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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!
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crave w/c: 0.3k description: just a perfect girl who isn't all that perfect. warnings: jj x reader, death, angst lmao a/n: lol idk why i wanna be sad tonight but yolo
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he craved her. his burning gaze would watch her hips sway to the heavy beat of the music that played from a random speaker some kook decided to bring. her hair flipped as the wind changed directions, her grin not tilting off her face, her body encased with passion and euphoria. nothing could pop the little bubble she hid herself away in, trapping all her secret insecurities and fears for just one night, allowing herself a few hours of blissful ignorance to the dangers that were yet to come. sure, her father would find her eventually and when he did, maybe she wouldn't even get out of it alive. so surely she deserves one night of happiness? before her inevitable death from the evil, loathing man that assisted her unfortunate birth. everything would've been better had she not have been born, but that wasn't really her fault, was it? it wasn't like she had an option. yet, her dad seems to think it's all her fault. it's her fault that her parents decided to have a child. it's her fault that her parents decides to not abort the child, even after the doctors informed them that continuing with the pregnancy was dangerous for not only the fetus, but the woman carrying said child. it's her fault her mother tragically died in the hospital, just minutes after their baby girl popped from the womb. jj didn't see inside her bubble though; all he saw was a carefree girl with no trauma, no agonising anxiety. all he felt was jealousy for the kook queen, the girl with the perfect life, the girl who had a smile on her face every damn day. who knew she had a bubble? who knew that bubble was ready to be popped? who knew her treacherous, minacious father was just one mile away from the beach, a heavy black object cold in his bare hands, willing to kill anything that got in the way of getting his hands on his troublesome daughter.
