JJ MAYBANK x Reader Fanfic

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I'd never really been one for sticking things out; I didn't have a consistent hobby, I'd changed my classes more times than I could remember in school, before JJ I hadn't been in a relationship for longer than a month - but therapy was something I was willing to stick with for a while.

It was definitely helping me; although I couldn't say it was easy, far from it. I'd had to open up about things I hadn't ever told anyone before, not even JJ - and it felt good. Cheryl listened to everything I had to say, never judging me, and the solutions and advice she gave me to deal with things were actually working.

The only thing I still had trouble with was nightmares. I'd get them most nights, usually about Barry, or my father, and I'd wake up sweaty and anxious. JJ was a Saint as usual but I still hated waking him up.

"Sweetheart breathe," he soothed this morning, brushing my sweaty hair away from my forehead as I looked up at him with wide glassy eyes, still half asleep with images of Barry's garage replaying in my head.

"J," I stuttered, reaching hungrily for his hands to squeeze, grounding myself to him and this room instead of the terrors inside my mind.

"Wanna get some water?"

I nodded and pulled on his hoodie over the sports bra I was sleeping in, reaching once again for his hands. He surprised me by looping a hand under my knees, his other supporting my back as he swept me into a bridal carry.

"Put me down, idiot," I giggled, trying to be quiet as John B was asleep in the next room.

"Nope - princess needs her ride," he grinned, carrying me all the way to the kitchen and setting me down on the counter as he filled up a glass with water for me.

"Wanna talk about it?"
I shook my head, I never did.

"Cheryl said it might help you if you talk about it at the time," he prompted softly. I spoke about my nightmares with Cheryl but I hadn't got to the stage of telling JJ about them yet.

"I will, I promise. Just not today."

He nodded and kissed my forehead, pulling a sour face and making a show of wiping his lips.
"Sweaty Betty," he teased, so I shoved his chest forcefully, so forcefully I toppled off the counter and crashed us both into the fridge.

His strong arms cushioned my fall, pulling me flush against his body as he took the impact of the hard kitchen floor. We were silent for a moment before bursting into laughter, trying to quiet ourselves and each other to no avail, as a sleepy John B trudged in, bed head and all.

"What's going on?" he groaned, running a hand through his messy hair as he eyed us on the floor.

"I- we - sorry-"
"Nightmare!"

John B just shook his head and trudged back to his bedroom, JJ standing up and pulling me to my feet.
"Shall we go back to bed?"

"Yep," I yawned, rushing back to  the warmth of the covers and JJ's arms.

"The worst time of my life was when we took that break, you know," JJ mumbled suddenly into my hair.

"Where's this coming from, baby?" I asked, worried.

"I'm just happy to have you in my arms again."

"I never want to leave."

A/N
Sorry this took so long! I've been so busy with school and idk when I'll be able to update next as I'm running out of ideas for this story. I know this chapter was shorter but I just wanted to say I started therapy this week so if anyone is thinking of seeing someone, this is your sign! You don't realise how much talking to a stranger and a professional helps you! Get the help you deserve bbys 🥰