obx babe

Requested by anon / Summary: A rumor spreads about you and JJ at a party. 

A/N: I changed the rumor that was spread instead of what you requested because this one flowed a little better than the other and I hope that’s okay!! I hope you guys enjoy and anon, thank you for requesting!! x 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

Go follow my fic rec blog! —> @imaginationgonewild0912

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

** Rules for Requesting **

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

! Warning: cursing, talks of sex, being made fun of. 

You didn’t want to come to this party in the first place. You would have been just fine staying at home, alone on this Friday night, but the pogues thought you needed a night out in public. You were usually the quiet one of the group, stayed to yourself and wasn’t as confident and outgoing as the others. They respected that, usually, but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. 

“You’ve stayed in all week! It’s summer break and we deserve to go to a party.” JJ argues. 

You groan as you follow him and the other pogues into the large beach house, “And i’ve been fine staying at home. It’s been relaxing.” 

ahh this isn’t really enemies to lovers, it’s more ex!jj x reader i hope that’s okay 

-

You had stormed away from the group hours ago, the adrenaline finally washing away from your veins, letting the embarrassment of your actions sink in instead, causing you to drop your head into the palm of your heads with a sigh. 

It wasn’t your intention to act so dramatically, and by the surprised looks on the Pogues faces, they were equally shocked by your violent reaction. You’ve swallowed your anger and jealousy countless times before, but there was something about this moment that just set you...off, you supposed. A moment that hurt more than the others. 

Hi y'all! I hope y'all are doing great!

As most of you have seen, the cast finished filming season ✌🏻, which means that OBX2 will be out in a few months, along with it my rewrite; Sweet and the behind the scenes series Sweeter!

I haven't fully started writing for those series again but my requests are open if you want to request anything Grady for when I start writing interviews and BTS moments or Beth and JJ for stand alone one shots.

You can send in; concepts, prompts, interviews that you want the cast/Rudy-Grace to do, IG posts you'd like me to write or even issues in the fandom you'd like to see.

Below I'll link my ask box and the series for those that want to maybe refresh their memories and I'll add the taglist for both series.

I want to thank you guys for reading my series and truly hope to gain more friends during the second season! Don't be shy if you wanna talk!!!

My requests are open! for OBX related content or anyone else (from my Masterlist) that I write for💛

Read Sweet here!

Read Sweeter here!

Part 2

Read Part One Here

After what Rafe & Topper had done to Pope on the Figure Eight Golf grounds, you elect to take revenge on behalf of your friend and sink Topper’s boat. When Shoupe comes to bust you for it, you let JJ take the fall and regret that decision entirely when the outcome of his hearing is far from lenient.

“As soon as the first visiting day came around, you were on the first ferry to the mainland so that you could see JJ. You hadn’t expected to see him so chipper in the visitation room.”

JJ had been beaten up. It was obvious from the giant scar across his face, like someone had taken a key or a little knife and hacked at him in one swift motion. He would have jumped back startled, then with prideful instinct lunged towards the fight before he even realised that his face was leaking. It was a long, thin scar. The kind that would have first been born a tight stinging cut that agitated him for weeks before it finally healed. JJ was smiling though, looking merry. If he had smiled before the wound had closed, he might have ripped it back open.

A deep purple blur could be seen on the higher part of his left cheekbone, a c shaped bruise that crouched from the eye to the cheek. That was much bigger and uglier than the scar.

“Hot damn! It’s so good to see you!” He hopped up from his chair with one excited clap to immediately to pull you in for a hug. Given the current circumstances, he should have snuck a razor or a blade under his uniform sweatshirt sleeve and slashed you while you were cozy in his embrace. But he didn’t.

JJ was happy to see you, though you couldn’t quite understand why.

“I-...well shit.” You chuckled under your breath, patting his back and giving your friend a hug before the correctional officers called the contact time to an end, if not for their tone you would have held him longer, he most certainly needed it. “It’s good to see you too J, what happened to your face?” You asked that carefully as the both of you sat back down at the circular prison table, opposite eachother.

“Oh this?” He chuckled, jerking his thumb towards his face as though it were nothing. “Some fuck-shit, don’t worry about it...promise?”

“JJ...” You shook your head and sighed, feeling guilty. He should have been angry, upset. He should have stashed a knife from breakfast to shiv you with, and told you how you had ruined his life by letting him take the fall for something you did, but all he did was grin and shake his head like a puppy dog, telling you not to worry.

“What?” He laughed, waving you off. “Look, visitation doesn’t last forever, so you gotta stop being a little grumpy pants, alright?” He pointed a usually ringed but now only bruised finger at you, giving you a slight nod, brows raised.

Ever the charming jokester, but you couldn’t stand to see him look like a criminal.

“This is not right...” You started quietly, rubbing your hands across your face in agitation and guilt. “JJ I can’t just sit here and pretend like you’re really meant to be here, it’s so fucked up, it’s-

“Shut up, shut up.” JJ grumbled back with a soft, stern chuckle, giving you the same look that shut you up in court.

You shook your head and lowered your voice, grabbing his hands that were on the table. “JJ, you’re not staying here, I’m going to help you out I promise.”

He looked back at you with his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, and stifling a small chuckle. If his eyes could talk, they would simply say “Fuck you.”

“Look...” he murmured lowly, catching your wrists and holding them tightly while he spoke quietly between gritted teeth. “You want to help me out? I’ll tell you what, I did something stupid the day I got here and now I owe somebody a lot of money... and let me tell you...” He paused, “That somebody is a whole lot scarier than Dr Thornton.”

You nodded slowly, glancing down at your wrists. He let go, and leaned back in his chair. “If you want to help me, come up with that restitution money and some, cause it ain’t going to Dr Thornton.”

What the fuck had he done?

~

JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ was deeply loyal to his friends, still he had no idea why the right group could accept one new member, you. JJ is always sour to you, being a kook and all. But this summer, something changes.

⚠️:hints to violence

“Jesus, Y/n,” JJ mumbled, the words just seemed to fall out of his mouth without his permission. He shuffled in his seat.

At this Y/n felt insecure. JJ usually put her down, with his snarkey remarks that always landed a place under her skin. She didn’t know why. But she was new to the group, and apparently that was all JJ needed to hate her.

Y/n gripped her iPhone, “What now JJ? You gonna comment on my looks? Or is it the sound of my voice that annoys you?” She snapped.

The group surrounded them, they weren’t new to this kind of bickering between Y/n and JJ.

“Quit it guys,” John B ordered.

“I will, when Y/n quits at life,” JJ joked, but said it in a serious tone.

“Oh fuck off, Maybank,” you groaned, not wanting to insult him any more.

“Ooh? Did-did y’all here that? Y/n just talked back to me?” JJ said, faking shocked.

You rolled your eyes.

“JJ, don’t start,” Pope added. He knew you didn’t like to fight back. You usually never insulted JJ back.

“Nah I wanna hear this! Say it again Y/n!” JJ exclaimed, pointing towards you.

You looked away, tensing up.

“Say it to my face Y/n,” JJ continued, in a threatening manner. JJ thought it was slightly playful. And hoped you wouldn’t know the reason why he was actually picking on you.

“Leave me alone JJ,” you muttered, moving closer to John B sitting next to you.

“Y/n, tell me, have you always been this much of a pussy? Or are you just afraid of me?” JJ taunted.

“Watch your mouth, asshole,” you insulted.

“Make me,” he snapped, leaning closer to you. Towering over you.

JJ smirked, “you wanna know what I think? I think you, being a waste of space and all, would be easily forgotten if you just..hm pulled a Scooter Grubbs,”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t deal with you right now,”

“You’re gonna leave?! Expected,” JJ chuckled.

“It’s not worth it,” you muttered, heading out the door.

“JJ why do you have to be such a dumbass?” Pope said, but JJ was just motivated by this. Feeling disappointed that the fight didn’t go as planned.

He followed you outside, you were by the Pogue, grabbing your backpack.

You heard footsteps and immediately perked up, “god, what is wrong with you?” you groaned.

“I was thinking...” he began.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck. So please get out of my way,” you gestured towards him, there was minimal space on the dock.

“Not until you give me what I want,” JJ shrugs.

You gulped, stepping backwards, “JJ, let’s talk tomorrow,”

JJ knew you were intimidated, it wasn’t just his height that scared you.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” JJ scoffed, giving you a dirty look.

“Whatever,” you muttered, trying to walk past him. You were restricted when he grabbed your arm

“Let go of me,” you said, pulling away lightly.

“No. I want you to fight back,” JJ blurted. Still holding you tight.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” you said, pulling away hard enough to be released.

JJ ran a hand through his hair while taking a sharp breath in, then he stepped towards you. Shoving your shoulders with force, not enough to make you fall.

“The fuck!” You shouted, and now triggered and annoyed. But you couldn’t fight him. So you calmed your breathing.

“Fight BACK!” He shouted. He wanted to be insulted. He wanted to be punished.

“I-..what? I can’t!”

“I know you’ve got a mouth on ya! Insult me!” He demanded.

“No. Just let me go. Please,” you continued.

“No!” He screamed, then he stepped forward towards you and in one motion, he grabbed your face with one hand, forcing your eyes up to him.

He studied you, you were frozen, but still remained composed.

“You never fight back, it’s like you think your better than me. Why.” JJ spits.

“Im not gonna fight you-“ you repeated.

“Why?” JJ interrupted.

“Because...your stronger than me,” you shrugged.

JJ backer up, he was slightly confused. He knew you could tell anyone off. But you never tried with JJ. He wanted to know why he was different. He wanted to know why no matter how much of a dick he was to you, you wouldn’t insult him back.

“Stronger than...like physically?” JJ asked.

You look at the wood below you, still standing on the dock.

“Look...I don’t pity you JJ. But when I found out about your Dad, I-“

“Hold up. Who...what the fuck is there to know?” He defended. He was mad someone told you, he was mad that someone he, deep down wanted to impress, knew his biggest insecurity.

“JJ,” you sighed.

“What? Who told you?!” He exclaimed.

“No one...” you lied, not wanting to get John B in trouble.

“Stop fuckin lying,” he said angerly.

“You’re...you’re scaring me,” you croaked out.

“Fine. Then leave,” he stated, he was still clearly angry, you noticed his jaw clenching.

You were afraid that if you moved, he’d snap.

“Just know you’re fucking dead to me,” JJ whispered, but you heard him.

You frowned, but understood that now he probobly wanted you to leave. You walked around 6 feet past him. When you turned around.

He hadn’t moved, he was staring off into the distance.

You watched him for a moment, ruffled his hair a bit, then kicked some rock that was on the dock. You heard him mutter small things like “fuck.”

“Me doing this,” you spoke up, “doesn’t mean I’m giving up on you,”

JJ didn’t turn around to face you yet.

“We don’t deserve that shit,” you admitted.

JJ furrowed his brows, that was enough for him to turn around, “we? We are nothing alike.”

You frowned, but instead, slowly, you pulled at the hem of your t shirt, to reveal purple and blue marks the size of a fist on your torso.

“How the fuck you get those?” He asked, slightly calmer. He wasn’t connecting the dots.

“I should go,” you replied. Turning around and heading past the house.

JJ jogged over to you. You gasped when he touch your shoulder to turn you around.

When you looked at his face, it was softer now.

“Just because I don’t like you, doesn’t mean I can’t beat the shit out of someone for you,” JJ told you.

You noticed he was trying to help, but he couldn’t.

“It’s okay. I’ve got it under control,” you answered, starting to walk away again, he jogged infront of you.

“Was it Rafe? I swear to God I’ll kill him,” JJ muttered.

“Um..fuck..I shouldn’t have told you...just, in the moment...” you started to panic, you hadn’t thought of the consequences in that moment. What reckless JJ would do to protect his friends or anyone labeled in his friend group.

“I’m glad I know,” he answered, nonchalantly.

You felt sick suddenly, you didn’t want JJ to have another reason to hate kooks.

“JJ...wait...these,” you paused to point to your hip, “they’re just from me being clumsy...I fall like all the time-“ you stopped when he starting closing the space between you two.

He didn’t say anything, he just was walking closer. You weren’t intimidated at that moment. You sensed the comfort JJ was offering.

The truth was, you were a kook, who decided to become a pogue. And some of the kooks hated you for it. So, Rafe and Kelce sometimes would pick on you, and when they were high it would escalate. Sometimes even that plug Barry got involved.

You didn’t want tell anyone your problem and JJs was much worse.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

For JJ, he felt less broken. If someone was going through similar pain.

“I should go,” you pushed him by his chest gently. To create some distance.

“Right. You want me to walk you home?” JJ offered, it was weird, kindness coming from him.

“Uh...” you contemplated, JJ placed his hand on your bare shoulder. It was meant to be comforting. But him putting himself up for you, even though he was struggling finally hit you, and your eyes stung, starting to water.

“Just let me walk you home!” Rafe smirked. You were alone with him. Outside the country club, in the dark parking lot.

“Please don’t do this. Not tonight,” you pleaded.

“Why?” He paused to grab your hip, “going surfing what the Pogues? Your such a slut you wanna wear a bikini?” He seethed. His face so close to yours.

“Stop!” You shouted, but that angered him more. Then, he covered your mouth with his rough hand. Sending a powerful punch to your side.

“You know how you end this, Y/n. Just say you’ll do it,” he taunted.

“Never.”

“No. I’ll be fine thanks,” you shook your head. Wiping the tears away quickly.

“Can I at least walk you past the driveway?” He asked. JJ really wanted to apologize for how he’s been treating you. It was his own defense mechanism to hide his feelings for you. But now, he couldn’t apologize, it’s not who he was.

He would make it up to you with his actions.

You sighed, “is really hot today, don’t you think?” You said, making conversation.

JJ nodded, his boots dragging against the gravel as he joined you walking.

The uneasy feeling in your gut remained, even after JJ was talking about the plans for the rest of the summer.

“And what about midsummers? You still going to that?” JJ asked.

You didn’t even notice you stopped walking, until JJ gave you a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You brushed him off. Just shaking your head and not saying anything.

After you both started walking past the driveway you frowned.

“JJ, you should leave. I don’t want you to get hurt,” you blurted.

“Me? Why are you always worried about everyone but yourself?” JJ scoffed.

“Why are you?” You retaliated, “it’s not up for discussion. They have numbers,” you said.

“They? What the hell are you talking about?!” He shouted, now angry.

“JJ. I’m not going to ask you again. Leave,” you demanded.

He didn’t respond because the sound of an approaching engine could be heard from down the road.

When you looked up you recognized it. They were slowing.

Your instinct was to run. But JJ stood still.

“JJ, let’s go! What are you doing?” You asked frantically.

“Get behind me,” he ordered.

“No...JJ don’t do this. Let’s run!” You pleaded, tugging at his bicep.

“They hurt you, they hurt me.”

Summary: JJ receives a call in the middle of the night that gets him out of bed rather quickly and when he arrives, he’s wide awake and ready to fight someone that hurt “his” girl. 

A/N: requested?? no. but the gif below just does things to me and i got inspiration to write for something. Do i still have unfinished requests?? yes and i’m so sorry if you’re still waiting. I had the sudden inspiration to write this idea and I was like I could take a break and write some obx since it’s been a long minute! 

Hope you all enjoy! kinda short? so i’m sorry about that

WARNING: SPEAKING OF ABUSE !! PHYSICAL !!! please don’t read if you’re underage or it makes you uncomfortable/triggering. ! 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: OPEN {CLOSED}

** Rules for Requesting **

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

JJ awoke to the ringing of his phone and groaned as he rolled over. His eyes adjusted to the bright light of the phone screen. incoming call : John B 

Why would John B be calling at this late in the night? His voice was groggy and hoarse as he answered, rubbing his eyes, “Hello?” 

John B’s voice was shaky, “JJ, you need to come over.” 

you opened your eyes when you felt a presence next to you, seeing jj standing over you. you closed your eyes again and heard him sigh softly.

“can i join you?” you nodded and he carefully climbed into the hammock with you, pulling you into his chest. “wanna talk about it?” you shook your head and jj stayed silent, swinging you back and forth gently in the hammock. you were glad he knew you so well. he knew that something was wrong and that you’d want him there, but he didn’t push you to talk about why. he was fine with waiting for you to tell him. you both laid there for a while, and you dozed off after a bit. you woke up when you heard john b come home and yell at jj.

“what are you doing?”

“just chillin man,” though jj spoke much quieter than john b, which you were also thankful for. it was a few quiet moments later that you spoke up.

“my day was shit.”

JJ Maybank x Reader

“He’s just an asshole, Kie,” you sighed, flopping onto the couch of the Chateau.

“Yeah but you should get your stuff. Just ask him to put it on his porch so you can pick it up,” Kie suggests.

You recently broke things off with your 2 month boyfriend because you were feeling out of love. It wasn’t a sudden thing, if fact, each and every one of the pogues had run into you crying over something he did to you.

Except JJ. There was something about him that made you never want to let him see you vulnerable. In the 3 years you’ve known him, you’re sure he’s never seen you cry, and you’d like to keep it that way.

It was like you and JJ had an ongoing battle, of who was stronger. You hoped you could win that mentally, because almost every day he proved he was physically. It was always playful, but it did irritate you sometimes.

“Heads up!” You heard JJ shout suddenly. Kie rolled her eyes at the interruption of girl talk.

You jumped up, expecting a soccer ball to fly at your head. Then, JJ approached laughing.

“False alarm,” Kie said, getting up and walking outside, saluting you.

“It was not a false alarm! Y/n’s head is up!” JJ argued.

“What the fu-“

Before you could argue, JJ picked up up by your waist, pulling you up from the couch and throwing you over his shoulder.

You gasped when your stomach collided with his shoulder.

“See??” JJ laughed. When you finally got your breath back you started punching his back.

“Put me down!! I’m not fucking kidding JJ! Let go!” You screamed, not in the mood currently.

“What’s up your ass?? Oh wait lemme see,” JJ joked, gently tapping your ass as it was basically next to his face.

“JJ!” You shouted again, but your voice cracked, in a sad way. You wanted to be playful like you always were, but you were sad at heart.

JJ frowned, but he didn’t up you down. Instead he walked with you outside to the rest of the group.

You groaned, “JJ it’s not funny! Please,” you pleaded,

His arm had a hold on both of your legs below your butt.

Pope was the first to notice, “JJ, stop harassing her,” Pope joked.

“C’mon were just having fun, like we always do. Right Y/n?” JJ asked.

You didn’t answer.

So JJ helped you off of him, setting you down on a hammok.

“What’s wrong? It was just a joke,” JJ suggested.

You frowned, “yeah good fucking idea JJ,” you said sarcastically, getting up, and bumping shoulders with him as you passed him.

“Whoa. I didn’t mean to make you mad,” JJ added, looking at the group for help.

You ignored him. Walking away and then inside.

“Jesus! Y’all see that? Why is Y/n the only girl that is nice to me one day and the next a total bitc-“

“Whoa dude, watch your mouth,” John B interrupted, lightheartedly.

JJ sighed, grabbing a can of Coors and sitting beside Kie.

“She’s going through a lot of shit right now, JJ. Cut her some slack,” Kie reasoned.

“What kind of shit?” JJ asked, now concerned if something was seriously wrong, like something at home.

“Not my place,” Kie shrugged, she knew how you would be mad at her if she told JJ about your boy problems.

“It’s it about that boyfriend dude?” John B asked, totally insensitive to what Y/n might want.

“Did he fucking try something? God if he hurt her-“

“If he hurt her? Dude where have you been this past week?” Pope said jokingly.

“Guys, she probobly wouldn’t want us talking about this,” Kie interjected.

“No! What’s going on? I told that douchebag if he ever hurt her I’d kill him,” JJ paused and grabbed the gun holstered in his waistband, “guess it’s time to keep my word,”

Kie raised her eyebrows and instantly grabbed the gun from JJs hand, holding it awkwardly so it slipped out of her hand, “don’t be ridiculous!” Kie scolded.

“You can’t grab a gun like that!” JJ suddenly argued.

The group laughed at JJ’s statement, and silence fell. JJ felt a nervous feeling in his gut at the thought of something hurting you. He didn’t want to lose his best friend.

“I should talk to her,” JJ blurted, standing up and walking from the group.

Kie and Pope attempted to reason with him, but he didn’t seem to care. He knew you wouldn’t want to be alone.

When he got inside, it was dark exept by one light. He followed the light to John B’s room. You were sleeping. You head on the foot of the bed, no blanket on you.

He sighed, you looked so sweet.

You took a deep breath, and JJ though you might be awake. But you weren’t.

JJ found a blanket and decided to drape it over you, but when the fabric touched your bare skin, you immediately awoke.

JJs eyebrows rose, “good morning,” JJ said on instinct.

You mumbled a few things, then sighed, “hi,”

JJ smiled softly, then looked down at the bed, next to you, asking if he could sit there.

You nodded, then moved to sit up as well.

“Hey...uh..we usually have fun messing around...I shoulda let you down when you asked, though.” JJ said, his eye contact wavering.

“Is that..an apology?” You joked sarcastically.

JJ smiled, “why don’t you show me...and we’ll find out?”

“I’ve got nothing to apologize for. You were being a dick.” You answer bluntly.

“As much of a dick as your boyfriend?” JJ asked.

You first thought of correcting him, ex boyfriend. But then you wondered how he even knew your boyfriend was a dick to you in the first place. When you tried so hard to keep that from him.

“Can we not talk about my life mistakes for one night please?” You asked.

“Sure..fine.” JJ answered.

You suddenly felt cold, so you cling to the blanket JJ gave you.

“What? You just gonna sit here, watching me all night?” You joked. Leaning back towards the pillow.

“Maybe I will,” JJ challenged, laying beside you.

A few moments later, your eyes were heavy, and when you started to close them, you opened them again, remembering JJ.

“You can sleep, you know. It’s late.” He said, taking off his baseball hat and throwing it on the floor somewhere.

“You gonna stay here with me?” You asked, it wasn’t in a rude tone, almost as if you wanted him to.

“Sure,” he shrugged.

You moved deeper under the covers, struggling to find a comfortable position on the pillow. Finally resulting to JJ’s shoulder.

JJ laughed to himself, you were so salty to him before and now you were cuddling him like a teddy bear. If he had to admit anything, he was enjoying it.

You shuffled a bit, moving your hand over his chest. In return, he put his arm around you. Closing the gap between the two of you.

JJ wanted to stay awake, just in case you needed anything, but soon, he succumbed to his tiredness.

It is said that boys don’t feel the emotions after a breakup for a while, until they realized what they lost. But your ex boyfriend, being the possessive asshole that he was, hated that you broke up.

He managed the leave you alone during the day, but that was before he decided to have a ‘few’ evening drinks.

Tonight, he was drunk, and he knew you’d be at the Chateau, so he drove there, stumbling inside without waking up anyone.

He found you. Lying in bed with JJ.

So he read it. How else was he suppose to read it? You were in bed with JJ. Your bodies tangled together. JJ had his shirt off. What guy didn’t sleep with his shirt off in the outer banks?

He thought about beating the shit out of him, but instead, it hit him. A way to hurt you more, emotionally, permanently.

So in a silent fit of rage, he stormed out of the Chateau.

-

The next morning, JJ woke up before you. He gently moved you off of him so you wouldn’t wake up. And turned to his phone to check the time.

When he did, though, he was surprised by the messages he received by an unknown number. He sat up, sitting at the edge of the bed, and unlocked his phone.

When he opened the messages, there was no text. Just images.

“Fuck,” JJ mumbled in a disappointed tone. They were pictures of you.

He scrolled through them, there were only two, but he felt ridden with guilt at the sight.

You were topless, covering your chest with one arm. And wearing a flimsy white thong-like underwear.

You didn’t take the picture yourself, it was taken with flash, probably by the person that sent it to him.

You had one hand out, as if saying stop, and the next one you were covering your face. There was a small smile on your face. But more of a nervous one than overwhelmingly happy.

JJ frowned. He’s never seen you in this way, he knew if you ever found out you would hate him. This is not how he wanted it to go.

JJ pressed the off button and set his phone down. He needed to get this guilt off of him, maybe a smoke would help.

You felt JJ gone, so you decided it was time to get up as well. You groaned at the intensity of the sun. Your window was facing the sunrise.

You hoped it wasn’t too early, you reached for your phone on the beside to check the time.

Instead you grabbed JJs. You could tell because it was cracked all over. You knew his password too, it was something like 911.

Nonetheless, you pressed the screen and saw the time it was 7:00am.

You decided to text Kie and see if she was awake. So you opened messages.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears. Nude photos of you were on JJ’s phone. You immediately felt sick inside, so vulnerable, so afraid. JJ saw these.

The tears fell, you were crying now. Not able to look at the photos anymore. You dropped the phone on the floor.

It made a somewhat loud noise, and soo after JJ entered the room.

He didn’t say anything until he saw you, he saw your face decorated with tears, “oh shit...what happened?” He said, oblivious as usual.

“N-nothing...I’m ..Im going home,” you muttered, sniffling and trying to walk past him.

“Hey, hey. Uh.. hold up. Didn’t you say you got locked out of your house,” JJ added.

“I’ll break a window,” you deadpanned, trying to get past him. Again he stepped infront.

“Y/n. Please hold up,” he gently grabbed both of your shoulders, so you were facing him.

But you avoided eye contact, you didn’t want him to see you cry.

“You- you can’t do this....how could you do this to me?” You shuffled, trying to push past him still.

“Do what?!” He asked, completely shocked.

“Whatever JJ. I don’t want to look at you. Get the fuck out of my way,” you demanded, pushing his hands off of you.

“Chill! Explain to me what I did Y/n/n,” he pleaded. JJ used your nickname, maybe to show that he really cared. Which was odd for him to show.

You sighed, realizing he was stronger than you anyways, you couldn’t get past him.

You opened your mouth to speak but instead more tears fell down your cheeks.

JJ sighed is sadness, pulling you into a hug. You didn’t return the hug. But felt nice to let him.

As he was hugging you, he finally noticed his phone on the floor, and understood what you had seen.

“This about those pictures? Y/n I swear I didn’t ask for them, some random person texted them to me last night while we were sleeping.” He explained.

You cried harder, finally clinging to JJs shirt.

“Why would he do that? JJ, I didn’t want you to see that. I didn’t even want them to be taken. I’m not a slut...please...” you mumbled, pleading for him to believe you.

“I know. I know okay? You’re beautiful. I’ll keep this between you and me okay? It’s gonna be okay.” JJ suggested, rubbing your back.

You’d never seen him so soft, maybe this was what you needed from him.

You told JJ that your ex sent them to him, and JJ took it upon himself to later beat him up until he deleted the photos and swore to never send them out again.

It took you a minute to see JJ the same way, he’s still your best friend. And maybe, you could appreciate his sweetness another way. Was it normal for best friends to share the bed together the way you do?

🤍 thanks for reading 🤍

a/n: hey anon! i hope your day is being as great as mine. it was hard writing this one but i hope this is close to what you wanted <3 and if anyone who’s reading this had been through something like that know that none of it was your fault and you’re strong and incredible for surviving it.

ever again.

warnings: mentions of abusive relationship!!!

he could only be joking.

"you’ve got to be kidding me."

jj gives a sarcastic laugh and he knows how much you hate when he does that. "of course you’re not taking it seriously."

"jj i WORK at their house, i am OBLIGATED to live with him!!"

"and since when working is going out with him to the beach?"

“he made me go!!! he wasn’t the only one there, the whole troupe of starched was together."

"he didn’t seem to be forcing you to smile."

"you say as if i hadn’t punched him last month and almost lost my job because of YOU!"

"don’t try to change the subject like that. the topic is you befriending with him."

"change the subject??? we’ve been fighting unnecessarily for 30 minutes!!"

"because you can’t focus on the fucking problem! you always do this, avoid talking about what bothers me because it’s always about you!!" he raises his voice.

“for the love of god when have i ever done this??? i am ALWAYS trying to get you to talk to me, open up once in your life!!"

"did you ever think that maybe i don’t do it because you’re not a trustworthy person? what a hypocrisy of you saying i don’t open up. "

"but i never forced you to anything. i respect your time, i never made a scandal because of it! you love to make a storm in a teacup for absolutely everything!!"

he started to turn red with rage. "you’re so full of shit! what do i know about you? besides the fact that you’re so fucking stubborn, a big bitch-"

"ohhh that’s low maybank." you were starting to get really angry. you didn’t know what was coming, whether you’d explode or cry.

"-and apparently a cheater!"

you push him "how can you even think that??? you have no idea what i’ve been through and what i had to overcome to be with you."

"of course not! you never tell me how-"

"you act like this big man who’s not afraid of anything-"

"you play tough, but deep down you’re weak."

"-and accumulates all these feelings and ends up becoming a big jerk, you want to know who’s like that as well?" at this point you no longer controlled what comes out of your mouth.

jj shuts up and stared at you with an overwhelming anger you’ve never seen before in the boy.

he takes a step towards you taking off his cap and throwing it away with force. that was a big mistake.

that action of the boy made you flinch and grab the lamp as if it you were going to defend yourself with it. you did not want to have done it but was involuntary. you hoped he hasn’t noticed.

but he did.

he stepped back. all his anger was gone and now he was looking at you with a confused and sad expression at the same time. "did you-"

suddenly you feel suffocated, weak. maybe he’s right. you needed to get out of there so you just grab your bag on top of the couch and leave slamming the door leaving the chateau behind with a jj with his heart cramped inside of it.

you go to the only place where you can feel in peace. jj knew you would go to the lighthouse, you were only person brave enough to go to a lighthouse in the middle of the night on foot. and he lets you go, without the courage or the will to follow you at that moment.

you and jj spend a whole day apart. neither of you wanting to go after each other. jj spent the day on his room reliving the previous day involuntarily and it was like torture. did you really think he would hit you?

you, on the other hand, spent the the day at the lighthouse. peter the man who works at the place knew you for years and didn’t question the fact that you cried and spent two days there.

it was late afternoon after two days avoiding each other when you decided to take a stand. you knew that the first step should come from you. you owed the boy a big apology and even if he breaks your heart by leaving you, you’d let him go. after all, he had that right.

you parked in front of the chateau and did not bother to enter the house because found him sitting on the deck.

jj’s head was in turbulence.

there wasn’t a scenario where he stops loving you but what happened was a bucket of cold water thrown on the boy. he questioned how could you think he would do something like that but then the thought that you might be right comes. that he might already be the person he always tried not to be. became the person he hated the most.

but you, how can you even think that he would do something to you that would lead back to what he fears the most?

you get close to the boy and while he had his knees near his chest you sit down and let your legs hang on the deck.

minutes went by before you could say anything.

"two years ago i dated this guy named trevor. we dated for about 5 months. during the first three months he was a prince, it was like we came out of a romantic book. he used to tell me how i was everything to him and how he couldn’t see a life without me in it. i was blind, completely in love until the last two months came..."

you took a deep breath, you knew this day would come. the one you would have to tell him. you both looked at the landscape in front of you. each with your own reason not to look the other in the face.

"it started with pushes and purple bruises on my wrists. in my mind that was normal in a couple’s life, i was the one to blame for him being stressed anyways. but then things escalated to slaps and punches and threats. he constantly hurted me physically and psychologically and i felt like a coward for not being able to get out of that relationship. i used to spend days at my friends houses so my parents wouldn’t suspect a thing."

at that point the tears poured freely on your face and jj was looking at you. never in your six months of relationship did he ever suspect you had been through something like this. he would never suspect it. you were the toughest person he knew, never walked out from a fight and defended your friends with tooth and nails.

you felt vulnerable. jj felt guilty.

"by the time my parents found out they moved mountains so trevor went to jail..." you never told the whole story to anyone. it hurted. "i just want you to know jj that i would never, ever think you would do anything like that to me. i also said horrible things but didn’t mean any of them. it wasn’t you and it wasn’t your fault, it was an instinct. i didn’t want to-"

"y/n-"

"what i did... i am so sorry. i’ll understand if you want to break up."

he doesn’t answer, just pulls you into a tight hug like he needs you more than ever. like he knew you needed that hug more than ever.

"you’re the strongest person i know." he tries to take your face to look you in the eye but you don’t let him, sticking your face on his neck and hugging him more. "i’m not going to break up with you... i also said things i didn’t mean and i’m sorry. i just hope you know that none of that was your fault. never think what you went through was your fault. you’re too good for this world. you’re yoo kind for your own good. you have a huge heart and deserves all the good things this world can offer."

not crying anymore you raise your face and look at him with the same affection that he looked at you.

“you should hear your own words maybank." he shakes his head.

“yeah you should. you don’t even have the white of your father’s eye. don’t think you’re like him for a second when you’re the best person i know. i’m in love with every detail of yours. you’re gorgeous, inside and out. and whoever says otherwise is gonna have to deal with me. rafe it’s living proof of that."

a small smile appears on jj’s face. he delicately grabs your face and gives you a gentle kiss.

"i love you y/n. i won’t let anyone lay a finger on you ever again."

a/n: hey anon! i hope your day is being as great as mine. it was hard writing this one but i hope this is close to what you wanted <3 and if anyone who’s reading this had been through something like that know that none of it was your fault and you’re strong and incredible for surviving it.

ever again.

warnings: mentions of abusive relationship!!!

he could only be joking.

"you’ve got to be kidding me."

jj gives a sarcastic laugh and he knows how much you hate when he does that. "of course you’re not taking it seriously."

"jj i WORK at their house, i am OBLIGATED to live with him!!"

"and since when working is going out with him to the beach?"

“he made me go!!! he wasn’t the only one there, the whole troupe of starched was together."

"he didn’t seem to be forcing you to smile."

"you say as if i hadn’t punched him last month and almost lost my job because of YOU!"

"don’t try to change the subject like that. the topic is you befriending with him."

"change the subject??? we’ve been fighting unnecessarily for 30 minutes!!"

"because you can’t focus on the fucking problem! you always do this, avoid talking about what bothers me because it’s always about you!!" he raises his voice.

“for the love of god when have i ever done this??? i am ALWAYS trying to get you to talk to me, open up once in your life!!"

"did you ever think that maybe i don’t do it because you’re not a trustworthy person? what a hypocrisy of you saying i don’t open up. "

"but i never forced you to anything. i respect your time, i never made a scandal because of it! you love to make a storm in a teacup for absolutely everything!!"

he started to turn red with rage. "you’re so full of shit! what do i know about you? besides the fact that you’re so fucking stubborn, a big bitch-"

"ohhh that’s low maybank." you were starting to get really angry. you didn’t know what was coming, whether you’d explode or cry.

"-and apparently a cheater!"

you push him "how can you even think that??? you have no idea what i’ve been through and what i had to overcome to be with you."

"of course not! you never tell me how-"

"you act like this big man who’s not afraid of anything-"

"you play tough, but deep down you’re weak."

"-and accumulates all these feelings and ends up becoming a big jerk, you want to know who’s like that as well?" at this point you no longer controlled what comes out of your mouth.

jj shuts up and stared at you with an overwhelming anger you’ve never seen before in the boy.

he takes a step towards you taking off his cap and throwing it away with force. that was a big mistake.

that action of the boy made you flinch and grab the lamp as if it you were going to defend yourself with it. you did not want to have done it but was involuntary. you hoped he hasn’t noticed.

but he did.

he stepped back. all his anger was gone and now he was looking at you with a confused and sad expression at the same time. "did you-"

suddenly you feel suffocated, weak. maybe he’s right. you needed to get out of there so you just grab your bag on top of the couch and leave slamming the door leaving the chateau behind with a jj with his heart cramped inside of it.

you go to the only place where you can feel in peace. jj knew you would go to the lighthouse, you were only person brave enough to go to a lighthouse in the middle of the night on foot. and he lets you go, without the courage or the will to follow you at that moment.

you and jj spend a whole day apart. neither of you wanting to go after each other. jj spent the day on his room reliving the previous day involuntarily and it was like torture. did you really think he would hit you?

you, on the other hand, spent the the day at the lighthouse. peter the man who works at the place knew you for years and didn’t question the fact that you cried and spent two days there.

it was late afternoon after two days avoiding each other when you decided to take a stand. you knew that the first step should come from you. you owed the boy a big apology and even if he breaks your heart by leaving you, you’d let him go. after all, he had that right.

you parked in front of the chateau and did not bother to enter the house because found him sitting on the deck.

jj’s head was in turbulence.

there wasn’t a scenario where he stops loving you but what happened was a bucket of cold water thrown on the boy. he questioned how could you think he would do something like that but then the thought that you might be right comes. that he might already be the person he always tried not to be. became the person he hated the most.

but you, how can you even think that he would do something to you that would lead back to what he fears the most?

you get close to the boy and while he had his knees near his chest you sit down and let your legs hang on the deck.

minutes went by before you could say anything.

"two years ago i dated this guy named trevor. we dated for about 5 months. during the first three months he was a prince, it was like we came out of a romantic book. he used to tell me how i was everything to him and how he couldn’t see a life without me in it. i was blind, completely in love until the last two months came..."

you took a deep breath, you knew this day would come. the one you would have to tell him. you both looked at the landscape in front of you. each with your own reason not to look the other in the face.

"it started with pushes and purple bruises on my wrists. in my mind that was normal in a couple’s life, i was the one to blame for him being stressed anyways. but then things escalated to slaps and punches and threats. he constantly hurted me physically and psychologically and i felt like a coward for not being able to get out of that relationship. i used to spend days at my friends houses so my parents wouldn’t suspect a thing."

at that point the tears poured freely on your face and jj was looking at you. never in your six months of relationship did he ever suspect you had been through something like this. he would never suspect it. you were the toughest person he knew, never walked out from a fight and defended your friends with tooth and nails.

you felt vulnerable. jj felt guilty.

"by the time my parents found out they moved mountains so trevor went to jail..." you never told the whole story to anyone. it hurted. "i just want you to know jj that i would never, ever think you would do anything like that to me. i also said horrible things but didn’t mean any of them. it wasn’t you and it wasn’t your fault, it was an instinct. i didn’t want to-"

"y/n-"

"what i did... i am so sorry. i’ll understand if you want to break up."

he doesn’t answer, just pulls you into a tight hug like he needs you more than ever. like he knew you needed that hug more than ever.

"you’re the strongest person i know." he tries to take your face to look you in the eye but you don’t let him, sticking your face on his neck and hugging him more. "i’m not going to break up with you... i also said things i didn’t mean and i’m sorry. i just hope you know that none of that was your fault. never think what you went through was your fault. you’re too good for this world. you’re yoo kind for your own good. you have a huge heart and deserves all the good things this world can offer."

not crying anymore you raise your face and look at him with the same affection that he looked at you.

“you should hear your own words maybank." he shakes his head.

“yeah you should. you don’t even have the white of your father’s eye. don’t think you’re like him for a second when you’re the best person i know. i’m in love with every detail of yours. you’re gorgeous, inside and out. and whoever says otherwise is gonna have to deal with me. rafe it’s living proof of that."

a small smile appears on jj’s face. he delicately grabs your face and gives you a gentle kiss.

"i love you y/n. i won’t let anyone lay a finger on you ever again."

jj maybank x kook! reader

“Alright, Sarah. Bye now,” you groaned, stepping out past her white painted bedroom door.

“Noooo,” she whined, “don’t leave,”

“I gotta go.” You pouted, “my dad wants me home,”

“Fine. Be like that.” She waved you off.

“Your parents are way less strict then mine!” You argued.

“Uh huh,” Sarah responded sarcastically, “I’m gonna miss you, bitch,” she smiled.

“Okay...see ya,” you waved while walking through the door.

You continued down the hallway, it was a sort of narrow hallway, but you’ve been down it many times before.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Rafe’s voice call for you, he was leaning casually against his door frame.

“Oh..hey,” you answer, stopping infront of him.

You had to look up to talk to him because he was taller than you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Rafe asks. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. I mean, he’s always been nice to you, but he was nearly 20. And you were barely 17.

You nodded, following his gesture for you to come into his room.

He closed the door after you. You just stood by the window. Raising your eyebrows at his suspicious actions.

You looked behind you and saw their backward looking fresh, a Pogue, you think his name is JJ but you didn’t know him well, mowing the lawn.

“I have to be quick. I promised to be home,” you mentioned.

Rafe smiled, not saying anything, just looking at you.

You fumbled with your crop top, “So..what’s this about?” You asked.

“You know how long I’ve been trying to get you alone. You and Sarah...it’s non stop,” he said.

“What?” You asked, very confused in general.

“You were at Toppers party right? Damn..when I saw you snort that coke I was like...this girl...she’s bad,” he chuckled.

“Oh...that was-that was a mistake. I don’t do drugs like that anymore,” you reassured, feeling regretful about that mistake.

He laughed, “don’t lie to yourself, baby. Just think of the fun we could have together,”

Is this some kind of flirting?

“Look...uh, I have to go. Talk later?” you opened the door a bit but Rafe slammed it shut.

“What the hell?” You asked angerly.

Rafe scoffed, “hanging out with Sarah makes you a real bitch,”

“Rafe...I have to go!” You raised your voice. This seemed to anger him. For next, he lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall.

“You think you can tell me what to fucking do?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

When you saw his eyes, you could tell he was high.

“No, I’m-“ you began but stopped yourself when the door creaked open.

Wheezie’s brunette head peaked through the crack of the door.

When she saw both of you, her eyes turned confused.

Rafe moved off of you, “Wheezie, get out of here,” he ordered.

She didn’t argue like she usually would, she didn’t even exchange a glance at you. Just left the room, leaving the door a crack open.

“Shit,” you whispered involuntarily.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

“Hi!” Wheezie shouted over the loud noise of the lawnmower. Waving her hand towards the boy out in the field.

JJ chuckled, he mowed the lawn for the Cameron’s once or twice a week. Wheezie was basically the only Cameron to talk to him, she would test out flirted to him, even though he was a pogue.

JJ turned the lawn mower off, walking over to Wheezie.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, honestly, he enjoyed a break from his work, and he would never get in trouble becuase Wheezie would defend him.

“So...uh...I don’t know for sure. But I think Rafe is gonna hurt her. And he’s kinda....you know, I mean he does drugs. I saw him this morning! Anyway, he’s in his room and I think-“

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s gonna hurt who?” JJ asked, now concerned.

“Just put on a shirt and come with me!” She demanded, pulling him by his wrist towards the house.

“I don’t think your parents would be okay with me comin’ in,” JJ chuckled again.

“Just...okay...you know Y/n right? She’ll kill me if she knew I brough you into this becuase she hates attention or whatever but I’m worried, because you know...Rafe has a thing for her and I’m just worried he might try to kiss her and...” She trailed off, but JJ knew what she meant.

He frowned, “You sure I should go in there? What if she wants it. I mean, a lot of kook girls hook up with Rafe,”

“TMI!” Wheezie exclaimed, “anyway, Y/n isn’t one of those kook girls. She’s wayy too good for Rafe. Plus I think she’s into surfer boys,” Wheezie shrugs.

JJ sighs, “alright fine. But you owe me for this,” JJ began walking up the stairs, “what, you not comin’?”

“I am not about to get yelled at by Rafe. Plus I’ll cover the fort down here, so my parents don’t get involved.”

When he finally made it to the second floor, he heard your voice. You weren’t strangers, you’ve met once or twice, but JJ always thought you were way out of his league. And that was saying something.

“Rafe seriously. My dads gonna kill me!” You stated, pushing against Rafe’s rather buff chest.

“Who cares about your dad, Y/n. Just get on your knees,” he stated.

JJ felt disgusted. Even he knew that was no way to talk to a girl.

He stood outside the parted door.

“No, asshole,” you said bluntly, trying to get around him again.

He grabbed your wrist, harshly, pulling you back so you hit the wall. You moaned in pain when the doorknob from his closet door hit your back.

That’s when JJ interfered.

He pushed open the door to make his presence known.

You both looked up at him at the same time.

Rafe immediately stepped back from you, and you pushed the sleeve of your shoulder back to covering yourself.

“Everything alright in here?” JJ asked, studying the situation.

Rafe sniffled slightly nervously, he knew he probobly couldn’t take JJ in a fight due to all the drugs he’s on.

Rafe looked at you, to which you immediately understood, “uh...we are fine. Thanks JJ,” you answered, clearly nervous.

He was surprised, and unexpectedly flattered, when you addressed him by his name.

JJ thought fast, “there is a car here for Y/n,” JJ lied. But you believed it, and so did Rafe.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, “Okay Y/n...have fun.” Rafe said as you stepped out of the room.

You wanted to flip him off, but JJ was right behind you.

When you got outside, JJ was about to tell you there was no car, but he couldn’t when you thre your arms around his torso, a hug, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Whoa,” he chuckled.

“Thank you, J, you have no idea...” you mumbled.

JJ slowly moved his arm to hug you back. But when his hand reached your mid back, you took a sharp intake of breath and pulled away.

“Sorry, for that. You really saved me back there,” you explained, looking up at him.

“It’s not problem. Oh and by the way, there’s no car here for you,” JJ mentioned.

“Oh...right. Shit I kinda need a ride. You looked around. Until your eyes landed on JJ again.

He studied you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked.

“No...” JJ shook his head, “this is the most you’ve ever talked to me,” he blurted. Kinda regretting not usuing his usual approach when talking to girls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you before. I just didn’t want to get you in trouble,” you explained, “but I have noticed you,”

Your phone dinged, and that’s when you remember to check the time, “shit,” you blurted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...my dads gonna kill me. I was suppose to be home like an hour ago,” you sigh, still nervous.

You noticed JJ tense, “I can give you a ride? The van is gonna smell like weed though,” he winked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You nodded, following him down the driveway to where his “busted” van was parked.

“I’m not usually this helpless, you know,” you blurted, wanting him to know you for the real you.

“Oh believe me, I know,” he chuckles, opening the van door for you.

He was surprised by himself, again. He’s never cared enough to open the door for anyone. But it was so simple you probobly wouldn’t notice.

You smiled, at him and hopped in. There were some all black aviators and a red SnapBack on the seat. Which you moved so you wouldn’t sit on them.

As JJ walked around the van, you couldn’t find anywhere to put them, with all the clutter around, so you just decided to wear the sunglasses and his hat.

When he opened the car his eyes widened in excitement, “looks good on you Y/n,” he said starting the van.

“Who the hells that? I’m JJ,” you joked. When you took a deep breath, you scrunched you’re nose at the stench.

“Whoo,” you sighed, “it’s strong in here. What’d you hotbox or something?” You continued with the JJ impression.

“How do you know me so well?” JJ laughed and grabbed the hat off your head and placed it backwards on his own.

“Just guessin’,” you shrugged, moving the sunglasses farther down your nose.

“Where’s your place?” JJ asked as he turned the wheel.

“Uh...” you trailed off when you noticed Rafe running out of the house, looking angry, waving at the van.

“Shit! JJ go!! Drive!” You commanded. Grabbing his hand and forcing it on the wheel.

You knew Rafe would judge you for spending time with a Pogue, and he would also be mad.

“Calm down, princess,” JJ responded, stepping on the gas.

You immediately retracted, “sorry.” You muttered.

He pulled out of the driveway quick and started heading down the wrong road.

“Where are you going?” You asked, slightly nervous now.

“Back to my place. Since you didn’t tell me where yours was,”

“Wait...uh it’s down that road. I’d really love to hang but I gotta be home,” you told him.

“Ya sure?” JJ said turning the wheel and heading down your street.

You nodded.

“No, I mean, kook princess, would be down to hang with a Pogue?” JJ asked.

You pointed to the pastel yellow mansion with terra-cotta roofing, “of course JJ, I think you’re dope,”

“Holy shitt,” JJ moaned when he saw your house, admiring its beauty and the boat you had parked in the front.

“Jesus, what id give to be a kook,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not as good as it-“

“Y/N!!!” Your father shouts, he must have seen you pull in.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

JJs heat started to race, that was so damn hot.

You pulled of the sunglasses and placed them on the dash.

“See ya later, and also, you can come over any time use any materials you like. My brother got a new surf board and then went off to college, it’s all yours if you want it,”

JJ smirked, perks of having a kook friend that lived with a family that bought status symbols with their money, “can I get your number?”

“Yeah, it’s-“

You both stopped at the banging on JJs window.

Your father, was urgently yelling, “Y/N get out here right now. Your late for training, god damn it,” it was muffled, but you both understood.

“Training?” JJ questioned.

“See you at the Cameron’s,” you winked, then hopped out of the car and joined your dad inside the kook mansion.

JJ contemplated a life with you, only for a moment, then pulled out of your, rather long, stone driveway.

happy friday !

JJ Maybank x Reader

Request:  Anonymous said:Can you write one where y/n is a toxic (abusive🥺) relationship with Rafe and jj is the only one of the pogues who picked up on it. It’s getting worse and jj always tells her to break up with him. She says it’s not that easy and he doesn’t believe her. So she tries and rafe hurts her. She feels horrible so she hides from jj but jj finds her and apologizes 🤍🤍

Summary: JJ tries to get you to leave Rafe

Warnings: trigger warning! abuse

masterlist

note: national domestic abuse hotline:  1−800−799−7233

JJ’s hatred for Rafe Cameron went deeper than the pogue vs kook rivalry. His hatred turned from that to the fact that he was aware that Rafe wasn’t the best boyfriend for you. He saw the pain and fear you were in from the relationship and his heart ached. 

hey everyone! Since it’s my birthday week, I want y’all to get to know me!! (since I don’t have any friends) please ask me 💗

Send in an emoji for whatev u want!!

❤️-a fuck, marry, kill, with any character or actor from OBX. Or anyone I would probably know.

🦋-a gif from OBX that reminds me of ur blog

🥰-OBX ship! tell me about ur personality/looks

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

1) what’s a secret your keeping right now?

2) what do you want to do really badly?

3) what’s your all time fav show?

4) what’s ur fav food?

5) what’s ur star sign?

6) fav ice cream?

7) who’s ur OBX crush?

8) what would u say if u met the cast?

9) what tatoo would you get?

10) do you sleep with the lights on or off?

11) what’s ur fav alc drink?

12) do you write based on personal experience?

13) what fandoms have you been in? Which have you written for?

14) relationship status?

15) how many followers on tumblr?

16) what social media’s do you have?

17) what’s a staple accessory of yours?

18) are you a good driver?

19) fav clothing store?

20) what do you want in your future?

21) what scares you?

22) fav outfit from OBX?

23) recent emojis?

24) what are my initials?

25) fav song?

26) last person you cried infront of?

happy bday to my fellow virgos

love all of y’all 🥺🥰