˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ JJ never expected to feel so protective over someone like you. You were small, sweet, and sensitive in ways that made his heart ache. Every time you got upset or shy, it only made him want to look out for you more. You were his soft spot, and he’d do anything to keep you safe. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
JJ found you sitting on the edge of the dock, hugging your knees to your chest, your fishing line completely forgotten beside you. You looked so small, so fragile, like a little breeze could knock you over. He knew you weren’t actually helpless—you were tougher than you looked—but that didn’t stop the tug in his chest every time you acted this way.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he called softly, crouching down next to you. “What’s got you all quiet over here?”
You glanced up at him, your big, watery eyes making his heart practically skip a beat. “I lost the fish,” you mumbled, voice shaky. “It just... slipped off the line, and now I ruined it.”
JJ blinked, trying not to laugh, but the way you looked at him, all pouty and upset over something so small, tugged at something deep inside him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up?” he teased gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Sweetie, it’s just a fish. We’ll catch another one.”
You sniffled, nodding, but the little frown still lingered on your lips. “I’m just bad at it, JJ I’m bad at everything.”
His chest tightened. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, like he had to wrap you in his arms and protect you from the whole damn world. “Hey, don’t say that,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re not bad at anything. You’re just... sensitive. And that’s not a bad thing.”
You blinked up at him, and he could see the tears starting to fade, replaced with the smallest smile. “You really think so?”
“Course I do,” he said, grinning as he gently pinched your cheek. “You’re my sweet little girl, remember? You’ve got me to take care of all the hard stuff.”
The way your face lit up, the shy little smile that tugged at your lips—it hit him like a punch to the chest. You had no idea how adorable you were, how much you made him want to shield you from anything that might make you sad.
“Thanks, JJ,” you said quietly, leaning your head on his shoulder.
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Anytime, sweetheart,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. And just like that, he was done for all over again.
a/n: hey y'all! this is my first fic on this account. just a fun little jj one shot - lmk what you think!! (gif not mine - credits to the creator)
pairing: jj maybank x reader
summary: you and jj have been dating secretly for half a year, and a small question about a mysterious new tattoo leads to his friends finding out about the two of you.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: fluff/humor, marijuana use, implied sexual content, I think that's it
JJ’s not the greatest at dates, and he’s aware of that. But when it comes to you, he’s decided to step up his game, and that’s why he took the initiative to take you to Charleston for your birthday. While he currently can’t afford to spring for an elaborate dinner at a pricey restaurant, he’s trying to make tonight something special. Usually, you’re the one who has to pick up the slack when it comes to romance—though you’re not great at it either—but he figured that since it’s your birthday, all the planning should be his responsibility.
And so far it’s been great.
Walking hand-in-hand down the cobblestone streets of Charleston, you can feel how much freer JJ is when he can take you out somewhere people won’t recognize you. It’s been hard keeping such a big part of his life a secret from his friends for so long, but he doesn’t want to push it too far. You’re what he calls ‘kook-like,’ since you’re from Figure Eight but you went to the local public school instead. And while you never really interacted back in high school, JJ doesn’t want to have to explain to his friends everything about your relationship. It’s private, and though he knows he’ll confide in the Pogues at some point, he’s just not there yet. And thankfully, it doesn’t seem to bother you.
It’s been silent for a while, but not uncomfortable. You just enjoyed a delicious meal that JJ had to fight with you to pay the bill over, and you feel calm. Peaceful. Outside of the Outer Banks, there are no kooks and no pogues, just the two of you.
Choosing to break the silence, you voice your inner thoughts. “It’s nice to not have to worry about running into people we know, you know?”
JJ nods. “Yeah, it’s nice to know that I can kiss you without being afraid of being punched by Topper,” he teases.
You chuckle at his comment before pulling him to a stop. “You said you’d never bring it up!”
“Hey, he’s your ex-boyfriend,” JJ retorts, pointing at your chest.
“Hardly. We dated for two weeks when I was fourteen. And it’s still my greatest shame.”
“I thought I was your greatest shame.”
You roll your eyes, knowing he’s joking. “Never.” As he leans in to kiss you, you can swear that you’ve never felt lighter. You’re a bit tipsy from the drinks at dinner and JJ has a sparkle in his eyes that’ll never stop making you smile.
His lips press to yours, and you swear you know what the romantic comedies mean when they talk about fireworks. It’s nothing too heated—you’re standing on a sidewalk and you’re not that crazy—but it’s special and passionate. Your lips are a perfect fit for one another, and if you don’t pull away soon you know you’ll get swept up in it.
Knowing JJ has other plans for the two of you, you break away from the kiss and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Alright, so what’s next on the agenda, Jayj?”
And that’s when you spot it—the signature twinkle in his eye that only shines when he has something a little bit crazy planned.
“Oh no…” you protest in preparation for whatever’s about to come out of his mouth.
“Okay, it’s just a crazy idea I had and it’s totally up to you. We don’t have to do it, but I think it would be fun.”
“What?” you ask. He unwraps your hands from his shoulders before grasping one of them in his own again, and starts to guide you down the street. “JJ, where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see.” He winks, and at that point you decide to just let him lead you wherever. You know he’d never put you in danger, and he’s safely gotten you out of your comfort zone many times before, so you’re sure that it can’t be too bad. Right?
As the two of you walk down the street hand-in-hand, your mind wanders. You’ve accepted your fate, but where could JJ possibly be taking you? And before your mind settles on a single answer, he pulls you to a stop in front of a little brick-walled building. ‘Inks Tattoo Parlor,’ the sign reads.
“Okay, I know it might be a crazy JJ idea,” he starts.
“I’m glad you’re self-aware,” you retort.
He rolls his eyes. “Just hear me out. I know we haven’t been dating for long and maybe I had too many drinks at dinner but I know you’re it for me. We’re young and I know we haven’t talked about marriage and I know we’re nowhere near there yet—”
“JJ, just breathe,” you say to comfort him, squeezing his hand in reassurance.
“Well, basically, I love you. Like a lot. Like more than I ever thought I could, and I think I want a tattoo of your initials on my ass.”
And then you give him the weirdest expression he’s ever seen. He can’t tell if he’s scared you off or turned you on or maybe both. But slowly, a smile makes its way onto your face.
“Okay, well, number one: this is definitely a crazy JJ idea,” you start. “But crazy JJ ideas are part of why I fell in love with you, and it’s your ass—you can do whatever you want with it. Frankly, I’m honored.”
He smashes his lips to yours and you kiss him back, chuckling against his lips. “Oh, babe, by the way, this ass belongs to you, too.” You playfully swat his chest, and his smile only grows.
You don’t know if the drinks from dinner are finally getting to you or you’re just on a high from spending so much quality time with your boyfriend, but as you and JJ wait for him to get tattooed, your mind starts to wonder if maybe you should get one as well.
After the tattoo artist finishes up with his previous client, you get up from where you were waiting next to JJ and look at the intricate designs on the wall. “Hey, Jayj?”
“What’s up?” he asks, looking up from his phone.
“What do you think of this font?”
JJ squints before deciding he might as well come over to get a better look. Standing behind you, he rests his head on your shoulder and examines what you’ve been pointing to.
“It’s alright, but not my thing,” he responds, as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Plus I think I’m just gonna stick with something simple. No twirly shit.”
You chuckle at his description of the font. “I didn’t mean for your tattoo, Jayj. I meant for me.” And that catches him off guard.
Unraveling his arms from around your waist, he moves to stand in front of you. “You’re getting a tattoo?” he questions.
A bit annoyed at his disbelief, you roll your eyes. “Why is that such a big deal?”
Racking his head for an answer that won’t make him sound like a dick, the best he comes out with is “well, it’s just not very… you.”
“Maybe that’s the point.”
JJ lifts his hands in defeat. “Hey, it’s your body. Your body, your choice, and all that, or whatever.” You chuckle at his wording. “What would you even get?”
“JJ, duh.”
His eyes widen. “You’re not serious.”
“Why not?”
He stares at you for a minute, looking deep into your eyes, trying to see if you’re joking with him, but he can’t seem to find any nervousness. “Well damn. Where are you gonna get it? And don’t say your ass because that would just be copying me.”
You roll your eyes. “No, I was thinking on my hip, right above my bikini line, you know? And it wouldn't be big or anything, just two J’s. No extra swirls or details or whatever.”
JJ puts his hand to his chin as if he needs to think it over, before stepping as close to you as possible and whispering in your ear, “that’s kinda hot, honestly.” He punctuates his comment with a kiss on the inside of your neck, and before you can do anything more you hear a clearing of breath from the tattoo artist.
“You’re up next.”
The two of you break apart from one another as if you’re fifteen and you’ve just been caught making out by the lockers during class time. JJ winks at you before laying down on the cot. “Alright, man, tat my ass up.”
Two weeks later…
“Kie!”
“Wake up!”
“Get up, Kie!”
“You’ve gotta see this!”
“Alright, I’m up!” Kiara relents, rolling her eyes as she wakes up from a heavenly nap in the hammock on the employees-only floor of the tackle and bait shop. “This better be an emergency.”
Sarah, John B., Pope, and Cleo squint a bit at her casual threat. “Okay, so it’s not exactly an emergency,” John B. clarifies. But before Kiara can object again, he explains, “JJ has an ass tat!”
“What?” Kiara asks, still a bit dizzy from her nap.
“JJ has a tattoo on his ass,” Pope clarifies proudly, and Cleo rolls her eyes in response.
“I know what an ass tat is, thank you very much,” Kiara bites back. “And why do we care that JJ has one? And also, how do you know that he has one?”
“Okay, well, you know how sometimes JJ doesn’t wear underwear?” John B. asks.
“Gross, but yes, I think we’re all unfortunately aware after the regrettable cliff diving incident last July.” Everyone shudders in horror at the memory.
“We care because it’s not something JJ-y,” Sarah explains. “He has a tattoo of someone’s initials!”
“And it’s not like JJ to, you know, ink anything remotely sentimental on himself. To be honest, I was surprised he didn’t get a joint tattooed on his ass first,” Pope elaborates.
“Well, what are the initials?”
“Y/I. And I can’t think of anyone with those initials.” John B. answers.
Now invested in the mystery of JJ’s ass tat, Kiara concentrates, trying to think of who she might know with those initials. Coming up with nothing, she asks, “Are we sure it’s not just something stupid?”
“Come on, Kie. It’s JJ. If there’s anything we’re sure about, it’s that there was a high level of stupidity involved in this decision,” Pope answers.
“Fair point,” Kiara concedes. “How did you even see the tattoo?”
“John B. walked in on him sleeping butt naked,” Sarah confesses. He shoots her a look, and she smirks. “I’m just glad you didn’t find it cuter than mine.” John B. rolls his eyes in response, and Sarah chuckles.
“Never,” he says, before kissing her on the lips.
“Gross!” Pope interjects.
Elsewhere on the island, you and JJ are enjoying a day at your favorite secluded part of the beach. The waves never get especially big here so you’re not crowded by surfers, but it’s a nice area to get away from it all and simply relax with one another.
You’re lounging on a towel, letting your back tan, as you engross yourself in your current book. Right next to you, JJ sits shirtless on his towel as he does whatever on his phone. It’s been relatively quiet for a while until you sense your boyfriend starting to stir.
You glance over at JJ only to see him typing incessantly on his phone.
“Babe?”
“Yo,” he says in acknowledgment, but without looking up from his screen.
You roll your eyes and move over onto his towel, making yourself comfortable behind his bare, sun-tanned back. Looking over his shoulder, you try to make out what he could possibly be doing.
Wrapping your hands around his stomach, you feel his abs tense under your fingers. “What’s going on?”
“I think our cover might be blown,” he answers, placing his hand above his phone so you can see the messages in the blaring sun.
John B.: Please tell me she’s not a kook.
Sarah: Hey 🙁
Cleo: We want to meet her!
Pope: How did you convince her to go out with you? Is she being held against her will?
Kie: I stfg JJ if you don’t just tell us her name.
Sarah: We’re at the usual surf spot on the beach, bring her over!
Pope: You have to come now because I need proof that a real human woman agreed to go out with you. Also if she doesn’t exist then JB owes me fifty bucks.
“Your friends are funny,” you say into his ear, and he smiles wide.
“So, what do you say? Do you want to meet them? I know we’ve kept this thing a secret but I guess it’s pointless now.”
“I’d love to meet them,” you respond, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and packing your book, towel, and your cover-up into your bag.
Once you’re all packed, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest. “Thanks for doing this, babe.” He lightly presses his lips to yours.
“Don’t thank me, I can’t wait to meet your friends and hear all the embarrassing stories you haven’t told me. And of course I’ll have to share some of my own in return.” You return his kiss, and for a few seconds the two of you just stand there, kissing under the hot sun. His tongue makes its way into your mouth, and you tug on his messy blonde strands in response. He moans into the kiss, but before it can get too heated, you pull away. “As much as I love this, if we don’t stop, I don’t think we’ll make it in time to meet your friends.”
“Who cares about them?” he jokes, before pressing his lips to you again. And then, in signature JJ fashion, he grabs your bag in one hand and tosses you over his shoulder.
You shriek in response. “JJ put me down!”
“You’re the one who wanted to hurry. I’m just making sure you don’t get distracted.” As he walks you to his truck, you giggle at being held upside down, swatting his butt playfully.
Meeting his friends goes great, and you easily fall into a rhythm with Sarah, Kiara, and Cleo. John B.’s extra welcoming since your existence means that Pope now owes him fifty bucks, and by late afternoon you’re all relaxing around a bonfire. Gathered in a circle around the flames, you swap embarrassing JJ stories and enjoy just getting to know the Pogues. You pass around a joint, and a comfortable silence grows among the group, interspersed with a few chill conversations. Lounging in between JJ’s legs, his hands begin to wander before settling comfortably on your hips.
He plays with the hem of your cover-up, pulling it up and down ever so slightly. Sarah sits next to you, tugged under John B.’s arm. She glances around the group before she notices a bit of ink along your bikini line. “Ooh, that’s such a cute spot for a tattoo, what is it?” she asks.
You feel your face warm and JJ shoves his head into your back, chuckling at the situation.
The rest of the group looks confused at JJ’s reaction, and now everyone’s attention is on the both of you. Realizing there’s no way out of this, you meet JJ’s fingers at your hip and ever-so-slightly move the string on your bikini bottom so that Sarah can make out what it says.
She squints. “Oh my god! You have JJ tattooed on you!”
Everybody else’s eyes go wide and they all look at you in shock.
“Really?” Pope asks, questioning your judgment, and Cleo slaps him in response.
“Leave her alone, it’s cute.”
You smile at Cleo in thanks, and JJ looks at Pope. “Pope, it’s like the hottest thing ever, I swear. The sex was great already, but now–”
You cover JJ’s mouth with your hand in embarrassment, as John B. smirks in amusement. It’s silent for a second before JJ decides to lick your hand and you immediately pull away. “Ew!” you shout, and your boyfriend howls in amusement.
Standing up from between JJ’s legs, you wipe your wet hand on your cover-up, before tugging it off. “Anyways, I’m going to go for a final swim before the sun goes down completely. Anyone want to join?”
“I just want to finish my beer, but I’ll join you in a minute,” Sarah answers, and you smile. Cleo and Kiara nod in agreement, and you make your way into the water. But before you can reach the ocean, JJ runs up to you and lifts you off the ground. You yelp at his antics, and again he lays you over his shoulder. He turns around to wave at the group as they laugh at the two of you.
The rest of the Pogues look on as JJ drops you into the water. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but they might be perfect for each other,” Pope confesses.
Everyone nods in agreement. “They’re adorable,” Sarah adds. “Absolutely adorable.”
so... please let me know what you think! I don't currently have a taglist, but if you'd like to be tagged in my next jj fic, please send me an ask :)))
blurb request here!! something where reader is napping somewhere in the chateau while the rest of the pogues are just in the main area talking and whatnot. reader wakes up kind of grumpy and grouchy, bc she was woken up, and just goes to jj and just hugs him just because, and everyone's just gushing ab how cute they are, etc? i love ur writing <33
when I was editing my blog and I decided to put requests in my ask box, I literally thought no one would ever request. So I really appreciate you. It means the world to me that you think of me.
Goodmorning Sunshine
sleepy!reader x jj name a better duo<33
pouges x platonic reader :)
word count: 1,935
a/n: I haven’t posted any of my writings in months, I had every intention of fulfilling requests in a timely matter. I started them as soon as I got them. Lots of things did come up in my personal life where I just couldn’t write. I have a ton of WIPS. I hope to get back to them soon. Thanks for being patient, and I’m sorry this took so long.
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Your cheek was pressed against the back of your hand as you slept. The afternoon air surrounding the château was warm as you napped. You were peacefully sleeping as the rest of the pogues talked quietly on the porch.
JJ stood leaning against the wall talking. When a particularly loud laugh or shout would occur JJ would shoot his friends a glare. Because obviously his girl was just inside, and she needed her beauty sleep.
Your glasses were still on during your slumber. They were disheveled and pressed on the bridge of your nose and near your eyebrows.
Sarah came in through the screen door to use the bathroom when it slammed shut. She cringed with her eyes crinkled shut. She carefully opened one eye and glanced at you as you whined and started mumbling.
"shit shit shit." Sarah muttered.
"I'm sorry y/n." she whispered and speeded down the hall.
You took all the sleepy strength you had in you to sit up. You palmed over your face causing your glasses to fall off over your head and land somewhere on the mattress. You frowned staring off into space when John B came in looking for another pack of beers.
"Oh no! who woke the princess?" John B smiled.
"Shut shut UP!" you grunted as you threw your pillow at him.
"Where's-" you began. To no surprise, as your first thought after your slumber tends to only be of him.
"Don't worry your boy is right outside, ok?"
You only nodded slowly in reply and squinted around the dimly lit room in search of your person.
When Sarah and John B returned to the porch they all start giving JJ worried looks and shifty eyes.
"What?" he asks.
"What did you do?" Kie asks frowning at Sarah.
JJ's body tenses and whips his head around at your entrance. His body came off from against the brick wall to face your direction.
You struggle at first with the screen door, then with a grunt, it swings open. And there you are making your way towards him and mumbling how your gonna take care of Sarah later.
It was almost zombie-like, the efforts you made to get to him. You hung your head low, pushing past the rest of the pogues and sauntering over, arms swinging at the ready.
JJ watched with adoration at your sleepy figure. It was an almost dive into his chest. You came stumbling over to him. Your face found home on his shoulder as you smoothed your arms around him.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you. Like he always does. He watched as you sank into him and found shelter in his embrace.
"You gonna say hello, or just make a pit stop here?" JJ asked as he ran a few fingers over your head of hair.
In response, you simply pushed your face into his collarbone and mumbled something along the lines of, "I found you."
"Always been just right here." JJ comforted.
You gave a weak hum in response, signaling you heard him. You started swaying a little in your hug. And he hugged you back a little tighter, holding you to him.
Kiara commented to the other pogues, "I thought she was going to be grumpy."
"I don't know, she looks pretty content in JJ's arms," Pope said making note of your peaceful demeanor.
Sarah who was expecting revenge smiled, "I mean look at them, It's like they're made for each other."
You felt your body relax, and your breathing started to get slower. The sun was shining on you and you felt safe. Safe leaning against him.
JJ felt your change in movement. The way you melted into him.
"Are you sleeping on me?" he asked.
You lifted your face away from his neck, "I don't know, I just-" you let out a sigh then continued, "need you. Needed to be close to you."
He took your face from resting against him and gently held it in his hands. He looked into your eyes, gazing at them like you were his only priority.
You felt the measure of his stare, and squinted right back at him.
"Or your just really comfortable and I haven't fully woken up from my nap." you poked fun.
He stroked both your cheeks delicately with his thumbs. Then with one hand holding your cheek, he carefully moved his thumb up under your eye and up against your nose. The pad of his thumb brushed the bridge of your nose.
He put his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.
He than took his other hand and using his index and middle finger smoothed over the red patch over your eyebrow.
It was JJs turn to bust out a laugh, "These from your glasses?" He questioned smoothing over the red indents on your skin.
You whined and pushed your forehead into his shoulder, "Stop it, I was sleeping" you grumbled.
He bent down and placed a kiss to your nose, causing you to scrunch your face.
You stood up straight in his hold, moving your arms to be tossed around his neck. You bumped your nose with his. You rubbed them together and whispered over his lips, "how about another?"
JJ lips turned upwards in a ghost of a smirk, before he slowly placed them on yours. You both smiled into the kiss. It was slow and sleepy and you felt sparks.
One of JJs hands moved up and slid into your hair, cradling your head. As yours stayed loosely around his neck. JJs other hand gripped your waist.
Before the kiss could go any deeper, John B threw a empty beer can that nearly hit the two of you. It hit the wall you and your boyfriend were nearly making out on with a loud smack. It then spun around and landed by your feet.
"Hey lovebirds! Quit it will you, we don't wanna watch you suck your faces off!" John B shouted.
You turned around and shot daggers at John B. You were about to respond when JJ beat you to it.
"Oh John B your one to talk, don't act like you don't mack on Sarah any chance you get. We always have to watch." JJ then proceeded to raise his middle finger at John B.
John B was about to resort when Kiara stepped in, "It's true, you and Sarah do it more than them."
Sarah gasped while you smirked at her, "ha."
"I'd like to remind you that you and y/n just committed the crime of public displays of affection." Pope voiced and directed the attention back to JJ.
JJ put his hands up in defense, "Alright my bad, I admit it. The PDA police got me, take me away officer." He then put his wrist together and held them out towards Pope.
You laughed at JJ and his antics. Truth be told he'd do anything to make you laugh and to see your pretty smile. He was in heaven with you grinning at him like that.
"You'd go to jail for me?" you questioned softly.
He turned to you and nodded his head before he turned back to Pope and called out, "Pope! Am I under arrest?"
Pope looked around, "Yes you are, and I have three witnesses to prove it."
Sarah leaned her head on John Bs shoulder as she laughed and Kiara smiled at Pope.
"And my girl? She ain't going to jail. She didn't do anything. She's innocent, innocent I say!" JJ continued spewing testaments. That he would go to jail for you, even if a kiss was a two-person crime.
Pope got up from his seat to go mimic taking away JJ.
"Alright, If I'm going to jail anyway gotta make it worthwhile," JJ spoke in a much more calm matter.
He went to where you stood watching him with hearts in your eyes and planted a kiss on your lips. He then trailed up to your cheeks. He kissed your nose twice and peppered more kisses on your forehead and chin.
He held your face as you giggled and gasped out of breath "JJ! Stop please. JJ! I mean it."
JJ did let up on peppering your face with kisses when he kissed your lips one last time, and went down to your neck and left one single kiss there.
"JJ" you warned as his breath fanned over your neck where he just kissed.
"Don't" you pleaded, "Later."
He reclined and became face to face with you, and he whispered so only you could hear, "You'd let me go to jail for a kiss on your lips, but you won't let me give you a hickey in front of our best pals."
You looked at his twinkling eyes, and reciprocated the same tension he was giving you. You bit your lip still staring at him and nodded.
"Later." You whispered.
JJ cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, "right" he answered.
Meanwhile, The others sipped their drinks and averted their eyes. They gave one another an eyebrow raise and a double glance from you and JJ and than back to each other.
Kiara jokingly rolled her eyes at the pair of you and went back to her conversation.
Sarah decided to get back to talking about your relationship, "I love them honestly."
"Even when they get a lovey dovey?" Kiara questioned.
"Yeah, I thought she was going to come out here and tell me off for waking her up." Sarah took a swig of her drink as she kept talking.
John B laughed.
"But she just made a beeline to him, and look at her. She so calm and relaxed." Sarah finished declaring happiness for her besties.
"Although I am a little grossed out by their lovey dovey stuff as Kie calls it, I've never seen them so happy except when their together." Pope said providing his input.
"Couple of fools in love, if i ever saw it." John B commented.
"A pogue in love with a kook, If i ever saw you and Sarah," Kie spoke directed at John B.
"Ouch. I guess I deserve that." John B got knocked down a peg.
"Excuse me," Sarah exclaimed. She started throwing her chips at Kiara.
Kie just laughed. "I'm only joking. Cut it out." throwing her hands and legs up to dodge the attack.
John B stood up for her, "She can be a pogue at heart."
Sarah gave him a tight-lipped smile and showed him, love, through her eyes.
"It's really hard to hate them when I hear the way y/n talks about him," Kie mentioned
"What really what does she say?" Pope questioned.
"Yeah, sometimes I forget she's talking about JJ when she opens up to us" Sarah added.
You had confided in your best girlfriends Kie and Sarah as they usually want the juicy details.
Kie nonchalantly replied to Pope, "Just that she's in love with him, and she's never met someone that loves her like he does."
Pope glanced at you and JJ standing up and having your own conversation. Your arms were tangled around his torso and you gazed up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
JJ was smiling as he talked to you. He knew his friends were having their own conversation, probably about him. However, he didn't think to join in, maybe later. Right now he was with you. The only person he could ever need, ever love. His person. You.
Pope looked back towards the group, "I believe it."
okay jj with a girl who doesn’t know like anything about cars. like maybe her oil change light thing (idk wtf it’s called😭) has been on for forever and whiles she’s driving her car stops and she has to call jj and he’s like “how long has the light been blinking” and she’s like “i thought that was just a fun feature…🤨” because girl has never done anything with the car ever. or maybe she even gets scammed into paying a lot for something she didn’t need to because she didn’t know
stoppppp bc this could be me😭😭 (also this sucks but i’m tired and wanted to write something)
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“Princess?” JJ picks up his phone after the first ring, wondering what could’ve happened to you in the past ten minutes since you left him.
“Jay…” you sniffle and, although you can’t see him, you can hear some muffled noises on the other end, “My car stopped in the middle of nowhere.”
At the sound of your crying, he already started putting on his shoes and he’s grabbing his keys as he responds quickly, “I’m on my way. I’ll follow your phone tracking, alright? Don’t worry, princess, I got you.”
“Thank you, Jay,” you hiccup, “I don’t know what happened.”
“‘S okay.” He reassures you as he checks your location before putting the car in motion. “Are you hurt?”
You shake your head, then you remember that he can’t see you, so it quickly follows a whispered “No, I guess. Just scared.”
As soon as JJ’s eyes land on your car, he hits the brakes and stops his own, stepping out of it as fast as he can. He runs to you and you immediately open your car door to all but jump into his arms.
“Hey, princess, calm down.” He coos at you, smoothing down your hair. “Let me see what’s wrong.”
You unwillingly unwrap yourself from his arms to allow him to sit in the driver seat of your vehicle and check the issue. In less than ten seconds, he turns to you, raising one eyebrow as he asks, “How long has that light been blinking?”
Following his finger, you shrug your shoulders at the sight of the small red blinking light on the screen behind the steering wheel. “I don’t know. I thought it was just a fun feature.”
JJ’s eyes widen and he takes a deep breath as he runs one hand down his face. “Sometimes I wonder how you got a driving license.”
Summary: When Dean is torn apart by the hellhounds, you are there.
Pairing: Dean × GN!Reader
Warnings: Dean's death (3×16), blood, angst
Word count: 583
Author’s Note: a short thing i wrote while i was bored :)
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You were huddled in the corner of the room when the hellhounds entered.
You heard them tearing up Dean's flesh.
You heard his every scream. You saw the blood splash and pool around him.
You only realized you were crying when the silence returned but you remained there on the floor even when they left.
Sam approached his brother's lifeless body as you were shaken by loud sobs. Your hands were trembling and you wanted to scream but you probably wouldn't even been able to utter a faint voice if you tried.
Your eyes were so clouded with tears that for a few moments you saw nothing, you brought your knees to your chest and covered your head with your arms.
You wanted to disappear.
Instead you kept sobbing for a period of time that felt like years.
Before the hellhounds came in, Dean had smiled at you. How the hell could she have smiled? Did he want you to understand that everything was going to be okay? That you shouldn't have mourn him? That you shouldn't have been lying on the cold floor crying for hours? That you should have moved on? Fuck his smile.
You cried so much that your head hurt and when you felt a hand gently touch your arm you almost hoped it was all a nightmare and that you would wake up next to Dean.
Dean would hold you in his arms, whispering that everything was fine and that he was there with you. He would have stroked your hair and let you fall asleep on him.
Instead, raising your head slightly you saw Sam. He had cried too, and his brother's blood could be seen on his clothes. "Y/N" he whispered. You shook your head. You didn't want to talk to anyone. You didn't want anyone's comfort. The only person who could have made you feel better was the one who was making you feel so empty now.
After several minutes Sam walked out of the room giving you a sad look. You understood that he was giving you your space. You crawled to Dean's body. The stench of blood made you nauseous. Your body shook again with loud sobs as you curled up against him, soaking yourself in blood.
"Dean" you managed to say after a while. "My Dean". Your throat was burning and you were probably just making noises without much sense. "I'll make you come back" you managed to whisper, eventually.
You stayed close to Dean's lifeless body for what felt like hours. You took one of his hands in yours and it soon turned cold, but you didn't let it go. Your trembling fingers continued to hold him.
Sam came back, eventually. He told you it was late and you had to go. Go where? To burn Dean? No. You weren't ready. You didn't want to do that. You couldn't do it. Sam tried to stroke your back, to say that he too understood what you were feeling, to whisper that everything would be okay.
It didn't work. He had to force you to move.
You screamed Dean's name as Sam pulled you from his body. You screamed his name as his hand left yours and fell to the floor amidst his blood.
You kept screaming his name when Sam dragged you out of the house, whispering "I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry".
You kept screaming through your tears, and you didn't know that, in hell, Dean was screaming your name too.
summary: regret and angst surround JJ and Y/N after JJ ended their relationship thinking that you would be better off with someone other than him. of course, it's a small island so you can't avoid each other forever, leading to you both having to confront your true feelings.
author’s note: sorry, apparently all I can write are angst fics based on songs but the ideas just keep coming! hope you’re not sick of this and enjoy. also I think this is the most JJ dialogue i’ve ever written, I hope it sounds like him!
Sometimes, all I think about is you. Late nights in the middle of June. Heat waves been faking me out. Can't make you happier now.
JJ can’t sleep. There’s a storm raging outside his window but it's nothing compared to the one inside his head. Summer always comes with storms in the South, because when the heat of the days meets a cold front from over the ocean, the heat wave rises and humidity condenses into rain.
He paces around trying to quiet his mind and throws his hat to the ground when he can’t. He flops to his bed with a frustrated grunt, exhaling the deep breath he’s been holding in. You taught him those, but they don’t seem to work anymore.
JJ brings his arms behind his head as he stares to his ceiling, possessed by the lightening flashes in his window, momentarily illuminating the surface above him before returning back to shadows.
The blank stare in his eye deepens as he fixated on the ceiling, remembering how you loved to snuggle up during storms to listen to them. He remembers how your soft skin felt underneath the blanket with him, arms and legs tangled together in a nest of comfort in one another. He remembers how one particularly large clap of thunder could cause a slight jump in you and that he always found it adorable.
“At least now we can spend the rest of the day in bed. Storm rules, I don’t make them up,” he remembers you saying after he would complain about the storm causing him to miss a day of surfing.
When he would hesitate to join you, you would pout momentarily before bursting into begging pleases with a gentle yank of his arm leading him towards your bed. Sometimes he would hesitate on purpose just to trigger this response from you. He loved it. When he finally gave in, a huge smile would spread across your face before kissing him. That smile, he thought. That god damn smile that's burned in to his brain could get him to do anything.
He wishes the memory would warm him up but really, it brings him nothing but pain knowing that he pushed away that one thing that brought him nothing but happiness because he thought you’d be better off with someone other than him.
JJ groans and rolls over to lay on his stomach, taking the pillow in his hands and shoving it over the back of his head, applying pressure - certain that will help drown out the thoughts that are plaguing him tonight.
But nothing helps. And it's been five weeks.
JJ suffers through the restless night, thinking of only you and how he wished he could feel a kiss from you one more time. He desperately wants to cave, give in and call you. He opens his phone, the light illuminating his face in the dark room. He stares at your contact. He wants to apologize and take it all back more than anything. But in his mind, this was the best thing he could do for you. And so, he suffers, closing his phone and tossing it across his room, thinking he was doing you a favor.
If you love someone, you have to let them go, he recited to himself internally from under the pillow. He repeated it over and over in his mind until he was sure that he had done the right thing and at last, finally began drifting off to sleep.
JJ hoped that you were doing better than him. He hoped that he was right, and that you’d find more happiness with someone who could give you more of what you deserved than he could.
But little did he know, less than a mile away, you were in your bed doing the exact same thing.
Usually, I put something on TV. So we never think about you and me. But today, I see our reflections clearly in Hollywood, laying on the screen.
You love rain. You love how it pours down, washing over everything without discrimination. You love how after a rain, the grass is greener and the birds sing and you feel clean.
You are so thankful for the storm outside bringing you at least a little comfort in your bed that night. You haven't had any comfort like this in weeks, since JJ ended things with you.
Your favorite foods don't taste the same. You favorite shows can't make you laugh. The blanket on your bed and the water in your shower doesn't feel the same on your skin. Your bed suddenly feels big and empty with just you in it. Your mom doesn't know how to talk about it with you so she just stares quietly from the door, dropping off meals on your side table and picking up the last one that remains barely touched.
Desperate for a interruption from your persistent ruminating thoughts about not being what JJ wanted, you sit up against your headboard and reach for your remote.
Surely there is something that can distract me from this torture, you think to yourself, flipping through the channels on your screen, desperate for some type of relief.
You settle on a black and white film that you don't recognize. There's something about the grainy picture and muffled sound of old films that you’ve always found comfort in, even if you’re not paying attention to the plot.
But there’s something in the way that the male lead in this movie looks at his best friend in the movie that reminds you of how JJ used to look at you and now you know there’s no use in seeking distraction from movies. It's been five weeks and everything reminds you of him.
With a sigh, you sink back into your bed and roll over, wrapping yourself in your blanket to look out your window. After watching the lightening momentarily illuminate your room, you close your eyes to listen closely to the rain falling on your roof.
And when the thunder rumbles outside, you find comfort in the small rattle it causes in your sternum. This is the first thing you’ve felt deeply in weeks.
Of course, the storm makes you think of all the stormy summer days that you’ve spent with JJ. You can’t help him coming across your mind. He was everything to you, so of course you have your own personal storm of memories flooding your headspace, ending with the stinging pain of remembering how he ended things with you.
You wonder how he is. He’s probably at the Chateau with his friends anyway, probably not giving you a second thought, you think. How naive you are.
Even with that thought swarming in your mind, you feel a serious temptation to call him.
You open your phone, staring at his contact. You can’t bring yourself to delete the photos of him from your phone. It would probably make it easier to get over him, but you’re so scared to never have them again.
You almost do it. You almost press the call button.
He wouldn’t answer, you think. And just like that, the fleeting temptation is gone. You close your phone and set it upside down on your nightstand.
You have the feeling in your throat like you want to cry. But you’ve cried all the tears you had already today, so you’re stuck with that feeling in your throat and no way to relieve it.
You close your eyes and wish for sleep to take you. Maybe if you wish hard enough, it will come.
But when you close your eyes, all you can think about is the look on his face that night.
You just need a better life than this. You need something I can never give.
The text you got from him that night sent you into a panic.
Can I come over? Need to talk.
You tried to push it out of your mind. JJ needed to talk a lot, about all kinds of things. You shouldn't jump to the assumption that it's bad. There hadn't been any signs that he was unhappy in the relationship.
Sure babe! Whenever.
You responded, forcing yourself to act normal.
You swallowed the negative gut feeling you had down and prepared to wait for him to arrive, thinking he would come later in the night and then stay with you. But he was there within 5 minutes, knocking on your front door.
"Hey baby!" you greet him. He's standing with his hands in his pockets, he gives you a soft smile and small nod.
That's weird, you think. He moves inside and passes you as you close the door behind him. You turn around and step closer to where he's standing now. He's not immediately seeking physical connection with you like he normally would, either by snaking his arms around your waist or kissing you when he walked by. You move in to give him a kiss as you wrap your arms around his middle for a hug. He barely returns your kiss, and remains unmoving and tensed in your hug.
You pull your head away with haste, leaving your arms around him as you search his eyes for answers only inches away.
“What's wrong baby?" you question him.
He just stares down at you with hardened eyes, brows furrowed as he focuses on your expression twisting into concern.
Fuck, he thinks, this is going to be hard.
"JJ, please tell me what's going on," you beg him, stress building inside you at his prolonged silence and apathetic body language.
It seems to you like he's standing there, careless and completely indifferent to the concern he's causing you. But what you don't know is that he's in his mind screaming at himself to keep his resolve and act like he doesn't care when his first instinct is to rush and wrap you in his arms planting kisses all over your beautiful face to get that look off of it. He's a good actor.
"I've been thinking," he finally speaks, "And..."
"And?" you question.
"And I don't think we're right together, Y/N."
You pull away from him and step back, collapsing into yourself. You hear him continuing, but you don't understand the words. You can see his lips moving, talking at you but you don't comprehend the string of words that are blending together as everything around you goes quiet and your vision begins to blur with tears. Your wrap your arms around yourself to try and find comfort as he stands in front of you, just inches away but he's never felt farther.
You return to the moment and swallow the lump in your throat, wiping the tears at your eyes.
"No," you beg him, lifting your eyes to meet his. It's all you can say. What could have possibly changed since the last time you saw him to cause this? you think.
God damn, she's so stubborn, he curses internally. He didn't expect you to put up such a fight for someone like him.
"You deserve better than what I can give you Y/N," he presses you to see reason.
"What do you mean JJ? I don't understand," you plead between your continuing tears.
"I mean," he pulls his head away from you, dropping it into his hands with frustration, "that I'm not good enough for you."
"Of course you are," you take a step forward with an outstretched arm to try and comfort him, "where is this coming from?"
He jerks away from your efforts.
"Damn it, Y/N, why do you have to make this harder?"
"You think I'm just going to let you break up with me for something as stupid as this?"
"It's not stupid!" he yells. Exasperated, he stares at you with a look you've never seen on his face. Hurt, shame, embarrassment, and also anger all at once.
"You need someone who can take care of you! You need someone who can take you out whenever you want and buy you fancy dinners and dresses and jewelry. And take you to see the world like you've always talked about. And someone who can give you a comfortable home and life and everything that I can't give you!"
"JJ, what have I done to make you think that? You can take care of me! And I don't care about any of that stuff. Why don't you let me make that decision for myself?"
"You don't know any better," he says with a short tone.
"Excuse me?" you ask, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. You're offended now, "do you really think I am so small minded that I don't know what's good for me? Did how I feel about this ever even occur to you?"
He doesn't answer. You start again.
"JJ, YOU are what makes me the happiest. Even when you're acting like this, I still want you. I do feel like you can take care of me and build us a home together. If you think I'll be happier without you, you're crazy."
This isn't working, he thinks to himself. He rushes to figure out how he can convince you. What will he have to say? Unfortunately, that leaves you with the perfect amount of time to jump to conclusions. And it gives him the perfect opportunity.
"If you don't want to be with me, just say that. Don't pull this noble 'I'm saving you' bullshit," you mock him with air quotes, fighting now.
"Fine," he says, exhaling his anger and bracing to hurt you now. This is the only way you'll accept it.
"I don't want you anymore," he lies. Of course you're what he wants for the rest of his life, but he can't be selfish, he has to stay on task. This may be the hardest thing he's ever had to do, hurting the person he loves the most in the world.
"Okay then," you whisper with a nod, now fully understanding what this was about. Or so you thought. You begin to cry, breaking your eye contact with him and looking for anything in the room to focus on other than him.
For a moment, JJ falters when he sees what he’s done.
“Y/N wait,” he begins, taking a step forward with a hand outstretched to touch you, but you step to the side away from him. You walk towards your door and open it.
“Just go, please,” you say quietly, standing by the door and using it to block half of your body. JJ doesn’t see that the part of your body that’s hidden is leaning on the door to keep you standing.
He takes one last look at you through furrowed brows and sorry eyes. He wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. Probably that he loves you and that’s why he’s doing this, but of course you wouldn’t believe him.
JJ breaks his gaze from you and opens the glass door that remains in his way. His heart is breaking. His brain is yelling at him to stop, turn around and take it back, but his feet somehow keep carrying him forward.
The glass door is not even closed behind him when your knees fail you and you collapse to the ground in tears. You had been holding it in so well for too long and the audible pain you’re experiencing escapes you.
JJ turns around and sees you through the glass door, on your knees and sobbing into your hands.
He thought lying to you was the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he was wrong. He lies all the time. Standing there seeing you breaking like that and not rushing back to you to it all back is the hardest thing he's ever done.
You can't fight it, you can't breathe. You say something so loving, but now I gotta let you go. You'll be better off with someone new.
There’s a gentle knock on your bedroom door that pulls you from your book. And for a moment you think maybe it could be JJ. But you remember the pattern with which he used to knock and know it couldn’t be him.
Your door barely opens and you hear your mom call to you.
“Hey honey,” she says as she peeks inside to make sure you’re awake, then she opens it fully and enters.
You’re sitting on your bed, reading your tenth book in the six weeks since JJ broke up with you. You haven’t been doing much else at all. Your mom approaches your bed and sits on the side of it facing you.
“Hey mom,” you say quietly with a small smile, moving your bookmark into place and setting the book down in your lap.
“How are you today baby?” she asks.
“I’m okay,” you say with a shrug. It’s not a total lie. You have good days and you have bad days. You haven’t cried today which is always a small victory.
“I’m worried your wasting your summer away cooped up in here, Y/N. It’s already June and you’ll be back to school before you know it.”
You’re a little shocked by your mom’s words. She hasn’t acknowledged the break up or your behavior since very much. She’s mostly kept her distance and let you be, not forcing you to talk about anything. She’s even let you get away with stealing her wine and liquor, which you know she must have noticed by now.
“I just don’t have much else to do mom,” you respond with a defeated gesture. You’ve gotten out to go on a few walks in the last two weeks, but there’s too many spots on the island where he could be and so you avoid them all together for fear of seeing him. That doesn’t leave too many places to go.
“What about your friends baby?” she asks.
In truth, you grew apart from most of your friends when you started dating JJ a year ago. You spent so much time with him that you started seeing less and less of them, and you couldn’t blame them for being mad about that now. Of course you also had the pogues when you were dating JJ, but after your connection to them was severed, you haven’t kept up really. They were JJ’s friends first.
“I don’t really have any anymore,” you mutter, “not since…” you trail off. She knows what you mean.
“Well, that’s not true,” your mom cuts in.
“Yes it is mom,” you insist.
“I saw Sarah at the grocery store today and she asked me about you. She seemed very concerned.”
You don’t say anything, but your look must have told her to go on. You’re not sure you want to know what she told her about how you’re doing.
“I said you’ve been better,” she says jokingly. It does make you laugh a little. “Then she begged me to tell you about her birthday party tonight. She sounded like she really wanted you to come.”
Your attention was peaked and you raised your head to meet your mom's eyes. The excitement is fleeting though, and it dies down when you think about seeing JJ there.
"I don't know mom," you whisper, "what if he's there?"
"Who cares if he's there?" she shouts. "Show him that he hasn't broken you baby," she tries to empower you. She's always been very good at this part, being your friend. She had you at a young age and remembers what it was like.
"But," you start. "He has mom."
"I still see my same Y/N," she says. "And life goes by too fast for you to spend all this time in your room avoiding him just because he's stupid."
You contemplate her words. She tries again.
"Are you really going let him take away your summer like this? All these nights you could be spending with friends or making new friends? I simply won't let you spend another night in here wasting your youth. You'll be grown up before you know it," she lectures.
You know she's right. All she talks about it how fast she grew up and how you shouldn't wish your life away. But all you can think about is growing up and getting off the island. Going somewhere for college or maybe not and just moving somewhere to reinvent yourself.
Her words register with you. She was hoping to make you mad and she thinks it worked.
You exhale the breath you were holding in with a huff. No, no you won't let him take your summer from you. If the party was on Figure 8, you were sure he probably wouldn't be there anyway.
You lean in to hug your mom, throwing your arms around her neck and say "Okay, I'll go," while in her embrace.
She pulls away with a smile and says "That's my girl. Now let's pick an outfit!"
Your mom got you out of bed and helped you choose an outfit. She played music and made sure your spirits were high before you walked out of the door. She always talked about how she wasn't a good mom, but she was exactly the one you needed, especially in that moment when you needed a friend.
Of course, the confidence and excitement you were feeling with her died the second you turned your bike out of your driveway and were alone again.
The loneliness set back in and the pit in your stomach grew bigger and bigger until you considered turning back around and telling your mom you'd rather stay in with her all night. Sarah wouldn't miss you that much anyway, you thought.
Luckily, you prepared for this feeling and pulled your bike off as you passed an entrance to the beach on Figure 8. JJ definitely wouldn't be here of all places.
You leave your bike momentarily at the entrance, and make your way down to the beach. You find an empty spot close to the surf and sit down, thankful that the beach tends to empty after sunset.
You reach into your pocket and retrieve the joint you had rolled for yourself earlier that day and a lighter, silently thanking your past self. Like second nature, you stick it between your lips and light the end, inhaling the first hit and holding it in your lungs for a few moments before exhaling the smoke, closing your eyes to let the immediate comfort it brings you set in.
At least some feelings never change, you think, taking solace in the familiar feeling of the high taking over.
You take a few more draws from it while you listen to the crashing waves before putting it out in the sand and saving the other half for later, certain that you'll either need it or it will be an easy way to make friends at the party.
You make it back to your bike and hop on, finishing your ride to the party much more relaxed now.
Sarah’s house is full of people that spill out and litter the front and back yards. You enter through the opened front door, hearing the music blasting from the threshold. You wade through the crowd of familiar faces, offering a soft smile or small greeting to everyone you pass. It seems they’re not as mad at you as you thought which gives you more confidence to be there.
Finally, you make it to the kitchen to secure a drink, quickly combining a rough pour of vodka and orange juice to get you started quickly. When you turn the corner into the next room, you see a group of girls from school and move to speak to them.
You are welcomed into the group after some small talk and stand with them in a comfortable corner of the room. You pay attention to their conversation, relying on them mostly to carry it while you contribute here and there. The safety of the corner allows you to see around the room, watching everyone talking, singing, dancing, drinking, laughing. You missed this.
As you scanned the room, you finally spot Sarah several people over. You smile when you see her, having missed her friendship so much these last six weeks. When your eyes continue on their path, they suddenly fall on the group around her.
Pope, Kie, John B…. and JJ.
Just when you realize that he’s there and the sinking feeling returns to your stomach, Sarah looks away from the people she was talking with and meets your eyes. Her expression does not match the concerned one that begins to take over your features.
She smiles and waves at you. You muster up a small smile and return her wave.
She beckons you, asking for you to come to her.
Your eyes widen and glance to her left, signaling JJ’s presence. You give her a begging shake of your head and beckon her in your direction.
She looks to her left and realizes the meaning of your unspoken language. She slowly returns her head to face you and mouths “Ohhh.”
You laugh at her silly drunkenness while she makes her way over to you.
“Y/N!” she sings with a gleeful tone as she approaches you and pulls you slightly away from your group.
“Hey Sarah,” you say as she wraps her arms around your neck in a hug, “happy birthday.”
“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” she says next to you, continuing her hug.
“Kie and I both have,” she adds while pulling away to see you.
“I’ve missed you both too,” you return and an awkward silence falls over you two for a moment as you both decide not to bring up the reason you’ve been separated.
“Well I’m really glad you’re here now,” she says, linking your arms together, “we'll have to catch up while you’re here and you can’t go back in to hiding after this.”
“I’m working on it,” you say bashfully, finding comfort from talking about this with a friend. You considered Sarah one of your closest friends after joining their group. She has a way about her that makes you feel instantly comfortable and like you’ve known her forever. That must be why there were so many people here for her birthday, everyone loves her because she makes everyone feel loved.
Which is exactly why someone else approached her as you talked, pulling her away from your conversation.
She looked back to you and said “we’ll talk more later,” while being pulled away by the next guest wanting her attention. You nodded to assure her that you were alright being left alone. You returned to the group you were talking with and retreated back into your corner, able to keep an eye on all the guests to make sure one in particular didn’t surprise you.
You stayed there for what felt like an hour but could have been just minutes listening to the party around you. Everyone talking over the music and laughing at each other’s jokes, having a good time. Why did it seem like everyone could have a good time except you? It seemed like everything you used to be able to talk about had been wiped from your memory and you didn’t know how to contribute anymore. All you could do was stand there paralyzed, watching your peers enjoy life, moving on and growing without you.
Including JJ.
You couldn’t help but watch him when he was so close, laughing with his friends, joking with the people around him, passing through the crowd with effortless motion, completely weightless and smiling like there was nothing burdening him.
It made you lose your breath.
He’s totally fine, you think, trying to decide why you thought he would be anything else since he was the one to end it. You struggled to keep a full breath of air in your lungs as your chest began to rise and fall very quickly when the memory of him telling you that he didn’t want you anymore resurfaced.
Of course he doesn’t, your brain attacks you. Why would he want you when he could have any girl here?
You could see there weren’t any girls flirting with him, but your mind betrayed you by planting those toxic intrusive thoughts and then it was all you could think. Seeing him acting as if he couldn’t be happier convinced you that he never cared at all, that he was enjoying this newfound freedom even.
You excuse yourself from the group you were standing with and begin walking away, desperately needing to remove yourself from where you could see him so clearly. With no idea where you were headed and legs barely able to put one in front of the other, you had to stop to try and catch your shallow breath. You placed your drink on a table and brought your hand to your chest to try and steady your breathing.
When you pull your head up from where it was hanging between your shoulders, you instinctively look in his direction to see if he’s noticed you. You regret that.
JJ pulls his eyes away from Pope and meet yours across the room. The smile on his face falls from his lips, and light begins to leave his eyes. Of course he’s disappointed to see you, you think.
You hold his gaze long enough to see his eyes soften towards you and your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly again, heart beat quickening and breath hitching in your throat. Your panic is visible to him as you bring your hand to your chest once again to stop the sting you’re feeling in your heart.
Your flight response finally takes over, and without control you turn away from him to flee as fast as you can in your panicked state.
As you navigate slowly through the crowd, excusing yourself to every one you pass, you hear several muffled words faintly behind you and realize he is trying to get to you.
“Sorry, coming through,” you hear his voice behind you for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he’s following you, you pick up your pace, desperate for a way to escape him. Lost in the big house and crowd of people, you settle on a hall closet, jogging to the door as you feel his presence closing in on you. You open the door and rush in, turning around once inside to brace yourself against the door.
JJ gets to the door within seconds.
"Y/N, open the door," he begs you on the other side of the wooden barrier. You silently refuse, tears welling in your eyes at the sound of his voice.
JJ continued banging on it harshly and begging you to open the door. He tried opening it himself, but you hold the knob, using all of your strength to keep it closed against him. But you don’t have much strength to give. And he's stronger than your strongest.
You give up, retreating to the back of the small room, placing your back against the wall and sliding down to the floor with your knees in front of you to guard yourself from him, leaning your head against the wall behind you to try and regain your breath.
He invades.
The two of you have been in this closet before, under vastly different circumstances. The memory on both of your minds is obvious, creating a thick air of tension, but neither of you will mention it.
He catches one look of you crying against the wall and turns to face the door, leaving his back to you. He props his forehead against the door to ground him.
"What are you doing?" you question his odd movements, breaking the silence that hovered between you since he entered.
"Trying to give you some privacy," he responds.
"Why did you follow me in here then?" you plead between breaths.
Silence falls over you both again when he realizes his contradicting actions. He begins to gently tap his forehead repeatedly on the door.
“You’ve got to get over me, Y/N,” he exhales in a whisper.
You let out a sarcastic laugh at this.
“Yeah sure, I’ll get right on that. You got any tips? Seems to be working quite well for you,” you scoff.
"I just want to help," he says, ignoring your insinuation and thus confirming it further to you.
"You can't help when you're the cause, JJ."
That breaks him.
He turns to face you, taking the few steps that keep you distanced from him and crouches in front of you, eye level with you now.
"I don't mean to be, Y/N," he asserts, holding eye contact.
"What do you mean to do then, JJ? You can't just end things with me, act like you don't care and then follow me into a closet trying to comfort me again. It's confusing, J."
"You think I don't care?"
"What am I supposed to think when I see you out there just living your life unfazed by this, completely unbothered by not being with me? It's like you don't even remember how good we had it, and now we don't.”
A pang of harsh silence falls between you in the dim room.
"It does bother me,” he tries.
“Please go JJ, this hurts too much,” you ignore him.
“I can’t leave you like this,” JJ whispers.
“JJ, it’s too hard for me to have you so close in front of me like this when I can’t reach out and have you,” you sniffle out.
Those words hurt him. He silently stares at you. He’s thinking about it right now. He’s thinking about going back to how it was, just kissing you now and apologizing. He knows you’d take him back.
“Please,” you beg.
He stands and backs away now, having seen the pain he’s caused you. He could never make you happy again, now that he’s done this.
He knows one day you’ll be happy again, it will just take time and he’ll have to fight every urge to comfort you.
JJ walks to the door and pauses to utter “I’m sorry,” before gently opening the door and leaving you in the closet.
I don't wanna be alone. You know it hurts me too. You look so broken when you cry. One more and then I say goodbye.
It's been 6 days since you saw JJ at Sarah's party and one thing he said has been hanging in your mind since then.
"It does bother me."
You ignored him when he first said it, hopelessly refusing to believe him and just wanting him to leave you so that you could think again.
But since then, the words have lingered in your mind, dwelling on the words falling out of his mouth and how you dismissed it. Who knows where your conversation could have? And that "what if" has been tormenting you for days.
And that is exactly what brought you to tears that night, sitting alone again in your bed, crying over the loss of this same boy. You are starting to feel pathetic now, but how can you just move on when you had made so many plans with him? When you hadn't been prepared or even slightly seen it coming? You were completely blindsided.
That pathetic feeling you had for yourself quickly turned to apathy. You didn't care that you were still hung up on him because who was even around you to notice? And that apathy became rapidly dangerous as your sobs subsided for a brief moment and the tears cleared from your eye for long enough for you to see yourself pulling up JJ's contact in your phone.
I'm calling him, you thought. Your desperation and lack of pride becoming weaponized against you. You didn't care if he knew you missed him and needed him, he's the one person in the world you have shared your most vulnerable thoughts with. He's seen the deepest and most secret parts of you. You don't care if he sees that you're broken without him. He already saw you the other night.
You stare at his contact for several moments as you contemplated calling him. Your thumb hovers over the call button until you think fuck it, before you can talk yourself out of it.
Shamelessly, you press the button and swallow the growing nausea in your stomach as the phone rings.
JJ has been mentally kicking himself since he walked out of the closet leaving you the other night. He can't believe he let himself do that, abandoning you in that state.
Of course, he thinks he's doing what's right for you and so he lets himself suffer as he continues his internal battle of strengthening his resolve to let you go and giving in to his truly overwhelming feelings for you.
So when his phone rings and he sees your name on his screen for the first time in weeks, he hesitates to answer, unsure if this would end well.
After five rings, you're certain he won't answer.
Until in the middle of the sixth and final phone chime, he scrambles to slide the button and presses the phone to his ear before he misses his chance.
"Hello?" he answers. It sends an ache to your swelling heart and causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach at the same time.
Idiot, he thinks to himself, why did answer like you didn't know who it was. He squints his face and pulls at his hair in frustration, convincing himself there would have been something better to say as if that was the most normal way to answer the phone.
"Hey," you let out after holding your breath. You sniffle after saying it and thought it was quiet enough.
"Y/N, are you okay?" he jumps to conclusions hearing your stifling your cry, panic evident in his tone.
“Um,” you consider, “that’s a loaded question.” Physically you were fine, but you don’t think you could say you’ve been “okay” in weeks.
“Well, what’s going on? Has something happened?” he asks, trying to find out why you’ve called him.
“No, I just…” you trail off, unsure of what you planned on saying, “I just…. would you come over?” you blurt out.
JJ is silent for a few seconds, trying to suppress the immediate urge he feels to rush to you.
“I don’t know, Y/N… do you think that’s a good idea?”
The rejection of his response stings and the tears come rushing back to you. They spill over your eyelids and you can’t conceal the sound of your cries to the boy on the other side of the phone.
“Please J,” he hears you cry. “I just really don’t want to be alone,” you beg as you realize the true reason behind calling him. You couldn’t stand the solitude of heartbreak any longer. You needed a break from it even just for one night.
His heart breaks at the sound of your sobs. You voice is shaking in his ear and he can’t fight his instincts to be there for you any longer. He brings a hand behind his head and looks to his feet while holding the phone to his ear. He closes his eyes for a moment and accepts that this will fuck everything up, but he has to go to you.
“Okay,” he breaks, “I’m coming Y/N, I’ll be there.” And he hangs up the phone.
You try you best to subdue your crying before he gets there so that you don’t look like a total mess when he arrives, but your cries have been lasting longer than usual these last few weeks now that you have something to truly be sad about.
Ten minutes later, JJ arrives at your house and notices your mom's car is not in the driveway. Somewhat relieved that he won't have to face the disappointment of the woman that's treated him like her own son, he makes his way to the door.
He doesn't knock, he opens it and walks in like it's second nature to him. It is, really.
"Y/N?" he calls out.
He scans the living room for you and when he sees you're not there, he picks up his pace to the back of your house where your room is, knowing that's where you'd be. His nerves build in his stomach as he prepares to see you.
"Y/N?" he says as he opens your door without knocking.
You're sitting in your bed with you back against your headboard while you take in the sight of him there in your room again. He's in shorts and long sleeve t-shirt. The two of you stay like that for a few moments before saying anything.
JJ removes his hat and bends the bill of it between his hands, his nervous tick.
You're so tired of crying. You long for the day that you'll have no tears left to cry for him, but seeing him standing there with that concerned look on his face caused them to well again and stream out over your cheeks. You are the first to break eye contact in a vain effort to hide your whimpering from him, but he sees you.
At the sight, JJ drops his hat to the floor and moves to you. He doesn’t see the light that used to reflect in your eyes, or the big fun loving personality that he fell for. He climbs into his spot on your bed and takes you in his arms.
You melt into his embrace, this being the first time you’ve felt his warm touch in almost seven weeks.
JJ has to hold back a gasp at how frail you feel in his arms, having noticeably shrunken into yourself. He almost doesn’t recognize you from the sadness in your face, eyes and cheeks swollen and the tan fading from your skin from the lack of time spent in the sun. You’re a shadow of the person you once were.
He holds you while you cry into his chest, one arm wrapped around his neck to hold yourself in place and the other gripping the material of his shirt on his side. You want to hold on him so tight that he couldn’t leave even if he tried.
You had missed his embrace more than you realized and you savored it while he was there. His presence has such an effect of you that your breath begins to slow back down and you can hear his heartbeat through his shirt where your head is against him when your sniffling stops. You breathe in his familiar scent and smile slightly when you realize it will linger on your pillow and blanket that it’s escaped from during the weeks of his absence. His company has restored your calm and you finally wipe the last tears from your eyes.
"There we go," JJ coos into the top of your head when he realizes that you've stopped crying.
You lift your head to look at him, meeting his gaze and offer him a coy smile, showing slight embarrassment.
"I'm really glad that you're here," you admit.
JJ can't help himself. He takes your face in both of his hands to look closer at your swollen cheeks and puffy red eyes with a worried frown, assessing the damage he's done to you.
You can't help yourself either when he's holding your face like this. You've been missing him so much, down to the deepest part of you. If you'd known your last kiss would have been your last kiss, you would have leaned in just a little bit closer, held it just a little longer, cherished it just a little bit more.
And so, you think fuck it and boldly kiss him. You lean in the few inches that separate you from him and press your lips to his while he continues to hold either side of your face. Your hands are desperately grabbing at his chest and neck, searching for a way to keep close to him as he kisses you back. His soft familiar lips move in perfect rhythm with yours and you accept his tongue as it grazes against your lips and into your mouth to meet yours.
After a few seconds of savoring the feeling of his kiss that you'd missed so badly, you can't help but think he’s not kissing me like someone who doesn’t want me.
And just as if he could hear your thought, JJ pulls away, breaking your kiss.
"Y/N, we can’t do this." JJ keeps one hand in its place cupping your cheek and holding the back of your neck, but he drops the other to rest over the one you have rested on his chest.
"Why not?" you ask, pleading with your foreheads together.
"It's not right," he answers in a whisper.
"Since when have you cared about what's right?" you argue, lifting your head from where he was holding you in place so that you could look him in the eyes.
"I've always cared about what's right when it comes to you!" JJ shouts back, hurt by your insinuation.
You choose to ignore that statement. If he cared about what was right when it came to you, he would have never broken up with you.
You sit in silence for a few seconds, turning your head to break his stare, only the sound of your heavy breaths filling the room. You can't understand why he always insists on fighting you.
You turn back to face him, reaching out to place one hand on each of his shoulders, willing him to look at you. His body is aligned with yours, but he drops his head to the side to avoid your gaze.
"JJ, please," you state plainly, "I just want to feel something good." You have no trouble stating your needs. "I have been feeling so bad for so long and I just..."
He lifts his head and brings his eyes to meet yours, tears welling in them. They're looking softer and bluer than you've ever seen them. He stays silent, not protesting, and you take this as a sign to continue.
"And I just think..." you pick back up, "that if I knew it was our last time," you pause, "that I could move on easier afterward than I can with where we are now."
He says nothing, just looks at you. You can see the thoughts swirling in his head, see him deciding what he's going to do. It's so embarrassing for you to be putting yourself out there like this and him torturing you with no response. But you decide not to be embarrassed. It's JJ.
"If it's true that you don't want me anymore, then fine. You can leave right now and at least I'll know that you really mean that," you stop, waiting for a reaction. "But if even a little part of you wants me, even just a tiny bit..." you say, "let's just have this one more night together and at least we'll know it's the last one and we'll have closure." You squeeze your hands on his shoulders with searching eyes and a small faked smile, indicating you're done and it's time for him to decide.
JJ doesn't say anything.
He darts his hands to either side of your waist, lifting you and moving you to lay back on your bed. He lets out a deep exhale and brings his face to yours, kissing you fiercely. You relish in the feeling it gives you, moving your hands from his shoulders to be wrapped around his neck, fingers teasing through his golden hair, holding him closer and closer to you.
"Oh, baby," he moans against your lips, his hands tightening their grip on your waist and hip where he's holding you to the bed, "I want you so bad." That's him, your old JJ, returned to you, even if it's just for tonight.
"I want you JJ," you moan back. He breaks away to trail kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, to your neck and then to his favorite spot behind your ear. You run your fingers under the back of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his back and he raises from you momentarily to remove his shirt. He returns to his place at your neck while working his hand under the hem of your shirt to grasp at your bare chest for a few moments before moving his hand down along your skin to slip under the waistband of your shorts. You lift your hips to grind against his fingers. As he teases you, you stifle gasps and moans long enough to bring your lips to his ear and say "I want everything one more time, J," before you fully release yourself into the hold he has on you.
You feel his hand extract from you momentarily before a strong grasp tugs on your waistband to remove the layers that concealed you from him. JJ brings his left arm up to hold your hands above your head and with the other, he held your jaw gently between his thumb and pointer finger to look you in your eyes. He grazed his thumb over your swollen lips.
"I would do anything for you," he breaths out before kissing you hard on the mouth and continuing his work on your body.
I just wonder what you're dreaming of when you sleep and smile so comfortable. I just wish that I could give you that, that look that's perfectly un-sad.
JJ lay awake, his breathing only just recently returning to his normal pace. He had one arm tucked under his head and the other around you, clutching your sleeping form to his bare chest. You had one arm draped lazily over his middle, your sleepy fingers tickling his skin. How could he sleep after what just happened?
He didn't think he'd ever be able to sleep again. How could he live with himself?
He had one job. Break up with you and let you go. But that look on your face as you pleaded for him. How could he resist that? And he believed you. That you just needed him one more time before moving on.
JJ silently cursed himself, careful not to wake you. He had to savor the moment before you woke up.
JJ looked down at you sleeping silently next to him. He memorized the way your chest felt rising away from and falling into his side as you breathed. He shifted so that your head fell from his chest to the pillow beneath and he rolled on his side to face you. He felt your heavy exhaled breath flutter across his face.
Your hair had fallen into your face during the shift, so he lifted a hand to brush it out of your face.
JJ thought you looked so happy when you were asleep and wondered what you must be dreaming of. The smallest sweet smile apparent in your lips crushed him as he thought how he'd never be able to show you true peace like this.
He wished that he could be the reason for your smile instead of what you must have been dreaming about. Suddenly, JJ felt wrong to be there, intruding on you, invading your privacy. He felt he had to leave now before you could wake up and regret what you'd both done.
He shifted to lay on his back and exhaled a deep breath with a sigh before he made his move to leave. He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around for the rest of his clothes before silently standing.
He thought he would be able to get out unnoticed and slip away before having to have a difficult conversation. But the stirring and sudden absence next to you woke you.
Sometimes, all I think about is you. Late nights in the middle of June.
You stirred awake and reached for JJ but gasped when you saw JJ was gone from his place in your bed.
JJ froze in his place standing in your room, his shirt in hand. He watched you realize that he wasn't there. You shifted in your bed to sit up when you noticed JJ standing in front of you. He'd been getting dressed.
"JJ no! Don't you dare walk out of here," you raise your voice at him from your bed, tears threatening to flood your eyes.
"You said - " he shouts, an arm extended out in front of him in frustration.
"I don't care what I said!" you interrupt him. And you're not lying, you didn't care. "I care about what you said."
"What do you mean what I said?" JJ shouts.
"You SAID that you would do anything for me," you begin, "please explain to me how you could say something like that but not want to be with me?"
"Y/N, I really don't want to talk about it."
"No! We are going to talk about it JJ," you shout. "There is clearly something wrong! There's something you're not telling me."
"I'M wrong!" JJ seethes, throwing his shirt across your room in frustration.
"I - "
"No now you shut up!" JJ insisted, "if you're going to force me to talk, then you listen."
You blinked at him in disbelief. He's never talked to you that way.
"I am wrong for you, Y/N," he tries to say calmly, "I was laying there awake watching you smile in your sleep, thinking about how I can't give you that happiness."
Angry now, you scream "Are you delusional?!"
JJ starts to object but you cut him off.
"How can you be so blind and not see that I was happy tonight because you were here? And how are you SO SURE that I would just get over you like it’s that simple to me?"
JJ is silent.
"You mean to tell me that you've put me through this for months based on your delusional opinion that you're not good enough for me?" you can't help the tears that fall from your eyes now.
"Y/N, it's what's best for you."
"When will you trust me enough to let ME decide what's best for myself?" you shout.
JJ attempts to respond, but you continue shouting. JJ does too, both of you yelling from your spots in the room, arms flailing in an attempt to prove your points but with you both arguing at once, neither of you are listening.
You both settle down now that you've gotten your frustrations out through shouts. You're a little grateful JJ was yelling over you because you're really not sure of what you said.
"Can I go now?" you say chuckling quietly, asking for permission to continue. JJ nods and makes his way to sit on the bed with you.
"You do need to understand that I can judge what's best for myself," you start, "but also..." you reach your hand out to JJ's face, turning his head with your palm so that he will look at you when you say this.
"I need you to understand," you pause, trying to find the right words. "That your situation.... is not your fault. And you are worthy of my love regardless, and anyone's love for that matter." You're firm with your words. Even if he won't love you back the way you want, at least he'll walk away from this conversation having heard that.
JJ let your words wash over him. He closed his eyes and exhaled the breath that he was holding in. You saw his brow begin to furrow and you hoped that his silence meant he was listening to what you said.
He began to lean towards you and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in to rest against your chest.
You sat in silence for a few moments while you thought of what to do. You had one arm around JJ's back, and the other running through his hair, something you knew always calmed him down.
"I don't want to sit here and convince you to be with me," you trailed off, although you weren't too proud to beg.
"You don't have to do that at all, Y/N," JJ cut in.
"But..... let me just ask you this."
JJ lifted his chin, signaling for you to continue.
"Stop thinking about what you think is best for me for one minute."
He nodded.
"And tell me what you want. What do you want?"
JJ sat up from where you were holding him and looked at you for a few seconds. He smiled at you so sweetly that you thought you might burst.
And he said "To be with you. More than anything I've ever wanted."
You closed your eyes and let out the breath you were holding in, bringing your hands to your stomach to combat the swirling feeling you were having inside. It felt so good to hear him say that. A smile spread across your lips as a few tears streamed down your cheeks.
JJ leaned in to you after wiping a few tears of his own. He brought his hands to either side of your face, swiping at the tears that littered your cheeks with his thumb.
You opened your eyes to meet his gaze.
"Then be with me," you requested with a sweet laugh and slight shake of your head, "please." It really was that simple to you.
Then JJ crashed in to you, enveloping you in a tight hug with both of his arms wrapped around your neck. "Okay," he whispered into your neck where he was nuzzled.
He pulled back to look at you.
"If you insist," he grinned. It earned him a laugh from you. How he had missed that.
JJ interrupted your laugh by kissing you again. It was a long and desperate kiss. And after, he followed it with several short pecks, "mwah, mwah, mwah," he said in between. As if making up for lost time.
"'I'm sorry for all of the things I said," JJ admitted.
"I am too," you added. "Just talk to me about it next time?" you requested with a laugh.
i LOVE ur writing smmm could you please do jj maybank x reader where u guys get sent to go grocery shopping and end up getting kicked out because u were messing around 🫶
ur the sweetest ily!!! <3 i enjoyed writing this so much, thank you for the amazing request!!
supermarket shenanigans
pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
summary: see request!
warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos, allusions to sex, inappropriate behavior for a grocery store lol
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“Yo, d’you think John B would notice the difference between regular cheddar and extra cheddar Goldfish?” You glanced over at JJ from where you were scanning the shelves for the brand of popcorn Pope had asked for, where he was holding two almost identical looking bags of the tiny fish shaped crackers. “Like, I know he asked for extra cheddar but I kinda wanna get the regular one just to fuck with him.”
“You really wanna get between John B and his Goldfish, don’t come crying to me when he cuts your dick off in your sleep,” You replied, to which JJ’s eyes widened, and he instantly tossed one of the bags back onto the shelf.
“Copy that. What else do we need?” He asked, making his way over to slide his arms around your torso as he peered over your shoulder to look at the list on your phone.
You and JJ were on grocery duty this week, and seeing as the only thing left in the Chateau fridge was the stale butt end of some old bread, the two of you had quite a shopping trip ahead of you.
“Frozen pizzas and…Eggo waffles.” You recited off the list, maneuvering the shopping cart towards the frozen foods section with JJ hot on your tail.
The blast of cold air from the freezer as you yanked the door open raised goosebumps on your arms, but was a cool escape from the sticky heat of a summer day in the Outer Banks. You’d stay inside this air conditioned store forever if it weren’t for the impatient blond teenage boy currently sagging against you with his entire body weight.
“I’m bored,” He whined, digging his forehead into your shoulder.
You inhaled a sharp breath through your nose, because although you loved JJ, the heat radiating off his body was stifling. “Get away from me, J, you’re too hot!”
“Don’t I know it, babe.”
“Not what I meant.” You groaned, unpeeling yourself from him. “Why don’t you head over to pick up some fruit? Sarah wants white peaches and grapes.”
“Fine. I’ll leave you alone. Holler if you need something off the top shelf, short stuff.” JJ huffed, but you knew he was just poking fun at you.
“Kie said she also wants strawberries and bananas for smoothies!” You called after his retreating form, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the haphazard hand he waved over his head in response. JJ disappeared around the corner, and you went back to browsing the frozen pizzas.
It didn’t take long before you heard pounding footsteps coming back your way, then JJ’s voice.
“Babe, babe, look,” He sounded a tad too gleeful for your liking, and you already knew he was about to show you something he wasn’t supposed to. Turning around, your eyes clocked in on the eggplant he was holding over his crotch, then flicked up to his shit eating grin with a raised brow. “Look at my schlong, babe!”
“You wish it was that big.” You snickered.
JJ looked immediately offended, head cocked and nose wrinkled in maximum offense taken at your words. “Not cool.”
“Sorry.”
“So not cool.” He muttered, chucking the eggplant into the cart with a childish pout. You stifled a laugh, letting the freezer door swing shut before following JJ as he stomped back to the produce section. Grabbing a few produce bags, you milled around, picking up some fruits and veggies to toss into the cart for the week’s dinners. Free food from The Wreck was nice, but you were starting to feel a little bit guilty about freeloading off the Carreras for so long.
JJ was still moping around from your earlier jest, and now you felt bad, so you came up with your own way to cheer him back up.
“Hey, J,” You lilted, attempting to get his attention. No response. “Wanna see my melons?”
That got him good. His head whipped around so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d given himself whiplash, eyes wide at the chance of possibly seeing your boobs. His shoulders slumped in disappointment, however, when he saw that you were in fact not flashing him, but holding two mini watermelons in front of your chest.
“Funny.” He deadpanned.
“You didn’t actually think I was gonna show you my tits, right?” You snorted, making your way over to him with your hands on your hips. He shrugged, letting his hands slap against his sides disappointedly. “We’re in public, baby.”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
Your face grew warm, and you reached over to shove his chest lightly. “Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me you’re shy now, Y/N,” JJ smirked, catching your hand and bringing it up to kiss your palm. “What was that thing you were asking me to do last week at the beach? Wanted me to take you in the back of—”
“Oh my god, stop it.” You hissed, wrenching your hand back.
“Gimme a kiss and I will,” He countered, puckering his lips at you. You shook your head with a snort, shoving your palm into his face instead of granting his request.
“Get a grip, dude.” You moved to walk away, but JJ lunged at you, grabbing you and spinning you around in a circle before setting you down again. “JJ!”
“I’ll get a grip on you, sweetheart,” He growled, biting at the side of your neck gently.
“Did you just bite me?” You exclaimed incredulously, scrunching your nose in confusion. JJ mumbled something unintelligible, planting a soothing kiss over the spot he’d just bitten instead of answering your very obvious question.
“Kiss. Now.”
“JJ—”
“Please?” He pleaded, squeezing your hip. “I’m dyin’ here, woman, gimme something!”
You braced your hands on his biceps, craning your neck to brush your lips against his ever so gently, and JJ’s eyes fluttered shut in anticipation for your sweet kiss. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to knee him in the balls—not too hard, you still needed those working for later—and then scamper away.
“Jesus fuck—ow!” He swore, doubling over in pain. “Baby, what the fuck?”
“Come and get me, blondie,” You taunted, winking at him before disappearing around the corner of a shelf. JJ only faltered for a second before he took off after you, heavy boots pounding on the tile as he chased you through aisle after aisle, dodging some very annoyed shoppers with his barging across the store.
You, on the other hand, were a little more polite about it, weaving through carts with a ‘so sorry!’ to every person you passed. In hindsight, inciting a chase in the grocery store wasn’t your best idea, but now that you’d started it, there was no going back. Not until JJ caught you.
Skidding to a stop in the pet food aisle, you bent over, bracing your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t see or hear JJ anywhere, which was a good sign. It meant you could take a break and—
“Gotcha, sweetheart,” JJ’s breath was warm against your neck as he collided with you out of nowhere, snatching you up around the waist and nearly bowling you over in the process. He squeezed you impossibly tight, so tight that your attempts at wriggling out of his arms soon proved a wasted effort. “Thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” You lilted, winding your arms around his broad shoulders with a sheepish smile.
“Solid effort, I’ll give you that.” He hummed, mirroring your grin. “Now can I have my kiss? Please?”
“Yeah, alright,” You’d barely gotten the words out before his lips were moving against yours in an eager kiss. As always, you melted right into him, the feeling of his hot mouth on yours turning you into putty in his muscular arms like it always did.
“Excuse me, ma’am, sir,” Your kiss with JJ was interrupted by a sharp, nasally voice cutting through the atmosphere, causing you to pull away from your boyfriend with a start. Behind him was a severe looking man in a shirt displaying the store’s logo, frowning at the both of you like you were merely the gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“Hi. So sorry,” You felt your cheeks flame embarrassingly hot at being caught making out in a random aisle, pushing one hand against JJ’s chest lightly to stop him from going for another kiss, drawing a pout from the blond boy. “We were just—”
“We’ve been getting some complaints from other shoppers about disturbances to the shopping environment and concerns of inappropriate behavior from the two of you. We’re going to have to ask you to please leave the store.”
“Come on, man, we were just messing around,” JJ sighed, shifting around to face the guy with a half-assed shrug.
He didn’t look amused. “Please make your way out of the store, or I’ll be forced to call the police.”
“No need for that, we’ll go,” You said quickly. Another run in with Peterkin and Shoupe was definitely something neither you nor JJ needed. “Sorry again for the disturbance.”
Before anyone could say another word, you tugged JJ out of the grocery store and back into the sweltering heat of the parking lot, not stopping until you were safely making your way to the Twinkie parked crookedly towards the back.
“That was so embarrassing!” You groaned, covering your face with your hands.
“Disturbances to the shopping environment, my ass,” JJ rolled his eyes, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Those folks got sticks up their butts.”
“We were being a bit disruptive.” You admitted, smiling guiltily.
“Only because you wouldn’t give me a kiss. If anything, this is your fault.”
You shot a playfully pointed look at him. “Whatever.”
“So…how do we tell everyone we didn’t actually get any groceries?”
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 500
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five |
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: self doubt from y/n, but mostly fluff
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: v late once again, but short wholesome piece
Y/N had one of the longest days it felt like. It was her night to make sure little Maybank fell asleep once she would wake up in the middle of the night, sobbing her little heart out. She would feel frustrated–like something was Y/N’s fault. Every other mom made it look so easy–even JJ and the other Pogues. They would hold her and the sobbing would stop.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Dad jj idea: JJ’s baby goes to the first day of preschool but he gets super clingy and misses her 🥺 please ”
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 600
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five |
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cuteness, anxiety ridden jj
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: it’s been a bit since i posted and i’m sorry! life got chaotic. here is another part to the mini series. i hope you enjoy!
No one ever warned JJ what it would feel like dropping off his daughter for the first day of preschool. He was only warned about the dreaded future of having a teenage daughter, filled with awkward conversations and when they would begin dating, the arguments, the intense emotions that would come with puberty.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ a concept: a fic where dad!jj and his baby daughter celebrate their first Christmas and he, despite not having much money, tries to give everything to the child ❤️ ”
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: xxx
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five |
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 650
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: mini series strikes again with a cute christmas day with dad. i love it! thank you for requesting!
Nearly an inch of snow covered the streets and lawns in the Outer Banks. The trees weren’t exactly layered with snow, but a few branches held contrast from the bright white and the dark green leaves. As much as the Maybank’s loved the snow, it almost meant that the AC would be working hard to keep the house warm, along with their baby daughter who recently turned one a few weeks ago.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Or dad!JJ where he goes out with his baby daughter and she gets cold so he gives her his sweater 😻 love you ”
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 600
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight |
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nothing but fluff and cuteness!
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: here is another small piece for the maybank’s series! very cute and wholesome!!!
The three Maybank’s sat on the beach, bundled up during a winter morning. The coastal winds were strong today, but Y/N and JJ made it a family tradition to watch the sunrise every Saturday morning. They would make it to the beach before tourists could claim a spot (but only winter birds would be the only ones fighting for the spot, everyone else would argue it’s rather cold to be on the beach.) But on their picnics, Y/N would bring finely chopped fruits, juice, and other snacks for them to enjoy as the sun wakes up for the day.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Dad!JJ when his baby daughter gets hurt (maybe in something hot) and he gets really worried 🥺 ”
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kid gets hurt
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this will be shorter pieces for the series, but i tried making it as cute as can be with jj and his daughter.
JJ held his daughter with one arm, pressed against his side as he cooked dinner for the Maybank family. Sarah called Y/N a few minutes ago, claiming she needed some girl advice regarding John B. JJ had slight interest in hearing what Sarah had to say, but he was more inclined to hang out with his daughter and make dinner for Y/N and Y/D/N.
Summary: You should've had enough time to go back to the Chateau and go home. Both of them noticed how anxious you were. And JJ insisted you stay
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and fluff (:
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: Just pretend I posted this on time bc I'm like three minutes off
Hurricane Agatha. Who would've thought she'd be coming in today? John B had rushed straight back to the Chateau knowing that at least someone would be there. And he found you and Pope, sitting on the porch chatting about school. He pulled the van around quickly pelting the two of you in dust. He quickly jumped out of the van and almost ran to you and Pope on the steps. John B spoke quickly and waved his hands around while he talked. You couldn't understand anything that he had said other than 'hurricane' and 'surge'.
Pope sighed and got up from where he was seated next to you. John B walked towards the Twinkie after Pope, almost too excited to go surfing. He jumped into the driver's seat and turned his head to talk to you, only just then realizing you hadn’t followed them. He looked over at you still sitting on the steps. He honked the horn and you looked up, seeing both of the boys staring at you from the van. They didn’t realize that you were practically frozen to the steps by fear.
"You comin'?" John B called. You decided to push your anxiety down and join the boys anyway. Agatha couldn't be that close to the island yet.
"Yeah. She's stuck boarding up the restaurant with her parents. Oh, and I have no clue where JJ is," he added. He glanced at you in the mirror but you didn't notice. You were focused on the dark clouds sitting at the edge of the horizon, black and purple in color.
"Yeah. She's stuck boarding up the restaurant with her parents. Oh, and I have no clue where JJ is," he added. He glanced at you in the mirror but you didn't notice. You were focused on the dark clouds sitting at the edge of the horizon, black and purple in color.
You arrived at the beach and the wind had started to pick up, whipping you to the side when you stepped out of the van. You could feel the sting of the water falling as it started to get heavier. You absentmindedly searched the beach for JJ hoping that he was already here, but to no avail.
You watched John B and Pope rush over the small wind shadow dunes and you tried your best to keep up with them.
"It's a double overhead out there, bro." John B says excitedly, looking back at you. He shifts his board under his arm.
"Double overhead?" Pope questions.
The three of you stop at the sight of the small and seemingly unfitting "beach closed sign" warning of the hurricane. You chuckle slightly at the irony of it. You look over to John B and Pope who are looking out at the massive waves slamming into the shore.
"Those aren't surfable waves," Pope voices his concern.
You decide to yet again push down the growing anxiety in your gut and start running towards the water with your board.
John B laughs and playfully smacks Pope on the chest. "Unsurfable? Says who?" He asks, running after you before Pope can say anything else.
You're already out in the water, feeling the waves beneath you and finding your balance on the board. You use your arms to wade yourself further out. The sound of the wind and the angry water around you is almost deafening. But of course, you can hear John B’s laughter as he paddles behind you. You grip your board tightly in anticipation of the wave approaching. You glance back at John B and can’t help but smile at the goofy grin on his face as he attempts to stand up and fails miserably as the very large wave slams him off of his board. His head quickly pops up out of the water and he looks around for a moment. Pope shouts something inaudible behind you, but you were focusing on something else. You watched the almost black sea slowly rise up and down as you sat on your board, bringing you with it on the choppy waves. You’ve never seen the water like this. It only added to the deep pit in your stomach.
Out in the distance, there was a large wave picking up. The crest of the wave started foaming up as you started to approach it. Preparing yourself, you mounted up on the surfboard and, surprisingly, didn’t slip. You kept one hand on the back of the surfboard (which was loaded with Billabong and Quiksilver stickers). And, five seconds later, you slipped off of the board and wiped out, tumbling into the water. The cool crisp water invades the surface of your skin. You blew water out through your nose as you swam up towards the surface of the water. You instantly reached out and grasped your board, taking in a big gulp of water as you tried to breathe. You coughed for a moment, trying to clear the water in your lungs, then pulled yourself back up onto the surfboard.
Safely back on your board, you glanced around looking for John B and Pope. You caught a glimpse of Pope sliding across a wave away from you and successfully staying on his board. The already harsh waves were getting worse, and you couldn’t help feeling like a buoy out at sea, suddenly feeling sympathy for them as well. You wiped at the water on your face and saw John B sitting on his board as well. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked out at the horizon. You looked in the direction he was staring. In the distance, just as far as the rain would let you see, there was a ship practically heading straight into the storm. Why the hell are they taking a ship out in this? As if you could hear each other's thoughts, you and John B looked at each other at the same time. You both shrugged your shoulders, unsure of what to make of the situation.
“Guys, these aren’t surfable anymore!” Pope shouted from behind you. John B nodded and waved to him. You glanced back towards where you had spotted the boat, but it was already gone.
“C’mon y/n, let's head in!” John B shouted to you. You nodded and waded your way back towards the shore until your feet could touch the sandy ocean floor.
Pope was already back at the van by the time you and John B came over the small sand dunes. John B put your boards on top of the van and secured them tightly so they wouldn’t blow off of going down the road.
“You coming back with us Pope?” John B asked. Pope shook his head and his shirt over his head.
“I’m going to head home, help my dad with any last-minute preparations. It’s not that far. He’ll be worried if I’m not back anyway.” John B nodded and turned to you with a look that said don’t even think about it.
“I think I should head home, too,” you stated weakly. Pope slipped on his shoes and looked up at you.
“Really? I’d say your chances of making it there on foot are not good. It’s farther away than the Chateau is from here,” Pope stated. “I’ll catch you guys later!” He said as he ran down the road towards his house. You turned to look at John B, anxiety starting to bubble back up into your throat.
“I need to go home,” you said flatly, which caught his attention. He gave you a soft smile and opened the van door for you.
“Hop in, the storm won’t be that bad. We’ll get there in time,” he said, hopping into the driver’s seat and waiting for you. You reached into the back of the van and grabbed a pair of your shorts and slipped them on before getting into the passenger seat. You subconsciously played with the string on the shorts as John B headed towards his house. He looked over and could see the worry on your face and watched as your fingers aimlessly fiddled with the string.
“Hey,” he started in a calm tone. “We’re almost there. It’ll be okay, y/n,” he said. You didn’t miss the hidden meaning in his words. It’ll be okay. You glanced over at him and gave him the best smile you could manage at the moment. You could already tell how strong the wind was, doing its best to push over the van as the two of you made your way down the debris-covered road. It did not look like this when you had left earlier. A sudden wave of nausea took over you as you neared the chateau, the trees around it looked like they were ready to come out of the ground.
You and John B both leaped out of the van and bolted for the door as quickly as you could. The rain pelted you and it was as if you had just stepped out of the ocean again. Goosebumps shot across your entire body and the two of you burst through the door into the warm room. Once inside, you noticed an all too calm JJ sitting on the couch, and a quick second of ease fell over you. JJ smiled at you as you walked past him towards the bathroom.
“You guys get caught in the storm?” he asked. He waited for a response from you and got nervous when you didn’t say anything. JJ looked up at John B with a confused look. John B just frowned and shook his head as you walked back towards them. JJ stood up opening his mouth to say something to you but you walked right by him. He quickly closed his mouth and moved towards John B who was leaning up against the wall.
You felt like your heart was about to be out of your chest. A panic attack that had been bubbling up all day was about to spill over. You no longer paid any attention to the boys. You were going to ask John B to leave but decided against it. You could always just walk out, regardless of how dramatic that would be. Your window for leaving was shrinking the more you thought about this. You paced back and forth for a moment before sitting on the couch, attention focused on anything but the windows.
“Is she okay, man?” JJ asked quietly.
“I think it’s the storm. She’s been off since I picked her and Pope up,” John B answered. The two watched you for a moment as you sat on the couch. Your leg was bouncing up and down and your fingers were still playing with the string on your shorts. JJ wanted to hug you and tell you everything was going to be okay, but he knew that you would probably punch him right then and there. John B felt just as bad. He knew you wanted to go home. He figured it would be safer for you to come back with him and stay here.
“Should I drive her home? Or let her drive herself?” John B asked, rethinking his decision. JJ looked at him with a hint of anger on his face.
“You’re joking, right? There’s no way she can go now,” he said sternly. He was worried about you and couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving now and getting hurt.
“Okay, okay. So what do we do?” John B asked. JJ glanced back at you, his chest tightening at the worry on your face. He rubbed his face with his hands and threw them out to his sides.
“I’ll see what I can-” JJ started.
“I need to go home,” you stated with a shaky voice. You stood up and started walking down the hall but JJ stepped in front of you.
“No way, y/n. It’s way too dangerous right now!” He said. You tried to move around him, but he stepped to the side with you.
“He’s right,” John B piped up. You quickly turned on your heel to face him.
“Seriously JB? You let Pope go home, why can’t I?” You asked with an accusing tone. He instantly threw his hands up in the air.
“Pope’s house was a lot closer when we were at the beach!” he blurted out. You took a step towards him, fists clenched, but JJ stepped between the two of you.
“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me,” he said. You stubbornly looked past him, focusing on something else. “Damnit y/n look at me!” he said again, looking directly into your eyes. You looked at him, really looked at him, holding direct eye contact. Your body instantly relaxed. You looked into his ocean blue eyes and instantly felt heat rising to your cheeks. JJ smirked slightly. “Listen, you can’t leave right now. It’s too dangerous and it’s not letting up any time soon. If something were to happen to you after you left . . .” he stopped mid-sentence, unable to finish his thought. “Please, just stay here, with us. With me,” He spoke with pleading eyes.
You nodded in response and walked away from him, sitting yourself down at the same spot on the couch. JJ let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in and ran his hand through his hair. He looked over at John B who had a goofy grin on his face.
“What?” JJ asked defensively. John B just shook his head.
“I’m gonna go make sure the house is all set before this gets any worse,” He said, grinning at what JJ had just said to you. He patted JJ on the chest before walking away. JJ took a deep breath and made his way over to you. He gently sat down next to you on the couch, watching the storm outside. The trees were blowing around, bending in ways he didn’t even think were possible. He looked over to you and watched your worried features. He didn’t know what to do. You had been there for him every single time he needed you. Every single night he showed up at your house after an altercation with his father. And now, when you were visibly distraught, he had no clue how to help. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity as JJ wracked his brain for ways to help you.
The wind was now blowing the rain into the windows and the thunder was almost deafening. Or your heart was beating that loud. You couldn’t tell anymore. You felt like there was a weight inside your chest, not allowing you to breathe. You hated storms. Wind, thunder, rain. All of it. And it wasn't the end of the world to be stuck with John B and JJ at the Chateau. You've slept over there many times. It was just during a friggin hurricane that set you on edge.
“Y/n,” JJ spoke softly. You looked over at him. Feeling tears starting to form in your eyes. JJ quickly scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around you, pulling your quivering body into his. His warm body was encompassing you, making you feel safe. Your head was tucked underneath him resting on his chest. You could feel his chest rising up and down with every breath, helping you regulate your own breathing.
“It’s okay sweetheart. I promise. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,” he whispered, gently kissing the top of your head.
JJ looked up as John B walked back into the room. He gave a thumbs-up asking if you were okay and JJ nodded. John B smiled and made his way back to his bedroom.
Your entire body jumped as a sudden gust of wind slammed into the house and thunder rumbled, the noises combining to make a loud steady rumble that shook everything around you. And to be honest with himself, JJ was starting to get slightly worried as well. He gently pulled you out of his grasp and looked at you.
He could see by the expression on your face that you were almost completely engulfed in fear; petrified. He adjusted slightly and moved his arm under your legs, his other still wrapped around you moved lower. In one swift movement, he stood up and scooped you up with him. “Close your eyes sweetheart,” he whispered to you. You tightened your grasp around him and buried your face into the crook of his neck.
JJ walked you to the spare room at the back of the house and kicked the door shut behind him. He walked you over to the bed and set you down on the bed, unclasping your arms from around his neck. He walked over to the other side of the room and started rummaging around looking for an extra blanket for you. You instantly noticed the lack of touch and looked over at him with pleading eyes. You physically recoiled, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. You watched the back of JJ as he searched through the dresser and then under the bed before pulling out what looked like the softest blanket in the world. He made eye contact with you and you couldn’t help but blush.
You felt extremely childish like this. Who is still scared of storms at this age? You let out a dry laugh as JJ sat down next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you instantly leaned into his touch. He unfolded the blanket and laid it across the two of you.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. He looked down at you with a confused look.
“For what?” He had no idea what you were talking about. And right now he didn’t care. All he was worried about was making sure you were okay. That, and being close to you. But that was just a bonus. You glanced up at him and felt tears prick at your eyes.
“I don’t know why I’m like this. But storms just . . .” you couldn’t finish your sentence as your throat tightened. “I appreciate you so much, but I’m okay. I can crash on the couch tonight.” You said, trying to pry yourself away from him. But JJ tightened his arm ever so slightly around you and you didn’t fight him at all.
“That’s crap and you know it. You’re scared, I can see it on your face. Just stay here. Please.” He said, urgency seeping through his voice. You only nodded and buried your face into his chest. JJ slowly guided the two of you back so you were both lying down on the bed, his body surrounding yours calming your fears.
The wind outside was still beating against the house and every now and again you could hear it creak and make odd noises that it doesn’t normally make. There was a bright flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder making you jump. JJ shushed you and started humming, trying to distract you. You opened your eyes to look at him when the lights flickered, before shutting off completely. The entire room went black before being lit up by the continuous string of lightning outside.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” he said. “It’s okay.” You only nodded in response.
He held you in his arms, twirling your hair between his fingers, using his other to rub gentle circles across your skin. Your head was resting on his arm and you watched the features of his face every time the room was lit up. The shape of his jaw. You no longer felt your heart pounding in your chest and your breathing was back to normal. You felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The sound of his breath as he inhaled and exhaled. The feeling of his arms holding you, keeping you close to his body.
You forget about your surroundings and finally feel the day's events wearing down on your body. You take a deep breath and sigh, before rolling over onto your other side. JJ instantly pulls you back to him, pressing his toned stomach against your back. But you were already half asleep and didn’t notice.
JJ noticed right away when you had fallen asleep. Your entire body relaxed and your breathing was steady. He was instantly relieved that you were able to get some rest. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
JJ gently placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
“I love you, y/n,” He whispered, before drifting off to sleep with you in his arms.
Tags!! @pogueslandia @milkiane @bjrmaybank
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I enjoyed writing this so much! This is unedited so please ignore any typos or stupid grammatical errors.
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JJ thinks he’s all big and bad, saying he would never ever be caught simping over a girl. That is until John B and Pope catch him doing exactly that with you.
Requested by @danicarosaline 💙
Warnings: some curse words
Word Count: 1.4k+
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“Every time she’s around, your eyes are glued on her, dude,” JJ teased his curly-headed best friend who sat across the table from him.
“I gotta say you have it bad for Sarah Cameron,” Pope adds on as he munches on a french fry. John B shoots him a glare before coming back at him.
“I have it bad?” He questions as he gestures towards the girl with long brown curly hair who is helping her father behind the counter. “Have you seen the way you are with Kie? You are one hundred percent a simp for the girl.” A small smile spreads upon the dark-skinned boy’s face as he tugs his hat down a little lower to hide his flustered expression.
