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I'm currently working on a short JJ x Reader fic and I will probably share my random thoughts and headcanons about the Pogues, Rafe, and particularly JJ and Pope 👀
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JJ reluctantly agrees to you giving him a haircut, but will things stay platonic when he moves too close, touch lingering?
cw: slightly suggestive content (JJ has a dirty thought about reader)
“Man, I really need a haircut, this shit keeps getting in my eyes”
JJ's voice cuts through the thick summer air, breaking the trance-like state you had been in, slightly high from the weed you had smoked an hour ago, worn from the day of swimming, skin still warm from the sun. You sit up slowly, untangling your bare legs from JJ's, skin sticking slightly.
JJ runs his fingers through his blonde locks, eyes widening as he sees the wheels turning in your mind, realizing the mistake he's just made. Your eyes light up, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.
"HAH no way”
"What? I haven't even said anything yet” you shrug innocently as he gets up from the hammock, walking towards the front door of the chateau.
"JayJaaayyy” you follow close behind, determined to get your way.
“I know that look. You're not cutting my hair” he turns to look at you, walking through the front door into the living room where John B and Kiara had been sitting.
"Pleeeeeaaassseee JJ”
"No, get away from me” he half teases as he walks away from you faster, pushing your hands away from him.
John B and Kiara exchange a look, sighing, used to the drama you and JJ tend to bring.
"Come on, I'm really good at it, I've cut JB and Kie's hair heaps of times – guys tell him” You look at your friends, pleading.
JJ can't help but smile at the look on your face, eyes big, pouting as you wait on your friends’ help to convince him. JJ didn't really need convincing anymore, the second he saw your face pleading with him, he had folded, never knowing how to say no to you – but he played along, loving the fact that you wanted to do this for him so badly.
“It's true, she always cuts my hair, and my hair looks great” Kie flips her hair to the front with a dramatic flourish.
"John B?” JJ looks at his best friend waiting for an answer.
"She's good man, 'sides she did a whole shampoo head massage thing last time and it felt soo good” John B says as he tilts his head back and does an exaggerated eye roll.
A flash of jealousy passes through JJ at the thought of you running your hands through John B's hair. He looks at you and sighs dramatically.
"Fiiineee you can do it”
You squeal in excitement, doing a little happy jump as you rush over to the bathroom, JJ hot on your heels. JJ can't help but grin as he sees just how happy this has made you.
"Not cutting it short, yeah?”
"Never”
You smile as you remember the last time JJ had cut his hair short; almost a buzz cut, but not quite – you had pouted and tried quickly to cover it up with a smile, adding a weak It looks good Jay. JJ's face dropped so quickly at your apparent disapproval, vowing to himself to never cut his hair short again. He didn't know when your opinion had become so important to him, but it had, and without realizing, everything – from the way he cut his hair, to the clothes he picked out, and the perfume he wore – had slowly become catered to your taste.
You had once casually mentioned that he looked great in red and suddenly – unconsciously even – his wardrobe had gained 5 new red pieces. You hadn't really noticed – at least not the connection between him wearing red more often after you had complimented him – you had just noticed how good he looked wearing it. Your friends on the other hand, had noticed – Kie, Pope and John B all exchanging looks when JJ's eyes lit up at the compliment.
The next day, when he showed up to the chateau in his red muscle tee grinning like a kid who just got their allowance, Kie had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop the laugh from escaping. John B and Pope gave her a questioning look before she subtly pointed to JJ. Pope chuckled to himself while John B smirked and walked up to him, slapping a hand on his shoulder, “Nice shirt, man” JJ would have picked up on the teasing if he hadn't immediately been distracted by you running up to him and hugging him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey princess” he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around your waist, hands resting on your lower back, all but inhaling you and closing his eyes softly, never being the first to pull away. His hands lingered on your lower back as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards the dock, turning back and smiling at him, “I like your shirt, you look so nice”. JJ was beaming so hard that the others had decided to let him live for today, adding it to their mental tally of things to tease the two of you about.
───♡───
“I swear to god, if you mess up my hair...”
"You'll what?” you look at him, eyebrow cocked, challenging.
“I'll cut your hair – into a mullet”
"You wouldn't dare” you narrow your eyes at him.
"Try me princess”
You roll your eyes playfully, pushing him into the bathroom.
"Relax princess, I'm not going to mess up your precious hair”
"My hair is precious, my one beauty” he teases in a mock high-pitched voice, feigning flicking his hair behind him with his hand.
You laugh as you move to the room, picking up a chair for him to sit on. You place it in front of the bathroom sink, looking at him expectantly.
"Sooo...”
“Oh shit, yeah how do we do this?” JJ shakes himself from whatever thought he was having, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Take your shirt off”
“Trying to get in my pants, are you?” He raises his eyebrows at you, smirking.
“If you wanted to see me shirtless, could've just asked you know?” He says, rougher, lower, as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.
You inhale sharply, the skin behind your ear tingling from the warmth of his touch.
"No you idiot, I'm going to wash your hair and I don't want your shirt to get all wet, besides, you're the one who's always pulling your shirt off every chance you get” You roll your eyes, sighing.
"You love it” He winks before grabbing his collar, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion, tossing it to the floor.
You can't help but let your eyes drop quickly, gaze casting over the defined lines of his abs, never getting enough of seeing him like this.
You snap out of it, looking up at him, ready for him to tease you endlessly for so shamelessly checking him out. The universe had granted you a reprieve – he hadn't noticed – instead getting himself situated on the chair with his head leaning back into the sink.
You pull a towel off the hook behind the door, placing it between his neck and the hard edge of the sink. JJ's gaze drifts from your neck to your collarbone to your chest, smirking slightly at the position you're in standing over him as you shampoo his hair. His eyes don't stay open for long, fluttering closed as a soft groan escapes his lips, melting into the way your hands feel massaging his scalp.
"Fuck that feels soo good” he groans, heat pooling low in your stomach at the small sounds he was making. He had to know how that sounds, right? Then again, JJ could be pretty clueless sometimes.
You swallow hard, stepping between his legs as he sits up, eyes locking on yours, water droplets travelling down the sides of his neck, down his chest and slowly disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. You avoid his stare, concentrating on trimming the ends of his hair evenly. You can feel his breath on your collarbone, warm and heavy, overwhelming your senses. You didn't think cutting his hair would feel so intimate.
JJ's hands come to the small of your back, not being able to resist touching you any longer. You're consuming him – your heavenly scent, your hands in his hair, your shirt barely covering anything – he could so easily place a kiss on the swell of your chest or reach his head up just a couple of inches and his mouth would be on yours. He could pull your legs down ever so slightly to straddle him and roll his hips up into –
JJ stop that's your best friend.
He lets out a sigh of relief as you move from between his legs, focusing on the back of his hair. JJ didn't know how much longer he could go not giving in to his thoughts. He can't help but feel disappointed though, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by you.
His disappointment is short lived as you return to your previous position, JJ not being able to control himself anymore – he needed to touch you, needed to feel the soft give of your skin under his calloused hands. You gasp as his hands come to the back of your thighs, legs clad in nothing but bikini bottoms, pulling you in closer. He rubs up and down, hands going higher each time, touch featherlight.
He whispers your name, voice coming out low and rough as he squeezes the backs of your thighs gently. You're still avoiding his gaze, feeling his eyes bore into you as you pretend not to hear him, focusing hard on keeping his hair even, breath shaking.
“Almost done, just a bit more to go right here”
You put the scissors down with a shaky breath and start raking your fingers through his hair. He says your name again, louder this time, punctuating his words with another squeeze of your thighs. Your eyes meet his, just for a second before you go back to inspecting his hair.
“Uh, wha – what are you doing?” his voice falters, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries desperately to gain some semblance of normalcy.
“Just making sure it's all even”
He nods slowly and moves his hands higher up the backs of your legs, almost cupping your ass but not quite. His thumbs start rubbing circles on the sides of your thighs and your eyes flutter closed as his breath fans over your chest.
“Don't close your eyes, princess, you're going to mess up my hair” his hands continue caressing your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, placing a soft, barely-there kiss to your collarbone – you bite back the sound threatening to escape – he feels so good being this close to you. You're suddenly very aware of the fact that he's not wearing a shirt.
His hand gently traces the scar on the back of your leg, knowing exactly where it is, the quiet intimacy of it making you long for him.
"JJ” you breathe out, hands reaching for the sides of his face, cupping his jaw. You look at him carefully, searching, his chest is flush against yours now, fingers gripping the back of your legs gently. His eyes drop to your lips, parted around a gasp as his thumbs press into your thighs. Your hand tightens slightly on his jaw, thumb moving to trace his bottom lip. You feel him sigh against your hand, warm and soft, eyes closing.
Just as you swear you can feel his lips softly trace yours, the door slams open, John B's voice cutting through the quiet tension in the room as you and JJ jump apart, JJ almost falling back on his chair as your heart beats out of your chest.
He has a knowing look on his face, eyes drifting between the two of you. “We're ordering pizza, you guys want anything?”
“Uh yeah... I'll come with you” you offered quickly as you tried to gather yourself, following John B out of the bathroom.
You feel a familiar hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back.
“Wait, princess” JJ lets go of you, hand coming to rub the back of his neck. You wait for him to continue, eyes darting around not wanting anyone to overhear.
“Um, thanks for the haircut” he mumbles.
“S all good, do you like it?” you breathe out, half relieved that he didn't bring up the almost kiss.
"Yeah, yeah I do, do you like it?”
“I love it Jay” you smile as your hand comes up to his hair, ruffling it.
“Alright come on then, let's go have some pizza.” He grins, pulling you down the hall as you laugh softly.
a/n: not sure if I like how this one turned out, please leave a comment and let me know what you think ♡
I'm pretty sure JJ drinks his coffee black, or with A LOT milk, caramel and whipped cream, there is no in between.
He's the type of guy to have a sweet tooth But with his father, he's been told that the only coffee real men were drinking was pure, dark one, and JJ forced himself to like it (or at least to don't wince while drinking it) because he didn't want to be called a pussy.
With time, he learned to appreciate it, but damn, from time to time he loves a fancy sweet hot coffee.
Hi, @dreamypope This is not my best work but I hope you enjoy it :)
25. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
Pope Heyward’s emotions were a very funny thing. The boy often felt nothing at all or everything at once. He wasn’t easy going by any means bit, he was good at showing little to no emotion when it came to most things. He preferred to bite his tongue, roll his eyes, and let situations play themselves out. So long as he and the people he loved were safe he didn’t see much of reason to make a fuss out of most situations.
It wasn’t that he did care. Pope cared a lot actually. Too much if you asked him. He was just good at hiding it. Good at pressing his lips together and burning his nose in a book because we’re all gonna be dead one day so what the hell’s the point in whining about not liking the restaurant that your friends pick? The problem with this was that a lot of times Pope found his emotions building up. Like a tight ball of feelings bubbling up in his chest until he couldn’t take it anymore and he had to let it out.
That’s why when JJ smiled at him like he was the only person on the Earth that mattered with the sunset going down behind him and droplets of water dripping from his blonde hair onto his angelic face, Pope had to kiss him. He had too. He’d spent too many nights just like this fighting the urge to brush his lips to his best friend’s and this was the night where he’s reached his breaking point and he couldn’t take it anymore.
That’s why he didn’t say anything two months later when JJ told him that they probably shouldn’t kiss each other anymore. That’s why he watched the blonde leave his bedroom with little explanation and settled on punching a hole in his door and watching as blood dripped down his hand and tears escaped his eyes. He slid down the door and clutching his bleeding hand and let the dull ache in his chest spread around his entire body.
That’s also why he’s currently clutching a bright red plastic cup so hard that he can feel the liquid seep onto his hand from the dents that his fingers were creating. He watched while JJ flashed his million-dollar smile to an unsuspecting touron and whispered in her ear. The party was too loud and Pope was too far away to know what JJ said to the girl, but he knew that it made her blush and JJ looked pleased with himself.
Pope saw red and anger filled his chest. He had been sad for weeks now, ever since JJ told him that their relationship wasn’t a good idea, now he was just fucking pissed. Their relationship was a fine idea, JJ just wanted to fuck around with any girl bottled tan and a one-week expiration date.
Pope downed the rest of the alcohol in his cup and cringed as the bitter taste burned his tongue. He then crushed the plastic in his hand and tossed it aside, not caring about how disappointed Kie would be in him if she saw his behavior. He stalked over to where JJ was with the girl with fire in his eyes and his fists clenched tight by his sides.
JJ’s smile faded when he saw Pope walking towards them and he placed a significant distance between him and the girl that he was flirting with. “Pope?” He asked, almost sounding as if he had been caught doing something that he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing. “Are...are you, okay man?” JJ examined the other boy’s state and could immediately differentiate it from the usual serene disposition that the boy would often give off.
“Pope?” The girl that JJ was talking to spoke up. “Oh my god is this the mid that you told me was a genius?” She smiled brightly and pointed at Pope with the same hand that was holding her cup. JJ’s cheeks reddened and Pope ignored the complement before grabbing JJ’s wrist and pulling him away. “I need to talk to you,” He mumbled through gritted teeth.
JJ allowed Pope to pull him a few yards away from the party with little resistance, until the grip that Pope had on him began to feel as though it could bruise. “Pope dude what the hell is going on?” JJ insisted. “You’re hurting my hand.” Pope immediately dropped JJ’s wrist as if it had burned his hand and he resisted the urge to apologize profusely. He had to remember that he was mad at JJ and though JJ was the last person that on earth that Pope would ever want to hurt, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t currently hurting him.
“You’re hurting my heart!” Pope exclaimed. It was lame and cheesy and his face heated up after he said it, but fuck if it wasn’t the truth. “What?” JJ asked dumbly and scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “I get it dude you don’t want to be with me but you don’t have to fucking rub it in alright!” Pope continued, despite every voice inside his head streaming to run away before he dug himself any deeper.
“I-Pope...I swear I’m not trying to...it’s not like…” JJ struggled and Pope rolled his eyes. Pope was usually the only person on Earth that was actually patient with JJ but his emotions were too on edge tonight for him to bring himself to care. “What?” Pope demanded “You kiss me for months. Make me feel like this could actually be something and then you get bored so you run and find the first touron you see to mack on?” Pope felt tears swell in his eyes and his throat burned more with every word he spoke.
JJ quickly shook his head and desperately searched for the right words to say. He had rarely ever seen Pope angry and had never in his life seen him angry at him. “No that’s not it, I swear,” JJ attempted to explain. “It’s just I didn’t want to ruin our friendship-”
“Our friendship?” Pope yelled stepping closer to JJ. “Our fucking friendship JJ are you serious?” Tears finally escaped his eyes and JJ but down on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” Pope huffed out only inches from JJ’s face. “Friends don’t kiss friends. Friends don’t lead their friends on for months just to break it off for no fucking reason and then come up with bullshit excuses later!”
“Shut up!” JJ cursed back and Pope noticed for the first time that he was crying too. “Shut up Pope! I’m not the one that was going to get bored okay?” He swallowed a lump in his throat and dared to look into Pope’s glistening eyes. “You have to know that you’re a thousand times better than I am. You’re smart and hot and cool and you’re gonna go to college next year and meet a bunch of new people that are also smart and hot and cool and you’re gonna forget all about me.” JJ reached up to wipe his tears and Pope took another step towards him.
“JJ is that really what you think?” His face had significantly softened and JJ was pleased to hear that his voice had as well. JJ shrugged sadly and looked down at his shoes. Pope had a hard time believing that JJ Maybank thought that he was better at him than anything especially since he at least in Pope’s mind was the hottest and coolest person that he had ever met and Pope was neither of those things. “J you have to know that that’s not true,” He assured him “I don’t think that I’m better than you. In fact, I know that I’m not.” Pope gently lifted JJ’s chin so that he would be forced to look at him. “You have to know that I think you are so smart JJ.” He told him honestly “You army favorite person in the world to talk to so when you feel like this, instead of breaking up with me can you please just tell me about it so we figure it out? And don’t go flirt with random girls you meet on the beach to try and cover it up.”
JJ blushed and chuckled slightly. “I was hardly flirting with her.” He mumbled, “I was pretty much just talking about you the whole time.” Pope also chuckled at this and felt his face heat up at the thought. “Really?” He asked shyly. JJ just nodded “Yeah I thought you were a pretty cool guy until he broke my wrist and yelled at me.” He teased and puffed out his bottom lip dramatically. Pope scoffed playfully “You poor thing.” He said sarcastically and put his arms around JJ’s waist pulling him closer.
“It’s alright. It was low key kinda hot.” JJ smirked and Pope rolled his eyes with a fond smile before pressing his lips to JJ’s. “You know what else is hot?” Pope mumbled against JJ’s lips. “Hmm?” The blonde hummed, wrapping his arms around Pope’s neck. “Communication,” Pope teased with a grin and captured his boyfriend’s lips once more. JJ scoffed against Pope’s mouth “Dick,” He mumbled with a smile and allowed himself to melt into Pope’s arms.
- Jjpope building shit together and jj saying i love u pope will always get me
- Pope saying they need to get more for the amulet and john b saying youve been hanging out with jj too much where IS that post saying they bring out the worst in each other
- Jj saying "i love you pope just say it back" istg jjpope everywhere for those with the eyes to see
- Pope tackling the cop bc he is afraid he is going to shoot jj I AM LITERALLY CRYING they are going to jail for each other
- "what about pope huh he just threw his whole life away for you" ugh ugh ugh and jj saying "my life is already over in the first place"
- Jj punching rafe and everyone going what the fuck and then pope saying "if he wasn't gonna do it i was gonna do it".... Chaos boyfriends forever
- Jj telling pope he shouldve let the cops shoot him bye
- Someone on twitter said jj dies in popes shirt i haven't known peace since
- Pope telling jj "let me protect you for once" i am crying actual tears AND THAT LOOK THEY EXCHANGE BEFORE THEY SEPARATE I FELL TO MY KNEES AND THAT IS THE LAST TIME THEY EVER SEE EACH OTHER ARE YOU KIDDING ME
Speaking of that terrible storyline
- I never cared about the alleged cast drama bc those are real people and their personal lives are none of my business but it is so sad that (apparently) jiara is such a sad ship (like jjpope is NAWT canon and they get much cuter moments) and jj is dead bc of it
Speaking of JJ
- it absolutely breaks my fucking heart to see him even more reckless, to see him drinking, to see him slipping away from everyone, to see him telling john b he will be a shit dad???? And then he saves sarah and he gets better and then HE DIES after saying "I already have everything i ever wanted" even though Groff already has the crown????
Speaking of Groff
- most unlikeable character to date (and there are so many lol, I am looking at u Ruthie), can't believe they gave JJ two shitty dads
- Luke can also rot in hell and his brief "redemption arc" was utter bullshit, so he loved Larissa and her baby but he went on to abuse that child???
Speaking of redemption arcs
- they should've cast someone less hot and less talented as rafe bc why the hell is his evil ass getting a redemption arc? Get him therapy instead!! The only good thing he ever did was throw groff into that well
- the milf hitting on him was funny tho
- i am also screaming at the scene where sofia overhears rafe saying shit like i am not living with a pogue i have standards that is like every fanfiction everrrrr
- last but not least why is he so ORANGE
My favorite quotes bc sometimes obx is still the silly little boat show it was supposed to be
- "AI has come a long way" JJ i am cryinggg
- barry saying "idk why i need that cool shit when i'm in the middle of tuna season" KING
- "i got a phd in thiefology" LMAO
- not a quote but Shoupe interrogating them is so silly that is peak pogue behaviour
Speaking of our silly little boat show
- Once again i love jj and john b they are BROTHERS
- I get so emotional watching this idek but john b really is their stupid dad which makes Sarah their mum that being said i HATE the pregnancy trope esp when she said she didn't want kids
- i do love Jarah tho, you wouldn't believe they are exes irl, like Kiara's being beaten uncounscious by groff, jj is locked in his familys mausoleum, pope is on the run and John b and Sarah are like 🩷let's get married🩷 REAL LOVERS
- Sorry but the boss of the bad guys having such an intense english accent is so fucking funny to me what do you mean INNIT you're in north carolina
- gentrification is a huge and REAL topic and ngl i was actually crying when these greedy kooks took poguelandia away from them
Idk man, in conclusion, they had poguelandia and they could've all been happy and i will never get over this 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
Pope has to put his alarms to go to work AN HOUR earlier than he used to because his boyfriend JJ is so clingy and keeps bringing Pope back to bed, muttering in his half asleep state "just 5 more minutes..."
Pope will still end up late because he can't say no when the boy he loves has his head snuggle in the crook of his neck, arms around his waist 🥰
JJ saying I love you to Pope so easily and mute when 🔑 says it, speaks volumes. He says it so naturally because it’s true and he loves Pope the most out of anyone. He would die for his that man.
It’s funny how the show pushes het pairings together even though they make absolutely no sense.
Pope had a crush on 🔑 because she’s basically the female JJ. And JJ was originally suppose to end up with Cleo, who basically the female version of Pope. This j!aRa nonsense wasn’t supposed to ever happen. Funny how this pairing basically destroyed the show for 2 seasons and real life connections. If they did jjpope from the beginning maybe the cast wouldn’t be so stiff and awkward during interviews. Just saying.
This show is very queer coded and now s4 is being called the best season since s1 because once again, jjpope is one of the focal points.
