If The World Was Ending- John B

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A/n: I’VE MISSED YOU GUYS! I broke my phone and I had to wait the whole month before my new phone got shipped in. But I’m back and I’m so excited to keep writing!

Summary: Inspired by If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michael’s + Laying On My Porch While We Watch The World End by Powfu.

Word count: 1,510

Warnings: cursing

John B sat in his van as he let out a string of curse words from his lips. His entire life living in the Outer Banks he had never seen so much traffic in front of his eyes. It was a one way street with about 20 cars in front of him going 10 miles under the speed limit. He reached over and hovered his hand over the passenger’s seat before it fell limp onto the cushion.

He felt the small impact of the fabric, sighing as he shook his head to clear his thoughts. It seemed as if it were yesterday when you were in the passenger’s seat, his hand placed on your thigh; tracing the letters of the alphabet onto your skin. His eyes fell onto the empty seat as he let out a loud sigh, running his hand through his hair.

You two were high school sweethearts, started dating in 9th grade but split up after high school graduation. You two had a conversation about your future together, whether you guys would want marriage and kids. You had told him you weren’t ready for marriage and you weren’t sure if you ever would be. His heart was crushed by your words, wondering if you were ever really in love with him. You had always loved him, but you knew you weren’t ready to spend forever with him. You both said you two would stay in touch; that was one year ago.

He was too caught up in his thoughts and memories to process the road underneath his car began to shake and rumble. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was hearing quite a few screams of fear. Only then did he realize that there was an earthquake happening. He sat in the driver’s seat, frozen in fear as he immediately thought of you. 

He wondered where you were and if you were safe. Maybe you were out at the bar drinking, maybe you were in your house watching television in the living room. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt his van shake fiercely, wishing you were there to calm him down; and that’s when he realized something. If the world was ending, he would want to be with you. 

He would want you in his arms, talking with you as if nothing was happening. He wouldn’t be afraid to tell you he loves you, he wouldn’t be terrified to tell you that he never stopped. Everything he feared, he didn’t care about as long as he was with you. He wouldn’t even dare to say goodbye to you in the final minute, knowing he would wake up on the other side with you in his arms. 

He was hesitant while wondering if the world ended, would you want to be with him as well? 

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You sat on the edge of your couch watching as ‘breaking news’ was written across your television. The earthquake didn’t frighten you, it didn’t make you run for cover. You sat on your couch with your head in your hands, your thoughts immediately finding their way to think about John B. You wondered if he was scared, worried, or unbothered like you were.

You turned your head to the empty spot on the couch next to you. Trying to fight back, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the memory of John B laying upside down with his feet dangling in the air as his face turned a beet red. You could have your eyes closed in a room full of a thousand people; yet still be able to pick out his laugh, reminiscing on the amount of times you caused it. 

Recalling a memory from one night, the sound of your drunken laughter mixed with his echoed in your head. 

You drunkenly thanked the uber driver, complimenting her hair before exiting the car. John B joined your side, apologizing to her for having to drive the drunken couple home. She offered a warm goodbye before driving out of your driveway. 

You shoved your hand into your purse, fingers pushing objects around until you found your house keys. John B giggled loudly before you held your index finger up to your lips, “shh! My neighbors hate me enough as it is.” You mumbled, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. “Y/n, how much shit do you have in your purse,” he started, “seriously! You shove your hand in there and it’s like a trip to Narnia!" 

You cackled at his words, immediately covering your mouth with your hand as you pulled your keys out. Fiddling with the item you tried inserting the key into the lock, missing it 3 times before you were able to insert it. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, nearly stumbling over as you forced the door.

Turning around you flipped the lights on in your kitchen, both of you groaning out in pain as the bright lights blinded you both. He covered both your eyes and his with his hands as you quickly switched them back off. John B pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, aiming to sit down in the seat only to miss it completely as he fell to the floor.

You covered your mouth as you began cackling at your boyfriend’s mishap. Doubling over from laughter, your face turned red as you couldn’t catch your breath. "Are-are you-you ok-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as his laughter got louder than yours. You fell to your knees and joined his side, cupping the side of his face. Your laughter slowly died down with his as his eyes looked into yours. “You’re so beautiful.” He slurred, gently holding the bottom of your chin as he kissed you.

Returning the action, you sighed in content at the feelings of his lips against yours. He released you which allowed you to snuggle into his chest. Your eyes slowly fell shut as you quietly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat on your kitchen floor. 

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You smiled softly to yourself, shutting off the TV before leaning back against the cushion. You sat there in silence for a few minutes before a rapid knock echoed from your front door. Slowly getting up you headed towards the sound before unlocking the door and opening it. You could barely process who was in front of you before he tackled you in a hug.

The smell of his cologne immediately made your eyes water, not realizing how much you missed him. Your eyes watered as you felt him hold the back of your head as your fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt. The sound of him sniffling made your heart ache with pain. You felt like you were frozen in place, like your body turned cold. “You’re safe.” He spoke to himself, thanking the Lord that you were okay. Slowly pulling himself away from you, his brown eyes searched into your E/C ones. You got lost in his for a moment before inviting him inside.

He sat next to you on the couch turning his body to face you. “I miss you.” You let the words glide off your tongue before you could stop yourself. His eyes widened at your confession, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip; a habit he had when he got nervous. “When I felt the earthquake, I realized something. I realized that if the world was ending I would want you to come over. I’d want you to stay the night, even if you fell out of love with me I just want to be with you. You made me feel alive, and that’s all I’d be able to focus on even if we were about to die." 

Exhaling loudly, you caught your breath as his eyes filled with tears. "I’m sorry if that was too much or didn’t make sense-” John B quickly reached forward and held the side of your face, kissing you passionately as you held his wrist in place. The feeling of euphoria ran through your body, goosebumps appeared on your arms as you felt him grin into the kiss. You pulled back from him to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his.

“I could be falling to my doom but I would be smiling because you have made me the happiest person. There could be meteors flying across the sky, buildings could be falling down and on fire, chaos could be everywhere but I wouldn’t give a single care in the world because I’m safe with you. I know you said you weren’t ready for marriage, but that never stopped me from loving you even after we broke up.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips.

“I never stopped loving you either, and this whole thing showed me that I am ready for marriage. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You muttered, a wide grin appeared on his lips. “Really?” Your grin mirrored his, “really.”

Magic Touch- JJ Maybank

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Summary: After JJ finds out a secret you’ve been keeping for a long time, he’s right by your side to help take care of you. 

Word count: 1,822

Warnings: verbal and physical abuse/violence, mentions of blood, cursing.

You tiptoed through your bedroom window, not trying to attract your mother as you packed your bag to spend the week at John B’s. Your mother was just like JJ’s father, always smuggling or doing drugs, drinking until they’re unconscious, or just passed out on the couch for days on end.

Your mother was never supportive of you, you worked everyday and your mother didn’t even have a job. She would take her anger out on you everytime she remembered your dad wasn’t in the picture. If you said or did something she didn’t like, she would verbally and physically tell you how she felt about it.

No one in the Pogue friend group knew about your struggles at home. Every time you showed up with a new cut or bruise, you always managed to find a new excuse on what happened. You figured you would have to tell them at some point, you just didn’t know it would have to be so soon.

You snuck around in your room, packing bathing suits and clothes. Bagging some more essentials you would need just in case. Scanning your room, you quietly zipped your bag shut before opening and closing your bedroom door. Turning around you froze in your tracks to see your mother standing there with her arms crossed.

“Are you staying at that Josh B’s house?” Her mother slurred, nearly falling over from just standing there. “His name is John B, and yes I am.” You stated, your tone firm even though your legs were shaking. You threw your backpack over your shoulders and walked by your mom

“Is that JJ boy going to be there too?” You ignored her question as you kept your focus on the front door. You had your hand on the doorknob before she shouted at you, “he’s just gonna use you!”

Your jaw clenched as you bit your tongue. Turning around to face her you felt anger bubbling from the center of your chest. “JJ is not going to ‘use’ me. You don’t even know him so keep his name out of your mouth.” You stepped back after you spoke, not knowing just how harsh your tone sounded.

“Your father would be ashamed of you,” she started, “you look just like him. And I fucking hate that, you know why? Because he should be here, and not you. Everytime I look at you, you make me wanna scream!” She spat, her voice was laced with venom and pure hatred.

“I wish you were the one who left and not him.” You raised your voice back at your mother whose eyes were widened with fury. Before you could even process what happened, your mother grabbed the nearest empty beer bottle and chucked it at you.

You let out a cry of pain as you felt a sharp blow right above your right eyebrow. You stood there in fear as your fingers reached up to touch the area that had been hit. You lowered your hand to see a small drop of blood on your finger. You flicked the drop of blood away as you quickly swung the front door open. The moment you stepped out of the house, you slammed the door shut and just ran as fast as you could to John B’s

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, feeling mentally drained from those 5 minutes near your mother. You were tired, tired of both the physical and emotional pain every time you were in that house. You wanted to get as far away from there as possible. Your wound went numb as the summer breeze hit it. You were too focused on your legs running to focus on the pain.

Finally running up the driveway to John B’s house, you stopped at the front door as you bent over to catch your breath. Calming yourself down, you walked inside to find it was empty. You threw your bag onto the couch and headed into the backyard to see your friends fishing. “Hi guys!” You greeted them with a forced smile as you walked up to them.

“Hey Y/N! Wait, what happened?” Kie asked from the spot she was sitting in. You immediately turned back around and headed back into the house, only to be followed by JJ who dropped his fishing rod. You picked up your pace, knowing he was following you to find out what happened. You ran into the bathroom with him close behind you. Closing the bathroom door on him, you took a look at the small gash on your face.

“Y/N, if you don’t open this door right now I will break it down, and you know I will.” JJ demanded from the other side of the door. You sighed as you slowly opened the door, watching his face drop in horror and sadness as he saw the wound. “Y/N…” he stepped forward, entering the bathroom with you.

He quickly closed the door behind them as you stared at the cut in the mirror once more. A mixture of sadness and anger bubbled in his veins as he took in the sight of your wound, along with the look of sadness on your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, buttercup.” JJ said, pushing his feelings away as to not upset you anymore then you already were. 

Before you could protest, he easily picked you up by the waist and sat you down on the sink counter. He stood between your legs, his arm reaching behind your head to grab a washcloth and a bar of soap.

Your eyes watched his hands as he lathered the washcloth with soap and water before carefully rubbing the cut. You flinched at the painful tingling sensation, backing away from his hand for a moment. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” JJ whispered, his heart aching as she held onto his non busy hand. 

“Who did this to you?” He knew the answer since you had explained to him that you had to go home, but he didn’t want to believe it. You took a deep breath, your eyes focused on the bathroom floor. “It was your mom, wasn’t it?” He whispered after a moment of silence. You flickered your eyes up to meet his, and that’s when he knew his assumptions were correct.

“Y/N, princess… How long has this been going on for?” He asked, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear. “Pretty much since we moved here. After my dad just left, she always got mad and constantly told me I reminded her of him. How she wants him here instead of me. It started out verbal but then things just kind of… escalated.” You opened up, your voice just above a whisper.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Why didn’t you tell me?” He was hurt that you had known him your entire life, but never told him about it. “I don’t want people thinking I’m asking for attention or lying. And I didn’t want to be a burden, I mean you guys have your own issues to deal with, I didn’t want to add onto it.”

He gently held the bottom of your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Princess, listen to me. You aren’t and never will be a burden or any of us, and you never will be. Especially with stuff like this. I mean, I would’ve let you stay over more often if I knew. I know for a fucking fact John B or Kie would. And Pope will always be there for you, whether a shoulder to cry on or someone who will make you laugh. We’re your family, Y/n, we’re here for you.” JJ couldn’t help but feel like a hypocrite for saying these words when he was going through the same things with his father.

“I don’t want to talk about it with them right now, especially with John B’s dad still possibly out there. I just want us to focus on him.” You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to control your shaky breath.

You had always been a tough girl in JJ’s eyes. You could take a joke, you weren’t afraid to fight your own battles, you knew how to stand up for yourself and your friends. It broke his heart to see you so beaten up, both mentally and physically.

JJ entangled his hand through your hair and pulled you towards him, resting your head on his chest. You inhaled deeply before breaking down into tears, your body trembling against his. His other hand held your back, tracing small shapes onto your skin in an attempt to calm you down.

“Shh. It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re safe with us.” He softly hummed a soft tune in your ear as you clutched onto the fabric of his shirt. “You’re okay. I’m right here.” He held you tightly in his arms as he heard you slowly calm down. You slowly pulled away from him, wiping your nose with a tissue.

“There we go, princess.” He held your face in his hands and gently wiped away the trails of tears with his thumbs. You placed your hands on top of his and held them in their position. His eyes trailed down to your lips, wondering what they would feel like pressed against his.

He softly cleared his throat, his eyes dropping to the ground as he released you. “Let’s get you patched up.” Your cheeks turned a light pink as you shyly grinned as his back was turned. He reached behind you again to grab a box of bandaids. He quickly ripped one open and placed it on your wound, gently pressing the sides down to make it stay in place. He leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to the covered up wound, pulling back to see a soft grin on your lips.

You hopped off the counter and stood on your tiptoes, one hand using his shoulder to keep balance the other placed on the side of his cheek. You pressed a kiss to the left cheek, both of their heartbeats picking up speed. You got back onto your feet, your face warming up as he returned the kind gesture to you. 

As he pulled away, you two made eye contact realizing both of you wanted the same thing. “Can I-” he started, “kiss me.” You mumbled. His hands snaked their way around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. His lips gently and carefully danced with yours, as if you were a glass doll and one wrong move would break you.

Pulling back, he rested his forehead against yours. “It feels better already.” You grinned, pressing your lips against his one more time. He opened the bathroom door, his arm still around your waist. “I got the magic touch. That’s not the only thing I could touch though.”

“JJ.”

Taken- JJ Maybank

Request: hi ! I was wondering if you’d be interested in doing 111, 131 & 160 with jj - his best friend gets kidnapped by the two dudes who were looking for the compass at john b’s place & he has to find a way to get her back?

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Summary: You’ve been taken by the square groupers and JJ is anxious to get you back.

Word count: 2,484

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, crying, fear, abuse, cursing, mentions of bruises and blood, angst and fluff.

Prompts:

111. “I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”

131: “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”

160: “Stop fighting!”

“Hey, has anyone heard from Y/N? I tried calling her to invite her to come surfing with us but she never picked up or texted me back.” JJ said to the Pogues, walking back to John B’s from the beach. His friends checked their phones, all of them shaking their heads.

“I mean you know her, she’s either asleep or painting something outside. But we gotta go get her anyway if we’re gonna go eat at The Wreck.” John B suggested already walking to his van. JJ sat in the back of the van, an odd feeling in his stomach. Pushing back the feeling, he relaxed into the seat.

A quick five minute drive went by before they arrived at your house. Your car was still in the driveway, your parents not home due to them working. They walked through the front door, they stopped in their steps as they took in the sight in front of them.

The couch and dining room table was flipped over, papers and small objects scattered the floor. There was a hole in the wall next to the front door. Broken plates and bowls were shattered all over the kitchen floor. JJ ran down the hallway into your room to see it completely destroyed as well. 

Photos of you and the Pogues were torn apart, your bed was flipped to the side, some clothes were splayed on the floor. JJ stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Pope, John B, and Kie joined his side, all of their jaws fell open. “Holy shit.” Pope muttered. JJ walked towards your dresser to see a poorly handwritten note.

‘This is your warning.’ JJ slammed his fists down against the wood, “damn it! God fucking damn it!” He yelled, his face now red with anger and fear. The Square Groupers had gotten to you, kidnapping you to warn John B and his friends that they were not messing around. 

JJ fell to his knees, his hands picking up a ripped up picture of the Pogues, all of them were smiling and genuinely happy. Now, if you took a look at someone in the group, everybody looked desperate and broken.

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You woke up, your mind groggy and your body ached in pain. The last thing you remember was a rag being smacked over your mouth before darkness took over. You attempted to push the hair out of your face, however the tight feeling of a rope was wrapped around your wrists. You turned your head, noticing the dark and abandoned room you were sitting in.

Your mind felt like a static TV, it was functioning however you couldn’t focus on anything. Fear flooded your veins as you connected the dots, remembering the square groupers attacked you in your house. You groaned out in pain, the sound being muffled by a piece of duct tape covering your mouth. Heavy footsteps marched down a small staircase, one of the men walking up to you with a water bottle in his hand.

“If I take this off of you are you gonna scream?” You shook your head no. In this short period of time, you had the option of fighting against a man whose way stronger than you, or doing what you’re told in hopes that they don’t kill you regardless. The man titled the water bottle up towards your lips, your body melting as the liquid hit your tongue.

“Alright. Tell me what you know about the compass.” “I don’t know.” You lied through your teeth. “I said what do you know about the compass?” He raised his voice, making you flinch for a moment. “I said, I don’t fucking know!” You fought back however you resisted, making him furious. He hooked his arm back before his fist collided with the side of your face.

You yelped in pain, panting as your mouth began to taste the metallic trait of blood. He crouched down to your level. “You know, if I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.” He taped over your mouth and marched back upstairs, leaving you to pray that The Pogues would come find you.

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JJ paced back and forth in the Chateau, his hands pulling on his hair from stress. "Jesus christ, they took her. They just marched right in and took her. I swear to god if they lay a single hand on her I’m gonna-” “JJ!” Kie shouted at the boy who immediately stopped in his place.

“Stop thinking about how she got taken and help us find a way to get her back.” John B placed his hands on the blonds shoulders, “we’re gonna find her." 

"We could try telling Peterkin.” JB offered, Pope and JJ immediately shooting the idea down. “You never fucking trust cops, are you kidding me?” JJ snapped. “Okay well what the hell do you want us to do? Wait around until her dead body washes up on shore?” John B raised his voice, getting in his friends face.

“Don’t even say that shit dude. Don’t even bring it up.” JJ stepped forward before Kie stepped between the two Pogues. “Jesus, stop fighting! When we were in her house we couldn’t find her phone, right? Pope, do you think you could try to find her location?" 

Pope nodded his head, instructing that he would need strong wifi and a good computer. JJ recommended the hotel he works at as a busboy, a kook hotel that had one of the strongest connections in the Outer Banks. 

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Your eyes struggled to remain open, both men had walked down stairs to try to interrogate you. However, you remained silent which only aggravated the men even more which forced them to throw punch after punch at your body.

It had been about three days since your kidnapping, the three days felt like four months. Your eyes felt heavy, your mouth was dry but the only thing you could taste was pure metal. Your ribs and chest ached, only imagining how many bruises littered your skin. Your wrists no doubt had rope burn due to every move you made.

You slugged in your seat as you heard footsteps trample down the wooden steps. You closed your eyes and automatically assumed it was the men. "Holy shit, guys she’s down here!” Your eyes snapped open to see Pope running towards you. JJ stopped at the foot of the stairs, taking in every detail he saw.

He saw all the dark bruises, the small cuts, the irritation of your wrists, your eyes were red and had dark bags, Tears welded your eyes as you exhaled, the tape trapping your actual breath. Pope reached down and began to unite your legs. John B and Kie joined Pope to help untie the ropes and help you walk.

JJ heard the sound of footsteps above him, signaling that the square groupers were home. He sped upstairs, ready to kill the men who did this to you. You told John B to follow him, Kie and Pope telling him they would help you up the steps. Kie gently pulled the tape off your mouth allowing you to gasp, finally able to breathe normally.

The two helped you stand up, your legs nearly went numb after the blood began to flow back down. Step by step, they led you up back stairs to see one of the square groupers knocked unconscious on the floor. JJ was on top of the other one, beating his face in one punch at a time.

JJ threw a hooked punch directly to the side of his face, grunting with each action he did. Blood covered his knuckles as his face was red from pure anger. “I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die. You never put your hands on a lady.“ 

John B ripped JJ off of the grouper, telling him that was enough. JJ took one last look at the man before spitting on his face, "and that was your warning to never mess with a pogue.” His eyes switched to see you in between Pope and Kie, their arms around your waist as yours were splayed around their shoulders.

He walked up towards you, “is it okay if I pick you up?” You nodded your head as he crouched down into position. Carefully, he picked you up bridal style. “Is this okay?” He whispered before you agreed. He carefully walked out of the house and into John B’s van.

JJ carefully sat you down on the seat, allowing you to get comfortable. The drive was silent, no one knowing what to say that wouldn’t upset you. Every bump the van hit caused your aches to hurt. JJ who was sitting across from you, reached forward and held your hand. Without looking away from the window, you gently squeezed his hand.

As soon as you returned to the Chateau, JJ was by your side and ready to carry you. You told him you would be able to walk, but as soon as you took one step your knees almost buckled. JJ and Pope were right by your side to help you stand.

They led you into the house and carefully let go of you, standing back as you stepped in place trying to regain feeling in your legs. “Do you need anything?” John B asked, handing you a bottle of water. You quickly uncapped it and chugged the liquid, panting as you crumpled the bottle in your hand.

“Some food and a shower would be nice. Maybe some sleep.” You said before throwing the bottle away. “I can go to the Wreck to get us food.” John B offered. “I’ll come with.” Pope stepped up. “And I’ll go to your house and pack some things for you to take here.” Kie said. Your heart melted at your friend’s offers. “You guys are the best.”

John B initiated a group hug, everyone careful on where their hands were. The trio left the house, leaving JJ and you alone. “Do- do you think you could sit in the bathroom with me? I don’t really wanna be alone.” You whispered, your cheeks lightly pink at your question. Without hesitation JJ agreed.

You walked into the bathroom, JJ behind you as he closed the door. Without you having to ask, he turned around to face the door, allowing you to change out of your dirty clothes. Turning on the water, you stepped in and allowed the cool water to hit your skin. You nearly cried at the feeling as the droplets hit your skin.

You raised your hands up to run through your hair, immediately hissing in pain as you stretched your torso. “Are you okay?” JJ asked from the other side of the curtain. The boy sat on the lid of the toilet, patiently waiting if you needed any help or you fell. “I- I uh can’t reach my hair without it hurting.” You said.

JJ went silent for a moment, “do you need help?” You muttered a soft 'yeah’. “Do you care if-” you quickly interrupted him. “JJ you’ve been my best friend for 9 years, I don’t care if you see my body." 

JJ stripped down to his boxers before stepping through the curtain. His cheeks flushed a light pink as he switched his gaze up to the ceiling. You turned around and faced away from the water. JJ lathered your hair with shampoo and conditioner, his fingers giving you a soft scalp massage.

You melted into his touch, nearly moaning at how good the feeling of soap on your skin made you feel. He stood aside and let the water hit your head, carefully running his fingers through your hair he rinsed the conditioner out. "And you are all clean,” he started turning the shower off, “you can dry off and I’ll get you a pair of clothes you can borrow.” You thanked him as he carefully slid by you, still avoiding looking at your nude body.

You slowly reached out and grabbed the towel, carefully wrapping it around yourself. JJ quickly returned with a set of his shorts and an old band shirt. Allowing you to hold onto him to balance yourself, you slipped on the shorts. “I think I can get it over my arms.” You said, your arms out directly in front of you. He helped you slide it on, his eyes continued to avoid your naked chest.

JJ had always been there for you from the day you met. From shoving the 5th grade bully into the wood chips because he laughed at you, to asking you to freshman homecoming after the boy you liked got asked by another girl. He would bring you food or snacks whenever you were on your period. He was the one who took the time to teach you how to surf. He was your best friend and you were his and nothing could separate you two.

JJ led you to his room and watched as you carefully laid down in the bed. You let out a moan of pleasure at the feeling of the soft fabric pressing against your skin. “Can you hold me?” You whispered avoiding eye contact with him. “Of course Y/N, I didn’t plan on leaving you alone.” JJ went around the bed to lay next to you.

His arm carefully rested at the top of your thighs, the only area near your waist that wasn’t hurt. You snuggled into his chest, melting into his touch as he held you close to him. Soft sobs escaped your lips as your body shook in it’s spot. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m right here.” He whispered, stroking the back of your head.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner.” He mumbled to the top of your head. “Don’t apologize J, you guys found me. You guys saved my life.” You said, slowly pulling away to look at him. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead. His stare landed at the dark black eye you had gotten. “But you got hurt.” He whispered, his fingers holding the bottom of your chin to get a better look.

You held him by the wrist, “but I’m alive. I’m right here J.” He shifted closer towards you, holding you in his arms where you were supposed to be. For the first time in 2 nights you were both able to close your eyes and feel at peace. “Get some rest Y/N, I’ll wake you up when the food is here.” He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before you shut your eyes.

Snuggling closer to him, you placed a soft kiss to his neck and rested your forehead in the middle of his chest. “I love you.” He smiled. resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I love you too.”

Easy Day- Rafe Cameron

(Not my gif!)

Summary: after a stressful week you and Rafe are finally able to relax together.

Word count: 777

Warnings: none

A/N: hi! I just wanted to say if you sent in a submission I’m still working on it! I had to go visit my uncle who lives 2 states away from me and I haven’t had much time to write. I found this in my drafts and decided to post it! Love you guys xx

Rafe Cameron held you close in his arms as the sunlight entered through your curtains, blinding his sight. It was only 3 in the afternoon and the couple decided to take a nap due to their long work hours. He groaned in pain as you woke up to his noises, as soon as you opened your eyes you yelped in pain as the brightness took over your vision. 

“Here.” Rafe clamped his hand over your eyes, shielding the light from entering your sight. “Is this okay?” He asked as he held his hand in place. “It would’ve been okay if you didn’t poke me in the eye.” You laughed out as you removed his hand to rub your eye.

You sat up in the bed and stretched, your bones emitting a loud popping sound. Rafe went into the bathroom to comb his hair back as you changed into normal clothes. Instead of finding a normal pair of shorts, you grabbed a clean pair of your husband’s boxers and lazily threw them on. Then put on a large plain grey t-shirt that fell loose around your thighs.

Walking to the kitchen, you began grabbing bowls for you two to eat cereal. Standing on your tiptoes, you reached your arm up high in an attempt to grab hold of the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. “Is that my underwear?” Rafe spoke from behind you, your reflexes kicking in before you could process it was your husband. 

Your elbow flung back and nailed him right in the torso, forcing him to hunch over and groan in pain. You covered your mouth in shock as you held his shoulders. “Oh my god Rafe I’m so sorry!” You repeated over and over as he sat himself down at the table, still clutching his ribs.

“You know, last time you spooked me from behind I dropped to the ground. How is my wife more badass than me?” Rafe mumbled, recalling the time you called his name from behind him. He merely let out a shriek and his legs collapsed from under him. 

You two spent the rest of your night cuddling on the living room couch, your legs intertwined as Rafe held his wife in his arms. “Today was such an easy day but I feel like I’ve been awake since 2 a.m.” you mumbled as you snuggled your face into the crook of your husband’s neck. 

“I’m happy we finally got one day of peace.” He smiled down at you, pressing his lips to your forehead. You sadly got up from the comfortable position to go to the restroom. As you stood up, you raised your arms high to stretch. 

Your stomach now clearly showed, his boxers exposed. “You know I never got to tell you this, because you elbowed me in the ribs, but you look hot in my boxers and shirt.” Rafe smirked at you. “Alright Cameron, keep it in your pants.” You laughed, walking to the bathroom. 

You did what you had to do and washed your hands. Your fingers running through your hair to smooth down any fly aways. You two had been married for almost a year, dated for 3 years prior to that. But no matter how long you were together or where you were, you would do little things to try to fix your appearance. Whether it be fixing your hair or maybe even applying mascara, you wanted to look good mostly for yourself. Rafe was always by your side hyping you up with your appearance. 

You walked out of the bathroom and back into the living room. You two resumed the cuddles, Rafe spooning your body. Everything was quiet, the only sound heard was the audio coming from the TV. You sighed in content as you slowly shut your eyes. “I feel like I should be tired, but I also feel like I could run a marathon. Okay that’s a lie I can’t run for shit but you get the idea.” Rafe mumbled in your ear as he held you closer to him.

“You know, if you can’t sleep we could have sex.” You joked to the boy, who actually took it seriously. As soon as those words left your mouth he released you and began to pull his pants down. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “For all things holy please put your penis away. I was joking babe. Okay maybe not. But not right now. We spent money on these damn movies so help me we’re watching them." 

Rafe couldn’t help but laugh at his wife’s attitude. He honestly couldn’t care what they did as long as they were together.

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“We lost them.” Shoupe said. My heart dropped. Me and the pogues shared a look. “What do you mean you lost them?” I asked. “So they’re dead?” Kie said. Shoupe sighed, “We don’t know.” “You drove them straight into the storm!” JJ yelled, putting his hands on Shoupe, causing two other officers to hold him back. “JJ stop.” I cried. Kiara hugged Pope as they cried and when the officers let go of JJ I rushed to hug him. I cried into his shoulder as he held me tight, crying into the crook my my neck.

We all separated from each other when we heard people stumbling into the tent we were under, our parents. Kie instantly ran into her parents’ arms, apologizing profusely. I still clung to JJ as Pope ran to our dad. I slowly pulled away from JJ and ran to my mom, crying hysterically as she held me. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I said between sobs. “It’s okay, it’s okay baby.” She calmed me. As JJ stood there alone, my dad waved him over to him and Pope. “Do you still love me?” I cried to my mom. I felt JJ’s eyes on me at that moment. “Of course I still love you honey, we all do.”

I let go of her and walked over to my dad, Pope, and JJ, joining their group hug. “Let’s get you guys home.” My dad said, arm around Pope’s shoulders. The three of them began to walk to the truck but I stood back with JJ. I turned to him, “Go.” He said to me. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.” He gave me a soft smile. “I’m not leaving you alone.” I replied. “Y/N-“ “JJ, stop, just come home with me, please.” He sighed, “Okay.” I smiled, grabbing his hand and meeting my family at the truck, the two of us hopping in the backseat beside Pope. “Where we taking you?” Pope looked over my shoulder to ask JJ. Before JJ could say anything I interrupted, “He’s coming home with us.” I held onto JJ’s arm and rested my head on his shoulder on the drive home, I didn’t realize how tired I was until I got a chance to relax.

When we made it home, my mom told us that dinner was in the fridge, but none of us were really in the mood to eat anything. I said goodnight to my parents and Pope before leading JJ to my room. I changed out of my dirty shorts and sweaty shirt while JJ kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, jumping in my bed and immediately making himself at home. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a shower or anything?” I asked, crawling into the bed next to him. “I’m too tired.” He replied, pulling me down onto his chest.

I smiled into his chest, wrapping my arm around his torso. I took a much needed deep breath, feeling like I should relax but couldn’t. We laid there in silence for so long. I couldn’t fall asleep, like I couldn’t rest until I knew John B and Sarah could rest too. I sighed, shifting on the bed. “Quit moving.” JJ said out of nowhere. “I thought you were asleep.” I replied. “Can’t.” He said bluntly. “Me neither.” And there’s the silence again.

Just before I feel like I’m falling asleep, JJ speaks again. “You know I love you, right?” He whispers. “Course I do, I love you too.” I whisper back tiredly. “All of us love you, always.” He added, and now I know what he’s getting at. I lift my head from his chest and take his hand in mine, “I know.” I say firmly. He says ‘okay’ but it’s so quiet it’s barely audible. I close my eyes and lean in slightly to kiss him. It was short and meaningful and everything I want. I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes. “I love you too.” I smile.

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You wondered why you and JJ even decided to come to the Boneyard tonight. You guys were out there for 10 minutes max before sneaking off back to the van. You wished you two would’ve just stayed back at the Chateau, both of you well knowing what was about to happen anyway. You and JJ sat across from each other on the floor of the Volkswagen. JJ pulled out a box from under one of the back seats and revealed his stash. He began to piece together a blunt for the two of you to share.

JJ finished it up, grabbing a lighter and lighting the end of it a blaze. He brought the blunt to his lips, taking a drag from it before handing it to you. “I’ve never smoked before.” You admitted. His eyebrows knitted together, blowing smoke out of his mouth. “I thought you’ve been high before?” He asked, sure he’s remembered times you said you were high, “Yeah I have, but I’ve only ever done edibles.” You said, slightly embarrassed. “That’s okay, just try it. If you don’t like it, we’ll figure something out.” He said, making you smile. You brought the blunt to your lips and breathing in slowly, you handed the blunt back to him. You tried to hold it in but you couldn’t hold back and you coughed up a fit.

“Come here.” He said, and you obliged, scooter to sit next to him. He brought the blunt to his lips, breathing in. Then, he brought a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in. You were taken aback by this action but went along with it. He brought his lips to yours and transferred the smoke from his mouth to yours. When he pulled away, you breathed out smiling. “Again.” You said smiling. “Yeah?” He asked, but his eyes became darker. So you two did it again, and again, and again. Soon you started to feel the effects of the green plant.

However, when he went to do it again, you kissed him. He kissed you back almost instantly, bringing an arm around you to seat you in his lap, straddling him. Both of you were breathing unevenly as you feverishly kissed each other. His hands ran up your waist underneath your shirt. You ran your hands back and forth between his neck and jaw. You pulled back to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your bikini top. He followed you in your actions and pulled off his shirt quickly.

He then pulled you back to his face, kissing your silken lips again. He ran his hands up your back and pulled the string to your top and untied it, letting it fall off and throw it aside. As you kissed him, you trailed your hands down his abs to the button of his shorts. As soon as he felt you pop the button open, he flipped you over onto the floor of the Volkswagen and swiftly pulled off your shorts and bikini bottoms. He then unzipped and pulled of his shorts and boxers in one motion.

You shuddered a breath as you took in his figure. He smirked and leaned over you to kiss you before digging through the pockets of his shorts for a condom. “You ready for me baby?” He asked seductively as he rolled the condom on. “Oh god, yes.” You replied without hesitation. He smirked, hovering over you and pushing himself into you. You let out a moan and he grunted. You brought your hands underneath his shoulders to grip his back, and scratched down as began to thrust in and out of you. He buried his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling as he fucked you.

“Doggy?” He asked in your ear breathlessly. You just nodded. He then eagerly pulled out and flipped you over onto your knees. You laid your head on your arms as he brought both his hands to your hips. He gave you no warning when he thrusted into you, making you gasp. He gripped your hips harshly, slamming into you without mercy. You instantly became a moaning mess beneath him.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” He said, grunting behind you. You couldn’t find any words to respond with, the only thing you could do was moan in response. “Yeah you do.” He growled. “Such a slut, aren’t you? You like it when I fuck you like this huh? Answer me.” He ordered. “Yes, yes I do.” You moaned out. “I’m your slut JJ.” You said breathlessly. He moaned. “Yeah you are, now cum.” He stated. And with a couple more of his forceful thrusts, you did. And he followed soon after.

After cleaning yourselves up, you exit the Volkswagen only to see the Pogues waiting a couple feet away. Your face dropped. “Finally!” John B yelled, heading towards the drivers side door. JJ gave you a look, and you both laughed nervously.

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It’s ok

Pairing:JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: JJ comes to your house for comfort after he gets beaten by his dad

Word count: 967

Warnings: angst/fluff ,mentions of abuse

Authors Note: i really hope you enjoy this and please send feedback <3

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You just came back from a long day hanging out with the pouges at the chateau. You had already done your night routine and were in bed on your phone ready to go to bed. But you heard a little knock coming from your window. You sat up confused at who would be knocking at your window in the middle of the night.

You stood up from your bed and walked to your window. You saw JJ looking through your window, waiting for you to open your window and let him in. Despite it being dark outside, you can clearly see the blood and bruises covering his face. You were shocked and confused at what happened to his face. You opened the window and stepped back to let him come through. Once he was inside, he turned to you and looked anywhere but into your eyes. You look at his face and see his eyes getting teary.

“What happened, JJ?” You grabbed his face with both of your hands and forcing him to look at you.

“M-My dad,” He said hesitantly while leaning his head closer to your hand and holding your hand that was placed on your cheek. “He got fired today and took it out on me.”

“Oh, baby.” You wiped the tear that fell from his cheek with your thumb. “It’s gonna be ok.”

“I just had to see you. You make me feel better just by being around you.”

That made you smile. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms over his neck and give him a hug. You felt his arms go around your waist and squeeze you tight.

“You know you can always come to me no matter what. Right?” You say as you push your face into his neck and give it a small kiss.

“Yea, I know.”

You pull away from his grip and put your hands back on his face. You then give him a soft kiss on his lips. You pull away from his lips and rest your forehead on his.

“You know I love you right.” You whisper. “So much.”

“I know. I love you too.”

You pull away from his touch and grab his hand. You pull him to your bathroom and push him down to sit on the toilet seat that was next to the sink. You went and grab the first aid kit and a small cloth from under the sink. You turned on the faucet and put the cloth under it to wet the cloth. You turn off the water and squeezed the cloth to make sure it wasn’t to wet. You went back to JJ and put the cloth up to his face and drab it to clean on the dry blood. After cleaning all the blood off of his face, you turned back to the sink and set the cloth down, and opened the first aid kit. You grabbed the smallest band-aid and opened it. You turned back to JJ and put the band-aid on the biggest cut he had on his face, which wasn’t too big but big enough for a band-aid. You then throw the trash in the trash can and put the first aid kit back under the sink.

You grabbed JJ’s hand once again and helped him stand up. You look and him one final time before turning you back to him and walking to your connected bedroom.

You walk to your bed and lay down in it. He gets the hint that you want him to stay and join you in bed. He takes off his shirt and his pants. You see more bruises on his chest and below his ribcage. He can tell you saw the bruises through the darkness by the worried look on your face.

“Oh JJ, baby.” You gently reached over and gently touched the bruises on his lower ribs. You looked at his chest with tears in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s ok.”

“No, JJ it’s not ok. How can you keep letting him do this to you?”

“What else am I suppose to do?” He sits on the bed right where your feet are.

“Move out and live with me or John B.”

“You know I can’t do that. CSS will find out and take me away. Away from you and I can’t do that.” He grabs your hand that was placed on your lap. “I just have to wait a couple more years until I’m 18 and can leave. Promise I’ll be okay.”

You squeeze his hand and give him a small smile. He lets go of your hand and more to the opposite side of the bed. He lefts the blanket and puts his legs under it. He lays next to you and puts his arm under your head. You move closer to him, nudge your nose into his neck and put your arm over his waist. You lightly brush your hand over his whole chest and trace his abs. He put his hand, that wasn’t under you, over your cheek and looking at you in awe while rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone.

“You know i love you so much and you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.” He said with a smile on his face. “I have never met someone like you that cares so much.”

“I love you too, and I am so happy that I met you and I get to call you my boyfriend.”

You look back at him with a loving smile on your face. You two look at each other for a couple more seconds. You then put your head on his chest and your leg mix with his. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and closes his eyes, thinking of his future with you.

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The Gala – JJ Maybank (Part 2 of 2)

Summary - JJ loves to pretend he is someone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged ( for free drinks of course ) is just his speed

Word Count - 1.5k

My favorite half of this mini series :)

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Once we pulled up I saw a few valet drivers standing at the front of the huge building.

“Won’t, this place is ridiculous.” I gasped, looking at the white palace-looking place.

“I know, can’t wait to cause a small ruckus.” He rubbed his hands together and I shook my head at him.

“Okay, JJ, you gotta keep it together, we are in figure 8 and we are 21. The slightest bit of maturity is needed at least until we are inside.” He nodded enthusiastically at me, putting on a serious face. I pulled up to the valet service and just as I went to open my door JJ told me to stay inside. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he took the keys and handed them to the driver.

“Just a sec, I’ve gotta get the door for my lady.” The driver nodded with a smile. He came to my side and opened the door politely, grabbing my hand and helping me out.

“Thank you, love.” I said, grabbing his hand and waving to the drivers as we made our way to the door.

“Hello there, name please?” The usher asked with a smile.

“Y/n Y/L/N and JJ Maybank. We are friends with Georges’s cousin, he invited us.” JJ lied confidently, pulling an invitation from his pocket.

I wonder where he got that, who knows with him.

“Alright, IDs?” He asked. I pulled mine from my course and handed it to him, JJ doing the same. He gave them a little once over and opened the door. “Enjoy your night.” Once we were inside I turned to him.

“Where did you get that invitation?” I chuckled.

“Some kooks doorstep.” He shrugged, handing it to me.

“Wow, they’re really setting it up so anyone could take it and use it. No specific name on it or anything.”

“Exactly. Wanna dance?” He asked, presenting his hand to me.

“Yes please!” I said as he dragged me to the group of people dancing on the tile floor. We danced to the fun upbeat songs for a while before there was a slow song.

“You wanna keep dancing or go get a drink?” He asked quietly.

“I need a breather, a slow dance shouldn’t be too bad. Gotta keep up the couple facadé, right?” I said, putting my arms around his neck. He nodded in agreement, putting his hands on my waist. I laid my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head.

“This is fun.” He whispered, swaying with me. “We should do this more often.”

“You can dance with me whenever you want JJ, we just happen to be in a very public place right now.”

“I wanna dance with you anywhere, all the time.” I smiled down at him and I could feel my face heating up for the second time that day, so I buried my face in his chest again.

“Let’s get some drinks.” I said as the song ended. I held his hand and pulled him to the bar. I slid some money on the counter. “Can I have a shot of tequila please?” I smiled at the bartender and she nodded. JJ scooted his stool closer to mine, putting his arm around me. It’s like he *knew* he was making me flustered.

“Here you go, ma'am. Anything for you sir?” She turned to JJ.

“I’ll have the same.” She nodded and poured him one. I threw the shot back and put the shot glass on the table.

“Can I also get a shot of whiskey?” I smiled politely, JJ tilting his head at me.

“Of course.” She poured me the shot. “Would you like a chaser? Some water?” She asked before I drank it. I nodded thankfully. She set a glass of water in front of me. I turned to JJ with a smile, hiding the shit glass.

“On three?”

“On three.” He said back.

“One, two, three.” We both took a shot and my face scrunched at the horrible burn and taste. I quickly chugged the water. JJ laughed at my dramatics.

“You alright there dear?” He asked teasingly, resting his hand on my thigh. I nodded enthusiastically.

“I am a-okay! But I *do* need to pee, so I’ll be right back.” I replied, sliding away from his grasp and heading to the bathroom. I went in and stood at the sink for a moment.

“Get ahold of yourself! It’s a little game, none of this is real.” I splashed some water on my face, realizing that I was in fact buzzed. I slapped my cheeks lightly a few times before going back out to the party. Just as I walked out I saw a girl sitting in my seat, clearly flirting with JJ. He looked *severely* disinterested. I felt a little out of control of my emotions and actions at the moment so I just let it play out.

I made my way back over to JJ, giving him a look. He gave me a 'help me’ look as I walked towards him. I winked and sent him finger guns. I came up quite fast, making my way into JJ’s lap, he wrapped his arms around me immediately.

“Hey, baby, who’s this?” I tilted my head at her.

“I think she said her name was Tracy?” He said.

“It’s Talia.” He said with a slight mean mug. I felt JJ shrug behind me.

“I was just wondering where my girl went.” He said against my ear, kissing the edge of it. I would have melted right then and there if I wasn’t buzzed. Talia scoffed and left *my* seat, which caused JJ to laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“She would not leave me alone. I mentioned you like 4 times.” He shook his head. I shifted on his lap a little.

“Is that a box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me.” I teased.

“Oh, I’m definitely happy to see you.” He shot back confidently. “Speaking of, you think this is a good time for a proposal? Or should I do it during a slow dance on the dance floor?”

“Oh slow dance for sure. We want as many people to see you propose so we get free drinks.” I giggled, kissing his rosy cheek. Conveniently, a slow song began to play.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked in a horrible British accent.

“Yes sir.” I replied in a just as bad accent, standing from his lap and taking him to the dance floor. I put my arms back around his neck and his hands returned to my waist. We danced for about 30 seconds before he let go of me and nodded, I nodded back. He pulled the box from his pocket and got down on one knee. A girl dancing beside us gasped, hitting her husband’s shoulder and pointing to us.

“Y/n, you are the light of my life. I’ve been in love with you for 2 years now and I don’t think I could ever live without you. I’ve never had someone make me so happy, or laugh all day long. I can’t even be in a bad mood around you, it’s impossible. Your smile lights up my whole day, maybe even my whole week. Just when I think you couldn’t get any better you do. I’m really, *really* in love with you.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he gave a slight nod.

Wait.

“Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Maybank?” He asked with a wink. I nodded slowly, and gave him my left hand, he slipped on the ring. I intertwined our hands.

“*Really* really?” I asked quietly, so no one could hear. He nodded nervously, avoiding my eyes. “Sweet.” I smiled, pulling his face to mine and kissing him passionately.

He pulled me closer by my waist, still kissing me. I could feel him smile against my lips.

“Congratulations.” I heard the woman next to us say. I thanked her and we got a slew of congrats from the room. Soon enough we were getting free drinks left and right. We sat at the bar and just took them.

“Is this why you wanted to do this?” I asked, taking a sip of my Margarita.

“To confess to you? Yeah, had to be something special. Plus, if you rejected me I could chalk it up to the game.” He shrugged. “Foolproof.”

“Lucky for you, I’ve been wrapped around your finger since we met Maybanks.” I smiled, putting my hand on his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his face. He leaned in and kissed me again, tasting like alcohol.

“Same to you, Mrs. Maybank.” He teased, poking the ring on my finger.

“We can be like this all the time now, right? I can call you love and you can call me the light of your life?” He nodded.

“And I can kiss you all the time now, right? Because I’ve been wanting to for years, I’ve gotta catch up.” JJ pulled me closer by the stool I was sitting on, nearly making me fall but he steadied me.

“Absolutely.” I replied, putting my forehead to his. We number noses a bit and he smirked.

“Perfect.”

First Kiss – JJ Maybank

Summary - During the guessing game, a past lie comes out and exposes a few secrets.

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings - None really, lots of kissing. This shit is cute I’m ngl.

SEND ME JJ REQUESTS!! If you look up ‘prompts’ or 'dialogue’ in my search bar it can give you some ideas!! I need some :)

The guessing game was something we pogues often played when we were bored at John B’s house. So it was no surprise that a joint was being passed around at 2 am as Kiera cut out some smaller strips of paper. JJ took his hat off and sacrificed it to the game. So here’s how the guessing game works.

We all take turns being the holder of the hat, and we get a question ready. You ask the question to the group and then everyone secretly writes down their answer and folds the paper. They then put it in the hat and the hat holder takes one out and reads it aloud. They then guess who the answer belongs to. If they are right then the person they guessed correctly for is the new hat holder. If they get it wrong it continues moving clockwise. And in the unlikely event that 2 people have the same answer and they guess one of them is right, the two who had the same answer have to rock paper scissors and whoever loses is the hat holder.

“Who wants to be hat holder first?” Kie asked as she gave us all papers and pens.

“I’ll go first I guess.” I shrugged, taking JJ’s hat from his hand. I thought for a second about a question. “Okay, let’s start with an easy one. What is your love language? It doesn’t have to be part of the designated 5.” Everyone nodded and began writing, Sarah was the first to put her paper in, the rest following not too long after. I shook the hat to mix them up and grabbed a random one.

“Making fun of them.” I laughed, it was obvious who’s this was. “This is JJ’s.” I laughed, handing him his hat, he frowned in defeat, taking the hat.

“Okay, uhhhh, what is your biggest pet peeve?” I wrote loud chewing on my paper and threw it into the hat. Soon JJ was plucking a piece of paper out. “Real funny guys, it says JJ.” His eyebrows knit together as we all began to laugh. He rolled his eyes at us. “John B?” JJ asked, which sent Pope into another laughing fit, rolling on his back.

“No way! I put JJ too!” He was nearly in tears, making John B laugh harder as well. They played rock paper scissors and Pope won, the hat was then passed to John B. He caught his breath from all the giggling, JJ looking less than enthused.

“Who was your first kiss?” Now there’s the invasive question I was expecting from *JJ*.

“What age are we counting first kisses at, because I kissed people in elementary school.” Sarah asked seriously.

“Let’s say 6th grade and on.” John B replied, some erasing their answers. I wrote mine and was the last to plop it into the hat. John B shook the hat and took a parcel out. “JJ Maybank?” He said with confusion. JJ’s eyes widened, trying to avoid my eyes and not give me away. I remained with a poker face. “Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah.” I laughed, taking the hat from his hands. Kie looked at me very confused, I had *not* told her that, not anyone really.

“You liar!” JJ pointed at me. “I wasn’t your *first* kiss!” He announced with a raised brow.

“Yes, you were.” I said, focusing on throwing away the remaining used papers.

“*No*, you told me, right before I kissed you that you kissed that kid Elliott. So you could teach me how to kiss.” He quieted down a bit after that, revealing that he wanted *me* to teach him how to kiss when we were younger.

“What!” Kie yelled, laughing. “I was never told about this!”

“Do we actually have to talk about this?” JJ groaned, his hands placed over his face, I assume to hide a blush.

“Yes!” They yelled.

“Alright fine, I’ll tell the story because clearly, JJ isn’t going to. It was our 7th-grade year, some time in the fall.”

*JJ and I laid side by side on the empty football field. We came here sometimes just to talk, it was usually after JJ’s dad was being a dick and he needed to talk to someone about it. He always wanted to talk to me.*

*But this particular night he just wanted to talk, that’s what he said. I was currently pointing out some constellations to him.*

*“That is the Big Dipper, and that’s the little one.” I moved my hands around in front of us, tilting his head in certain ways so he was actually looking at the right thing.*

*“Can I ask you a weird question Y/n?” He asked, turning his head to me.*

*“Yeah what’s up?” I turned to him as well.*

*“Do you think it’s weird that I haven’t kissed a girl by now?” His face looked pained at the question, I could barely see the blush on his cheeks in the dim light. It had my heart pumping 100 miles an hour.*

*“No, of course not JJ. It’s not that big of a deal.” I shrugged nonchalantly.*

*“I feel like I don’t even know **how** to kids a girl.” He sighed, looking back up at the sky. And I don’t know what was running through my veins, adrenaline probably, that made me able to say this.*

*“Well I could teach you if you want.” I said slowly, trying not to sound eager because most of me wanted him to say no. Because I hadn’t kissed anyone **either.**

*“Really? You would do that for me?” He asked so gratefully.*

*“Yeah why not? I know how to kiss.” No, you do **not**bitch.*

*“You’ve kissed people?”*

“*Yeah! Elliott.” He was a boy in our class, one who had liked me before. But I certainly hadn’t kissed him, or anyone. *

*“Okay, teach me then.” JJ sat us both up looking at me eagerly. I nodded nervously, grabbing his one hand and placing it on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. I placed both hands on his face.*

*“Now close your eyes and lean in while tilting your head to the right just a little bit so our noses don’t bump. And then you’ll just feel it.” Or that’s what I read at least…*

*He did just that, and he wasn’t a bad kisser. Not that I had anything to compare it to, but it seemed right. He pulled away with a smile.*

*“How was that?” He asked giddily. Pulling his hands back to his lap. I was a little dazed by it, nodding enthusiastically.*

*“That was great, you wanna try again?” I asked cautiously.*

*“Yeah why not.” He shrugged and kissed me again, just as well. And that’s when I knew.*

*I liked this idiot, a lot.*

I left out the parts where I was nervous, and the way I actually felt about him. That would have been a little too much information.

“So you didn’t kiss Elliott?! And you said you would teach me! With no experience!”

“That’s because I wanted to kiss you that bad dumbass.” I laughed, immediately regretting that as it spilled from my mouth. Kie widened her eyes at me, knowing about my not-so-itty bitty crush on JJ.

“Oh, so you wanted to kiss me huh?” He winked with a smirk.

“I mean yeah, in 7th grade.” I shrugged it off. He nodded with a smile, letting me continue the game.

The game lasted about 30 minutes longer until we were all tired of it, deciding it was probably best to go to bed. Though I wasn’t so tired.

Sarah and John B went to his room, Kie was asleep on the couch next to me and Pope was asleep in the recliner. I knew JJ was in the guest room probably not sleeping so I got up quietly, tip-toeing to his room. I cracked open the door to see a shirtless JJ sat upon his bed, leaning over his phone.

“You still awake?” I whispered. His head turned to me, nodding a little. He patted the bed next to him. I came inside, closing the door behind me so we didn’t wake up the other Pogues.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked laying back with his arms behind his head.

“Nope, Kie was snoring. And I took a nap today so, not gonna get much sleep.” JJ outstretched his arms with squinted eyes.

“Will cuddling help you sleep?” He asked tiredly, it wasn’t uncommon for us to cuddle.

“Maybe.” I shrugged, laying down. I put my head on JJ’s chest, my arm slung around him. His arm hung around my waist, keeping me in place. I traced little figures and shapes on his chest lightly, knowing how ticklish he was. His hand moved up and down slowly on my waist.

“So, did you think I was a good kisser? You never clarified in the story.” He laughed through his whispered question.

“For your first time? I think yeah it was amazing.” I laughed, a little more ballsy how that I was exhausted.

“Do you think I’m still a good kisser?” He asked quietly. I looked up at him to see he was already staring at me.

“I don’t know, we’ll have to test it.” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. He smiled a little, putting a finger under my chin to tilt up my face. My hand lightly touched his cheek as he kissed me. He sat up, holding onto me and not disconnecting our lips.

One hand went to my neck and the other slowly slid from my shoulder to my hip. My hands were on his neck and in his hair, tugging at it a little. I slowly opened my mouth, his tongue sliding in as he pushed a piece of hair away from my face. His other hand slid under my shirt slightly, rubbing slow circles onto the skin of my side with his calloused fingers.

I pulled away from him slowly, pushing his chest lightly. He blinked a few times, swallowing hard.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked quietly.

“No! No, that was just, really good. You’re still good.” I gave him a thumbs up and he laughed, leaning his head onto my shoulder.

“How long did you wanna kiss me before you did on that football field.” He asked, kissing my shoulder lightly.

“Like a few months.” I replied as he kissed down my collar bone and up my neck.

“And you still wanted to kiss me now? Damn, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger huh?” He smiled cheekily, kissing my cheeks. I grabbed his face with my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

“I could say the same about you to me though, couldn’t I?” I tilted my head, challenging him. But I should have known JJ had no shame.

“Oh yeah, you do.” He laughed, lightly tackling me and kissing me all over my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“So is this gonna be a thing now?” I pointed in between us.

“Is that okay with you?”

“Yep, has been for a long time.”

“Then yes, this is a thing now, as long as I can kiss you whenever I want.” He announced, pecking my lips again. I nodded with a smile, giggling as he peppered my face with kisses again.