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[lmaowhatt]

ok so go ahead and make me cry AGAIN???

[lmaowhatt]

LOVER BOY!JJ WITH A BABY

requested by: me! (lmao)

i just wanna see how i would interpret lover boy!jj with a baby! sorry😭

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of john b and sarah's baby, jj being cutesy

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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jj had finally acknowledged that john b and sarah’s kid was a real person about two months after she was born. even then, he wasn’t exactly sure how to exist in an environment he used to thrive in. back then, there was always a beer in hand or a blunt getting passed around—but now? after john b laid down the rule that none of that could happen within ten feet of their daughter, jj felt completely out of place.

jj was currently sitting with his legs stretched out on the pull-out couch, eyebrows furrowing when he glances at sarah, who was currently nursing baby josephine joy, a lightweight blacket draped over the baby and her shoulder as she watched whatever the rest of the pogues were debating about.

you tugged gently at his chin, "stop making that face at your goddaughter, j," you whispered, giving him a soft smile when he turned him head to glance at you. he narrowed his eyes at sarah one more time, eyes then trailing down to the tiny fist peeking out from under the blanket. "its hard not to," he muttered, leaning his head back on the back rest of the couch. he huffed out a small breath, lifting his head back up, "im not in my zone with... her like, right there."

giggling, you let your fingers trail down his arm, all the way to his hand until you two interlaced your fingers. "shes named after you, j. at least try to bond," you tilted your head up at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, "for me?" he sighed, like hed just been given the hardest task of his life. he turned to press a kiss to the top of your head, "fine, fine. for you, baby."

around ten minutes passed of john b and jj debating something that one would argue did not need to be debated and cleo laughing alongside them, eventually migrating to the backyard when sarah, who was now burping baby jj, shooed them away with a quiet glare only a new mom could gain. you smiled, watching jj soften slightly when a small burp echoed from the baby girls mouth.

you two watched sarah adjust baby jj in her arms so she could stand properly and make her way over to where you and jj were sitting. sarah took a seat on the armrest, "okay, hold your arms out," she directed, stifling a laugh when jj quite literally stuck his arms straight out.

she gently bounced the baby in her arms when she squirmed, rolling her eyes fondly and fixing her words, "okay—no. like youre holding a football, jj." he nodded, a small 'ah' leaving his lips as he adjusted his arms. he stiffened slightly when he felt the babys weight on his arms, not moving a muscle as sarah adjusted baby josies head into the crook of his arm. he leaned further into the couch, shoulders losing a bit of their previous tension.

sarah sat up straight again, rolling out her shoulders with a heavy sigh. "im gonna go... just fuckin' shower or something. you got her?" her question was directed more towards you but jj nodded absentmindedly, his attention fully drawn to the baby in his arms. you looked up at sarah with a small smirk playing on your lips, "we got her, sar." she nodded, dropping the burping cloth onto jjs lap and heading upstairs.

you turned back to jj, only to find him in his own world. he was staring down at baby josie, swaying her in his arms ever so slightly so she wouldnt squirm. you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "shes cute." you could hear the smile in his voice as he said that. "yeah, she is," you turned you head to catch how he looked at her. like she was a new addition into his world and somehow becoming one of the most important parts of it already.

it stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until josie started squirming, face scrunching and reddening slightly like she was about to cry. jj sat up straighter, eyes already staring a hole through the ceiling like he could summon sarah downstairs. "um," he muttered, wincing when a small cry echoed around the living room. "like what—um, what?" he turned to you, eyes already slightly frantic.

"hey, calm down," you smiled warmly, reaching a hand out to run down his back. "just, lift her so her head can rest on your shoulder. maybe she needs some more burping." he nodded along, doing what you said as you placed the burping cloth next to josies mouth. "see, youre a natural, baby," you teased as he began patting her back, ocassionally stopping to rub soothing circles on her back, then resuming his previous motions.

he sat back into the couch after a while, still patting josies back, willing her to burp. and when she finally did, she let out a physical sigh of relief, shifting the baby back to how he was holding her before. "okay, football... got it," he muttered to himself, fixing josies head into the crook of his arm while making sure her diapered butt was in the adjacent hand. he barely hummed when you told him youd be back, glancing up just in time to see you disapper up the stairs.

"hey, this baby things kinda easy, huh?" he whispered down at his goddaughter, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to the babys forehead. "well, guess for you it is. you dont do shit all day," he mumbled, "must be nice." he sighed, leaning back further into the couch, smiling when he caught the faint smile playing on her lips. "youre a cute kid. y'dont cry, love that for you." he trailed off, eyes darting around the room for a conversation starter.

he froze when she whimpered in his arms. he groaned lowly, "cmon kid, dont do that. we were just getting along," he mumbled when she continued, standing slowly and making sure she was secure in his arms as he made his way to the backyard where john b, pope, and cleo were. "jb? the hell do i do?" john bs head snapped up and he stood, slowly taking josie from jjs arms and holding her in his.

the two headed inside, john b shifting josie to one arm while moving to rummage around the kitchen to prepare a bottle. jj leaned against the counter, eyebrow raised at how easily john b handled the situation considering before josie, he was one of the biggest wildcards of the group. after preparing a bottle, he handed josie back to jj and making sure she was settled before testing the bottle on his wrist and handing it to him.

john b watched as jj slowly eased the bottle into baby jjs mouth, catching the small smile that appeared on his lips when she finally latched, tiny hands coming up to grip the bottle. "you like this kid, dont you?" jj looked up at john b, smile falling from his face, eyes darting away from him. he scoffed, " 'course not, just takin' care of the kid." john b nodded, a small "right, right," leaving his lips like he didnt believe him, because he didnt.

"just admit it, j!" john b called as he made his way back to the backyard. jj rolled his eyes, walking back over to the living room couch, sitting down slowly and letting his eyes drift back down to the baby in his arms. "i like you kid, you catch my drift. youre cool, i mean you got me as an uncle, bound to happen." he mumbled, easing the bottle back into her mouth when it fell out of her lips. he threw his head back on the couch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

he sat back up, ducking his head down again to press a kiss to her temple, smiling when she shifted closer into him. "you and me, kid? were gonna be really good friends. i can see it. i got superpowers 'n shit y'know? im actually superjj. like superman, but better. dont tell anyone, though." his head darted up at the sudden movement in his peripheral, catching you standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile playing on your face. his smile dropped.

"hey, get this kid away from me, my arms hurt."

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LOOK AT HIM HES SO BABYGIRL

HES SO CUTENESSSS🤍🤍🤍 i love himmmm!

[lmaowhatt]

DONT STRAY TOO FAR

requested by: anon

can i request loverboy! jj and how he is protective he is of reader during like morroco and barbados since they’re not used to their homebase

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: nothing??

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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jj is always the worrier. he's protective of those closest to him because they're all he has in a world that always seems to be against him. he would do anything and everything for those he loves, even if he doesn't get the affection back. that being said, he's always protective of the pogues, especially you.

in the obx, he’s not as protective, mainly because you’ve both grown up on the island. he doesn’t worry about your ability to get around or stay situationally aware of who to avoid, mostly because you keep a tight circle of those closest to you. the only times he does worry is when he's reminded about the type of people that live and work on the island—more importantly, how they work.

but, when the group is in a place they aren't familiar with, jj never settles. just the thought that something could happen to you at any time lingers in the back of his mind. and no matter how many times sarah assures the group that she knows her way around barbados, or the group swears the map will help them around morocco, jj never lets you out of his sight.

- in barbados, jj is on even higher alert than usual with kiara getting taken. he holds your hand almost any time he gets to, so much so that you're sure your hands will be stuck together permanently by the time you leave. still, you don't complain because if you weren't so surrounded by your friends, you'd act the same towards jj.

he will constantly mutter reassuring words into your ear when he thinks you're asleep. one night, you'll be cuddled up next to him, your head on his chest and eyes closed, listening to the steady beat of his heart along with the faint sound of the north atlantic waves crashing against the shore. just as you feel yourself drifting, you'll catch the soft murmur of his voice against your hair, "i got you, sweet girl. always have, always will."

he always had to hold some form of physical contact with you. he will hold your hand as you two walk the long roads of barbados, tuggin' you forward gently when he feels you slow down. if the group ever gets a chance to rest, which is rare, he'll let you curl up into his side. and sometimes, he'll move you to sit between his legs, pullin' you as close as humanly possible when necessary. he hugs you every once in a while to make sure you're real. to make sure you're still there.

- in morocco, however, things are a different story. he's more protective because not only is the group an entire ocean across from home base, but more so because of the fact that there are bigger things at stake. there's more to lose. and as if adding fuel to the fire, rafe, who he has yet to get used to being around, is there.

on the boat ride to morocco, he never once leaves your side, and you make it your mission to never leave his either. you notice very early on how he's using alcohol to drown out his thoughts, and you don't want him to fall further by any means. so, you're there. "no matter what," is what you tell him when he asks, "y'ain't gotta follow me around, baby. so why d'ya do it?" he smiles, very faintly, but it's there.

in morocco, he stays by your side constantly. the physical touch thing continues, mainly because he needs to convince himself—truly believe—that you're there. the hand holding becomes consistent, the hugs turn into arms wrapped around your shoulder just because of the head he keeps on a swivel.

forehead kisses become a new normal for the two of you, a silent reminder that you're both there, and you're not going anywhere. jj even lets you place a couple kisses to his forehead randomly. he claims you do it because he does it, but deep down, he wants your touch to linger in case something ever does happen.

the one thing that does feel like a curveball, are the 'i love you's' he whispers into your hair, or your neck, or your cheek, depending on where he kisses you. still, you always turn your head up to kiss him back in that exact same spot he kissed you, following his whisper with one of your own. "see you later, promise," as you two interlace pinkies before separating, which again, is rare and only happens when necessary.

if anything is proven to be a constant in jj's life, it's how far he will go to protect those closest to him.

a/n: i feel like some of this is more about obx jj but thats just how he IS.

[lmaowhatt]

MEET. . . NERD!JJ

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . is extremely smart, just a smidge less than the "brains of the operation," to the point where he has the opportunity to go to college on an academic scholarship.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . learned from a very young age what and where being smart can get you, but was constantly made to think his brains made him weak, mainly through luke.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . holds himself back from advancing academically in life because he doesn't feel deserving of anything that will catapult him into something more, purely because of where he's from.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . hides his brains behind his tough guy facade so he's not seen as weaker by those around him—especially kooks, who'd use his brains against him if they ever got the chance.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . still holds the energy, confidence, and bravado that makes him who he is, mainly because it was how he was raised to be. his dad, even before the abuse, would tell him, "y'gotta toughen up, j. people on this side o'the island only give a shit about these," as he pointed to his sons fists.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . if he's ever sitting next to pope, he'll sneak glances at the page of whatever book he's reading, will even look for the title on the occasion that he wants to read it online when he's alone.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . .keeps his prescribed reading glasses deep in his drawer because he claims he doesn't need them, even as he's squinting at the writing five feet in front of him.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . .rarely ever has a messy room and has adopted the habit of keeping things organized because he gets so easily frustrated when he can't find something he was so sure he left in plain sight.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . because of your reassurance, slowly starts to show how smart he is through simple tasks like fixing things aroudn the chateau when the guys struggle or counting up the total for someone at the surf shop, which makes even pope skeptical, asking him how that was even possible.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . shocks everyone when he's caught taking a peek at some of pope's calculus work from community college, and he's actually writing down steps to solve it on a separate piece of paper.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . still sometimes hides how smart he is, even as it becomes more known with the pogues, simply because he doesn't want them to treat him differently or see him as anything other than what he's always been to them.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ nerd!jj who. . . is content with where he is in life because he has those around him to lean on, but the 'what if..?' lingers in the back of his head no matter how much he wills it to go away.

↓ NERD!JJ WORKS HERE ↓

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a/n: ive been holding onto this since may☹️ pls request! (also loveeee the brown theme🤎)

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sometimes i wonder what people gain from being mean to others because they dont like whats on that persons blog?? its not even that its the 'anons' saying racist/homophobic/literally anything that coincides with sending hate to a specific person or group of people.

and like baby if you're so bothered with what someone does or does no lt write please go make your own fanfics instead of sending hate to others who do what THEY want on THEIR platform!

this isnt meant to target anyone in specific (its not even meant to be rude in any way, shape, or form) but if you seriously think doing things like that is okay and not expect any consequences if you continue to do so in the future, you need to do some serious soul searching.

[lmaowhatt]

love my moots🫂

[lmaowhatt]

LOVER BOY!JJ'S MUSIC TASTE

requested by: @bbyg4rl

dude steve lacy gives me so much loverboy!jj vibes i cant even explain it like esp this song: C U Girl - Steve Lacy

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: none

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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jj defenitely enjoys alternative/experimental r&b music like steve lacys or frank ocean. one of the main things he enjoys in their music is the lyrics and how well they match the beat. he likes that the music makes him feel things and takes him through an entire story in one simple song.

similar to frank ocean and steve lacy, jj enjoys listening to artists like:

d'angelo, prince, and radiohead from the 90's.

andre 3000, n.e.r.d, and even keyshia cole from the 2000's.

daniel caesar, brent faiyaz, tame impala, sza, and childish gambino from newer gen.

i genuinely dont know how to categorize all of these artists into a single genre or anything but this is the music i feel lover boy!jj would listen to. however, there would be some occasions where he listens to something more street-rooted/hip-hop music.

for a genre like this, i feel like jj would listen to more classic/early stages of it, focusing more on the 90's like:

tupac shakur, the notorious b.i.g, dmx, snoop dogg, and late 90's eminem.

as for C U Girl, or any song similar to it, is already on his playlist, ready to play anywhere, anytime he gets even the smallest chance.

- if hes at school, its always either at the beginning or end of the day, math or english—no in between. he has his wired headphones in, volume on full blast, fully pretending to pay attention to the teacher droning on at the front of the class.

"jackson, headphones off. you know this," the teacher would call loudly, almost on purpose to try and embarras him. jj would just roll his eyes, flicking one headphone off and turning his attention to his open notebook, picking up his pencil and doodling on the margins till the end of class.

- if the two of you are at the chateau, the vinyl version is playing on the record player you got him for his birthday—one he swore he didnt need and begged you to return, only relenting when he realized you werent backing down. you could be doing anything—lying in bed, rummaging through his junk drawer, just passing time—when he suddenly pulls you up and wraps his arms around you, slow dancing like some romcom he claims to hate, all while you do your best not to laugh.

sometimes, he plays it while youre making out, claiming it "sets the mood." youre on his lap, knees on either side of his waist. jjs smiling into the kiss, one hand cupping your cheek while the other is settled on the swell of your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. he pulls away, irises blown out as the two of you make eye contact. he smiles, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck, his breath making you shiver anytime he stops longer than usual. "i wanna see you, girl. i wanna please you, girl," he mumbled against your neck, eliciting a breathy laugh from you as he moved back up to capture your lips again.

- even at the boneyard, he'll have an arm wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you two swayed to the song youre so sure he bribed someone to play. you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead. "i love you," you mumbled and he smiled, more than hed ever admit to anyone else. he wrapped his other arm around your waist, craning his neck down to press a kiss to your cheek, smile softening when you leaned your head on his shoulder, still swaying a bit.

a/n: i kinda got carried away in just the music portion... but its fine!

[lmaowhatt]

TEXTS WITH LOVER BOY!JJ PT. 2

part one

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of drinking, reader and jj being freaky, jjpope

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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a/n: i do have lover boy!jj works in progress! at least one or two out in the next week (ill try☹️)

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A KEGGER WITH LOVER BOY!JJ

requested by: anon

WAIIITTTT MORE lover boy jj please…i loved the school one

perhaps one at a kegger? or a typical pogue date night?

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, cursing.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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jj is known to have a time at a kegger, but with you? it is a little bit different because you become the center of attention to those with wandering eyes. so suddenly youre his center of attention. the moment he gets word of it, whether it be overhearing it from a kook after being somewhere he wasnt supposed to be or from a fellow pogue shooting him a message, hes already pulling on a cutoff shirt and his signature cargo shorts and combat boots.

after he was done, he grabbed his phone and keys, tossing a quick "see ya there," john bs way before heading out, driving his bike straight to your house. he climbed in through your window out of habit, even after telling him more than once that he could use the front door like a "normal person."

he only rolled his eyes with a fond smile, dropping onto on the edge of your bed as he watched you sift through clothes in your small, cramped closet. "this okay, baby?" you asked, holding up a pink matching set against your body. jj glanced over from what hed been doing on his phone, a small smile on his face as he gave the outfit an updown.

"wear whatever you want, baby. 's what makes you feel comfortable. 'kay?" you smiled with a nod, turning around and peeling jjs your shirt off your body, slipping the pink floral top over your head and fixing it in the full-body mirror hanging off your closet door. you shrugged your shorts off next, reaching over for the skirt bottoms, slipping each leg in and pulling it up to your hips.

you gave yourself a quick glance in the mirror, head tilted slightly, clearly deep in thought—maybe slight critiquing before shrugging, moving over to your makeup-scattered dresser, finishing the last touches of it after having rushed through it earlier. you fluffed your hair up a bit for volume, like usual, before finally turning to jj, who was now playing... candy crush?

he looked up, frozen as he looked you up and down. not judging— never judging, just pure admiration. he pushed himself up off the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "you look beautiful, baby," he muttered, a soft smile playing at his lips. "'kay, now lets go before jb hogs the keg," he patted your ass, then placed a hand in your lower back, leading you through your room door and down the hallway to the front door.

"i forgot to bring another helmet, baby. so here, take mine." he smiled, holding out his solid black helmet, stained with random colors of chalk markers. you smiled, taking it and slipping it over your head, flipping the visor up. "if i get helmet head, its fully your fault. y'know that right?" he sighed with a small smile, "of course, baby," he said, flipping the visor back down. he took your hand after getting situated in his bike, helping you onto it. "hold on tight, sweet girl."

the bike skidded to a stop on the side of the road at the boneyard less than 10 minutes later. after shutting off the engine and making sure you get off safely, he climbed off after you, hands braced gently on your shoulders. he flicked the visor up, and unbuckling the helmet, removing it from your head and letting it hang off his bike handle. "you're so fucking beautiful," he muttered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up on your toes to kiss him back, laughing breathlessly and throwing your head back when he moved lower, placing open mouthed kisses to your neck. "j, stop," you whispered, glancing up at the starts and shoving at his shoulders when he muttered, "d'know how i got so lucky to have you, baby." he tilted his head with a small smile, placing one last peck to your lips before intertwining your fingers, leading you down the beach to the growing firelight.

you two met up with the rest of the crew, perched on a fallen log. "they're here," john b hollered, already reaching behind him to grab the beer hed set aside for jj, "the princess and her troll," pope followed with a raise of his solo cup in mock toast. you laughed, leaning into jj and wrapping an arm around his waist. "hey, i love my troll." you laughed, glancing up at jj, cheek on his chest, watching as he rolled his eyes.

"watch it, baby... but, i guess i love you too," he smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. jj, john b, and pope split off from you and kie like they always did to man the keg, handing those that were still arriving—mainly tourons—their drinks. you sighed and dropped down next to kie on the sand, the night settling around you.

you groaned, leaning back on your hands before letting yourself fall onto the sand fully, head still propped up on the fallen log. "you ever feel exhausted for no reason?" you asked no one in particular but still turned your head to face kie, who took a sip or her beer before joining you, lying back on the sand and turning her head towards you. "yeah, sometimes. then i remember who the fuck i am and get over it," she shrugged, turning her head back to look at the sky.

you snorted, kie's laugh falling out of her lips right after. "ah, geez," you groaned, sitting back up and taking a sip from the drink she handed you. the alcohol was cheap and burned a little on the way down, but it was familiar—like everything else about nights like this. your gaze drifted over to the guys. pope and jj were laughing at something john b had told them, laughing like everything in the world was within arms reach. like they were free.

kie stood abruptly, beer in one hand with the other held out towards you, "c'mon, lets dance." you smiled and reached down to grab the beer that was stuffed into the sand, taking kies hand and letting her pull you up. you downed the rest of your beer, tossing the empty cup into a nearby trash bin. 'the less i know the better' by tame impala began playing shortly after you and kie stepped onto the makeshift dance floor.

you could feel the buzz kicking in now, low and steady, humming just beneath your skin. you threw your head back, breathing in the cool, salty air and smiling when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, jj pulling you flush against him. a familiar mop of blonde hair hit your peripheral and your back pressed flush against jjs chest, head relaxed on his shoulder, mumbling a, "see you later," to kie before being led away from the crowd by jj.

"you're a lightweight baby," he mumbled against your ear, watching you grab a cup from the folding table propped up near the keg. you shook your head, taking a sip and using one of jjs hands to hold it for you, "no 'm not, just loose." you nodded as if only convincing yourself and jj nodded alongside you, kissing the side of your head, "yeah, 'course, baby." he took a sip from your beer, sitting on a stray rock and pulling you onto his lap.

jj wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and letting his chin rest there after. you took your beer back from his hand with a quiet smile, taking a sip as you leaned back into him. you glanced up at the sound of familiar laughter—john b, pope, and kie were making their way toward you through the crowd of people. you shifted slightly, nestling yourself between jj’s legs and draping yours over one of his, your head finding its place on his shoulder like it had a hundred times before.

slow conversation began between the group, john b going on about some shit that hed overheard from, "the kooks," according to him. jj cast a quick look to pope, narrowing his eyes. pope gave a smooth nod, as they both understood exactly what the other was trying to communicate. you continued taking slow sips from your solo cup, jj gently pulling it from your lips when you went in for too much at once.

then, because of course jj couldnt get a break with you being drunk, 'no hands' by waka flocka flame began playing. before he could stop you, you stood and pulled him up with you, a small "come on, keg-stand time," dragging out of your lips because at this point, it was tradition. you smiled, even when he groaned, low in his throat, but followed you anyway, a hand splayed across your stomach protectively.

there was already a crowd gathered around the keg, some filming a guy that had missed the keg completely and flopped dramatically onto the sand with a groan. the rest of the pogues were already a couple of steps behind you and jj, practically bouncing on the balls of their feet as you braced your hands on either side of the keg. jj was standing next to you to give you a small boost onto the keg, his eyes darting around to everyone with their phones out, one hand already on the bottom of your skirt to hold it in place, it had shorts under but this is jj were talking about.

someone was already manning the tap when jj threw you up without warning, your skirt bunched in his hands, beer spilling down your chin as you tried to keep up with the rush. beer poured into your mouth, warm and messy, the small murmur of jj cheering you on egging you on like the situation was more than it was meant to be. after about fifteen seconds, your feet hit the cooling sand again, slightly breathless as you swallowed the remnants of beer lingering in your mouth.

jj caught you immediately, cautious but proud, lifting you off your feet into a hug like hed never been proud of anything before. after he let go, it was his turn—practically routine by now. he lasted a little longer than you, of course, grinning like a kid in a candy store as his boots hit the ground, wiping his mouth hastily and embracing you in yet another hug, ignoring the growing cheers around you as john b stepped up next.

jj only pulled away for a moment before dipping his head down, lips catching yours hastily. his hands slipped up from your waist to cradle your face. smiling, you kisses him back and wrapped your arms around his frame, fingers interlacing at the base of his neck. he walked forwards with you still in his arms, catching the backs of your thighs when you stumbled. he lifted you up into his arms with ease, your legs wrapping around his on instinct.

you pulled away with a smile, pecking his lips one last time before he brought you back to stand on your own two feet. "y'wanna go home, sweet girl?" you shook your head, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist, resting your head on his chest. "nah, maybe later, 'm havin' fun," you told him. he could feel you smile against his chest, so he pulled back slightly, enough to get a clear look at your face. "youre drunk," he deadpanned. you only shrugged. "yeah, so?" he huffed out a laugh and shook his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you back to where the ppgues had gathered again.

so there you were around two hours later, sitting on a rock while jj sat in the sand in front of you, a pre-rolled blunt in-between his fingers with your legs propped on his shoulders with his hands rubbing at your ankles. he was currently telling some story youd already forgotten the plot about. "im telling you, man! just fuckin' decked him! like," he moved his hand and shifted your leg off of his shoulder, throwing an animated punch into the air, "bow!" he laughed, running a hand through his hair before settling back against your legs, hand gently grabbing at your shin and moving your leg back onto his shoulder.

you dug a hand into hid hair, scratching at his scalp lightly, just enough to make him hum in appreciation. his head was wedged between your thighs, completely unbothered. you rolled your eyes at his dramatics, pope and kie following suit—while john b laughed alongside him. "you're so full of shit, man," kiara laughed, taking a sip of the warm beer sloshing around in her third (fourth?) solo cup.

jj looked at her, incredulous, then shook his head in denial. "im dead serious!" he gestured animatedly, kiara nodding along like she actually believed him. he then turned to you with a small pout, "you believe me, dont you, baby?" you smiled, tugging at his bottom lip gently to fix his pout. "of course i do, baby." jj grinned triumphantly, turning back to stick his tongue out at kiara, who rolled her eyes and turned to glance at you with a raised eyebrow that you shook your head to with a small laugh.

as some point, you two called it a night. jj figured it was time when your head began lolling against his shoulder from where you were now sat between his legs. he offered you a hand after standing and brushing sand off his shorts. you took it lazily, stumbling slightly, jj wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you, helping you brush sand off the backs of your legs. after saying your goodbyes to the other pogues, he moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders, leading you off the sand and towards his bike parked on the side of the road.

"we should walk baby, youre drunk 'n i dont want you to get hurt," jj muttered, ducking his head down to brush a kiss to your forehead. you leaned your head against his shoulder—more involuntary, if anything—and shook it, "im good!" you defended, "great, even." jj snorted a laugh despite himself, shaking his head and leading you towards his bike. you shook your head when he stretched his helmet in your direction. "you wear it," you told him, pushing his helmet into his chest.

he furrowed his eyebrows, stretching his hand back out, "baby, put it on," he insisted. you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. he sighed, running a hand through his wind-tussled hair, muttering something under his breath before looking back up at you. "sweet girl," he cradled your face in his hands, "what kinda boyfriend would i be if i didnt have you wear it, hm?" you huffed, uncrossing your arms and opening your mouth to retort, like you always did. "well, what kinda girlfriend would i be if—" you dont even get to finish when he puts the helmet over your head, flicking the visor down.

you huffed and muttered a small, "rude," under your breath, climbing onto the bike after jj, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your helmet covered head between his shoulder blades.

a/n: i lowk thought the keg-stand thing was cringe but i was thinking of the vampire diaries while writing that so 🤷‍♀️ jj m

[lmaowhatt]

im actually IN LOVE with loverboy!jj its such a cool concept and u write him so well!!! the schoolday fic is literally my current fav 😭 i read it twice bc its so cutesy <33

thank you bhavya ily🫂🤍

[lmaowhatt]

TEXTS WITH LOVER BOY!JJ

part two

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of hickies, mentions of smoking, cursing (i think thats it)

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

a/n: i prob will edit this somewhere down the line

[lmaowhatt]

wait wait wait, YOUR SO COOL WHATTT??

how did i just see this..🙁 im sorry bae. but thank youuuuuu, i love u.🤍

[lmaowhatt]

A SCHOOL DAY WITH LOVER BOY!JJ

requested by: anon

lover boy!JJ and reader spending a day at school together? I feel like school wouldnt be absolute torture if I had him there with me:(

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of hickies, mentions of smoking, cursing (i think thats it)

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

lover boy!jj masterlist | main masterlist

there are the times you stay over at the chateau the night before, sleeping completely sprawled over jj in what has been deemed his bedroom, his hands wrapped around you—more so your ass—protectively.

then morning comes and time ticks by slowly, youre already getting ready while jj is still sound asleep to the point where john b has to physically barge in and drag him out of bed, shoving jjs bag into his hands and telling you hurry up. jj, however, moves to stand behidn you, wrapping his arms around your waist and telling you to take your time.

finally, almost ten minutes later, which was apparently a full light year to pope, you all walked out of the chateau, jjs arms still around your waist, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as the five of you made your way to the twinkie. then came school, jjs worst enemy next to whoever decided to make the healthy cereal john b had forced into his hands when they stepped out of the chateau.

—first block: pre-calculus. (90 mins)

first block for jj was difficult, especially without you. math was... not his strong suit, no subject ever was besides woodshop. and even then, it was a reach. he groaned when john b started pushing him towards class after you gave him a small kiss, paired with a "good luck. see you later, baby." he leaned back heavily against john b as they walked towards class, muttering something about how, "school is just jail with ugly lighting, man. id know, ive been there.''

still, he fought his way through it, doodling little things into his notebook while the teacher went on about, "stupid fuckin' math," as hed muttered to john b, the boy laughing despite himself, avoiding eye contact with the teacher when she caught his eyes.

when the bell rang, jj was the first one out of class, pulling john b along as he led the way to your locker, letting out an exaspertad sigh when he caught you laughing with kie. he grabbed your hand, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist, dipping his head down to kiss you. "missed you, baby," he muttered after pulling away, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing you in. you laughed when john b leaned agaisnt the locker next to yours and muttered a, "good luck with that."

—second block: physics. (90 mins)

thankfully, jj had this class with you. unfortunately, it was physics. "this is stupid," hed muttered to you as you two took your seats near the back of the class. "apples fall outta trees and thats supposed to blow my damn mind?" you laughed, draping your legs over his lap and flipping open your notebook.

time passed way too slowly for jjs liking. his hand ran up and down your thigh, occasionally pinching the inside of it and running a slow soothing thumb over it when you flinched. jj smiled, lifting your hand and placing gentle kisses to your knuckles. jj grumbled, "why should i give a shit about um and his law? it dont affect me." you smiled, "ohm, jj. ohm."

he scoffed, shrugging as he fished his phone out of his back pocket, typing in your birthday as the password before staring to flick through his other apps. "fuck is this, meditation class?" you rolled your eyes, turning you attentionn back to the front of the class where the teacher was still going on about ohm.

jj was halfway through messing around with his snapchat filters when the bell rang. he threw his head back in relief, tossing the notebook he hadnt touched in the hour and a half he was in class back into his bag and taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he led you out of the room. the two of you met up with pope, john b, and kiara by the courtyard doors, jj taking the liberty to slam them open, breathing in the air like he was taking his first breath again.

—third block: study hall. (45 mins)

this was barely considered a class to jj. for some reason, the counselor decided to stick you and the rest of the pogues together. which was... a huge mistake. by the second week of school, the teacher had already threatened to quit at least five times. after that point, she began telling the two of you not to come to class. literally, the moment the five of you walked into class, it was—'get out. youll pass the class for the year just, please, dont come back.' so you didnt.

after that point, each third block was spent in the courtyard. jj would sit on one of the blue picnic table benches with you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he presses kisses to your shoulder and the crook of your neck. pope was usually sat beside him while john b and kiara sat opposite you three.

it was during this time when you would usually go through jjs notebooks, writing the notes he never wrote for his classes. when his hands slipped under your skirt, you squirmed, poking him in the ribs with the led peeking out of your mechanical pencil, earning a pinch to your thigh. you rolled your eyes fondly, focusing back on writing his notes. "y'dont have to do that, baby," he muttered next to your ear, kissing the back of it with a smile when you said, "i want to."

after you were done, youd put his books back in his bag for him, leaning back into him as you listened to the guys debate what the best marvel movie was. jj argued up and down that it was 'deadpool,' all the while john b and pope called him crazy. jj would just roll his eyes, "dude, he talks mad shit, blows shit up, and cant die! thats basically me with better aim." john b and pope would let out groans of protest while you and kie shared a look that said the same thing—is he serious?

he would hold his hand to his chest when you told him his aim could be better, a look of betrayal painting his features. "you serious? my aims amazin', baby." you bite back a smile, reaching back to pat his cheek and tell him, "of course it is." jj rolled his eyes, moving his head to lick a stripe up your palm. gagging, you pulled away, wiping your hand on his khaki shorts. then, the bell rang and jj had to physically restrain himself from holding you back from the group and dragging you to the twinkie to, "escape hell," as hed put it.

—fourth block: u.s. history. (90 mins)

unfortunately, hed gotten stuck in this class by himself. he grumbled his distaste for the class the entire time he walked you to your class. "why should i care about rich dudes signin' papers when all they ever owned was either land, people, or white wigs?" you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as he continued. "i should just skip, all you needa know 'bout this class is that people in power lie."

you reminded him that if he skipped hed get detention. and normally, he wouldnt care, but the fact that you cared about him getting some form of an eduaction softened something is his chest that had him actually paying attention for the first time in weeks. even the teacher was surprised when he raised his hand that day.

"what was the bill of rights? no, jackson, you cant go to the restroom again." he rolled his eyes, debating whether to put his hand down or not, answering regardless. "it was like—the first ten commandments. freedom or speech, guns, and not having soldiers sleepin' in your house..." he trailed off, his eyes darting around to everyone watching him, "or, whatever..?" he said, quieter now.

the teacher nodded, "its the ten amendments, jackson. but... good." she narrowed her eyes before turning back to the board. he fished his phone out of his pocket quickly after that, already pulling up your message thread. 'baby, i think i just answered a question right.' you answered only minutes lated, furrowing your eyebrows with a small laugh, hiding the phone from your teachers view as you texted him back. 'yeah? what question baby?'

he beamed—flushed, actually—when he read your message, glancing around to make sure no one caught him before focusing back down on his phone. 'she asked about the bill of rights. and everyone was like lookin at me weird. teacher said amendments but i swear its commandments baby.' you laughed, muttering a small apology to your teacher, who looked at you with raised eyebrows before turning back to the board. 'im proud of you baby but i gotta go. i love you.' paired with a white heart, you sent the message and locked your phone, focusing back on the lesson.

jj smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket and actually focusing on the lesson, even pulling his notebook out of his bag and opening it to the most recent blank page. the first thing he saw was the small note youd left him when you wrote his notes for him during the previous block. 'i love you, baby. you got this! ♡' he smiled, not even erasing it, instead just writing around it. a part of hiis chest swelled with love, because out of everyone that had come and gone in his life, you (and the pogues, but mostly you). were one of those who actually believed in him.

—break: lunch (30 mins)

if lunch was a class, jj would have perfect attendance. he almost never skipped lunch, only every tuesday when the only thing they were giving out was salads. but thankfully, it was chicken sandwich wednesday. so, there he was, in line for lunch with a hand wrapped around your waist, the other pogues in a line behind him and kie in front of you. thanks to jjs quick feet, that only ever turned on for lunch, the five of you were out of the line in five minutes, already heading out to the courtyard.

taking your seats on the picnic table, routinely, jj took your chicken sandwich, handing you his fries and apple slices, placing a kiss to the side of your head. exactly like a giddy kid would, he ripped over the small packets of ketchup hes gotten, squeezing some onto a sandwich and practically mauling it, earning a look from john b. "what," he said through a mouthful of food, "i was hungry. used up all my brainpower last class."

the rest of lunch passes by easily, you and jj slinking off within the last five minutes for some time away from the pogues. he led the way, his hand intertwined with yours as he led you into the music room, which hed been in for all of one day in freshman year before getting kicked out after supposedly putting paint in most, if not all of the instruments, someting he swore he was innocent about despite him black paint stained fingers behind his back.

he sat on the band risers, pulling you to straddle his lap and immediately captured your lips a slow, warm kiss, one hed practically melted into. "been waiting' for this all day," he breathed against your lips, turning your bodies so you could lay on your back, him now hovering over you. he moved down, placing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat. you tilted your head only slightly, fingers threading into his hair and pushing his head down to come face to face with your tits.

"oh, i missed these too," he muttered, tugging your top down just enough to lean back in and place more open mouthed kisses along the lace of your bra, moving it over to place a small kiss where your skin began to darken already beginning to suck. he moved away to give the same attention to your other tit, leaving a dark, blooming, already slightly purple mark in his wake. after giving you some more attention, the bell rang.

jj sat back on his legs, admiring his work and then glancing up at your, shy and flushed. he smiled, trying to permanently implant this image of you into his brain before tugging your shirt back into place, placing one last kiss to your lips before helping you up and off the risers. he helped you fix your tousled hair, trying his hardest to have you looking exactly how you did when the two of you walked in because, "no horny fuckin' freshman is gonna get to see ya like that except me, baby."

—fifth block: woodshop (90 mins)

woodshop was one of the few classes jj actually excelled in. as of now, hed had a solid B+, which for jj was well above average. one of the parts that had actually helped him the most in this class was that he had it alone. hed know that if he has pope in it, hed be too distracted trying to help him. if john b was in it, he wouldnt get any work done. if either you or kie were in it, hed rather change the class to home ec.

hed more than often get called out of another class to help show the freshman how to handle certain tools or get the transfers nerves out of the way. "alright, first rule—dont be scared. you get scared, ya lose a finger." he laughed as horror masked their features, "im kiddin', not really." weeks later, after they got the basics down and it was time to actully use the tools, hed go from person to person, making sure they were doing things right. "look, grab the saw, dont overthink it. i see the cogs in your brain turnin' too much. if you mess up, jus' keep goin'. you got this, man."

he celebrates when someone does something right. "there you go! remember, we aint here to break shit, you can do that at the end'a the year, were building', thats good." one time, as the two of you were walking down the hallway to class after second block, youd randomly see a freshman run up to him with the biggest smile youd ever seen on one as they handed him the rubic that marked a big red 90. he let go of your hand, bringing the scrawny kid into a side hug and telling him a small congrats.

he had his hands on his hips with a small smile on his face, watching the kids walk away before turning to you, smile faltering. "what?" he narrowed his eyes, taking your hand in his again and kissing the back of it. "nothing," you told him, "'s cute." he rolled his eyes, ignoring your laugh and tugging you along, though the corners of his mouth perked up as he tried not to smile, eventually doing do and dropping his head to hide his smile when you cooed at him for being "too cute."

—sixth block: english (90 mins)

if jj ever had a say in anything, which was rare, english was the worst class in the history of bad classes. worse when it was the last class of the day and he had it with pope of all people. jj sat behind pope in the back of the class, smiling at the memory of the first day of class, where hed convinced pope to sit infront of him, swearing up and down that this teacher wouldnt do a seating chart. jj cackled—actually cackled—when the first thing the teacher said was, "i want you all to write you names down in correspondence with your seat number. these will be your seats for the remainder of the year."

jj pretty much slept the entire class, occasionally pulling out some rolling paper and weed he had deep in his pocket, rolling only when he knew the teacher wasnt looking, barely making an effort to hide it when they turned because he knew the teacher didnt care, for him at least. when his thoughts got the best of him, he seriously thought about focusing.

'i should probably be focusin' right now' hed think, looking up from where he was rolling, glancing around at the rest of the class, who was actually writing down notes. 'nah. what do i even need english for, i speak it. i can spell ambiguous. a-m-b-i-g-e-w-i-s, or is it o... man whatever.' and that was that.

then, the final bell rang. he audibly sighed, stuffing his phone into his pocket and his books into his bag, still methodically wrapping the rolling paper as he followed pope out of the room. he finished wrapping by the time he and pope met up with you, john b, and kiara by the twinkie, tongue swiping the roll one last time before waving it between his fingers and raising his eyebrows at you at the same time. your arms wrapped around his shoulders when he got close enough, "my gift to you, sweet girl." you smiled, clutching a dramatic hand to your chest, smiling as placing a soft peck to his lips, climbing into the twinkie after pope, kiara and john b already settled in the front.

he lit the roll before john b even started the engine, turning away right when pope reached for it. "leave my baby alone, pope," he muttered, flicking the lighter before successfully catching a spark. he sucked in the fumes expertly, throwing his head back against the seat as he held it for a moment, passing it over to you before blowing it out.

a/n: in my recs almost two months... sorry to that anon! (i love u, forgive me)

[lmaowhatt]

did an entire theme change out of impulse. do we like?

[lmaowhatt]

MEET. . . FEISTY!LATINA!READER

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a/n: anyone: finish your smau!!! me: new reader! (?) (dont hate me🙁)

[lmaowhatt]

WHAT THE FUCK? - JJ M.

requested by: @bloodofadoll

lover boy jj finding texts from kelce flirting with you that you havent seen yet.

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: cursing.. not rlly anything else.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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it was supposed to be an innocent scroll through your phone, you didnt really care. you trusted jj enough to leave your phone in his bedroom while you prepared lunch for the other with sarah.

there was jj, lying stomach down on his bed, taking random selfies on your phone that you wouldn't find until weeks later and laugh at, posting the occasional one to your story, routine stuff.

he laughed at a recent one he took before scrolling out of the camera app, fingers already scrolling to click on the 'papa's freezeria to go' game hed bought on your phone recently. but of course, the fun didnt last long.

you phone buzzed in his hand with a text. and no, not from any normal person that hed text back for you in a heartbeat, of course not. instead, his brows furrowed when he took note of the name that popped up. 'maybe: kelce'

he sat up as he opened the text thread, muttering a small, "what the fuck..?" he scrolled as far back as he could, scoffing as he read through the year of one-sided conversations. "a year and this stupid fuck wont give up, jesus..."

he didnt really give a damn, really, he didnt. but... the opportunity was right there. and deep down, he wasnt about to let the snarky comments slide. so, what better way to get a kook to shut up than to make them think theyre getting exactly what they want?

feeling satisfied enough, jj smiled, practically kicking his legs as he moved to block kelce's number, pushing up off his bed after scrolling off the messages app.

he wandered out to the kitchen, where you and sarah were finishing up the food, john b peeking over sarahs shoulder, the occasional hand reaching for a bite, only for sarah to smack it away.

jj smiled, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your denim shorts, patting the swell of your ass after. "hey, sweet girl," he mumbled, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek as you hummed in greeting.

"almost done?" he asked, watching as you stirred with the utmost precision. you smiled up at him — beamed, really — as you nodded, "almost, baby." he nodded, eyes drifting over to sarah.

he tried biting hid tongue, but beter safe than sorry. "hey, sar?" he cleared his throat, "do me a favor." she hummed, glancing at him before letting her eyes drift back to the food.

"put a passcode on your phone."

a/n: two in one day!