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Odd One Out

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Reader feels invisible around the Pogues.

Warnings: Crying, feeling strongly excluded, comfort, mention of disease, etc.

Note: I know this wasn’t part of my “Future Stories” post, but it’s been a side story for too long so I decided to post it! Hope you like it!

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“I’m tellin’ ya, pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza, that’s uh,” Pope chuckled at the silly conversation of debate whether the topping belongs on the delicious food or not before finishing his sentence, “the end of discussion. Debate closed.”

The whole room was still trying to wear off its laughter, a few people still going off in a fit before calming down again.

The girl was laughing too, just a lot softer and less full of….what’s the word….happiness.

Most of the time she didn’t know what the jokes were about, or the little references they would whisper to each other were on the topic of. It didn’t help the fact that she was sitting away from the majority of the group, the one sitter arm chair away from the couch they crowded.

She still remembers the encounter of them practically pushing her away from the group, forcing her to sit on the chair alone. She had walked in with them, all of them still laughing at some joke JJ said but of course she couldn’t get a word in on what he spoke at all, for she was always in the back of the group anyhow. The friends had walked in the house, one by one plopping on the couch or on the floor in front of it, so there wasn’t a single little space for her to squeeze in.

If she thought back deeper and shut her eyes, she could still feel the stare they laid upon her, waiting to see her point of action towards the matter. It was almost like they didn’t like her, like if she went near one of the particular that very person would be the unlucky girl or boy to have to deal with her for the rest of the hang out.

So yeah, her cheeks flushed deep red as she stumbled over crossed legs and ankles towards the back of the room, muttering soft pathetic apologies before sitting in the very chair she is sitting in now.

Now it wasn’t so bad, just that she was in the back, meaning all she could see were backs of heads and once in a while profiles. So the bit of participation she wished she had was no longer available, so now she was sitting in the chair, her legs crossed apple sauce style so they wouldn’t accidentally kick someone.

JJ was so close. So close that all she had to do in order to talk to him was tap him on the shoulder. He would turn around and talk to her and smile, giving her one of those blue eye sparkles. Maybe then she’d-

If she kept thinking like this she’d never be able to participate in the conversation. So she forced out a chuckle, trying to ease herself in.

Maybe she could squeeze her own voice in with all the others? If there’s room for them there has to be room for her too, right?

“One time I went to a pizza shop and-“

Her voice dyed out, the response being absolutely nothing. No eye contact, no expression change, not even a glance from anyone, almost like they didn’t even hear her.

She was speaking loud enough, the same volume of everyone else, but she also didn’t want to talk over the whole group just for a grab of attention.

So the conversation she wasn’t included in continued, someone else’s voice covering hers.

That someone else being Kiera, who of course everyone has to pay attention to. “Yeah, I agree, no more pineapple on pizza talk, maybe we should get actual pizza.” She suggested, and everyone loved the sound of that.

So did she, her stomach being the other thing she was thinking about besides the fact she wasn’t being included. She got up with the others, heading out the door behind JJ.

If she just tapped him on the shoulder-

He closed the door. Maybe he didn’t see her, since there was a corner to go around before exiting the house, but he didn’t forget about her, right?

She stared at the closed door, the past events causing small tears to arise in her eyes.

No.

She can’t cry just because someone closed the door in her face. It was such a small thing, a small action of a mistake he might’ve made. She almost expected him to come back, staring at the handle to see if it would twist, awaiting his face to pop in and apologize for the little thing he did.

But he never came.

She took a sharp breath in, reaching forward for the handle herself and leaving the house.

The group was outside piling into the Twinkie, talking about. She went to the side door too, hoping she could squeeze in somewhere.

But all the seats were full, and all the pitiful eyes were on her.

“Oh, there’s no room. Maybe you could drive in your car and meet us there?” Sarah suggested, and it was the first time that day they spoke directly to her. And it should’ve been something she enjoyed, like a little invitation to join the conversation or an offer to squeeze next to someone, them willing to be a little bit uncomfortable just so she could join.

But it was something she wished didn’t happen, because why did she even go to the side of the car in the first place? Did she really think there would be room for her?

“Or someone could squeeze over..?” Sarah trailed off, looking over at the rooms of people, and the girl couldn’t help but notice how John B moved closer to the edge with the window, covering a small space. Her heart broke.

“Or ya could sit on my lap, Princess.” She heard JJ chuckle, and she glanced at him, her broken little heart believing him for a second, her cheeks softly flushing, before realizing it was a joke. Some people laughed, Kie smacking JJ on the arm but there was a smirk on her lips.

The girl cleared her throat awkwardly, fiddling with her hands, all eyes still on her.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna go anymore, I’ll just go home…I’m not feeling so well.” She had to come up with some excuse, some ticket to get out of there, not like they would miss her at all.

She just walked away, heading to the sidewalk to walk home. Alone.

No one wished her well, despite her lie, but she still wished to at least get a “get well soon” or a “goodbye”.

Nothing. Just pity looks as she walked away, not long before chatter filled the car once more and they drove off.

She didn’t feel like eating anymore, despite her stomach yelling at her because she missed the only chance to eat; they would probably make her pay for her own meal anyway.

So she headed home, arms crossed as tears finally made their way down her cheeks. It hurt, the concept of not being included. She was the nickel out of all the pennies. They were all tan skin and smiles, considering themselves lucky because they found each other, very similar to being lucky when you find a penny. But she was all silver and plain, having a different engraving on her and being a different size than everyone else; they were all small and sweet, yet she was the biggest fool out of all of them.

She hated being a nickel. What did she have to do to be a penny?

She didn’t know, and that right there made her cry harder. She wiped at the tears but nothing worked, for whole rivers were already down her face by now. Her heart cracked, she felt it, because she knew if John B moved over just a little there would be enough room for her to sit with them.

But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to sit next to her, like she was some sort of disgusting disease that he didn’t want to catch.

All she wanted was to be included, to feel loved and fit in by them. But she’ll always be the odd one out.

She fell asleep crying, and woke up hungry since she skipped dinner the day before.

She got out of bed, seeing her red-eyed self in the mirror while brushing her teeth.

She decided to go out today, to JJ’s house.

Now, it didn’t seem like a good decision, but she needed comfort and he was the only person she knew that would provide it. Maybe she would tell him how she’s feeling, not the crying all the way home part, and he would assure her he likes her in the group.

At least that’s what her brain told her he’d say.

Because her mother wouldn’t understand, plus she had other things to deal with, and she didn’t want to bother her father with all the work loads he had on his mind.

But JJ, he was the shiniest penny of all of them, and he seems like the only person to trust. Sadly she didn’t forget about the joke he made the day prior, suggesting she sat on his lap, but it was a one time thing and he could’ve been peer pressured to make it.

That’s what her brain kept telling her.

But the morning was sunny and warm, practically begging for her to enjoy it so she couldn’t refuse.

She put on some Jean shorts and a sun shirt, putting some knitted bracelets on her wrist because she saw everyone else wearing one; plus they were fun to make.

She had made one for JJ, his two favorite colors she overheard him reveal tied into the bracelet. She was gonna bring it to his house, maybe have the courage to give it to him.

She got to his house on foot, spotting his blob of blonde hair behind his car hood, where it normally was.

She shyly made her way over, gazing at his car to pass time. She liked how rusty it was, showing its age but it was still quite clean, like it was his prize possession. (It probably was)

“She looks good, doesn’t she?”

She flinched, looking over at him and making eye contact. His blues were something she admired, but looking directly into them overwhelmed her so she looked away. He chuckled.

One of the main reasons why she went to him was because JJ was the type of person who could talk to anybody. He knew the words to say or the way to talk to make the person comfortable (friend wise that is.)

She hoped he would do just that while he talks to her, and so far so good.

She nodded in response, hands in her back pockets of her shorts and fiddling with the bracelet she made him.

“Yeah, looks great.” She assured, despite the fact that she knew he already knew that, but then again it was all worth the smirk he gave in response, leaning back into the hood.

“What’s wrong with it?” She had the courage to ask, hands out of her pockets now and fingers fiddling together.

He shook his head. “Absolutely nothin’, just had to replace the engine.”

She smiled softly at that, glad that there wasn’t anything severely wrong with his car. “That’s good.”

He nodded, clearly half listening but she knew it was only because he was so focused on the task at hand.

They fell into silence for a little bit, and she was kinda glad he didn’t ask why she was there, mainly because she needed time to build up the courage to start the topic.

“Hey, JJ?” She blurted out, forcing her lips to move. Her heart started beating quite quickly. He looked up at her briefly at the acknowledgment before glancing back down, letting her know he was listening.

“Mm?” He hummed.

“Um,” she started, fiddling with her hands harder than before and trying to ignore the surprisingly annoying racing of her heart. “I noticed yesterday-“

“You noticed the toilet paper I put on John B’s shoe? You didn’t tell him, did you?” He interrupted, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. She’s always wanted an eye sparkle from him, that meant the topic was mischievous and exciting for him.

But now wasn’t the time, for she needed to get to the point before her courage wore off. “Well, no, I didn’t tell him, but-“

He let out a sigh of relief. “Good, I wanted it to be there when we went to get pizza, which…”

He slowly trailed off, realizing she wasn’t there when they went out.

She swallowed nervously, feeling her cheeks flush. “Yeah, whatever, anyway, I really need to talk to you about something.”

She was satisfied that she could get that sentence out, for the courage in her chest hasn’t left yet.

His face drew back, twisting with confusion but he looked okay with it. “Okay, what’s up, sugar?” He said casually, leaning back down and popping the old engine out, lifting it before placing on the ground.

Her cheeks flushed red at the nickname, but brushed it off so she could stay on task. She kept telling herself that talking to him would help, so she really wanted to get her point across.

“Um, well, I’m feeling a bit, I don’t know, like I don’t…belong.”

The word: belong. It was something she always wanted to do, something she would die just for a taste of being it. It was something she so wanted to be that she held the word close to her heart, holding onto it tightly so it wouldn’t leave her. It was slowly fighting back against her grip ever since she met the group, yet she wanted friends so badly she kept trying.

She stared at JJ to see his reaction, watching as he lifted the new engine towards the car hood. He must have felt her stare because why else would he look up, eyes looking as clueless as ever.

“Did you say something?” He said, scratching his head, closing the hood.

“What?” She pathetically whispered, tears welling up but she blinked them away. She cleared her throat. “N-no, I didn’t say anything. I was gonna say I made this for you.”

Her voice was soft and helpless, setting the bracelet on the now closed hood of the car after taking it out of her pocket. He stared at it, eyes softening slightly before looking up, meeting her glossy eyes.

“I-I hope you like it,” She said, voice thick and her lips were quivering, tears so close to bursting themselves out.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” He said, stepping around his car and reaching for her, but she snatched her wrist out of his reach.

“You weren’t listening to me!” She sputtered. “Just like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could get out because he was in shock at her outburst. Normally she is the quiet cute girl in the corner, now her eyebrows were furrowed in anger and her cheeks were red. Smoke was practically coming out of her ears.

“Sorry?” She quoted. “I have been feeling like this for weeks, and I finally had the courage to talk to someone, that someone being you of all people because I had a speck of hope that you would listen but when I do you can’t do that just this once?!”

“Feeling like what?” He said- almost demanded- his eyebrows furrowing. She threw her arms in the air in asasperation at his response, like out of the whole outburst she expressed the only thing he heard was that little part. “Does it even matter?” She almost yelled. “You had one chance to listen and you didn’t take it. If you cared you would’ve listened.”

“I do care, sugar,” he desperately assured. “I didn’t know you needed my full attention. I should’ve listened, and I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t even matter anymore, forget about it, JJ,” she said, wiping her cheeks before turning away.

“No no talk to me, princess. I’m listening I promise,” he whispered, dirty fingers curved around her wrist.

She turned to him, desire for someone to listen to her was strong.

Once he knew she wasn’t gonna leave, he let go of her wrist, the warmth from his touch leaving her. She fiddled with her fingers, looking into his eyes that seemed so sincere.“You promise?”

He nodded almost instantly. “I promise.”

He even held out his pinkie to her, making her laugh but seal the promise nonetheless.

The rest of the morning they sat and talked, JJ’s smile as big as ever and the threads tied around his wrist.

She laughed.

Laughed.

And she actually got to hear his jokes for once. The ones she missed, misheard, and never repeated for her.

And those sounds were as genuine as they could get, her heart singing as he gave her a real eye twinkle.

It was at that moment her heart fell, fell hard for the boy next to her.

And at their next hangout she didn’t have to sit on the chair alone like she normally does, for now she got to see on Maybank’s lap (as offered) as she laughed with the group and got to have her say.

She felt loved. Felt like she was included.

And, most important of all, she felt belonged.

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honeychamomile1 · 8 months ago

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Part three of the “Pretty” Series is out!!!

Here is the Masterlist for the parts so far- I’m planning on having five parts so please be patient I know there’s small cliffhangers!!

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honeychamomile1 · 8 months ago

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The “Pretty” Series

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Series Summary: JJ unexpectedly breaks up with reader, and no one knows why. This leads to friends getting involved.

Warnings: Warnings vary, so check each part for them!

Note: I’m so grateful for all the praise and love I got for the first two stories, so I’m glad to announce the series masterlist!! By all means, enjoy!

(First part on top, and goes down from there)

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Ain’t Pretty- Reader grieves from her breakup with JJ, and she can’t help but fall apart. (Doesn’t have to be read, but recommended!!)

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Is It Pretty?- As reader continues to deal with the break up, things stir when Pope gets involved.

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Not So Pretty- John B is determined to find out why JJ broke his friend, until he hits a nerve.

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Kinda Pretty- COMING SOON!

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“You’re so Pretty”- COMING SOON!

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honeychamomile1 · 8 months ago

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Not So Pretty

JJ Maybank x ex!fem!reader

Summary: No one, I mean no one, can be okay after a break up and that is just something that is shown to be proven not told.

Warnings: Light violence, mention of glass shattering, drinking underage (it’s JJ after all), crying, comfort, etc.

Note: Part three of “Pretty” series! I hope you guys enjoy! Also, @sunndroppp this is my apology for being so late! Please forgive me lol. :)

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John B

“John B.” I heard in a sing-song voice, a tiny laugh escaping the person who was trying to disturb my sleep.

I opened my eyes with great effort, eyes fluttering a couple times before I had a clear visual of who was interrupting my slumber.

“Whoah, what the heck, man?!” I blurted, sitting up quickly, pulling the blanket with me to cover myself with its warmth.

JJ Maybank was standing over my bed, his face previously only a couple centimeters from mine. He laughed, mouth opened wide in a smile as he startled me awake.

“It’s nothing personal, I just wanted to wake my buddy up.” He explained, chuckling again.

For a second I almost questioned why he was acting this way; acting like everything was okay after he abandoned the one girl he truly loved, but I couldn’t know how he deals with his feelings, and I didn’t want to ruin his day by bringing it up; the last thing I wanted was to uncover feelings he previously buried.

Instead I only rolled my eyes, reaching up to rub the sleep out of them. My mouth opened in a yawn. “What do you want, JJ?”

He smiled and nudged my arm with his elbow. “Don’t know, you tell me.”

I glared at him. “You’re telling me that you woke me up for no reason at all?”

He smirked but his lips wavered. “Not for no reason, you can still make me breakfast now that you’re up.”

I grabbed the nearest pillow I had nearby and threw it at him, the object successfully hitting him right in the chest.

“Make your own breakfast, Maybank.” I teasingly snarled, and he laughed, walking out of the room so he wouldn’t annoy me further.

When I later went down stairs, I saw JJ sitting on the counter, a beer bottle in his hand. The same hands she used to kiss and hold, guiding him where she wanted to go while giggling at his complaints.

I laughed half-heartedly. “Already drinking somethin’?”

JJ huffed, a smile being forced on his lips as he looked at the glass in his hand, almost like he didn’t realize it was there until now. “Yeah, I guess so.”

My eyebrows furrowed, confusion flooding my senses. “You okay?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, taking off his hat with his free hand, ruffling his hair strands before putting the cap back on. He then seemed to flip his usual emotion switch on, a very forced smile stretching his lips. “‘Course, why wouldn’t I be?”

I felt a look of uncertainty surround my features since I couldn’t help but show it. No one, I mean no one, can be okay after a break up and that is just something that is shown to be proven not told.

“Nothing,” I started, and felt a sarcastic comment come up my throat. “Not like you just broke up with someone or anything.”

JJ’s jaw clenched, giving the impression his teeth were clashing together uncomfortably. It twitched, not seeming to be unlocking any time soon. “Shut up.”

Normally when JJ told me that kind of stuff I would laugh and refuse to do so, teasing him by pushing his shoulder. He would normally give me that kind of come-get-me-grin, testing me once again to see if I’d dare to make my response something along the lines of ‘make me.’

But this was serious, his voice stern as he looked, more like glared, at me. His hands turned white as he squeezed the beer bottle’s neck. For some reason my chest tightened in fear of it shattering, picturing glass particles everywhere like flickering lights. Of course, I knew JJ was strong but not that capable capable to break a glass bottle, but the fear was sitting in me nonetheless.

“Why?” I asked, confusion taking a seat next to the fear in my chest. “I am telling the truth, aren’t I?”

JJ’s jaw was still locked, eyes set on a wall across the kitchen, silently asking it a question and waiting for it to answer.

“Aren’t I?” I repeated, trying to squeeze the answer out of him like squeezing the juice out of a lemon, and I awaited the sour response of the truth.

“And what if you are?” He suddenly snapped, blue eyes making sharp eye contact with mine. I didn’t flinch, for I couldn’t do so, and I wasn’t scared enough to do it in the first place. There it was, the sour taste on my tongue.

I am never scared of JJ, and today will not be the time that changes.

So I stood my ground, looking in right back in the eye as he continued his outburst. “That doesn’t change anything, because I’m over it.”

His voice was so straight, straight as a line, not wavering whatsoever. But I knew him, and that last part of what he said had a dip in tone. “Yeah right.”

He slapped his eyes away for mine and back to the wall in front of him, legs swinging softly back and forth. His boots that still covered his feet-the fact alone bothered me a little- softly hit the cabinets below the counter, it closing and opening, closing and opening, closing and openi-

“Stop that will you?” I blurted, gesturing to his feet but instead is stopping he just jumped off the counter all together, setting the beer down on the surface he was previously sitting on and starting right for me.

His hands, the ones she used to hold grabbed me harshly by the shoulders, a face with nothing but rage fight in mine. His eyes darkened, they shined with anger as he dove me to the ground, the harsh kitchen floor beneath me.

A flashback to when we were younger, his tiny body squealing with laughter as he playfully pushed me down, the grass smacking my back as I attempted to wrestle back.

But this moment wasn’t playful, and if I didn’t stop him, I felt the growing fear he would actually hurt me.

“Hey, hey, hey!” I shouted, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him off me. I met his face, his eyes, and saw soft tears laid over them.

“Hey, man, what’s wrong?” I asked him softly, our legs bending to stand up again, my hands still on his shoulders to hold him steady.

“I-…sorry.” He swallowed, his hand lightly pushed mine off him before shooting to his hair, the blond strands being tangled within his fingers. I was worried he was gonna pull his hair out the more he pulled; I could almost feel the harsh tugs on his head on my own.

“Hey, no need to be sorry, tell me what’s going on.” I assured, and I felt my eyes following his body as he walked further into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he roughly rubbed at his eyes, making the areas red quite quickly.

He then covered both his eyes with his palms, fingers touching both of his ears. “I-I broke up with her.”

This is information we both already knew, but seeing him with this much emotion flowing within him it wasn’t something I didn’t expect. I often believe that this was a stage of healing, of communication about one’s feelings before they discuss what the next step will be. And that part right there, the statement that JJ made, was a topic sentence to ease into the deeper meaning on why he broke up with her, not just the statement of action.

“I was so stupid, B.” He grumbled out, each breath he took seeming to increase pressure on his face with his hands.

I didn’t say anything, I chose not to, for I was worried I would interfere too much with the non-stop emotions flowing through him. So I stayed put, my feet gluing themselves to the ground on their own. I could have stepped forward, touched his shoulder affectionately and attempted to provide some comfort, but that would make him uncomfortable, and that was one of the last things I wanted. So I continued to stay put.

“Breakin’ up with her like that,” he continued to ramble, eyes still covered with his hands as he shook his head, disappointed with himself. “She must be broken, man.”

This time I wanted to respond, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, Pope was talking to her; he said she was crying.”

JJ shook his head harder. “Don’t.”

“Sorry, but it’s true.” I pried, my feet deciding to unstick and step forward, getting only a little bit closer to him. He needed to know the truth; what he did to her.

“I’m so upset with myself.” He said suddenly, clearly wanting to change the subject, and once again the statement is true. Gonna be honest, he was stupid, and he does look upset, so both statements just add to the pile of negative thoughts that are running through his head.

“Why’d you do it, man? Because I know it wasn’t because you stopped lovin’ her.”

“Not like I ever could.” He grumbled once again, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He finally took them out of his hair, I noticed almost right away, his strands left pointing to and fro in the air.

“Stop avoiding the question.” I stated. I had enough. I know I reacted confused and determined before, but now I’m feeling impatience forming within my chest, replacing the previous emotions. I want him to answer me, and I want him to answer me right now.

He sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“Yet stupid things have good outcomes?” I quoted the motto he claims all the time, raising an eyebrow, testing him.

He huffed, right hand coming to his hair strands again. “My dad.”

The words were breathed out roughly, and I was lucky I heard them because I don’t think he would want to repeat it if I asked him to.

“Look, I get it man, but you can’t break her as a way of protection.” I informed, knowing how wide of possible reactions he might have, but I say it anyway. Because not only did it need to be said, but also he isn’t protecting her in the right way.

“I know, but it was the only way I could think of, how else am I supposed to protect her? Let him beat her up like he does to me?”

I couldn’t help but step back at his outburst. My mind was so blank it couldn’t even picture it, the man who called himself JJ’s dad laying any sort of hand on her.

The thought couldn’t help itself but slip into my brain, picturing his hands on her, pure fear in her eyes as she cried for help, begging for her lover that left her broken inside.

“Don’t talk like that.” I ordered at him, forcing myself to erase the image from my mind.

“Well if I haven’t broken up with her, that imagine would’ve become reality. So I left her.”

The fact that he shrugged afterwards, like the answer was that simple; almost like it was normal for him to do that.

“What about the whole time you were together? You weren’t worried about your dad then.”

“Well he wasn’t exactly mindful of her was he? He knows, John B,” JJ almost snapped right back at me.

“Does it even matter at this point, does it, J? I know you’ll do anything to protect her.”

“Yeah, I do!” He blurted. “And that thing I did was leave her. She deserves someone better, someone whose father doesn’t beat them up. Someone who can love her and not worry about his father hurting her.”

I couldn’t help it, I pulled him in towards me and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” I whispered.

“Y-you were right, I’m not okay. I-“ he paused, a shaky breath aruptintg in his chest. “I miss her,” he breathed out in a soft whimper.

It was a soft moment, a side I didn’t really see of JJ except when we were kids and he scrapped his knee.

He learned to dig it deep down within himself as he got older, but I always knew that certain things made him crack, and she was one of those things. One of those beautiful, precious things that didn’t deserve to be hurt in any way.

“It’s okay,” I whispered again, not quite knowing what to say. I didn’t want to say something and spark any anger in him, so I continued to soothe the best way I could.

It seems to work, JJ’s breathing calmed down as his fingers practically dug crescent moons into my arms.

“…JJ?”

The body I was holding tensed up, stiffened into a board even.

He pulled away, eyes wide with pure terror, and confusion took over me, looking around, but seeing no one. No one at all.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” I asked, his hands sweaty on my arms before he pulled them away, his breathing picking up a bit.

He swallowed thickly, and I could almost feel how dry his throat was.

“N-nothing, I thought I heard someon-something.”

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honeychamomile1 · 8 months ago

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Teaser for Future Stories!!

This is a coupe of future stories I’m doing- the top two are one’s I haven’t started yet and “Not So Pretty” is on the way of being done!

Let me know if the ones I haven’t started yet isn’t of interest!

And thank you for the patience/support with the “Pretty” series! It’s very appreciative.

Click on my blog for master list!

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honeychamomile1 · 8 months ago

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hii, hru?? hope ur doing good:)))

anyways, i saw ur post and pls,, cuddles with jj?

Here it is! I hope you enjoy it!!! :)

Sorry for the late reply, I am busy but I hope you still enjoy it!

Endless Cuddles

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honeychamomile1 · 8 months ago

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Endless Cuddles

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Reader cuddles with JJ…..that’s it.

Warnings: Fluff because I’m obsessed with it. :)

Note: @yonlyssguts Thank you so much for requesting! And I’m doing great, I hope you are too, and you enjoy the story I wrote you!

“JJ.”

“Mm?”

A soft laugh was heard, still drowned with sleep, a small raspy hint to it, but he found it all too perfect. “Open your eyes.”

The words were giggled out, and she most definitely see the teasing smirk upon his lips that he thought wasn’t visible.

“And what if I don’t?” He tested, voice muffled by the pillow that was practically stuffed in his face.

“Then no morning cuddles, or kisses,” the girl decided.

A loud squeal was heard as he flipped her over, now looking down at her sparkling tired eyes, still kind of faded from sleep.

“Well I can’t loose those things, can I?” He teased, stroking her hair out of her forehead’s way.

She giggled as his soft lips landed gently on her face, placing kiss after a kiss as he adored her. His mouth then placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before hovering over her own lips, a small smile showing on his face.

Her hands went to his neck, fiddling with the silver necklace he had on. “Why hello.” She giggled out. He smiled wider, leaning so their lips were touching but since they were smiling, the kiss wasn’t quite a kiss.

She finally pressed their mouths together, a soft hum leaving his as he kissed her back.

His lips tasted like salt water yet something sweet she couldn’t place, but she would be lying if she said she cared to figure it out.

“I love you,” JJ murmured against her lips, grabbing her hand to place it over his heart. His skin was smooth, soft and warm and oh so welcoming. It was pounding beneath her fingertips, showing her he meant the words with his whole chest.

Her own heart fluttered, utter happiness flooding her senses.

He loved her.

And she couldn’t be happier.

“And I love you,” she whispered back. The smile that stretched his lips was so wide it made her smile, hiding her face into his neck and pressing small kisses there. The skin was so soft and warm it felt like home.

“Hey,” he playfully scolded, pulling her face out of his neck. “Don’t do that; I want to see your pretty face.”

A laugh bubbled in her throat, covering her face so he still couldn’t see her, feeling his fingers fighting hers.

“No, no young lady. Show me your face; your pretty eyes. Come on,” he tutted, still trying to pry her fingers off her face.

She laughed once more, the noise muffed by her hands.

She finally let him release her hands, smiling wide at the sight of her face.

“There she is,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

She blushed, hiding her face again but this time in his neck. She started lightly kissing it, small and gentle lips on his skin.

“Hey that tickles,” he laughed, and it was her favorite noise ever.

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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She Lives In Daydreams

JJ Maybank x girly!fem!reader

Summary: He met her, and she’s oh too sweet for him not to like her.

Warnings: Buying/consuming alcoholic beverages underage, calling someone a jerk? Don’t know if that’s considered a warning but whatever.

Note: For the lovely @tess-08! I really hope this is what you were looking for, and I hope you enjoy! Happy reading and thanks so much for requesting!

Also the title may or not be a Harry Styles lyric

If he turned the bottle just right, the alcohol being beheld inside shined in the sun, making the beer look more like an innocent sweet tea, despite the damage the actual beverage could do to you if mishandled.

JJ, of course, wouldn’t ever do that in his nature, for he just liked the beverage’s taste upon his tongue, how it burned down his throat, sizzling in his stomach as it dumbed his senses temporarily.

But he eventually reached the bottom of the bottle and was left staring down at it, the sight of his dirty surf board blurred in his sight since he was focusing on only one thing.

He grumbled to himself, getting up off the stool he was sitting on and stumbled to the fridge in his friend’s house, grabbing another bottle.

He popped it open, the liquid inside awaiting his lips until he heard bounding on the door, and whoever was on the other side was clearly eager to enter.

“JJ!”

The voice of John B rang through the house, and the boy who was called went to the door, his opened beer on the counter long forgotten.

“John B Routledge!” He sang, opening the door for the boy and letting him in.

John B chuckled, making his way into his own house and blooping on the couch, the piece of furniture creaking in protest.

“Hey, is it okay if Sarah brings her friend when we go out on the boat today? She really insisted, but I wanted to make sure-”

“Yeah, whatever.” JJ said, shrugging his shoulders before his eyes widened, forgetting he had a beer calling his name on the counter. He grabbed it quickly before going back to his friend so they could continue their conversation.

John B acted like JJ didn’t even leave, his eyes opening wide in surprise. “You don’t care? She’s a Kook by the way.” He pointed out, raising a singular eyebrow as if he was waiting for JJ’s reaction.

“Okay? And?” Maybank replied, taking a sip of his beer as if his lips were dying for the sting. “If we trust Sarah we can trust her; they’re friends after all, you said right?”

John B nodded, still looking off guard on how his friend quickly adapted to adding another Kook to their hang out.

“Okay, fine with me I guess. I’ll text Sarah and let her know and we can meet at the dock. Get the beers?”

Maybank agreed reluctantly since he in deed wanted the beverage to with them on the boat, catching the keys John B threw at him and headed outside to the Twinkie.

The windows were opened, wind blowing through his hair as he drove along the road on the way to a gas station nearby.

A bell above the door rang as he entered, boots shuffling across the floor as he entered the beer isle, blue eyes scanning the shelves as he looked for his favorite.

He spotted it, mind not only a little hazy from the one beer he drunk, but also that he was eager to get on the water so that caused him to not pay much attention as he darted for it.

He wished he was paying attention because that was when he bumped into a smaller body, a tiny squeal coming out of the person’s lips.

JJ stumbled, arm going out to study himself on the market shelf, a grunt coming out of mouth when his foot hit the bottom of it.

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” A smooth honey-like voice flowed through his ears, an anxious hint on the edge of her tone.

When JJ was finally able to steady himself-he felt a gentle hand brushing his shirt’s material on the back of his shoulder as a guide- he turned to meet the person he stumbled into.

Though he didn’t to see her clearly right away, he observed it was a girl, yet the first thing he actually got to notice was how enchanting her eyes seemed to be. She made eye contact with him right away, black lashes coated with mascara fluttering when she blinked. She had sparkling eyeshadow covering her eyelids, adding an imaginary twinkle in her eyes that he couldn’t tell if he was being tricked into seeing it, or if it was real.

Her lips were wetted with lip gloss and they were stretched into an apocalyptic smile. She seemed to be wincing, still thinking about their accidental encounter, but his mind was foggy with the thoughts on how pretty she was.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, moving her hair out of her face briefly. “I didn’t see you.”

He nodded. He stupidly nodded. But she just chuckled at the awkward one-sided conversation they were having.

“Are you okay?” She asked instead. JJ thought of nodding again, but he thought it was stupid to do so, so he spoke.

“Of course, peaches.”

A moment of silence. JJ squeezed his eyes shut, hands going to his hair to adjust the strands that had to be messy today. They just had to in the day he would once in a lifetime meet a beautiful girl.

He didn’t see her red cheeks that were redder than the blush she had on and the natural flush she possessed. He didn’t see her swallow nervously and adjust her hair once again.

She cleared her throat to break the silence. “Well I’m glad you’re okay; it sounded like it hurt.”

She added a nervous chuckle to the end, trying to break the ice and she seemed like she was relieved when he opened his eyes and joined in on the laughter.

“Yeah it did, but it’s okay. Just trying to get beer.”

She smiled at him, white teeth and glossy lips. Her eyes seemed to glow when he mentioned the beverage. “Me too! I offered to get some for me and my friends so we can drink it when we hang out later.”

JJ couldn’t help but scan her with his eyes. She was wearing converse that looked like she just got them, ripped denim shorts, and a t-shirt that said ‘here comes the sun’. Her hair was in soft curls that weren’t too harsh nor tight, and it highlighted her cheek bones perfectly. He was enchanted by her.

“You don’t look much like a drinker.” He couldn’t help but note, and was surprised when she started laughing, glossed lips parted in the sound of happiness.

She waved him off with her hand, and that was when he noticed her neatly pained nails, a dark red coating them wonderfully. “No no, I don’t drink, but the friends I’m gonna meet do so I’m getting some for them.”

He nodded, grabbing the beer package of the shelf he was gonna get, and he was surprised that he remembered to get it in the first place, eyes still glancing at the gloss that coated her lips.

“Oh, I was gonna get that one too!” She said almost too cheerfully. She seemed very pleased that they were getting the same beer. JJ couldn’t help but think it was something so little to be happy about, showing him she was happy with the little things.

She grabbed it with her painted nails, grabbing the cardboard handle and grunting ever so softly as she lifted it off the shelf.

“I’ll see you around?”

JJ was lost in his head that he didn’t notice she was already leaving, eyes practically sparkling as she looked at him over her shoulder, as she was ready to check out.

“Mm?” He said half-heartedly as he glanced at the girl he hoped to see every day for the rest of his life. “Yeah, see you.”

At his tight lipped smile she smiled back, white teeth flashing before she turned around, walking towards the register in her spotless converse.

JJ ignored the pounding of his heart as he headed to another register, the pounding getting louder when they made brief eye contact and she smiled wider than before, his cheeks becoming redder than usual.

The boat tipped as Sarah stepped in, her fingers laced tightly in John B’s as he helped her in. She let out a soft squeal, excitement running along her features as she waited for what was coming.

JJ didn’t think much of it at first, briefly acknowledging his friend before turning his attention back towards the water, watching as it flowed to and fro from someone getting on it.

It was until another person entered the boat, and he was confused at first since everyone was already on board, but it clicked when he remembered Sarah was bringing her friend.

So the confusion left his brain, and he didn’t like meeting her that instant so he kept his eyes on the waves.

“Oh, I didn’t know the friends I was talking about were the same people!”

The voice was oh so familiar, oh so smooth and honey-like through his ears that he had to look up, making eye contact once again with those sparkling eyes.

She had the same outfit on, of course, but he spotted soft pink bikini straps on her tanned shoulders. Her smile was as bright as ever, a bottle of sunscreen on her hand and a bag hung on her shoulder. She opened it as she waited for him to respond, choosing to sit next to him.

He smiled, a little wider than planned, yet he didn’t do anything to falter it, eyes once again focused on her sparkling eyes and glossed lips.

“Yeah, but at least we have extra beer.”

She laughed, glancing at him briefly before going back to the sunscreen, squirting a little on her fingers and spreading it on her arms, the white cream slowly blending in with her skin, leaving a soft glow in its path.

“Yeah I guess we do; and I told you I’d see you around!” She said cheerfully, and he chuckled.

Sarah then squealed, walking over to the girl. “Oh I love your nails! Where’d you get them done?”

The girl beside him eagerly answered, leaning over to show her friend, her hands spread out so they could both see the coated nails. “Well actually I painted them myself! The market downtown has the cutest colors and I had to get at least two. I got this one and another one, I can’t remember what it was but I know it was cute.”

Sarah laughed at the last part, nose scrunched and eyes wide with happiness.

JJ of course only made that brief observation, since he was too busy watching the girl he oh so admired laughing too, her eyes practically covered with glee.

He of course couldn’t see why they were getting so hyped up about nail polish, but it seemed to make her lips stretch and it was something he wanted to see for days on end, so in reality he didn’t really care.

He didn’t care what he had to do, as long as it would be for seeing those lips open wide in a grin, eyes sparking as she looked at him. He would do anything to make her smile, to put it simply. Absolutely anything.

“JJ surfs, right Maybank?”

He turned his head quickly form the girl to Sarah, and he found both of them looking at him. “What?”

Sarah chuckled. “I said you surf, right?”

JJ must of been looking at the girl with painted nails longer than he thought, so long the topic of conversation changed. He ended up nodding in response. “Y-yeah, I surf sometimes.”

Okay, ‘sometimes’ would be an understatement, but he didn’t want to let the girl know that his whole personality was made up of being the clumsiest person to exist and having surfing on his mind twenty four seven.

But she just laughed, and the noise brought him out of the thoughts that we’d running in his mind. His heart squeezed, heart seeming to pump louder the normal in his ears and he questioned if she could hear it.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it, I think it’s cool!” She assured, her hand coming and touching his arm comfortingly. His cheeks burned but he managed to not show it.

“Thanks.” He managed to say, smiling at her and it felt awkward until Kie suggested to swim.

Everyone raced for the water, the girls taking off their shirts and bottoms to show their bikini as they jumped in the waves. JJ couldn’t resist the cool water either, taking his shirt off and throwing it in his once was sitting place.

The girl that was once beside him stayed put, smearing sunscreen on her legs that seemed to be getting browner by the day from the sun.

He chuckled, picking up his shirt again and this time chucking it at her, her lips spilling out a surprised squeal.

“What? Scared of water of somethin’, sweet cheeks?”

Her cheeks may have been already red from the sun, but it was at that moment JJ noticed the flushed color of her skin. She shook her head, a soft smile on her lips. “No, I just don’t feel like swimming.”

JJ shrugged, a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth and luckily she didn’t notice, her eyes once again on the cream in her hands.

“Suit yourself.” He said, pretending he was okay with her not joining them. He didn’t want to admit it but he felt like he wouldn’t have proper fun without her in the water, so he decided to change that.

His arms went around her waist suddenly, a surprise gasp escaping her still glossy lips as he picked her up effortlessly, carrying her to the edge of the boat.

Another gasp pushed itself out of her, polished hands coming to his shoulders as a way to stop him. “JJ! Stop, I said I didn’t want to swim!”

He chuckled in response, pretending to drop her with a fake ‘oops’ sound as she squealed in fear that he could tell wasn’t fully real.

“I said stop, I’m not kidding!” She said throughout the never ending giggles, his fingertips now digging into her sides.

He held her lower, the tickling long forgotten as he urged to give into the want to drop her in the water.

“Want me to put you down?” He teased, and laughed at her eager immediate nod in response. “You said so.”

With that, he went backward toward her seat, pretending he was gonna sit her down, safeness about to settle into her chest once again before it was quickly replaced by surprise and fear, a loud scream escaping her lips as he turned around, feet racing right off the boat, their bodies soon being enrolled in water, a loud large splash covering everyone.

They emerged from the water’s surface, her hands immediately going to her hair to move it from her face. Her wet lashes still beheld water droplets, and every time blinked one would cascade down her cheek. She had an annoyed angry curl to her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes a her hands went to him, grabbing his head and forcing it under water once again.

He fought back quickly, a splash fight forming between the two.

“JJ! I said to put me down! Now I’m all wet!” She scolded once the splashes settled down, her hands squeezing the water in her hair out.

He chuckled and shoved her shoulder. “That’s the whole point of being in water.”

She pursed her wet lips at the remark. “And I didn’t want to get wet, and you ruined that, jerk.”

He fake gasped, placing a hand on his chest, now noticing hers was now see-through, her bathing shirt beneath the shirt was now oh so visible. He tried not to stare, but he failed.

She crossed her arms over her chest after she snapped her fingers to break him out of his trance. “Eyes up here, Maybank.”

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Is It Pretty?

JJ Maybank x ex!fem!reader

Summary: Reader is experiencing a break up with JJ, but things stir when Pope gets involved.

Warnings: Crying, break up, mention of calling a girl hot (don’t know if that’s considered a warning but okay), JJ drinks beer, mention of glass shattering but it doesn’t actually happen, slight anger issues? I don’t know anything else, but let me know if anyone sees anything worth warning about! (Please be nice about it though)

Note: This is part to of “Ain’t Pretty” but definitely can be read separate, but there is a small mention in here about part one that might be confusing but it’s not that bad at all.

Let me know if y’all want more

“Did you talk to him?”

The question hung in the air, and the girl didn’t respond, picking at the pillow’s strings she had on her lap. She was at John B’s house, the sun’s rays shining brightly through the window, making her have to move her head so she wasn’t blinded.

“Mhm?” She said just then, meeting Pope’s eyes. His brown eyes shined with concern for her, pursing his lips when she acted like she didn’t hear him. “I said, did you talk to him?”

The same question floated around her, daring her to answer. She shook her head. “No.”

Pope sighed, changing positions on the couch he was sitting on. She chose the arm chair, almost coincidentally farthest away from him.

She didn’t want his pity. His touches of attempted comfort. She didn’t want any of it, and sitting far away from him during the conversation was the only way to avoid those things.

It seemed like he respected her decision, not applying much objections of her actions, but that didn’t prevent from him asking many questions on what happened.

“Why not?” He asked just then.

She sighed. “I don’t know.”

Pope once again sighed, huffing air out of his nose, displaying his annoyance.

She uncrossed her arms, throwing them in the air, feeling a burst of irritation towards his irritation.

“Look, Pope, I don’t know what you want me to do, okay? If someone broke up with you, you’d not want to talk to them either.”

Her friend then put his hands up in defense. “Alright, you’re right. But all I’m saying is that you should talk to him.”

She swallowed, now looking back down at the reminder that she should communicate with her past lover.

“Why would I do that? I bet he doesn’t want to.”

Pope put his legs up on the couch, crossing his ankles. “Trust me, I bet he does.”

This time she looked at him, an unsure expression laid out on her features. “Have you talked to him and he said that?”

Pope pursed his lips at her catching him, looking down at his lap. “Well, no, but-”

“Then I’m not talking to him. That’s that.” She exasperated, moving the pillow off her lap and standing up, making her way to the door. Pope rolled off the couch, standing up quickly and trying to catch up with her.

“Wait, just because I didn’t talk to him doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“Why would he want to?!” She suddenly shouted, suddenly turning around and taking him by surprise. Pope flinched at her tone, but she was too busy throwing her hands in a way to get her point across to notice.

“Why would I want to, Pope?” She asked, her voice cracking slightly as it decreased in volume all of a sudden.

Pope looked at her. He wasn’t planning on answering the question, he just looked at her, her eyes glossed over in tears that he knew she didn’t want to be there.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” She whispered, eyes fluttering and that’s all it took for the water works to travel down her cheeks.

“Woah, come here.” He urged, arm already reaching for her. She pushed him away, her hand swatting his attempt of comfort aside.

“No, I don’t want your pity.” She spat, trying to look like she could handle herself, like she could comfort herself, but Pope could tell that the tears in her eyes that were forming and continuously flowing were practically begging for help from the burning sensation in her chest, desperately wanting her lover back.

“Hey,” he said comfortingly, swinging his arm over her shoulder and bringing her close to his chest, tears instantly wetting his shirt.

“I miss him, Pope.” She cried, voice muffled in his clothing. “I can’t live like this.”

He hushed her, rubbing her shoulders affectionately. “Shh, it’s okay.”

His chest hurt for his friend, knowing she was hurting and knowing who would only be able to fix it all.

“I’ll talk to him, I promise.” He spoke, now rubbing the ends of her hair.

She nodded, wiping her nose with her finger.

“Want me to make you tea?” He offered, pulling away. His finger fixed the sleeve of her t-shirt, the fabric wrinkled from their previous affections.

She smiled softly. “That sounds nice.”

Sarah

“How is she?” I asked, feeling a grimace on my face. Pope sighed, showing me that she wasn’t doing so good.

“She was crying,” he explained, looking lost in thought and concerned. “and saying she missed him; I think we all do.”

I know what he meant by that, the fact that we miss JJ, because it’s true. We missed the way they were together, the smiles that shined brighter than any of us could make. No one could make her smile the way JJ did.

I nodded, feeling my own empathy forming in my chest. “I don’t even know what ruined it all.”

Pope sat down on the couch after closing the door behind him, adjusting the cap on his head. He shrugged with one shoulder. “I don’t know either- could’ve been him in the wrong state of mind.”

I made a face that displayed an expression that what he said could be a possible solution, but I couldn’t help but think someone else might’ve produced a misunderstanding between the two. “Maybe a miscommunication issue.” I suggested.

Pope sat up straighter, rubbing his hands together, arms resting on his thighs. “Maybe, I don’t know. But I told her that I was gonna talk to him.”

I raised my eyebrow. “About what? Pope, the last thing we want is to interfere.”

He dismissed my point. “I’m not invading on their personal things, I just told her I would talk to him, maybe suggest for him to talk to her.”

I gave him a look. “Pope…”

“I made my decision. I’m talking to him tomorrow when he comes over. I asked him to hang out with John B and I.”

“With John B there? Isn’t that a lot of pressure?” I asked, a deep furrow in my brows.

He shook his head, an expression on his face that told me that the answer was obviously no. “‘Course not; when I’m alone with him or something. Before John B arrives.”

I nodded, more satisfied with the plan than before, but still hesitant. “Be careful though, the last thing I want is an even bigger problem to form.”

“It’s gonna be fine, promise.” He assured, a smile to go with it.

I smiled back besides the amount of effort it took, the girl who’s like a sister to me lingering in my mind, the image of tears rolling down her face making my chest burn.

Pope

“Hey man, thanks for coming over.” I smiled, patting JJ’s back as he walked in, closing the door after him.

Maybank smiled lightly, making his way over to the fridge for some beer. He popped the cap open, pressing the chilled glass rim to his lips.

I pursed my own, anxiety stirring in my stomach. I obviously didn’t want to start the topic right away, but I didn’t come up with a way to ease into it.

“Where’s John B?” He questioned, a furrow in his brow.

“He said he was running late, got caught up with Sarah.”

He nodded, taking another swig of beer. “Well, tell me when he gets here.” He requested, walking over to the couch and plopping down on his stomach after setting his beer on the side table.

I felt a confused expression come over my features. “Why?”

He smirked, looking over at me from a side angle the best he could. A whistle then escaped his lips. “Dude, I saw a steaming hot girl on my way here, have to tell someone, right?”

My mind fogged up right then, his chuckle drowned out of my ears. The flash of her wet face and swollen eyes went through my mind, and my chest grew with irritation.

“What?” I found myself saying, the anger only growing from there. JJ chuckled again, looking over at me as he sat up.

“I said I saw a hot girl- you should’ve seen her.” He said, whistling again.

I felt the tips of my ears get hot, my nose twitching.

“JJ, you do know that you broke up with her not that long ago, right?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady but there was irritation mixed in my tone.

He nodded, easily shrugging it off though. “Yeah? So? I’m a free man, now Pope.”

“Yeah, and I was just with her, and she was crying.” I instantly say back, my hand laying down in the air after each word to get them through his stupid brain.

His eyes flashed with something, I couldn’t tell what, but it looked like concern and worry.

I knew he still cared. And I wasn’t gonna sit around and deal with him pretending he doesn’t.

It lasted for just a second before they hardened again.

“I know you still love her.” I blurted out, looking right at his face and watched as he tried to avoid my gaze. “Don’t even try to hide it.”

This wasn’t part of the plan I discussed with Sarah. She is gonna be disappointed that I may of caused something, but on the other hand I didn’t know how dumb he would be acting towards the whole thing. You can’t pretend you lost feelings for someone, just like that. So I wasn’t gonna play along with his act. Not at all.

Because I was done with the tears and the red eyes, the whimpers and the stories she’d tell me on what she did that night she went out. The call she tried to make, only for him to hang up on her like she was nothing. I wasn’t gonna deal with it, her pain, any longer because I knew she deserved better, she deserved happiness with him and I was gonna do something about it to make it happen instead of waiting around to see if it will on it’s own.

JJ then scoffed, the noise shaky, turning his head to avoid looking at me. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” I said. “And I’m not the only one who knows it too, we all do.”

“And who’s ‘we’ exactly?” He wondered seriously, a snapping vibration in his tone.

“All of us! John B, Sarah, Kie, me, everyone. Yet she doesn’t know it, because you made her believe you didn’t love her.”

“Because it’s true,” he said. “I don’t.”

“Liar.” I said instantly, pointing a finger at him like I was accusing him of doing something. And he kind of did do something. He was hiding his feelings towards the broken girl like he had to, like the concept of hurting her meant nothing.

“You don’t know that.” He then said again, and I then knew that it was confirmed he was pretending. He didn’t have any other exclamations, and his eyes kept avoiding mine.

He loves her.

So why did he break her?

The silence that filled the room was telling us both the unspoken truth. The truth about JJ’s feelings that never died, even though they seemed to. But it didn’t tell me why, and I was curious, but it felt like I’ve already dug deep enough into his chest I felt like I shouldn’t go further. So I didn’t. But what I did do was live with the truth yet have to not tell her, his flower, for that was his job.

So the tears and red eyes was something I have do deal with, even though I knew they wouldn’t be there in the first place if he had just talked to her.

Part Three!

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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GUYS I NEED JJ MAYBANK REQUESTS SEND THEM IN PLEASE 🙏

(Just no smut please, thank you 😁)

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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Guys….read this JJ story and tell me if it should be a series like I have a part two written already so….

Ain’t Pretty- Reader deals with a break up with JJ, and things don’t turn out well.

PLEASE READ IT I WANT THE EFFORT TO BE WORTH IT. 😭🫶🏻

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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Ain’t Pretty

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: It really isn’t pretty when a heart breaks.

Warnings: Drinking, mention of alcoholic beverages, crying, shame, heartbreak, angst, all that nice lovely stuff. :)

Note: This story is inspired by “It Ain’t Pretty” by Lady A.

BTW: There might be a part two, sooo.

She looked into the mirror, forcing herself to get ready for the night. Her makeup was done, face full of life and ready to go out. But if you looked hard into her eyes, the entrance to the soul, you would see the hurt and brokenness that was displayed within them. She may have looked good, but her heart was cracking and chest swelling.

Thankfully everything was covered up with the products, not wanting everyone to see how destroyed she was. The more she thought about the concept the more she fell deeper into the hole of darkness, never to see the light of day again.

She took a deep breath, suddenly feeling sick to the stomach as if she might throw up. She held in a gag, wanting nothing more than to rip all this makeup off and crawl in bed, which is where she hasn’t been leaving much in the past few days.

She grabbed her lipstick, deep red in color as she looked back in the mirror, titling her head up so she could see her mouth. She couldn’t lie, she thought it turned out a little too bright for her liking but she ignored it, not wanting to deal with how her makeup looked like.

She sucked in a breath, locking eyes with her reflection. What she saw looking back at her was a hopeless little girl who was broken, chest burning so much so she thought of dying.

She grabbed her keys on the way out, heels clicking on the floor and the sound took her back to so much memories that she had to stop walking and shut her eyes, trying to squeeze them out of her mind.

No, she thought. I have no time for him.

She breathed in again, lungs filling with air as her eyes got wet, yet if she blinked enough times they went away. At least, for now.

Her hands gripped the wheel of her car, engine thundering beneath her body. She then pulled it into drive, looking back into the dark night as she pulled out, her chest missing a big piece that was once there.

They let her in without a cover of charge, something she wasn’t surprised at but she made her way to to the back of the bar instead of the dance floor, sitting in a corner on a stool.

She didn’t understand how some people could be that happy, the feeling of pain and hurt too flooded into her chest she couldn’t find happiness anywhere.

She saw everyone laughing and smiling, mouths open wide as they had the night of their lives. Their faces radiated happiness, practically being contagious for everyone. Everyone except her.

She had ordered a drink, the glass having condensation on the outside from the ice melting. She didn’t bother drinking even a sip, each second staring into nothingness as her mind broke herself apart.

Drinking reminded her of him, since he always seemed to have a beer in his hand, or bought beer for the group when they hung out. She didn’t want to do something that reminded her of him, yet she didn’t want to walk into a bar and not get anything; that would make her look weird.

So instead she found herself picking at a napkin in front of her, peeling off the corners so all the napkin was gone except the remains beneath the glass.

It looked ridiculous, she looked ridiculous, fibers of a napkin everywhere in front of her. She piled them up in her hands, squeezing it together in her first until she couldn’t breath properly. Tears flooded her eyes, mind taking over with memories of him.

Him.

The boy who broke her heart, ripped it out of her chest, spit on it, threw it to the ground, stomped on it, and forced it back into her chest again, rearranging her rib cage in the process.

A nice boy came up to her then, smiling flirtatiously as he asked her to dance with him. She felt numb, letting him take her hand as he led her to the dance floor.

It felt wrong, and it most certainly didn’t feel right, but every second of his touch she wished it was JJ’s, his soft hands have used to brush her skin in the best way. The whole time he pulled her close, whispering things in her ear she wished it was JJ’s lips touching her ear. And worst of all, when the man’s venomous lips touched hers, hands on her face, she wished it was Maybank.

The feeling of missing him was far too much, so much so her chest was burning and she could barely breath. She pulled away abruptly, rudely wiping her mouth with her hand right in front of him. He scoffed, calling her not such nice things compared to his sweet nothings in her ear moments prior.

She ignored the calls and insults, pushing people around and hearing them grumbling to themselves as a form of protest, but she didn’t bother to turn and apologize.

She headed to the bathroom, standing in front of the sink pathetically as she tried to dry her upcoming tears. She looked at herself in the mirror, ignoring the woman beside her dumping a bottle of beer down the sink.

The liquid reeked, burning her noise as it ran down the drain. The woman didn’t notice her drying tears, rubbing her fingers along her cheeks delicately.

How’d she even get here?

How’d she go from a happy in love girl to a hopeless one who’s now crying in a bar bathroom?

Not to mention she just kissed someone she didn’t know the name of, his lips tasting like poison, heating her chest knowing that she shouldn’t be doing that. She let him pull her close, JJ and her’s favorite song playing in the background, the one they used to sing together in the Twinkie, the one that lyrics were tattooed on her heart.

She ripped her phone out, feeling the strong urge to talk to him, to make things amend, to have his touch upon her skin once again.

She wanted to remind him what he did, to remind him that he broke her heart with careless actions and dialogue.

Her fingers frantically typed on her passcode, thumbs pressing the numbers. It unlocked, opening to her home screen. She clicked on the phone app, fingers hovering over the keyboard of numbers, his number engraved in her mind. The whole number was eventually typed, finger floating above the green button, but it switched to the side button, making the phone turn off all together.

The tears were too much, her heart breaking as she raced out of the place, looking absolutely pathetic.

She stopped on the way out, taking off her heels one by one before holding them to her chest, crying her eyes out.

She missed him.

She missed JJ.

She wanted him.

And he didn’t want her.

The realization hurt as heck, the rain drops that were now falling soaking her dress that she decided to wear. It was JJ’s favorite on her, the one he used to twirl her in every time she wore it, the fabric that once spun around her legs now sticking to them from the rain.

No wonder he broke up with her, she couldn’t even handle a break up. She thought she was okay, she really did, so she went out only to walk home in the pouring rain.

She started walking home, bare feet on the wet pavement of the sidewalk.

She got to her house, stepping on the splintered wood and standing in front of the door.

She looked ridiculous.

Crying over a boy.

She knew better than that.

But she couldn’t help but want him back.

She got her phone out of her purse, the wet fabric cold against her hands.

This time she did dial the number, pressing the green button before she regretted it.

She held it up to her ear, each ring haunting her as she waited to hear his voice again.

A sob broke out of her body, shaking it and it wasn’t from the cold.

He’d declined, hung up on her like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him.

She flung her phone on the porch, another cry escaping her lips as she sank down on the floor, her back leaning against the house as cries shook her body.

“JJ…” she whimpered, hugging her arms close to her body, heart yearning for him, wanting him to save her from this heart wrenching feeling that’s taken over her.

She didn’t care that she might wake up sick, or that she’s bone cold at the moment, the one person who she wanted most didn’t want her, and she was left in so many pieces that she couldn’t put together, since he had majority of them in the first place.

It really isn’t pretty when a heart breaks.

Part Two!

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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Boards And Strings

JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader takes peace with JJ while she tunes her strings and he cleans his board.

Warnings: Just fluff because I’m obsessed with it.

Note: This is my first story ever with JJ on this blog because I made a second one so this is blog is fresh as a daisy. Hope you like it though! (Also I didn’t watch the show so any mistakes I make I deeply apologize but I rarely mention plot points)

First blog: @marypaol (I write for Harry Potter!)

The instrument was in her hands, gentle and delicate for her mind as she twisted the tuners on the top, once in a while plucking the strings, the note ringing out into the air.

Her opinion of it would vary, for sometimes she took satisfaction to it or she would simply shake her head, tightening or loosening based on her desires. The string would be looser or tighter in accordance with her actions. The ukulele would listen to her every word, even the most delicate change would completely alter the perspective of the note in the air, picking it up in the wind and almost forcing everyone to hear what it had to say.

She always liked music, listening or making, it didn’t matter, for whichever one was the same to her. Music was music, and notes were notes.

The dirty blonde in front of the garage didn’t take a mind to the noise, for normally it annoy an every-day person, a note ringing out before a pause is heard, not long enough until another note sprang out. He always heard her playing, and it pretty much the opposite of annoyed him. It in fact made him calm, a sense in his chest growing every time he heard her fingers touch those strings. He loved it when she played, and simply hearing the process of the instrument sounding good was something he was more than content to watch unfold.

His hands though burned, scraping the wax off the surface with great effort. The huge board was propped up on two wooden chairs he found in the garage, him sitting in his own as he leaned over it, his back starting to form a tension that wasn’t very comfortable. The hat on his head was protecting his forehead form the morning sun, yet after a while he could feel the heat seeping into the fabric and onto his hair, and he just knew he might get sunburn on his head beneath his strands if he took it off, so he dealt with the rays.

“JJ?” He heard a gentle voice, and, looking up from crumbled up wax on his board, got to see a much better view. The girl sat on a chair, bare tanned legs curled up and leaning on the table in front of her. She wore light ripped jean shorts, a nice sun shirt covering her figure. On her toned arms she wore knitted bracelets, ones she’s made herself. She had her eyebrows knitted together, confusion pouring over her features. Her nose in fact displayed the so said confusion, twitching every couple seconds so much so that it made the Maybank boy stare for a couple seconds longer than he should have.

“Yes, Princess?” He said, using the nickname he always used around her. Her lips quirked at the corners, him loving the sight before she used her fingers to pluck a string.

“Does this sound off?” She asked, uncertainly curling around her features. He listened to her play it again. He shook his head eventually, knowing how her songs sounded and the note was right as ever, his ears knowing that sound better than any other.

“Not at all, sweetness. Sounds as perfect as always.” He assured, looking down at the wax again, picking up his tool and continuing to scrape at the substance.

He didn’t hear her get up, and it wasn’t until he felt the fabric on his head being lifted up, his locks that were held together now flowing freely once they’re wasn’t any blockage that he noticed she had came over to him. His blonde strands practically glowed in the sun’s rays, and he could already feel the heat burning his head. He looked up at the disturbance, but quickly decided it wasn’t a disturbance anymore, since it was her standing over him, her hand holding his hat and transferring it to her own locks, setting it in her head swiftly.

Her eyes locked with his over the cap, the fabric on it lightly tearing from its constant use.

“What do you think you’re doing?” JJ teased gently, lips quirking up lightly.

She grinned right back at him, adjusting the cap on her head, the strings from her bracelets wagging from the movement. “What does it look like? I’m stealing your hat.”

JJ clicked his tongue and shook his head softly, mouth still slightly open as he looked at her. He then put on a fake man voice, acting like he had higher authority than her. “Well, sorry, Ma’am, but stealing is illegal.”

She grinned at his joke, instantly deciding to play along. “Really? Well I apologize, sir.”

She fluttered her eyelashes teasingly, trying to win the so-called cop over. JJ smirked.

“Beauty isn’t gonna free you, honey.” He informed, and saw her bottom lip come out, pink mouth pouting.

“Does this mean I’m arrested?” She tested, eyebrow raising in question. JJ grinned, standing up, coming closer to her.

“It means that you are going to get punished.” He answered. Her pout deepened but he saw her eyes glistening with curiosity, wondering what his next move was.

“And what exactly is my punishment?” She said, eyes more leaving his.

JJ had a smirk on his face, coming closer to her than before. It clicks in her brain at that moment, widening her eyes. She backs away slightly. “J…”

He laughs, tackling her body and digging his fingers into her sides, a squeal coming out of her mouth. She giggles as he tickles her, both their bodies slamming into the grassy ground, him on top, limbs everywhere as her lungs burned form not being able to breath without laughing. The cap loosed on her hair, the front of it covering part of her forehead.

“JJ!” She managed to exclaim, hands on his wrists as an attempt to stop his fingers from tickling her skin. She was able to get her fingers close to his, trying to pry them off when she felt the waxy substance coating his skin.

“JJ, ew your hands are gross.” She laughed, now managing to take his hands off her, and he was smirking the whole time he was wiping his hands off on the grass.

He then leaned forward, making eye contact with her, hair sprawled out on the grass and skin tanned. He reached for for the hat on her head, and for a couple seconds she thought he was gonna take it back, but instead he fixed it, gently lifting her head with his hand on the back of her neck, making sure the cap can fit better.

She smiled at him, him at her as their noses touched, brushing skin against skin as she breathed in his scent.

“I don’t think the police should be handling me like this…” she murmured and wrapping her fingers around the collar of is worn out T-shirt, smiling wider as his mouth brushed hers, being able to feel the muscles in his lips.

“I don’t think so either.” JJ whispered, breath hitting her mouth before connecting their lips, intaking a soft breath.

Her hands went to his neck, keeping him close as their mouths moved together. He tasted like fruits and beer, along with something that wouldn’t be any one else except him. He thought she tasted like honey chamomile and something else sweet.

They slowly separated for air, breathing slightly hard against each other’s mouths. JJ breathed out, digging his face into her neck, pressing his lips to the skin there, making her light out a soft sighs at the action.

“JJ…” she whispered as a form of protest but didn’t make an effort to take his head away, instead holding it there with her hands, stroking the hair strands that seemed to be getting blonder by the day.

He hummed in response, waiting to see what she had to say. She didn’t answer right away, though, sighing more frequently as he continued to kiss wherever he could get to.

“W-we shouldn’t do this right here.” She managed out, his teeth brushing the skin before backing away, gorgeous eyes meeting hers.

“Why not, Princess?” He questioned, practically whining because he had to stop. She laughed a little before replying.

“Because someone could see us.”

JJ scoffed, pecking her lips a couple times before going back to her neck, hand going under her shirt to rub her stomach. She sighed into the feeling, almost overwhelmed by his scent and body heat.

“Let them watch, they deserve to know that you’re mine.”

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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“Rudy…”

Rudy Steiner x fem!young!reader

Summary: Precious moments with her dear friend and lover, Rudy.

Warnings: Use of German word “Saumensch” (bastard), bombing, babies crying, mention of dying, talk of future, I think that’s all let me know if you find any!!

Note: I just finished the book and I’m mad at the author because he made Rudy die so this is my coping mechanism. :)

I don’t own the character(s) of The Book Thief!

“Where ya going?”

The girl started, looking over at the blonde-haired boy in front of her. She was holding a bag with a blanket and another with a few pieces of bread.

Rudy was walking beside her, soccer ball under his right arm, scarf tied around his neck as he once in a while nestled his chin into the fabric.

“I’m running away.” She mumbled. Rudy laughed, thinking she was joking.

“Okay,” he played along. “Where to?”

She bit back a grin and put on a face to tell him she wasn’t kidding.

“I’m serious.” She consisted. Rudy shrugged, not even trying to bite back the grin on his purple lips that were discolored from the cold.

“Me too.” He replied, walking by her side the whole way to the river that was iced over, the chill taking home to it.

“Nice out, isn’t it?” Rudy tried to start conversation, squinting his eyes despite it not being so sunny out, but the light reflecting on the snowy surface made it quite blinding to the eye.

She shoved him teasingly, rolling her eyes. “It’s freezing, Rudy.”

He just smiled, looking from her to the snowy hills in the distance. He didn’t look away form the natured view until he heard a soft grunt beside him, and, turning towards his friend, saw her on her bottom with arms stretched to her feet, fiddling with the laces.

“Need help, Saumensch?” Rudy chuckled, kneeing down beside her. She shook her head, continuing to play with the laces of her shoes. She crossed them carefully between her fingers, tying the first knot using the ‘x’ method. She then created a left bunny ear, than picked up the right lace before finishing the knot and double tying it.

“Not bad; I’m still learning.” Rudy said, now lying on his butt too, showing her his foot with a shoe on it. The laces were messily tied together, forming a bunch of string that tried their best not to break loose.

She shrugged and grinned at him through the bright light of white around them before teasing him. “Mine are better looking.”

Rudy scoffed, looking back at her. “Think they’d last to your house?”

She smiled at the challenge. “Bet.” She said, standing up quickly at the same time as he.

“Race ya?” Rudy offered, and she smiled wider, nodding excitedly.

“What will you get out of it?” She asked, standing beside him as they declared that certain spot their starting line. The bags she carried were on her shoulders, but she knew she wouldn’t let them weight her down. She stuffed Rudy’s ball into the bag with the blanket, wanting both their arms to be free to swing as they pleased.

“How ‘bout a kiss?” Rudy asked smugly, grinning. The girl scoffed, looking straight ahead and calculating the way to her house.

“And if I win?” She asked this time, tilting her head at him. He thought for a moment.

“Then you don’t get a kiss.” He ended up replying, bending down in a position to start racing.

“Deal.” She said, bending down beside him. She turned her head to look at the boy before looking ahead, ready to win.

“3…2..-”

The sound of her feet smacking against the shoveled cement interred with Rudy’s countdown, replaced with his shouts of protest of her cheating.

“Wait up, Saumensch!” He yelled behind her, but his voice was faded by the noise if her breathless laughter, legs burning as her house came in sight.

She soon felt him next to her, cheeks flushed and shoulders brushing but not in the kind way; they pushed and shoved each other, trying to get in front.

A big snowy hill was next to her house, built up from the shoveled snow that once as on the streets. She stuck her leg out like a baseball player hitting a home run, him doing the same as they fell into a hump of limbs and snow, full of red cheeks and dried out hands that were slowly turning blue from the winter chill.

They laughed like the little children they were, pulling apart from each other before she lent him a hand once she got up.

“You won.” Rudy said, breathing hard through his discolored lips. She shook her head, just as breathless as him.

“No, it was a draw.” She insisted. Rudy then looked down at her clothes, spotting the snow covered fabric. He gaped softly.

“She’s gonna kill you!” He gasped. The girl grinned, looking down at her clothes as well, shrugging like it didn’t matter. “Who?”

The horrible sound of bombing roared through the air, babies crying around them as they all wanted for it to be over. The girl shivered next to her friend, flinching soft whenever a great vibration filled the room.

“Rudy…” she whispered, looking at his lemon hair in the dark, his usual bright and happy eyes full of fear and anticipation.

He turned to her hesitantly after scanning the room one last time just to make sure everyone was there, like somehow they would disappear if he looked away too quickly.

“What?” He whispered back, eyes searching hers. She reluctantly answered, worried how his reaction would be of her being so honest towards him, not like they haven’t been before.

“I’m scared, Rudy…” she admitted in a hushed voice, flinching again when a bomb shook the earth, heart limping.

She didn’t notice him being startled too. “Me too, me too.” She didn’t bother to tell him that he said it twice, it just made what he said more real. She was looking at him the next time a bomb vibrated the ground, and she then got to notice his head flinch, once was sparkling eyes getting dimmer by the second. She couldn’t help but want the glimmer back in his eyes, so she placed her fingers on the basement floor, right next to his and brushed them hesitantly. His eyes were fogged over with a sad grey color, making her heart stagger. He didn’t look at her, nor look away from whatever he was looking at, but his fingers gripped hers all the same.

The breeze was light, butterfly wings fluttering around them as they showed off their wings, going from flower to flower. The girl watched as one landed on a blossom, skinny black legs standing on the center, wings expanding every couple seconds.

“I miss my dad.” Rudy admitted, eyes squinting from the sun, his bright eyes being sensitive to the light. She couldn’t tell if it was more comfortable to do the same, since her eyes both stung and felt okay when she kept them normal.

“I’m sorry.” She said, looking over at him, and she meant it.

“I don’t even know if he’s alive, or okay…I want to grow up before I die.” He said, now looking at the sky, the clouds waving hi as they flowed past like everything was perfectly fine in Germany.

“And I want to grow up with you, Rudy.” She wished, smiling as he made eye contact with her, his own lips stretching into a soft grin that she dearly loved.

“That sounds nice: you, me, my soccer ball, seems like a nice family to me.” Rudy suggested, and she couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her mouth. She looked over at the boy, the boy that had hair the color of lemons, and so wished for grow up with him so he could run as freely as he wished, right across that finish line as she cheered from the sidelines, shouts of encouragement loudest against all the voices. At least, to him anyway.

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honeychamomile1 · 1 year ago

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Stories That Are Paradise On Earth

Hello, I’m Mary and I love writing! This is my second blog so my first one is @marypaol- check it out please! (This one, right here what you’re looking at, is new)

I made this blog to write random stories I wrote to keep myself occupied. :) feel free to comment, reblog, or like!

Starting Date: May 11th, 2024

I hope you enjoy them!

(Newest stories on bottom)

JJ Maybank

Boards And Strings- Reader takes peace with JJ while she tunes her strings and he cleans his board.

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She Lives In Daydreams- He met her, and she’s oh too sweet for him not to like her.

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Endless Cuddles- Cuddles with JJ

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Odd One Out- Reader feels invisible around the Pogues.

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Series:

Pretty Series- JJ unexpectedly breaks up with reader, and no one knows why. This leads to friends getting involved.

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-Edit whenever I make a new story to keep you guys updated! 🫶🏻

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Charlie

Charlie x fem!reader

Summary: Charlie wakes up, not remembering her or what happened in his past future? life. (Charlie’s POV)

Warnings: Screaming, loss of memory, I don’t know??

Note: Charlie is an imaginary person I made up (any referenced place, person, event, story, etc is unintentional)

Masterlist (nothing much but this one if you want check it out I’m not stopping you)

My other blog: @marypaol

Charlie’s mind is full of fog, the ability to comprehend is no longer an option, for he isn’t able to anymore.

He doesn’t remember what happened, nor who was involved. In fact, most importantly, or what stands out most to him, is that fact he doesn’t even know where he is.

I mean, realistically, he is sitting-laying- on the forest floor, a throbbing pain exploding from his side. But, generally, he doesn’t know which forest this is nor how he got the injury he has. Or is he imagining it all, the pain, the place he’s in, or the feelings he’s feeling? Is he just in bed safe and sound, just having a very interesting dream?

No, that couldn’t be true. I mean, that’s what I think, but God knows what Charlie thinks.

I would like to think he believes that even if it is a dream, there isn’t any way the pain he’s feeling isn’t real. It feels so…genuine.

Charlie would get up and look down to see if the injury is actually there, and it could be, but the thought of his dreaming eyes seeing it wouldn’t be proof that it’s real.

He wants to wake himself up, if it is a dream, that way he wouldn’t have to experience whatever pain this is. He likes to imagine himself waking up, opening his clear eyes so he can at least in his head prove to himself he’s dreaming.

But there isn’t just pain and confusion cloaking his mind at the moment in this potential dream. There’s a feeling that he’s experiencing, something deep inside him that he is unsure the name of. He feels like he failed at something, like he was sent on a quest but was unable to complete it. Or did he complete it, but just in the wrong way?

He couldn’t know, but his eyes scanned the sky nonetheless, confusion taking a seat beside him and making eye contact for a very long time.

His brain was so deep in thought- meaning he was really digging to find the source of the feeling. (Besides the never ending pain in his side, but that’s not the point of discussion right now.)

He fails to notice how sticky the air is around him, and how the moist ground is glueing itself to his clothes, his skin, his hair. The humidity floated in the wind, through his hair, but once more he didn’t realize. Not that it would make a difference if he did, but it’s a good way to express how distracted he was.

What he did notice was that the pain seemed to worsen, so deep inside that he felt like it was making its way through his blood, allowing itself to travel all over his body.

He winced, moving his leg comfortably. It was just then that he realized (about time, huh?) that this wasn’t in fact a dream, based on the touch he felt from the wet Earth when he moved his leg. His senses came back, the world around him closing in on him but in the most comforting way possible.

He groaned his way to a sitting up position, his legs stretched out before him. His pants were scoffed up, some holes patched but some looking fresh like he just made them not too long ago. But what was considered ‘not too long ago’? A year? A day? A month? A minute?

How long was he asleep? Or was he asleep at all, just looking at the sky for such a long time he didn’t realize he zoned out?

He pushed the incoming thoughts out of his mind, not wanting to go down a thinking hole again. He reluctantly looks down, shaking hands -which were also scratched up- pulling up his shirt to see the damage he just knew was there. He had to prove to himself-

And so there it was. And it looked just as bad as it felt. Blue and purple blurred his skin, forming a bruise he didn’t want to look at much longer or he would see colors from his stomach too.

So he looked away, now feeling the intense pain and nausea. A breeze took his mind off the potential feeling to vomit, the settling frozen in time earth moving all around him, green eyes matching the greens in the woods that was unknown to him.

Charlie does eventually get up, with great effort it seemed but in reality it didn’t take long looking at it from outside his perspective.

Blood instantly rushed to the places his body needed, the soft relief he felt was great. He doesn’t make an effort to move or speak, not only because no one is there, but he feels like if he does he will disturb the Earth. He feels like if he does, the wind or something will inferior, telling him that it should do the speaking instead. So he lets it, breezy air and moisture having a conversation Charlie can understand all too well.

The sudden interruption- that he didn’t make and that’s for a fact- made his tired pain-filled body to flinch softly, head whipping around to see the source. It was a sharp snap, like someone’s foot laid down on a twig or stick. He heard crashing, leaves smacking the Earth despite their protests. The once was settling world was no more, now full of fear and suspense towards what was coming.

He heard the source before he saw it, was piercing screams echoing through the trees, making them known. The sound waves had no pause whatsoever, just an infinite noise that didn’t stop. No breath taken in between, just haunting noise bursting throughout.

Charlie grew worried himself, but he knew his little baby fears were nothing compared to what the person was feeling. He also felt something else brew in his chest beside the feelings of worry, pain, and nausea. It was concern, deep empathy towards the stranger as they now darted last, the noises of terror and pure fear blasting fresh in his ears, making its way to his head so it could vibrate there for a while.

It was someone, that was for sure….and that’s about all the information Charlie could give. No details were provided when the person ran past, just a blur that was there then not.

Charlie suddenly felt his heart quicken, and he couldn’t help but think that shouldn’t be a good thing if he’s injured. In fact, come to think of it, he shouldn’t be feeling any of this. He should be in bed, safe and sound, now waking up with a gasp at the weird dream he just had.

But no, it is no dream, and if it was the loud scream, desperate for help and guidance, would definitely shake him awake.

The urge to go and provide that guidance was too great, despite the voice in the back of his head reminding himself he doesn’t know them. Or the fact he could possibly run into the cause for the screams.

He forced his leg out, a searing pain traveling from his side but he forcibly ignored it, making his way to the woods.

The screams were either really far away since the person was running very quickly, or they stopped. Charlie wanted to tell himself that they stopped because the stranger got away from the bad source, and not for another reason. He didn’t feel like seeing a dead person today.

He ended up walking for quite some time, each step of his right leg allowing the stinging in his waist to make itself known.

He kept going until he arrived at a small clearing, running water filling his ears. It was a short stop of pleasant, compared to the ear splitting screams that perviously filled his senses ears.

A dock was there, the wood possessing visible loose boards and growing moss. It looked abandoned, and he felt like he was the first pair of eyes to lay on it in hundred years. He was surprised to see that the sun was setting already; maybe he was zoned out for a longer time then he suspected.

His eyes traveled along the long dock, still peeling his eyes for any sign of a person who could possibly be the one who was ripping his ears out.

He didn’t know how he didn’t notice before, but there was a sense of someone watching him, eyes bearing into the side of his face so harshly he felt like he could cook something on it.

He turned his head quickly, meeting the eyes of someone behind the tree. A girl was there, body shaking as she tried to slow her breaths but very much failing to do so.

Only one of her eyes was visible, and it was looking at him with so much fear yet so much hate he didn’t know what to think. The gaze was sharp indeed, like a knife slicing his cheek so quick he couldn’t have time to dodge it.

He cautiously took a step closer, wanting to help her and assure she was gonna be fine.

“H-”

“Stop!” She shrieked. Charlie stopped dead. Her voice was cut raw, giving him the sign she was the one screaming. “D-” she swallowed. “Don’t come a-any closer.”

Charlie swallowed himself, now realizing how dry his throat was; he seemed to be realizing a lot of things lately.

“I heard….noise.” Charlie said stupidly. He was gonna mention the fact that he heard her screaming, but something held him back from saying it.

The girl was still shaking. “G-get away from me, Charlie.”

The boy took a step back, his mouth forced shut. The reason for her knowing his name was unknown to him, and that fact was confusing him even further. His eyebrows furrowed. He wanted to ask if she knew him, but the urge to ask something else was stronger.

“How do you know my name?” Charlie asked.

The girl was now looking confused like him but still held her composure. “Stop with your games.” She barked instead. She seemed to be slipping through his fingers, slowly itching away and he had no way to stop it.

“I’m not playing any games!” Charlie suddenly exclaimed. “I just woke up here and I have no idea who you are.”

Charlie breathed out, his chest resting after all that talking. He seemed to be always out of ever since he woke up, never seeming to have a chance to calm down. His heart thumped in his chest, trying hard to do its job.

He didn’t seem to pinpoint the girl’s reaction to his outburst, too busy focusing on how to keep his balance. He leaned sideways on his legs, arm reflexively pointing out to catch himself on a tree, eyes dropping once more.

“Charlie!”

Blackness overcame the boy, and all he could see was it spreading as he once more debated if he was in a dream.

A laugh rang in his ears, the majestic noise overshadowing him as he prevented himself from being blinded from the sun.

“Char-lie!” His name was said in each syllable, the girl’s hands coming to touch his arm before shaking it teasingly.

He hummed, smiling behind the book that was in his hands. He knew she couldn’t see him, and that was the whole reason he was smiling in the first place. He was teasing her, testing her, to see how far he could push her before her breaking point.

“Stop reading and pay attention to your girlfriend!” She exasperated, hand shaking him slightly harder than before, desperate for his attentional gaze.

His green eyes though stayed on the words, taking in the story. He heard her huff and her hands let go of his arm, most likely using them to now cross her arms like a little five year old being told no.

“Fine,” she said, sitting up, tall grass stuck to her shoes. “Two can play that game.”

And she stuck herself between his bent legs, reaching out and grabbing the book between his hands. She forced it towards her, now seeing his sparkling green eyes, a teasing fling dancing in them as he finally looked at her.

“You’re mean.” She said, hands closing the book and letting them sit on his knees. She subconsciously started rubbing the fabric on his pants.

He laughed, grabbing her hands off his knees and bringing them to his lips, softly kissing them at the same time.

“Only teasing, my love. You know my mind is always on you even if my eyes aren’t.” He assured. A blush brushed her cheeks gently, lips stretching into a smile.

“And mine, you.” She responded.

Charlie once again opened his eyes, his mind full of fog and unclarity. His senses came over him, his eyes scanning where he was. The feeling of deja vu washed over his brain, faking a smile as it tried to make the old new situation unrecognizable.

He groaned, sitting up once again only to feel the pain in his side once again.

“How are you feeling?”

The poor boy flinched, head snapping next to him only to see the same girl in his memory, face covered with slight fear and cation yet he also saw a hint of worry.

“Good.” He lied, swallowing thickly and hoping his word full of absence of the truth was believable.

She nodded hastily, picking at the loose fabric of her skirt. Her whole dress was covered in dirt and twigs, showing him the rough road she’s been on.

“What happened to you?” Charlie asked bravely, hands going between his legs as he picked the grass, the wet strands feeling cool on his fingertips.

Her eyes got moist. “You happened to me, Charlie.”

This made the boy stop picking at the stupid grass. His green eyes met her watery ones, eyebrows bending down to practically meet his nose.

“Not true;” he said almost curtly, feeling soft anger burning inside him. “I’ve been asleep this whole time. I woke up just before I heard you yelling bloody murder.”

Charlie knew he should’ve been nicer to the girl, especially since he didn’t know her, but in all honesty he felt like he did. He felt like he could be this serious and practical with her without complaint. It felt normal to talk this way. But in this situation, God only knew how normal they could get before they reached their breaking point.

The girl scoffed. “Really? ‘Bloody murder’ you say? Well for a second there I really did think you’d murder me, Charlie. Mind as well.”

Charlie took his turn to scoff. “Rubbish, honestly, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t remember?” She snapped.

“Don’t remember? More like I didn’t do it at all. I told you, I’ve been asleep!”

“Okay, you’ve been asleep! Then explain why I was being chased by my boyfriend through the woods, scaring me to death?!”

Charlie was taken back. He, as in himself, had been trying to hurt her? This lovely girl that deserved the world?

Charlie then sank his head into his hands, his blonde locks being tangled into his fingers. “I don’t know, anymore.” He whispered, sensing unwanted tears behind his eyelids. “I was asleep, and I woke up, with a huge bruise that I knew nothing about, then I heard yelling and I went to check it out. Then I met you and then passed out again. And now I’m here. I don’t know.”

The girl bit her lip. “Something’s going on, Charlie.”

The boy looked at her, her eyes still a little watery but they had some determination and fiery written right in them.

“Well if we’re gonna figure it out, I’m coming with you.”

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