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(Plot:In which you and JJ plant to keep your relationship a secret from the pogues, but what happens when you get hurt and only want JJ?)
(Warning: swearing, sexual assault is definitely implied, mentions of abuse, implied smut, mentions of anxiety and a panic attack, jj repeatedly says he wants to kill Rafe, uhhh angst angst angst, little bit of fluff at the end.)
word count: 1,313
"Are you positive John B isn't here?" you nervously asked your boyfriend as you walked into your best friend's home.
"Yes, my sweet love, for the millionth time, our beloved friend, JB, is hard at work in Figure Eight at the Cameron Castle." JJ said in a terrible british accent, kissing your hand afterward.
You rolled your eyes, but let him pull you into John B's extra room.
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About an hour later the two of you were still at John B's, lying on your backs on the bed, out of breath.
JJ sat up abruptly.
"I gotta go make some grocery deliveries with Pope." he jutted out his bottom lip and started to button up his shirt.
"Do you have to?" You whined, trying to give your best puppy dog eyes.
"Don't you want me to be able to eat, baby?" he cooed sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.
"Now I feel bad."
"Aw, I'm just kidding, it's actually so I can buy you pretty things."
He leaned on the bed and puckered his lips waiting for a kiss, which you granted.
"And so I can eat." he added. "But, I have to go, I love YOU!" he blew kisses as he jogged backwards out of the room, somehow still buttoning up his shirt.
After about an hour and a half alone at John B's house, you got a text from Kie telling you to meet her and John B at the Wreck while the three of you waited for JJ and Pope to go surfing, so you got up and got dressed. All you wanted to do was gush to Kiara about your relationship with JJ, but you two were very much a secret. JJ was afraid the crew took the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule too seriously, and didn't want to be outcast. So, your lips were sealed.
As you walked you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you thought about your boyfriend. He did everything for you, and would do anything for you. He told you multiple times that he would take a bullet for you if needed. JJ was a little bit impulsive, but you noticed that he'd always relax under your touch or to your voice. You kept him grounded as best you could.
"Hey, pogue!" a disturbingly familiar voice called after you.
You stopped and before doing anything else, you pulled out your phone sending a text to Kie:
