Requests are open (I’m writing for Obx right now) here’s a link for my prompt list :) PROMPTS
The ones with stars next to them are fan favorites ;) **
Outer Banks
JJ Maybank
First Kiss - During the guessing game, a past lie comes out and exposes a few secrets **
I Hate You - JJ and the Reader have a rocky relationship and that alla changes when someone gets very hurt.
Protective - "Touch her again and I'll break your wrist." **
Not Anymore - Reader wants to make her ex Rafe angry
The Project - JJ gets paired with the quiet girl and leans why she is so quiet.
5 Times - 5 Times the reader knew they were in love with JJ, and the one time they didn't have to hide it anymore. **
Give it Back - Based off of a tiktok
The Gala - Part 1 ~ Part 2 - JJ loves to pretend he's seoeone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged is just his speed.
Harry Potter
Oliver Wood
Big Fan - Reader transfers from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts and is excited to see her favorite Quidditch player.
George Weasley
Umbridge - George takes the fall for a prank Reader pulled because he knew about the punishment.
The Journal - Reader misplaces her diary and has to go on a search for it. **
Fred Weasley
Walkman - Fred wants to know more about muggle items and goes to the reader for help.
Shameless - The gang challenges Fred and the reader to fluster eachother after each being called shameless. **
Draco Malfoy
Date Day - Its the last day of summer before going back to school and you both plan a date day. **
The Wedding - Reader takes Draco to her sisters wedding
Jealousy - Reader hangs out with her best friend Blaise and someone gets jealous
Harry Potter
Kissletoe - Two oblivious idiots finally get thrown into eachother
Spencer Reid
The Mission - Spencer and Reader must act like a married couple at a party in order to get information on a hitman. They may do more than needed to prove being a married couple. **
Quick! - Reader brings Spencer to an office Christmas party to keep the office creep away from her.
Evidence - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.
Cuddles - Readers cat dies and Spencer comes over to comfort her.
Claustrophobia - Reader has claustrophobia and Spencer wants to help her get over it.
Mistletoe - Reader brings Spencer to her family's Christmas party, family tradition must continue, this heavily includes a mistletoe of course.
Biggest Fan - Y/n meets her favorite Doctor, and they hit it off.
Tension - Reader and Spencer aren't exactly the nicest to eachother, but that all changes on a jet ride home.
Sing for Me - Reader convinces Spencer to go to a bar with her and jealousy ensues. We have Protective! Spencer.
Knife Throwing - Reader cuts their hand badly on a knife and Spencer has to help her.
Safe Space - Spencer tries to barge into the safe space.
Pregnant? - You are pregnant and worried about telling Spencer.
Haunted - Spencer see's something in the office that he can't put his finger on. (This is in Spencer's POV)
Bleeding - Spencer comes home after the mission that got his leg shot. And you are NOT really taking it well.
Birthday - Reader accidentally finds out it's Spencer's birthday and she decides to surprise him with some gifts. **
The Transporter ~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 - y/n lives in a world not so far in the future where a multiverse is proven, and now they are doing human studies. Sending people to their chosen show/movie universes as experiments. They get to live their ideal life surrounded by their favorite characters.
Tap Tap Tap - Three little taps becomes something much more when his best friend is in the clutches of an unsub.
Matthew Gray Gubler
Thoughts ~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 - Soulmate AU where you hear your soulmates thoughts.
Kisses - Reader is an artist with serious art block. So she decides to kiss her best friend all over and turn it into art. **
The Screw - Matthew gives the screw from his knee to a special girl. **
Newlyweds - Furniture shopping as newlyweds :)
Manager - Reader is getting a little frustrated with a man who doesn't believe she is Matthews manager.
Pajamas - Reader really misses Matthew, so she puts on one of his sweatshirts and is reminded of just how small she is.
Memories - Readers boyfriend breaks up with her and she heads to Matthews house, where she recalls all the times she knew she was in love with Matthew.
Paparazzi - Matthew tries to look cool I'm paparazzi pictures. The key word is tries.
Living with Matthew Gray Gubler during quarantine would include...
Halloween - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party. **
The Photographer - Y/n is a celebrity photographer, and Matthew's birthday is coming up. This calls for a birthday shoot. **
Posting every day to get you guys to send me requests!
I’m prioritizing requests for
-Jimmy McGill (yes, my preference HAS aged with me 🥰)
-JJ Maybank
-Peter Parker
-Kim Wexler
-Spencer Reid / MGG
-But request ANYONE you would like! I will always consider it!
So let’s talk about what I’ve been up to the past couple years!
In 2021, I met a wonderful man, he has since flipped my life upside down in a positive way! We are approaching 5 years together, and 3 of those years we’ve been living in a van full-time. We started in Indiana and now live in San Diego, California. We took a 3 month trip recalling all the way up to Washington and back down the coast, which was STUNNING!
Truly though, this man steeped straight out of my fanfiction dreams. We’ve never once fought, despite living practically in a box together. He tells me how beautiful I am each and every day, many times a day. I’m treated like a gd princess and I’m so lucky, and it’s inspiring for my writing now!! Here I’ll attach some pics of us and the roadtrip. Now GO REQUEST SOMETHING CUTIES!
Summary - Reader has been going to university 4 hours away from home and is having a hard time adjusting.
Word Count - 2.6k (that’s right I’m back baby)
Thank you so much @jellyfishmaybank for the request. They requested the prompt “Do you know it’s 3am?” For JJ and this immediately came to mind 😝💕
Warnings - it’s a little steamy starting about halfway through but no full smut. Slightly foul language lol just very intimate!!!!
PS please please please go to my pinned master list and send me a request! I have a prompt list on there for inspiration. I’m writing for Jimmy McGill, JJ Maybank, Peter Parker, or really anyone you’d like I will absolutely consider!!
When I was 15, and so excited to grow up and move on with life, I overlooked so much pain. You get so caught up, ready to escape your situation that you forget that change comes with lots of unsettling feelings.
And here I sat, unsettled. I’d been taking edibles every night to help me sleep, first year out of my house and all the grass is greener on the other side bullshit was starting to wear off quickly. “I need to stop by the dispensary soon.” Repeated over and over in my head, I meant to write it down days ago, so this is my 4th night struggling to get to sleep. I toss and turn and once I finally start seeing semblance of a dream, it’s like my body remembers I’m not in my comfy little bed, my parents just downstairs or…I don’t even want to think about that.
But really it was all I could think about.
JJ and I have never spent more than 1 week apart, let alone 6 months, since we were 7 years old. We have been neighbors and best friends for practically as long as I could remember. He is the one and only boy that my mom allowed to sleep over at the house, my safe person. I had to leave, I did my first year at Duke online and wanted to do another. But after much encouragement from my parents and JJ, I decided to jump at the opportunity to do my sophomore year in person, make some new friends and meet people outside of my circle. I was excited at the idea, but I had no idea the attachment was just as much physical as it is emotional. The weekly FaceTimes and daily pictures we sent eachother were not cutting it for me.
I at last flipped on my side and closed my eyes, imagining when JJ was teaching me how to surf, the joy on both of our faces when I finally stood, it calmed my body and mind-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My eyes shot open, heart pounding from my chest. This is totally helping my already crippling fear of being in this dorm alone, as my roomate was out for the next couple days in her hometown. Muffled talking came from the other side of the door, followed by another BANG! I grabbed my hammer from my tool bag, the only “weapon” I’ve got, and went to the peep hole. I was surprised to see that it was… obstructed? It looked like fur was being held up to the door.
“Y/n… please let me in.” My hand grabbed the handle, urgently ripping it open.
“JJ, do you know it’s 3am?!” My arms immediately engulfed his figure and his snaked around my waist.
“I couldn’t sleep, I decided that 4 hours of driving with good sleep at the end was better than restlessly rolling around my bed all night.” His eyes were tired and his hair was flat.
“You have no idea how much I needed you to come here tonight.” I squeezed him tighter and he let go.
“Speaking of, I have something for you.” I laughed giddily and watched as he rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a small bag of my favorite sleepy edibles. “Figured we could take some and get some sleep?” I couldn’t tell if I was tearing up from the lack of sleep or how freaking sweet this was, I imagine it’s both. I nodded furiously and hugged him again. We each took one and sat on the couch together.
“Have you been having trouble sleeping a lot?” He nodded, “Me too, I can’t really sleep without the edibles…” we sat silently for a moment. “I had no idea it would be this hard to be away from, everything.”
“Everyone misses you, we talk about you all the time. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so glad you’re taking this opportunity by the balls,” I giggle lightly at this “I just selfishly wish I could do it with you, that I could stay by your side the whole way.” It wasn’t rare that JJ was this vulnerable with me, it always made me laugh when people said that he was closed off. To me JJ is an endless stream of confession of his consciousness. He’s never been afraid to say what he means to me and how he feels.
Everyone says “why don’t you guys just date” Or just assume we are, and we never deny them. There is a sense of safety and comfortability that we have made with eachother, one that doesn’t need a label or to be explained in great detail. We’ve talked about it ourselves, and decided to just let it be what it is, special and wonderful.
“Do you feel like we act too much like we are dating?” JJ asked me after we plopped on my bed post beach-party. I quirked an eye brow, this was the first time it seemed he may feel insecure about what other people think about his actions.
“Does that matter to you? I’m genuinely asking because I can make sure that I don’t sit on your lap or touch you too much if you want to make it clear you’re single.” His face reddened and he stared at his hands, hair falling lazily into his face. I was not saying that with any malice, and he knew that, it made my heart beat speed up seeing him having this little internal battle.
“It’s not that it’s just, I don’t know. People look at us in a way I don’t really understand sometimes.”
“Is it in a way you don’t understand, or are you sensing that they don’t understand us?” He shrugged and nodded at my question. “They don’t understand because it’s not something to understand, and people have rigid lines in which they think romance, intimacy and friendship belong in. We don’t care about those. I’m deeply in love with you and don’t feel the need to put words to it because you’re just my JJ.” He smiled, still examining his hands.
“Yeah, fuck those lonely idiots.” I came up and curled in his lap, him wrapping his arms around my neck and moving the hair from my face. “There’s no other person I could love and cherish more than you.” He kissed my forehead and held me closer.
That was two years ago, and we’ve held the same thought ever since.
“Me too, I miss you so much every day.” I agreed.
“I don’t… I don’t think I want to live without you.”
“Oh JJ you’ll never have to.”
“I think I want to be, official? About it?” I narrowed my eyes at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ve been saving up-“
“Why did you really come here tonight J?” He leaned his head back on the couch quickly.
“I’m trying to tell you ya fuckin dork! You already make me nervous enough! I knew I should have written this down.”
“Oh my god you’re confessing your love!”
“Jesus Christ y/n.” His head was in his hands now, but I could see how he was smiling into them.
“How could I even make you nervous after all these years anyway?” I shoved his shoulder, revealing his smiling yet beet red face.
“Okay I’m just going to let it out since you have the interruption machine on. I know that we are aware of our love for eachother, but it’s now at a point for me that I need that security that I’m for you and you’re for me. I’ve not felt possessive over you ever until all my thoughts before bed are how some dude could be charming you over here and I can’t stand it. I love you so much, I want to come home to you every day, I want to hear your ramblings. I sit all day and think about how I’d rather be holding flash cards for you or listening to you tell me about your favorite thing you learned today. I cannot stand to pretend that I don’t want to jump through the phone when we are FaceTiming just to give you a kiss. I want you, more than anything.” He was breathing hard and my edible was starting to kick in, I didn’t notice my own heart beat until now. “And it’s true, I’ve slept next to you for too many nights now, I can’t sleep right without you.” My silence must have made him feel rejected, he was slightly leaning away and looking anywhere but my eyes. I crawled closer, swinging my legs over his and leaning onto my hands.
“I agree.” I nodded as he laughed in disbelief.
“That’s it?!”
“Okay fine! I love you so much my heart hurts! I think about you every day and look at your surf-babe thirst traps wishing I was jumping your bones that second! Good gravy is it not obvious?” I said it casually, but I could feel my cheeks heating up. A new look now in his eyes he leaned towards my face.
“They’re all for you, the pictures.”
“I knew it!!”
“No you did not.” He shot back, then we sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
“So what is it you want exactly?” I asked finally.
“I want to be your partner.” It tickled me how he said that. Not that he wanted me to be his partner, but he wanted to be mine. I only nodded again, but this time I lightly grabbed his chin and brought his lips to mine. It was a gentle but lingering kiss, barely touching but holding for a while before pulling away.
“Soooo, do you have a contract I can sign to like, seal this deal?” I quipped. He was sat back further from me again, breathing short and shallow breaths, pupils blown wide in the dim room. I bet the edible is kicking for him too. He smiled lazily and ran his hand down my calf.
“Shoot, I didn’t bring one.” I snapped in an “awe snap” motion and shook my head in sarcastic disappointment. “I guess I’ll just have to figure out another way to seal the deal.” He put my legs around him and pulled himself up so he was hovering over me.
“Oh wow JJ, you really just wanted to ask me out to get in my pants huh?” I was only half-joking, and he could tell. He backed up immediately, and sat, putting his hands up.
“Woah no, no I just, I really just wanted to kiss on you, I am not ready for that, I want to make that special for us.” JJ looked slightly sobered-up and very serious. I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him.
“Okay, I would love that.” He smiled and playfully pushed me back on the couch again.
His lips came down on mine with what felt like restraint. It was a beautiful kiss that held tension and pent up energy behind it. His hands were shaking a bit, holding my sides. “Are you nervous baby?” I asked. He hummed softly.
“I just wanna do it right.” He kissed behind my ear and I whined a bit, so he did it again. Then he continued down my neck. “Am I doing it right, baby?” The word shot butterflies right to my stomach and really everywhere else, every kiss amplifying that feeling. He trailed to my collarbone and shoulders, pulling on my shirt a little. “Can I please take this off?” I nodded, now struggling to hold back a moan.
He unbottoned my shirt slowly, delicate movements despite how he was still lightly trembling. After shrugging it off I brought his lips back to mine, a much hungrier kiss now. He pulled away from me after just one.
“Woah now, don’t get me too riled up, I just want to relax you so we can cuddle up and sleep.” I want to roll my eyes so badly but I don’t have the energy, so I just flop back. I can hear him chuckle a bit as he returns to my shoulder. He kisses down my arm all the way to my hand and repeats in the other side. Then down the center of my chest and down to my bellybutton.
“Hey that tickles!” I screech and he laughs into my stomach.
“Okay okay!” Now he’s kissing around my bra and I’m getting increasingly more upset that we aren’t going to take it all the way tonight, though I know it’s good we aren’t, as we need sleep. I’m a moaning mess and one of his hands reaches up to silence me a bit. “Y/n don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
“Oh, what’s hard now?” I sit up to look him in the eye while saying this. He looks at me through his lashes while he’s kissing very slowly on my pelvic bone, pulling ever so slightly at my shorts.
“I think you know.” He leaves my underwear but tilts his head in question as he starts pulling my pajama shorts down, I shake my head yes and he continues. He rubs his hands up and down my thighs and just admires, “You are so damn gorgeous.” He sighs with a hint of incredulity, as if not believing I was who he was caressing. He leans forward and places only a couple gentle kisses to my underwear, smiling into me when I moaned for him again. “Can only give you so much, you little addict.” He joked while moving to my outer thighs. I whined in protest and softly smacked the back of his head.
“God I’ve dreamt of this.” I confessed with no hesitation.
“No way, since when?” He was eager for an answer, but persisted his kisses that were now coming up my inner calf.
“Mmm I think since we watched Bridgerton together a couple years ago? We were watching one of the steamy scenes and I for some reason just kind of… started imagining you doing that to me.” He stopped now, cheeks glowing and just looking up at me with a giddy smile. “I didn’t know what to think about it, then I looked over at you and you were really intently looking at the screen, and I could see that you were hard through your sweatpants. That happened to really turn me on and I guess that feeling has never died since.” He kissed more feverishly up my inner thigh and down the other, finally making his way back up to my face. He kissed my nose and cheekbones, then a bunch of quick ones all over. We were both laughing and I shoved him.
“I’ve sadly ignored my dirty thoughts about you because it felt disrespectful.” He looked genuinely sad about this. “I wish I would have known how much you wanted me.” He burst out in another laugh and kissed me hard, holding my face so tight like I may fall away from him. “And although I want more of you, we’ve really got to sleep. What time do you have class tomorrow?”
“I can afford to skip one day of classes, we are staying in tomorrow.” I got the equivalent of a “mom look” from JJ. “I’m serious baby, we can just cuddle all day.” I could see him melt, his eyes lids drooping sleepily.
“Okay okay, come on.” He pulled me off the couch and scooped me up, bringing us to my room. He put me on the inside, same position we slept in so many times. We held eachother just like before but with a new energy. I felt even safer, yet almost too elated to fall asleep. JJ was already snoring as I settled in.
omg no way, I just got back into reading! This must be fate :) maybe one of these will inspire you 🩷
8. "Dude it's 3 in the morning" or
72. "Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that"
For JJ, if you couldn't guess from my username ;) I've read everything else you've written for him and love it.
HELLO thank you so freaking much for sending me a request! I just wrote it all in one swing so apologies if it isn’t the best BUT I’m about to post it and I’ll tag ya. It’s a little steamy 👀
Uhhhh HEY GUYS OMG?? Idk if any of my followers are still here but hello, it’s been many years since I’ve said a word on here. I’ve been really missing writing, don’t really know where to go from here. It feels strange to turn back to fanfiction at almost 24 year olds but I don’t just miss writing, I miss YOU GUYS. I would be an absolute honor if you guys would go to my prompts and request fics for any of these people, I will put them in order of my drive to write for them in a list at the end!
In other news, my life has quite literally flipped upside down (in a good way!) since last week spoke. I’ve now been full-time living in a van with my wonderful boyfriend for nearly 3 years straight. I live in California and I’m deeply in love, and it only grows bigger by the day. Also I’m bald lol? I buzzed my head last year and haven’t looked back since, I love it. I hope there’s someone still on here reading, and if you are PLEASE INTERACT I’m so much smarter and probably better at writing fanfiction now?? Idk I’ve finally experienced romance 🥹😭 plz send requests, my inbox is open!
-Jimmy McGill ~ Better Call Saul
-Whitaker ~ The Pitt
-Ellie Williams ~ The Last of Us
-Peter Parker (age 18+!) ~ Spiderman
-Miles Morales (Age 18+!) - Spiderverse
-JJ Maybank ~ OBX
Prompt list here
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Little life update for those who care, if you barely scroll you can see me talking about my boy and meeting him and such, he is still so very much the best. We are building a living van together and going to begin traveling the country most likely in the spring :) I’m so very excited
Hey! I wanna say I wish you have a good month! You're wonderful and nice and you make my days better with your blog and personality! Hapiness, love and health for you 🤗
This is NOT my usual content, and I'm sorry about that. But for my followers who are possibly interested in my personal life, I have a little background for you in the romantic department. I'm to a point where I think I need to just put this out there and let the universe take care of it for me so, here goes nothing.
I'm convinced that I met the real-life version of JJ Maybank (but this means much less of a man hoe). A traveling, weed-smoking, understanding gentleman that happened to be within arms reach this while time. My very own JJ Maybank was RIGHT THERE IN MY BEST FRIENDS FAMILY FOREVER.
I didn't believe in love at first sight, I really didn't. My love life is kind of a struggle. For a while, I blamed it on commitment issues. Then decided maybe I was just *scared*.
The first (and only) boy I ever fell in love with was a year above me. Every girl in theatre (and out of theatre) swooned over him. He was the definition of perfection.
6'1, thick dark hair, dark green eyes with an absolutely sculpted body. He had the voice of an angel and dance moves to get any sad-spirited person moving.
That's not particularly what I cared about, but this story isn't about him.
The next boy I was romantically involved with was a good friend of mine. We had an obvious connection (though I didn't realize it was a *friend* kind of connection). I dated him for 4 days and dumped him ( broke his little heart) because I realized he was manipulative and possessive.
Mr. Rockstar is next, a year younger than me. He was the only guy I've ever done actual 'couple' things with. He seemed to be a gentleman. He always asked when doing things, took me on nice dates, played the guitar for me. But I should have taken our difference in religious and political opinion as a red flag. Soon enough he was going off to college, and that was something I didn't mind. Though I guess the whole 'long distance' thing was a problem for him. And he wanted the "full college experience". This tore me a little bit, but I soon recovered.
My most ambitious quest for a guy was my ex-boss. Now I know how bad that sounds, it is. We also had lots of differences in opinion. But he was *so* funny and didn't stand up for shitty men. So I saw him as a great guy. He, unfortunately, saw us on different paths (and also got my age wrong, showed how much he cared.)
After him I kind of gave up, I talked to a few guys, even went back to some old guys I talked to minorly. But, just as it was before, I wasn't interested enough. I knew I had to be all in for a guy if I wanted it to last any amount of time. So I saw this time as a time for myself.
Not too long ago my best friend was going through an extremely hard time. Of course, I was there for her every step of the way. After the whole *event* she went through, I decided I wanted us to have a night out. Just us. I asked her where she wanted to go, saying I'd take her anywhere.
"The Bistro! It's new downtown, my cousin works there. It's kind of expensive but-"
"I don't care, I'm taking you, sounds good." She smiled, just nodding.
It was a mere hour before we were standing outside of the restaurant. It was a small place between a brokerage and a tobacco store.
"It's not a very busy place because no one knows about it yet." She said pushing the door open. I was fiddling with my keys, shoving them in my pocket, then looking up. I immediately made eye contact with a waiter. My heart was pounding in my chest in an instant.
*Woah, what is this feeling?*
It was a mixture of anxiety and a feeling I'm still not sure of, but I knew it wasn't something I felt before. I couldn't even see this guy's face, it was covered by a mask, and he was giving me major butterflies. He then came up, hugging my friend.
*Oh you've got to be shitting me. **that's** her cousin?*
Now I had met this kid before, about 5 years ago. And I would say *met* very loosely. I happened to be sitting in his house and he happened to walk through.
My friend spoke to him for a moment as we were led to our seats by our waitress. All while this is happening *I'm* trying to figure out what I just felt. We ordered our food and he came over to talk to us again. He talked to her about how he dealt with his emotions, meditation and a little bit of shweed if you know what I mean. He talked about how relaxing it was traveling all over the country and just having fun. The more he talked the more I thought.
*Maybe those feelings I was having? Was intuition that this guy was my type to a T.*
I left the restaurant with my friend *knowing* that I had to get this guy in my life, whether that meant he was just a friend or not.
Days later I told her about it, being extremely nervous, considering she was pretty close to him. That's like telling someone you like their sister. Mind you this is my best friend, I don't want her angry with me.
But she was quite the opposite.
"Oh! This is so exciting!"
"What?" I asked, looking up from my feet.
"I would rather you date him than almost anyone. You would be cute together!" I breathed a sigh of relief, metaphorically wiping sweat off of my forehead.
Days later my friend needed me to take her to a doctor's appointment.
"Do you wanna go see your aunt? Since she got that surgery recently?" I asked as we headed to the office.
"You just wanna see him, don't you?" She gave me a sly look, I kept my eyes on the road.
"No, I want to check on your aunt." This was true, her aunt loved me. Said I could hold an intelligent conversation well and she found it admirable. Though my friend was also right, I was hoping he would be there.
"Yeah, okay." She laughed, shoving my shoulder. "We can go see her." And so we did, afterward.
We had long conversations with her aunt, her cousin walking out in the middle of one after we had been there for an hour. My friend looked at me with a smirk and I just rolled my eyes.
"You know, I would love it if you guys just moved in. I think it would be good for my mental health." She said. Before I could even process that sentence, her son was intervening.
"Yeah! And I can make you guys breakfast in the morning and dinner at night. I need more people to cook for." On the outside, I was cool calm, and collect. But on the *inside* I was screaming. This is too good to be true, what is even happening.
I set my drink down after taking the last sip. No more than 2 minutes later, mid-conversation the boy walks up and grabs my cup.
"You know that's hers right." She said, pointing to me.
"Yes mom, I know who's it is." He laughed, pouring more water into it and setting it in front of me. *Men like this actually exist, like actually exist!!!*
I thanked him and took another sip of water to cover my totally behooved face.
Soon enough we were on the topic of cooking and this really excited the man. He whipped out 4 spoons and two different quarts of olive oil.
"Now one of these is from Walmart and the other is from a healthy organic store. I want you to guess which ones which." He poured some on the spoons, handing them to me one by one. I swallowed the first one, making my face scrunch up.
"Well, that one tastes like plastic." He smiled, handing me the next one. This one was smooth. "That one actually kind of tastes good, on its own." His smile grew.
"Yes!" He then went on with a detailed explanation of different olive oils and why some of them taste so bad. He cooks real, fancy food.
I can't explain how much I like this guy. Not only is he all these chivalrous and kind things. He was also raised by a family who helped him work through his emotions properly. He listens when you talk about how you feel and tries to understand. He's gone through hardships and he isn't an asshole, he just learned from them. His spirit is free and fun and I just can't get over it. I'm really hoping this is the one thing in my life that works out for me, because before this my luck was pretty slim (not just my love life).
So I'm personally asking the universe, please. Please don't pull this rug out from under me. Just let me be happy for a little while, even if it's temporary.
Summary - Bi! Reader talks about sleeping with a girl to the pogues and someone gets jealous
Word Count - 1.2k
This request is from the LOVELY @purple-flamingo (Who again, gives the best requests ;))
Y/n opened the door to the chateau, every head turning to her as she burst in.
"Oh, I've *got* to tell you guys about my night." She sighed happily, sitting next to Sarah on the couch. She had just come back from a party, one she told me about yesterday. It was a party someone from the mainland was throwing and she gushed earlier about how she just *had* to go. My head shot up as she started talking, listening intently.
Usually, I would be there at parties to protect her from creeps but she said it was invite-only. Though she expressed she had wished I could go. Her hands waved enthusiastically as she began talking about her night.
"Okay so I met this girl, her name is Paige. And I was telling her about how I recently came out and she was *very* intrigued by this." Y/n had recently come out to us as Bi. We were all kind of expecting it, she checked *everyone* out.
"Well, one thing led to another and we hooked up." A smile grew on her face as I tried to keep mine from dropping. "I'm telling you, I've been with 3 guys before this and she was the best of all of them, hands down." She slammed her hands on the table. It was a normal occurrence for us to talk to the group about our sexual endeavors but it hurt extra bad to hear about Y/n's. I just had to silently wish it was me. Sarah elbowed her side.
"Oh my God Y/n congrats! Was she hot?" Y/n pulled her phone from her pocket and pulled up a picture of a girl with short black hair, big glasses, green eyes, and big lips. She was gorgeous, but *nothing* compared to who was holding the phone. "Holy shit those eyes!" Sarah said, her eyes widening. "Score." She laughed with Y/n.
"I knew girls would be better at sex than guys." Kie huffed with a shake of her head.
"Oh yeah, they are." I felt my chest tighten along with my jaw, Kiara looking at me with a quirked eyebrow. I just gave her the side-eye and continued listening.
"They know exactly what you need and actually attend to your needs. Nothing compared to those jackrabbits I hooked up with before. I could do better with my hand." Everyone laughed and I just shifted in my seat, swallowing hard. I felt selfish with the thoughts that ran through my head.
*What if she didn't like guys after this? I would have lost my opportunity.*
I stood up from my seat, everyone's eyes shifting to me.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'm not feeling too well." I announced, walking towards my room at the chateau. I wasn't completely lying, my stomach was churning hearing her talk about someone else. I could feel the familiar pressure behind my eyes I got before a headache started.
Once in my room, I shut the door, falling back onto my bed. One side of me wanted to go out and mess around with some touron.
And the other side just wanted to cry.
I heard mumbles from the living room, and soon enough, just as I predicted, someone was knocking on my door.
"What?" I grumbled.
"It's Kie, can I come in? I need something." She asked from the other side of the door, nonchalantly. I mumbled a "sure" and she opened the door, closing it behind her. "Now are you gonna tell me what the hell you're doing in here?" Her arms crossed over her chest, a curious look in her eyes.
"I said I'm not feeling well. Now, what did you need so you can leave?" She rolled her eyes at my question.
"You know damn well I didn't need anything. Now what's wrong?" I stayed silent, thinking if I didn't answer her *maybe* she would just leave. "Is this about Y/n?"
"What's that suppose to mean?" It came out much more defensively than I anticipated, not helping my situation.
"Come on J. I know you've got feelings for her, I know you too well to not notice." I wasn't sure what to say to that. I didn't want her to be right, or for her to *know* that she was right.
"If you refuse to make a move, I'll ask her out for you." I could hear the seriousness behind her words.
"You wouldn't."
"Watch me." She turned around, opening my door and walking out. I stumbled from the bed in surprise, tripping over my own feet.
"Kie!" I yelled, following her down the hall. She made it to the living room, standing in front of Y/n.
"Hey Y/n! Can you come to my room I need to talk to you about, uh, about my headache!" I yelled, my words coming out of my mouth fast and loud. Everyone's faces, including hers, were painted with concern.
"Uh, sure." She laughed, getting up from the couch and adjusting her jacket. On her way to me, she grabbed her purse. "I've got some ibuprofen." She smiled, shaking the bottle in the air a little bit.
"Perfect." I threw a dirty look behind her at Kiara. She sat smugly on the loveseat. I lead her to my room and shut the door behind us.
"This isn't about a headache is it?" She asked, sitting on my bed with a pouty face. The pill bottle hung loosely in her hand.
"Not, really." I huffed, sitting on the bed next to her. She dropped the bottle on the floor, turning to me fully.
"What's up then? You could have just said you wanted to talk." A laugh was behind her voice, probably questioning me.
"So you and that girl." I started, not really knowing how to start this conversation. Stupid Kiara.
"Paige? Yeah, she was cool." She nodded nonchalantly. "You knew I liked girls, right?" She asked.
"Well, of course, I just didn't know you were sleeping with them." My shoulders shrugged, her face contorted. She looked offended.
"Does that bother you?" Her jaw was tight, eyes slightly squinted at me. Clearly, that did *not* come out how I intended.
"No! No. That's not how I meant it. I just, this is really hard." I put my hands over my face, shaking my head.
"Then what exactly did you mean by that JJ?" Her arms crossed over her chest, making it clear that she was not happy.
"I mean, I feel like this when you sleep with anyone." Her eyebrows furrowed, lip curling up a bit.
"Huh?"
"I'm jealous okay?"
"You get girls all the time JJ, you shouldn't be jealous that I get a few." She giggled, completely clueless to what I was saying.
"I'm not jealous of you ya dimwit." I turned my head to her. "I'm jealous of *them*." Her face showed realization, leaning back a little, I assume of shock.
"Oh..." I only nodded. "Well maybe you can take their place sometime?" She smiled at me. "Or we could start a little milder, preferably. Maybe a date? Picnic?"
"I would love that." I said, flashing her a smile. "Do you really think girls are better though?" She shrugged.
"Maybe I just haven't been with the right guy. This could've happened soon if you would have just spoken up, pussy." She laughed, getting up from my bed.
"Tomorrow at 6?" She nodded, leaving and closing the door behind her.
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Summary - The gang goes on a road trip and there are fewer beds than planned ;) Reader learns just why JJ doesn't want to sleep in the same bed :(
Word Count - 1.9k
Warnings - angst, mentions of JJ's dad
Hurt comfort y'all, hurt comfort
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Road trips were one of my favorite things, especially with my favorite people. We were currently going to Kalahari indoor water park in Ohio. I was shaken awake as I feel the vehicle come to a stop.
"Y/n, we're here!" JJ said loudly in my face. My hands came up to push him away from me.
"Shut *up*!" I groaned, sitting up quickly and wiping my eyes. Everyone was gathering their bags and Pope was sliding the door open.
"Have a good nap?" Sarah asked with a smile, I nodded in response, tying my hair into a ponytail. I stepped out of the van and smelled the cool night air. Even from the outside, you could smell the chlorine.
"Y/n, could you go check us in? It's under my name. We will get your bags." I nodded, walking in the huge front doors and immediately being greeted.
"Hi, there! Checking in?" The woman asked, I replied with a polite yes as she lead me to the counter. "Name?"
"It should be under John B, or maybe John Routledge." I tapped my fingers on the counter, looking up at the extremely high ceilings.
"Ah yes, John Routledge. 4-bed suite correct?" My eyebrows scrunched at this. Our room was *supposed* to be a 5-bed. One for each of us, excluding Sarah and John B.
"You mean 5-bed?" I asked. She looked back at the computer, typing something in. She shook her head slowly.
"No sorry, it's indeed set for 4 beds." She made an apologetic face. "I would upgrade you to a 5-bed for free but we are packed at the moment, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I knew what that meant, considering Kiara and Pope had a little romantic falling out not too long ago.
"That's alright, it's not your fault." I smiled, she handed me 2 room cards and apologized again. I walked out to the group, who was still gathering all of our stuff.
"Christ Kie what is *in* here?" Pope groaned, pulling her bag from the back. They bickered a bit before I interrupted them.
"So bad news," I announced loudly, all heads whipping my way. "they messed up the room." I huffed.
"What? Do we still have one?" John B asked in an annoyed tone. I held up our room cards.
"Yeah but unfortunately we only have 4 beds and not 5." I watched as Pope and Kie awkwardly looked at each other. I was not going to do that to Pope. He needed closure and sleeping with her was going to do him no good. "So JJ and I are going to share a bed." I said giving JJ a look. He just nodded.
I grabbed my bag from his hand and thanked him.
"So you wanna sleep with me huh?" He asked, closer to my ear. I slapped his chest lightly.
"In your dreams J."
"Yeah, you are." He winked. I just rolled my eyes and lead us inside. Our room was on the third floor so we took the elevator up. I slid one of the cards in, hearing a click as the door opened.
The room was beautiful. It was huge and sectioned off into 4 parts. Two parts were full bedrooms. Another part was the kitchen with a half wall the combined where the other two beds were. Then there was the bathroom. Though there was another bathroom attached to one of the bedrooms.
"Holy shit Sarah, you spoiled us." I laughed, setting my bag on the ground.
'This room is awesome!" Kie gushed, walking over to the huge windows to the outside.
"I figured if we are staying for 4 days we would want a nice room to come back to." She shrugged.
"I say we get our stuff in our rooms and go to bed." I said, with a stretch.
"You just woke up from a nap." JJ said plainly. I looked up at him with a shitty look.
"Shut up, I'm always tired." I waved him off. "Sarah and John B get the room with the private bathroom." I pointed to the right. "Kie and Pope get the two beds here, and JJ and I get the other room." We all split off, dragging our bags with us.
I fell back onto the king-sized bed after putting my bag in the corner. The bed was so soft.
"Comfy?" JJ asked sitting next to me and sinking into the bed. "Woah, yeah it's comfy." He sighed, laying next to me.
"This wasn't what I was expecting when they said 4 beds." I thought out loud. "I expected like, 3 small beds and a big bed."
"Me too." He said, staring at the ceiling fan that spun on low. "We don't have to sleep here together though, you can have the bed." He said, pointing to the little couch that sat in our private room. I looked at him with an unbelievable look.
"Are you kidding? You are not going to fit on that couch. You're sleeping in this bed with me."
"Damn, didn't know you wanted me in bed so bad." He teased. He wasn't wrong, though the way he was implying was more sexual than the innocent reason that flooded my head. I just wanted to cuddle him.
Maybe not in the 'just friends' way either.
But he didn't need to know that.
"Mhmmm." I just agreed, standing up and grabbing clothes from my bag. "I'm gonna go get into my pajamas." I said, leaving the room and going into the bathroom. I changed into sleep shorts and a big t-shirt.
I came out of the bathroom, walking into our open bedroom door.
"You care if I close the door?" I asked semi-loudly, not seeing JJ anywhere. He came from the side of the room, ruffling his hair. I bit the inside of my cheek seeing he was only in shorts. Sure, I had seen JJ shirtless *plenty* of times. But now I was going to be sleeping in bed with him.
"Go ahead." He said, turning the lamp on one side of the bed off. I nodded, shutting the door behind me. I climbed in next to him, turning my lamp off.
"Night JJ." I whisperer, falling asleep to scenarios about the boy who was currently less than a foot away from me.
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My eyes opened slowly, feeling the bed shifting around significantly. The room was extremely dark as I sat up, trying to figure out what was going on. I blinked profusely to adjust my eyes and looked next to me. JJ was flinching and whining in his sleep, his eyes squeezed shut impossibly tight. I narrowed my eyes at him, was he having a nightmare?
His head shook and his face scrunched. I could only imagine what was going on in the poor boy's head. I shook his arm a little.
"JJ." He ripped his arm from my grip, eyes still closed. I grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it a little hard. He gasped and shot up in the bed, a tear rolling down his cheek. His breathing was labored, grabbing at his chest and looking around frantically.
"JJ, hey look at me." I said, shaking his hand. As his eyes looked into mine, I saw fear.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He croaked, clearly still holding back a cry.
"I don't care, what's wrong?" I asked, scooting to sit in front of him. He sucked his lips into his mouth, looking down at his hands, which were now detached from mine.
"Just a nightmare." He said, shutting his eyes tightly, another tear rolling down his cheek. I hated seeing him like this, JJ was so strong. I wiped his tear with my thumb and he began hyperventilating again. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He whimpered. "It felt so real." His voice cracked at the end, his hands flying to cover his face.
"Hey, hey, look at me. You're with me, no one else." He still shook with silent cries. "Was it about your dad?" I asked carefully, not wanting to send him into a spiral. I saw a slight nod. "Okay, does this feel like a panic attack?" I asked quietly. He nodded again, I could hear him barely sniffle.
I pulled his hands from his face, the poor baby looked a mess. His face was red and puffy, tears and sweat making it look like someone poured a bucket of water on him. His eyes were shut still, his lips trembling and nostrils flared. I put my hands on the side of his face.
"Just look at me, open your eyes." I stated quietly, his eyes fluttering open. His normally light blue eyes were dim and dull as he looked into mine. "When I was little, I had lots of panic attacks. My mom researched what helps best and skin-to-skin releases oxytocin, a happy chemical." I said, running my hands down his shoulders and scooting closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back slowly.
His arms still hung by his side as I felt his ragged breathing.
"On both ends." I said, grabbing his hands and slipping them under my shirt, resting them on the small of my back. He pulled me much closer now, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "Now just feel how I'm breathing." I tried to keep a steady breath, for him. My ear was right up against his chest, hearing his speeding heart slow slightly.
"Thank you." I heard him say into my hair, still squeezing me tightly.
"Of course JJ, anything for you." My hands ran up and down his back, his breathing slowed to a calm after a few minutes. He pulled away, wiping his face and pushing his hair back.
"I'm really sorry about that." He apologized.
"JJ, I don't mind. It was no bother to me in the slightest."
"I've never calmed down from a panic attack so fast." He shook his head. "You do that often?"
"Nope, just for you." I smirked.
"Well, I appreciate it, a lot." I could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Any other suggestions you have about skin-to-skin contact?" I was always bad at reading signs, but this seemed like a sign.
"You mean like more intimate ways?" I asked slowly, not knowing if I was crossing a line.
"Yeah, like, do you think it would calm me down more if," he put his hand on my cheek, "if maybe I kissed you?" The room was suddenly much brighter. I could see his eyes and how vulnerable his face was. The fact that I was *not* answering was probably fueling his anxiety. But I knew I could not get words out even if I tried, so I only nodded.
He leaned forward quickly, his lips landing on mine softly. Our noses bumped slightly at the sudden movement. His hand rested between my neck and shoulder and mine pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Our lips detached after a few seconds.
"So you did want me in bed." He teased, just inches from my face. I smiled with a shake of my head.
"You're such an ass." I said, lying back down. He laid next to me, putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. "Skin-to-skin also happens to help with nightmares." I said, grabbing his hand. His legs entangled with mine.
"Guess you'll have to sleep with me more often." He said plainly, bringing a massive smile to my face.
This is a request from @purple-flamingo they give the BEST REQUESTS OMG
Tropes - enemies to lovers ;)
WARNINGS - MAJOR SEASON 2 SPOILERS
JJ requests are OPEN. My masterlist is pinned and there's a prompt list if you wanna use it!!
Summary - JJ and Reader have a rocky relationship and that changes when someone gets very hurt.
Word Count - 2.5k
"If we do get out of here, with a bunch of money, I'm getting a new board. And I'm gonna take a surf trip, the worlds callin'. I don't know, name a place." Sweat dripped down my forehead, making my face scrunch at the feeling. How could JJ be talking about the money when we were practically being baked in here.
"Spain." Kie said, humoring him.
"Okay Spain yeah, then after Spain South America or South Africa." He went on naming places.
"You know what I would do with my money?" I said, cutting into their conversation. JJ looked at me with an unamused look.
"What?" He asked plainly.
"I would pay you to never speak again." I smiled, making Kiara roll her eyes.
"Can you guys not get along for one day?" She asked, fanning herself with her hand.
"If you want I can never speak to you again, in fact, I would prefer it!" He said, ignoring his friend's question.
"Wouldn't that be the day? When you shut your damn mouth." I sighed, imagining a world where JJ Maybank shut the hell up. "Now *that* would be the beginning of a Utopia." Just then we heard a bang on the vent. Kie got up and removed it, Popes face showing in the open box. He climbed in, John B right behind him.
Kie began putting the vent back on, being stopped by John B.
"Wait, don't, there's one more." A woman climbed in after him, making Kiara freak out. He stood, explaining to her why she was okay and was going to help. He then turned to the rest of us as Kie plugged up the vent again. "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah, it's just baking in here." I said, retying my hair up.
"That's the only correct thing that's ever come out of Y/ns mouth." JJ remarked, throwing me a look. "I'm sweating like a whore in church." He continued.
We all sat as Cleo scolded us for not bringing weapons to hijack an entire ship. And she was right, we were *severely* unprepared. I came because Sarah was a close friend of mine and John B agreed to let me help. Though I was not very enthused that Maybank was here. He always knew how to push my buttons.
"There's 5 of us and 15 free members. 3 to 1 is as good as we are going to get." Pope explained.
"That's not the only problem, Ward is alive, and he's on the ship." My face dropped, tuning out the rest of the conversation. I can't imagine how Sarah is feeling right now. She may have been able to hide it from the Pogues, but she had a really hard time after Ward "died". She was distraught, no matter how much he put her through he was still her *dad*. I sat in her room for months as she cried and told me it was her fault. In the end though she was relieved, now it was all ripped away from her.
"Alright, let's open these things up!" I heard a voice yell from outside, bringing me from my thoughts. My eyes widened, looking to Kie. She shook her head at me, putting her finger to her lips. Cleo opened the vent and told us to shut up, hopping out.
"This container is clear boys."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, checked every inch. Nothing but plastic in there." There was silence for a moment. "Come on let's go boys, we've got work to do!" She yelled, hearing retreating footsteps. Soon Cleo was letting Pope out to execute the plan. That left JJ, me, Kie, and John B in the container to wait.
"So when they do this, what's the plan." Kie asked, looking to John B. He looked around for a moment, looking like he was contemplating. Before he could say anything, JJ cut in.
"I vote we leave Y/n in here." He said, John B giving him a look.
"You're lucky I don't put you with him." He said to me. "JJ and Kie will go and lock everyone in the room. You and I will look for Sarah." JJ had a satisfied look on his face. We heard the captain telling the crew to go to the set spot.
JJ removed the vent and climbed out, I came behind him. Just as I stepped off the box under the vent JJ put his foot out. My knees hit the ground with a yelp, looking up at him. He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
"I hate you." I spat, "Oh, I hate you *so* much right now. " I couldn't tell what his face was doing. He didn't seem so cocky now. He maybe even looked like he felt *bad*, but that could be wishful thinking. I stood up, brushing myself off, grabbing John B's wrist.
"Let's go find Sarah." And then we were off. We started in some living quarters, banging on doors and yelling for Sarah.
"I'll go down you go up." I said as we had no luck there. I made my way downstairs, coming to flat ground finally. "Sarah?!" I yelled, entering a room that was illuminated red. "Sarah!" I yelled again, coming around the side of some pipes. A hook came out 2 inches from my face.
"Woah there." I heard a voice I recognized, goosebumps setting up on my skin. I did *not* like that voice. Rafe came from the other side. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked, the hook dragging by his side?
"I'm looking for Sarah," I said quietly. "This isn't about you. I don't want to do anything to you." My hands were firmly at my side.
"Oh, you don't huh? I don't believe you, considering you associate with the enemy." He replied, getting much closer to me. "It is unfortunate though, I hate to ruin a pretty face." Right as I went to back up he swung the hook. I felt it make contact, but I felt nothing. I held the spot and sprinted up the stairs. I tried all of the doors, the last one being unlocked.
I slid into the room, shutting the door as quietly as possible and locking it. I stood with my back against the door, sliding down it slowly. I looked down at my chest, removing my hand from the wound. My hand shook, covered in thick red blood. My jaw hung open at the sight, a giant gash sat diagonally on my chest. Just missing my right boob.
I could feel how dizzy I was, clearly losing a lot of blood. My tan shirt was soaked in it, making it extremely noticeable. Everything I learned about keeping wounds from bleeding out was useless at the moment. I couldn't just tie above this one. I shook my head trying to keep myself awake.
"Y/n?" I heard a whisper from the hall. Great, now I'm hallucinating. "Y/n?" It said a little louder this time.
"JJ?" I croaked, my ear against the door.
"Yes, now unlock the door." He said, tapping on the other side.
I swear to God if I open this door and no one is there, I'm dying.
I unlocked the door from the ground, scooting away so he could open it.
"Come in." JJ opened the door.
"What, can't do it yourself? Lazy ass." He said, shutting it behind him. He turned around, seeing me on the ground, eyes immediately wide. "Holy shit." His knees came to kneel next to me on the ground.
"Just a little scratch asshole, don't make a big deal." He put his hand over the gash, putting pressure on it. I groaned in pain, tears stinging my eyes.
"What did you do?" He lowered his eyebrows at me.
"Oh yeah, I actually did this to myself. I took this hook thing and said 'oh this looks like something I should put in my chest'." I replied mockingly. He gave me a deadpan look. "It was Rafe." I said, trying not to focus on the pain. He looked angry.
"Rafe? That little shit, I'm gonna rip that twigs head off for hurting you." He shook his head, his jaw clenching. Before I could even process *that* sentence, he continued. "It didn't pierce your heart did it?"
"No, clearly not." I moved his hand over my heart which I became increasingly aware of the slow speed it was beating at.
"That's unfortunate." He smirked, moving back to the wound. I shot him a look, a weak one probably. He let go of the gash, his hand covered in blood. He didn't even bat an eye. He took his shirt off, tying it over my chest. Over my left shoulder and under my right armpit. "That should keep it from bleeding so much." He stood, holding his hand out to me. I just shook my head.
"I can't move JJ. I need to work up some energy. Just get the boat and come around this side and I'll come out on a signal." I waved his hand away.
"Are you crazy? I'm not leaving you here!" He screeched, shaking his hand back at me. I shook my head again. "God, you're a pain in the ass." He leaned down, grabbing my waist and picking me up with ease.
"What are you doing?" I groaned.
"I'm going to carry you like a koala, just hold on." He replied, hoisting me up onto him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me.
"No snide comment huh?" I mumbled into his shoulder.
"I'm nice sometimes." JJ hadn't been like this with me since we were kids. I missed it, even though I didn't want to admit it out loud. Just as he went to open the door he heard loud voices on the other side, instead of pulling open the door, he locked it, setting us down on the ground. "Seems like we are just gonna have to wait it out." He huffed. I rolled off of his lap and sat next to him.
"If you weren't carrying me you could have made it out." I said, staring straight forward. He turned his head to me with an angry look.
"Why are you like that?"
"Like what?" I asked.
"Why do you constantly put everyone before yourself? People care about you." I turned to face him.
"Oh, I'm sure you do." Sarcasm dripped from my words.
"I just tried to carry you out of here!" He spat.
"And you didn't have to!" I yelled back.
"I did it because I miss you!" His arms crossed over his chest, something he did when he was feeling vulnerable as a kid. His nostrils were flared slightly. I stayed silent, my face going soft.
"I miss you, okay? We were best friends and you changed like I was nothing. Like 6 years of friendship meant nothing to you." He looked down at his hands. "It was easier hating you than missing you."
"I don't hate you JJ." His eyes stayed down. "I didn't mean to change, I didn't even mean for it to affect you. I thought you didn't want to be around me anymore so I removed myself."
"And what gave you that impression huh?" I did not want to be having this conversation right now. But I guess hiding from a bunch of people with guns was as good of a time as ever.
"You started having really good luck with girls." I said, feeling absolutely ridiculous. His very confused face did not help. "I use to be the only girl in your life and then all these girls came in and started pining after you. But I wanted that place in your life." I couldn't stand to look at him now. The pain in my chest wasn't just a bloody gash anymore, it was tightening in anxiety.
"Why didn't you just tell me that?" He asked as if it was so obvious. I whipped my head to face him.
"Oh I'm sorry that I was 14 and totally into you but you had goo-goo eyes for every other girl. Do you know how hard it is to tell someone you have feelings for them? Like *real* feelings." My head was spinning.
"Yeah." He just nodded, looking at me with intensity. I looked into his eyes, having a sudden realization.
"No way." I laughed, grabbing his face to face me straight on. His cheeks heated up under my hand. "You do not like me." I giggled quietly. He only shrugged. "Why couldn't you tell me when I wasn't sitting here bleeding out?" I asked, looking down at JJ's shirt which was soaked with my blood. It made my stomach turn.
"Hypocrite." He laughed weakly.
"I think I'm gonna pass out." I said, letting go of his face. He shook his head, putting his hands on each side of my face.
"Come on I just got you back." A whine came from his mouth. "Please stay with me." He whispered, putting his forehead on mine.
"It's really hard to stay awake." I whispered, he shook my shoulder lightly.
"We have to get you out of here." He picked me up and put me back in koala position on him. "Just stay with me gorgeous." I smiled at the name, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck. Just as we got out the door I could hear more shouting.
"JJ! Y/n! Where are you, we need to go!" John B shouted. I kept my head down, holding on as tightly as my weak body could to JJ.
"We're here!" JJ yelled, jogging to John B. "I have to switch you to my back okay? We have to get down a ladder." I barely groaned as he switched me to his back. "Hold on tight." Voices started fading out, I could tell that this was it, I wasn't going to be able to stay awake. I didn't have time to tell JJ before my grip loosened from his shoulders and I fell backward off of him and into the water.
Then it was black.
I gasped for air after what felt like 10 seconds of darkness. I spit water out, coughing like crazy, making my chest burn like a forest fire. I felt arms wrap around me immediately.
"Oh my God, I thought I lost you." I heard JJ cry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, apologizing weakly. "It's not your fault." He let go of me, but before he could get too far I grabbed his jaw, pulling him towards me. I kissed him lightly, his nose bumping into mine from surprise.
"What the fuck?" Kiara asked, I looked around the boat laughing at everyone staring.
"That's what I was about to say." Pope laughed. "What happened? You guys were bitching at each other just this morning."
"Just rekindling an old friendship I guess." JJ shrugged.
"That looks like a little bit more than friendship." Sarah chuckled, winking at me.
"Finally though, seriously. The sexual tension between you two is suffocating. Being in that crate with you guys was unbearable." This earned a laugh from the group. JJ sat next to me, slinging his arm around my shoulder.
"I say we get home, get Y/n patched up, and then smoke a *fat* joint." He announced, getting words of agreement from everyone.
