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oncasette · 2 years
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loving you
jj maybank x fem! reader
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“And you don’t want me to come with you? Because you miss your bed?” he asks. It’s almost worse that he doesn’t sound condescending right now, like he’s genuinely just asking. Making sure you’re okay.
or the one where you think jj needs space. jj thinks he needs you more than ever. 
warnings: self doubt, fluffy i promise
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“What do you mean you’re leaving?” JJ asks from the doorway as he watches you shuffle through the various things in the dresser. In the drawer that he’d given you full use of; the one that used to house his socks before he’d thrown all of them into the back of his closet. 
“Just for a couple days. I miss my room, you know,” you hum, hoping he can’t see all the thoughts swirling around in your head. 
“I’ll come with you,” he offers, pushing off the frame to step closer to where you’re throwing various t-shirts into your overnight bag. Half your wardrobe had been thrown into the single drawer, now that you thought about it. What, with how much you wore JJ’s clothes, anyway. 
“No! I mean— You don’t have to do that, baby,” you rush out. 
“What do you mean ‘don’t have to.’ I want to,” he says. He grabs your bicep, softly, tugging you back and turning you around to face him. He uses his right hand to brush stray hairs back from your forehead, causing you to subconsciously lean into his touch. “C’mon, baby. Is everything okay?” 
“Everything’s fine. Just miss my bed, ‘s all,” you mumble. Your facade was crumbling faster than ever. Damn him and his stupid warm hands. 
“And you don’t want me to come with you? Because you miss your bed?” he asks. It’s almost worse that he doesn’t sound condescending right now, like he’s genuinely just asking. Making sure you’re okay. 
“I don’t know, J. Feel like I’m annoying you,” you mumble.
“Annoying me how, sweetheart.” His thumb sweeps the heat off your cheeks in waves, brushing over the skin in small circles. 
“‘M just always here. I don’t know, don’t you want your space?” 
“Space?”
“Yeah, JJ. I’ve slept in John B’s guest room every night for the past four weeks,” you sigh. “You’ve gotta want space.”
“Did someone say something to you?” he asks. “Was it John B, because I’m not above drowning him, you know.” 
It’s harder to explain this way, to tell him that it wasn’t him or his friends or anything about the things around you. That it was just the way your brain worked and how your body had just felt gross and out of place and you needed out before he made you leave. Because you’d rather spend a few nights in your own home than to ever have to hear him tell you to go away. 
Still, you manage to huff out a puff air that sounds enough like a laugh that he’s got that smile prickling at the corners of his lips. 
“No, wasn’t John B. He actually bought me more shampoo last week.” Didn’t say anything about it, either, just found the fresh bottle in the shower one morning. 
“So what is it?”
“I don’t want you thinking I’m being too clingy,” you exhale. 
He pulls you into his chest in lieu of a response. His hands find your hips in an instant, palms warming up your skin through the worn fabric of the t-shirt you stole from him. It’s silent for a while, too, as JJ takes the time to sway the two of you slightly to the tune of your combined breathing. 
“I want you to listen to me, okay,” he says, not saying anything else until he hears your mumbled confirmation against his shoulder. “I’m never gonna think you’re too clingy, baby. Ever. Okay? If I could become attached to you for good, I would. I love you so much it hurts.”
“Yeah?” you ask. 
“Oh, God, I can’t believe how much I love you. Of course.”
He pulls back just enough to lean his forehead against yours. 
“So, you gonna put your clothes back in your drawer for me?” he asks. “Unless you still want to go home and want me to pack a bag, too.” 
“I love you,” you say softly, leaning forward to slant your mouth over his. He tastes like orange juice and the cherry chapstick he always stole from you. 
“I love you more, angel face,” he breaks away only long enough to get the statement out, deepening the kiss you pulled him into. 
tags-- @vintageobx @ughdesireable @zeldaknight @ridestomars @alexxavicry @bl00d-bunny
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ptersparkers · 2 years
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about me!
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scorpio, 20s, she/her.
likes as of lately: all things marvel, taylor swift, bts, gracie abrams, community, lorde, haim, harry styles, bleachers, olivia rodrigo, dua lipa, doja cat, megan thee stallion, mitski, rina sawayama, phoebe bridgers, bones, harry potter, shadow and bone, castle, criminal minds, psych, euphoria.
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➫ first and foremost, i’m a person of color! while all of my ‘x reader’ inserts don’t have specific characteristics written, i write them with poc in mind. representation. it’s my contribution. 
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