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Curly and Blondie
"Don't you worry 'bout your curly hair"
♡ Pairing: jj maybank x curlyhair!reader
♡ Summary: how jj and y/n got their nicknames, back when they were just ten years old kids.
♡ Word count: 880
♡ Warnings: the reader compares herself to another girl, other than that, pure fluff
The afternoon is quiet, the kind of quiet that settles softly around you. The wooden dock is warm beneath your hands, the water below moving in slow, lazy ripples as your feet swing above it. The air smells faintly of salt and sun. Your eyes are swollen from crying, but you keep staring at the surface of the water, watching it move so freely, so untouched, wondering why you feel so different, why you are different.
You’re still young enough to believe the world slows down when you’re hurting, young enough to sit on a dock and believe the water might listen.
That’s when you hear him approach, footsteps a little too fast, a little too loud. So wild, so soft, so reckless in the way only a kid can be.
“Here you are!” he says, slightly out of breath, stopping next to you and peeking down at the water like it might do something interesting. You recognize his voice immediately, your best friend’s voice, JJ’s. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, what are you-?”
You sob.
He freezes, glancing at you, then awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, unsure what to do.
“Uhm, you good?”
Silence. Not knowing what to do, he sits next to you, looking straight into the water. He’s not the kind of kid who knows emotions, let alone how to deal with them. But he does know pain, knows how it feels, even if he doesn’t know when or how it goes away.
Suddenly, he feels your head falling onto his shoulder. Another sob slips from your lips, and something in his chest aches a little.
Apart from your quiet sobs, there is silence. Not the cold, awkward kind, but the peaceful and confortable kind. He stays still, afraid to break it.
After a moment, you shift, pulling your legs up and turning to face him, sitting cross-legged. "I'm sorry". JJ mirrored you without thinking, ending up right in front of you, knees touching.
Without thinking, he grabs his black bandana, the one Big John gave him and always keeps tucked into his back pocket, and gently wipes the tears from your cheeks, scared he might break you.
The touch is soft, unsure.
That’s when you speak.
“There’s this girl in my class,” you say quietly. “She’s really pretty.”
You look up at JJ, but your eyes don’t stay on his for long, embarrassed, unsure.
“But… I’m nothing like her.”
JJ frowns a little. He doesn’t understand. Not really.
Because to him, you are pretty. So he doesn’t know what you mean at all.
“She has big blue eyes, a smile so bright it could light up all of Kildare…”
You hesitate, your fingers coming up to your hair, twisting a curl around them without thinking. “And she has this long, straight, blonde hair,” you add quietly.
Your voice falters. You look away, staring back at the water, pulling your knees closer to your chest. “My hair isn’t as pretty as hers,” you whisper. “And everybody thinks that”
Your eyes sting again, and JJ just looks at you, blinking, not really understanding. To him, none of it makes any sense.
After a moment of quiet, he blurts out what’s on his mind, his voice small and unsure. "But… I really like your curls...", he whispers "Curly", he adds, almost shy, like he didn’t mean to say the last word.
You freeze for a second, eyes wide. Your heart skips, your cheeks burning red. A tiny laugh slips out before you can stop it, nervous, surprised, a little giddy.
“You… you do?” you whisper, almost shy, twisting a curl around your finger without even realizing it. Your knees wobble slightly, and you notice you’ve been holding your breath.
He nods, and you can’t help it. You giggle again, soft and helpless, your chest fluttering. Somehow, just the word “Curly” makes everything feel lighter, warmer… like you belong.
Without thinking, you lean forward and wrap your arms around his middle, pressing your face against his chest. It’s not elegant or careful, just instinctive, like you’re trying to hold onto something that feels safe.
He freezes for a second, surprised, then slowly brings his arms around you too, one resting on your back, the other around your shoulders. You fit there easily, like it’s exactly where you belong.
You lean back just enough to look at him, your voice small, honest, and nervous. “I like your hair too… Blondie,” you murmur, almost as if it’s a secret.
He giggles softly, a little awkwardly, bouncing one foot on the dock. His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and for a moment, it feels like you’re the only two kids in the world, playing a game only you understand.
You don’t say anything after that. You just stay there, holding on, letting the world quiet down for a moment.
He twirls one of your curls gently around his finger, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"I could play with your curls forever, Curly," he says softly.
"And I’d let you, forever, Blondie," you reply, giggling a little at how serious he looks.
And just like that, it begins. Close. Safe. Theirs. The names stick, nicknames born from a moment only they understand, forever, like a little secret between two kids.
♡ A/N: Hi everyone! This is the very first moment Curly and Blondie became… well, Curly and Blondie. Just two kids, a dock, and a hug. Hope you enjoy this little childhood moment as much as I loved writing it! 😊🩵 Also, I had Laufey’s Letter to My 13-Year-Old Self on repeat while writing, which made it extra emotional 💔
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