maybank oneshots

HEATHER

heather
w/c: 1.3k
description: JJ took your heart and within days, managed to squeeze it between his fingertips and shatter it into pieces.
warnings: jj x reader, mentions of sex, kook!reader, jealousy
a/n: i love love love this song sm so i had to write this. ❤️

Me in your sweater
You said it looked better
On me, than it did you

The soft, silk bedsheets were messy and crumpled underneath both yours and JJ's almost naked bodies. Goosebumps prickled your skin from the breeze that hit the pair due to the window being wide open, JJ feeling pride that your kook neighbours probably heard you screaming out the troublemaker pogues name a few minutes prior.
He turned his head towards you, taking notice in your now hard nipples and your bumpy skin. His body lurched forward, off the edge of your bed, as he leaned to grab the sweater that he was wearing before you had pulled it off him in your horny haze.
The sweater found its way onto your figure, your face snuggled into the collar that smelt of mint and weed, a strange mix that actually worked well.
A soft small placed itself onto your exhausted face at the boys article of clothing. You liked that if anybody saw you now, they would think you were his, even though you weren't.

But I watch your eyes, as she
Walks by

The beach was heavily populated with rowdy tourons who were drunk off their minds. You felt out of place as a kook, being surrounded by pogues since this was their side of the island.
You had been told by one of your friends ,who happened to live on the cut, about the party being held.
Your mind straight away began thinking of ways to draw JJ's attention to you.
Frustrated, you spent hours trying to look for the grey sweatshirt he had lent you but to no avail. He must've taken it back when he was here another time.
Obviously, wearing a sweatshirt to a party wouldn't have looked mind boggling hot but it would've brought his attention to you if you wore his clothes to a public event.
Instead, you opted for a short black dress which hung lung in your cleavage and cut off mid thigh. Now you looked mind boggling hot.
While your eyes studied the crowd, looking for the familiar tall blond that gave you heart palpitations.
Rather than feeling a mushy feeling in your tummy, you felt sick. You watched as his blue eyes gape at the lean girl sat on one of the rocks. She wore just some denim shorts and a tight bikini top, her breasts practically falling out. She beamed for attention, searching for wandering eyes from ogling boys. That she received as the infamous JJ Maybank sauntered over, his sunglasses propped on his mess of curls.
Your narrowed eyes observed the two islanders, the girl clearly a fellow kook. Nevertheless, you were a modest kook. You're house was not little, nor big. It was big enough for you and your mom, with added room. She, however, clearly resided on the selfish, over priced mansion side of figure eight, neighbouring the Cameron's.
JJ wrapped his muscular arm around her curvy body as she let out an obnoxious giggle, letting her blue eyes look the teenage boy up and down provocatively.

She's got you
Mesmerized

Weeks went by without a sight of JJ. You weren't a pogue and you weren't a friend of his. Neither of you had mutuals. You met one night at a party and became unspoken friends with benefits. You hadn't spoke about the decision, it just kept happening until it was sort of a given.
You would text each other when either of you were pressured or depressed, needing a stress reliever.
You had broke the unworded rule of catching feelings, finding yourself yearning for JJ's presence and his touch. You would feel deprived if you hadn't seen him for days, never mind weeks.
However, one gloomy Wednesday, you had left your house to go do the grocery shopping for your mom.
As you left the shop, hands brimming with carrier bags full of food and drinks, a laugh you knew you recognised filled you ears. You turned your head slightly, making sure not to be obvious, and you saw JJ stood behind the girl from the party, his long arms wrapped around her waist smiling at the camera which she was holding up. The picture captures both their gleeful smiles, and even after the snap was shot, they looked as perfect as a picture.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half, as pretty

The mirror sinisterly cackled at you, reflecting back at you your dark, sunken eyes, your broken out, pale skin, your greasy, unbrushed hair and your cracked, chapped lips.
Since the day you saw the happy couple, you had not left your bedroom. Your mom had been so overloaded with work she hadn't even noticed your sickly complexion. Tears stained your blotchy flesh, your fingers not bothered enough to wipe away the evidence to your disheartening breakdown.
You felt empty and tired, even though sleep was all you did.
Why did you feel so heartbroken when he was never even yours?
He left without a goodbye, no explanation. He left you to search for him, make you catch him red handed with the stunning model-like girl outside a supermarket.
You had no right for the jealously which leaked through your veins. The fragments of your shattered heart laid untouched on your carpet floor, the carpet which he used to lay on with you, exposing things about yourselves that nobody else knew.

But how could I hate her?
She's such an angel

A few days later, you had cracked. The lack of sunlight and fresh air defeated you as you felt the urge to leave your house.
Barely making yourself decent, you opened the front door and left.
Mindlessly walking past fancy houses that you and JJ used to fantasise about living in. He dreamt about moving in with his future wife, some dogs and a couple kids whereas all you wished for was that the future made you his wife in the picture.
Tears pooled in your eyes once again, the back of your hand pushing them off your features.
Suddenly, you let out a loud yelp as you fell to the floor. You looked up, ready to get mad at the person that knocked you up, but you made eye contact with blue eyes. Not the blue eyes you wanted though. Her long, false eyelashes fluttered at you, her pristine pink lipgloss clad lips formed an o shaped as she held a manicured hand out for you to grab.
Hesitantly, you placed your hand in hers and let her pull you up. She began to profusely apologise, her expression showed no false intentions.
"i'm heather. sorry again." she said, while turning around to walk away.
You were meant to hate her, without knowing her it was so easy to do that. Now that you knew heather was a good person, it made you want to rip off her stupid long eyelashes and yank out her expensive clip on extensions even more.

You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better

The next time you saw the girl, was at another boneyard party. Instead of her being sat on a rock, demanding the eyes of lovestruck teens, she had her perfectly done hair leant on JJ's shoulder. Her body was wearing a tight white bodycon dress which JJ's fingertips were trailing around the hem.
The rage in you made your head want to explode, the boy had no spoken to you or text you since he met heather. He left you questioning if he ever cared for you at all.
The anger flashed before your eyes as you surveyed him passing her his sweater. The same grey collared sweatshirt that he lent to you.
You were long forgotten in his little world now, just being a small blip in the road to finding his future wife.

wish i were heather.