#beach?

part 2 to wish.

Summary : you’re right back where you started. is this an end or a new beginning?

Pairing : jj maybank x reader

Quotes : “if I know what love is, it is because of you.” “i thought you’d be here.”

“you’re the only one that matters.” “don’t push me away again.”

Notes : angst | hurt/comfort.

Part 3 will be out tomorrow! I couldn’t sum it up in just 2 fics so mini series?

it’s been weeks.

weeks and yet you can’t move on. you didn’t even expect yourself too, you were in love and it’s easy to fall in love but hard to fall out of it.

You haven’t been completely miserable. You life going forth as if your breakup was a minor bump in the road. You didn’t let yourself spiral down the dark empty road, when you knew you had no one to pull you back out.

Jj was handling it worse though. He didn’t exactly express what he felt, finding it hard to explain, to even form coherent sentences when he came to think of the mess he seemingly made.

Were things meant to go south? No. But did they? Fuck yes.

He knew he was being a dick. But you can’t exactly blame a teenager, one who was dealing with shit that kids his age were kept away from, to differentiate between protecting the one you love and shutting them out?

He did what he felt was best for your sake, but boy was he wrong.

Everyday, your lives worked in parallel. The one link, the one knot that binded or converged the two of you seemingly faded away, like dust settling on top of an old book, blown away without a second thought.

A party. The ultimate source to drown your sorrows but getting shit drunk and dancing your troubles away.

You didn’t decide to dress up much. You weren’t going there to reel in guys but rather lower your defences for just one night, to be carefree and let go and have fun with your clique of friends. full kook.

“Jj you coming to the beach later yea? Oh m not asking m “ordering” you to join us.” Jj couldn’t help but roll his eyes at kies comment. He wouldn’t lie, she could be very persuasive and do whatever shit it takes to get things done her way. He hated and liked this about her, all at the same time.

It was almost 8. The party might’ve already started, the beach crowding with a suffocating amount of teens, who has lopsided grins and were, well, horny out of their minds.

Jj hopped into John b’s Twinkie, feeling slightly better and humanly after week. Keyword slightly.

By the time they reached the beach, people had already arrived. The kooks the tourons and the pogues. The teens did know how to party.

“Yo Pope, stop staring at kie and gimme a hand with this keg man.” John B couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the look on popes face. “Not cool man, not cool.” Jj grinned at pope before taking the kegger to one of the rocky stands, giving them enough grip to place it down.

You arrived with your kook girlfriends, almost a min after Jj and his pogue gang. You knew he was here, you had seen John b’s twinkie when you arrived.

You sighed, internally debating whether you should go and let loose or go back and snuggle in the warmth of your blankets with a Jane Austen novel in hand.

Fuck it. You weren’t gonna leave just because of some teenage emotions. You were here for your sake, not his.

Taking in a deep breathe you head on went in the middle of the group of sweaty teens dancing carefree. Something you were sure you’d achieve in the next few mins.

Aliah, one of your friends, had bought u some hard drinks, not the drugged kind but enough to set a haze by just a few sips. You knew no matter what, you couldn’t get blackout drunk, not when you had no one with you or your friends if you can even call them that.

With that, you let yourself get lost in the rhythm trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.

Jj has seen you, the second you had stepped foot on the beach. It wasn’t like he was searching for you but rather that he simply… found you. just like he had all those months ago.

You were tired. Mentally physically emotionally or was it at every level? you didn’t know. But you did know what would help you. The waves.

You pushed past people and made a beeline towards the beach, hoping to drown out the loud music with the calming sounds of the crashing waves.

Jj followed you. For your sake? Maybe. For his assurance? Probably. He wanted to talk it out with you. He wanted to let you know what he felt. He couldn’t just let you slip away. So if that meant he’d have to follow you like a creep, he would.

Huh hi okay. It’s 1.23 am guys I need sleep but 😔😔😔💔💔💔💔.

Part 3? Fuck yes. Tomorrow? maybe. I should stop typing, yes.

Anyways, I hope you guys like this filler of sorts :))

I have yet to see this on Tumblr — but there was public, Instagram post with a photo of Chris & Will over the holiday.