𝘑𝘑 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 “𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴”
JJ had a million names for you. Ranging from “Cupcake” to “Ketchup bottle”, “Trouble maker” to “Short stack.”
“Sunshine” when you grinned at him first thing in the morning.
“Darling” when he was trying to charm his way out of trouble.
But “sweetness?” Oh, that was his favorite.
It was effortless, instinctual even, like he didn’t need to think before saying it.
“Need a hand, sweetness?” when he saw you struggling to carry something.
“Watch your step, sweetness.” with a guiding hand on your lower back.
“Damn, sweetness, you’re killin’ me.” with a lazy smirk as he looked up at you from between your thighs.
JJ used sweetness like it was a habit, like it was second nature, stitched into his vocabulary just for you. Like it was the only name that ever really fit you. It rolled off his tongue so naturally, in every situation— casual, teasing, protective, affectionate.
And when you teased him about it, asking why that one stuck, he just grinned, bumping his nose against yours.
“Because you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” he said, like it was the simplest truth in the world.
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