sunk, the only word you could utter was his name, the heartbreak evident in your voice. you knew all too well the struggles jj went through at home, the boy was forced to watch his dad fall apart after his mother died in an accident when he was in primary school, eventually losing all conscience and beginning to take his anger out on the being who resembled her down to the dimple (a rare yet heavenly sight). he, of all people, was the last person to deserve it. nobody deserves to feel threatened in their own home, but especially not the brightest, kindest, most caring boy you know.

you thanked whatever gods were out there that you decided to start working out a couple years ago, as it came in handy in the process of practically carrying jj to your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as you shoved your ikea shark into his lap, letting the barely-present boy know that you were going to get the first aid kit you kept in case of this exact scenario repeating. he looked worse this time though, and you hoped the kit would be enough, knowing his hatred for hospitals.

returning a couple minutes later with the first aid kit, along with all the spare bandages of various shapes and sizes you found in the drawers, a pair of ice packs and a water bowl, your eyes locked on jj, sitting in the middle of your twin sized bed wrapped around the large shark plushie, cradling his right wrist (with oddly devoid of blood knuckles) with a pained expression and dull eyes that lit up slightly at the sight of you, to which you smiled softly, taking a spot in front of him after flicking on the bedside light for a better view.

your breathed hitched at the gut-wrenching sight, yet you kept your composure. you had to be strong for him.

he watched silently as you dipped a small cloth into the slightly soapy water bowl, wiping the blood from his eyebrow, nose, cheekbone and lip, disinfecting it and blowing on the area to ease the sting, a trick you had learnt from your mom, later proceeding to stick cute blue band-aids with stars on them over his nose and cheekbone wounds, those being the biggest.

he finally cracked a smile upon seeing you pull the band-aids out.

"i didn't think you would actually buy those."

"don't be silly. you said you hated the plain ones, so deal with it, my north star."

the statement was true though, jj pouted relentlessly when you stuck a plain band-aid on him last time, and he would always be the brightest star in your night sky, leading you home wherever you might be. all factual.

you then gave him the ice pack with the instructions of placing it over the bruises, and the fact that he took the ice pack in his left hand confirmed your suspicion.

"can you move it in a circle?"

jj tried rotating his wrist, which moved at 10 fps, but hey at least it moved. he then moved it up and down, wincing slightly at the action.

"i think its just sprained." you stated, hearing a sigh of relief escaping the blond boy's lips.

after wrapping his wrist with the ace bandage and sticking a ruler inside it as a makeshift splint, you instructed him to take his shirt off, to which he saluted you with a "yes ma'am.", and proceeded to struggle, possibly a trap, since he whistled suggestively when you helped pull it over his head. ok, you walked right into that one, but it was good to see his humour come back.

the sight was bittersweet, the soft light hitting his incredibly toned torso like an artist's brand new wooden palette tainted by an assortment of purple, yellow, green and maroon shades of oil paint, as no matter how much he scrubs at it with turpentine, the essence has already sunk in for eternity-- even once the colour is gone, the oil residue will remain, buried deep.

you couldn't do much for his torso but ice it with the second ice pack, rubbing his back as he cringed at the contact.

once satisfied, you rummaged your closet for those black adidas men's shorts you bought against your mom's wishes and handed them over to jj, since there was no way you were gonna let him sleep in those dirty cargo shorts, and you turned with your face against the closet door as he changed, the sounds of struggle nearly prompting you to help him, but you assumed he wanted privacy. its not like you haven't seen him in his underwear, john b's pantsing prank was diabolically brutal-- speaking of which, why didn't he go to john b for help?

you were ripped from your thoughts by jj's voice stating that he finished.

you pulled him up to the pillows, where you laid beside him after turning off the bedside lamp, the fairy light's soft glow creating an ambiance in which you couldn't help but pull him into you, hugging the boy tightly as he trembled in your arms, subtle shivers which morphed into full-out richter scale level 9 shaking as he sobbed into your shirt, to which his hands clutched on for dear life. you rubbed his back comfortingly while whispering assurances into his hair, interrupted only by the odd kiss for what seemed to be an eternity, and eventually the sobs turned into sniffles as he pulled himself up to your level, storm-laden blue eyes piercing yours, the turbulent ocean trapped behind them seeping into your body, flooding it with pure intensity.

"do you want to talk about what happened?"

"not really..."

a silence washed over the two of you, before jj broke it hesitantly.

"you.. do know that i love you, right?-"

"yeah, j. of course, i love you too."

"-...not in that way."

your eyes went wide as you came to the conclusion that your entire "unrequited love" soap opera was a concept made up by none other than yours truly. however, you knew better.

"tell me that again in the morning, when you're thinking clearly."

jj sighed, having no will to fight, and nodded, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"i will. thank you, for everything. goodnight my darling."

"goodnight j."

the following morning, you had woken up earlier than jj and decided to make him his favourite chocolate chip pancakes, knowing he needed that right now. as you were pouring the last spoonful of batter onto the pan, you felt a large pair of arms snake around your waist, along with a head finding its spot in the dip of your shoulder, blond hair peeking in through your peripheral vision.

"i meant it."

"perfect timing, ninja. so did i."

he spun you around, tilting your chin up with his good hand, pausing for a moment to see if you wanted it, before you both brought your lips together, a kiss long overdue.

"ok now gimme them pancakes, i came here like a floating cartoon character at the smell."

[genesis-p4l-love]

Found Family || OBX Fanfic

Pairings: jjxoc!sister, platonic!Pogues, hurt/comfort, ANGSTY

Warnings: abuse, profanity, 3.8k words (forgive me...)

Summary: JJ's little sister wants to go to a party with her brother's friends. But she doesn't realize there might be someone to stop her from doing that.

DISCLAIMER: OC has autism/displays symptoms of autism. Enjoy!

The sun blinds me as I stare at the open water. I am sitting on the bow of the Pogue, letting Sarah braid my hair. It would be relaxing if JJ was not the kind of person he is. “Watch out!” My brother yells, running past us and cannonballing into the water. Sarah and I yelp as the water splashes us. 

“JJ, that was rude!” I say as his blonde head bobs up from the water.

“You should be more worried about them,” JJ replies, smirking. Just as he says that, John B runs past us, front flipping into the water, followed by Pope, who dives. “Now my splash isn’t so bad, is it sweetie?” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Okay, you’re all getting it now,” says Kiara. “You got my phone wet!” Sarah, Kiara, and I jump in simultaneously, creating a splash that covers all the boys.

“There,” I say as we resurface. “Now we are even.” Then I get a splash in the face. I yelp and back away.

I glare at Pope, who snickers at me. “If only you could see your face right now,” he says through giggles. 

“I cannot wait to see your face when I drown your sorry butt,” I reply, shoving Pope underwater. That starts a war.

Just as I get overwhelmed, JJ calls out from the top of the Pogue, “Hey, ladies, we’ll offer you a truce. A peace treaty if you will,” he says, “But first, one more splash. Heads up!” He flips and cannonballs into the water with a splash to end all splashing.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that,” John B says, sitting beside Sarah. “I’d be happy to go.”

“Heyward said he didn’t need me tonight, so I’m free,” Pope smiles as he grabs a beer from the cooler and tosses one to John B.

“Sounds good,” says JJ, taking a beer from the cooler. “It’s not like I’d be doing anything else. Lynn, you down?”

“Yes, but I would have to stop by our house to get my dress,” I reply as JJ hands me a can of soda.

“You could borrow one of mine again, sweetie,” Kiara quickly says. She and the other Pogues know how my father can be whenever I am around and probably want to keep me from him.

“Thanks, Kiara, but I would really like to wear my dress tonight,” I say, patting her shoulder. “I have been borrowing yours and Sarah’s dresses too much, and they do not fit me. Besides, I need some things from there anyway.” I hop off the boat and step onto the dock, where I put on JJ’s t-shirt, my glasses, and my sneakers. 

“Oh, muffin,” I hear JJ sing. He picks me up by my waist before I can turn around. Despite being 14 years old - only two years younger- I am still small enough that JJ can pick me up like a ragdoll. 

“JJ, stop it!” I exclaim. He puts me down but does not let go. He stays standing behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder. “JJ, what are you doing?” I ask.

“Don’t go, Lynn,” He pleads. “You know how Dad is around you, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Relax, JJ,” I tell him, attempting to pry his hands off me. “It will be in and out. He will never know I was there. I promise.” He sighs, but he lets go of me. I pick up JJ’s brown pack.

“Can I at least come with you?” he asks. I nod with a smile. “We’ll be right back!” JJ shouts over his shoulder.

We take JJ’s bike to Dad’s house. The second we arrive, JJ stiffens up. The place is old outside and worse inside for several reasons. I remember how JJ looked after his last interaction with Dad. The night he got the hot tub. It was one of the few times I have seen him cry. I suggest, “What if I go in by myself?”

That snaps JJ out of his daze. He glares at me, “Carolynn Destiny Maybank, you must be insane if you think I’m gonna let you go in alone,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “Well, first,” I reply, “the full name was unnecessary. Second, you seem like you do not want to go in there, and I do not blame you. But I have to.”

JJ sighs. “Fine,” he mutters. “Please, don’t do anything stupid,” JJ says, kissing my forehead.

“Last I checked, I am the only smart one in the family,” I reply, patting JJ’s cheek. JJ chuckles. “I will be back.”

“Call me if you need me,” JJ calls after me. I turn around and give him a thumbs up.

Upon entering, I see cans and bottles strewn across the floor. “Dad?” My voice echoes through the house. No answer. I run to my room and retrieve my dress. I grab some more outfits before sneaking into JJ’s room. He has been wearing the same two shirts all week, so I assume he will appreciate the favor. Once I have enough clothes in the bag, I zip it up and start to leave. Then, I see my father walking in from the back porch.

Dad stares at me, and a drunken smile appears on his face. I can smell the alcohol wafting off him. Even at this distance, the smell makes me dizzy. “C.D.,” he says. I hate that nickname. “You’re back. What happened this time?”

“Nothing. I have been staying at John B’s house, Dad,” I reply, fidgeting with the backpack strap.

“I didn’t ask where you’re staying,” Dad says, grabbing a bottle of who-knows-what from the fridge and slamming it closed. “I don’t care. Figured you’d be back when you wanted something.” He saunters over to me, grips the hand that holds JJ’s backpack, and lifts it so the bag is at eye level. “This is your brother’s, ain’t it?”

I quickly shake my head. The bottle slips out of Dad’s hand and shatters on the floor, cutting my legs. My hand moves to cover my ears but stops just before reaching them. I put my hand down before Dad notices. “No, I was just grabbing some things,” I say. I slowly back away from Dad. “I have everything I need, so I will get out of your-”

“Hang on now, girly,” says Dad, pulling me back toward him. “You think you can show up in my house and take whatever you want from me? You haven’t been here in weeks.” He steps forward, shoving me into the wall. “With your ‘condition,’ I’m surprised you even made it here. You think you can do whatever you want, C.D.?” He grabs my shirt and slams me into the wall. “You think?” He shouts.

“Dad, please stop shouting,” I beg.

Dad punches my cheekbone, knocking my glasses off. I watch the bridge of my glasses break in half against a table corner. “Answer me!” He yells, his face inches from mine.

I want to answer, but I cannot make myself talk. I am paralyzed.

“Now you wanna stay quiet, huh?” Dad growls. He punches me, and I let out a choked yelp. “You disrespectful rat!” I try to run for the door, but he grabs my braid and pulls me back.  Dad punches my jaw, and I feel blood in my mouth. He slams me back to the ground and continues to hit me. 

I scream my head off, but Dad ignores me. I kick his leg, and he falls to the floor with a loud THUD. “JJ!” I shout. I try to get up again, but a glass bottle flies at my face. I duck, but as the glass hits the floor, the broken shards cut through my clothes. “JJ!” 

My brother bursts into the house and immediately lunges for Dad, shoving him away from me. “Leave her alone, she’s just trying to get her shit!” Dad does not answer, instead punching JJ in the face. He stumbles back but tries to go for Dad again. Dad presses his boot to JJ’s chest and kicks him away. I hear a BANG and see JJ’s head bounce off the floor as he lands on his back. JJ lies there, unmoving and quietly groaning. I start to sob when Dad lifts me off the ground by my hair and shoves me out onto the porch. He punches my ribcage several times before starting to strangle me. I try to hit him, but he only tightens his grip. 

“You don’t deserve to be coming back here,” He points at JJ, “‘Specially not for your punk, dirtbag brother, you ungrateful-” He is interrupted as JJ tackles Dad, knocking them both off the porch and onto the grass below. And he punches Dad relentlessly.

JJ looks at me for a second as if realizing I’m there, and that is all it takes for Dad to shove JJ off him and come storming back up the porch to me. “NO!” I scream. I scramble backward, searching for something to defend myself with. My hand finds something cold and metallic, and impulsively, I swing it at Dad. It hits him hard enough to knock him to the ground beside me. I look at my hand and realize I swung a crowbar at my father. I drop it with a clang and stumble to my feet. JJ runs up to our father, kneeling beside him.

“JJ,” I whimper, “please tell me he is not dead. Tell me I did not murder our father.” I see him press two fingers to Dad’s neck.

“Not dead,” he mutters. “You just knocked him out.” JJ tilts Dad’s head, revealing a cut on his cheek. “He’ll be fine. He probably just hit his head on the floor.” JJ grabs me. He holds my face, perhaps trying to see how bad Dad punched me. I pull away. 

“Can we just-” I start but do not finish before reentering the house.

“Hey, I found your glasses, muffin,” I hear JJ say as I step into the front yard. JJ follows me outside but stops me before I can get on the bike. “Hey, wait, won't the engine hurt your ears? Especially after what just happened?” he asks. I realize he's right, and begin walking beside him.

However, after a few minutes of silent strolling, I collapse. I hear a distant, screaming voice. I am sure it is Dad, angry at me for hitting him. Somehow, I am numb despite all the pain that is still fresh in my body. A pair of arms grab me from behind and pin my arms so I cannot move.

 I shriek at the top of my lungs in desperation. “NO! Get off of me!” I struggle as the arms lift me off the ground, and I am still screaming. Then I am sobbing. I get myself on solid ground and turn and face the stranger. Not letting myself give up, I start to hit him. Everything is slightly fuzzy, so I am unsure who I am trying to attack. I feel two hands grab either side of my face. But they are gentle hands. Not like Dad’s.

Then I hear a soft voice. “Hey, look,” the voice says. “It’s me.” I stare into a pair of familiar icy blue eyes. Not Dad’s green eyes. “It’s me,” JJ repeats in a whisper. 

“What?” I mumble.

“It’s okay,” he says.

I look over JJ’s shoulder and around us, but there is no one. “But Dad- I thought- he- I-” I give up on trying to talk and collapse into JJ out of exhaustion. I take a deep breath and feel the unmistakable scent of cedar wood and saltwater on him. The smell of home. I squeeze him tightly, and his hands rest on my back. 

 He rubs my back, calming my nerves and quieting my sobs. “It’s okay, muffin,” he says.  “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I let go, and he looks me over. He takes off his red hat and puts it backward on my head. He gives me a kind smile. “Let’s go home, yeah?” I nod, and JJ plops me onto the bike. He still refuses to turn the engine on, instead pushing the bike home. We arrive at the Château and John B stands out on the porch, seemingly waiting for us. JJ helps me off the bike and lets me cling onto his front with my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he carries me to the front porch.

“Hey, John B,” JJ says in a sing-song tone as we pass him.

“Hey, JJ,” John B mimics him. “I figured something happened when you guys didn’t come back.” He leads us inside. I lift my head to see Sarah on the couch and Kiara and Pope seated at the table. I smile at them all.

“Hey, guys,” Sarah says. “We missed you.” Everyone but me gives a small laugh. 

“Yeah, I missed being the only one with a brain cell, Lynn,” Pope laughs. I try to laugh before giving a slight wince at the pain in my ribs. I lay down on a pile of pillows beside Sarah. She has the first aid kit and immediately starts looking me over. Kiara strolls over, and she and Sarah gently remove my shirt, leaving me in my bikini top and jean shorts. Pope glances at me and immediately turns, facing away from me.

Sarah winces, and Kiara covers her mouth with her hands. I prop myself up on my elbow and glance down at the marks my dad left on my chest and abdomen. I sense the black eye I will likely have tomorrow morning and the cuts from the glass on my face and neck. I glance at my shirt in my hands. Oh wait, it is JJ’s shirt. And it has blood stains spattered on it from my bleeding nose. Tears fill my eyes.

“Do you want a hug, sweetie?” Sarah asks as I sit up. I nod as I cover my face with the shirt. “I’m so sorry, Lynn,” Sarah says as she hugs me. “You don’t deserve this.” I look at John B and JJ, who look just as horrified as they look furious. Especially JJ. His fingers tangle in his hair, and he gets a determined look on his face. He turns around and steps out the door.

“Where are you going, JJ?” John B asks.

“To teach that old man not to touch my baby sister,” JJ replies darkly. I hear the porch door swing open and promptly slam shut. I quickly follow him, supporting myself on John B. I walk onto the porch, where I see JJ about to get on his bike. He looks at me just as the engine turns on. The loud noise bothers me, so I press my hands over my ears. He quickly turns it off. "Get inside, muffin," he says

“JJ, wait,” I say. He pauses and glances up at me. “Do not do this. Do not leave me.” I try to walk down the porch steps towards JJ, but my legs give out, and John B reels me in. JJ hesitates. “JJ, I need you.”

JJ glumly returns to the porch, slowly wraps his arms around me, and nuzzles my shoulder. I smooth down his hair and let him cry into my shoulder. We stay in the hug for a while, and JJ progressively squeezes me tighter until I yelp in pain. “Sorry,” he mutters. 

I rub his back. “It is okay,” I whisper. I take him inside, and we sit on the couch with Sarah. She gently tends to my cuts and cleans me up as JJ holds my hand. Whether it is for his sake or mine is a mystery. 

“You’re lucky,” says Sarah. “It’s not that bad. Everything’s just bruised, nothing too serious. I think you should be careful moving around because there are a lot of bruises. But you’ll be alright in about a week, and the pain should go away in a few days.” 

I give her a small smile. “Thanks, Sarah,” JJ says. Sarah nods and puts the first-aid supplies away. JJ wraps his arms around my stomach, pulling me onto his lap. The coldness of his rings provides some relief against the pain in my stomach. “How was that party?” JJ asks the Pogues.

The group looks at him, confused. “We never went,” Pope says. “We couldn’t go without you guys.” 

“Oh,” I mumble. “Sorry.”

“No, absolutely not,” John B says firmly. “Don’t you dare be sorry. If we hadn’t been here, who would clean you up? Not JJ.” JJ deadpans at John B, and we all laugh at him.

“Besides, it’s just one party,” Kiara adds. “You are more important than a party. And there will be other parties that we can go to together.”

“Hey, Lynn, where are your glasses?” Pope asks.

My smile falters. “Dad broke them.”

JJ reaches into his pocket and pulls out the clear, broken frame. “Pretty bad,” he says.

“It’s not that that bad. I can tape these up if you want, Lynn,” offers Pope, taking the glasses.

“Yes, please,” I say gratefully.

“Yeah, no problem,” Pope says, grabbing some duct tape from the table. A few minutes later, he hands them back to me. It is obvious that they have been taped, but at least I can wear them without them falling apart. I put them on, and everyone instantly becomes more clear-cut.

“Thank you, Pope!” I exclaim.

After that, the Pogues and I play games for the rest of the night. Eventually, Kiara and Pope go home, and John B and Sarah go to Sarah’s house. By midnight, I am in my bedroom in the Château. It is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window. I am cozily sitting in JJ’s brown jacket, doodling in my notebook instead of sleeping. I hear a light knock on my door. I open the door, and JJ is outside in his dark blue tank top that says “Pelican Marina: Kildare Island” and gray shorts.

“I can’t sleep,” he says sheepishly. “Can I come in?” I lightly laugh but let him come into my room. He strolls in and flops face down onto my bed.

“Well, I see why you could not sleep, JJ. You had to get all the ‘dramatic’ out of you,” I say as I shut the door. I hear a muffled laugh. JJ rolls onto his back, leaving plenty of space for me to sit beside him. As I sit, JJ sits upright. 

“Do you wanna go down to the docks?” JJ asks. 

“In the middle of the night?” I ask him. JJ shrugs in response. “Sure.” JJ drags me down to the dock and helps me climb into the Pogue. “Are we going somewhere?”

“No,” he replies. “I just wanted to come out here with you.” I shake my head but laugh. I sit on the bow of the boat, and JJ joins me. JJ wraps one arm around me, resting his head on mine. I pull JJ’s other hand into my lap and fiddle with his rings. “I swear, I’ll kill him,” JJ mutters.

“JJ, seriously?” I ask, pulling away from his grasp. “Do we have to talk about this?” I move and stand a few feet away from JJ. “Just let it go, dude.”

“He hurt you again, Lynn,” JJ growls, tears glossing his eyes. “He deserves it.”

“I know!” I shout. I stop myself before I get angry and lean over the boat’s rim, staring at the water.  “I do not want to talk about it.”

“Don’t you want him to get what’s coming to him?” JJ presses.

“Of course I do,” I reply, tears welling back up. “I hate how Dad treats us, especially because of how I am. But I hurt him tonight and hated it. Do you think that is gonna make anything better for us? What do you think will happen if you beat our father to death?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see JJ lower his head, and his hair falls over his face. “I’d probably end up in juvie,” he whispers. “But you got hurt because of him. And I guess that’s partially my fault, huh?” I turn to him in confusion. “I let you go in alone, and I couldn’t get in fast enough to keep him from hurting you. I mean, look at you.” He points at my bruises. “You’re all banged up. I’m just angry.” 

“Angry at Dad?” I ask. “Or angry at yourself?” 

JJ stares at me. “I think you know that it’s both,” he says.

“I am mad at Dad too, JJ,” I tell him, walking back over and taking his hands. “He should not get to do this to us all the time. But you did not make him hurt me. That was him. Taking it out on Dad will not change that. If anything, he might hurt you again, and I do not want that.” I lift his chin, and he stares at me, his jaw clenched and tears staining his cheeks. “Please, do not leave me, JJ.” 

He relents, “Okay.” I smile in relief. He pulls me onto his lap, and I play with his hair, humming a random tune.

“Hey, Lynnie?” JJ asks. 

“Hmm,” I mumble, somewhat spaced out. 

“I noticed some of my clothes were in the bag you took with you.” I look my brother in the eye. “Did you take them from the house?” He asks.

“Yeah, um, I wanted to save you the trouble of getting them yourself,” I reply, returning to his hair.

“Lynnie, while I appreciate the favor, that was dangerous,” JJ says, gently squeezing my shoulder. “You were alone in there. You’re lucky Dad didn’t do worse. He could’ve hurt you much worse than he did tonight. Next time, you might not be lucky. So I need you to promise me something.” I stare at him, waiting for him to continue. “Never go in Dad’s house alone. You go with me or John B, or you don’t go.”

 “That is fine by me,” I nod.

“Good girl,” says JJ, kissing my cheek.

“Yes, I am,” I reply, cuddling into his side. “You deserve a brother of the year award, you know.” JJ laughs, and I let my eyes fall closed.

I am about to doze off when I hear JJ whisper, “Lynnie?”

“Yes, JJ?” I whisper back.

“I just want you to know that I love you, muffin,” he says. I snort. “No, seriously. I mean it. I love you.” JJ rarely verbally expresses his love, like me, so it takes me a moment to process. “And I promise I’ll do better at protecting you.” I open my eyes and glance up at him. Even in the darkness, I can see the sparkle in his eyes that tells me his words are genuine.

I smile. “I love you too, JJ,” I reply, kissing his cheek. I drift off, reminded that my brother will always be with me through the hard times.

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Ouch! | J.M.

Summary: in which you get injured while playing volleyball and JJ tends to you. Warnings: bloody nose, fighting Word Length: 1.2k

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The sun beamed radiantly on the residents of Kildare, not a cloud in sight. It was an uncharacteristically nice day for the season. The middle of July and the UV index being a 4 was practically unheard of, and you and your friends were planning to take advantage of it.

There was a charming set of beach volleyball courts near The Cut, somewhere in between there and Figure 8. You had been a few times and enjoyed it, aside from the "tourons" who often inhabited it in the summertime.

You and the rest of the group had already piled into the Twinkie and were headed towards the beachside where the courts were located. You and JJ sat near the back of the boho-style van, his arm resting across the back of your shoulders. He played with the strands of your hair and blew on your neck.

You squirmed, the feeling of JJ's breathe causing shivers to ripple up your back. You looked out the window and noticed that you were nearing the beach.

"Finally!" JJ exclaimed dramatically, beginning to gather up yours and his belongings.

The beach was packed, which was not preferable, but there were still a couple volleyball courts left open. The group rushed to one of the courts toward the middle of the beach and began to set up.

You weren't the best at volleyball, but you had gotten better. You definitely still lost every time, but what mattered was that you enjoyed it.

Your group decided to play girls versus boys, which was mostly fair, as Sarah and Kiara both had some experience with volleyball. John B and Pope were a bit clumsy, but JJ was extremely experienced at the sport. He spent the most time on the beach growing up, so he had a lot of opportunities to learn.

You were shaking off your flip flops in anticipation when JJ came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your torso. He reached around and kissed your cheek as obnoxiously as he could muster.

"Mmwah!"

"Blech!" You hollered, amused. You turned around in his arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I think I might finally beat you today," you spoke playfully, and smiled softly at him.

"Oh, really?" he started. "We'll see about that."

With a wink and a smirk, he ran to the opposite side of the volleyball net, the sand becoming airborne with each step he took.

The first couple rounds of the game went alright; the score was tied. You and the girls were holding your own, but of course, JJ was showing off. He jumped and dove for every ball, never missing a beat.

You were about to serve the ball when you heard laughing nearby. You looked up to see a group of male tourists near you laughing and spiking volleyballs as hard as they could. Idiots, you thought to yourself and shook your head.

You returned to your serving position, moving your right fist back and forth to balance it and get the perfect spot. Before you could make your move, you heard JJ's voice holler.

"Y/N!"

You barely had time to react before something firm hit you in the face with enough force to knock you on your rear, your head flying back into the sand.

"Jesus," you exclaimed, hand coming up to grip your nose. You felt something warm and wet. Uh oh.

"What the fuck, man?" JJ's voice chimed through your ringing ears. "Were you dropped on your head or are you naturally that much of a goddamned idiot?"

Sarah and Kiara had made their way to you by this time. Helping you sit up, their panicked faces came into view and you waved them off, assuring them you were fine. They began looking around frantically, no doubt searching for something to stop the steady stream of blood gushing out of your nostrils.

Now that you were sat up, you could see through your tearful gaze that JJ was up in the face of one of the tourists that were spiking the ball. His nostrils were flared, his hand pointing towards you. The tourists hands were up in defense, frightened by JJ's extreme reaction.

"I asked you a fucking question! You just hit my girlfriend in the face because you wanted to go and do some dumbass shit!"

At the sight of JJ pulling on the collar of the tourist and John B and Pope unable to pull him off, you knew you needed to do something.

"JJ!" You hollered sternly, with as much force as you could in your current state.

His wide, blue eyes turned to you then, relaxing slightly at the sight of your face. Upon seeing the tears and blood flowing from your reddened face, though, his eyes filled with fury.

"Do you see her fucking face, dickhead? Do you see what you did?"

The tourist naturally turned then, to look at you, and JJ wasted no time in socking him in his nose, hard.

"JJ!" You practically screamed then, which got his attention. He dropped the collar of the young man, pushing him to the ground before running over to you.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled when he approached you. He tore off his tank top and held it to your face; the search for tissue by the girls proved to be fruitless.

"Did you have to hit him, Jayj?" You used your nickname for him, showing that you still appreciated him going to your defense.

"Yeah, actually, I did," he murmured, focusing on removing the blood from your face. "I can't believe he hit you this hard. Goddamn."

"Yeah," you mumbled, coughing. You held up your finger then, signaling JJ to stop. You then leaned over and spit, a pile of blood-filled spit coming out.

"Fuckin' hell." You saw JJ's jaw clench then, and he made a motion to get up. You knew he had every intention of finishing what he started with the tourist nearby.

"Stay here," you commanded, but finished the sentiment with a soft, "please."

JJ's eyes softened, and he looked over to where the tourist was icing his face. He had enough self-control to realize when his girlfriend needed him, despite his overwhelming desire to beat the young man. He wanted to make the man bleed at least as much as he had made his girlfriend bleed.

JJ crouched back down to your level and asked, "does it still hurt?"

"Not really," you assured him. "I could probably use some ice, though."

He popped up quickly, jogging the short distance to the cooler to retrieve some ice for you. He held it to your face with one hand, the other rubbing the tears away from your under-eyes. You didn't ever feel like you needed to cry; the tears must have been a reaction from getting hit in the nose.

"My poor baby," he gushed, pouting his bottom lip at you playfully. "I think it's best if you're done playing for the day, so in that case, I'd say you forfeit, and I win."

JJ grinned at you. You feigned shock, and retorted, "absolutely not. I can still kick your ass with or without a bloody nose."

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hurt/comfort prompts

1. “let me help you.”

2. “it’s not gonna hurt forever.”

3. “tell me where it hurts.”

4. “please. i need your help.”

5. “will you stay with me? please.”

6. “i just wanna hold you.”

7. “it was just a nightmare. you’re okay.”

8. “i’m here. i’m always right here.”

9. “i feel safe with you.” “then i’ll stay right here with you.”

10. “it’s okay to cry. i’ll be here to wipe your tears.”

11. “you can talk to me.”

12. “i’m gonna keep you safe.”

13. “i won’t let anybody hurt you ever again.”

14. “you deserve so much better than the hand you were dealt.”

15. “can i listen to your heartbeat? it’s calming.”

16. “don’t look at it. just let me stitch you up.”

17. “i’m just so sad.” “what can i do?” “just be here.”

18. “you have to calm down. just breathe for me.”

19. “you don’t have to keep hiding your pain.”

20. “let’s go for a drive.”

21. “i know it hurts.”

22. “can i hug you?”

23. “there’s no shame in crying. i’ll cry too if you want.”

24. “i didn’t mean to disappoint you.” “you could never.”

25. “ i didn’t mean to fall asleep.” “it’s okay. you needed it, and you looked too peaceful for me to wake you up.”

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Together Chapter 47 Sneak Peak Snippet

Alright! You all voted for JJ/John B(at least they're in the lead lol) That means you are getting a portion that is way farther into the chapter than I originally planned to give, therefore will know a lot more, you sly dogs lol. Also way less of a cliff hanger then if I were deciding, believe it or not! 😭

Let me know what you think and if this is something you'd like to see again. Kinda fun to see what people would like and give you some things early.

-Lis 🖤

Anna was at the ER not even fifteen minutes after they were. Apparently she got concerned when Mike called and asked after Kie. Told her their child wasn't responding to phone calls and when Mike suddenly also went radio silent she became worried enough to go to the Wreck herself.

Can imagine what she found.

Now she sits opposite her husband, running a soothing hand over his back. JJ clocks the gesture. It reminds him of Kie. How her gentle hands always comforted him. What he wouldn't give for them now.

"JJ," John B's voice rings in his head. He thinks he's hallucinating when he looks up and sees his best friend pausing. John B looks at the Carreras before walking over and kneeling beside him.

"What are you doing here?"

John B blinks. "You called me, man," he reminds.

He did? He thinks back, scrunching his face as he recalls a frantic phone call to his brother from the back of Shoupe's truck, not even knowing what he was saying. Rarely has JJ reached out to anyone for help directly, aside from Kie. He was so distressed he didn't know what he was doing.

"Hey," John B says, hands coming to his shoulders. He again looks over at Anna and Mike, who aren't really paying him any attention. They look far too lost in their own world to notice he's even here. "Hey, JJ," he says again, patting his face to get his attention. "What happened?"

JJ's panicked phone call to him was more anxiety inducing than informative. It was hard to even make out anything he was saying over his cries and begs for help. For a minute John B thought JJ was the one that was in trouble. And then he said something about Kie and heading to the hospital. Took John B all of ten seconds to get in the Twinkie and make his way over.

JJ sighs out an anxious exhale. His chest feels like it's being gripped from the inside. He thinks it would hurt less to have his limb amputated. He stares at his shorts before he answers, not able to look at his brother.

"Kie's um," he sniffles. "Kie's hurt real bad."

"What do you mean?" John B demands, looking around, like she's in the room with them to give her own assessment.

"I—" JJ doesn't even know how to say it out loud. It was all so sickening. How could this happen? "S-sh-she was closing the Wreck," he pushes out. "Travis attacked her."

John B's eyes widen in shock before JJ reaches for him, wanting--needing someone to comfort him. "Please," he pleads. "Tell me she's going to be okay, I need someone to tell me she's gonna be okay."

John B isn't prepared for the kind of emotional vulnerability coming from his brother. It's childlike and fragile. It's not the tough exterior he usually sees.

Begs the question, what the hell happened to Kie that got him this...scared?

"Course she is, Jay," John B says immediately, embracing him back. "She's gonna be fine."

She had to be. There was no world where Kie wouldn't be okay. Right?

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dads suck ; jm

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⌁ jj maybank x reader

⌁ hiding bruises and keeping secrets is something jj knows all too well, and he wants nothing but to bring you comfort. // angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

⌁ 2.1k words

! : gender neutral r (they/them), overly strict parent, abuse, bruises, sad jj, jj and r #bonding el oh el, swearing, not set in any specific season/time, not really edited.

✐ in anticipation for outer banks 3, i did this really quick (it’s also my very first obx fic!!). the downside: i don’t remember a lot of the small details of this show and i’m not currently able to watch it yet, so if anything seems off, that’s probably why. also, hopefully i got jj’s characterization right??

Walking into your own home wasn't supposed to strike fear into your heart like a spreading disease, nor was it supposed to make your hands shake beyond your control, eyes darting around fearfully. It was supposed to be your safe place—your sanctuary.

The place where you were supposed to feel loved and cared for, brought you heartbreak and hurt. Any wrong move could lead to being hit or yelled at, and you hated it.

You didn't tell anyone about it, however. Instead using your smiles and laughter as a shield to keep everyone from being suspicious, fearing that maybe your Dad wasn't lying when he said if anyone hears about this, I'll make you regret it. Understand that?

You felt that same fear as you entered your house, stepping into the foyer. You had just gotten back from school, and the day had been rather uneventful as usual until something went wrong. You were a few minutes late to your third period class because your second period teacher asked you to help carry some textbooks to another classroom. It took longer than expected, however.

In the end, you weren’t even that late, you you shouldn’t have been surprised when your Dad was called about your brief absence to the class.

You wish you could say that it wouldn’t of been that big a deal, but you already know that your night was about to get a whole lot worse than the usual.

You froze in your steps, hearing your name being called from the kitchen. You couldn’t keep him waiting too long though, so your dragged yourself to the kitchen, eyes directed to the floor.

“Hi, Dad.”

Your Dad was doing the dishes, which was something that shocked you to your core. You felt rooted in place, watching as he placed a clean dinner plate onto the drying rack. It was such a simple, ordinary thing to most, but he always insisted that this was your job, along with many other chores. He’d pick out every little thing about it that you were doing wrong—even if you were doing nothing wrong at all—and he’d make you pay for it.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine. This doesn’t feel right. “How was school?”

You stayed standing where you were, shifting in place only slightly. “It was good.” You nodded. Your hands were behind your back, and you gripped them together tightly, praying that they would stop shaking.

“Really?”

You felt the pressure of the situation press down on your shoulders, threatening and hoping for your bones to crack under the intensity of it all. You nodded at him, with a light hum, not wanting your voice to waver if you spoke.

“Nothing too interesting happen today?”

You faintly shook your head.

“Well, maybe tomorrow might be more eventful, hmm?” He smiled, but it almost felt sinister. You knew it meant nothing good.

Your Dad continued to do the dishes, confusion slowly creeping up your spine. You didn’t understand.

When he reached over to put a clean cup on the rack, his hand was noticeably too far from the rack, but he let the glass fall from his fingertips anyway. You jumped slightly as the glass hit the ground, the clear shimmering glass shattering into pieces as it hit the ground. Your Dad tsked, sighing as he observed the mess he’d made with an unsettling glint in his eyes.

“Well,” he said, “looks like you’re gonna have to clean this up.”

You didn’t realize you’d frozen in place until he repeated himself louder. Like instinct, you started picking up the pieces of glass. He’d started telling you how this was all you fault that the cup broke, even though you both knew it couldn’t possibly be your fault.

“This is what you get for that call I got earlier today.”

You faltered for a moment, but kept picking up the glass.

“Are you ignoring me now?!”

You immediately shook your head, but he was having none of it. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was in your throat as he pushed you against the counter with an angry glint in his eyes.

"After everything I've done for you, and you can't even manage to get to class on time?! You'll ruin my reputation!" He yelled at you. He raised a hand, slapping you across the face. "Ungrateful.” He seethed. He raised a hand to hit you again, and you tried to get away, but he was too strong, holding you in place. He hit you again. "Worthless." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up and throwing you onto the glass covered ground. You cried lout as you hit the floor, feeling a small piece of glass pierce your cheek where your head hit the ground.

This wasn't how it usually went. He was being worse than usual. Usually, he'd hit you in places it couldn't be seen, like your ribs. It was why you'd stick to one piece swim suits. He knew where he could hurt you without people noticing. You don't know why it's different this time—whether it was a bad day at work or lack of sleep—but he didn't seem to care about where he hurt you or who would see.

He looked down on you, clearly liking how much power he had over you. He then huffed, giving you a harsh kick to the ribs. You felt the air escape from your lungs as you wheezed out at the pain, and he walked off with a scoff.

You don’t know how long you stayed there on the floor, surrounded by a halo of broken glass, your ribs and face slowly turning red and purple from the hits. You stayed long enough that the house had gone completely silent—your Dad had left.

So, you shakily pushed yourself up, gripping onto the counter for balance. It took you what felt like an unbearable amount of time to get to the front door and out the house, and you couldn’t even describe how long the walk to the château felt. With how hard your head hit the floor, you were surprised you hadn’t collapsed yet.

You dropped yourself onto the bench on the porch of the château, not having the energy to go any further.

You heard a door open, and the sound of someone lightly cursing, then your name being called. Messy blonde hair came into your view, and blue sad eyes. He said your name again.

You groaned.

“What happened? Oh, my God, you— are you— fuck.” JJ picked you up, bringing you inside. He put you on the couch gently, rushing out of the room. You almost felt bad, really. You didn’t want to put all of this pressure on him, but you didn’t know where else to go.

You weren’t as close to the pogues as everyone else in the group was, because you were a bit newer to the group. You hung out with them all the time, but you didn’t feel like you were attached at the hip quite yet.

JJ returned only a few moments later with a first aid kit. You trusted him to do a good job, because you knew he’s handled things like this before. No one really told you about JJ’s home life, but it was no secret on the island of what kind of person Luke Maybank was. They saw the state he was in, and they’d see JJ walk around with bruises, and then people’d start talking. It was easy to figure out that JJ Maybank had a hard life.

You didn’t realize he’d started tending to your wounds until you felt a sharp pain in your cheek, and JJ pulled away the piece of glass. He apologized, clearly stressed and upset, and you felt guilty again.

“What happened?” His voice caught in his throat a little when he spoke. Just because you weren’t as close with him as the rest of them were with him doesn’t mean he didn’t care. You were best friends, and the lack of having years of memories didn’t change that. You had your entire life ahead of you to make some.

You found yourself unable to speak even though you wanted to, worrying again about your Dad somehow finding out. It pained you to admit the amount of control he had over you.

But you wanted to be helped. It was a desperate, aching feeling that you carried with you in every step. Every time you spoke, the words almost fell off your tongue but then you’d falter, saying something else with a smile that you weren’t so sure was real anymore. If there was anyone to speak to, and if there was any time to do it, it was to say it to JJ right now.

“It was…” you felt like the walls were caving in on you as you had a moment where you thought he wouldn’t even believe you. There were hardly any signs of anything happening in your home before, and your Dad always looked so polite and put together.

When JJ saw your hesitance, the words dying in your mouth, he felt his worry spike. He hoped his assumption was wrong.

“My, uhm…” you held back a cry from what had happened and from the pain of JJ cleaning your wounds, “my Dad.”

The secret was finally out and into the world, and you didn’t know how to feel. You were relieved, but for some reason you couldn’t get your hands to stop shaking.

“Fuck, I—“ JJ’s heart was in his throat as he continued to clean your wounds as gently as possible. He felt like a lit candle slowly slowly dying down at your revelation. You, who was always smiling and laughing; cracking jokes with the pogues like you’d known them for years; and giving out kindness like your life depended on it… you were more like JJ than he’d initially thought.

JJ didn’t know what to say, for a moment or two. He continued to aid you, chewing on his lower lip in thought. He’d always dealt with his pain with jokes, which he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate or not. Maybe you could use a laugh right now though.

“Dad’s suck, huh?”

In your haze of tears and hurt, a small and weak laugh bubbled from your chest. “Yeah, they do.”

With some of the tension lifted off your shoulders, the next short silence that followed wasn’t so bad, more so welcomed with the knowledge that JJ believed you, and he cared about you. He didn’t outright say it, but you knew it to be true.

When he zipped up the first aid kit, placing it on the table, he then turned to you. “This uh… this been going on long?” You knew serious conversations weren’t exactly his strong suit.

You only nodded in reply.

“You can tell us anything, you know? We’re pogues, man. Whether you like it or not we’re not leaving you behind. All right?”

You nodded again, this time letting a tear slip. You put your head down, wiping it away. JJ frowned when you muttered out an apology.

“Why are you sorry?”

“For being weak.”

JJ was getting déjà vu, watching the way you cried and apologized for it. He knew the feeling of feeling weak all too well. “Crying doesn’t make you any weaker, y’know.”

Your head snapped up as you were about to protest.

“It doesn’t.” He insisted, leaning forward to show how much he meant it. “If that’s something that your dad told you, than he’s wrong. He doesn’t know shit.” JJ felt his heart cracking at the sight of more tears pooling in your waterline. “The fact that you’ve put up with this so long on your own shows how strong you are, y’know that?… you don’t have to do it on your own anymore.”

Before you knew it his arms were wrapped around you, putting you close. You cried harder at the comfort, feeling warmth blossom on your chest.

Eventually you two pulled away, and he settled for resting a hand on your shoulder.

“My head hurts.” You said, holding a hand up to your temple while blinking tiredly.

“Did you hit it off something?”

You nodded. “The floor.”

JJ suppressed his anger, instead saying, “All right, you’ll have to rest later, in case you have a concussion.” The idea of not being able to close your eyes and sleep made you internally groan, but you knew he was right.

You were grateful that JJ was the one here. Even though you’d have to face your Dad again later, right now you were content with spending the night at the château with JJ, laughing a little brighter than before.

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