all i ask ~ jj maybank x reader
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
warnings: language, angst to fluff, world ending, definitely not a happy ending.
notes: I recommend listening to the song while you read.
this was hard to write lmao, I was watching 'Don't Look Up' and this came into my mind, idk if it makes sense but I tried. I'm also obsessed with Adele rn, so whenever I feel like writing angsty stuff I'll probably add more to this collection.
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Look, don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
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"We advise you to stay indoors, find your loved ones and-" the reporter on the TV paused. He never finished his sentence. "Good night America, and in this case the world, this is James Harper signing off."
Then the TV went black. You took a shakey breath, looking around the room at the pogues. Sarah was sitting on John B sobbing into his neck, Pope was deep in thought beside them pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had finally stopped pacing at least.
Kie was laying sprawled out like a starfish on the carpet, eyes glossed over and tired. A breeze flushed through the open window of the chateau, you looked out to see JJ smoking and staring up into the sky.
You stood from your spot on the couch and walked to the front door, it creaked open and you stepped out towards JJ. He tensed, acknowledging your presence, breath hitching as you leaned against the railing beside him.
"Hi," you said.
"Hi," he whispered back, looking down at both of your hands and passing you his joint. You took it from him, fingers brushing and sending sparks up your arm. Carefully bringing it to your lips you inhaled and let out a puff of smoke, feeling your body relax and ground into the floor. It was calming.
Out in the distance you watched an orange streak flash across the sky, it was closer than ever and you took another quick puff to try to halt the nervous shaking of your body.
"Cupcake," he turned to you and brushed his thumb over your knuckles, you shivered at the contact and squeezed your eyes shut at the nickname "I know you hate me right now... but, can we just pretend that you don't?"
Pretend. You looked into his eyes, the eyes you used to adore. Well, you still did, but they also held new signs of remorse and frustration.
You tried to push those thoughts out of your mind, "I don't hate you Jayj. I could never hate you,"
A flash of gratefulness flashed over his features, leaving quickly though. You looked down knowing he could see in your eyes that you didn't fully mean what you said.
"I ain't asking for forgiveness," he whispered, "Please, can we please just pretend? Like we're not scared of what's coming next?"
You nodded slowly.
'What's coming next... you mean the giant meteor hurtling toward Earth that would likely kill us all by morning? Yeah, let's pretend.' You thought.
"Look, don't get me wrong, I know there is no tomorrow. All I ask is if this is my last night with you..." he stumbled over his words, "Love me like I'm more than just a friend."
'It matters how this ends, what if I never love again?' you told yourself, thoughts continuing to scramble.
You stepped towards JJ and buried your face into his shirt, tears that you didn't know you had been crying soaking the fabric, "I'm so scared," you heard yourself say.
He wrapped his arms around you and brought his face to your hair, "I know," he said, "I am too,"
"Can we go inside?" you asked, looking up at him. He nodded in agreement and grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You sulked back into the chateau closing and locking the door, as if that would do anything to protect you.
Kie was now sitting up and gave you a soft smile at the sight of you and JJ holding each other. You sat on the floor at Pope and John B's feet, sitting in between JJ's legs, leaning back into his chest.
You sat in silence until Sarah spoke up, "I love you guys, your the best friends I could ever ask for-" she sobbed.
You brought your hands to your face, covering your eyes and letting out a shakey breath.
"Love you," everyone whispered back into the silence of the room.
You felt the ground shake and you let out a sob, eyes growing blurry. Kie scooched over to the couch and leaned against Pope and John B as well closing her eyes and fiddling with her bracelets. You shifted around in JJ's lap to face him, arms and legs wrapping around his torso.
JJ felt his heart break at the sight of your tears, "I love you cupcake," he whispered to you and only you.
"I love you," you choked on your tears. The room began to feel hot, your clothes felt like they were sticking to your body. "And I forgive you,"
"No, y/n-" he started. Your ears began to ring a high-pitched noise.
"I know you don't want me to but I do, I forgive you JJ. And I love you. You are the only one that gets me." you rambled.
You wiped the tears off his cheeks kissing him deeply. The sky outside got brighter as you broke away, you looked over at Kie and grabbed her hand. She squeezed it back and grabbed Sarah's with her other hand.
"Shit, shit, shit." Pope cursed leaning into John B and JJ as you all felt the house shake more rapidly.
JJ started frantically humming his favorite song into your ear, you held onto your friends for dear life.
'All I ask,' you started to pray.
And then everything went black.
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Suns and Cigarettes
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa, minor Kristoff/Anna
Did I write this right after the other one? Yes.
Another challenge from @artemis0122 , actually, lucky gal to have her challenges back to back.
Put this song on loop when you read this, or not, whichever suits you.
“You don’t smoke.”
He knew, because he had spent years with her, had heard the countless times that she had complained regarding people’s habit of smoking wherever and whenever—polluting the air that everyone else was breathing, in her words exactly—he knew because he had stopped smoking for her, because she would only accept his proposal if he promised to fulfill this wish of hers.
Her hair was still damp, dripping bits of water to the fake wooden flooring they had installed on the small balcony of their apartment, a result from their shared bath just a short while ago. He had scrubbed and shampoo her long platinum blonde hair, and in turn her fingers had massaged his scalp as he shut his eyes and lean into her touch.
The top she was wearing was powder blue, it’s strap loose and hanging off one shoulder while she leaned against the railings, smooth pale legs in clear view as she wore nothing but white shorts. He liked this side of hers, at her most casual, compared to the uptight and reserved image that she held high in public. This side of her was for his eyes only.
Carelessly tapping the ash of the cigarette trapped between her fingers, nails freshly painted to match her outfit, Elsa had chuckled humorlessly. “The world is ending, Hans. What more could I lose from smoking, now of all times?”
Standing by her side, he was not dressed so differently from her, in his deep maroon shirt and gray sweatpants, not his usual suits and tie that he would wear to work each and every day. Not something funeral worthy, in his opinion, but it was comfortable and comfort is the one thing they desperately needed.
“Did you call Anna?”
Elsa hummed, nodding, as she took another deep inhale of the nicotine, breathing out the off-white puff of smoke from between her lips. “Yes. She cried, of course, but Kristoff is there.”
He knew what she wanted the most was to be with her sister, in the last day of her life—all of their lives really—but they couldn’t travel all the way across the world to where she was, not with what the world has spiraled into. To stay here, in their apartment, listening in and watching as people below turned into utter chaos, was the best for them.
Pressing his lips against hers, he could taste nothing but the thick nicotine and the smoke instead of her usual flavored lip balm. Her lips were unmoving for a split second before she had kissed him back, and when he had pulled away he could see the tears that she was trying her hardest to blink away. So, he didn’t bring that up and instead had taken the cigarette from her grasp and inhaled that same poison she had been nursing, even with the faint traces of her lipstick.
“What do you want to do now?”
Her head was tilted to the side when she had turned to look at him, not even asking for her cigarette back—only God knows where she had even got it in the first place considering her deep hatred toward the thing.
And he could only shrug. Because what did he want to do? They had a literal countdown to when the world was ending, broadcasted everywhere before TV stations had collapsed and they were left with nothing but statics on their screen. But they, sick and tired of everything, had managed to set the alarm that they got from their bedroom, so they could see the ticking clock counting back if they wanted to, they set the alarm on their coffee table after all.
“The sun won’t shine tomorrow.” It was what they had said, on TV, because it wouldn’t exist tomorrow. It will explode into nothingness because the sun was an old star that was dying, and when it died it will bring down every planet that orbited around it, including earth.
So the world was ending.
“Do you want to dance, Hans?”
They barely dance, only at official parties and their wedding day, because Elsa didn’t like dancing and he was fine with that. He never forced her to, she just kind of accept her fate if it was needed for her to dance.
So her question was new, but so did everything she did today, didn’t it?
Nodding, he had disposed of the cigarette—putting it out by pressing the end against the outdoor round glass table Elsa had insisted on having—and normally she would be absolutely furious over the act, but now she had only watched wordlessly before he had taken her hand in his and tugged her back inside.
They didn’t have music to dance to. Just swaying in the quiet of their living room, both keeping their eyes on one another, refusing to even take a glance at the alarm clock on their coffee table. But then they had music, kind of, when Elsa had started to quietly hum to herself, pressing her body closer to his until her cheek rested against his shoulder.
He didn’t know what she was humming, he wasn’t sure it was an actual song to begin with, but he held her close either way as he dared himself to look over her toward the clock as he had nothing else to lose.
They had exactly ten minutes and four seconds until the world caved in.
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