Hi! I’m so excited to start reading Off Campus stories! Would you be able to write one of Garrett’s little sister turning up at the hockey boys house after a fight with their dad? Thank you! 🙏🏼
Y/N pulls up in front of the house, turning the car off and getting out. She goes up to the porch and doesn't bother to knock as she just walks inside.
"Hey, Y/N!" Dean grins at his friend's younger sister.
"What's up?" Logan greets, barely glancing away from the TV.
"Hey. Is, uh, is Garrett home?" Y/N asks.
"Uh, yeah, he's upstairs." Dean says.
"Thanks." Y/N says, starting to go upstairs.
"Uh, if the door's shut, so I'd knock before you're scarred for life." Tucker warns.
Y/N is too lost in her thoughts to react to his warning with disgust as she usually would. She goes upstairs and to her brother's room, knocking on the shut door.
Garrett opens it after a moment, dressed and alone.
"Hey." He greets, but frowns when he notices how teary her eyes are. He watches as she tucks her hair behind her ear and his eyes fall onto her red cheek. Garrett's jaw clenches and his rage makes his body go rigid. "Fuck. What happened?" He worries, pulling her into his room and shutting the door.
"I... he wanted me to be home by dinner s-so he and Cindy could tell me something." Y/N says, sniffling. Garrett makes her sit on his bed and he pulls his desk chair over to sit in front of her. "I was late cause-- cause I had tutoring today for science. I tried to explain it and he just got so fucking mad an-and he kept yelling. I-I didn't mean to start fighting back, but I couldn't help it. I ran out after he slapped me."
By the end of her retelling, Y/N is crying and hides her face in her hands.
"It's okay. It's okay." Garrett whispers, sitting on the bed and hugging her. He rubs her arm, trying to keep his fury contained for her sake. "It's Friday. Spend the weekend here."
"What? So I can see you idiots having sex all weekend?" Y/N scoffs, pulling away from him.
"I'll tell Dean to shut the door." Garrett says. Y/N groans in disgust. "I'm serious. You're not going back there this weekend. And on Sunday, I'm going home with you and I'll be there for a bit. Maybe try to talk to him."
"He'll just hurt you." Y/N sniffles.
"Maybe." He shrugs. "But it's better than him hurting you."
"No, it isn't." Y/N argues.
"It is to me." Garrett says. "So you're staying this weekend."
"Okay." She whispers.
"Good." He says. "Come on. We can watch a movie and order pizza. Pick a movie, I'll go get you an ice pack."
hey! ive seen alot of jj x sister reader but could you do one with jj x younger brother who gets beaten by luke bad, like worse than jj has ever been, and fluff and stuff. like the reader breaks down saying he can t stand luke anymore and jj protective n stuff? and if the brother could be aroud 14-15?
Y/N slowly walks up to the chateau, wincing as each step makes his side hurt worse. He can hardly breathe, his stomach now various shades of blue and purple. His blue eyes stand out from the bruises across his face and his split lip.
Y/N hears the pogues laughing and goofing off as he gets closer to the house.
"Hey, hey! Smaller Maybank!" John B calls out, being the first to spot the younger boy.
"Y/N!" JJ cheers, obviously a bit drunk. "Let's party, broski! Grab a--" The words die in his throat when he spots the state of his younger brother's face. Instantly feeling sober, JJ practically trips over his own feet as he races out to meet his brother.
"What the fuck happened?" JJ questions, his voice hard and protective, and while there's no anger towards him, Y/N can't help but cower back. "Y/N, what happened?" JJ questions. "Look at me." He puts his hand on top of his brother's head, tilting his head back so he can get a better look at the injuries.
"I... it's just..." Y/N whispers, struggling to speak up. Something he always gets in trouble with Luke for.
"What happened? Who did this?" JJ asks. He has a protective, furious look in his eyes, his jaw tensed so tightly, Y/N's worried he'll break his teeth. "Was it dad?" JJ asks after his brother answers.
Y/N only has to look down to give JJ his answer.
"Anywhere else?" JJ asks, his voice low as he tries not to explode right then and there.
"Everywhere." Y/N whispers.
"Son of a bitch." JJ mutters, his hands clenching into fists. "I'm gonna fucking kill him." He seethes, starting to storm off.
"No. No, JJ, stop." Y/N pleads, reaching out to grab his arm. "Don't, okay? I don't think he's there anymore anyway."
"He's gotta come back eventually." JJ scoffs.
"JJ, stop! Please!" Y/N begs, yanking him back. JJ turns to his brother, the tears in his eyes making JJ's heart clench. "Don't go, please. I don't want you to--"
"Y/N, I'm going to get him back for this." JJ hisses, motioning to his brother's injured state. "This... God, this is worse than..." He harshly swallows.
"Don't go. You're gonna get hurt and I-I can't do it anymore." Y/N says, finally starting to cry. "I can't do it again. I can't handle him anymore and I don't wanna see what he'll do to you. So, please, please just stay with me. Please." He finally sobs, JJ faltering as his little brother breaks down in front of him.
Ever since they were kids, JJ's done everything he could to protect his little brother -- from bullies, from kooks, from his allergy to peanuts, from monsters in the closet, from their father. And it kills the older boy each and every time he fails to keep his brother from getting harmed. Each time there's a new bruise or he almost eats something with peanut butter or a kook gets under his skin, JJ hates himself more and more when he sees the way it hurts his brother.
"Okay." JJ whispers. "Okay, it's okay. It's okay, dude. C'mere." JJ pulls him into a hug. Y/N sobs, clutching onto JJ's muscle tee, burying his face into JJ's shoulder. JJ rests one hand on the back of his brother's head, his other arm wrapped around him, careful of whatever injuries could be on his back.
"It's okay, buddy. I got you. You're okay, kiddo." JJ reassures. "You don't have to deal with him. I'll figure something out. We can spend some time here. It's okay."
JJ continues to hold his brother while he sobs, despite how much it hurts his body to do so.
This isn’t really much to go off of but could you do a Maybank!sister where she plays with jjs rings when nervous?🫶
Y/N and JJ are at home, JJ trying to get his sister to go to sleep. The two are sitting on his bed, Y/N pressed close to his side as she holds onto his hand.
"Come on. If you don't sleep now, you're gonna be grumpy in the morning... which is gonna make me grumpy." JJ says.
"What if dad comes back, though?" She asks.
"He's not coming back." JJ promises. "He had his... episode and now he's gonna be out... partying all night or whatever."
Y/N doesn't reply, focusing on twisting JJ's rings around on his fingers. JJ watches her for a bit, a sad but fond smile appearing on his face at her habit. She's loved playing with his rings ever since she was a baby and as she gets older, it constantly becomes a thing to help her calm down. He bought her a few of her own rings for her previous birthday, which she fidgets with sometimes, but she still usually only plays with his rings.
Sarah noticed and asked her about it one time, Y/N telling the older girl that playing with JJ's rings whenever she was scared or nervous, it helped her calm down. Both because of the mindless activity and being near her big brother always made her feel safer than anything else. Sarah's never told JJ, but she always watches them with a soft look, able to see how much the siblings love each other.
"You got your own rings, you know?" JJ points out, tapping the ring that sits on her pinky.
"I know. Yours are more fun." Y/N says. "Plus, it's winter and you're really warm." She adds, cuddling more into his side. JJ quietly laughs, making himself more comfortable and pulling her closer as they rest in his bed.
JJ lets her continue to play with his rings, his other hand rubbing her shin to help comfort her.
"You don't have to be nervous, cutie. Dad's not coming back tonight. Even if he does, the door's locked so he can't get in. It's just you and me tonight, kiddo." JJ promises.
"Sure." Y/N mumbles, cuddling into his chest. JJ rests his chin on her head, watching her play with his rings until she eventually ends up falling asleep.
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This isn’t really much to go off of but could you do a Maybank!sister where she plays with jjs rings when nervous?🫶
Y/N and JJ are at home, JJ trying to get his sister to go to sleep. The two are sitting on his bed, Y/N pressed close to his side as she holds onto his hand.
"Come on. If you don't sleep now, you're gonna be grumpy in the morning... which is gonna make me grumpy." JJ says.
"What if dad comes back, though?" She asks.
"He's not coming back." JJ promises. "He had his... episode and now he's gonna be out... partying all night or whatever."
Y/N doesn't reply, focusing on twisting JJ's rings around on his fingers. JJ watches her for a bit, a sad but fond smile appearing on his face at her habit. She's loved playing with his rings ever since she was a baby and as she gets older, it constantly becomes a thing to help her calm down. He bought her a few of her own rings for her previous birthday, which she fidgets with sometimes, but she still usually only plays with his rings.
Sarah noticed and asked her about it one time, Y/N telling the older girl that playing with JJ's rings whenever she was scared or nervous, it helped her calm down. Both because of the mindless activity and being near her big brother always made her feel safer than anything else. Sarah's never told JJ, but she always watches them with a soft look, able to see how much the siblings love each other.
"You got your own rings, you know?" JJ points out, tapping the ring that sits on her pinky.
"I know. Yours are more fun." Y/N says. "Plus, it's winter and you're really warm." She adds, cuddling more into his side. JJ quietly laughs, making himself more comfortable and pulling her closer as they rest in his bed.
JJ lets her continue to play with his rings, his other hand rubbing her shin to help comfort her.
"You don't have to be nervous, cutie. Dad's not coming back tonight. Even if he does, the door's locked so he can't get in. It's just you and me tonight, kiddo." JJ promises.
"Sure." Y/N mumbles, cuddling into his chest. JJ rests his chin on her head, watching her play with his rings until she eventually ends up falling asleep.
hey! ive seen alot of jj x sister reader but could you do one with jj x younger brother who gets beaten by luke bad, like worse than jj has ever been, and fluff and stuff. like the reader breaks down saying he can t stand luke anymore and jj protective n stuff? and if the brother could be aroud 14-15?
Y/N slowly walks up to the chateau, wincing as each step makes his side hurt worse. He can hardly breathe, his stomach now various shades of blue and purple. His blue eyes stand out from the bruises across his face and his split lip.
Y/N hears the pogues laughing and goofing off as he gets closer to the house.
"Hey, hey! Smaller Maybank!" John B calls out, being the first to spot the younger boy.
"Y/N!" JJ cheers, obviously a bit drunk. "Let's party, broski! Grab a--" The words die in his throat when he spots the state of his younger brother's face. Instantly feeling sober, JJ practically trips over his own feet as he races out to meet his brother.
"What the fuck happened?" JJ questions, his voice hard and protective, and while there's no anger towards him, Y/N can't help but cower back. "Y/N, what happened?" JJ questions. "Look at me." He puts his hand on top of his brother's head, tilting his head back so he can get a better look at the injuries.
"I... it's just..." Y/N whispers, struggling to speak up. Something he always gets in trouble with Luke for.
"What happened? Who did this?" JJ asks. He has a protective, furious look in his eyes, his jaw tensed so tightly, Y/N's worried he'll break his teeth. "Was it dad?" JJ asks after his brother answers.
Y/N only has to look down to give JJ his answer.
"Anywhere else?" JJ asks, his voice low as he tries not to explode right then and there.
"Everywhere." Y/N whispers.
"Son of a bitch." JJ mutters, his hands clenching into fists. "I'm gonna fucking kill him." He seethes, starting to storm off.
"No. No, JJ, stop." Y/N pleads, reaching out to grab his arm. "Don't, okay? I don't think he's there anymore anyway."
"He's gotta come back eventually." JJ scoffs.
"JJ, stop! Please!" Y/N begs, yanking him back. JJ turns to his brother, the tears in his eyes making JJ's heart clench. "Don't go, please. I don't want you to--"
"Y/N, I'm going to get him back for this." JJ hisses, motioning to his brother's injured state. "This... God, this is worse than..." He harshly swallows.
"Don't go. You're gonna get hurt and I-I can't do it anymore." Y/N says, finally starting to cry. "I can't do it again. I can't handle him anymore and I don't wanna see what he'll do to you. So, please, please just stay with me. Please." He finally sobs, JJ faltering as his little brother breaks down in front of him.
Ever since they were kids, JJ's done everything he could to protect his little brother -- from bullies, from kooks, from his allergy to peanuts, from monsters in the closet, from their father. And it kills the older boy each and every time he fails to keep his brother from getting harmed. Each time there's a new bruise or he almost eats something with peanut butter or a kook gets under his skin, JJ hates himself more and more when he sees the way it hurts his brother.
"Okay." JJ whispers. "Okay, it's okay. It's okay, dude. C'mere." JJ pulls him into a hug. Y/N sobs, clutching onto JJ's muscle tee, burying his face into JJ's shoulder. JJ rests one hand on the back of his brother's head, his other arm wrapped around him, careful of whatever injuries could be on his back.
"It's okay, buddy. I got you. You're okay, kiddo." JJ reassures. "You don't have to deal with him. I'll figure something out. We can spend some time here. It's okay."
JJ continues to hold his brother while he sobs, despite how much it hurts his body to do so.
JJ x daughter!reader reader is 15 and came home from school. Hee eyes are baggy and everyone questions her tiredness and jj realizes she didn’t take her antidepressants so he guides her to the bathroom makes her take them in a gentle way and then takes care of her and soothes her xx
Y/N trudges off the bus, her feet dragging as she walks up to her house. She turns the knob, going into the house.
"Y/N/N!" John B cheers at her presence.
"Hi." She mumbles, glancing between all of the pogues, including her father. JJ is immediately noticing her sluggish movements as she shuts the door and takes her shoes off. He squints, going through possibilities of why in his head.
"Hey, you okay?" Sarah asks, her voice full of kindness and a sweet worry.
"Yeah, you look exhausted." Kie frowns.
"When did your eyes get so dark?" Pope questions.
"I... I didn't know they were." Y/N says with a small frown. "Um..."
"Hey, let's go put your stuff up." JJ says, getting up. He doesn't say out loud what he realized is going on, deciding to act casual and talk to her about it privately. "Gimme that." He takes her backpack from her and slings it over his shoulder.
"Why are you--"
"Come on." JJ wraps his arm around her, leading her back to her room at her slow, tired pace. He doesn't talk again until he knows they're out of hearing distance. "You miss your antidepressant today?"
"Um..." Y/N's face scrunches up as she tries to think.
"Yes." JJ answers for her. "You only get this exhausted when you miss it." He says, brushing a few stray hairs out of her face and tucking them behind her ear.
"Sorry." Y/N mumbles.
"It's okay. We all miss something sometimes." JJ assures. They reach her room and JJ follows her inside. "Here, sit down." He helps her sit on her bed. JJ puts her bag down by her desk before going to her closet and sifting through her clothes.
He grabs some fuzzy pajama pants, one of the sweaters she stole from him, and a tank top to put on underneath incase the sweater's too hot.
"Here. Change into these. I'm gonna get some water and your pills. You can take it now." JJ says. Y/N hums in acknowledgement. JJ kisses her on the head as he passes her.
Y/N changes while JJ is off getting her medicine and a glass of water.
JJ returns to Y/N's room, but stops when he doesn't find her.
"Y/N/N?" He quietly calls. He thinks for a moment before making his way to his room. He walks in, finding Y/N curled up under the covers on the side of the bed he doesn't sleep on. JJ softly smiles, walking over.
"Hey, sweetheart." He quietly calls making her open her eyes. "Come on. You gotta take this." Y/N groans. "I know, I know. It'll only take a second."
Y/N reluctantly sits up, taking the pill from her father. She pops it in her mouth, downing it with some of the water. Giving the glass back to him, she lays back down, cuddling underneath the duvet.
JJ puts the glass up and starts to comb through Y/N's hair.
"You go to sleep now, you might not sleep later." JJ quietly points out.
"It's Friday. Who cares?" Y/N mumbles.
"Okay." JJ chuckles.
He continues to stroke her hair, rub her back, and brush her cheek, successfully lulling his girl to sleep. Even after she's fast asleep, he still stays for a while to really make sure she's okay.
Could you write something where the reader doesn’t like loud noises and yelling because of growing up with Luke and kind of freaks out or something when everyone starts yelling at either her or jj or something? Please and thank you!
Y/N isn't exactly certain why her brother and his friends started arguing, unaware of whatever could've caused it. All she knows is that the pogues got back to the chateau from a party -- that they didn't let her tag along to even though she's only three years younger -- and were already fighting as they exited the Twinkie.
The yelling and screaming had immediately made Y/N curl into herself, nervous for whatever could happen and how much could escalate. While she's certain that they'd never lay their hands on each other, she knows vile words and names could get thrown out.
"You shouldn't have attacked him!" John B yells.
"He was drowning you, dawg! What, you just wanna die?!" JJ yells back.
"What you did was so stupid!" Sarah exclaims.
"You know you could've handled it literally any other way!" Kie yells.
"Right, right, I'm sorry for not being a witness to my best friend's murder!" JJ retorts.
"I wasn't getting murdered!" John B argues.
"Oh, no?" JJ laughs.
The five continue to scream at each other, JJ against everyone else. Y/N's not even sure they've noticed her on the couch. At one point, Pope's hands raise towards JJ, only to exaggerate a point he's making, but the action causes Y/N to flinch as every bad memory of Luke hitting her and JJ pops up in her head, and she ends up dropping her glass full of chocolate milk.
The sound of the crash immediately gets everyone's attention, all turning to her.
"Shit!" Sarah yells.
"What the fuck?!" John B exclaims, looking down at the spilled milk.
"You dropped milk? What the hell, Y/N?!" Kie's voice is louder than Y/N expected.
"Do you know how hard it is to get milk out of the floor?" Pope questions in a disapproving tone.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't--" Y/N stammers, her hands curling into fists underneath the sleeves of the sweater she stole from her brother. "It was an accident." She says, her voice meek and scared.
JJ is the only one to notice her state, the others still freaking out over the fight at the party and the milk. While his friends continue to yell about everything, JJ walks over to his sister, holding his hands out to her. Y/N grabs his hands, letting him pull her up to her feet.
"C'mon." He mumbles, leading her to the door. JJ makes sure she's out before the pogues can scream at her more, or even him, since he knows exactly what made Y/N freaked out.
"They're not that mad." JJ says. "They've dealt with spilt milk before. It's not that big a deal." He assures, his arm wrapped around Y/N as they walk over to the hammock. "Most of their anger is just annoyance at me. We got into a fight with some stupid kooks again."
"Are you hurt?" Y/N asks.
"No. Nah, I'm fine." JJ dismisses, thinking of the dark bruise already growing on his ribs. But she doesn't need to know about it, not tonight anyway. "You should see the other guy." He grins and Y/N lightly rolls her eyes.
Y/N climbs into the hammock and JJ stands by it, gently swinging her.
"They'll cool off and be normal in a bit." JJ promises and Y/N nods. "How was your night?"
"A lot better before you guys got home." Y/N answers making him laugh.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that, kid." JJ sighs. "We'll make it up to you with a movie night tomorrow, 'kay?"
Can you do Tom and Harry Holland comforting their toddler sister (or much younger sister) on an airplane when there’s a lot of turbulence?
Nikki allowed for Tom and Harry to take Y/N to New York for a bit while filming for Spider-Man. Y/N had taken a nap while waiting to board the plane and woke up shortly after take off. The ride had been smooth so far, already an hour and a half in.
Y/N is watching a movie on the TV that's on the back of the seat in front of her. She quietly whines when the plane starts to shake, tightly gripping onto her stuffed bear.
"Tommy." She whimpers, her eldest brother just barely able to hear her.
"Yeah?" He asks, frowning at her watery eyes.
"Why is it bumpy?" She asks.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." Tom assures, grabbing her hand. "It's just some turbulence."
The plane rocks some more, Y/N tightly gripping onto his hand. Harry glances over and slips his headphones off, noticing his sister's freaked out state.
"What's going on?" He asks.
"Turbulence." Tom mutters.
Y/N sobs as the plane shakes again.
"No, no, it's all right, bug." Harry promises, rubbing her back. "It's okay. We're safe. It's just a bit windy outside."
"Yeah, and it's rocking the plane. But nothing's gonna happen to us." Tom assures.
Y/N reaches her arms out to Tom, wanting to be held.
"I can't put you on my lap right now, darling." Tom says, putting the arm rest up. "We can't unbuckle when there's turbulence." Tom says, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her as close as he can. "It's okay. It'll be over in a minute." He reassures, stroking her hair.
Harry rests his hand on her lap, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over her knee.
After a few more minutes, the flight finally smooths out. The seatbelt signs go off and a flight attendant talks over the intercom, letting them know it should be smooth sailing from now on.
"See? It's all over." Tom promises, gently shushing the 4 year old.
"It's all good now." Harry confirms.
"Don't let go yet." Y/N sniffles.
"I won't. I'm right here." Tom tells her, rubbing her arm. "We're okay."
"Come on. Let's keep watching your movie." Harry says, grabbing her headphones. He puts them on her, Tom making sure none of her hair is in her face.
Y/N stays cuddled into Tom's side while Harry holds one of her hands, the two comforting her while she calms down the longer she watches the movie.
summary. in which you're stuck waiting for your henna to dry, and jungkook takes full advantage to pepper you with kisses
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
word count: 0.6k
genre/warnings: established relationship au, FLUFF, they’re just very much in love it’s sick
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Your hands are frozen in mid-air, fingers spread, palms facing the ceiling like you're offering up something delicate to the universe. The henna glistens wetly against your skin, intricate patterns looping and curling over your fingers and wrists.
You can't move. You can't touch anything. You can't even scratch the itch teasing the inside of your elbow. And Jungkook knows it.
He's sitting cross-legged in front of you, chin resting on one hand. He looks far too pleased with himself, far too comfortable.
"You know," you say, careful not to shift too much, "this is your fault."
"My fault?" he echoes, all fake innocence, the corners of his mouth twitching. "You're the one who wanted henna."
"You're the one who did the henna," you argue, looking down at the designs blooming over your skin. Tiny flowers, delicate vines, little stars tucked into the spaces between your knuckles. "And you made it so pretty. I didn't know you could even draw like this."
He beams, the kind of smile that makes your stomach flip even though you're firmly planted on the couch. "I had good inspiration."
You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are heating up. You can't even hide it; your hands are too occupied to pull a pillow over your face or smack him playfully like you usually would.
And Jungkook knows. He scoots closer, the couch cushions dipping under his weight. You narrow your eyes at him.
"Kook," you warn. "Don't you dare."
He grins, devilish, and before you can do anything, he's leaning in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, feather-light. You squeak, trying to recoil, but you can't do much without ruining the henna.
"You're defenseless," he singsongs, poking at your cheek with the gentlest tap of his finger. You jerk your head away instinctively and he laughs, low and breathy, the sound vibrating right into your chest.
"I hate you," you mutter, glaring.
"You love me," he corrects, like it's the simplest truth in the world.
And he doesn't give you a chance to argue, swooping in to press a kiss to your forehead. Another to your temple. One to the tip of your nose. He's quick about it, peppering kisses wherever he can reach, giggling when you try to dodge.
"Jungkook," you whine, laughing despite yourself. "You're going to make me mess it up!"
"I'm helping," he insists, kissing the corner of your mouth, so soft and sweet it makes your heart ache a little. "Distractions make time go faster."
You groan, slumping against the couch, careful to keep your hands up. "You're impossible."
"You picked me," he reminds you smugly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His fingertips are warm and careful, like he knows you can't retaliate and is being extra gentle to compensate. "You and your pretty hands."
Your voice is small when you say it, but it slips out anyway. "You really did a good job."
Jungkook's smile softens. He leans back just enough to look at your hands, admiration flickering across his face like he's proud of the art and proud of you just for trusting him with it.
"You look beautiful," he says simply, no teasing now, just honest, overwhelming affection. "Hands and all."
You can't hug him. You can't kiss him back. All you can do is sit there, heart pounding out a rhythm that's almost as intricate as the designs he drew on you, and wait for the henna — and maybe your own overwhelming feelings — to dry.
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