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[ilovehimonmylips]

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jj would love having a clumsy gf.

i mean, he's not very graceful himself... exhibit a: him flying over a mop bucket, and exhibit b: him faceplanting outside the chateau. man's got experience.

he’s quick to brush it off, shouting “m’okay!” and continuing like nothing happened. he’s not shy of the spotlight, but i don't think he's comfortable with making everyone worry. even when he gets knocked out and pushed over the side of a boat, he makes a joke as soon as he wakes up to lighten the mood.

he'd have a playful reaction to your clumsiness too, trying to laugh it off with you as long as there isn't a threat of tears.

"what's goin' on, cupcake? this door run into you?" jj furrows his brows, rushing over as always to assess the situation. you nod sadly, and he breathes hard through his nose, turning his attention to the rickety door of the chateau.

"who do you think you are? huh, punk?" he kicks it back against the wall with a thud, the entire wooden frame wobbling on its hinges. "yeah—see what happens next time you mess with her."

it works like a charm, almost every time making you giggle at the spectacle he's making for you. he'll go on for as long as you need, he'll rip the door off the wall if it'll make you feel better, he just can't stand seeing you upset.

because of that, he is always the first to downplay anything embarrassing that you do with the group. when the cooler outside the chateau runs out of beer, you volunteer to run inside and grab another case. on your way back out, you slip on one of the wooden steps, landing with a thud. your back smacks against the stairs, and the case drops from your grip, landing square on the bottom step. you hear a bubbling erupt from inside the cardboard case, and you sigh. the pogues sitting around the yard all gasp, frozen in place with the unexpectedness of your fall. if the bruise on your back isn't going to make you cry, this might. jj is up in no time, shouting a "woah! woah! mama’s down!" and abandoning his turn to flip burgers at the grill to jog over and help you stand.

"y'alright?" you take his hand and stand beside him, rubbing at your back with the other one. he gets in front of you, running his calloused hands down the sides of your arms. "babe? did y'hit your head?"

"no." you squeak, and he notices your bottom lip trembling, sending his brain into overdrive. you turn to look down at the now leaking case of beer sitting on the bottom step. he follows your eyes, tilting his head to the side when he addresses you again. "alright—nothing to get all upset over."

he rubs your arm, holding out a hand as he moves away from you like you're a spooked deer. he grabs the case, ripping open the side to assess the damage. he pulls out one dented can with a stream spilling from the side. "the rest are as good as new, cupcake. don’t sweat it.”

he tucks the box under his arm, cracking open the disfigured drink and taking a long sip. the beer sits limply in his grip, still spilling from the bottom. he cocks his head as if to ask you to follow. “c’mon, mama, walk it off. those stairs don’t know what hit ‘em.”

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[ilovehimonmylips]

girlhood is being left out 24/7

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[ilovehimonmylips]

bad day ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

summary: JJ’s had a bad day at work and you’re always here to help

authors note: basically pure fluff

word count: 167

You were lying in bed, aimlessly scrolling through social media when your boyfriend, JJ walked in, an irritated look on his face.

You sit up slightly, “Hey j, how was work?”

he says nothing, throwing off his work boots, scrambling toward you, and throwing himself on your body.

you make a surprised noise at the added weight as he buries his face into your warm neck, inhaling the scent of your vanilla perfume.

you sigh, tangling your fingers into the end of his hair, “bad day?”

He responds with a muffled ‘yeah’.

He then begins to place kisses all along your neck, jaw, and collarbone.

“jj..” you chuckle.

“Sorry darlin’ I just missed ya.” He nuzzles his face back into your neck.

You hum, “work that bad?”

“Some asshole kook gave me a hard time.” He mumbles.

You put your hand under his shirt, tracing shapes over his back.

He sighs, content with a smile on his face.

“Wanna have sex?”

“Don't push your luck, JJ.”

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