#stylesyourmine

a/n: hello my lovely humans!! i have not been here in quite a while! im so sorry! now that i have some free time i whipped this up for you! i hope you love it. miss you guys and ask box is officially OPEN.

pairing: jj maybank x reader, platonic pogues x reader

word count: im not sure!

warnings: anxiousness at the end? death mentions? not a lot!!

it was a few weeks after john b and sarah had passed. well, to everyone else's knowledge anyways. the truth was john b and sarah were alive. and the only ones who knew that were pope, kie, jj and you.

you guys were currently ducking under some building ledge you'd climbed on to watch ward and gavin. just moments before you saw ward murder him in cold blood. in front of your own two eyes. it was pouring, the cold water drenching every inch of your body. jj was to the left of you and pope was to the right of you. kie sat next to you as well, holding your hand. pope was leaning over the wall with his camera, but dont tell him you said that, because then he'd just correct you to the right wording.

catching ward seemed impossible, because no matter what evidence you ever got on that man, somehow he'd always get away with it. it was the money, it'd always be the money. he was an asshole and either people saw it and closed their eyes, or just would never say anything against him.

jj's hands were holding your waist sturdy as you were balancing on your bent knees to hold you up.

"there he goes. i think he's looking for the gun!" pope exclaimed. his body moved from left to right slowly following wards every move. your eyes peeked up as you saw him running down and chasing what seemed to be the gun in the current. he raised his arms in agony and placed them behind his back. he yelled something, but you couldn't make out what he'd said exactly. all you could make out from the rain clouding your eyes, was that he was pissed.

the fury you were feeling was over the moon. you were so pissed right now. that was the man who'd framed your best friend. a sixteen year old kid who didn't do anything wrong but live out his life with his friends. this was the man who ruined all of your lives. who made you have panic attacks at night, that woke jj up to help you go back to sleep. you'd get nightmares too, ones of john b and sarah dying. he caused this.

"i think the gun just went down the drain! he's lookin for it." pope muttered again. your heart was pounding. how could he just kill a man, and how could you have just sat there and watched? this wasn't right, whether he'd get his consequence now or later.

"hey. he's lookin for the gun."

kie stood up, and you and jj watched her,

"kie. what're you doin kie?" jj's eyebrows furrowed in confusement. you guys didn't want to get caught, so why was she making it obvious that you were here?

"kie." you whispered. you looked back at jj just to be met with a nod from him, signifying he didn't know what was happening either. this was so important. please dont mess it up, you thought.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" she shouted, from the top of her lungs. your stomach instantly dropped at the thought of ward cameron, the man who just killed someone, in public, would hear kie.

jj's hands were ripped from your body as he tried to pull down kie's. you tried to put your hands on her mouth, trying to help jj in calming her down.

"YOU ARE A MURDERER!" she shouted once more.

"kie please shut up!" you whisper-shouted, hoping she'd understand the gravity of this.

"what're you doing?" jj said his hands were on her arms, trying to stop her from standing and causing any attention to you guys again.

"i dont care if he hears me! he's a murderer!" she lunged forwards, trying to make ward hear it, but pope caught her so she wouldn't.

your eyes darted down to ward, who was now onto you guys. he was sprinting the street, trying to get up to the building you guys were on.

"guys, he sees us!" you shouted trying to gain your friends attention by waving your hand from behind you.

"are you serious?!"jj shouted. he let go of kie and grabbed your hand, trying to help you stand. your heart was pounding. never in your life had you been this nervous. sure, you were pissed at ward, but this was not the time to yell at him! you were trying to catch him red-handed, and leave. not try and catch him and cause attention to yourselves so he'd know you were there!

"come on lets go!"pope yelled in you guys' direction.

you got up and sprinted towards the ladder you guys had used to get up there, really hoping you'd get down and into the car as quick as possible.

you were up first, and heights weren't your thing. but for today, it was going to have to work, you'd told yourself.

"c'mon baby, hurry hurry hurry!" his hands grabbed yours. he stood at the edge of the ladder, watching you go down as fast as you could.

then went pope,

"lets go man! we gotta go!" jj got onto the ladder directly when pope made his first step down, and then kie. and suddenly you watched as kie's foot stepped on jj's hand, making him scream and fall off he ladder, causing him to knock pope off while he was at it.

"no!" you shouted as you watched the camera fly in the air, and then fall to floor before you could even react.

"sorry! so sorry!"

kie said as they were on the ground.

your eyes widened at the sight. it had broken into pieces. no. this couldn't have happened. everything you'd had on him, you lost it.

jj and pope got up as quick as speed goes and pope grabbed the camera off the ground.

your hands flew to your mouth, this was all for nothing.

"are you kidding?! you fumbled it?" jj yelled.

"you kicked me in the face!" pope had spat back.

"she stepped on my hand!" he'd gestured out at kie.

"i was trying to hurry!"

groaning you stepped in front of them, this wasn't the time to argue. especially when a murderer was chasing after you guys.

"STOP! both of you stop! he's coming, GO!"

you ran with them and watched as they all jumped the gate. you then jumped it lastly.

you all finally got to the car and in went pope in the passengers seat, kie got in the drivers and you and jj got in the back.

out of breath you shut your eyes and moved your hair out of your face. jj's hand met your cheek as he looked you deeply in the eyes.

"are you okay? look at me." his hand raised your face to meet his, allowing your hand to drop to your lap.

"are you okay?" he repeated. he looked at you for reassurance and you nodded, swallowing.

"as okay as i can be while a murderer is chasing us."

he panted and nodded, looking up at pope and kie.

his hand went to his own face now, using both hands to bury it in.

"can someone tell me what the frick just happened?!" he muttered, and you looked up at your friends as well.

"holy crap. i cant believe it." he added.

"wait what the hell were they even fighting about?!" you asked.

"uhh,-

pope started to fiddle around with the camera, trying to piece it back together.

"it was a gun- the one rafe used. he must've kept it."

"of course! of course! the murder weapon!"

you threw your head back and your hands hit your face, shit. how could this night have gone any worse.

"pick up, pick up."

you sat up in confusement, was she calling someone?

"who are you calling?" jj asked,

"who do you think?" she said with distress in her voice.

"the cops?" pope furrowed his brows and leaned in closer towards kie.

was she serious? the cops?

"who else am i supposed to call?!"

"why would you call the police that's ward!" you shouted, leaving everyone to look back at you. jj's hand found your thigh, helping you calm down. you never raised your voice, and didn't like getting in trouble. to say the least, you were the mom of the group, so calling the police would be something you'd do. but in this mess? god, no.

"sheriffs office....." the rain was pounding on the sides of the car like someone was outside banging on it, it was so bad tonight. it basically set the mood for how it was going.

"hello?! hello? somebody's been shot you guys need to come to the grand street construction site! i dont know if he's dead or not, you guys need to hurry!"

"we need to get out of here! were sitting ducks, we gotta go." jj said.

"what do you want me to do?!"

"just drive!" pope said.

the car picked up and your head started pounding as hard as ever. a major headache was forming. you wanted this to be over.

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"so...ward cameron just popped one off and killed em,right?" you were now standing on the same construction site platform that you watched ward kill gavin on. you were trying to explain to shoupe what had happened.

except this time, there was no body. no blood. no signs of distress. this wasn't a crime scene to the naked eye. but it was to yours. you saw it happen.

you watched as jj got down and inspected the ground, it was as clean as ever. no blood. no mess. no distress. as if nothing had happened.

"yes shoupe." you muttered.

"how long ago was it?" he stated at you questioningly. you and shoupe had went back to seventh grade, where he was your supervising officer in the juniors police academy. law had always had a special place in your heart. you had been in the academy ever since a few weeks ago, when you dropped out because of john b's disappearance. you were the highest in your program, a team leader. so when shoupe had told you your best friend was dead, and he could do"nothing" about it, and the way he betrayed you by not believing you when you said your best friend had nothing to do with peterkins death, you left. he was pissed, you were his star student heading in good directions.

now here you were with your friends trying to make him understand that ward was a terrible person. but obviously his grudge against you had its own leverage.

'about 45 minutes ago."

your friends were letting you take the lead on the questioning, knowing you knew all the right words. you knew how they worked, how not to fall into his lap.

"and he cleaned it all up in that time frame?"

you crossed your arms and nodded your head in disapproval.

"yes. we filmed it."

he looked up at you and then the camera in popes hand.

"but then i stepped on jjs foot and it broke." kie spoke up.

he looked at all of you, and left his eyes on you for slightly longer, making jj stand closer towards you.

"were done here."

"what? so thats it?" you muttered following him down the stairs.

"we both know a murder could not have happened that fast with no evidence."

"y-yes it could have! shoupe i watched it fucking happen!"

jj's hands came up to your shoulders, trying to get you to calm down.

"just like you know john b didn't murder peterkin?"

"what? who's talking about that?"

"hey man." jj said, standing in front of you now. he was getting overprotective of you again. ever since john b, your emotions have been everywhere and he wasn't gonna let shoupe affect that.

"go home, kids."

"baby-" jj outstetched his arm to comfort you,

you nodded your head and started to walk off, pissed at this entire situation.

"i told you this would happen!" jj took off his hat and motioned towards kie.

"like you're the one that had to drop the camera", he continued.

"it was your fault!" she exclaimed.

turning towards her he yelled,

"oh it was my fault?!"

"yeah! it was your fault!"

"why do you always take his side? why do you never take mi-"

"oh yeah, what about you? taking your girlfriends side for everything!"

"shes my girlfriend kie! i cant just not take her fucking side!"

pope shook his head beside you and you stopped walking abruptly. you had tears in your eyes. what a shit-show.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" you yelled, over it. you couldn't stand it. your head was pounding, your eyes were becoming cloudy and it was all too much.

both of them whipped their heads to look at you.

"you two bickering like little kids is not going to help anything. we can still do something." you looked over at the sewer drain next to you.

"we can go get the gun."

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"this is the north drain. it should've gotten washed into the gully, but if it didn't then it should've ended up somewhere.... here." jj motioned to the open water space around you guys.

you guys had all parted ways last night, excluding you and jj, who went to the chateau together, and calmed down enough to all be forgiven. you guys were all better now and were now looking for the gun.

you guys were at the drain dump, where excess items that weren't supposed to be in the drain went.

"oh my god. people who use plastic should be shot." kiara huffed.

"okay. personally, i love plastic. use it everyday. love the stuff." jj retaliated.

you hit his shoulder and he looked back at you defendingly.

"stop teasing her you idiot."

your eyes widened at him teasingly and winked. he widened his mouth, as in in shock and leaned in for a kiss. you leaned back into him, and just as his lips were about to meet, you swerved, so he hit your cheek.

"ohhhhh...." was the sound made by your friends who were both dying of laughter.

"not cool y/n."

you shook your head and stood next to him, whilelooking at pope and kie.

"anyways-" pope started,

" i knew you'd say something like that which is why i brought......trash bags!"

he smiled towards her and you smiled at how cute that was.

"did you just proactively protect the environment for me?"she replied in awe.

"maybe."

"ew im gonna vomit" jj mumbled

you just looked at him with a defeating yet playful look. "do you really not wanna get laid? like ever again?"

"woah woah woah no no no i dont- i wasn't- how is that fair?!" he protested, and you just laughed.

after cleaning every inch of trash up, no gun was found. you and kie sighed, standing together. you were exhausted.

"if its not in the trash, then it has to be in the storm drain." pope pointed.

"of course it is." kie mumbled.

"good thing i brought the crow!" jj said, moving over to grab it.

"good thing you brought the crow j." you said sarcastically, staring at the gross drain.

"so, are we doing rock, paper scissors?" kie asked. the boys both looked at her at the same time, and then you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"how bout alphabetically? the oldest?" you suggested.

"one, two, three!" they lifted the cover of the sewer drain and placed it to the side, revealing the deep dark hole of the sewer.

jj looked at you and smiled,

"in the sewer there's this worm that you get down there, it goes into you and then comes out of your pecker so that uh...a no from me."

"yeah same rules apply here too."

"you mean the same pecker that i-"

jj's lips came into a smirk as pope threw his hand over your mouth, blocking out what you were gonna say.

"gross." he mumbled

jj nodded at you devilishly.

"its fine you guys are just scared. scaredy cats if you will."

"nah were not, i'm not scared i just"

"yeah me neither, i'm not scared of that thing."

as their bickering continued you rolled you rolled your eyes and stepped forwards.

"ill go if you shut up."

"oh thank god i did not wanna do that" kie breathed, relieved.

she shot you a thumbs up and you looked at jj, as you bent down in front of the smelly sewer.

"okay can you just-" he shot a look at pope and kie, cause he was about to get sappy.

"can you just be careful for me, if you need anything we're right here okay?" he leaned in and your lips melted together.

"awwwww" they spoke from behind you guys.

you pulled away and smiled at kie. "i'll be soooo careful baby."

"look how soft jj looks right now, i wanna capture this forever." pope said, nudging kie's shoulder as they smiled.

jj pecked your lips again quickly and you saluted all of them, going in as fast as you could.

as you started to crawl you couldn't help but notice the grossness around you. the spiders crawling and the sap wetness from beneath.

"see anything yet baby?!" you heard jj's voice echo from behind.

"nothing yet!" you shouted back, trying to focus on what was in front of you.

after about five minutes of looking around, nothing. and you’d made the decision to start heading back.

you crawled further in, the water flooding in as you got into the deeper part of the sewer, where you where able to stand.

your eyes drifted down, your eyebrows furrowing together. what the hell? why was there a draft of water coming in?

at this point, the water was at around your waist. you screamed as hard as you could,

"JJ! THE WATER! ITS FUCKING RISING!"

it was loud, so loud. nothing seemed real.

your breath seemed to dimmer, and your lungs were working overtime.

was this it?

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let’s have a party!!!!

OMG SHOULD I… GUYS IM SORRY I HAVE LITERALLY A GAZILLION ASKS AND I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK FORGIVE ME!!!

the moon and its protector

a/n: hi lovely! i haven’t written for topper nor do i usually read for him so excuse me if i did terrible at projecting him! but i did the best i could! hope you enjoy :) -nina

pairing: topper x reader!

word count: around 2k?

warnings: creepy guy, inappropriate language, unconsented touching, mentions of blood, angsty?!?

the moon was in full view now, the sun having completely gone down. it gleamed through your eyes, almost like a camera. it was almost as if your eyes had taken a picture of the moon, and placed it on them. the reflection was breathtaking. pyou could hear the music blasting through your ears, as you drowned everything out- to stare up at it.

it’s so beautiful. you thought.

you were in kooklandia, with your boyfriend- at some kooky party he’d invited you to. now, you weren’t exactly a kook- as you lived in between both islands, but you passed as one so no one really gave you shit for being there.

breaking your thought, large cold hands suddenly snaked around your waist making your skin rise in goosebumps. biting your lip, you knew exactly who it was. it was him. topper, the love of your life.

sure, things could get messy with him at times. but nothing compared to when you guys walked in the beach together or went walking around town with overpriced smoothies in hand. it was almost perfect. almost.

toppers friends were the problem. he acted like them when they were around, and you could never really be sure of why- he was such a great guy when he wasn’t with them.

maybe it’s just his way of fitting in.

“hi…what’re you doing all the way over here all alone? you do know the moons not gonna speak to you anytime soon..right?” he muttered moving closer and closer to your ear as he did.

you chuckled at his sarcasticness, and his lips met your neck, your sweet spot.

rolling your head back, you looked at him.

“well maybe not anytime soon, but sure enough. i know it has some secrets to share with me.” you said, sending him a grin.

topper nodded and his hands turned you around, leaving your hands to fall on his chest.

“hi.” he smiled.

“hi”

his fingers swept near your face, tucking your hair back behind your ear. he always loved to just look at you.

as you went to lean in for his lips, he stopped you, pointer finger in front of the both of your bodies.

“hold on, i think…i think the moons trying to tell me something.”

your eyebrows furrowed, and you leaned your head back, waiting for whatever silly prompt this was.

“oh yeah? what’s it saying?”

cupping his ear, he nodded, leaving one hand on your waist still. toppers face net yours again, looking at you quickly.

“it says that you need a drink. like, now.”

“oh does it now?” you chuckled, hitting his chest lightly.

“yup. it wants me to go get you that drink so, as this opportunity has been given to me, i must obey.”

“oh of course top. i mean how could you possibly not obey?”

he laughed and pecked your lips, taking his time to tighten his grip on your waist. it did not go unnoticed, as the butterflies in your stomach were having a field day.

“be right back.” he mumbled, letting go of your lips disappointedly.

“mkay.”

as you stood there watching topper maneuver his way through tons of people, you let a small smile graze your face. it quickly disappeared though, when you noticed a really drunk brunette basically hobbling over to you.

the brunette stopped abruptly, as he took in your body’s view. feeling uncomfortable with the situation, you spoke up.

“can i help you?”

he bit his lip mischievously, looking at you up and down.

“i can think of a view ways, yeah.” he spat out rudely. you wanted to throw up, drunk tourists were your biggest pet peeve. they’d walk around thinking they own the place, and than leave completely shitfaced an hour later, looking stupid as hell while doing it.

“go fuck yourself dude.”

“hey! that’s not very nice sweetie.” he groaned, falling closer and closer to you, now groaning in your literal face.

topper? where is topper?!

“i didn’t intend it to be nice, i have a boyfriend.” you argued, he want going to have the last straw. you were.

“boyfriend? and he left you all alone for me?” he chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. no. that wasn’t his place, your arms squirmed to get his hands off of your body as soon as you could, but to no avail- he didn’t get off of you.

“get off of me! will you go away?!” you yelled, the situation was now escalating. your heart beat faster and faster, feeling your blood turn hot from the exhaustion. his hands crept closer and closer to your ass.

as you were opening your mouth to scream again, a force pushed you back- making you fall into the sand in your ass.

opening your eyes, you saw topper on top of the pervy touron with his fust colliding into his face.

“stay.”

punch.

“the fuck,”

punch.

“away.”

punch.

“from.”

punch.

“MY”

punch.

“girl.”

punch.

blood riddled down the tourons nose down to his cheeks as he looked over to you in horror. he didn’t know what he’d gotten involved with.

as you looked up, you saw a crowd forming over you guys. using your two hands to ground yourself, you went over to topper and slowly put your hand on his shoulder, hoping he’d just walk away with you.

as you touched it, you felt him relax. feel safe, almost. he was walking over to you with your drink when he saw him, and he’d never felt more angry in his life. all he wanted to do was get you out of that situation, and he handled it accordingly. no matter what it took.

as peoples chatter became louder and louder you mumbled loud enough for only topper to hear you, and most likely the douchebag under him.

“come on baby, come on.” you tilted your head in despair. he was doing all he could to protect you, and now you were going to reciprocate that. he stood up, watching as the touron finally found his feet and ran away scared.

topper had just now realized the crowd of spectators he had gained, as he looked up to look at you.

turning towards them, he spoke seriously,

“go. get out of here. nothing to fucking see people!”

grabbing your hand, he whisked you away from everyone and onto an emptier part of the beach. what you didn’t notice, was the blood that has spread from his hand- to yours.

as you settled onto a spot on the sand, you both sat down and you layed a head on his shoulder slowly as to not alarm him.

“m’sorry. shouldn’t have walked away and left you like that. promise it won’t happen again, y/n.” topper was looking deep into your eyes at this point, begging you.

you looked at him in disbelief, what was he going on about?

“baby. you did nothing wrong you went on your little mission-remember?” you sent him a warm smile, trying to help him understand that it was never his fault.

“i know…but i could’ve been watching you more y’know?” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing the side.

“no. you protected me, i love that. i love you. you make me feel safe.” he looked down at you now, and kissed your lips. he was honestly glad you felt that way. he was glad to be your protector.

your eyes skimmed right up to the large grey circle up in the sky. maybe this was all apart of its plan. to have you both end up in each other’s arms, feeling the safest you could feel. and in this moment, everything felt perfect.