JJ Maybank Oneshots

Nightmare (JJ)

Plot- JJ has a nightmare and fails to hide it from Kie.

Note- I always retreat to JJ's father for hurt/comfort so this nightmare will be about potentially losing John B. Also make it rain requests in the comments. Or just any comments. I live for the comments. 😭💙

"Love you man!" JJ called to his best friend.

He ignored the choked feeling in his throat while he and the rest of the Pogues watched him drift away. John B appeared to be crying, which set Kie off.

Even Pope looked like he was ready to crack. JJ tried to block everything out; to stop from feeling anything. At least until they heard sirens.

"This isn't a fucking joke!" Shoupe had shouted, grabbing his hands to lock them behind his back.

Then he heard a gun shot. JJ immediately whipped around to watch John B splash into the water. He doesn't even hear the screams that rip from his own throat.

JJ flinched himself awake, gasping like he'd run a marathon. Being surrounded by darkness quickly frightened him, and it was way too hot for him to function.

He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it beside the bed. He was hiding his face in his hands when Kiara began to stir.

"JJ?" Her voice was heavy with sleep. "What's..."

She tapered off at the sight of him. He'd swung his legs off the bed, leaving his bare back exposed to his girlfriend. It was tense and clammy when she placed a hand there, avoiding the scratches from his father that hadn't fully healed yet.

He flinched again before recognizing her fingers rubbing circles around his shoulder blades. There was a short silence as he took deep breaths, choking only once on a sob.

"J, what happened?" Kiara questions, moving to wrap her arms over his shoulders.

"Nothing." He says flatly, scrubbing his hand across his face to catch any tears. "Let's just go back to bed."

He lays back down, but she can see that he's stiff. There's no way the blankets feel good if he was all sweaty like that. She gently pulls the covers down to his torso; just enough keep other bruises covered.

He doesn't look at her, so she awkwardly lays back down as well. She's closer to him now, one arm wrapped around his chest while the other twirls his hair between her fingers.

JJ sighs at the feeling, slowly closing his eyes. He's hoping Kiara's touch can help him ease back into sleep, but the images resurface under the lids.

Then his eyes are open again, and he's almost scared to close them. To blink, even.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kiara asks, continuing to play with his hair.

He's too quiet. It's suffocating for the both of them. Currently, he's trying to breathe normally. He wasn't sure if Kiara noticed the way his breathing picked up again.

Her free hand moves to rub an up and down motion on his shoulder.

"It's okay if you don't want to." She tells him.

Kiara wouldn't admit this, but she's not sure how to help. He doesn't say anything, and that's how she knows he's terrified. She then stills for a moment, registering a slight tremble.

So he's shaking too. Her heart sinks.

"It was about John B." He finally mumbled, barely audible.

Kiara sighs just because he's said something.

"My dream." He reiterates, a little louder this time. "He died. Shoupe shot him."

A tear slips down into the pillow as he says this, and he pays absolutely no mind to it. Then his eyes close again. Kiara stares at the ceiling. This wasn't an easy subject for either of them.

"He's okay." She assured him, kissing his cheek. "And so is Sarah. They have to be."

"How do you know?" His voice breaks, and she turns to to look at him.

"Cause they're Pogues."

JJ laughs a little. "You know that sounded so cheesy, right?"

"Of course I did. I also know it's true." She says, hearing the smile in his voice.

It's a much more comfortable silence after that as she buries her nose in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around her waist as a response, both of them feeling the need to be as close as possible.

Of course John B was okay. Of course Sarah was okay. You can't kill a Pogue...

Right? Kie thought.

Right? JJ thought.