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saintgoo · 3 months

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Three ways to say "I love you" ☆

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

WARNINGS: None

A/N: it's literally so cold so all I can do is go under the blankets and write stuff😫 enjoy!!!

Summary: The three times JJ showed how much he loved you without needing to say it.

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ONE:

The waves were choppy, the sea sounded like thunder bathed in the lunar light. The pogues had just returned from a party at a nearby beach, too drunk to go home alone, they all decided to sleep at John B's chateau.

Sarah and John B were playing tag when they arrived, going to the beachfront even though it was night. "What are they doing?" Pope questioned, leaving his backpack next to the residence stairs. Kiara shrugged and looked at them. “Too drunk and too in love by the way it looks.”

You left your bag next to Pope's, sitting on the stairs to take off your shoes that had been bothering you since the party. You looked around to locate your boyfriend, only to be met with nothing. “Yo, where’s JJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Over there, by the water's edge," Pope replied, nodding toward the shore. "He said somethin’ about skipping rocks in the moonlight."

“Oh god, he's going to end up hurting himself in the way he is” You laughed “I'll make sure he doesn't fall or anything.”

You strode down to the water's edge, feet sinking into the cool wet sand as the waves lapped at your ankles. Up ahead, JJ's silhouette swayed in the pale glow of the moon as he lifted rocks from the shoreline.

"Hey, any luck skipping those?" you called out.

"The stone glides smoothly acroszz the sssurface," JJ slurred, flinging another pebble haphazardly into the surf. "Not a sssingle bounce to be found."

"Maybe ease up on the liquor there, dude" you chuckled. "At this rate the only thing getting skipped is you if you keep pitching rocks into the tide."

JJ squinted at you through blue eyes, a crooked grin emerging. "You tryin' to steal my thunder, [Name]? Think you c'n do better?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to provoke the drunk boy. “Oh no, honey. I'll never be better than you... don't you think it's better to go back to the chateau and do this tomorrow? It’s too late.”

“But it's still early!" JJ exclaimed dramatically, a pout on his lips like a child. You walked close to him, taking the rock from his hand and wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s already 2 am, let’s go in, bae.”

You dropped the stone on the ground and grabbed his hand, trying to take him to the chateau, but he had another idea as he gently pulled you by the hand and collided you with him, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you onto his shoulders.

“JJ, put me down now!” You cried between laughs, feeling your clothes being soaked as they were impacted by the waves.

“Oh darling, don't be like that, the sea is callin’ uss…” he smiled, throwing you into the water without warning, holding your waist as he drowned in laughter.

You emerged from the water, your hair wet and your makeup smudged. You tried to look angry, but quickly failed to let your smile appear, pointing your finger at him accusingly. “You're so dead, Maybank!”

“You wouldn't lay a finger on me, doll” he said, suddenly sounding sober. He pulled you by the waist your bodies collided.

Your clothes clung heavily to your skin as JJ pulled you against his frame, the crashing waves swirling about your tummy.

"And just what do you think you're doing, Maybank?" you narrowed your eyes, though his proximity made your breath quicken.

JJ fixed you with a piercing blue stare, fingers tracing idle patterns along your waist. "Dunno, just feel like dancin' under the moonlight with my girl."

You sucked in a breath as his touch sent sparks through your dampened limbs. "Oh? And since when have I been 'your girl'?"

A low chuckle rumbled in JJ's chest. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you, darlin." His head dipped lower, hot breath ghosting your lips.

Heart pounding, you tangled your hands in his sodden shirt, desire and irritation warring within. "You insufferable ass, I fucking hate you."

Your words hovered between you, anticipation crackling in the narrow space that remained. Then, slowly, mercilessly, JJ's smiling mouth met your own in a searing kiss that made the bay's icy waters feel balmy by comparison.

When you broke apart, you were quick to hide your face in his neck. “I look like a mess…” your voice muffled by JJ’s wet clothes.

He removed your face from his neck, lifting your gaze as he placed his finger on your chin. “The prettiest mess.”

TWO:

Warmth enveloped you as consciousness slowly emerged from the fog of sleep. Blinking blearily, memories of the previous night came rushing back.

A smile crept onto your lips as you burrowed deeper into firm muscle and cotton sheets. JJ's steady breathing stirred your damp hair, his arms secure about your bare waist. You turned gently in his hold to glimpse his face, relaxed in slumber. He looked years younger sans smirk or swagger, boyish features softened in repose.

Trailing light fingers across his stubbled jaw, you pondered how you had arrived at this moment. JJ had always stirred something primal within - thrilling yet terrifying in equal measure. But beneath his rough exterior beat a heart of gold, a loyalty you couldn't help but crave.

As the morning sun crested over the horizon, JJ began to stir. Those fathomless blue eyes blinked open, drowsy and confused at first, then lighting with joy upon meeting your gaze.

"Mornin', beautiful," he rasped, sleep rough voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Morning," you smiled shyly, still half expecting this moment of intimacy to dissipate like a dream upon waking.

But JJ only held you closer, nuzzling his nose against your neck until you dissolved into giggles. "Sleep well?"

"Best I've had in ages," you admitted softly. Fingers trailing down his chest, you traced swirling patterns over tan skin and ropey muscle.

JJ shuddered almost imperceptibly at your touch, large hands tracing your own curves with featherlight reverence. "Last night...this morning...everything just feels right with you, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

Your heart swelled almost painfully at the rare display of vulnerability in those crystalline eyes. "Oh JJ..."

Cupping your jaw, he locked your gazes with an intensity that stole your breath. "You're my everything, [Name].”

You hugged him that morning, feeling all the emotions flow through your body electrically. The rest, as they say, is history.

THREE:

You kicked off your shoes aggressively enough to leave a mark on your heel. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes and soaked your entire face.

You let small sobs escape as you made your way to your bed, letting your body slump and your face sink into the pillow pathetically.

You needed that job. All your sleepless nights working in that restaurant for nothing, the senseless scolding you heard from your boss for nothing. Your father was going to kill you when he found out that you had wiped out your only source of money, and you were slowly falling into despair knowing that that night he would come home and you would have to tell him the news.

Exhausted, you let the tears come out unhindered. At some point, your door opened revealing JJ, who already knew you had been fired when you told him via text. He had a bag of sweets in his hands, and when he saw your condition, he dropped it on the floor and walked towards you, climbing on top of you and placing his face in the crook of your neck.

JJ's body curled protectively around yours as you wept, soaking the collar of his shirt with tears. He gripped you tightly, as if willing his strength to seep into your bones through sheer force of will.

"Shhh, I've got you darlin', just let it out," he whispered into your hair. His hands traced soothing circles over your quaking form, lingering in all the places he knew could ease tension from your aching muscles.

Slowly, your sobs began to peter out, exhaustion leeching the will to despair from your pores. But where the anguish had seeped away, JJ's steady presence flooded in to fill the void - his sturdy warmth, the callouses of his palms, familiar scent of sea and motor oil wrapped around your senses like a security blanket.

As your breathing calmed, JJ leaned back just enough to cup your swollen face between his hands and press kisses to each damp eyelid. "Look at me, sweetheart. We're gonna fix this, you hear? Fuck that bastard boss of yours. I'm here with you, okay? Always."

His blue eyes shone with defiance, determination to lift you where you could not yourself. And in that gaze you found solace, an anchor when the world felt tipped. Clinging to his shirt, you nodded tiredly. He wiped away your remaining tears, smiling and kissing your forehead gently, hugging you in that moment.

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saintgoo · 4 months

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Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday ☆

PARING: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Best friend's brother trope, angst-ish

WARNINGS: Forced kiss (not from Rafe tho)

A/N: This is kinda rushed ngl. This fic came from a poll I did and it's a little poorly done, I promise I'll improve it when I have time.

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listen to Twilight while reading it :)

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much. Maybe you were too stubborn to take Sarah's advice and drink less, and maybe you were just realizing that now.

With clumsy steps, you got up from the bathroom floor after vomiting, heading to the sink washing your mouth and fixing your makeup. When Liam followed you like a dog the entire time at that party, you knew you would have to give him as little attention as he could let go of you, you just didn't expect to have to dance all night with him and be offered a kiss, and it was still 11 at night!

When he asked you for a kiss during the dance, all you could do was excuse yourself and go straight to the bathroom to escape the situation for a bit. The alcohol in your system should have given you the courage to refuse and maybe even finally tell him how unbearable and inconvenient he was being, but apparently all that drinking just made you more shy.

Locking the bathroom door, you were taken by surprise when the urge to vomit came out of nowhere, leaving you even a little more sober afterwards.

You sighed deeply when you finished adjusting, unlocking the door and walking slowly to the living room, where Liam was waiting for you. You saw him sitting on the couch next to Topper and a few other people you didn't know. When he saw you he smiled and walked towards you, hands stopping on your hips as if you were close friends or something else.

"Are you okay?" He asked, you didn't miss his peek at your chest, making you feel disgusted. You nodded, putting your arms around his neck reluctantly. You hated yourself so much at that moment for not speaking up for yourself. “So…” he continued after your lack of words.

“Do you wanna kiss me?"

You swallowed hard and looked away at Sarah on the stairs, holding the phone to her ear, as if she were on a call. “Look, Liam…” You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of some way to politely decline.

Liam gradually lessened his smile, a frown appearing between his two eyebrows and he bit his lower lip when you took too long to respond. Suddenly, he took one of his hands from your hip to place it behind your head, forcing your mouth into contact.

You gasp in surprise, pushing at his chest trying to push him away. Until a sudden force separates the two of you, seeing Liam being pushed hard you look at the source of the confusion, Rafe with a deadly look at the boy. The brunette falls hard to the ground and Rafe points his finger at him, his voice showing his anger “Don’t lay a finger on her, you fucker!”

And so, he takes your hand brutally. Without much implication you let him take you, just confused and grateful for him getting you out of that situation.

Raffe led you out of the house, taking you away from the party. There was a look of anger on his face, and his grip on your hand was tight. You were grateful for him getting you out of there, and you didn't know what would have happened if he didn't. As he held your hand, you couldn't help but notice how strong and protective he was. He had always been there for you, even thou you were just his sister's friend.

He took you to his car parked in front of the party house, opening the door for you before going around and getting into the driver's seat. Rafe sighed deeply, closing his eyes and laying his head on the back of the seat, his fingers with rings touching his face.

Silence surrounded the car, only the party music muffled in your ears. You turned to look at him, trying to memorize all his features bathed in lunar light. "Are you okay?" You asked, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He sighed, removing his hand from his face and looking at you with a tired look. “I should be the one asking you that.” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Are ya okay? Did he hurt you?”

Rafe looked at you with a concerned look, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress. You shook your head slightly, but something about his gaze made you feel safe. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face again, and you were struck by how gentle his touch was. You glanced over at him, and a wave of heat rose within you as you saw how his strong fingers caressed your cheek.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of heat rise within you as Rafe's fingers caressed your cheek. He was treating you like a fragile flower, and the touch of his fingers on your skin made your breath catch. You wanted to look away, but his eyes were so intense you couldn't look away, they were like magnets. His gaze made you feel like the most important thing in the entire world, and you felt like you could melt into a puddle of goo right there on the seat.

Your breath slowed, and you felt the tension that had accumulated during the situation with Liam start to fall away. As Rafe's touch on your skin continued, you felt your tension melting away, leaving you feeling relaxed and at peace. His touch was a warm and gentle reminder that someone cared for you.

"I'm fine. But why did you come to the party anyway?” Confusion evident on your face as he had said he preferred to stay home when you invited him to the party.

“Sarah called, said some guy was bothering you.” he sighed, running his hand lightly over your face and then taking it away. “Look, I'm sorry if I was too harsh there, I just couldn't control myself watching the scene.” He explained himself.

You looked at him confused, why did he care so much? You noticed how rude he was to everyone, even his own sister, but with you he seemed like he had taken a tranquilizer, you can't remember even once that he had treated you badly. He seemed to hate everyone except you.

“Rafe,” You caught his attention, “why don’t you hate me?”

“Do you want me to hate you?”

He looked directly into your eyes, but you did not meet his, instead looking down, trying to control your nervousness. “I… I don’t understand. Why do you treat me so well? Why don’t you hate me like everyone else?”

He sighed deeply, looking out the car window. “Why would I hate you? I never hated you. I love you tomorrow, today and yesterday.”

“Love?!” Your voice caught on the word. It sounded strange to you, coming out of your mouth. For the first time in your life saw Rafe nervous, or maybe he was shy. What mattered was that you realized how nervous he was in your presence.

Summoning all your courage, you called him again, making him look at you. “Would you be mad if I kissed you?”

And with that, all of Rafe's forces were gone. All he could think was that he had been waiting for this for so long, and when the opportunity finally arrived he embraced it tightly. Rafe put his hand on your face and desperately kissed you, and you both felt all the emotions hitting you hard.

He held your waist and you jumped into his lap, your arms around his neck and his hand on your waist. Panting, the two of you broke apart, bodies and foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, [Name],” he whispered, his mouth touching yours, “tomorrow, today, and yesterday.”

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saintgoo · 3 months

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Super Rich Kids ☆

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x FemKook!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, slight angst

WARNINGS: None

SONG: Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean

A/N: I need him I need him I NEED HIM

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If there was one thing [Name] Liberty hated, it was rich people's parties, she hated a lot of things, but those parties were definitely in her top tier. As the daughter of one of the island's most influential businessmen, she was expected at these balls and ceremonies by the dirtiest people on the Outer Banks.

Her white dress matched the tulips that hung near the entrance to the party, she felt like a garden flower in the middle of a weed plantation. These people reeked of ego and deceit – as much as they used her father's shipping service to buy and transport their luxuries and were "friendly" with her family, she never sensed the truth in them.

To be honest, [Name] didn't feel like she belonged there; the parties, surrounded by important people and jewels that were worth more than that entire island. Don't get her wrong, she was grateful for everything she had and understood her privileges among others, but she didn't like the consequences of needing to maintain the Liberty family's reputation.

The heel was stuck uncomfortably to her foot from the unnecessary squeezing she had put on it before leaving the house, and she knew she would have calluses later. Her back was asking for help, she didn't know if it was because she had been sitting for a long time with an upright posture or because of the corset that was hidden beneath her dress.

Her eyes scanned the entire party room from the table. The girl mentally thanked her mother for choosing a table further away from the crowd, or she would have had to deal with more annoying people.

“Kaleb, stop playing with your food” the voice of Jada, her mother, echoed in her ears. Kaleb looked at her angrily, like any other child, and said he didn't feel like eating that crap, in his words. Elijah, his father, scolded him for using bad words and then went back to drinking his expensive bottle of wine that we can't pronounce the name. His mother kept insisting that he eat, and [Name] tired of the situation, got up saying she needed to go to the bathroom, but she doubted they paid attention to what she had said.

Hrr steps were quick and agile, avoiding any type of interaction with anyone who crossed her path. She swerved her way to the back door, going out of the mansion.

She sighed feeling the cold air from outside invade her nostrils, the voices of the party being silenced by the simple sound of the ocean waves a few miles away from the party room. She leaned against the wall next to the mansion's exit stairs, closing her eyes and wishing that peace was part of her life often.

“[Name] Liberty…” a voice emerged from behind her “I thought I would only see your face in the city’s newspapers.”

[Name] turned at the sound of her name, her hand flying to her chest in surprise. There, leaning casually against the wall next to the door , was JJ Maybank. Even in his ill-fitting waiter's uniform, he managed to look mischievously handsome in the moonlight.

“Maybank,” she said, not at all surprised, unlike her previous gestures. “Funny to see you here, I thought these kind of parties were something the Pogues would stay away from.”

She smiled, her hair blowing in the cold breeze in the moonlight, she looked like an angel seen by JJ. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, placing his other hand in the pocket of his suit pants, and approached the girl, smiling and offering the fag to her, who gratefully took it from his hand and put it in her mouth.

[Name] inhaled the smoke deeply, savoring the acidic taste in her throat. Anything for her was better than that suffocating gala. As she inhaled the smoke, JJ gave her a discreet look.

"Those kinds of parties might not be for the Pogues," JJ said with a shrug, "but a paying job is a paying job." He grinned crookedly as she exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"I suppose you're right," [Name] replied, handing the cigarette back to him. "A job's a job. Can't blame you for that."

She gazed out at the moonlight glistening on the ocean waves. Inhaling the cool night air into her lungs, she felt some of the tensions of the evening slip away. But an ache of longing lingered in her heart—longing for freedom from expectations, from facades and falsehoods. For honesty and belonging.

JJ took a long drag before speaking again. "These rich folk parties must be stifling as fuck," he commented.

"You have no idea," [Name] sighed, shooting him a wry half-smile. "Sometimes I feel like I'm just playing a part, ya know? Pretending to be someone else to keep my father happy."

"Uh-huh..." JJ's voice was soft with understanding. A pensive silence fell between them as they listened to the sea.

After a moment, JJ tilted his head, looking at her with a flicker of mischief in his eyes. "You know, we're having a bonfire down at the lighthouse cove tonight. Nothing fancy—just some music, dancing, and beer. But it's real, you know? No masks or pretenses. Could help shake off the stink of this place." He nodded towards the mansion.

[Name]’s pulse quickened at the suggestion of escape. But duty and propriety held her back, as always. "I don't know..." she hesitated. "My parents would—"

"Aw, come on. What they don't know won't hurt them." JJ flashed her a roguish grin. "One night of fun. Then you can go back to playing princess."

Something in his friendly, carefree manner put [Name] at ease. A night of authenticity and abandon among the Pogues did sound appealing—more appealing than another lonely hour as a caged bird.

Her lips quirked up in a smile. "All right, you've convinced me. Lead the way, Maybank.”

He smiled victoriously without showing his teeth. Reaching into his pocket he took out a name tag that said “Waiter” and waved it in the air for her to see. “I need to give this to my boss, wait here.”

JJ rushed inside the long corridors of the house. “Evening, sir.” he greeted his boss, who was flirting with two women. “Just leaving my thing, I’m done for t’day.”

The boy reached out to the man, placing his card in the man's hand and extending his own hand, waiting for his payment. The bald man took cash from his jacket pocket while still paying attention to the women, placing it in the boy's hand and just waved him off.

JJ took the money and hurried through the noisy place. Outside, as [Name] waited for the pogue, suddenly a familiar figure appeared through the door with a glass of wine in hand and clearly drunk.

It was her father.

His voice called her name in a drunken voice. She turned around fully, seeing his face contort into a confused and displeased expression. “[Name], what you think you dooiing out h're?”

The girl started to get nervous, trying to hide it by playing with her dress. “I-I just came to get some air, dad.” She mentally cursed herself for stuttering so stupidly.

Before he could respond, JJ emerged from the kitchen doors. "All settled with the boss man. You ready?" He paused, noticing [Name]’s father, smiling before talking again. "Mr. Liberty… Lovely as always."

Her father fixed JJ with a stern look. "I trust you're not influencing my daughter to engage in any...unsavory activities, Mr. Maybank."

JJ grinned easily. "Wouldn't dream of it sir. Just offering the lady an escape from the stifling formalities." He stopped next to the girl.

“I-I don't think-” Elijah was interrupted by JJ gently running his fingers through [Name]'s before whispering into the girl's ear, “Run.”

They both left at full speed, which surprised the boy, since [Name] was wearing heels. They laughed in what they didn't know it was desperation or amusement, as they stepped on the damp lunar sand, listening to Elijah's furious screams and the sound of the waves, which created a comforting breeze in the face of the chaotic moment.

When they were a considerable distance away, they paused to catch their breath. [Name] sat on the sand, trying to take off her heels that had been hurting her foot for a long time, she sighed loudly, removing the hair that was obstructing her vision. “My God, I’ll be dead by dawn.”

JJ smiled, crouching down next to her and helping her take off her shoe, taking a quick peek at her legs that were previously covered by the dress. She murmured a thank you, running her fingers over the foot that had begun to form a callus.

“So you better make this the best night of your life, don’t ya think?” [Name] looked at the blonde boy, who was already looking at her with his intense ocean blue eyes that made her feel like they were going to pierce her soul.

“Make this night my best, Maybank.”

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saintgoo · 3 months

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He is the type of bf that...

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Reader

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☆... JJ is the type of bf that whispers a lot of "I love you" through kisses.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that makes you not need a blanket at night because he is your own human heater.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that tells the waiters it's your birthday every time you go to a restaurant together just to get free cake and laugh when you feel embarrassed when they sing you happy birthday.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that takes you surfing with him, and if you don't know he'll be happy to teach you.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that kisses your whole face before kissing your lips.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that kisses you in the shower, before going to sleep, when you wake up, when saying goodbye, when you surf together, and it becomes 100x more frequent when he's drunk.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that is always dancing with you, regardless of where you are or even if there is music playing.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that always have a hand on your thigh or waist when you're sitting next to each other.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that always hugs you from behind when you're standing.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that is very competitive but always lets you win to make you happy.

☆... JJ is the type of bf that sleeps with one hand on your waist and his head on your chest.

☆... Lastly, JJ is the type of bf who says "I love you" as "thank you" to you.

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saintgoo · 4 months

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Dangerously in Love ☆

PAIRING: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Lovesick couple, Angst-ish

WARNINGS: None

A/N: Been wanting to write a Pope fic since forever omfg

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The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the sound of your own crying. It wasn't that you were crying loudly or anything, you just had your face too buried in the pillow to hear anything.

It all started when in the morning your mother scolded you for going to a party the night before, and right after that you had to take another shower because you had spilled coffee on yourself, making you late for school. The day continued with you having to listen to your chemistry teacher's complaints, smudging your mascara while doing your makeup, sleeping in history class, not being able to see your boyfriend at any point, tripping on the sidewalk on the way home and finally burning the food you were making after school.

This sequence of events left you emotionally tired and sad, so all you could do was lie in bed and wallow in tears. At some point, the door opened, revealing Pope with his backpack on his back. You only noticed his presence when he spoke, leaving the backpack on the floor and climbing onto the bed, climbing over you and then hugging you from behind in a spoon.

“Babe, you good?” He placed his hand on your waist and the other under your neck, hugging you. With his gestures you ended up crying more, hugging him tightly and digging your head out of the pillow, turning to him.

All you could do was bury your head on his chest, hugging him by the neck. “Why are you crying?” He whispered in your ear, moving his hand from your waist to your back, slowly moving up and down.

You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he strokes your back gently. You don't know why, but something about the way he holds you and caresses you is so comforting. Even though your body is still shaking with sobs, you feel safe in his arms. It's almost like he's holding you so tightly he won't let go. You feel him kiss the top of your head, his words muffled against you, sounding like distant whispers in the background.

"I… I just feel like everything's going wrong," you manage to say between sobs. "I'm failing at school; my teachers think I'm stupid. My parents are mad at me. I… I just feel so… alone," you say quietly, your voice cracking with frustration. You can feel Pope's grip tighten around you, like he's holding you so tightly that he can't let go.

“You'll never be alone as long as I'm here, mama.” You sniffle into his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer warmth and comfort of his embrace. You cling to him like a baby bird snuggled deep in its nest. You can't even remember the last time you felt this safe. You feel his hands running up and down your back, his breathing growing steady and even. You feel the heat of Pope's chest against the back of your neck, his heart beating slowly and steadily. You could hold onto him forever, never letting go.

“Yo…” he said looking at you and lifting your chin with his finger, making you look at him. “I love you more than anything, you can count on me every time, alright?” he said quietly, giving you a look of confirmation, making you feel more and more loved.

“I'm in love with you.” You whispered, a tear falling from your eye as you smiled helplessly in love with him, who returned the smile and kissed your head.

“I'm so in love with you it's dangerous, [Name].”

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