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(Big John is alive in this part)
Last night there was a party at the boneyard and we all got black our drunk and me and Jj ended up passing out on the pull out together it was normal to be honest because we've been in a relationship for a few months now.
I woke up and Jj was lying on top of me with his head buried into my neck soft breathes coming out of his mouth and tickling at my skin. I was softly playing with his hair whilst in my other hand was scrolling through TikTok.
To be honest at this point was just liking everyone's videos that came on and this teenager had no top of and I liked his video and just kept scrolling.
"Hey!" Jj whispered yelled in his morning voice which was sexy. I look at him and furrow my eyebrows. "What?" I question.
"Scroll up." He says and looks at my phone. I scroll up once and it's the video of the boy. He grabbed my phone unliked it and clicked not interested so the video went away.
I laugh and he just shoves his face back into my neck. "Your so jealous." I say playing with his hair. "I'm not it's just Your mine and only mine." I smile at what he says and he falls back asleep and I'm still in my phone.
"Jj you better not be giving her a hickey." My dad said walking out of his office.
"Shhh he's asleep." I explain playing with his hair.
"Hey y/n will you go wake up your brother." My dad tells me. I go to stand up but Jj keeps a tight grasp on me and I can't get up.
"Sorry dad you'll have to do it." I say lying back down.
Everyone eventually wakes up because they all slept over and came out and sat on the pull out we're me and Jj are and he is still asleep on top of me. "Yo Jj move so we can all sit down." John b tells him and me and Jj move all the way to the other side of the couch still cuddled up.
"Why are you so clingy today." I ask him and he just sighs.
"Is it about what happened on TikTok." I say and he nods slowly and laugh.
"What happened on TikTok?" Sarah asked. "I liked a guys video with his shirt off and Jjs jealous." I say and this causes Jj to poke at my sides which causes me to squirm.
"Haha Jj is pussy whipped." Pope shouted.
And we all laughed which caused Jj to give us all the finger. "What all this laughing about." My dad walked in. "Jj pussy whipped and has went all soft because of y/n." John b said.
"Leave the poor boy alone. And John b you can't say much you texted me a whole paragraph of how you love Sarah." Dad explained.
Jj immediately turned his head in my neck so he was still hugging me but he was facing us all. "John b is pussy whipped." We all chanted and Jj went back to hugging me.
I lent down to whisper in his ear. "I love you." "I love you to." He said and lifted his head so he could give me a peck on the lips.
Kiss
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đ đ°đđŹ đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đšđ§ đđĄđ đ©đšđ«đđĄ đšđ đŠđČ đĄđšđźđŹđ đŹđšđđ€đąđ§đ đźđ© đđĄđ đŹđźđ§, đ đĄđđ đđđđ§ đ„đąđŻđąđ§đ đđČ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đđšđ« đđđšđźđ đ đČđđđ« đŹđąđ§đđ đŠđČ đ©đđ«đđ§đđŹ đ©đđŹđŹđđ đđ°đđČ đąđ§ đ đđđ« đđđđąđđđ§đ đ°đĄđđ§ đđĄđđČ đ°đđ«đ đđšđŠđąđ§đ đĄđšđŠđ đđ«đšđŠ đ°đšđ«đ€.
đđ đđđ„đ„đđ đŠđ đđŹ đ°đđŹ đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đšđźđ đ«đđđđąđ§đ đ đđšđšđ€,
"đđđČ đ/đ đđđ§ đČđšđź đđšđŠđ đšđŻđđ« đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź? đ©đ„đđđŹđ đ đ§đđđ đČđšđź đđš đđšđŠđ đšđŻđđ« đ«đąđ đĄđ đ§đšđ°!"
"đđ€đđČ đšđ€đđČ đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđ đšđŻđđ« đąđ§ đđđ§! đđ«đ đČđšđź đšđ€đđČ."
"đđđŹ đČđđŹ đ©đ„đđđŹđ đ§đšđ° đ đđ đĄđđ«đ đȘđźđąđđ€." đđ đŹđđąđ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đźđ§đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đ.
đ đ«đźđŹđĄđđ đšđŻđđ« đđš đđšđĄđ§ đ'đŹ đđŹ đđđŹđ đđŹ đ đđšđźđ„đ, đ đ°đđŹ đ°đšđ«đ«đąđđ đđĄđđ đĄđ đđšđźđ„đ đđ đĄđźđ«đ đšđ« đąđ§ đŹđšđŠđ đŹđšđ«đ đšđ đđ«đšđźđđ„đ. đ đŠđđđ§ đąđ đ°đđŹ đđ đđđđđ« đđ„đ„.
đ đ©đźđ„đ„đđ đźđ© đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđ§đ đ«đźđŹđĄđđ đąđ§đŹđąđđ đđ§đ đđđ„đ„đđ đšđźđ đđš đđ
"đđ đđ«đ đČđšđź đąđ§ đđĄđđ«đ? đđ«đ đČđšđź đšđ€đđČ?"
đ đŹđđąđ đ°đđ„đ€đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đ€đąđđđĄđđ§ đđš đđĄđđđ€ đąđ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđĄđđ«đ.
đđĄđđ đ°đđŹ đ°đĄđđ§ đ đ đšđ đ©đąđ§đ§đđ đźđ© đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đđĄđ đ°đđ„đ„. đđČ đđ«đŠđŹ đđđšđŻđ đŠđČ đĄđđđ đđ§đ đđ đđ±đđ«đđŠđđ„đČ đđ„đšđŹđ đđš đŠđČ đđđđ.
"đ đ§đđđ đČđšđź đ©đ„đđđŹđ, đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđŹđ€ đđąđ đđźđ đŹđĄđ'đŹ đ°đąđđĄ đđšđ©đ đđ§đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đŹđđČ đ§đš đđ§đČđ°đđČđŹ đđ§đ đ đ°đđ§đ đČđšđź đđš đđš đąđ đšđŻđđ« đĄđđ« đđ§đ đŁđźđŹđ... đ©đ„đđđŹđ." đđ đŹđđąđ đŻđđ«đČ đđđŹđ.Â
"đđ đ°đĄđđ đšđ§ đđđ«đđĄ đđ«đ đČđšđź đđđ„đ€đąđ§..." đ đđźđ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đšđđ đđČ đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đđšđ°đ§ đđ§đ đŹđđđąđ§đ đđĄđ đŠđđŹđŹđąđŻđ đđđ§đ đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđšđđ«đ đŹđĄđšđ«đđŹ.
"đđĄ đ§đš đđ đ đđđ§'đ đ'đŻđ đ§đđŻđđ« đđšđ§đ đđĄđđ đđđđšđ«đ đđ§đ đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đĄđđŻđ đ§đš đąđđđ đ°đĄđđ đ'đŠ đđšđąđ§đ " đ đŹđđđđđ đŻđđ«đČ đȘđźđąđđ€đ„đČ.
"đ đ€đ§đšđ° đ©đ«đąđ§đđđŹđŹ đ đ€đ§đšđ°, đđźđ đČđšđź'đ«đ đđđđđČ'đŹ đ„đąđđđ„đ đđđŻđąđ„." đđ đŹđđąđ đ§đąđđđ„đąđ§đ đšđ§ đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đšđđ.Â
đ đ©đźđŹđĄđđ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đąđ đ§đšđ«đ đđĄđ đ°đđ đŹđ©đšđ đđšđ«đŠđąđ§đ đđđđ°đđđ§ đđĄđđŠ.
"đ đ€đ§đšđ° đČđšđź'đ«đ đ©đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđđđČ. đđš đ đŠđđ€đ đČđšđź đĄđšđ«đ§đČ?"
"đđ đ°đĄđđ đąđ đŹđšđŠđđšđ§đ đ°đđ„đ€đŹ đąđ§?"
"đđĄđđČ đ°đšđ§'đ đđđŻđąđ„ đ©đ«đšđŠđąđŹđ đŁđźđŹđ đđšđŠđ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđ, đŁđźđŹđ đ„đđ đđđđđČ đđđ€đ đđđ«đ đšđ đČđšđź đšđ€đđČ?"
"đđ€đđČ đđąđ§đ." đ đŹđđąđ đđšđŠđ©đ„đđđđ„đČ đđ«đđđđĄđ„đđŹđŹ.đđ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đđđđđđĄđđ đĄđąđŹ đ„đąđ©đŹ đđš đŠđąđ§đ đđ§đ đ„đąđđđđ đŠđ đźđ© đđČđđĄđ đđđđ€ đšđ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ.Â
đđČ đ„đđ đŹ đ°đ«đđ©đ©đđ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđđđšđŠđđ§ đđŹ đĄđ đ°đđ„đ€đđ đŠđ đđš đŠđ đđđđ«đšđšđŠ. đđąđŹ đĄđđ§đđŹ đ«đđ§ đźđ© đđ§đ đđšđ°đ§ đđĄđ đđšđđđšđŠ đšđ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ đ đđ§đđ„đČ.
đđĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ đ°đđŹ đđźđ đđŹ đĄđ đŹđđđ«đđđ đđš đđđđđđ€ đŠđČ đŁđđ° đđ§đ đ§đđđ€ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđđ€đđČđŹ. đ đ°đđŹ đđ«đźđŠđđ„đąđ§đ đźđ§đđđ«đ§đđđđĄ đŠđČ đđđŹđ đđ«đąđđ§đđŹ đđŠđđ«đđđ, đđŹ đĄđ đ©đ„đđđđ đ°đđ«đŠ đ€đąđŹđŹđđŹ đđšđ°đ§ đŠđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ đđš đŠđČ đŹđšđđ€đąđ§đ đ©đźđŹđŹđČ.Â
đđ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ«đđđđĄđđ đŠđČ đŹđĄđšđ«đđŹ đđ§đ đŹđđđ«đđđ đźđ§đđźđđđšđ§đąđ§đ đđĄđđŠ. đđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đ„đąđ§đ đđ«đąđ§đ đšđ§ đŠđČ đĄđąđ© đđšđ§đđŹ, đ°đĄđąđ„đ đđ«đđđąđ§đ đšđŻđđ« đŠđČ đŹđđ«đđđđĄ đŠđđ«đ€đŹ, đ đĄđđđđ đđĄđđŠ đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đĄđđŻđ đźđ§đđąđ„ đ§đšđ°.
"đđĄđđąđ« đŹđš đđđđźđđąđđźđ„ đđđŻđąđ„, đ'đŠ đ đšđ§đ§đ đŠđđ€đ đČđšđź đđđđ„ đ đšđšđ, đŹđđđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđ«đźđŠđđ„đ đ„đąđ€đ đđĄđđ đźđ§đđđ« đŠđ đŠđđ€đđŹ đŠđ đ đđ đšđđ đ„đđ đŠđ đđđ„đ„ đČđšđź đđĄđđ." đđ đŹđđąđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đšđ§đđš đŠđČ đđ„đšđđĄđđ đ©đźđŹđŹđČ.
đđ đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đ©đźđ„đ„đđ đđšđ°đ§ đŠđČ đźđ§đđđ«đ°đđđ«, "đđšđź đđđ„đ„ đŠđ đđđđđČ đ§đšđ° đšđ€đđČ?"
"đđđŹ, đđđđđČ đŁđźđŹđ đ©đ„đđđŹđ đđš đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ ."
đđČ đđ«đšđźđŹđđ„ đđđ đąđ§đ§đąđ§đ đđš đđ«đąđ© đđšđ°đ§ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ.Â
"đđšđ° đđ đ đ đšđšđ đ đąđ«đ„ đđšđ« đđđđđČ." đđ đŹđđąđ đđđđšđ«đ đđąđŻđąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đŠđČ đđ«đąđ©đ©đąđ§đ đ©đźđŹđŹđČ.
 đđąđŹ đđšđ§đ đźđ đ°đđŹ đđąđ«đđ„đąđ§đ đŠđČ đđ„đąđ đđŹ đŠđšđđ§đŹ đđŹđđđ©đđ đŠđČ đ„đąđ©đŹ.
"đđđ đđđđđČ đĄđđđ« đČđšđź đ©đ«đąđ§đđđŹđŹ đđšđŠđ đšđ§đ." đđ đ°đđŹ đ đ đšđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đŠđšđźđđĄ. đđ đąđŹ đ đđąđ«đđČ đđđ„đ€đđ« đđšđš.
đđ đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đ°đđ§đđŹ đŠđ đđš đŠđšđđ§ đđ§đ đđđ„đ€. đđ đ°đđŹ đđđ„đ€đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đŠđČ đđ„đąđ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đŻđąđđ«đđđąđšđ§đŹ đŹđđ§đ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đŠđ. đđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ đ đđđđąđ§đ đđąđ đĄđđđ« đđ§đ đđąđ đĄđđđ«.
đđČ đ„đđ đŹ đđđ đđ§ đđš đŹđĄđđ€đ đđŹ đĄđ đđđđđ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đŠđąđ±. đđźđŠđ©đąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đąđ§ đđ§đ đšđźđ đšđ đŠđ đ°đĄđąđ„đ đ„đđ©đ©đąđ§đ đźđ© đŠđČ đđ„đąđ.
đđ đđźđ«đ„đđ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đđ§đ đ°đđŹ đđšđ§đ đđšđ«.Â
đđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đĄđąđđđąđ§đ đŠđČ đ -đŹđ©đšđ đ«đđ©đđđđđđ„đČ đŹđđ§đđąđ§đ đŠđ đšđŻđđ« đđĄđ đđđ đ.
đđČ đšđ«đ đđŹđŠ đ°đđŹđĄđđ đšđŻđđ« đŠđ đ„đąđ€đ đ đđąđđđ„ đ°đđŻđ. đđ„đđđŹđźđ«đ đ«đąđ©đ©đ„đđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đŠđ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đŠđ đŹđđ«đđđŠ, đ đ«đąđ©đ©đąđ§đ đšđ§đđš đđ'đŹ đĄđđąđ« đŠđšđđ§đąđ§đ .
"đđđđđČ đšđŠđ !"
"đđđđ đŠđ đđźđŠ đąđ§ đŠđČ đŹđĄđšđ«đđŹ đđđŻđąđ„."
"đđđ§ đČđšđź đđđ€đ đđđđđČ'đŹ đđšđđ€ đ§đšđ° đđđŻđąđ„?"
"đđąđŻđ đŠđ đ đŠđąđ§đźđđ đđđČ..." đđąđđĄđšđźđ đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đĄđ đŹđ„đđŠđŠđđ đĄđąđŹ đđšđđ€ đąđ§đđš đŠđ.
"đđĄđđ đđąđ đŹđđČ đŠđČ đ§đđŠđ đ°đđŹ đđđŻđąđ„?" đđ đŹđđąđ đŹđ„đđŠđŠđąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đŠđ đđ đđźđ„đ„ đ©đđđ.
"đđđđđČ!" đ đŹđđ«đđđŠđđ đđŹ đŠđČ đŹđđđšđ§đ đšđ«đ đđŹđŠ đ°đđŹ đđđšđźđ đđš đđ±đ©đ„đšđđ đšđźđ đšđ đŠđ.
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đ«đąđ đĄđ, đđđđđČ'đŹ đ„đąđđđ„đ đđđŻđąđ„." đđ đŹđđąđ đđŹ đĄđ đđđŠđ đąđ§ đŠđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ.
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đŁđŁ đđđŠđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đČ/đ§đŹ đ°đąđ§đđšđ° đšđđđđ§, đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đ€đ§đđ°, đĄđ đđąđđ§'đ đđđ«đ.Â
đČ/đ§ đ€đ§đđ° đŁđŁđŹ đđđ đ°đđ„đ„ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đđĄđ đ§đąđđđŹđ đšđ đ đźđČđŹ, đĄđ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđšđŠđ đđš đĄđđ« đđđđđ« đđ§ đđ«đ đźđŠđđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ.Â
đąđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đźđ§đđąđ„ đđĄđ đđ«đ đđąđŠđ đĄđ đđđŠđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đĄđđ«. đ°đąđ§đđšđ°, đŹđĄđ đ§đšđđąđđđ đĄđ đĄđđ đ đđ«đźđąđŹđ đđšđ«đŠđąđ§đ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ. đČ/đ§ đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đąđ đ°đđŹ đŠđšđ«đ đđĄđđ§ đŁđźđŹđ đđ«đ đźđŠđđ§đđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đđđ.Â
đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđđ đđđČ đđšđ«đ°đđ«đ, đĄđ đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đ°đđ§đ đđš đĄđđ« đđđđđ« đĄđ đĄđđ đ đđąđ đĄđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ, đŹđĄđ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đđČ đĄđąđŹ đŹđąđđ.Â
đđđđđ« đ đđąđ đĄđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đ©đšđ đźđđŹ, đČ/đ§ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đđČ
đĄđąđŹ đŹđąđđ, đŹđĄđ đ°đđŹ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đźđ . đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđđđąđđđđ đđš đđĄđ đ đąđ«đ„.
đąđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đźđ§đđąđ„ đĄđ đźđ§đđ±đ©đđđđđđ„đČ đđ«đšđ€đ đźđ© đ°đąđđĄ đĄđđ« đđĄđđ đĄđ đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đđĄđđ.Â
đ°đĄđČ đđąđ đĄđ đđ«đđđ€ đźđ© đ°đąđđĄ đĄđđ« đČđšđź đŠđđČ đđŹđ€? đđđđđźđŹđ đĄđąđŹ đđđ, đĄđąđŹ đđđ đ°đđŹ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ đđđđ„ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đ đšđšđ đđ§đšđźđ đĄ đđšđ« đđ§đČđšđ§đ, đŠđšđ«đ đČ/đ§ đđĄđđ§ đđ§đČđšđ§đ. đČ/đ§ đđšđźđ„đ đŹđđČ đđąđđđđ«đđ§đ đđĄđšđźđ đĄ
"đ°đĄđđ đđĄđ đĄđđ„đ„ đŁđšđĄđ§ đ! đąđ'đŹ đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đŠđšđ«đ§đąđ§đ " đČđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§ "đ°đĄđđ đđš đČđšđź đ§đđđ"
"đŁđŁ, đĄđ'đŹ đđ«đźđ§đ€ đđ§đ đĄđ'đŹ đđ«đđđ€đąđ§đ đšđźđ" đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đŹđđČđŹ đ©đšđąđ§đđąđ§đ đđš đđĄđ đ„đąđŻđąđ§đ đ«đšđšđŠ
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đŠđČ đ©đ«đšđđ„đđŠ đĄđšđ°? đĄđđŹ đ§đšđ đŠđČ đđšđČđđ«đąđđ§đ" đČđšđź đđ§đŹđ°đđ« đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đźđ©
"đđđđđźđŹđ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđ đšđ§đ„đČ đšđ§đ đ°đĄđš đđđ§ đđđ„đŠ đĄđąđŠ đđšđ°đ§" đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đŹđđČđŹ "đđšđŠđ đĄđđ„đ©, đ©đ„đđđŹđ".
 đČđšđź đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đđĄđđ đđĄđđ«đ'đŹ đ§đš đ©đšđąđ§đ đąđ§ đđ«đ đźđąđ§đ đđ§đ đ đđ đźđ©.
 đČđšđź đŹđđ đŁđŁ đ©đđđąđ§đ đđđđ€ đđ§đ đđšđ«đđĄ, đđĄđđ§ đ„đšđšđ€ đđ đ€đąđ đđ§đ đ©đšđ©đ đŹđđ«đźđ đ đ„đąđ§đ đđš đ đđ đĄđąđŠ đđš đŹđđšđ©
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I walked into the chateau and close the door quietly knowing John b and jj were probably still asleep and hungover from the party last night at the boneyard.l went over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water and some Advil for their headache I was heading towards the-I heard something which sounded like someone was being sick i glance over to to the bathroom door wide open and I see a very hungover John B with his head over the toilet.
"Well you look like shit" I said to John B
"Good morning to you too y/n"
"I bought you some Advil" I smiled at the poor boy
"Thanks"
"Where's'-"
"Guest bedroom"
"Well that's not a surprise"
I decided to head towards the guest room the room that jj claims to be his I slowly open the door to see a sleeping jj laying on his stomach shirtless the sun shined through the window beaming warm light onto his skin making him look so perfect.I have always had a crush on jj for years but I'm 100% sure he doesn't have feelings for me I mean look at me I'm not nearly as pretty as the girls he hooks up with.I placed the Advil and water on the bedside table and jumped on the bed attempting to wake jj up.Uhhhhh how is he still sleeping this boy can sleep through I hurricane. So I tried lightly shaking jj then I heard a loud groan.
"What the hell do you want John b" the boy growled "it's not John b its your favorite pouge"
"Pope?"
"Hahahah so funny jj"I rolled my eyes
He chuckled then he looked down I was wondering what he was looking at then I realised I was straddling him. I quickly jumped off of him as I feel heat rise on my cheeks. He looks at me with a huge smirk on his face.
"I-I bought you some Advil and water"I pointed to the bedside table he smiled and said "thanks princess"Oh god I'm blushing even harder now I said a quick bye and rushed out the room so try and save some of the Dignity I have left.I close the door and I saw John b in the kitchen and waved to him.
"Y/n why do you look like a tomato?"
"Shut up John b your not helping" I sass back
"Someone's grumpy "I send a glare at him
"Come on we need to pick Sarah pope and kie tell jj to
"You tell him" I said quickly not wanting him to see my already red face
"hurry up and get dressed"
"Okayyyyy someones acting strange this morning" Before i can say anything he walks off to go tell jj to hurry up i went to go sit on the porch while waiting for the boys and hopefully my face gets a little less red.A couple of minutes later the boys walk out ready we all head to the dock before I jump into the boat jj offers me a hand which I thank him for so I don't fall flat on my face like a did last time but that's a story for next time. Eventually the whole group is here on the boat sharing beers and talking. I was talking to jj until kie started taking her clothes of to go for a swim all the boys were staring at kie,me and kie are completely different she is slimmer and she perfect but I'm the complete opposite my flaws are distinctive and far from perfect.I was ripped out of my thoughts when I hear my name.
"Y/n! Y/n! Are you getting in"jj asks
"Yeah y/n come the water feels so nice" kie says I hear laughter from pope John b and Sarah as they are messing around splashing water everywhere.
"Um... no I think I'm just going to say here"I don't want them to see me wearing a bikini as it will show how big my thighs look compared to kie's. Jj looks at me weirdly.
"But it's like 90 degrees y/n" pope says
"I don't feel very well" I try to think of a lie to get them to stop asking
"We can go back to the chateau if you want (y/n)" John b questions sending me a Reassuring smile
"Yes please"
Everyone gets on the boat and we head back to the chateau. I feel tears threatening to spill not only am I ugly but I just ruined the whole day for my friends.l can feel jj's glare on me the whole time. Finally we get back to the chateau and I run in not wanting anyone to see my cry so I go into the closest room I can find and close the door my vision is blurry as tears run down my cheeks then just my luck the door opened and jj was stand there look at me my body sitting in the corner of the room head in hands. He sighs and closes the door and comes closer to me the closer he gets the muffled cries he hears get louder. Jj sits directly in front of me,legs crossed and asks softly "why are you crying y/n"
I don't respond so he gently takes my hands off my face and wipes the tears off my cheeks with the pads of his thumb. He keeps both hands on my face slowly Caressing my cheeks and repeats the questions
"what are you crying"
"Why do I have to be so ugly jj"my voice comes out hoarse from the crying. Jj's heart broke hearing about how the girls he loves thinks about herself. Jj pulls me into his lap and whispers in my ear
"your the most beautiful smart and talented girl that has ever stepped foot on this earth" I look up at him and sniffled
"really"
"yes princess" I smile at the nickname and hug him burying my head in the crook of his neck the smell of the ocean weed and beer surrounding me which surprisingly smells nice.Jj rubs my back gently soothing me to sleep and the last thing I hear before closing my eyes is "I love you my beautiful girl"
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"JJI DON'T feel well i've told you multiple times" y/n mumbled putting her face into the pillows. jj scoffed and pulled the pillow away from her
"hun i know you don't like parties but c'mon, john b is gonna be there, kie, sarah, pope" jj said sitting beside you on the bed. you sigh and walk over to the dresser
"i'm showing up in leggings and a hoodie" y/n said grabbing a pair of leggings and jjs hoodie
"i don't care what you wear" jj said with a goofy smile "as long as your coming"
you change into your outfit and jj takes you out to his motorcycle
"jj if i ride this i'll puke" you say shaking your head
"we're taking my car"
"don't be dramatic" jj says sitting in the passenger seat of your car. you make sure the music is down so your head doesn't explode.
one of jjs favorite songs came on and he cranked the radio. you slapped his hand and turned it down.
"jj i have a headache leave the music down" you say turning into the chateaus driveway. jj nods and the group piles into your car.
it didn't take long to get to the bonfire, once you guys made it you went your separate ways.
it was an hour into the party and you haven't drank or smoked anything. you weren't feeling well at all.
jj held you in his arms as the two of you swayed to the music.
"jj i really don't feel well" you mumbled feeling your eyes getting heavy. you vaguely remember what happened next.
"y/n" jjs voice was faint but recognizable "hey love, come on"
"jj what happened" john b said running over "dude is she okay"
"i don't know john b" jj snapped. people started surrounding you and jj told all of them to go away.
"jj she needs to go home" kiara said.
"I already know that" jj snapped again. He was worried, he should've believed you.
he didn't wanna move you until you woke up.
"jj" you mumble. He let out a sigh of relief and helped you slowly stand up.
you stumble a bit but jj holds you steady.
"I just wanna go home" you whisper leaning into his chest. jj nods and walks you to your car. John b, pope and kie followed close behind.
"drop us off at the chateau, i can drive those two home" john b said. JJ nodded and took the trio to John B's place.
it didn't take long to get back to your place, jj was speeding so that could be a factor too.
"Do you need anything? '' JJ asked once he got you into bed. He already got Advil and water and put it on the nightstand.
you shake your head and jj lays beside you. he holds
you tightly and kiss the back of your head.
"I'm so sorry I didn't believe you" jj whispered. you turn to face him and cup his face
"Can you let go of me? It's really hot" you joked. jj shook
his head and held you closer to him "last time i let you go you passed out so no" jj laughed.
Of course, he's going to be overly clingy now.
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"good evening y/n/n! get up we have dinner plans" JJ says jumping on top of me, I let out a slight groan. this is the happiest i've seen him in awhile
"what's wrong y/n" jj asks, getting off of you and sitting beside you.
"Probably the fact you just jumped on top of me but what do you have planned today?" I ask him, turning to face him.
"You'll find out later, now get ready" he says, kissing your forehead. I nod my head and push him out of the room.
"c'mon y/n why can't i stay" jj whines
"that would be a bit perverted j" i say looking up at him
"nothing i haven't seen before" jj says smirking and walking out of your room. i scoff and shake my head grabbing something to wear
"Can you tell me where we're going now?" I ask as I walk down the stairs.
"You have to wait to see pretty lady" he says, walking over and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"What car are we taking?" I asked, grabbing his hand and walking towards my front door.
"The twinkie broke down so my bike" he says smiling.
"cool cool, promise me you won't try to kill me this time?" i joke
"that was one time y/n, i'm not gonna kill you" he says getting on the bike. I sat behind him wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek against his back.
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We make it to a hill looking thing when jj stops his bike "okay, so we're close but you need to put on a blindfold" jj says handing me a blindfold. I hesitate to take it but end up wrapping it around my eyes.
"Are you sure you're not planning to murder me?" i ask gripping onto his arm
"one, why would i muder you, two, your hurting my arm" he says. i loosen my grip on his arm walking with him. we walk for a bit longer when jj stops us.
"okay, take the blindfold off" jj says standing behind me. I pull the blindfold up onto my forehead and smile at the sight in front of me. jj steps in front of me and starts rambling
"i know it's not that special but the twinkie I thought would be a good place I guess, but we can also sit in the field and-" I cut him off by kissing him, he kissed me back after a few seconds of realizing what happened.
"it's beautiful j, thank you" i say walking towards the twinkie seeing it has fairy lights on it and blankets covering the hard floor
"So you like it?" jj asks, putting his hands in his pockets.
"yes jj, it's perfect thank you" i say hugging him. he lets out a sigh of relief and hugs me back.
"okay let's eat before it all goes bad" jj says leading me into the van.
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After a while me & JJ decided to pack everything up and ride back to my house.
"thank you for today j" i say walking up to my front door
"yeah, uh your mom home?" jj asks scratching the back of his neck
"She's working, you can stay over if you want" I say knowing what he's hinting at. He looks at me with a grateful smile and walks me inside. We walk upstairs to my bedroom and I throw him a pair of sweatpants that I stole from him.
"It gets cold in here" I say grabbing a pair of shorts and a hoodie for myself, he nods his head and I walk into the bathroom to get changed. I do whatever I do at night and walk into my bedroom seeing jj already picking a tv show. I lightly laugh to myself and get into bed next to him. He puts his head on my chest and turns on the show we watch together
"i love you" he says randomly looking like he regret it right afterwards
"i love you too j" i say kissing the top of his head and playing with his hair. he smiles against my chest and continues watching the tv.
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"Come on j, can we please watch a movie?" I ask him walking over to my bed.
"i would love too y/n but we have to finish your math so you don't get held back, your already failing" JJ says turning the chair that he's sitting on towards me
"please jj, it's one movie" i plead laying down on my bed
"how about this" he says walking towards me "we finish your math homework then you can pick whatever movie we watch, deal?"
"how about we watch a movie then we finish my homework" i say sitting up.
"You're not winning this argument sunshine" jj says picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
"jj!" i say slapping his back
"shit, y/n don't hit there on my back" jj says setting me down
"sorry jj" I said, kissing his cheek "your dad again?" He looks away and sits on the chair again. He shakes his head and pulls me to sit on his lap. "Just stop talking about it" jj says grabbing my pencil "let's just finish this then we can watch your movie yea?"
"yea" I say, grabbing the pencil and continuing my homework. jj puts his head on my shoulder and points out where i go wrong.
"There you go, you're finally done, now let's watch the movie you wanted to watch" jj says pressing his lips against my shoulder. I nod my head and stand up walking towards my bed.
"what movie are we watching" he says standing up walking towards my bed
"the mighty ducks, the first one though, you've never seen them before" i tell him laying down
"That's because I have no interest in those movies," jj says, putting his head on my stomach. I smile at him and run my fingers through his hair while turning on my laptop that sometimes doesn't turn on.
"They all look so young and since it's near the end we can see them-" I say but look down to see JJ asleep. I shake my head and get up to grab a glass of water. i go to the kitchen and see john b, kiara, sarah and pope talking
"y/n! just because your dating my best friend doesn't mean you get to keep him 24/7" john b tells me walking towards the kitchen
"this is the first time we hung out alone jb, you guys are always in the room making sure we don't do shit" i say taking a sip out of my water bottle
"what's that on your neck?" john b says going into protective brother mode and checking my neck out
"birthmark dumbass, and if i were to have a hickey it would be in a place that wouldn't be shown" i smirk at john b, he looks at me with a disgusted face. jj walks out of my room and towards me wrapping an arm around my waist
"you left me" jj whispers in my ear and kisses the back of my head
"i know, john b held me up complaining that i took you away" i whisper back "come on let's go watch the rest of the movie"
"keep the sound to a minimum" kie yells looking at us then at john b
"no closed door! keep it opened" john b says to us. I scoff and grab jjs hand walking towards my bedroom. jj takes this as a chance to smack my ass
"jj maybank!" i say laughing, he just smiles at me and kisses my forehead
"gross jj that's my sister" john b complains walking over to where sarah is.
"oh please you do worse with sarah" y/n looks at her brother
"shush"
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You and JJ Maybank were strolling along the sandy shore of the Outer Banks beach, enjoying the warm sun and gentle waves lapping at their feet. You guys have been friends for years, ever since you met as kids growing up in this idyllic coastal town.
As they walked side by side, JJ glanced over at y/n and couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for them. They had such an infectious energy and positivity â a quality that made everyone around them feel happier just by being in their presence.Â
JJ smiled at you and asked, "So, what've you been up to lately? Anything exciting going on?"Â
You responded enthusiastically, sharing some recent adventures you have been on and the fun times you had with friends.Â
JJ listened intently, genuinely interested in everything you had to say.
After a while, JJ looked at you and said, "You know, you're really something special, you know that? You always manage to bring joy and light into every situation."Â
You felt a sudden rush of warmth spread through your chest, feeling incredibly grateful for JJ's kind words.
Feeling inspired, JJ took your hand in their own hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before saying, "And no matter what happens in life, I want you to know that you don't have to face it alone. You'll always have me by your side, cheering you on and supporting you every step of the way."Â
You felt a surge of emotions well up within you, feeling incredibly touched by JJ's heartfelt words.Â
âI'm so lucky to have someone like you in my lifeâ You looked over at JJ and smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards them for being such a wonderful friend.
The two continued walking together, their hands still intertwined as they enjoyed each other's company and the beauty of the beach surroundings.
J.M with goth reader hc's
Warnings: Reader is female, suggestive content (its JJ, come on-), witchcraft, pogues macking on each other
Tropes: Sunshinexgrumpy, opposites attract, poguexpogue,
Bree rants: I really want to write this as a whole oneshot, so if you like these head-cannons, please give me some feedback on if you want more oneshots with goth reader. ALSO, read-a-thon is tomorrow, so go check it out, its pinned! I do also take requests, but if you do request something, please be patient, I have a busy life and I am a new writer. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGOT IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!!! Thank you! I love you and make good choices kiddo.
(still dont know how to make aesthetic boarder things.)
JJ! Meeting goth reader at a beach party. Only noticing her because she stood out. The only one wearing a black dress that went to her ankles, dark hair with specs of purple in it, holding a red solo cup filled with some non-alcoholic drink. The rest wearing short dresses or bikini's.
JJ! Noticing how reader groans and rolls her eyes at the music playing.
JJ! Nudging John B, pointing at goth reader, telling him how he thinks you're cool.
JJ! Then telling Sarah to get her man to stop being a dick. Goth reader wouldn't have a clue about this.
JJ! Walking to goth reader, getting shy and nervous as she reapplies her black lipstick.
JJ! Basically recreating the scene in Scott Pilgrim Vs the world where he first meets Ramona. "So, do you like parties?" JJ says, ending his sentence with a shaky breath. Goth reader sighs and simply says a deadpanned no. JJ quickly says me too, despite loving them. Goth reader gives them an awkward smile, not knowing what to do with this golden retriever of a man beside her. JJ slowly and embarrassingly leaves.
JJ! Who comes back to the pogues telling them what happened, letting them make fun of him.
JJ! Who sees goth reader come back to him because her friend told her she needs to socialize. JJ who is ecstatic, while goth reader is awkwardly waving.
JJ! Who rapidly takes goth reader away from his friends before they can embarrass him
JJ! who talks to you and slowly you get out of your shell. Telling him how you hate parties, and hate the music, eventually telling him you liked rock music, as if it wasn't obvious.
JJ! Who tells goth reader he has to go to the bathroom. When in a reality he's forcing the DJ to play the music you like so he can dance with you.
JJ! Who comes back and acts surprised when Metallica, All American Rejects, System of down, My chemical romance, and so on plays.
JJ! Who gets you to dance and has the best night of his life with goth reader.
JJ! Who gets goth readers number at the end of the night, setting up a date with you.
JJ! Who takes goth reader to an old creepy bookstore and buys all the books she looks at with a small amount of money in his pocket. And at the end, they watch the sunset while having a picnic.
JJ! Who falls in love with goth reader after a week of dating because she's the opposite of him. He says, "Its boring when people are like me, the conversations are as bland as John B's cooking." When deep down its because she brings balance to his life.
JJ! Who makes goth reader sleepover at the chateau because he sleeps better when she's there.
JJ! Who lets goth reader do all the witchy stuff to him. Whatever makes his doll happy right?
JJ! Who lets goth reader sage his dick because "too many girls with negative energy have been on it."
JJ! Who lets goth reader put crystals and incense all over the chateau.
JJ! Who is so so so in love with goth reader and loves their differences.
JJ! Who brags to John B about goth reader, because she's into freaky things during bed. (She asked him to put healing wax on her back and he took it as sex.)
(STILL DONT KNOW HPW TO USE THOSE AESTHETIC BOARDERS)
JJ with Latina reader
Warnings: This is very short, suggestive content, reader is angry, and author is using google translate despite being Mexican
Tropes: Moodyxhappy, poguexpogue, angryxsunshine, golden retrieverxchihuahua.
Summary: JJ spills readers cup and she snaps.
Bree speaks: Hi! Thank you for reading, just answering some questions before I continue writing. I do take reqs, but I do have a busy life, so please bare with me. I don't know how to make a taglist, so if you do, please tell me omg. Also, my askbox is always open, and i love answering questions, so before you go, ask me something! <3 Thank you, any tips are helpful! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! Thank you again, I love you and make good choices.
(I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A BOARDER)
Today was supposed to be relaxing.
JJ had already taken you out to the beach, letting you play with the water and find those seashells you loved.
When you and JJ came back to the chateau, you had decided- no demanded you make some birria tacos for dinner.
You were already on edge from finding out JJ was eating moldy bread. But you didn't let that ruin your day... yet.
So JJ sat on the couch with John B and Pope, ranting to them how you had the most perfect ass.
"Have you seen how round it is?" JJ groans and moans quite loudly. John B, who already had a girlfriend was tuning him out, making JJ sound like a white noise in his ear.
Pope simply walks away now.
JJ stands up and starts to walk to you. You were listening to music, swaying your hips to it as you chopped up some tomato for the salsa.
He snakes his arms around your waist giving you a sloppy kiss on your neck.
When you two first started dating, you would push him off and giggle. But its been a year since you both were in the honeymoon phase.
You sigh and let him pepper kisses on your neck, continuing to cook.
Everything seemed perfectly fine, nobody was yelling, John B was finally being quiet, not yapping about Ward.
Pope was doing something outside, nobody ever knew.
Until, JJ goes to kiss you and spills your birria sauce you spent an hour on onto the floor.
You and him look at each other at the same time. You clutch the kitchen towel that was on your shoulder. Narrowing your eyes at him, you take a deep breath and sigh.
He thinks he's off the hook, grabbing your chin and pecking your lips. You smile and slowly push him him away.
Then that's when everything snaps.
"¿Sabes qué, pequeño niño blanco? Estoy tan deprimido con tu pålido trasero." You yell and throw the towel at him.
"Crees que puedes conseguir cualquier cosa, Âżeh? ÂĄPues no puedes! ÂĄEspero que te mueras por tu estĂșpido culo de comer pan mohoso! MorirĂas sin mĂ Maybank." You poke a finger into his chest and roll your eyes.
JJ currently has his hands up in defense. He has a tiny smirk on his face. And you fight the urge to smack him.
JJ knows you want to use physical force, you can't hide your facial expressions very well. And to him, they were quite cute, even if you wanted to murder him.
"SerĂĄ mejor que borres esa maldita sonrisa de tu cara. Estamos en la cocina, hay cuchillos y no me quieres cerca de los cuchillos, JJ." You frantically run a hand through your hair. By now, Sarah and Kiara have entered the chateau finding you two like this. John B, Kiara, Pope and Sarah have all gathered around watching you basically ripping him a new asshole.
"Ni siquiera dios puede salvarte de mĂ. Oren para que despuĂ©s de tanto grito no se queme mi birria. Porque si asĂ fuera, puedes despedirte de mi trasero." You deadpan. You wipe your hands on your jean shorts and smile. You wave at the girls, acting as if nothing had happened.
After a few seconds of silence, JJ speaks up.
"Is it a good time to say that turned me on?" JJ mumbles and grins at how you look at him.
"No." Everybody says in unison.
Why is Harry Potter lowkey obx but with wizards.
HOLD UP.
John B- Harry Potter
Hermione- Kiara
Ron- JJ.
YOU GET IT MAN?
Kiara is half kook but shows to be a pogue. Hermione is a muggle but proves to everyone she can fight like a pureblood.
John B does everything for his dad, the treasure? His dad. His will to kill Ward? His dad. The series is about him getting revenge for his father. OH AND HARRY POTTER? THE WHOLE BOOK SERIES WAS LITERALLY ABOUT HIM FIGHTING FOR HIS PARENTS.
Ron may have family (sorry JJ-) but they always choose him last. Heâs the funny character and goes along with anything that Harry says. Unless he thinks itâs stupid, which is all the time. THUS, making him JJ.
I donât have one for Pope since I just woke up and i immediately thought of this. So if you have any more please put them in the comments-
JJ Maybank dad core đ«
Pls I canât stop laughing at that first fucking photo
NO CAUSE NAME ONE PERSON WHO LOOKS THIS GOOD IN SWEATERS ALSO BICEPS FOR DAYS
#hands hands hands
#he would step on me and id thank him
#his hair has a personality of its own
she's crazy but she's mine.
authors note: first short drabble! kinda nervous to post so pls lmk what u think! hope you guys like it, maybe could turn into a full fic??
paring: jj maybank x fem!reader
jj maybank and his crazy wildcard gf!! ur just so unpredictable, one minute ur sat on jj's lap around the bonfire with all the rest of the pogues, talking about ur next plans to find the gold. u and jj all cozy n warm cuddling with each other n next minute ur walkin to the other side of the beach with a glass bottle of beer in hand, ready to beat up some chick (clearly a kook) who keeps on giving u dirty looks.
jj is super calm with u, ur almost practically just like him! somehow always causing shit and then running away once the cops get called, but loving to ur friends and would do anything to protect them.
but sometimes he doesn't even notice you've ran off! he's high off his mind, beer in hand, zoned out, and he suddenly realizes that ur not all snuggled up in his lap anymore. he's whipping his head around like a meerkat looking for u, once he spots u hes running after u and saying stufff like...
"woahhh stop right there little lady, how we sit back down now yeahh? don't want u hurtin urself pretty girl!"
he knows that he won't be able to stop u, ur confident and u know damn well what ur doing and the consequences to it, he cant tell u what to do!! but at least he gives u tons of lil kisses and while helping u bandage up your knuckles after beating up the girl who kept on giving u dirty looks (who you later find out was also eye fucking jj but he gives u some 'reassurance' that he loves u and only u!!) âșïžâșïž
Who is he ?
Pairing- JJ maybank x fem! Reader
Synopsis - Kiara sets her up on a date but JJ just so happens to be working the night of..
Warnings - idk like kissing ? Well A kiss
The moonlight shone down on her, as she stood outside the country club waiting for the date Kiara set her up with, to get over the maybank boy she was lucky to call her best friend. She was hopelessly devoted obviously.
She repeatedly kept checking her phone as time went on she gave in and texted Kiara. *are you sure heâs coming? You said eight right? Am I here to early?* a moment later a ding ! Came from her phone *yes, y/n. I promise, you do realise itâs 7:50 right ?* the girl sighed *all right let you know how it goes?* she replied *yes of course now go enjoy yourself and DONâT think about JJ* she chuckled to herself before another message came through *love you !!!*
8:00 is what her phone read she was getting worried, but a car pulled into one of the many car spaces that were empty. The engine was turned off and the nerves were making her feel like she was about to Puke. A figure was walking up to her, oh god.
âHey y/n right? Iâm Liam. Sorry Iâm lateâ he said pulling her in for a hug, âyeah nice to meet youâ her voice came out stuttered, but she flashed him a smile âKiaras friend ? Sheâs told me a lot about youâ he put a hand on her lower back she winced at the action, thatâs what JJ does. as he guided her into the restaurant.
âI have to say y/n your even more prettier in person, than what Kiara showed meâ the small tint on her cheeks was noticeable now since the bright light that came from the celling was now shining down on her
Her lips were pulled into a smile, until a tall figure appeared at the table for two, she looked up a small frown appearing on her face as she saw the one person she didnât want to seeâŠat all.
âHi Iâm JJ..â he trailed as he made eye contact with her smirking down âand Iâll be your server tonight..can I get you any drinks?â He asked pulling out the note book âIâll have a waterâ she smiled up at the boy acting as if she never blinked an eye his way
âIâll take a-.â JJ cut Liam off âwoah, Woah, Woah, y/nâ She glanced at Liam who pulled a confused face âyou know this guy?â Liam asked her âyes she doesâ JJ said âwhoâs he ?â JJ looked at you âmy dateâ she looked forward playing with her fingers.
âYour on a date?â The sound of JJs voice dropping was obvious but she kept her composure âyeahâ she nodded.
âDude, this is confusing. You guys seem as if yous have some unspoken love story, Iâm going to leaveâ Liam stood up she sent him a sympathetic face as he left âyou know what Iâm going to leave aswell, thanks for ruining my date, maybankâ tears were threatening to spill as she stormed out of the country club.
But she knew JJ was right behind her. as she was texting Kiara to come pick her up JJ placed a hand on her âlook y/n, Iâm sorryâ he said âJJ thatâs not the point i kinda liked him. Seriously kie set me up with him so Iâd get over you, now Iâm starting to think why I ever liked youâ she rambled not even realising what she confessed out loud with JJ âIâm texting kie to come pick me upâ
âY/n, what?â His shocked face was confusing as she looked up at the boy âwhat?â She furrowed her brows âwhat did you just say?â He said âIâm texting kie to come pick me up?â She raised one brow
âNo before thatâ he raised a Brow, oh shit what has she done. âI that I canât believe I ever liked you?â Her lip quivered âyou liked me?..â he asked, she slowly nodded.
Before she had time to react JJâs lips were smashed onto hers.
Sight for sore eyes!
Pairing - JJ Maybank x fem! Reader
Synopsis - JJ Maybank was a sight for sore eyes, and y/n has clearly had enough.
Warnings - kissing, jealousy???
Cruel summer! Masterlist.
THE SUN WAS SLOWLY SETTING as the boneyard filled with more and more teenagers, Kiara and y/n chatting away about a recent movie the pair had gone to see at the cinema, when something caught her eye, it was JJ. She slowly tuned Kiara out, her eyes locked onto the prissy blonde he was flirting with.
âY/n! Earth to y/n!â Kiaraâs hand was waving back and forth infront of her face âare you listening?!â She said tapping her shoulder âyeah! Sorryâ she threw her a sympathetic look
âSee if you asked him out already, he wouldnât be doing thatâ Kie said following her line of vision also spotting JJ flirting with the blonde, they watched as she touched his bicep as he said something funny
âHeâs not even that funny, kieâ she sighed standing up to get another drink, Kie following along âwhat have I told you y/nâ she took Kieâs cup in her hand filling it up âI know but how am I meant to tell him Kie? He doesnât even see me like that anywayâ she shrugged
âAre you being serious y/n? Do you not see the way he looks at you?â Sheâs not being serious right? Sheâs just feeding into it âvery funny Kieâ she rolled her eyes âHe doesnât like me like that!â You sighed âY/n you must be blind heâs like in love with you!â She turned to kiara with wide eyes as she practically yelled âwhoâs in love with who?â She froze, fuck
âNo one- No ones in love with anyoneâ she turned around giving JJ a slight smile âwhy donât you go back to your new girlfriend, looks like sheâs waiting for youâ He gave her a sarcastic smile pushing her shoulder âwhatâs that? Your fourth girlfriend this week?â She laughed âha haâ he said âyou seem jealous? Are you jealous y/n?â A scoff escaped from her lips as she rolled her eyes
âIn your dreams Maybankâ she sighed âanyways sheâs just a friend anywayâ he shrugged his eyes searching her face for any reacting âmhmâŠsure, anyone from a mile away could see sheâs likes youâ
âJust like you then..huh?â She froze again not noticing him slowly stepping closer to her âwhat?â She raised her brows âjust like youâ he repeated âI have no clue what your on aboutâ the blood rushed onto her cheeks âI overheard you and Kies conversationâ she was now, quite literally scarlet.
âHow much did you hear?â She looked up at the boy âyou like me?â He ignored her question his face softening âI-uh-wellâ she cleared her throat looking everywhere but him.
âNo?â Her voice trailed âmhmâ he nodded sarcastically âwhat? You really think Iâd like youâ she poked his chest, he caught her rest âyou think Iâm stupidâ he tilted his head to the side lightly giving her a smirk ânow why would you think that Maybank?â She copied his actions âcause you think I donât knowâ
âYou donâtâ she shrugged feeling his free hand slip down to her waist pulling her closer âyou think I like you..? Oh JJ you could sneeze and every girl would be fawning over youâ she laughed âyour a sight for sore eyesâ he gave her a confused look âsight for sore eyes?â She raised his brows âit means your nice to look atâ his smirk became wider
Due to how close he was, she could feel his breath on her lips, her eyes flickered to his lips then back up to his eyes, his gorgeous blue eyes.
âWhat are you doing?â She made no effort to move, he shrugged âjust talkinâ to youâ he said before a silence overcame them.
Before she new it, his lips found hers and the cup that was in her hand was now long forgotten as it fell to the ground the alcohol spilling over the sand as her arms reached up wrapping around his neck
âDo you still not like me?â He said as he pulled away from her âyeah I still donât like youâ she said before pulling him back into a kiss.
Call it what you want, call it what you want too.
Pairing - JJ Maybank x fem! Reader
Synopsis - feelings & hot tubs
Warnings - smoking, kissing.
Cruel summer! masterlist
IT WAS COLD Walking outside with only a small black bikini on, the path to the hot tub was short, but chilly, the light smoke coming from the tub or JJ who was smoking a blunt. âHeyâ her voice was quiet unlike the hot tub as she stepped up the small stairs sitting on the side of the tub before lifting her legs over
âLookinâ good miss Y/L/Nâ his eyes travelling down her body âthank you mr maybankâ she smiled sitting down across from the boy, who passed the blunt to her, she mumbled a quick âthanksâ before inhaling the joint.
ïżŒafter she inhaled, she looked up letting the smoke exhale from her mouth her eyes connecting with JJâs âwhy are you looking at me like that?â She awkwardly laughed drawing her attention to the fact that it was only her and him in the hot tub.
The rest were asleep or out at the beach doing god knows what âyou look prettyâ he breathed out still stairing at her lifting his sunglasses up âare you high?â He laughed at her âmaybe just a littleâ he shrugged
She passed the blunt back over to the boy his fingers grazing hers.
âBut seriously thoughâ he said looking up from the joint âyou seriously think Iâm pretty? JJ câmon I see you with a new girl every week or flirting with one at a party and weâre literally best friends you canât be serious JJâ
âJust because I do all of that y/n doesnât mean I canât think youâre pretty, youâre not like the rest of them⊠y/n⊠all of the-⊠all of them are just meaningless hookupsâ
âWhat are you trying to say JJâ she took the blunt back, the silence that came after her saying that wasnât pretty, he sighed âdonât act so stupidâ he looked up at her, with those eyes
âStupid? Funny JJ real matureâ she rolled her eyes âfine. You want me to tell you?â He sat up turning the bubbles off, so she could properly hear him.
âI like you.â He blurted out, her eyes widened, he stood up water dripping from his toned body âall those girls, hook up and shit weâre just meaningless and meant nothing to me y/n I like you.â
âNo you know what scratch that Iâm in love with youâ she sat there dumbfounded as he looked down at her, her mouth agape
âYou know what-.â He cut himself off âare you not gonna saying anything?â He said a frown appearing on his face, she was in shock, frozen even.
âYou know what-.. y/n.. just forget I said anythingâ he said turning to get out of the hot tub, she rushed to stand up grabbing his hand âJJâŠJJâ he turned back around âI- I donât know what to say JJ Iâve liked you since the day I met you I-i just didnât know how to tell you since I saw you with all those girls I never thought you were interestedâ
âIâm sorry I never said anything sooner.. I just thought that-.â He cut her off pressing his lips against hers lips moving against each other sloppily.
Guilty as sin?
Pairing - JJ Maybank x fem! Reader
Summary - JJ Maybank & y/n had a complicated relationship with is complicated reputation with girls and her little knowledge on boys.
Warning - kissing. Fluffy
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The boneyard. The one place where Kooks and Pogues can party without fighting. It wasnât unusual for a party at the boneyard on a Friday night, every week during summer vacation. The Pogues loved partying especially JJ Maybank & y/n y/l/n.
JJ lingered around the girl. Glances ever so often, as she talked to people that were in her classes last year before Kiara came up behind her putting an arm around her shoulder âheâs staring again.â She chuckled the two girls a little tipsy.
âWhoâs staring Kie?â The girls eyebrows raised a smile taking over her face, as she looked around the beach, the brunette hit her jokingly âyou know!â She said, a wider smile appearing on her face as she turned around seeing JJ leaning against a tree, sipping his drink.
âOh! maybank?â She grinned âwhat are you on about Kie? I literally saw him Making out with a girl not even ten minutes ago.â She shrugged âyou know he only has eyes for you y/nâ she nudged her.
âJJ Maybank does not like me, Kiaraâ she sighed downing the rest of her drink âIâm definitely not his type. For one. And two, literally every girl goes for him because heâs a hot idiotâ Kiara followed her over to the keg as she filled her drink up, Kiara had noticed JJ walking over.
The girl had turned around to say something to Kie but noticing that she had disappeared, she carried on filling her drink up.
âAlright y/n?â JJ approached her putting a hand on her bare shoulder with a firm grip âhey Jâ a light smile spreading on her face as she turned around âenjoying the party?â She asked as he moved his arm to around her shoulders draping over them.
âI am now that Iâm with youâ he smiled down at her âwerenât you just making out with a girl like 15 minutes ago?â Her brow raised âHm, maybe I was maybe I wasnâtâ he shrugged.
âWalk with me?â He said pulling her in the opposite direction of the party, the music becoming distant as they walked towards the water.
âYou look really pretty tonight y/nâ he whispered in her ear, a warm feeling taking over her body âyour not being serious Jâ the girl laughed âif I wasnât being serious, would I do this?â He said before standing in front of her cupping her face in his hands and planting his lips onto hers.
âI love you y/nâ he released himself from her âbut J-.â He cut her off âno, y/n. Please if youâd just give me a chance, I can make it work please. Just give me a chance y/nâ her face was still cupped in between his hands âI love you y/n. And itâs came as a shock to me, but I do. I really do.â She sighed âI love you too JJ.â