Its not midnight, this is more like a midmorning thought but whatever,
from previous experiences, the Château bathroom gets so messy and its such a hassle to take a shower in there bc it smells like boy and there's just clothes everywhere and its just, no its not a vibe.
So picture you have to shower after a long day doing poguish shit and you walk in the bathroom and its just so messy and you don't feel like cleaning it beforehand so you grab a bar of soap and march outside towards the hose. You start turning it on before JJ walks out like,
“Whatcha doin’?”
And you have to explain that the shower is disgusting so you’re gonna hose yourself off and he just decides that's a brilliant idea bc he doesn't want to clean the bathroom either. (even though half the shit lying on the floor is his) So you both strip down to your swim suit and shorts and he just stands there with the hose helping you rinse the soap out of your hair and vice versa.
And its the cutest thing because one second he’s holding the hose being all helpful n’ sweet, and the other he’s aggressively spraying you with the water like you’re both at war and you’re splattering him with soap and laughing like its the funniest thing in the world.
Before you know it John B and Pope are like,
“Someone leave the water on, I’m getting MY soap/shampoo”
And then everybody just ends up “showering” outside with the hose because y’all are too lazy to clean the bathroom.
What do you have in your script? I’m trying to find a good outline for mine.
So everybody's script is going to be different; they're gonna have different things according to your personal DR.
In mine I made sure to include where I first wake up in my DR and HOW I woke up. I made it very detailed; what I heard, how the futon felt, how loud the chickens were outside, what it sounded like to have Kie come running into the front door. I made it very specific so I would know 100% I'm there. The detailing doesn't have to be specific as mine, but I like to make sure of where I am going and that I go to the right place.
I also have in my script that I cannot die or get fatally hurt because lets face it, that would suck major balls. So specifically I have down that I can swim really well, and that I cannot get sick from smoking with JJ.
Another thing I find helpful to write down are certain things you'd like to happen. Sometimes they do and sometimes they dont. (at least for me) I never expected that me and JJ would be jumping off docks once a week for shits and giggles, that was never scripted. It WAS scripted that JJ and I have a very spontaneous and unique friendship that possibly turns into something else. (working on it) I found that broad scripts allow for more possibilities; do with that info what you will.
And lastly, just small things too. Like I've scripted that me and Kie have weekly beach trips where we go and pick up trash, and that me and John B have movie nights at the Château when my mom forgets to let me back in the house (some DR things dont change lol) or that me and JJ have frequent smoking battles and we always end up passed out on the couch together. Small little things that add to the PUHZAZ. :)
I might have forgotten to mention CR and DR time differences. My personal preference is the longer the better. So for me 1 hour in my CR is 1 day in my DR, and I know some who do longer like 1 hour CR time is equivalent to a week DR time. This part is a personal preference, however I wouldn't recommend doing too long of periods.
Hi! I’ve been trying to shift for two years now and it hasn’t worked. When you’re free could you give me some tips?
For sure!!
My biggest tip is to have a script. Its not necessary but it helps me gather my thoughts and it makes it a lot easier to focus and visualize on where you're going and whats going to happen.
Another great tip is to be relaxed. Its harder (at least for me) to shift when I'm not in a relaxed state, physically or mentally. So drinking tea, taking a bath, listening to soothing music and subliminals helps a lot. A not so pro tip for those who find it impossible to relax is to smoke, and I dont mean cigs...
The last thing imma say is starfish position is ass; do with that information what you will.
what shifting method do you use? and do you have any shifting motivation?
I use a combination of the Julia Method and the In Your Arms Method.
And if you hang tight I'll have some more of my midnight JJ thoughts for you tonight ;) In the meantime try and visualize what it would feel like to wake up on the hammock outside the chateau after a nice nap, then going to surf with the pogues until the sun sets.
can i ask what jj‘s like in your dr😭 i’ve been trying to shift for so long but i literally cant do it💔
love, dont doubt yourself, shifting is hard but its so so worth it in the end. keep trying bebs, I know you can do it.
but where do I begin with JJ
he's loud and funny and sarcastic and he really is the best surfer on the island. he's a total blast to be around and we always do impulsive shit together, like jumping off the docks at midnight while high off our asses.
hes loyal and crazy and despite his shitty upbringing hes an amazing human being and the sweetest, most loyal and caring dude. I love him to death and wouldn't trade him for the world. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world tbh but, id give my left kidney for that guy and I told him that once and he hugged me then called me an idiot, lmao. He doesn't think much of himself and its a pity be HES LITTERALY AMAZING AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE THE FUCKER (respectfully) SEE THAT
but theres so much, I cant even begin to cover it all.
a/n: its a VERY long one you guys. but we always play this in my DR and it usually happens when we are drunk or high. there is almost always some night swims too, so i had to include night swimming with JJ. feel free to like and reblog, hope y'all enjoy it. sorry for the abnormally lengthy post :) NOBODY HAS PERMISION TO REPUBLISH MY WORK
It would be an understatement to say that the pogues loved the game "what are the odds". You hadn't really understood the hype until they had bribed you into playing and, truthfully, you only said yes because John B had promised you a cup of your favorite drink; alcoholic of course.
Since that fateful night it had become a Go-To game amongst the 5 of you; better played when plastered instead of sober.
So there you sat, circled around the bonfire surrounded by your closest friends with a cup of Titio's and pineapple juice in hand, laughing loudly at the remark John B made in response to him and Pope once again picking the same numbers.
"Y'know, it would be a lot easier for you to avoid these things if you just stopped picking the number 5 all the time,” Kie laughed out, clutching her stomach and taking a sip of her drink.
You snorted quietly, shaking your head.
"He gives us the same excuse," You begin.
"Its because its his (my) lucky number" Both you and John B say together, and you stare at him, head shaking in playful exasperation.
"Hey, dont shit on the number 5! Its lucky," He defends.
JJ goes to speak, mouth pursed to the side so as not to spill the drink he just took a gulp of, "Is it? B'cause now you gotta chug this here bottle of Vodka," JJ swallows his mouthful of booze and holds up the bottle proudly.
You gasp and lunge forward, fingers bumping against his as you grab the bottle by the neck. You feel his grip on it harden as you place your hand atop his, lowering the bottle from midair. He looks at you briefly before raising his eyebrow in confusion.
"No! Not the good stuff, this is our drinking vodka."
His facial expression immediately changes from confusion to one of enlightenment. 'Dramatic and animated this boy is', you think and you giggle while he gently tosses the bottle onto the grass.
"Oh shit she's right, w'need this. Pope grab that other bottle behin'ya", JJ eyes the bottle in the grass to make sure its not in pieces and gestures to Pope, who clumsily reaches behind him to grab a nice, medium sized bottle of Svedka.
John B lets out a small puff of air and dramaticaly clutches his chest whilst Pope hands the bottle to Kie, whos already preparing the cups for him.
"You guys wound me, really. Y'all're really gonna make me drink this shit?" He points to Kie whos already poured 2 cups of it and is readying the third.
She shrugs, grinning goofily as she eyes the amount of beverage in the cups.
“Three cups for the whole bottle, 5 second break to breath in bettween,” she mutters to herself, discarding the now empty bottle behind her.
"Ye'ssir we are," JJ says in reply to John B. He then looks to his left at you for backup. You give a toothy, intoxicated grin before turning your head to face John B and nod.
"Yep", you put extra emphasis on the 'P' before Pope speaks up,
"On the bright side, it is a smaller bottle so this can go both ways; either you'll finish it fast and you'll be fine,"
He hesitates and John B leans forward with widened eyes, waiting for the rest of Popes statement, "or you puke and it wont really be that much to clean up."
You make the mistake of sipping your drink as Pope made that last comment, and you snort into your cup attempting to stifle a laugh. Vodka and juice make their way up into your nose as you hold your cup to your face, trying not to cry from laughter and the burn of booze in your nose.
JJ looks at you and begins to chuckle loudly, placing a hand on your back and patting all the while Kie's giggles fill the air beside you, followed by Popes deep laughs.
It would be a lie if you had said that the feeling of JJ's hand on your bare back didnt send tingles down your spine and almost make you snort up a second round of booze and juice. But even in your slightly drunken state you had elected to ignore the feeling and instead focus on the game. You inhaled sharply and coughed, looking up to your group of friends.
John B folds his arms across his chest, desperately trying to hide his growing smile as the laughter dies down.
"Wow, y'all are real ones. First you try to give me alcohol poisoning then you try to kill Y/N." He points to you, your face red from laughing.
"Hey now, I'm perfectly fine, I just-" JJ cuts you off.
"Damn right you are, Y/N."
You weren't expecting that abrupt of a remark from JJ, but you deadpan and wave it off as it were nothing. It wasn't nothing, it sent a soft pink blush up to your face and you hide it by taking yet another sip of your drink.
"Y'all look, we aren't playing Two Truths and a Lie, we're playing What Are The Odds, and the odds of you chugging a bottle of vodka were 5 on both ends. So John B," JJ proclaims, eyes on John B who's cracked and is now grinning wildly.
He nods his head at JJ, "What man"
JJ stands, picks up one of the cups Kie had prepared and holds it out to his friend.
"Chug some vodka; to Pogue Lyfe my guy, " He dramatically exclaims as John B stands up, takes the cup and starts chugging.
An eruption of emotion come from the group as 'oh shits' and 'waits' come from the others. You and Kie grab for each other and stand up, eagerly watching as John B gulps the last of the first cup before JJ is handing him the second.
"Theres your 5 second break, man. Lucky number five now, dont puke. Drink that booze man," JJ pushes and you're reaching for the last of his cups to hand to JJ.
Pope snatches a plastic bag off the ground and cautiously holds it in front of your friend as John B's face contorts into one of disgust. He lowers the now empty second cup and his cheeks puff up with air before you’re handing over the cup to JJ, who places it encouragingly at John B's mouth.
"Yea lets go buddy, keep drinking. You did this to yourself, " he says as John B's eyes rolls before he begins his chug once more.
"Dont go so fast," Kie shakes her head as he finishes the last cup, throwing it aside in the grass and balling up his fists into the air.
"Yeaaah, thats our man!"
Pope exclaims, pumping a fist into the air and John B collapses back into his chair. Hes red in the face with clear liquid dripping down his chin and his brown hair plastered against his forehead. He lets out a long sign before making a disgusted face.
"Y'all really made me drink that," He says looking up at JJ who walks around the back of his chair and slaps his hands onto his shoulders.
JJ waits to respond, pressing his lips together and pretending to think long and hard.
"Hmmm yes we did, " He deadpans. "Now, whos next?"
"Nobody, we've been at it for hours. This was the last one, remember?" Kie explains as takes the bag from Pope and begins to scoop up the cups and stuff them into the bag.
You go to stand, wobbling as your legs straighten and a small amount of drink sloshes out the side of your cup as Pope pipes up,
"Besides, John B will probably be hungover tomorrow. He needs some water and bread."
Popes words come out in a strain as he goes to grab John B under the arm and drape his limb over his shoulder. You step your way over to JJ's side, watching as John B exhales a huge puff of air as he and Pope make their way back to the porch of the château.
"John B, I have Pepto if you need it," You call out, fingers gripping onto the edge of your cup and you nudge JJ with your elbow, handing him the drink. He looks down at you and his lips tug upwards into a smile, shaking his head as to remove the strands of blond bangs before taking a long sip and clutching the rim with his fingers.
John B calls out a thank you, throwing his hand up in the air in a thumbs up as Pope helps him up the stairs and through the door.
You turn to face JJ, a drunk grin on your face and you both burst into a fit of laugher as Kie strolls over to the 'good ol'e bottle of drinking vodka'. She holds it up,
"You guys gonna drink any more tonight or you want me to put it up?"
Immediately you nod your head, outstretched hands and grabby fingers reaching towards the bottle and she smiles, handing it over. You twist it open and pour a bit more into the cup JJ holds, clumsily spilling some onto his fingers.
You look up at him, a soft giggle escaping your mouth and it only gets louder when he starts laughing too. He passes you the cup and you take it gratefully, watching as he lifts his hand to his mouth to salvage the droplets of vodka on his fingers.
“Yea, how’s that taste, JJ?” You question, smiling goofily and eyeing him as he licks the last of it off his fingers.
“Strong as shit this stuff, cant waste a drop,” he says, and it comes out as a chuckle. You smile and nod, watching as he scans the dying bonfire and then turns to look at Kie, who is now tying up the plastic bag full of cups and walking over to the steps of the château.
“Aye yo, Kie!”
JJ calls out, and you set down the cup preparing to, very slowly as to not topple over in a dunk state; make your way inside.
“Are the three of us playing or not?” JJ stretches out his arms gesturing to the three of you as she shakes her head.
“Not, JJ. Imma clean up this mess and then get Y/N’s Pepto for JB.” Her words are slowed and slightly slurred and you can tell she’s on the verge of drunkenness. However you are thankful you have at least one responsible friend.
You watch as she grabs hold of the railing and lifts herself up the steps and cautiously closes the door behind her. You hope she at least wont be terribly hungover tomorrow.
“Well fine, I guess you and me are playing.”
“Huh?” you turn around to see JJ plopping himself down in the chair and propping his head up with his hands, elbows resting on his knees and a childlike grin etching its way onto his face.
You smile, and your stomach lurches a bit inside you and you try your hardest to ignore it. Sometimes you’re able to push away the problematic feelings and at times like this, when youre heavily intoxicated its so much easier. But tonight its just you and him, alone outside after having drank with your friends and you wonder what could possibly happen if you decide, just for tonight, to see if anything could change.
You shake your head subtly, pushing the thoughts away and staring back blankly at him grinning eagerly from ear to ear and a blush creeps onto your cheeks.
“We are?” you question, fingers grabbing at a chair and you pull it beside you before carefully lowering yourself onto the seat.
JJ nods his head, pushing himself back into his seat and raking a hand through his hair before he opens his mouth to explain.
“See, we have this here half bottle to finish, we cant let it go to waste,” He picks up the bottle you discarded and twists open the top as you watch while taking yet another sip of your drink.
“A convincing argument JJ, but, we are all going to be very hungover tomorrow. You and me worse than JB if we keep drinking,” You try and reason and he lets out a sarcastic and airy scoff.
“Y/N, Cupcake, I dont get hungover. I can hold my liquor,” He smiles and you make a face, holding up a finger before you go to speak.
“Mr. Maybank,” you slur out, “Are you insinuating that I cannot keep down my booze?”
“No, Ma’am. I’d never instiguate that,”
You hold back a laugh, looking up in brief thought as to if this is a good idea or not. You decide.
“Its ‘Insinuate’ and bet.” Your grip on your cup tightens with this newfound determination and you cant help but crack a smile when you see him fist pumping the air in victory over having ‘convinced’ you.
“Aight, you go first Cupcake.”
The blush starts creeping back at the sound of his little nickname and you press your lips together, tapping a finger on your chin in false intense thought.
“Hmmmm, lets see. What are the odds that you,” you pause and take the bottle JJ had previously placed bettween you and hand it to him, “take three gulps of this.”
JJ’s eyes wander from you and then back to the bottle, before he sighs and apprehensively takes it. You giggle as he opens the top and inhales deeply, before nodding.
“Ok, d’you got your number?”
You nod, smiling happily as you both countdown from 3 and loudly say the number 3. You whoop in victory as JJ lets out a playful groan. And you’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t of wished you had heard that groan in a different context. You push that out of your mind and watch as he brings the cup to his lips and takes three massive gulps.
When the bottle is pulled away from him he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and makes a face. You giggle at the sight of him, throwing your head back and letting out puffs of laughter.
“Yummy, isn’it?”
“Hmm, it IS our special drinking vodka,” JJ says in a chuckle before leaning towards you and saying, “Ok, my turn,” with a sneaky glint in his eyes. You catch the hint of mischief in his voice and narrow your eyes, leaning in so your heads are inches apart.
“Try me, Maybank,” You smirk, nose scrunched up and eyes still narrowed as he presses his lips together and gives a look of intense thought. Almost instantly he says,
“What are the odds you jump off the dock?”
You stare at him through half lidded eyes, lips smooshed outwards and waggling a finger in his direction.
“Oh ho, you’re funny.” The thought of jumping off the docks wasn't foreign to you, you’ve done it multiple times with the whole gang. But in the middle of the night while you’re very much so drunk is another story.
“Hmmhm, that I am, yes. You have your number?” He slurs out to you, a smirk plastered across his face and you nod.
The countdown from 3 begins.
“4″
“2″
“Damnit!” JJ’s holler was sure to have been heard from inside the house and your loud laughing that followed was definitely sure to have woken someone up. You both quiet down before you take another sip of your now almost gone drink, gesturing for you both to lower the volume.
“I have one, iss’a good one,” You’re heavily slurring your words now and you feel a new level of boldness rising inside you.
“Shoot, Cupcake,”
You stay silent for a moment, considering weather or not this is a good idea. Its just you and JJ, and its the little moments like these with him that you’re able to cherish and relive in your head. If only it weren't for that stupid ‘no pogue on pogue macking’ rule. You push the doubts and worries away before inhaling and saying, with as much confidence as a drunk girl can muster,
“What are the odds WE go swimming. Lets jump off the docks.”
JJ looks at you slightly taken aback; he doesn't respond for a moment and you are led to believe that the request may have been too obvious. Your only goal is to create something thats just for you two, a single memory you can share with just him and hopefully have it lead to something else. You fear he caught on but instead he smirks and shakes his head.
“Now you're trynna give me hypothermia. Cute,” He laughs out and you fake a playful gasp.
“I’d never. Besides its 80 degrees out, we can’t get hypothermia.”
“You sure about that Cupcake? I’m too pretty to be sick in the hospital.”
You snort, laughter escaping your lips and you watch as he grins widely. Drunk looks good on him, it makes him more playful and sarcastic than usual.
“Yes I'm sure, you got your number my guy?”
JJ nods and you both once again lean into each other and begin the countdown from 3.
Your thoughts race wildly in your head as you contemplate different scenarios in your mind. If you get the same number you’d both have to walk over to the docks, strip down to your swim suits and jump in. Not that its a big deal, you’ve both been swimming together as well as surfing, he’s seen you in a bikini plenty of times. You’ve both crashed on the same couch and woken up with limbs intertwined and you both disregarded it as normal; it wasn't anything special nor was it anything foreign. The whole group had experienced the same thing with each other. So what made you think this one instance would change anything? Maybe, just maybe.
“5″
“5″
You didnt realize you had been holding your breath until your number came out as an airy huff. You let out a long sigh, cheeks hollowing with air as JJ nods in defeat before pushing himself off his seat and extending a hand to you.
“Well, lets go,” He smiles down at you, watching as you press your lips into a line and you go to grab your almost empty cup.
You stay seated for a minute, shaky hands bringing the cup to your mouth and hesitating to take the last sip.
“Sip it up girl, we have a dock to throw ourselves off of,” He gestures for you to hurry with a smile. You grab his extended hand, fingers tingling as he grips your hand and pulls you up. Your legs wobble as you straighten up, throwing the cup back and letting the last sip of alcohol burn down your throat.
“Ahh,” You toss the cup aside, wiping your mouth with your free hand before releasing JJ and saying, “Ok, lets go Maybank.”
JJ grins, turning and taking off towards the docks behind John B’s home. You carefully take a few steps, making sure to balance yourself before taking off after JJ in a run towards the docks.
The breeze pushes against you, both wildly laughing as your feet pound against the grassy earth. Its a sort of ethereal feeling and you only hope you dont drunkenly trip and faceplant, that would be embarrassing.
As soon as JJ heard the wood beneath him he slows and turns to face you, and you catch up, panting and holding up a hand.
“Wait, my guy. I have little legs and I'm drunk,” You pant out, smiling and steadying yourself. You grab onto your knees for stability and stare up at JJ, his blond hair blown through wildly from the wind and you can hear his small pants from running.
He steps towards you, placing his hand on your shoulder and staring down at you as you inhale heavily. Maybe this was a bad idea, what if you forget to swim and drown? Drunk people do stupid things all the time and this; swimming in the dark after having down almost 2 bottles worth of mixed drinks, could easily be one of them.
Once again, the feeling of his hand on your bare shoulder sends a ray of tingles through your body, and you lift yourself up to face him. You ignore it.
“Yo, you good?” He pants out, undertones of concern in his voice as he smiles at you and you nod, forcing your lips upwards in a grin.
“Never better. C’mon lets go swimming,” You give him a playful shove, gently pushing him out of the way and beginning your walk down the wooden planks leading to the water. More tingles as your hands met the bare skin of his arms when you gave him the shove.
JJ chuckles behind you, jogging beside you.
“So, why swimming?”
You knit your brows together in confusion.
“What’chu mean? You told me to jump in the water first, remember.” You say, nearing the end of the dock.
“Touché, but you cant piggyback of of someone else’s idea?”
“Says who?”
“Says me,”
“Oh yes, I forgot about that rule, please forgive me Mr. Maybank” You giggle jokingly, watching as he chuckles softly to himself and holds his head up, chin raised in fake triumph and arrogance.
“Doesn't matter, we picked the same number and you agreed,” you reach the end, halting as you grip onto the wooden rail and you lean over to stare into the dark water below, “so start stripping.”
You regret your choice of words immediately, watching as a blush makes it way onto JJ’s cheeks and you swear you saw his eyes widen slightly at your words. He’s quick to change his facial expression from one of shock to one of playful flirtation.
“Yes ma’am, I like me a woman with authority.” He goes to kick of his shoes and you scoff, landing another playful shove to JJs abdomen, and he takes a step back, smiling from ear to ear and laughing as you scrunch up your face and shake your head.
“Not like that you weirdo,”
You laugh, crouching down to untie your shoes and you gently kick them to the corner of the docks underneath the railing. You’re so preoccupied with your shoes that you hadn't noticed JJ removing his shirt and discarding it to the floor. You definitely hadn’t noticed how he leaned against the wooden railing and how he eyed you, watching intently as you fumbled with the button of your shorts.
You groaned, struggling to unbutton them. Your drunk and tingly fingers slid over the metal multiple times, unable to pass the button through the hole in the denim.
JJ coughed and the sound pulled you out of your intense concentration. You looked up.
“Y’need some help with that?” JJ whispered, cautiously stepping closer to you and you shook your head.
“Nah, its ok I can just jump in with them. Why are we whispering?” You asked, and JJ chuckled, stepping over to you.
“Dont jump in with them, John B’s dryer doesn't work and you don’t have extra clothes for tomorrow. Here, I’ll help’ya.”
You open your mouth to decline the offer but his fingers are already on the button of your shorts and your breath hitches in your throat. Your thoughts are racing as you stare wide eyed at JJ who successfully unbuttons them and steps back, his lips pressed together and you swear you see his cheeks tinted a bright red.
“Um, tha-thanks,” You stumble over your words, stepping out of the shorts and tossing them aside and you look over to JJ who mumbles a quite, “No problem dude.”
Your face is bright red and you’re thankful that its dark outside and that the moonlight is hidden by the roof of the dock so he cant see the embarrassment.
“Umm, I’m like, very drunk so I couldn't get a grip on the button. Shits slippery, y’know.”
A good excuse, hide the fact that your body is crying for something more to have happened and that you’re not just an intoxicated doof who cant unbutton her own goddamn pants. That was not your plan. Your body betrays you and the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly and you can feel it in your ribs. It doesn't help that his fingers brushed against the skin of your stomach and that sent tingles shooting right through you.
JJ smooshes his lips outwards, shaking his head. It sends his hair flying over his eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak.
“Uh, yeah. No problem dude, pants are tricky sometimes.” He says.
‘I’m an idiot’ you think to yourself, nodding and walking over to the edge of the docks.
“So...swimming?” You watch as JJ nods and walks over beside you.
“Swimming, yeah. We jump on three?”
You nod, staring into the water and you inhale deeply, preparing yourself for the water.
“1″
Too many thoughts were flooding your mind. What if what just happened was too much and it made the dynamic awkward? What if after what just happened he could only look at you as a thirsty, drunk moron.
“2″
But what if he felt something though? What if that bright red blush on his cheeks had meant he’d been harboring feelings and he too had to hide them? What if he’d secretly been wishing something would happen and that was just the beginning of the possible change you’d been longing for?
“3″
What if-
There was no time for any more thoughts. You jumped. You threw yourselves into the water, and the coolness that engulfed your body sent a sobering shock through you. The wetness that surrounded you soothed your hot skin, and you opened your eyes under the water. Darkness surrounded you, and it was a peaceful surrender to the ocean.
You kicked upwards, empty space beneath you as your head broke the surface, bobbing up and down as you gasped for air. It was calming, a soothing feeling as you floated there completely surrounded by the watery darkness.
JJ’s head came up next to you, his hair slicked back and droplets of ocean water dripped down his temples. You made eye contact and the both of you erupted in fits of adrenaline induced laughter. The thoughts lingered for a moment in your mind, but were pushed away by the sound of JJ’s voice. The previous moment had been forgotten in seconds and you and JJ kicked the water beneath you, swimming aimlessly in circles around each other.
You floated there, smiling peacefully as you took in the beauty that surrounded you. The stars and the moon shining above you, the tranquil water that engulfed your bodies, and JJ whos smile widened with each passing minute as you both bobbed there in the water.
After mere seconds you’d forgotten he was there. You'd been floating, staring up at the vast sky, completely clueless to the boy who was watching you in awe. He watched as you stretched out in the water, eyes staring with wonder up at the sky and in JJ’s mind, he too was wondering if anything could possibly change bettween you two.
He stared as you let yourself go under a second time, wiping the water from your face when you resurfaced. An eruption of butterflies let loose in his stomach as you turned to face him, the water droplets falling from you hair and rolling down the sides of your face and it took everything in his body to not grab you and kiss you right then and there.
He was shaken from his trance when you gently said,
“JJ, you good?”
“Yea, never better Y/N”
You smiled softly and nodded, swimming your way over to him and stopping about a foot away before pausing.
‘This is it, she's gonna make a move,’ He thought to himself, preparing for the best. The best never came. Instead you send a splash of water his way and it crashed against his face. JJ closed his eyes and scoffed playfully, your loud giggles music to his ears.
JJ wiped his face, looking over to you throwing your head back into the water in a fit of laughter.
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that,” He called out loudly, grinning from eat to ear and sending a wave of water splashing towards you. You cried out as the cool water hit your face and you both sent waves of water crashing against each other.
The splashing was loud and the laughter was sure to have been heard from the château, but neither of you cared. To simple be there in the water, splashing around, just you and JJ was enough to make you happy for weeks.
That was until you might have splashed him a bit to hard. You’d sent a spray of water towards JJ and he had made the mistake of inhaling the very moment the water hit his face. It send a stream up his nose and he coughed, quite dramatically, and it made you pause.
“Oh god, JJ are you ok?” You swam over to him, concern on your face as you heard him coughing and gasping. You instantly regretted doing so because the moment you got close enough he turned to face you and lunged towards your body in the water. A diversion.
You gasped as he grabbed at your body, his fingers gripping at your hips and pulling you closer to him. You thrashed and giggled, splashing in the water as he chuckled.
“A big mistake, Y/N” JJ puffed out, and you wiggled to get away. The thoughts returned as you felt his fingers on your waist and a heat rose to your face, tinting your cheeks red. The feeling of him pulling you closer, the brush of your legs against his, all of it mixed with the coolness of the surrounding water was enough to shock you back to reality. You struggled to release yourself from his grip, for the more you thrashed and wiggled the tighter his grip on you was.
You attempted to twist yourself around in the water, thinking that if your back was to him you could move away but JJ simply wrapped his arm around your abdomen and held you in place, you back against his chest.
“Shh,” JJ let out a laugh as you groaned, feigning irritation, “just accept your defeat, Y/N.” He said softly, leaning his head against your shoulder and you swatted his head away with your hand, leaving a stream of water running down his forehead.
“Never, now let me go,” You kicks had gone from wild to mild as you simply floated there in his grip, and you sighed in irritation.
“Hmmm, nah this it too fun,” JJ said, pulling you away in the water. You could feel him kicking beneath you, and you stayed there for a few minutes before cautiously leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder. You had accepted your defeat, and you let yourself remain his arms as he guided you through the water.
You pushed every thought in your head away, reminding yourself that this is normal. You and the pogues always swam and held each other in the water, it was normal. You reminded yourself of the time Pope had let you cling to his back as he and John B waded out into the water. You reminded yourself of the time you’d seen John B grabbing Kie and jump into the water with her bridal style. It was NORMAL. Thats what happens when you grow up with people, things become so overdone that it becomes a natural thing.
You stared up at the sky, watching as the moon shone onto the water and casting a reflection into the darkness beneath you. This was a peaceful moment before you felt JJ’s arm loosen around you.
“Y/N?”
You pushed yourself away from JJ to turn and face him, the feeling of his arm no longer on your body sent a shiver of cold through you as the water went to fill the now empty space bettween you.
“Yeah?” You whispered softly. You stared at him, waiting for his next remark.
JJ paused, treading the water beneath him to keep himself afloat and he couldn't bring himself to admit he longed for your body to be back against his. It has sent a eruption of butterflies through him and the lack of your warmth saddened him. He looked from you to the water, staring into the darkness beneath him for an idea of what to say. Nothing came to him and he shook his head.
“Nothing. We should probably get out,”
You nod, staring back at him before allowing your body to dip under the water for the last time. The coolness against your face was soothing, and it cooled the remaining heat in your cheeks from feeling his body pressed up against yours.
When you returned to the surface you wiped the streams of water from your face and turned to face him.
“Just 5 more minutes, I’m still kinda drunk and the water is sobering me up a bit.”
You tilted your head back, staring back up at the sky watching as clouds rolled over the moon. You could hear JJ inching closer to you in the water.
“If you’re still drunk then I should probably make sure you dont drown, wouldn't want a fellow pogue to be lost at sea.” He remarked, and you could feel his hands inching closer to your body. You nodded.
“Yes, I’d hate for that to happen,” You laughed softly as JJ’s fingers found your hips, softly pressing into the skin and yet another ray of tingles made their way through you.
“I’m doing you a good service, Cupcake.” JJ chuckled as you remained there, floating in the water with his hands on your hips keeping you afloat.
“Thanks Maybank,” You smiled softly, and it was unbeknownst to you that JJ was happily staring at you the rest of the time you were in the water. Thats how you both stayed for your last 5 minutes, floating happily in the water with JJ occasionally pulling you closer to him so you could lean your head against his shoulder to look up at the stars, wishing to himself that something more could’ve happened.
Little did JJ know that in the back of your mind, you too were wishing for something more to have happened. No matter, because in that moment it was just you and JJ; engulfed in the coolness of the ocean, your head against his shoulder and his cheek against yours, bodies intertwined, peacefully floating through the small lapping waves, giving you both a cherished memory that you’d happily relive in times to come.
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