FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFEEEE (this is a request for info on ur fic but also just a general exclamation)
(this is my favoriteeee thing atm like maybe even more than bright eyes…ik crazy crazy😭) #igotmyjoyback #loveandlaughter #anothaone
so. a lot of madman talk incoming and probably too many snippets but what the hell:
*ahem* just being blunt - this is the joemarrjj dp fic 😭😭.
Um. this i think was going to be like a 3/4kish unserious smutty thing. lsu era…starts w jjmarr and maybeee possibly joejj on the side?? but essentially it’s like funny sequences of jjmarr messing around and joe keeps running into it and each time his involvement (?) increases gradually until well. ja’marr has himself a grand old time!!!! 🍆🍆🥳
and that was fine. that was fineeee. i actually started cooking something up!! …taking place during the school year. they’re hooking up in the locker rooms or joe was supposed to come over but they forgot he was coming etc. etc. and just like general unseriousness.
but spotify shuffle 💔 (it’s really crazy how much music impacts my writing.) so i heard this and these lyrics:
you dry gin drinker / jive barefoot in your overalls
stone cold sinner / eyes flicker with the alcohol
under the evergreens / just out of reach
i'll laugh as you sing to me / we′re so damn naive
you take out your hair tie / overtired, i'll hold you in the dark
it feels good we′re outside / let's engrave our names into the bark
so i thought of summer. like a good summer. like peace and love and adventure…… (also idk i just called this fuck my stupid baka life bc. it’s just so ridiculous really. ja’marr’s life in this fic. will have to chew on an actual title lmfao. )
it’s technically all still what i said above. except i changed the setting and the vibes. so now this is a LSU summer 2019 fic. jj is a june baby, and ja'marr has a little (a little. 👁️. Ok) crush >:) and so we start off with this. more or less:
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The box is slippery with sweat—Ja’Marr’s or the humidity’s, he’s not sure which. His fingers slide on the thin cardboard as he stands in the Aldi parking lot, heat rising off the blacktop in waves. Derek’s beside him, peering down into the box with his arms crossed over his chest like they’re going to war with the cake.
It’s early still—barely past nine—and already the air is thick enough to choke on. Sun beating down like it’s mad at them. Feels like a bad omen, which tracks, considering the state of the cake.
The day is on a schedule. Justin’s on a schedule. It’s the only reason they’re doing this so early—he’s going back down to St. Rose next week, and before that, he’s got shifts at the dog shelter, and before that, he’s gotta do a camp with some high school kids, and basically today is the only window they have to pull this off. Joe and Ja’Marr had coordinated it down to the minute: surprise party at Grant’s, pregame at Clyde’s, and then hit downtown after dark. Tight schedule. No margin for error.
Except the cake is fucked.
It’s supposed to say Happy Birthday Jets, but the handwriting is wonky and uneven, like the guy piped it left-handed while drunk. The blue icing is bleeding into the white, the letters warped and smudged together until it looks like Happy Brithday Jats.
“Didn’t I tell y’all?” Ja’Marr snaps suddenly, scandalized. “Didn’t I tell Grant and Clyde yesterday? That the dude didn’t know what the hell he was doing?”
Derek scratches the back of his neck. “I mean, yeah—”
Ja’Marr had clocked the Aldi’s employee immediately—half-slouched behind the counter, eyes glazed over like he was praying for death. He met Clyde’s eyes like, Is this dude for real? But Clyde had just shrugged and said —
“‘We’ll just pick it up tomorrow,’” Ja’Marr mimics, voice pitched high and mocking. He swipes a hand over his face. “Now it’s tomorrow and look. Look at this shit.”
He presses the heel of his hands into his eyes, huffing out a frustrated breath. Shouldn’t be taking this out on Derek, but he’s still tired—stayed up too late last night, laid out on his stomach on the couch with a box of tissues in front of him while Miguel begged Coco to remember Héctor. Woke up with his face puffy and throat thick. He should’ve had more water. Hydrate or die-drate, as Joe always says.
He’d Snapchatted Justin mid-ugly-cry, eyes red and wet, captioned i hate it here. Justin had FaceTimed him immediately, even though it was 1:13 a.m. Face tight with worry when the call connected, brows drawn together, mouth soft, until he saw what Ja’Marr was so upset about.
Justin stared at him for a long moment, eyes narrowing. Then he’d rolled his eyes so hard Ja’Marr thought he might sprain something. "Oh, what the hell, Uno."
They bitched at each other for a few minutes—Justin telling him he was stupid, Ja’Marr saying he was stupider—but Justin’s voice stayed soft the whole time. His face relaxed when Ja’Marr started laughing more than crying. They stayed on the call till Ja’Marr’s breathing evened out, till Justin’s eyes started slipping closed.
He woke up to a ‘good morning ugly’ text and his heart aching in a way he didn’t really have language for.
“Ja’Marr,” Derek says now, cutting into his thoughts.
He’s patting his back in that rough but ultimately kind way that’s more about not knowing what else to do than it is about genuine comfort. “It’s not ruined. He’s not gonna care about the cake.”
Ja’Marr glares at him.
“JJ?” Derek snorts. “The man literally ate gas station sushi three times on a dare. You think he cares about some crooked frosting?”
He is right. Ja’Marr knows this. Justin’s gonna laugh at the cake anyway. Say something dumb and sweet like I don’t care what it looks like if you’re the one who got it for me and then Ja’Marr will have to sit with the molten fact of it in his chest for at least a week.
Derek shifts beside him, dropping his hand to his hip. His gaze cuts sideways toward Ja’Marr, too knowing. “You know he’s gonna think it’s funny.”
Ja’Marr exhales sharply through his nose. His chest feels tight. “I know.”
“And he’s still gonna hang around you all night.”
Ja’Marr presses his lips together. Yeah.
He’s not gonna care about the cake. But Ja’Marr does.
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derek: *dog sideye. hope it's just a phase*
Anyway! ja'marr basically takes it upon himself to fix the cake! so bday party time!!:
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The cake’s not perfect, but it’s good enough.
It had taken Ja’Marr the better part of an hour—propped up on Derek’s kitchen counter, sweating under the brutal blast of Louisiana heat coming through the half-open window—to scrape off the fucked-up icing and rework the lettering. He’d pulled up a YouTube video titled Beginner Cake Decorating (SO EASY!!!) and cussed the girl out in the video under his breath the whole time because it was not easy. He mixed food coloring with a hand-mixer that kept jamming and piped out the new letters with shaky hands, tongue tucked into the corner of his mouth like it was game day.
It comes out… fine. A little lopsided. The color's not perfect. But it didn’t say Jats anymore, and that’s what mattered.
The party’s loud behind them—Joe and Clyde are locked in an intense game of beer pong, Grant’s playing DJ, and Derek’s talking to a girl by the back door. The smell of grilled burgers and weed is bleeding through the open windows, and somebody’s yelling about how Joe’s elbow was over the line. Ja’Marr’s heard that argument before; Joe never cheats at beer pong. He’s just irritatingly good at it.
“Then it’s a you problem,” Joe fires back, and Ja’Marr snorts because he's definitely lit — can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. Joe’s cheeks are probably flushed pink from the alcohol and the heat, curls sticking to his forehead from sweat, all loose-limbed and comfortable. Mingling. Good for him. If it takes a couple drinks to get him to relax, to let his guard down and stop thinking three steps ahead of everyone else, then yeah. Good for him.
Justin’s been the center of it all. He always is—sun and gravity, everyone in his orbit. Shirtless since the sun went down, skin warm and golden, chain catching flashes of light every time he throws his head back laughing. Glowing, like he always is.
Ja’Marr’s been trying not to look at him too much.
Last he checked, there was a girl sitting on the ground at Justin’s feet, watching him with that head-tilted, low-lidded kind of look. Justin didn’t seem to notice, but Ja’Marr did, and his stomach twisted, so he kind of just tried to keep himself busy by doing anything else.
He doesn’t realize he’s drifted away from the main circle until he’s standing under the overhang near the side of the house, his back against the cool siding. His head feels light—not drunk, not exactly, but that kind of buzzy warmth that comes from a joint being passed around one too many times. He’s scrolling through his phone when he hears footsteps.
“Hey.”
Ja’Marr’s head snaps up. Justin’s standing a few feet away, his face soft in the dim light from the porch bulb. His hair’s a little mussed, and his shirt has reappeared, hanging loose around his collarbone. His eyes are bright.
“Hey,” Ja’Marr says, and his voice comes out rougher than he expects.
Justin grins as he steps closer. His gaze slides down, sharp and amused. “Heard you fixed the cake.”
Ja’Marr’s mouth twitches. “Who told you that?”
“Joe.”
“Of course.”
Justin’s already close enough that Ja’Marr can smell his cologne—orange blossoms, clean in a way that makes Ja’Marr’s stomach twist a little. Justin’s still smiling, all playful and sharp as he lifts a hand and pokes at Ja’Marr’s side.
“Didn’t know you were a cake artist,” Justin says, tone teasing.
Ja’Marr swats at his hand. “Stop.”
Justin pokes him again, smirking. “I mean, it was still kinda ugly—”
“Stop,” Ja’Marr says, laughing now, and he tries to shove Justin’s hand away, but Justin just catches his wrist and holds it loosely between his fingers.
And then—Justin leans in and kisses him on the cheek.
It’s fast and soft, more pressure than anything else, just the brief press of Justin’s mouth against Ja’Marr’s skin. But Ja’Marr’s whole body locks up like he’s been tased. He’s suddenly too aware of how close they are, how warm Justin’s hand feels around his wrist, the soft curve of Justin’s mouth lingering near his jaw.
Ja’Marr’s brain whites out for a second. His stomach flips over itself.
Justin pulls back, still smiling, but his eyes are a little darker now. “That was sweet, Uno. Seriously.”
Ja’Marr’s mouth is dry. He swallows hard, his heart punching up into his throat. “It was nothing.”
Justin’s eyes stay on him a little too long. “It wasn’t nothing.”
Ja’Marr’s heart skips. His pulse thuds painfully loud in his ears. Justin’s mouth is close—too close—and Ja’Marr’s buzzed enough, tired enough, emotionally wrung-out enough that he doesn’t think. He just tilts forward, closes the space, and presses his mouth to Justin’s.
It’s quick. Clumsy. Ja’Marr’s breath catches as soon as it happens, and then he’s pulling back just as fast, heart spiraling in his chest. His brain scrambles to process it—what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck—and his body goes hot with panic. The Glomp is in full effect.
“Shit,” Ja’Marr breathes. “I didn’t—”
Justin kisses him back.
It’s much slower this time, more intentional. Justin’s hand cups his face, and Ja’Marr goes still—stomach flipping, knees locking, skin heating all over. Justin’s mouth is soft and sure, tasting like punch and summer air and something sweet underneath it. Ja’Marr’s hands are hanging useless at his sides, and his brain is just—white noise.
Justin pulls back, his thumb sliding over the hinge of Ja’Marr’s jaw. He’s smiling again, but it’s softer now, less playful.
“Thank you,” Justin says quietly.
Ja’Marr’s still breathing hard, his lips tingling. “For…?”
Justin’s thumb brushes over his jaw again. “For all this.”
Ja’Marr can’t speak. He’s too aware of Justin’s hand on his face, the heat between them, the way his pulse is still skipping under his skin. His brain is short-circuiting, but somehow, he manages a shaky little nod.
Justin leans in and presses his forehead against Ja’Marr’s temple for a second, just breathing.
Ja’Marr’s heart doesn’t stop hammering for a long time after that.
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i'm not sure i fw all that really but whatever.
so basically after that they just start fucking around. playing house if you will :p. very much bed peace by jhené aiko vibes. so yeah some of this fic is going to be general summer shenanigans. ja'marr just doing whatever. exhibit A:
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Ja’Marr’s got his own place now.
It’s small, but it’s his. A little one-bedroom a couple blocks off campus with an ancient AC unit that rattles like a loose muffler and beige walls that could use a fresh coat of paint. But it’s got good light in the mornings and a decently sized kitchen, and he’s already figured out that if he cracks the bathroom window just right, the steam from his showers doesn’t fog up the mirror. It’s home enough. Or it will be, once he finishes putting it together.
Sophomore year’s gonna be fun, he hopes. Last year was good—better than good, really—but this year feels like it could be something more. He’s already got a list of shit he wants to do: more team hangs, maybe trying to hit up some of the local bars with Derek now that they both got decent enough fakes, maybe convincing Joe to teach him how to play piano for real instead of just fucking around with the intro to Clocks whenever he’s bored.
Next time he goes back home to visit, he’ll probably bring back his old Naruto collection to fill out his shelf. He’s thinking about getting back into reading, too. Used to do it all the time—stayed up late with his little book light clipped to the side of the page, toes pressed into the mattress, breathing shallow so his mom wouldn’t hear him awake—but that’s been a while now.
Still, the other day, he’d found his way into a Barnes & Noble, slurping at the bottom of a Kit Kat Coolatta like it was oxygen. This Hershey x Dunkin collab was doing something dangerous to him—cold and sweet and chocolatey, the perfect antidote to the sticky heat. He had both hands wrapped around the cup, dragging his tongue along the straw, because if the Coolatta was gonna kill him, he’d go down happy.
He’d wandered through the store with the slow aimlessness of someone trying not to seem like they were trying. Sneakers scuffing soft over the carpet, head tipped down, gaze skimming over the glossy covers lined up along the tables. He lingered by the manga section, fingers brushing over the edge of a new Jujutsu Kaisen volume, but he didn’t pick it up. His mouth tasted like chocolate and nerves, and he could feel it creeping up the back of his neck—The Glomp.
That’s what he calls it—not out loud, never out loud—but it’s the only way to describe the prickly, skin-crawling feeling of being watched. Like a hand pressing flat against the center of his chest, urging him to get small. His ears go hot; his hands start feeling stupid and too big. He’s just standing there, doing nothing wrong, but suddenly it feels like he’s doing too much. He hates The Glomp.
And then—
“Hey.”
He turned, and there was this girl standing there. Maybe a little older than him. Cute, in a bookish kind of way—round glasses, septum ring, soft blue eyeliner that made her eyes pop. Her name tag said Mel.
“Can I help you find something?” she asked, her voice light and even. Not pushy.
Ja’Marr’s hand tightened around his drink. He took another long pull at the straw, felt the cold rush of chocolate and whipped cream hit the back of his throat. “I don’t—uh.” He scratched the side of his neck, eyes flicking down to the table of books. “I don’t really read.”
Mel’s head tilted. Her mouth curved into a small smile. “Just browsing?”
“Yeah. Yeah, just—y’know.” He waved vaguely at the table like that explained anything.
She hummed thoughtfully. Then her eyes scanned the table in front of them. “Well… if you’re looking for something easy to get into, this one’s pretty good.” She picked up a paperback and held it out toward him. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. “It’s got magic and shit. Very atmospheric.”
Ja’Marr took it, turning it over in his hands. His thumbs brushed the embossed silver lettering on the cover.
Mel’s smile widened, like she could sense his hesitation. “Or if you want something faster, maybe a mystery?” She grabbed another one from the display. The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides. “Twisty. Quick read. Could probably finish it in a couple of nights.”
Ja’Marr’s mouth twisted. He nodded, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet. His pulse had calmed down a little. The Glomp was still there, sitting heavy in his chest, but it wasn’t squeezing as tight anymore.
Ja’Marr took them both. Turned them over in his hands. The covers felt cool and smooth under his fingers. He didn’t end up buying them—he set them back down on the table on his way out—but he might go back.
If nothing else, the Coolatta was worth the trip.
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Ja’Marr is not doing anything sexy right now. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of his dorm room, wearing an old, baggy LSU t-shirt and shorts, with his knees sticking out in a way that probably makes him look stupid. There’s a half-built Ikea shelf in front of him, pieces of particleboard and little silver screws scattered across the floor like confetti. The Allen wrench is digging into the side of his foot. His brow is furrowed as he squints down at the instruction booklet, which—unsurprisingly—does not have any words, just vague stick-figure drawings that seem to imply that Ja’Marr should, somehow, defy the laws of physics.
And yeah, he’s wearing glasses.
They’re not even cool glasses—they’re the kind he picked up at Walgreens last summer when he realized that squinting at the scoreboard was starting to give him headaches. Black plastic frames, slightly crooked on his face. He doesn’t need them all the time, but when he’s doing this kind of shit—up-close work, reading fine print—it helps.
He’s deep in battle with a particularly incomprehensible step in the instructions when Justin walks by the open door.
He’s mid-stride, passing by, probably on his way to the dining hall or the gym or wherever it is Justin casually looks like sin incarnate while heading to—but then he pauses. Stops in his tracks like someone hit the brakes on him.
Ja’Marr feels it before he sees it—that charged, crackling shift in the air when Justin gets focused. He looks up just as Justin turns around—sharp pivot, full 180—and then Justin’s walking back toward him, gaze locked on him.
“Uh,” Ja’Marr says, eyebrows hitching up as Justin drops to his knees in front of him.
Justin’s eyes flick up toward his face—then lower. “Didn’t know you wore glasses,” Justin murmurs, head tilting. He’s smiling, small and sly. “Thought you had 20/20 vision.”
Ja’Marr blinks. “I mean… yeah? I just—sometimes, you know.” He gestures vaguely toward the mess of Ikea parts. “Small print and shit.”
Justin hums low in his throat, and then his hands are on Ja’Marr’s thighs. Just… sliding up. Casual, like he’s got every right. Ja’Marr’s mouth goes dry. Justin’s hands are warm.
“Jets,” Ja’Marr warns, already feeling his face heat up, “I’m trying to—”
Justin kisses him.
It’s not one of those soft, easy kisses—this is hot and sure and a little messy, Justin’s hand sliding up to cup the side of Ja’Marr’s face, the other pressing down on his thigh. His thumb strokes over the inside of Ja’Marr’s knee, coaxing his legs wider, and Ja’Marr makes a soft noise in the back of his throat before he can stop himself. His glasses slide down his nose a little and Justin kisses him harder.
Ja’Marr pulls back just enough to huff, “You really—” Kiss. “—getting turned on—” Kiss. “—by glasses?”
Justin pulls back, eyes half-lidded and dark. “Yeah.”
Ja’Marr snorts. “Did you take something?”
“Just creatine,” Justin says, grinning against Ja’Marr’s cheek.
Ja’Marr’s fingers curl into the papers. He’s pretty sure he’s crushing the instructions, but he can’t focus because Justin’s mouth is sliding down his throat and Justin’s hands are beneath his waistband now and—
blah blah sex whatever. also didn't he stop reading bc of Gay. LMFDAKL okay maybe not that but i swear didn't people make fun of him or something? one of u posted this i think. or i'm just making shit up.....anyway: joe piano player 🙂↕️ ja'marr glasses 🙂↕️ jj's freakuency all the way up 🙂↕️. Anyway!! as for the rest of the fic i was like. i'll just do more lazy summer shenanigans i guess. BUT THEN! spotify shuffle!
enjoy the view by henrik:
i want you on the passenger side
drivin' through every mile marker sign
i want you, stay a while, stay a while
right side of the yellow lines, blue eyes
and if i just keep mine on you
i think that i'll enjoy the view
okay. so the cogs started turning. and after the normalish stuff, basically some of the LSU crew (so the trio, and grant, clyde, and derek. i don’t Know much abt the last three yet but this works right? makes sense? they all fw each other. idk. Anyway.) go on a beach trip! they were supposed to go for spring break but it didn't work out. so they rented out an airbnb and rescheduled it as like one last hoorah before school starts. obviously like fun stuff happening!!! bonfires and parties and fishing and dumb shit. and ---
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Ja’Marr’s sat in a plastic chair that’s listing a little to one side, the cheap metal legs dug unevenly into the sand. Clyde’s in the one next to him, legs stretched out, knees knocked together, red Solo cup balanced precariously on his thigh. He’s been unusually quiet for the last couple minutes.
Ja’Marr looks over and sees Grant.
And, yeah—Grant’s putting on a show.
He’s standing a little too close to some girl Ja’Marr doesn’t recognize—tall, long legs in white linen shorts and a gauzy crop top that’s doing a whole lot of work. Her dark hair’s wet, slicked back from her face in this effortless, model-off-duty way. Her hand is on Grant’s chest, head tipped toward his shoulder, mouth glossy and laughing.
Grant’s leaning into it, grinning that lazy, self-satisfied grin of his, hand curling low on her waist. His fingers slide over the bare skin above her shorts, and Ja’Marr can practically hear whatever bullshit line Grant’s murmuring in her ear.
Ja’Marr snorts. He shakes his head, already turning toward Clyde to make some kind of joke—when he sees Clyde’s face.
And stops.
Clyde’s watching them—watching Grant—but his expression is sharp in a way Ja’Marr’s never really seen before. His mouth is tight, jaw flexing under the light sheen of sweat on his skin. His eyes are flat, hard. He looks… bitter.
Ja’Marr settles back in his chair, blinking. He hadn’t ever thought about it like that. But now that he’s seeing it—now that he’s looking at Clyde’s eyes, at the stiff line of his mouth, at the way his shoulders are drawn up around his ears—it’s obvious.
Ja’Marr looks away, down toward the shoreline where Justin’s still in the water, making a big show of jumping to catch the football Joe throws at him. His feet kick up spray as he lands, arms stretched wide like he’s about to yell touchdown even though that’s not how this works. Joe’s smiling as he wades toward him, curls sticking to his forehead.
Ja’Marr’s gaze slides back toward Grant—and then he notices Joe looking at Clyde.
It’s quick—barely even a glance—but Joe’s eyes cut toward Clyde’s face, lingering just long enough to register the tension there. Ja’Marr sees the flicker of understanding that passes across Joe’s face before Joe looks back toward Grant, mouth tightening.
He starts walking toward them.
“Yo,” he says, easy and loose as he steps over the sand, barefoot and shirtless, sunburn blooming high on his shoulders. He drops a hand to Clyde’s chair, squeezing at the back of it. “We’re playing two-hand touch. You in?”
Clyde’s mouth pulls tighter. He’s still watching Grant. “Nah.”
“Come on,” Joe says. His tone’s light, but his hand stays firm on the back of Clyde’s chair. “We need a running back.”
“You got Justin.”
“Justin’s a show-off,” Joe says. “I need a real back.”
Ja’Marr watches Clyde’s mouth twitch—like he’s thinking about saying no, like he’s about to dig his heels in—but then Joe’s hand slides to his shoulder, squeezing once.
And Clyde sighs. “Fine.”
Joe steps back, grinning. Clyde takes his time standing up, brushing sand off the backs of his legs. His eyes flick toward Grant again—just for a second—and Ja’Marr watches the way his jaw ticks before he shakes it off and follows Joe toward the water.
Joe looks over his shoulder at Ja’Marr, mouth tugging into a half-smile. He shrugs.
Ja’Marr tilts his cup toward him in a lazy salute.
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Yikes!!! 😬 soooo. don't know what i'm Going to do abt that really but Anyway!!
but then this trip is also where it gets decidedly Not Normal. not to steal obx's chain or anything but i was like i reallllyyy want these guys to go on an adventure. maybe they find treasure or there's like a mystery they have to solve. things get kinda gnarly maybe. drama. danger. romance. friendship. the works. i just don't know what yet. obviously it's not going to be like insane in that they end up in morocco (like what even is obx doing fr) but like definitely a thrill yk?? ja'marr and maybe someone else will end up in a life threatening situation for sureee. and yes he will have himself a good old time 🍆🍆 🥳 at the end still. then yeah they all go back like wowwww what an unforgettable summer. 😊
sooo yeah. considering that would be a good chunk of the fic. i have to figure out the mystery/action/thriller plot. which i have some idea of but not really. so things are kind of hanging rn 🧍🏿♂️if Anyone knows of anything that would make sense. you know. feel free to share w the class.
Okay. what else.
i also got so deep into this that i briefly morphed into my 13 year old self on we heart it and made like. a moodboard 😭 actually i made many. i made an entire pinterest w sooo many pics but anyway:
And of course. poetry (ur not a vibe bro 😂😂📘):
^ really i just talk. so those seem dramatic. take with a grain of salt….
OKAYYYYYYY. i think that's all?? guys i hope this all makes sense. like can u follow what i'm saying? 😭😭
this is like my child idk. and also this could all be changed i'm so serious i have written like 1390938 versions of these snippets. crazy how i just wanted to write ja’marr taking two dicks up his ass and now i am Here. 3-4k .... weak sauce 😂😂😂. you know once i Get Going.....
i could talk about this forever and ever and ever. but will spare u all. 🙏
1. Joe calling Ja'Marr right after the show ended ("where are you"):
2. Joe finally sees Ja'Marr and drops his phone (note that it is in his left hand):
3. Joe and Ja'Marr stare and smile fondly at each other (staring like this 🥹 at each other)
They also probably chat for a while (read: ja'marr yapping as joe continues to nod with that achingly fond gaze, completely locked into ja'marr)
4. But thenJustin suddenly calls Joe and begs him to come to another event ("Joe, please I don't have anyone to go with PLEASE") (you can see that he has switched his phone to the right hand)
Meanwhile Ja'Marr spots someone else he knows and hugs them since Joe is busy calling:
INTERLUDE: Joe tells Ja'Marr about Justin's pleas, but Ja'Marr sadly cannot leave because he just walked the carpet for GQ so now he has to Socialize and thank everyone and take pictures and shit
5. Joe has traveled to Justin's event, and is at first still a little closed off, hands in pockets and all (a little sad about being separated). However! It is Justin. Joe eventually starts smiling bc who can resist smiling in Justin's presence? 😍
5b. Ja'Marr, still at the GQ, is still sulking over being alone, but he does not have a Justin to cheer him up. Therefore all his pictures are with a very straight face and hands in pockets (maybe the first one he's watching joe leave?)
6. (Crossing into pure imagination here)
Ja'Marr calls Joe once the GQ event is done and by then, Joe's social battery is like completely drained. He still tries to say he's fine (bc ofc he does <3) but Justin interrupts to say that Joe's dead tired and would Ja'Marr get his ass over here and pick them up.
So Ja'Marr picks up Joe and Justin (ik he was driving around with a chaffeur to another event -i'll find it if someone asks). And since Ja'Marr probably owns a house since NOLA is his hometown, all three of them go to Ja'Marr's house and crash for the night!
omg hey all this jjmarr talk reminds me if there are any updates of your joejjmarr fic with the lsu 2023 trio??? no worries if there aren’t just fondly remembering ur blurbs!
... sheepish grin...
updates? i guess technically? actually most of the scenes are already started, so it's been a lot of minor editing, agonizing 'but would they ACTUALLY say this', wondering 'am i using too many flowery phrases to describe how they are in 💕 love 💕 -nah'
if you're wondering what tf i'm talking about, yeah this is still the notice me senpai fic. i've posted a few snippets (here here and here)
alright, so this is the Discovery of joemarrjj 🤓 please be kind:
The other bedroom door opens to reveal Ja’Marr and —
And.
And Ja’Marr is only wearing briefs, briefs and nothing else and—
Thighs.
That sounds bad —Jayden’s aware it sounds bad, but that’s the only thought going through Jayden’s mind, the lub-dub lub-dub of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears because—
Thighs. Calves. Arms. Abs —by God, he can see everything.
Ja’Marr raises his arms to yawn, defined muscles rippling over miles and miles of exposed tattooed skin, and that’s when Jayden’s lungs wheeze out the last remaining air he has left, but honestly, what a way to go—
And then Ja’Marr slides right onto Justin’s lap and places a hand behind Justin’s head and pulls him in and what in the fuck is happening.
Ja’Marr Chase is shirtless and missing pants? Ja’Marr Chase is shirtless and missing pants and sitting in Justin Jefferson’s lap? Ja’Marr Chase is shirtless and missing pants and sitting in Justin Jefferson’s lap and making out with him—
What.
The.
Fuck.
Jayden’s mind feels like it’s glitching, feels like he’s in another world entirely, as the kiss quickly deepens into, well.
It feels —entirely too intimate to watch, but at the same time, Jayden can’t look away from Justin cupping Ja’Marr's face and brushing a thumb over his cheeks. Can’t look away from Ja’Marr melting into the touch, then arching his back and fucking moaning and Jesus Christ, Justin is biting Ja’Marr’s lips and.
The kiss (if it still can be called that) is uncoordinated and messy and open-mouthed, tipping into sheer passion faster than Jayden can blink. More —teeth and —oh Lord, is that tongue— than lips against lips.
It’s frenzied, it’s desperate, Jayden doesn’t know how else to describe it. Both of them letting their hands wander and reach and touch, wrapping their arms and legs around each other until Jayden can barely tell what limb belongs to whom, every inch of their bodies pressed against the other.
Like they can’t get enough of each other. Like they haven’t seen each other in months. Like the only thing that mattered was each other.
They’re like puzzle pieces, the way their bodies curve and fit against each other, the way their bodies remember each other. No, not a puzzle, Jayden realizes. And it’s not a surprise, not really.
And again —who doesn’t remember 2019? Who doesn’t remember how it had been so damn easy for them, to know where the other was on the field without looking, to trust each other to run down the length of the field and make a jaw-dropping play?
It makes sense —that they already know every part of each other, but despite that… maybe because of that, they’re still hungry for more.
Jayden wonders how people can ever look at them without seeing this. He wonders how he never saw this.
A movement catches his eye, Justin’s other hand snaking down Ja’Marr’s side to grip his thigh and the fucking briefs aren’t hiding nothing—
I’m watching Ja’Marr Chase getting hard in Justin Jefferson’s lap, Jayden thinks faintly. How is this my life.
The kiss could’ve lasted for a minute or five, Jayden doesn’t fucking know. He lost track of time the minute he saw Ja’Marr standing in the hallway.
Eventually, Justin is the one to pull back first, all kiss-swollen lips and hair freshly mussed from Ja’Marr tugging on it wow —and mutters loud enough for Jayden, Malik, and Brian to hear, “Didn’t know you wanted to give the kids a show.”
There’s a beat of silence before Ja’Marr flies off Justin, nearly knocking down a pitcher of water as he spins around and his huge —panicked— eyes meet Jayden’s own.
Jayden's physically not capable of blinking right now, let alone looking away, so he can’t check, but he’s pretty sure that Brian and Malik are in the same boat as him. (Jayden can’t help but notice that Justin’s arm is still wrapped around Ja’Marr’s waist.)
Ja’Marr opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.
“Oh!” Ja’Marr’s voice is at least an octave higher than it normally is, when he finally does say something, “G’morning!”
Jayden doesn’t know what to say. So. He doesn't say anything. Ja'Marr's lips are still kiss-swollen —and yeah, there was definitely some biting in that kiss. Ja’Marr —very obviously— is still shirtless. Still in fucking briefs. Still standing in front of Jayden, Malik, and Brian practically naked. There’s —it’s— Justin doesn’t know what to say.
He watches, distantly, as Justin pulls Ja’Marr closer—fingers tightening over Ja’Marr’s hips, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips. Ja’Marr lets himself be moved, still staring like a deer in headlights at Jayden —before he realizes what’s going on and flicks his eyes down at Justin for a split second and hisses “stop it” before going back to awkwardly stare at the three of them.
So that’s how the next few moments go: Justin pouting, Ja’Marr staring at them with the widest eyes Jayden has ever seen, and Jayden really honestly trying his best to keep his thoughts clean. He’s failing.
And of course, that’s when Joe fucking Burrow comes out of the kitchen —apparently done cooking and plating the eggs, because he’s placing a plate of scrambled eggs down —and he kisses Justin.
Maybe kiss was the wrong word —it’s more of a tender brush of the lips, a sharp contrast to the passionate embrace a few minutes ago. But despite the fact that it barely lasts a second, there’s something equally intimate about the way Joe uses two fingers to tilt Justin’s chin before he brushes back his hair. When Joe draws back, Justin’s answering grin is brighter than the diamonds he usually wore, a smile that has nothing to do with trophies or championships. “Thanks babe.”
Joe’s answering smile is soft —crinkled eyes on full display— before he turns to his right and kisses a still awkwardly-shifting Ja’Marr. This one is still gentle, but with more intention to it, with one hand splayed possessively on the small of Ja’Marr’s back, pulling him in. Like he knows that part of Jayden’s brain is still stuck on Ja’Marr’s long, long legs and thick calves and thighs.
For a moment, Ja’Marr sinks into it —the tension leaving his shoulders, dark eyelashes fluttering shut— before his eyes fly open and he breaks off the kiss, letting out a surprised “mmph” in the process and gesturing towards where Jayden, Malik, and Brian are sitting and.
And.
Oh. Ohhh.
The metaphorical light bulb finally flickers on.
Jayden feels like he’s been hit by a sledgehammer, his entire worldview shifting slightly left as everything just clicks.
Ja’Marr and Justin dancing —oh, they were grinding against each other. Wow. Justin having the keycard to the complex and Joe answering the door —was it Ja’Marr’s condo? or did all three of them own it?— clearly having been woken up, still in his pajamas. Justin knowing where the sheets were and Ja’Marr giving them a pile of clothes and letting them know where to find the toiletries -.
God, how had he not noticed? The easy way Justin and Joe had navigated around each other, around Ja’Marr’s kitchen —the fact that they were even in the house in the first place, cooking breakfast while Ja’Marr was in the shower.
The Pro Bowl, the Super Bowl party last year, the NFL honors party this year —
“Hope you like your eggs scrambled, guys,' Joe says serenely as he takes a seat.
continuing this train of thought you can see in ja'marrs vids hes drunk as hell and probably high as fuck too and soooo pliant tactile flirty with literally everybody who crosses his path that face he did when zipping up his sweatsuit!! ridiculous!!! so the idea of him getting extra close to the trio to hear them better because his executive function is not really 100% and slyly grinning up at them looking up through his lashes tucking closer when they automatically reach for him hell pressing his cheeks or lips to their cheeks when he accepts their gifts etc etc and then you have the trio just. dying. crush skyrocketing no coming down and theres justin also equally drunk as hell and way too flirty for his own good but hes got a higher threshold than ja'marr for some reason despite being slighter and always takes shameless advantage of him being this way and just tugs him around all over the place and if we bring this around to joe who escaped all the hustle of ja'marrs bday bash in a condo they own in ny together maybe and jjmarr invites the trio to crash there bc its closer than their hotel and the 2023 trio sees how insanely domestic the 2019 trio are and slowly starts to tickle their brain that. oh. theyre together together and them promptly start blushing and struggling to look at each other because. oh. they didnt know that could be a thing. oh.
oh my goodness, anon, your brain 🤯
ja'marr IS a touchy-feely drunk, that is 1000% canon. his love language is physical touch (honest to god i think all of the lsu 2019 trio's love languages is physical touch -joe's just weird and prefers a slightly more violent version than justin and ja'marr <3) so ofc when all of his inhibitions are lowered, he just wants to express all of his love and make sure everyone is solid and safe and there.
meanwhile, 2023 lsu trio is crashing tf out. like they are the definition of 'head empty no thoughts' as ja'marr sees the very Thoughtful and very Meaningful gift that they got him and is just ooh-ing and aah-ing over it and getting so close to them as he thanks them and pulls them in close for the hug and looking up through his lashes and biting his lips (he's flirty in a sober state, do not underestimate how a drunk ja'marr behaves) and DO NOT FUCKING THINK I MISSED THAT KISS PART ANON OMG. ja'marr placing one of those big hands against their cheeks and leaning in (esp since jayden and brian are taller so ja'marr would have to go on his TOES) and they can't fucking believe it, their brains are NOT functioning and he's pressing a messy kiss -ARGH!!!!
how i'd imagine their thought process would go: omfg that's ja'marr chase sharing the same breathing space as me, i can see ja'marr chase's eyelashes, how is this real life omfg -WAIT HIS LIPS ARE ON MY CHEEK!!!
and it is also 1000% canon that justin has a higher alcohol tolerance than ja'marr, thank you very much, and takes full fucking advantage of it, because as stated before, ja'marr is even more touchy when he's drunk and justin's only human, he also enjoys having a ja'marr cling onto him. and justin's absolutely finding the whole 2023 lsu crush on ja'marr hilarious! he's totally snapping pictures and sending them to joe as ja'marr goes on his tippy toes to kiss jayden on the cheek and jayden can smell the tequila (bc i will never ever letting go of my bodyshot-)
wait actually, i CAN insert my bodyshot headcanon in this. ja'marr and justin, hanging off each other, and one of them suggests it and before you know it they're doing shots off each other and licking the salt off each other's necks and just stupidly grinning at each other because even after all this time -it's still them. (and jayden and malik and brian watching with eyes wide, halfway between 'omfg that's so fucking hot' and '😭😭😭🫵 that should be us!')
then as the party dies down and ja'marr turns around (bc they are his three little duckings, his little shadows, latched onto him the second he gave Affection to them <3) and 2023 lsu is just like 😔😔😔 ig we have to leave now. they look like the SADDEST humans you would ever see bc this was a night for their fucking lives. ja'marr liking their present? ja'marr hugging them? ja'marr KISSING them? they'd replay this night over and over again!
and ja'marr, who is a worrier at heart (thinking specifically of him getting tee to his massage therapist here) immediately vetos them getting an uber (athletes still get ubers right?) and invites them to stay over and it's 'head empty no thoughts' pt 2
(justin grinning ear to ear, so amused by ja'marr's protectiveness)
AND THEN A SECRET CONDO IN NY!!! YES! YESSSS
i really like carmen's idea (idk if you saw this anon) about joemarr spending the night BEFORE ja'marr's birthday tgt, bc let's be honest -parties are just not joe's scene. so yes! joemarrjj DO spend the night before ja'marr's birthday and have their own little celebrations (joejj waking up ja'marr with the sweetest kiss oughhhh). maybe they even spend some time during the day, before jjmarr head off to ja'marr's party!
i LOVE the idea of this secret condo being bought by joe after he signed his contract (and justin buys another place in PARIS last year and now they're just waiting for ja'marr's contract so he can buy a place for all of them too <3).
anyways, joe answers the door, probably all sleepy in his pajamas, bedhair sticking everywhere, voice scratchy from sleep (it's probably like. 4AM). and at first, 2023 lsu is like ??? (ja'marr's actual invitation was like 'come back to MY place' bc ofc it is) so they're a lil confused of why joe fucking burrow is here at ja'marr's place... but he might be here to wish ja'marr a happy birthday too?
but then they watch as joe gets the spare sheets from the closet and justin tells them where the toilet is bc out of the three of them, i personally think he'd be the 'do not fucking throw up on my carpets' person and they're even more confused but also drunk af and not really capable of executive thought.
the following morning, 2023 lsu come out of the bedroom (hungover ofc) with joe cooking some eggs or something with ja'marr glued to the back (and joe is moving around the kitchen comfortably like he's been there a million times -bc he has). justin is making coffee and gently teasing ja'marr over the amount of sugar and cream he puts in his coffee and ja'marr immediately grabs onto justin, wrapping himself around and tucking his head and whining. turns out he did have a lil bit of self-control last night but now he's not in public anymore and it's just them three (and the 2023 lsu) so ja'marr is freeeee to cuddle to his heart's content.
it takes a while, bc they're all hungover and their brains are moving slowly but it finally does click after ja'marr kisses both justin and joe in thanks for the post-birthday breakfast and it's like. oh. oooohhhh.
and yes, anon they did NOT think this was even an option and their minds have been opened and they're just like. wow. wowwww.
