I'll Go Feral When They Force Kiara And Jj To Be Together On Season 3 Y'KNOW SOME TIMES THINGS ARE JUST

i'll go feral when they force kiara and jj to be together on season 3 Y'KNOW SOME TIMES THINGS ARE JUST BETTER IF YOU LEAVE TWO CHARACTERS AS BEST FRIENDS, KIE AND J HAVE THE BEST FRIEND DYNAMIC PLEASE DONT SCREW THAT UP.

JJ Maybank x Reader: Promise.

Words: 1107

Warnings: Mentions of ( underage ) doing drugs, minors drinking alcohol, mentions and implied child abuse ( as in physically beaten up by the paternal figure ), swearing.

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Y/N makes sure JJ is okay at the party at the boneyard.

Author's note: Nobody requested this, but I really wanted to write for JJ! He is my precious baby and I miss him so much, there was so little of him on season 2. Hope someone likes it. Reader and JJ aren't mentioned as a couple/relationship but you can imagine them to be!

Criticism is appreciated and requests are still open! Hit that anon and ask for an scenario!!

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The bonfire drew dark figures against your skin and the sand around you. You watched the flames dance on their crackling center, naughty and playfully, like a temptation to make the mistake of reaching out with your hand and touching them. You knew better, of course. 

The wind brought some music's trail from the party at the boneyard, loud, pop music with easy lyrics that made teenagers like you and your friends dance. You could have been dancing, but instead you were sitting at the bonfire the druggies had lit up earlier, a quiet place to smoke their joints alone and then, once they were high as a kite, join the party. You had done the complete opposite, you had danced first and now you were sitting on a tree trunk, not smoking, and rather looking at the fire. Parties at the boneyard sometimes got too crowded, especially when Kooks and tourons joined you pogues, and you knew that was a safe place for you to hide when they did, because usually the stoners had already left the place. 

And with the trail of the party came JJ Maybank, surrounded by some golden halo as he walked towards you. Perhaps it was your imagination, or maybe it was the beer. You couldn't quite tell. 

You hadn't seen JJ at the party earlier. Kiara had said he was probably busy doing some shifts at the job he had at that moment, but he wasn't wearing the uniform he had to wear at his job, and you know him well enough to just know he was too lazy to stop by his house to change for the party. When you recognized the shadow of a big bruise on his cheek, you understood. He had been fighting with his dad, not working. 

JJ's tank top was covered by sweat, just like his forehead. Both his lips and eyes smiled at you, the latest glowing softly like they always did. Whenever those ocean eyes stopped having its particular bright, you knew something bad was coming. Everything would be fine as long as his eyes kept on glowing, because his eyes were the door and mirror to his soul. 

"Can I join?" he asked softly when he reached you. You nodded, then staring back at the bonfire. JJ sat down next to you, on the tree trunk, and offered you his red plastic glass "Want some?" 

"Sure," you nodded again and took the cup. You took a sip and grimaced when you recognized it was not beer's flavor, making him giggle "Fuck, what kind of shit is this? It doesn't even taste like bad vodka" 

"It's whiskey, you dumbass," he drunkenly giggled, getting his glass back and taking a sip that was way longer than yours. 

"Hey, easy"

JJ chuckled "I can take it"

"I know you can," you said, a bit annoyed ", I just don't want you to get trashed so early. It's not even ten, J, y'know"

He hummed in agreement. Getting drunk was an art, and he was certainly a master of it. You weren't bad either, you were already getting tipsy, but he had way more stamina than you had.

 "They always drink whiskey in the movies," you muttered, eyeing the cup.

"I don't know how they do it," JJ said, shrugging "It tastes terribly" 

"Yeah. Maybe it's the ice" 

"The ice?" 

"Yeah, you know, ice," you glanced at him, watching how his face was contracted in confusion ", they always drink it in these big, squared glasses, with a shit ton of ice" 

JJ nodded with his head, suddenly your words making some sense to him "Uh. Maybe it is" 

He followed your sight and stared at the bonfire just like you were. You took the cup one more time, the last one, giving a second chance to whiskey. It didn't taste any better, sweeter than the other alcoholic drinks you had tried before. 

You leaned in against JJ's shoulder and he rested his hand on your thigh. Both of you had always been keen to physical display of affection, it was your love language, and JJ was the person who mirrored yours better. It was always comfortable, it was nice to know he was there, and it was nice for him to know you were there, too. 

"Wanna talk about it?" you muttered, watching how he took the last sip of whiskey on the cup, then left it on the sand. 

JJ glanced at you, eyebrows quirked in your direction"About what?" 

You stopped leaning onto him, just to brush your finger pads against the bruised skin that covered his cheek. JJ hissed under your touch, but didn't back away. He didn't confront your gaze, instead JJ looked away, staring at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the sand of the beach. What was he thinking, you would never know.

"It's not important, Y/N," JJ assured, thumb brushing against your kneecap. His metallic ring formed a cold sensation against your hot skin "I'm okay. I swear" 

Turning around to him, you held your hand out for him, formed into a fist, but with the pinky finger stretched, extended for him "Promise" you demanded, waiting for him to hold your pinky with his. 

"What are you, five?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. 

You still waited for him, staring like you had nothing better to do. And it was true, you had nothing better to do than worrying for who could be called your best friend. 

Your eagerness made him smile, gently and with a sad, tragic aura that you noticed, but at least he smiled. 

"I promise," said JJ, doing with his hand what you were doing with yours, and holding your pinky with his.

You smiled warmly. His arm went from behind your back until it rested on your shoulders, pulling you closer for a hug you knew he needed. 

You wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, resting your head against his chest, taking in his scent, that mix of a salty joint had as a perfume. It smelled like home, because JJ Maybank was home.

"You know I love you," you said, looking up to him ", right?" 

"Well, who doesn't love me?" 

"Asshole" JJ giggled when you gently punched him on the stomach. You were smiling because he was laughing "I mean it, you moron"

"I know, I know," said JJ, still smiling. He tugged on your cheek, just like your grandmother used to do to you when you were little. Both the memory and his old man attitude made you laugh "I love you too, dumbass" 

here you have my fandoms & who i write for. so far i've only gotten dodge request, i'm starting to write them now! not that i complain, dodge deserves more content.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

c'mon, send that question. hit that anon if you're shy.

jj wears fucking "women" tank tops. FIGHT ME ABOUT THIS, C'MON, I DARE YOU.

no, you don't understand, i'm so proud of mike faist, and he deserves all the recognition and love in the world.

unpopular opinion: ray hall is an asshole and i don't like him, especially not with heather.