code brown
(not my gif!!)
jj maybank x kook! f reader
john b and pope! platonic! x f reader
warning: fighting, cussing? cuteness fs
a/n: i thought of this rewatching obx😻😻
john b and pope tried for hours to get jj to cheer up. they’d just got into another fight with topper and rafe. they started talking shit abt y/n and jj lost control. now the three boys had a few injuries, jj having more than the others. “dude cheer the fuck up” john b lightly pushing him. he just grumbled, staring at the ground. pope texted y/n and sent a photo of jj, saying it was a code brown.
y/n had been smoking a blunt right when pop texted. she smiled lightly as she opened her phone, gazing at her and the blonde boy names jj on her lockscreen. they had fallen asleep inside the chateu and kie took a photo of them. they were in the most adorable position ever. music blasted loud as she read the text messagie. she read over and over and stared at the photo as she frowned. jj had looked so sad. he looked depressed and cold. he looked beat up pretty badly. she put on a bikini (jj favorite) and jj’s shirt. she turned her music off, smoking the blunt one last time. she grabbed her tote bag with her money, keys, sunglasses, and phone in there. she heads out the door, yelling that she’d be back before dinner time. she hops in her bmw and starts it up. she thinks abt jj and how to cheer him up.
“wassup my bros!” y/n waves, smiling bright at the 2 boys. she hugged them tightly and ruffled john b’s hair. she asked them how they were doing and if they were okay as they told her abt the encounter. code brown usually meant jj got into a fight. y/n sighed to herself as the thanked the boys for telling her.
“jay?” y/ns voice sounded soft. causing jj to look up for a second, smirking a little at the sight of his girlfriend wearing his shirt. his smirk slowly disappeared as he looked back down. “what wrong my love?” jj just grumbles. “jay look at me” he doesn’t respond. “jj . maybank.” he looks up. she sits on his lap, facing him. “jay, what’s wrong?” she says, sitting next to him. his face turns into a frown. “rafe and topper is wrong” he grumbles, laying his head on the girls bare shoulder.
“baby you know better than to let them get to you” she says softly, playing with the rings on his hands. “but it was stupid shit about you! c-calling you a slut and -“ y/n had cut him off as she moved his head so his eyes meet the girls own. his eyes filled with rage as he has a memory of how it happened. “don’t worry about it. i’m a big girl, i can handle myself” the girl cups his face now with two hands, kissing him softly. her fingers lightly tangle into his hair. she pulls away, smiling as jj has a huge grin. “better now?” she says, fixing his hair. “you know i can’t be mad when you kiss me like that!?” jj exclaims, a slight smile appearing.
y/n winks at the 2 boys as the couple walks out hand in hand. pope and john b making a mental note to call you if something like this happens again. “i love you” the blonde boy says, wrapping his arms around her waist behind as the h/c (hair color) girl turns her head to kiss him. pope and john b roll their eyes.
then john b groans. “bro now that ur done having a stick up your ass can we go surf?” before jj gets to answer, y/n grabs his hand and runs. “last one has to eat a rotten egg!!”
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