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these are all from my tumblr masterlist @obxmxybxnk so if you wanna look at them over there, please do <3
• they are all about jj maybank!
• oneshots that include smut have a *
euphoric w/c: 0.4 description: just an angsty blurb that makes me want to cry 💅 warnings: jj x reader, weed, angst
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the thick air was encased with suffocating smoke, the scent of alcohol and weed filling the van. windows were wide but the door was sealed shut, faint music coming from the crackly, ancient radio could barely be audible over y/n and jj's obnoxious giggling. they were friends. friends who liked to get high together to hide the pain of just being friends it sounded insane and absolutely hysterical; two people madly in love, unaware of the reciprocated feelings. but that was what jj and y/n were. insane and absolutely hysterical. daily, kiara would moan on to y/n about confessing how she truly felt, promising the young girl that her best friend felt the same, but the pleads were to no avail. y/n refused to believe the nonsense that came from kies lips. how could jj like a girl like her? jj maybank; a player, a lady killer and an all round eye catcher. he could go up to any girl on the entire island and ask them out, with no hesitation they would say yes. as would she. but y/n was sure she'd never get the chance, as said before, how could he like a girl like her? john b and pope constantly push jj to grow some balls and ask the girl, they were convinced was his soulmate, on a date. at least just one date. but just like y/n, he couldnt possibly understand how a teenage girl with a loving family could like a boy like him, a boy from a broken home and severely messed up ways of thinking. he saw the way the kook boys would look at her, smirking and winking at their rich, fancy friends. they would be eager to invite her as their plus one to some prissy kook party. he saw the way the pogue boys would look at her, wolf whistling as she walked by, cat calling her on the streets. he saw the way tourons would stare at her at a boneyard party, their dirty, sleazy ogle looking her up and down, dying to get their mucky hands on the bare skin that peaked out of the fabric she wore. why would y/n ever, in a million years, choose him out of all of those people? the two teenagers were trapped in their depressing, insecurity smothered worlds, yearning and longing to break free to the other side, yet somehow not brave enough or valiant enough to actually push through the metaphorical concrete wall of rejection, heart ache and despair, the emotions overlooking love, warmth and comfort. at least they'd always be friends, right?
