★ motel sex
★ how he gropes you
★ the night before he’s off
★ cuddling turned fingering
★ you told him you were ovulating
★ when you get home from a date
★ fucking you in the back of his work truck
★ when he comes home from a long work trip
★ when he catches you making breakfast for him
★ how he wakes you up before he has to go to work
Summary: JJ wonders why you never go swimming with any of the Pogues. So he takes it upon himself to find out
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of drowning/death, aquaphobia, mild swearing
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: Enjoy <3
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You peer into the water, watching the bubbles breaking the surface from where Pope had just dove in, nearly landing on John B’s head. You let out a soft chuckle, watching them play like there wasn’t a care in the world. Kiara was further away from the boat with Sarah, waiting for the boys to follow them.
You wondered what it would be like to swim out here again. It would be nice not to feel left out anytime the group wanted to go swimming or surfing, even though it was a feeling of your own making. Your smile faded at the thought.
Suddenly, you feel your body being pulled from the edge of the boat by two strong hands gripping your waist. Just as quickly, your feet are no longer touching the floor of the boat; they’re being swept out from under you. You feel a body pressed to you and look into his eyes, yours wild with fear.
“J, what are you-” you start, grasping at his biceps, struggling against his strong hold on you.
“Better hold your breath, sweetheart,” he says, moving closer to the side of the boat.
You can feel his chest expand as he sucks in his breath of air and takes a step up. “No, JJ, no, put me down!” you scream.
But it was too late.
The two of you were already falling through the air off the side of The Snapper. You held on to JJ as tightly as you could, your stomach dropping farther than the drop off of the boat (which was even more terrifying because this boat was much larger than the HMS Pogue was).
Your body started to drift from JJ’s just before you hit the water, and there was no air in your lungs. You were petrified with fear. The water encompassed you, and you instantly lost JJ. The bubbles from your abrupt entry into the water surrounded you, tickling your skin. You opened your eyes under the water's surface and saw the outline of JJ’s body already making its way back up for air.
But you were still sinking. Why were you sinking? What the hell was happening right now? You opened your mouth to scream for help, instantly regretting your decision. Water flooded your airways, seeping to the very bottom of your lungs. Your eyes were burning, and you didn’t know where you were.
Is this what drowning felt like? You fill up with water like a sponge until there’s nothing left for you to take in. You tried to move your arms in any direction you could, trying to move your body in any direction. The water was thick like honey, keeping your limbs stagnant. But you still weren’t moving fast enough. You weren’t going to make it to the surface. There was no time left.
The corners of your vision started to blur before beginning to go dark. Your limbs were weightless, floating aimlessly in the water. You felt no pain, no fear. Your body was shutting down. You felt your body jolt upwards suddenly, just before your vision completely faded.
Before your eyes are even open, you’re coughing up water. Aggressively. Your lungs can’t fill up with air fast enough, and the water clogging your airways going in the opposite direction wasn’t helping. Your gag reflex kicked in, and you rolled your head to the side to try to keep yourself from drowning. Again.
“Oh my God,” you heard someone mumble. There were a few sighs, even a 'thank God'. You finally opened your eyes, but everything was blurry. You were blinded by the sun's reflection on all the white surrounding you. You closed your eyes, unable to see anything anyway.
From the gentle swaying you felt, you were back on the boat. Thank God. You rolled onto your back again and took deep breaths, still coughing every few breaths.
You opened your eyes again, seeing a blond mop of sea-kissed curls blocking the sun from your view. You could see the sun rays poking out in a few different directions past his head. It almost looked like a halo around his head. JJ was hovering above you, his hands placed on either side of your head, his legs straddling your hips. He looked into your eyes, worry written all over his countenance. It pained you to see him so upset.
“What the hell happened?” someone asked. Pope. You recognized his hoarse voice instantly. He was somewhere by your head, out of your field of vision.
“They jumped in together, and y/n just never came back up,” Kie said somewhere to your left. You turned your head toward her, seeing how worried she was.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily, you know,” you said, trying to relieve the apparent tension surrounding you. Pope sighed as he walked to the back of the boat.
“Apparently, we can,” John B retorted. He was standing next to Kie. Sarah was cradled into his side and smacked his chest lightly, even though she was smiling.
“You never said you can’t swim,” JJ muttered. You turned your attention back to the blonde boy still blocking the sun from you. You gave him a confused look, not processing what he just said.
“You never told us. Why the hell wouldn’t you tell us something like that?” He asked, his voice getting louder. He moved himself off of you, allowing the sun to blind you in his absence. You squinted and attempted to sit up. Sarah jolted forward to help you. JJ was pacing, running his fingers through his hair. “If I would have known that, I wouldn’t have jumped into the water with you!” He shouted.
“JJ..” you started, but he wasn’t stopping.
“You could’ve died! You were just at the bottom of the marsh and-”
“It’s okay, J-” John B started, placing a hand on his chest. JJ brushed him off and shook his head. He grabbed his hat from the floor of the boat and fixed it the way he does so effortlessly. You looked up to try and meet his gaze, but he was looking anywhere but at you. He shook his head again and moved to the boat's cockpit.
You looked down at your hands in your lap, unsure what to do. Guilt washed over you. JJ started the engine and did quick work to get the boat going. John B patted your shoulder and smiled before walking towards the back of the ship. Kie wrapped a towel around your shoulders, goosebumps blanketing your skin as the salty marsh air whipped around you. Sarah and Kie sat on either side of you, wrapping their arms around you. They were keeping you safe in their own way.
You looked back up, trying to catch JJ’s eye, but he was looking out on the water, not so much as glancing in your direction. His jaw was clenched tightly, unwavering as he maneuvered the boat through the marsh.
You felt terrible. Guilt was seeping out of your every poor. You felt nauseous. And your diaphragm hurts, like the feeling you have after you’ve had hiccups for an hour.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before,” you whispered to the girls. Kie scoffed, resting her elbow on her knee and placing her hand under her chin.
Sarah rubbed your back. “It would have been nice to know,” she said lightheartedly.
“I just figured you were scared of sharks or something crazy. Even though they are very gentle creatures,” Kie added. You laughed (or attempted to). It quickly became a cough with even more water coming out of your lungs. You wiped at your mouth with the towel. When you looked up, JJ’s eyes were boring a hole into your skull. He looked away when he noticed you were staring back at him. It was going to be a long ride back to Poguelandia.
You were almost dry by the time JJ had the boat docked. Pope had made his way back to the front of the boat to check on you. He checked your pupils and made sure you didn’t have a concussion. He confirmed that your chances of surviving were almost 100% (because, of course, we could die at any given second).
Everyone unloaded off the boat, JJ being the first to take off once everything was tied down. He walked up the ramp to the shop and sat behind the counter. He took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair again before putting it back on. He was pacing back and forth, checking on random things in the small store space. Kie waited up for you as everyone made their way back to the house.
"I'll catch up," you told her, glancing at the shop and back to her. She gave you a sympathetic smile before turning and following the others. You unwrapped the towel from around your shoulders and laid it across the railing leading up to the shop. You walked up slowly while making sure not to sneak up on him.
But he knew you were coming.
JJ had his back turned to you, looking out on the water now. You could see his chest moving quickly. His hands were resting on the railing. He used his hands to pull his body forward, bringing his mouth to rest on his hands.
“J, I’m so sorry,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. You stared at the back of his head, trying to read his body language.
“I don’t understand,” he said quietly. He shook his head and straightened his back, turning around to face you. You stared at his face. He no longer looked angry. He was upset, eyes red and bloodshot. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
This wasn’t carefree JJ Maybank, reckless and altruistic until the day he died. This was JJ, vulnerable and terrified, cracking open right before you. All you wanted to do was rush up to him and hug him. Tell him that it was all just a fucked up joke and that he didn’t need to be worried. He could go back to being his energetic self and not worry about you anymore.
But you knew it was time. It was time to tell him the truth.
You sighed deeply. Before you could form the right words to start, JJ huffed and put on a stern face. He wiped aggressively at his cheeks, thinking that your sigh was a sign that you weren’t going to justify yourself, that you thought he was being stupid and overreacting.
No, he wasn’t about to stick around for that. He started to walk away, trying to brush past you and get away as quickly as possible.
You caught his wrist before he could get too far. “Stay,” you practically whispered. You held his wrist in your hand. JJ refused to look at you at that moment. You took in a shaky breath. “Please,” you begged. JJ sighed and threw his head back. He slowly turned around, and you let go of his wrist. He kept his gaze lowered to the ground, leaning against one of the wooden beams, studying a knot in the floorboard. When you examined his face, you could see the fallen tear trails. Your heart broke in half.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you started. He still didn’t look up. You could see his nose twitch as he sniffled. You continued anyway. “I should have said something months ago. Hell, I should have said something the first time we went out to surf the surge. But I was scared you guys would judge me.” You paused, still trying to look him in the eye. You moved closer to him, your face inches away from his. You gently lifted his chin with your hand, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were red, and his jaw was tight. You moved your hand to cup his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch slightly. “But…I know how to swim, J,” you said slowly. JJ’s eyes went wide, a multitude of emotions wracking through his brain. He started to pull away from your hand unknowingly. You quickly dropped your hand from his cheek and turned your back to him. You thought he was rejecting your touch, his anger unforgiving. The guilt was engulfing you, swallowing you whole. You felt terrible.
There was an uncomfortable pause, the silence deafening. You could hear your own heartbeat threatening to beat out of your chest.
“What happened then? Why didn’t you swim?” He asked you. JJ followed you to the edge of the shop where he stood earlier, staring out into the horizon. You just shook your head. Now, it was your turn to avoid eye contact. JJ was leaning on the railing to your left, and you focused on everything and anything to your right.
“When I was seven, my dad took me out in the marsh. A quick fishing trip, nothing fancy. Some daddy-daughter time. But it all went so wrong. My dad, he…” you stopped, choking on your words. You swallowed harshly. JJ stared at you intently, slowly putting the puzzle pieces together. “I was stuck out there for three days by myself,” you whispered. Realization dawned on him.
You were the Marsh Girl.
Rumors still went around about the Marsh Girl. People said that her dad went out there and killed both of them, leaving the boat behind as the only evidence. Or that the girl pushed him off the boat and claimed that it was an accident.
The news said a girl was found after three days of being out there, but the name was never released, so of course, kids made up stories. JJ’s worry and anger melted away. He didn’t dare move closer to you, afraid that the slightest movement might shatter you into dust, letting you fall between the gaps of the dock and taken away by the murky water below. Instead, you turn to face him, building up the courage to look at him when you say this.
“My dad...he must have had a heart attack or something and lost his balance. I was too young to remember all of the details. But when he went over the side of the boat, he took me into the water with him. He almost drowned me," you took in a shaky breath, reliving the memories in a flash second. "When we jumped into the water today…I don’t know what happened to me. I saw you going back up to the water's surface, and I was just…stuck. I wondered if it was how my dad felt when he went into the water. He could see me getting to the surface but couldn’t make it back up himself,” you stated calmly. You close your eyes, unable to look at JJ. Another second, looking at his shattered face, and you would break yourself. “J, I know how to swim.”
“What?” he didn’t mean to say it; it slipped out before he could stop it. JJ mentally smacked a hand over his mouth. He studied your face to see if you were messing with him.
“I can swim,” you repeated.
This whole time, JJ thought that he almost drowned you. He had always wondered why you never went into the water with everyone else. He figured it was so that you could keep up on your amazing sunkissed skin or because you didn’t want to get your hair wet. He knew you weren’t that superficial, but it still had crossed his mind. He never in a thousand years would have guessed that this was why you didn’t touch the water.
“y/n, I almost killed you,” JJ said, fear seeping back into his every pore. The thought of losing you, especially at his own hands, was suffocating. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, unable to control his now erratic breathing. Noticing his panic, you closed the distance between the two of you and placed your hands on either side of his face. You used your thumbs to gently wipe away the stray tears that fell from his eyes.
“No, no, J, this is not your fault. You didn’t know.”
“I should have known. I should have just asked you why you didn’t ever swim with us. Lord knows I’ve bothered you enough times about going with me,” he dropped his head again, feeling defeated. You gently pushed his face back up, forcing him to meet your eyeline.
“You had no way of knowing,” you reassured him, smiling a little. You stroked your thumb across his cheekbone and felt him lean into your touch. He closed his eyes tightly.
“The thought of losing you…” he sucks in a jagged breath. He won’t let the thought go. He can’t. The images of your lifeless body floating in the water, replaying over and over again like a bad movie montage. “I was the one who pulled you out of the water. You weren’t breathing, and I-”
You quickly pulled JJ’s face down to yours, connecting your lips gently. You couldn’t think of a better way to ground him. To keep him from spiraling again. He was stiff for only a second, his brain not catching up to what you were doing. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this.
Then his face pressed closer to yours, his lips pushing deeper into the kiss. You smiled into him. JJ’s hand moved to your hips, and he squeezed gently. Your hands slid down to his neck, and you pulled back, seeing JJ's toothy grin. His eyes were still red and puffy, but he was smiling. He was downright giddy, swimming in a wide range of emotions he didn’t understand. But you grounded him.
You were his anchor.
“Would now be a bad time to ask if you wanted to go surfing with me tomorrow?” He asked, teasing. You smacked him on the chest and let out a genuine laugh. JJ pulled you into a tight hug. One that told you he was never letting you go.
From the shore, you could hear the Pogues hooting and hollering, witnessing your very public display of affection. But you didn’t care. Nothing mattered now except the sweet, broken boy before you. Your entire world.
Your anchor.
“Why don’t we go ahead and give them a real show,” JJ whispered in your ear. You squealed as he started to pepper your face with kisses.
A/N: I desperately needed to write something happy after watching season 4 <3 This is unedited, so please ignore any typos or stupid grammatical errors.
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yesss omigod!! 🧸💞 let him set a bedtime for you n everything!! (ignore any spelling mistakes sorryyy lol!!)
the pogues had thrown jj a little stupid “luau” birthday party over at the boneyard, and a bunch of people ended up showing up, a night of drinking, sticky s’mores, and messin’ around. even after the sun had set, the partying hadn’t ended, at some point, you’re seated on john b’s lap to keep you from wandering around with people you don’t know. you do this often, situating yourself in his arms and waiting until he’s done with his conversations- really to give you attention. and of course, you are included in the conversations and are normally pretty well-behaved! but with the hour boarding at 10:00 at night it's known that around this time you get frisky and impatient.
usually, you’d be in bed by now, or getting pounded into the mattress by your boyfriend, so it only makes sense that you’d be a little tired and needy. your head lolls into the crook of his neck, eyes beginning to droop closed. and john b takes immediate notice, his hand coming up to pull your top up from any more cleavage or “helping his baby out” as he puts it. your frosty white nails scratching softly skin on his arm, the arm holding you tightly against him.
“can’t believe i’m still up this late…” you whisper, knowing he’d hear you
“neither can i, you're usually passed out by this time.” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple, bouncing you on his leg a bit
you smile at his words, your sleepy brain responding with what you would hope to convince him that you're still awake, aka still responsive enough for sex… “m’ still awake though, s’such a nice party.” yeah? you're slurring a little honey…” he hums,
at some point he can tell you’re starting to get antsy, wiggling so that your cunt could get some sort of friction against his thigh and that’s when he decides it's time to get you home. and as soon as your makeup is off and teeth are brushed he’s carrying you over his shoulder into his room. john b helping you peel off your skirt and lifting your pretty top over your head, knowing that you needed to be absolutely naked at this very moment.
“can we have sex now?” you whisper, big wide puppy eyes staring up at your boyfriend.
“sorry baby but no can do. past your bedtime.” he winces, giving your ass a light pat to get you on the bed.
“whatever happened to birthday sex!?” you pout, climbing onto the messy sheets of the bed, patting the spot next to you so that your boyfriend could get the hint.
“it’s jj’s birthday, not ours.” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head revealing to you his pretty v line and happy trail. your eyes drift downwards waiting for him to strip off his pants next. “well that’s gotta count,” you shrug, laying your head back against your pillow.
“hate to break it to ya bubba but it doesn’t.”
“please!!! i’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life!!” you whine and climb on top of him once he lays down beside you in nothing but boxers.
“okay well, that's a little dramatic…”
“please please please pretty please johnbee!” you grind your now slippery wet cunt on his bulge, making the fabric of his boxers wet with an obvious little spot.
“you sure? it’s- 10:43…you need your beauty rest right?” he tries to soothe your aching by pressing your body down onto him, his big rough hands squeezing the doughy flesh of your ass as gently as he can. “no, wanna make you feel good.” you shake your head and bring your lips over to the side of his neck to give him a bunch of kisses. its is so beyond easy to get him to give in on something like this!!
and the next thing you know you are on top of him, cowgirl style as he helps you bounce on his cock by lifting you up and down by your ribs, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples every now and then to give you a shockwave of pleasure. “big- big- so bi- johnnyyyy” you could almost drool at how massive he feels inside you, no matter how many times you fuck, you could never full be used to the size of your boyfriend's huge dick. he can tell by the way you can’t make full sentences that you're starting to get cockdrunk and on top of that….sleepy.
“you getting sleepy now bub?” john b hums, flicking your nipples with his thumb a couple of times,
“noooo…”
“yeeaah, she’s getting sleepy on me…” he says while he smiles that sweet sleepy smile.
“m’not! wanna keep doin’ this,” “m’i bouncing good?” you shake your head as tears spill out of your eyes, streaming down your face, and john b knows you're not crying because of pain, it's just what happens when you feel really good.
“super good sweetheart, feel like cumming?” he coos, bringing his hands down to grip your ass, and surely there is gonna be some obvious handmark bruising and soreness on your poor pretty ass in the morning.
“uh huh!”
“sh sh sh, just close your eyes puppy, and cream all over me, cover my cock.” john b takes the opportunity that your body is going weak due to your approaching orgasm and thrusts up into you unbelievably harder and deeper. as soon as your boyfriend hears your cute little high pitched moans escape your lips he knows that within seconds your tight walls are pulsing around him, cumming down hard on his dick, and that’s exactly what happens. you can feel his warm cum shoot up into your tummy, smiling at the feeling, knowing your boyfriend pretty much cums bucketssss!!
you hide your flushed sweaty face in the crook of his neck, your hands still gripping his shoulders with ferocity. john b then hears your breathing return to normal, rubbing your back with soft motions.
“did daddy tire his girl out? hmm? finally ready to get some shut eye huh bubba?”
“feel so full right now, wish we could stay like this forever…” john b continues to rub your back and nod at your drowsy mumbling, and you know you could pass out right in this very moment and he’d take care of you.
Fairy!reader who’s dating pope Hayward and she is hanging out with all the pogues and she’s kissing him while jj and John b and being pervy?
fairy!reader x pope heyward (ft. jj maybank & john b routledge)
summary: a little extra attention never hurt anyone
cw .ᐟ semi-nsfw, public setting
if pope wasn’t wrapped up in his girl, he’d be beating the shit out of john b and jj.
sat together on the beaten couch, legs draped over pope’s lap, his big hands squeezing and groping at your thighs. leaning down to your lips, almost trapping you in beneath him. a couple beers in, and his tongues sliding into your mouth.
pope’s not one to shy away from pda, not when he comes to you. but he’s never usually this bad. he looks like he’s two seconds away from crawling over your body and having his way with you right there.
john b and jj can see it, feel it— how close pope is to snapping. and they’re enjoying every damn minute of it. legs spread where they sit, lazily sipping beer as they watch. eyes half lidded, smirks on their faces.
they’re paying attention to every detail, the arch of your back, the little noises that escape you, how pope’s tongue licks the inside of your cheek.
“fuckin’ hell,” jj drawls, his shorts growing tight at the sight before him. “how’d pope manage to lock her down?”
john b all but groans in response, eyes glued to the newly exposed skin as pope absentmindedly pushes your skirt higher up.
“never thought i’d be jealous of pope, man,” john b groans, his head falling onto the backrest of the couch. his body slumping as his eyes dart back to the two of you. “tell me about it.” jj agrees, readjusting himself under his shorts.
the words don’t even hit pope’s ears, he’s too focused on the tiny whimpers leaving your throat. his hands start to roam your body, barely aware that john b and jj are still in the room. his hand slides underneath your top, grabbing and massaging at your chest. swallowing the moans increasing in volume as he does.
the boys across the room look at each other, eyes widening in lust, heads falling back against the couch as the moan slips out from the kiss.
“do anythin’ to make her make them noises,” jj mumbles, eyes back on you. his hand moving onto his shorts, all but palming himself through the fabric as he adjusts again. john b notices, of course he does, but he’s too drunk and too fucking horny himself to scold jj for it.
pope’s lips start to trail down your neck, hands still groping at your chest. his lips no longer capturing the soft moans from your mouth. only making the other boys struggle in their seats even more.
your head tilts to the side, giving your boyfriend more access to the sweet skin of your neck. but only then do your eyes open, landing on the boys sat on the couch opposite you.
lip between your teeth as you smile oh too sweetly to john b and jj, and both boys can’t help the groan that escapes them both at your eyes on them.
"fuuuuck," they both drawl, both aching under their shorts at the sight of you. the way your jaw hangs open slightly, the innocent look in your eyes, how you haven't looked away from them.
they're both desperate for you, for their best friend's girlfriend. they're fucking done for.
desc: reader gets injured while surfing and asks for jj, but they've been secretly dating.
details: secret new relationship and reveal, surfing accident, hurt/comfort, fluff, platonic!john b x platonic!reader, platonic!pope x platonic!reader, platonic!kie x platonic!reader
SONG: You Found Me by The Fray
The weather in the Outer Banks may have seemed rough and questionable to most Mainlanders, but to Y/N and John B, this was prime surfing weather. The swells were perfect, so the two of them waxed their boards and loaded them into the Twinkie before heading to get Pope and Kie. JJ had given them some excuse as to why he couldn’t join, which meant a lot considering how much of a die-hard surfer JJ was.
The four of them arrived at the beach and carried their boards to the shore, standing and taking it in for a moment before paddling out. All of them caught some good waves here and there, but the storm-weather was picking up and they were all waiting for the inevitable big swell to come.
And it did. It was perfect. Y/N immediately perked up when she spotted it, paddling closer before any of the others could. She stood up with masterful technique, standing on her board despite the rocky conditions of the water. She rode the wave for what felt like forever, salt water spraying her face.
But something went wrong. Maybe she missed a spot on her board when waxing because she seemed to slip off, her board flipping and hitting her head before she splashed into the water. From the shore, all the remaining Pogues remember seeing is the pink board fly above the water before they all frantically paddled out to Y/N.
“Y/N!”
“Come on, Y/N/N! Where are you?”
A chorus of panicked shouts rang out through the thunder and rain.
“She’s not coming up, guys.” Kie’s voice was breaking. Without words, John B dove off of his board, swimming down to find her while Pope grabbed her board. John B finally returned to the surface with Y/N trailing behind him. He laid her on her board, lightly hitting her face to bring her back to the living. And it worked. Y/N coughed up water, turning to the side to spit it out. All of the Pogues breathed a sigh of relief.
“Holy shit, Y/N/N.” John B sighed, flopping over her. The others joined on top, giving her the most awkward hug of her life.
“Guys…can’t…breathe.” Y/N joked slightly, the others quickly getting off for fear of further injuring her.
“How do you feel?” Pope asked.
Y/N squinted, even the dark storm clouds hurting her vision. “Ow.” All of them chuckled and made the collective decision to paddle back to shore. About halfway there, Y/N mumbled something incoherent.
“What was that?” Kie asked.
“JJ…where is he?”
“He said he was helping out at the country club today. Deliveries.” John B relayed what JJ had told them.
“Want…”
“What do you want?”
“JJ…” The other Pogues questioned her insistence on seeing JJ a little bit, but it wasn’t totally out of the question, they were really close.
When they reached the shore, John B hopped off of his board as Kie and Pope grabbed them all and loaded up the Twinkie. He picked Y/N up as Pope came back for her board and Kie prepared a semi-comfortable set up in the back. Before John B left the beach, he sent a quick text to JJ.
y/n got hurt at the beach. she’s asking for you.
we’re at the chateau.
JJ felt his phone buzz in his pocket, calling out to the closest co-worker that he was stepping out for a minute. At the sight of John B’s message, the boy panicked. His fingers fumbled towards the call button, urging someone to pick up.
“What the hell happened?” He questioned when the line connected. Pope’s voice rang out on the other end.
“She slipped off her board, it wacked her, and she was under for a little while before John B got her out. There's a pretty gnarly cut on her forehead but she doesn’t need stitches.” JJ gave Pope a quick ‘I’m on my way’, hung up, and went to find his boss (for the day).
“Hey, man, um. My girlfriend just got into a surfing accident and I need to-”
“Oh god, go! You’re good here!”
“Thanks!”
JJ made it to the Chateau in record time, most definitely breaking a few laws on the way. He stormed through the front porch door.
“Where is she?”
“We’re back here!” Kie’s voice rang out from the spare room and JJ did not hesitate to follow it. Y/N was laying on the bed, Kie next to her with an ice pack in her hand. Pope and John B were seated on the floor by the foot of the bed.
“Oh my god, Y/N/N.” JJ knelt beside her, stroking her hair out of her face and holding her hand. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice.
“JJ..you came.” She smiled.
“Of course I did. Did you think I wouldn’t?” The way they looked at each other made it feel like there was no one else in the room. And Kie picked up on it. She shared a suspicious look to the other two, a small smirk playing on all of their faces.
“Nahhh..” All of them chuckled, she was clearly out of it from the accident. JJ brought her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back.
“So, um, JJ,” Kie started. “Since when has this been going on?” She looked at him with a teasing smile.
“Shit,” he sighed. This is not how they planned to tell everyone. “Like, two, three weeks? Not long at all and I swear we were going to tell you guys it just…”
“Just what?”
“We were scared, I guess? You know, no pogue-on-pogue macking. And I tried to ignore it, believe me I did. But I just couldn’t. And it just happened.”
“Dude, it’s okay. You guys were practically married already.” John B joked. The other three Pogues decided to leave, letting Y/N rest and letting a blanket of silence fall over the room.
“You told them.” Y/N stated, the most coherent thing she’d said in a long time.
“There she is,” JJ smiled. “Yeah, I did. Kie figured it out first, though.”
“I knew she would.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I just…did it, though. We wanted to do that together.”
“J, it’s okay. I mean theres extenumating circumstances.”
“Extenuating. And, you’re right. At least now we don’t have to hide.”
“You can kiss me whenever.” Y/N smiled.
“I can kiss you whenever, that’s right.” JJ planted a soft kiss to the uninjured side of her head. “How are you feeling?”
