JJ MAYBANK x Reader Fanfic

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After JJ and I had said 'I love you' to each other, something had changed in our relationship. In a good way. It was like everything had clicked into place and I truly grasped how much I loved him, and he loved me.

I had managed to get another job helping Pope's dad with deliveries to kooks, after being fired from The Wreck, and today my shift finished particularly late, so by the time I got home to the Chateau, I realised I hadn't seen JJ all day, as he'd been out when I left.

I was expecting him to be in our bedroom, or smoking a joint on the porch if he was particularly restless, but instead I was greeted with the sight of my boyfriend slumped on the sofa, his head in his hands as he clearly looked distressed. 

"JJ baby what happened?" I asked worriedly, rushing over to him and cupping his face in my hands, checking for any injuries but there didn't seem to be any.

He tried to speak but no words were coming out so he just buried his face into my shoulder and I held him, looking around the room for some sign of what was going on. I didn't want to call out to see if any of the other pogues were here because JJ seemed so vulnerable, so I just comforted him whilst he cried.

After a few minutes he pulled away, and roughly wiped his face with his hands to get rid of any tear stains.

"My dad died last night," he sighed, meeting my eyes, but I couldn't read his expression.

I knew him and his father didn't always have the best relationship, but even still, his dad was dead, and that was gonna take a toll on any child.

"I-I know he was an asshole, but-" JJ broke off, and I held his cheeks between my hands, making him stare into my eyes.

"Listen to me, JJ, you don't have to justify how you feel, baby," I told him firmly and he nodded, relaxing into my body again.

I held him for a while until he had no tears left to cry, and I could tell he was tired afterwards, so I helped him get undressed and tucked him into our bed.

"Stay," he mumbled, reaching out for my hand as I turned to walk away.

"I'm just gonna get ready," I told him, but he squeezed my hand tighter.

"Please, just don't go," he whispered, his voice cracking, so I climbed into bed beside him.

He rolled over to face away from me and I got concerned.
"Can you hold me?"

I realised he wanted to be the little spoon so I wasted no time in wrapping my arms around his body and nuzzling my face into his neck. He was still tense but soon sleep took over and he fell asleep in my arms.

John B got home and knocked softly on the door to our room; I didn't answer but he poked his head in and I put my finger to my lips, gesturing to JJ who was fast asleep.

John B motioned for me so I carefully disentangled myself from JJ's sleeping body, and tiptoed out of the room.

"I-I just heard the news...about JJ's dad. I- is he alright?" John B stuttered, running a hand through his hair in distress.

"I don't even know what happened. He told me his dad died but that was all I could get out of him- I've never seen him like that before. He's exhausted himself and now he's asleep," I spoke.

John B took a seat on the couch and handed me a beer, so I followed suit.

"His dad was killed by Barry."

I gave him a quizzical look and he must have understood my confusion because he went on to explain.

"Barry is Outer Bank's most notorious drug dealer; not only does he deal weed to all the teens on this side of the Cut, he's also known for supplying the Kooks with coke. Anyway, Luke Maybank was one of Barry's clients, mainly for heroin, but he got behind with his debts and Barry shot him."

Although I didn't have much knowledge about drug dealing, one thing was clear...

Barry still didn't have his money.