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another meme i won’t finish: otps (7/10) - james x teresa (queen of the south)

In which JJ loses his temper while defending you from the kooks, and you’re left to pick up the pieces.

requested: yes!!! from one of these prompt lists :)

can you write a jj x reader with the prompts “you’re shaking” and “have you lost your damn mind” where it’s the reader comforting jj?

tw: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of anxiety, fighting, mentions something bad happening between the reader and a kook but doesn’t specify exactly what.

word count: 969

(A/N) so the request was the reader comforting JJ and i wanted to do something a little bit different from JJ being beat by his dad, i’m actually really proud of this piece and i hope u guys like it 🥺 happy reading! *prompts are in bold/italics.

JJ got a bad rep around the OBX for being impulsive and landing himself in a holding cell one too many times. But if there’s one thing everyone could say in favor of JJ Maybank, he would ride or die for his friends, and do absolutely anything for his girl. The pogues were his family and he loved the thought that, even though they wouldn’t admit it, they relied on him for protection.

You relied on him for protection. You were a year younger than JJ, and you never seemed to inherit that pogue bravery that all your friends possessed. You tended to stand behind JJ anytime a kook would approach you, and if you happened to be alone, you would just stay quiet and wait for them to go away. When you were young, something happened between you and a kook named Toby, and it left you scarred. He had long since moved away, but now just the thought of kooks made your stomach turn. You hated how weak you were. All you wanted was to stomp your foot and scream at everyone to just leave you alone. But, you never did.

JJ loved how soft hearted and quiet you were, you balanced him out and your sweetness just made him want to protect you even more. If anyone even muttered your name in a negative tone around him, his teeth would clench and his toes would curl. If you wanted to rile up JJ Maybank, bringing up his girl was the way to do it. And the only way to get him to stop, was you.

You weren’t surprised to have a couple of kooks approach you and your friends at the party you were at, you guys were on their side of the island, but it made you uneasy nonetheless. But, the night went fairly smooth. A couple dirty looks from kooks and some snickers and scoffs from the kook girls when they looked at what you were wearing. But, for the most part it was kept to a minimum, and you were just counting down the minutes before you could leave. You hated parties. They were too loud, crowded and packed with wandering eyes attached to creepy guys. JJ knew you hated parties, and he knew about what happened with you and Toby. So, he made sure to keep the you close all night. Not annoyingly close, but he made sure to keep an eye on you, and he made sure he was right there if you were approached by any kooks.

“Hey JJ, your girl’s pretty hot for a pogue.” JJ let go of your hand and turned around, pushing you behind him. He flashed Rafe and Kelce a smile.

“Ah yes, how creative of you, gentlemen! No one’s ever used that one to get to me before.”

You hoped that was the end of it.

“Just sayin...” Rafe’s voice got too low for your liking, “If she was my girl, I wouldn’t have gone running like Toby did.” He leaned around JJ to look at you, he scanned your body and shot you a wink. Just that name sent shivers down your spine. JJ laughed bitterly, “Yeah, alright Rafe.” You were holding on to his arm, and you could literally feel his blood boiling.

He charged forward and slammed Rafe into a wall, and gave him a punch right to the jaw. You covered your eyes and yelped when you felt a hand on your wrist, you took your hands off your face and saw Pope, trying to lead you out of the line of fire. You followed him. You hated fights, but they were so hard to look away from. Which is how you found yourself watching your boyfriend start to choke the life out of Rafe Cameron. A wave of courage broke over you.

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” you screamed and yanked JJ off of the kook.

You looked at your boyfriend.

Anger.

Hurt.

Regret.

You knew the reason he wanted to protect you so bad was because he didn’t have anyone to protect him. And because he just loved you way too much. His breathing was still shallow and he couldn’t focus on your face. Everyone around you started shouting and you knew you had to get the hell out of there.

Once you and the crew made it back to John B’s, all in one piece, you and JJ sat on the front steps in silence. You were one step above him, his body was in between your legs and his back rested against your chest. You had your hands resting on top of his head and your chin resting on your hands.

“Sweetheart, you’re shaking.” You whined.

You brought your arms around him and kissed the back of his neck. You knew he was still angry

“They make me so mad.” He finally spoke.

“I know.”

“They always say things about you. Always.” His voice was starting to falter.

His hands reached up and grabbed onto your arms. “And then they brought up Toby and-“ he exhaled, “I just couldn’t stop myself.”

He sniffled and you felt one single tear drop land on your arm. You held him tighter.

“But, you almost killed him.” You spoke quietly, barely even a whisper. “This isn’t over.”

“I know.”

“It’s ok to defend me, I love that you’re protective, but you cannot go that far again.”

He nodded and you nodded. You continued to hold him while you waited for him to calm down.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” he whispered. His breathing starting to even out as he caressed your arm with his thumb, still holding on to you.

“I know. I was there.” you joked.

You felt JJ shake again, but this time he was smiling.

———

In which you try to force yourself to ignore your anxiety, which causes you to eventually break.

requested: yes! i combined these two requests:

“...was wondering if you could write a fic maybe with jj involving panic attacks?”

“I want to request a imagine with JJ (lol he has my heart) and anxiety..”

tw: detailed panic attack & anxiety

word count: 1053

(A/N): to the requesters, i hope you don’t mind that i combined! anxiety & panic disorders r very familiar to me so i wrote based on what i’ve personally experienced, i hope you guys can relate to the story and find some comfort in it. if you have a mental illness and would like me to write about it with your fav OBX character, shoot me a request! other than that, requests are closed. ❤️ *rudy looks so soft and cuddly in this picture i had to use it

You watched silently as JJ and John B were play fighting in the kitchen over who would get to lick the brownie mix spoon. Kiara only had one and refused to dirty another spoon or double dip it. Pope was just leaning on the counter and laughing at his best friends. You so badly wanted to join your friends, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You don’t know what started it, but your anxiety was creeping over you like a dark cloud and you couldn’t focus. You could feel yourself starting to fall apart on the inside, and forcing yourself to hold it together was only making it worse. You finally decided you wanted to go home, so you stood up and announced it to the group. JJ offered to walk you home. He finally spoke once you approached your home.

“You okay?” His eyes were swimming with concern and his hand was resting on your waist, his thumb lightly caressed the exposed skin in between your crop top and shorts. You blinked back tears before he could notice and nodded.

“Just a little anxious is all.” You told him. “I’m just gonna sleep it off.” You forced a smile to reassure your boyfriend. He wasn’t convinced. You finally got him to go back to John B’s and enjoy his friends, you would call him if it got bad.

It got bad. When Kiara picked you up the next day to go surfing with the group, you barely spoke a word in the car. Once you arrived to the beach, you said nothing as you stripped out of your cover up and laid on your towel.

“You’re not gonna come surf, (Y/N/N)?” Pope questioned. You shook your head and turned onto your stomach so you didn’t have to face anyone. You could barely hear Kiara muttering to JJ.

“I don’t think she’s okay, J.”

“I know. I wish she would let me help her.” He responded.

Sarah stayed on the sand with you. Ever since her and John B started dating she hung around you guys more often, which you didn’t mind, you liked Sarah. “Want me to play music?” She asked. You turned your head to look at her, she was smiling sympathetically at you. She knew. You nodded and told her whatever she wanted. She played Doin’ Time by Sublime and you felt your shoulders relax just the smallest bit. Despite the small relief, you wanted nothing more than to just go home, but you didn’t want to worry your friends and your boyfriend even further, so you stayed. Which included joining them at the kegger that night, and that made every ounce of relief you thought you had vanish.

The six of you sat around a bonfire, everyone laughing at drinking, but you were still quiet, sitting with your cheek resting on JJ’s shoulder and your arm linked through his. You recognized the anxiety getting worse when your stomach starting twisting in knots and felt like you couldn’t breathe. JJ noticed.

“Baby, are you okay?” He questioned. You didn’t trust your voice as you just shook your head. Tears starting to fill your pretty eyes and JJ’s heart sank. He immediately situated so that he could pull you close to his chest comfortably. He had dealt with you like this before, and knew exactly what to do. He held you as tight as he could to remind you that you’re still here, everything is okay, and to keep you grounded. Your breathing was getting worse as you started to choke on sobs. JJ shot a look to the rest of the group, who were all watching with worry written all over their faces, silently asking them to give you two a minute. They caught on and walked away towards the big crowd of teenagers.

JJ continued to hold you tightly in his arms, you panicked more from the loss of control. “Breathe, sweetheart. You’ll make yourself sick.” JJ said before leaving a lingering kiss to the top of your head. His heart cracked a little bit more with every violent shake of your body and every harsh sob. He rested one of his hands under your shirt to give you skin on skin contact, “Do you feel my hand?” He asked. You gave him a slight nod. “Good, that’s good. You’re here baby, okay? Who else is here?” He asked, desperately trying to get you to focus on anything else besides your panic.

“Y-you are.” You let out through sobs.

“Yeah? Who else?”

You named off your friends, John B, Pope, Kie, Sarah.

JJ nodded and hummed.

You grabbed onto JJ’s t shirt, rubbing the material in between your thumb and index finger. He noticed you doing this and asked you to describe the feeling of it. You did. He couldn’t help but smile when your crying stopped, and your breathing started to match his. Which meant you had been paying attention to the rise and fall of his chest.

You both sat in silence apart from JJ praising you for how well you did.

“You did so good, baby, proud of you.”

He peppered your face with kisses and gently swayed you back and forth. Your head was pounding and your eyes were heavy. Your entire body was completely drained. You asked JJ if he could walk you home. He told you John B’s was closer closer and he would crash there with you. He felt more comfortable staying with you.

Once the two of you made it to the chateau, you went straight for the spare bedroom and vanished under the covers. You let out a “mm-mm” when JJ asked if you wanted to shower. “Wanna sleep.” Your voice was muffled under the covers and JJ giggled at how cute you were. He followed you into bed and pulled you close to him, kissing the back of your neck softly.

“Thank you.” You spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“Always.” JJ responded.

“Don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’re strong, (Y/N). You’d do just fine. But, I’m happy that i’m here to help you along.”

You smiled at his words. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to call this sweet boy yours.

———

Author’s note: heyy i haven’t written in like 2 years?? so this is hard to get into. but i love outer banks soooo, i wanna try this again.

Tagging some lovely people who wanted this: @anxietyismyspiritanimal​ @thatboogiebro​ :D

Quick Summary: Y/N goes to check up on JJ after he went off alone with Barry’s money. Reminding her of their first encounter. She encounters him fighting with his dad.

Genre/Type: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: JJ’s dad being abusive, curse words. 

Word Count: 1,065 words.

    Pope and Kiara watched Y/N, her leg bouncing anxiously while she stared at the grass. They looked over at each other and questioned asking her what was wrong. They knew damn well the problem.

“I can’t wait here,” Y/N jumped up from her seat. “I need to check on JJ. Something could’ve happened to him. H-He can’t be left alone.”

Pope sighed. “He was the one who left, the rest of us can’t just leave we won’t be the same with two people missing.”

“I just want to check on him. Maybe I can change his mind and he can put the money back before Barry gets back.

“He did a stupid decision,” Kiara acknowledged.”but I think someone should check on him. I don’t like the idea of him being alone with his dad.”

Y/N let a sigh of gratefulness out. She peeped a quick thanks at Kie and Pope, hopping onto her rusty bike. She didn’t hesitate to pedal as fast as she could; weaving through a few people. 

Anyone could say that JJ and Y/N had something between them, but neither of them admitted it. Since the first time they met there was so much chemistry.

                                                        <+++>

 JJ’s ranting on about his kook dreams stopped when his eyes landed on her. She was sitting on the dock with a couple of other guys. They were all fishing except for her, she held the rod in her hands but stare quizzically at it. 

“Whoa Whoa Whoa, stop the boat.” He could barely speak over a whisper.

“What? Dude, we’re nowhere near the marsh.” John B objected, but still slowed down the boat. JJ jumped onto the dock as soon as the boat was close enough. Everyone stared at JJ as he walked confidently towards the girl.

Pope struggled to hold in a laugh. “Oh oho, I see where this is going.”

Kiara folded her arms in protest. “Come on, at least have some hope for him.”

“Anyone wanna bet?” John B bargained with a smirk. The other two rolled their eyes at him.

Her cheeks were flushed red when she saw all her friends catching something, while she hadn’t even figured out what bait to use. 

“Hey, do you need some help?” Her head whipped around to be met with a blonde man with a goofy smile on his face. It caused the corner of her lips to quirk up.

“Um- I’m struggling a bit.” He laughed at her comment, butterflies growing in her stomach. 

He strolled closer to her, about to place his hands before recoiling back. “D-Do you mind…?”

She quickly shook her head, both of them giggling. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed the rod. From there on, he stammered on about casting the rod and other things but Y/N couldn’t focus on it. She was staring at the arms wrapped around her. 

“Got that?”

Y/N snapped out of her trance. “Yeah-Yes. Sure?” He snorted at her adorableness. The both of them just looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours. It wasn’t uncomfortable or weird, despite them just meeting. It was calming. “I’m Y/N.”

“JJ,” He gushed. “Do you really wanna fish or do you wanna go to The Wreck with me?”

“I’d love to go anywhere with you.” She was surprised by her burst of confidence. JJ ran a hand through his hair, caught very off guard by her comment.

“And don’t forget about US!” John B popped our of nowhere and wrapped his arms around the both of them. Pope and Kie snickered in front of them.

“Oh god, not these idiots…”

                                                    <+++>

 Anything he said could make her laugh ‘til she couldn’t breathe. Anything she did could make JJ smile like he’d just saw the cutest batch of puppies ever. John B and Pope always pestered him about her, and those were the few times he couldn’t come up with any insult to say back.

She planted her foot on the ground, her bike skidding to a stop. Y/N heard voices arguing. She rested the bike on a tree, crouching silently. Her face turned pale when she saw JJ and his father. JJ was on the ground while his dad was trying to throw punches. 

“JJ!” Y/N cried out. His eyes widened at the sight of her, his dad letting out a menacing laugh. They threw a couple more punches at each other. She cringed at every punch. It almost felt like she was being hit instead of JJ.

“Y/N, TAKE THIS!” He threw a small blue container at her. She caught it, thankfully.

“Honey, just give me that. You don’t need it anymore than I do.” His dad sauntered over to her. Y/N took small steps back, scared of what to do.

“N-No, I won’t give it to you. I have no clue what the hell is so important about this, but I will not give it to you. Fucking bastard!” 

“Just give it to me! You little bitch!”

It was almost like a flame was ignited inside of JJ. Any other pain in him he couldn’t feel. He stood up, barreling towards his dad. He threw him to the ground. JJ repeatedly hit his dad. He wasn’t even conscious anymore. He picked up a wrench without hesitation, lifting it above his dad’s head. His face contorted back and forth from anger and sorrow. He finally dropped the wrench down, a sob racking throughout his body. 

Y/N dropped the container, running over to him. She wrapped her arms around his head. She rested her head on top of his, running a hand through his soft hair. 

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t do it…” He trembled in her arms, tears cascading down and staining her shirt. 

She shushed him. Muttering small ‘it’s okays’ and ‘it’ll be fine’. She pressed a kiss onto his temple. His sobs turned silent, only heavy breathing heard. He hugged her waist tightly. He was scared to let her go.

“Are you okay?” She mumbled. 

JJ & KIE

we should stick together,

you’re my best friend,

╰ a/n: this is inspired by Start A Riot - BANNERS. i was listening to it at 2am yesterday and this is what came out <3

╰ summary: it doesn’t take much for jj to defend you and take care of you after you had one too many drinks at a kook’s party

╰ word count: 1.4k

╰ pairing: jj maybank x reader

╰ genre: angst/fluff

You were sitting in a corner, laughing at how everybody looked trying to dance to the extremely loud music that was playing at the beach party. 

As the years went by, being a kook became tiring. You somehow understood why everyone was so stuck up. When you are part of the kooks, everyone expects something from you. It was exhausting, wanting to loosen up but always having to be careful. 

The golden boy, Rafe Cameron, was walking towards you with a beer in his hand. He smirks at you, and you look back at him absent-mindedly. He handed you the beer and you took a sip before saying anything, lost in your thoughts. 

You knew that you drinking one too many beers wasn’t the brightest idea, especially because your head was already exploding, but you needed a distraction. You had to find a way to make your head feel lighter, even if only for a few hours. You never know what to expect when you drink, you either get immediately sleepy, a little too angry or every single deeply-held secret suddenly comes spilling out. The truth is you didn’t really enjoy partying with the kooks, so drinking was one way of having a little bit more fun. 

You glanced at the large group of people that you recognized. You knew the pogues because of Sarah, who at that moment was refusing a drink that JJ was offering her. When she started having problems with Topper she started hanging out with the pogues, and she introduced them to you at one of the many parties they go to. You never hung out with them outside of that environment, but you always had the time of your life when they were around. 

You stood up as you straightened the creases on your dress. Rafe grabbed your wrist, smiling at you. “Where you goin’?” He asked you. 

“Getting a few drinks” You mumbled, freeing your hand from his grip. 

“Y/N!” Kiara exclaimed, handing you another beer. You took a sip and heard JJ mumble something. “I think she drank enough” JJ has always been overprotective. Not only with you, with everyone. That’s what you admired the most about him. He doesn’t have much, but he would sacrifice everything to protect his friends.

You shake your head, annoyed. “I am fine, see?” You assured, spinning around clumsily with a smile plastered on your face. 

As you do so, you notice Rafe standing behind you. “You’re letting pogues ruin the party?” He glanced at you, and then at his sister Sarah who rolled her eyes. 

“Shut up, Rafe” She coughed. He ran a hand through his hair, completely ignoring her. “Y/N, let’s go have some fun” 

You weren’t a stranger to having creepy kooks approach you. It’s one of the things you hated about nights out - being hit on by a guy who just can’t take no for an answer always put a damper on your mood, but tonight all you wanted to do was have fun. You and Rafe had never been a thing. He thought he was charming enough to get any girl he wanted, but he was wrong. He grabbed your waist from behind, making you let out a groan.

“C’mon, don’t play hard to get” You jerk back so his hand falls from your waist and he snarls. You knew you could’ve walked out, stood up for yourself, but you felt numb. 

His grip got tighter as you felt your knees getting weaker. The confusion in your head didn’t exactly help you think straight. You elbowed Rafe in the ribs, immediately regretting using such force.

“You fucking bitch!” He yelled, visibly getting angrier. You heard people around gasp, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Hey dude, relax” JJ grunted, putting his hands up in the air. He stood in front of you after checking if you were able to walk straight. 

“Move out of the fucking way” Rafe shouted, his mouth dry. The pogues kept looking back and forth between you and JJ, scared that he would let anger get the best of him. He didn’t always choose nice ways to sort shit out, even when his intentions were good. JJ tensed up. “You think it’s cool to treat women like that, huh?”

“C’mon JJ, let it go!” You heard Kiara scream, but the sound was muffled. You felt your heart beat out of your chest. Was this your punishment for drinking?

Rafe let out a laugh that made JJ clench his fists. “You think this is fucking funny?” JJ yelled.

He turned around to look at you, and his expression softened when he noticed you looked like you were about to pass out. At that point you couldn’t recognize voices anymore, but you could hear the two groups of the island arguing in the rowdy crowd.

You slumped to the floor, and quickly you felt arms encompass you.

“Hey, hey” JJ helped you get up, gently leading you away from the bunch. “Are you okay?” He tilted up your chin and you could feel his hands shaking. You wanted to answer but no words came out. 

“Let me take you home” He whispered, releasing a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. 

After a painfully silent drive to your house in which JJ could almost feel his blood boiling in his veins, you stepped out of the car. You stumbled through the door, muttering a quick, childish swear to your shoes that were already slipping off your feet. 

Once inside, you felt your pulse slow down. “Thank you, but I-“ You stuttered. “I am fine” You slurred as your head rolled back. You fell back on the couch with a loud thud.

“You don’t look fine” He said in a gentle voice.

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself” You affirmed, running a hand through your messy hair.

“He can’t always think he can get away with anything” JJ whispered, gritting his teeth.

Your eyes sort of lit up when you saw him filling a glass with filtered water, taking a small sip himself to make sure it isn’t too cold.

“Drink this” You pouted up at him and nodded.

“How much did you drink?” JJ asked, his muscle tense. Hiccupping and giggling, your vision was blurry from all of the alcohol you had consumed.

“A couple of beers, a few shots, I don’t fucking know” You head was pounding and your eyelids were growing heavier. “You seem mad,” you pouted.

“I am mad. I’m not mad at you,” he clarified.

“I am sorry for you keeping you up” You sighed, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” JJ asked as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Because I’m worried about you” He admitted, making his way to the kitchen to put down the glass you were holding.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Images of the night flashed in your head.

“I-I don’t know” You barely mumbled, lowering your head.

“D-Do you want me to stay?” He looked at you, worry in his eyes.

“Oh, uhm” You looked up at the blonde boy, flashing him a small smile. “You can go if you want”. You really didn’t want him to go, but you still felt guilty because he got out of his way to help you.

“It’s better if I don’t go home, trust me” JJ said, thinking about his father.

“What do you mean?” You asked him, genuinely curious. The question made JJ arch his brow.

“Doesn’t matter” He said rapidly. “And I’m not living a lady alone after something like this happened” He smirked down at you, making your heart flutter.

“Wow, what a gentlemen” You said, trying your best to hold back a laugh. “Thank you, JJ” You whispered, scooting closer to him. 

“Try to sleep, alright?” He couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. 

-getting to see his vulnerable side. the side where he’s unsure whether or not he is deserving of love because if his own dad doesn’t love him, how could anyone else?

-cupping his face in the palms of your hands and looking him directly in his eyes, you sternly reassure him that he deserves the absolute world and more.

- “look at me” you say, “don’t ever say that. you don’t deserve any of the bullshit your dad puts you through. you deserve so much better than you even give yourself credit for”.

-you being the only person he tells about his dad.

-him never being able to take his eyes off of you. always observing every little thing about you. every outfit you wear. your mannerisms. your laugh.

-smiling at you while he’s observing you because he’s crazy in love with you.

- “stop fucking staring at me”

-always telling you how perfect your body is. every time he sees you in your swimsuit he has to tell you how beautiful you are.

-him grabbing your ass with both hands while he kisses you.

-you sitting in between his legs on the boat.

-you don’t like how much he smokes but always admiring him when he’s rolling his blunt.

-him being beyond stubborn and hard-headed.

-you being the only person he somewhat listens to when he’s on one of his rampages.

-being absolutely livid when you found out he took a gun from the motel.

-being absolutely livid when he robbed a drug dealer.

- “JJ you’re on fucking probation and you’re robbing and pulling guns on people. Is this the life you wanna live for the rest of your life? Keep on this fucking path and you’re gonna end up like —”

-realizing what you’re about to say and stopping.

- “you just need to get it to-fucking-gether” you say to him before walking away.

-him being absolutely torn up every time you guys have an argument because his biggest fear is losing you.

-him refusing to do the whole ignoring each other thing after a fight and demanding that y’all talk through your problems.

-him thinking he’s not good enough for you.

-you thinking you’re not good enough for him because of how other girls practically throw themselves at him and he could have any girl he wants.

-him being the jealous type.

-and the overprotective type.

-him almost choking Rafe to death when he tried to touch you.

-him not being able to fully communicate his feelings because he was just never taught how.

-you being patient with him because you understand the trauma he’s been through.

-getting pissed at the pogues when they told him they’re tired of his shit.

-you yelling at them and reminding john b. that JJ was the one who saved him when Topper almost drowned him.

-reminding pope that JJ’s the one who took the fall for him when he almost got arrested.

-reminding kie that he was the one who defended her when the kooks were fucking with her.

-them not having shit to say because you’re fucking right.

-him pouring his entire heart out to you and telling you how much he’s in love with you and how he wouldn’t know what to do if he ever lost you. 

in which y/n and jj realize there might be something more than just best friendship between them

purple was the color of the swimsuit y/n wore as she ran down the beach, shrieking with laughter as jj grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground.

"i win! you're buyin' tonight." jj laughed, dropping y/n down onto the sand. the setting sun illuminated their faces as y/n smiled. jj threw his arm around the girl's shoulder as they walked through the warm sand. y/n leaned into him as they made their way to get food.

~

purple was the color of y/n's hair when she showed up at the kegger on the beach. "what the hell?" jj asked, playing with the end of her hair.

"i felt like having a change," she explained suddenly insecure, "do you not like it?"

jj pulled away from her, "n-no! i like it. you look hot."

"you think so?" she asked looking up at him through her lashes.

jj nodded, smirking. "want a drink?"

y/n nodded and jj grabbed y/n's hand and led her to the keg where john b and kie were near.

"damn, y/n!" john b called pointing this his head, "nice hair!"

y/n smiled as kie came up to her, "he's right, you look good." y/n gave her a thanks as jj passed her a drink. jj pulled her away from the keg so they could sit in the sand closer to the water.

y/n sighed contentedly as jj pulled her into his side. she took a sip of her beer, "do you really like it?"

"what?" he asked looking down at her, "oh, yeah. it's a good color and i like i said, you look hot."

y/n smiled shyly, nudging him. "thanks." she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, wiping the small amount of lip gloss that transfered with a chuckle.

~

purple was the color of the sky as the sun rose. y/n giggled at a joke jj made, their lack of sleep heightening the humourousness of everything.

y/n's legs dangled off the dock, "it's so pretty, don't you think?" y/n asked looking at jj who had his eyes directed at her.

"yeah." he sighed, still staring. y/n looked at him, her eyes dropping down to look at his lips for a moment when she realized how unbelievably close their faces were. she could feel his breath on her and even saw when his eyes looked her her lips.

jj's already existing impulsiveness mixing with his exhaustion took over and made his next move for him. he surged forward and pressed his lips to y/n's. y/n took a deep breath as the kiss deepened, jj's hand holding her chin, the cold sensation of his rings on y/n's jaw made her gasp. her hands threaded through his already messy hair, tugging slightly at the knots.

they pulled away with slight hesitation, jj ran his thumb along y/n's puffy lower lip. "what about the no pouge on pouge macking?" y/n asked, breathing heavily.

"well," jj said, still catching his breath, "if the others don't find out, the rule hasn't really been broken. right?"

y/n laughed, pressing her forehead to his, "i don't think that's how it works but if that's what you believe."

jj laughed with her, "i do, i really do. because, if you're that good of a kisser i don't want some stupid pouge rule getting in the way of us doing that again."

"oh yeah?"

"yeah." jj breathes as he captured y/n's lip in a kiss once again, picking her up and sitting him on his lap.

~

purple was the color of the splotches that littered y/n's neck, she stared in the mirror attempting to use some concealer to cover it up. the attempt was futile and she knew it, even if she did manage to get them covered up, the second she got into the water the makeup would wash away. y/n sighed loudly, knowing jj would hear.

jj, wearing only shorts, walked into the bathroom where y/n still stood trying cover her neck. "jj, do you not have self control?"

jj stood behind y/n and wrapped his arms around her, he pressed a kiss to the back of her head. "not with you, no." y/n stared at him in the mirror, unamused.

"jj, how the hell am i supposed to leave the house like this? if anyone sees my fucking neck, they're gonna ask questions and i can't lie." y/n complained, turning around to face him.

jj smirked at her, "yeah and if they took one look at my back, they'd connect the dots."

y/n pulled away from him, "what are you talking about?"

jj turned around showing her his back which was red and covered in scratches. y/n gasped and ran her fingers over the scratches. "do they hurt?"

"no but with your neck and my back, they're gonna figure it out." jj said turning back to face her.

"i'm sorry." y/n cooed, throwing her arms around his neck, locking her fingers together at the nape of his neck.

jj's hands rested on her waist, and he pushed her backwards out of the bathroom, "it's okay, baby. we're even. plus, i had an idea."

"and what's that?" y/n asked as they two entered her room.

"i think i remember you saying you're parents were going to be gone for a few more days so, i fell like we should ditch the pouges and stay here." he said kissing her.

"oh yeah?" y/n smiled, kissing him again.

jj mumbled out a noise of agreement into the kiss, pushing y/n farther into her room and onto her bed. y/n laughed as she fell back, pulling jj with her. "i guess i can't complain."

~

purple was the color of jj's cheek, which throbbed as he rapidly knocked on y/n's bedroom window. y/n was still awake and had it opened and helped him in in an instant. "jj?" y/n began to aks what was wrong but quickly stopped when she saw his bruised cheek.

"i-," he began, choking back a sob. he dropped to the ground and cried. y/n immediately pulling him close. he buried his head in her stomach and cried.

"it's okay," y/n comforted, running her finger through his hair. jj's arms were around her waist and he held her tightly as he cried.

y/n pulled jj up after he seemed slightly more calm, sitting him on her bed. "i'll be right back." she kissed his uninjured cheek and left her room.

y/n reentered the room with pain killers, water, a wet rag, and pain cream. "take these, and i'm going to wipe your cheek, okay?"

jj nodded, taking the pills before y/n began to clean his lip. the blood, now dry, was caked on. jj winced as y/n continued, "i'm sorry, just a little bit more."

they were silent, y/n kept her eyes trained on his injures and jj just stared at her, tears threatening to fall again. "you know you can talk about it if you want. but you don't have to."

jj licked his lips and winced, "so, you know how i took the fall for pope?" y/n stayed quiet but nodded, prompting him to continue. "well when my dad picked me up the cop said i have to pay for the boat, it was part of my plea deal. well, he got," he paused, searching for words, "mad. like really mad. and he hit me. again and again. and when we got home he was still pissed and he just kept screaming at me and calling me worthless and a piece of shit." his voice cracked, and his glassy eyes spilled tears once again.

"hey, you are not a piece of shit and you are not worthless. you hear me?" y/n asked putting her hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her.

he sniffled and nodded, "thanks."

"anytime," y/n said brushing his hair away from his face. she kissed the corner of his mouth, making sure to avoid the cut in his lip, "now take off you're clothes."

jj chuckled at her bluntness, "is that really what you want to do right now?"

y/n scoffed, "no, you're sleeping here and i don't think you wanna sleep in your dirty clothes."

jj smiled at her, "yeah you're right." he stood up and kissed her on the cheek, taking off his sleeveless shirt and shorts.

y/n had already laid down and as soon as jj laid with hee she moved closer to him so that he could lay his head on her chest. she played with the ends on his hair and he held her hand, fidgeting with her fingers. "i love you, j."

jj smiled and kissed y/n's knuckles, "i love you, too."

"also my parents are going to be gone for the rest of the month so you can stay here until they get back."

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