unfortunately, he overestimated himself. he came into the curve too fast, front wheel wobbling slightly from under him, and before he could adjust—he hit the guardrail. the sound of metal against metal hit his ears before he could register it and the bike flipped onto its side, sending him skidding against the concrete.

his body—face, arms, legs—scraped along the road before halting to a stop. he was on his back, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he stared up at the cloudy sky. his jaw, among multiple other spots of his body ached, he felt the blood running down certain areas, the muscles aching, injuries screaming for help, but he was moving, feeling things. that had to have been good.

he groaned as he pushed himself to sit up straight, everything screaming in protest. he reached over to where his phone, now more cracked than before, lay from where it fell out of his pocket. he thought of calling you, but something deep inside—maybe regret, shame, fear of pity, made him call john b instead.

it took john b less than five minutes to get to the location jj described. and the frist thing that fell out of his mouth was, "dont tell her." john b didnt ask, he knew what that meantwhat he didnt acknowledge apparently, was that telling sarah equates to telling you in some way.

"open the fucking door, jj," you called out. not yelling, but the frustration in your tone couldve been mistaken for it. he sighed, wincing as he pushed off the bed and walked over to unlock and open the door. you pushed the door open fully, now seeing the full extent of his scrapes and bruises.

his shirt was torn slightly at the hem, streaked with the blood and dirt he didnt manage to clean off in time. some of his knuckles were raw, probably from where he scraped them against the concrete on his way down. "jesus christ, jj," you breathed. "i told you that bike wasnt ready to ride."

you stood in front of him now, arms crossed over your chest, blinking far too much to be normal. like you were blinking away tears. "i know, alright? i know," he spoke, voice barely above a whisper, like he was ashamed. you wiped your face with both hands, trying to calm yourself down before you said something irrational. "then why didnt you listen to me, jj?"

he shrugged, staring down at his hands, flexing his fingers, then balling his hands up into fists. "can you just look at me already?" your voice was louder now, but it cracked halfway through, desperation threading itself between the cracks of your calm facade.

he sat on the edge of the bed and looked up, only now giving you the chance to see the scrape running down his jawline, dry blood running down his neck. your face shifted, tears pooling at your waterline yet again. you didnt bother blinking the tears away as you kneeled down, turning head to the side so the moonlight would hit his jaw, giving you a better view at the scrape.

your eyebrows furrowed in worry, "jj... what the hell?" he jerked his head back, your hand falling to your side with the action. you pushed yourself back up to your feet, blinking up at the ceiling to will your tears away. "why, jj! this isnt a fucking joke to me, what if—"

he cut you off before you could continue. "i know, alright?! believe me i fucking know." he sounded somewhere between exhausted and mad, more at himself than anything. "i shouldve listened to you, i-i know. youre right, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?" you threw your armw out by your side.

"i dont care about being right, jj..."

"then what do you care about," he whispered, barely audible.

"i care about you. i care about not being so reckless so you can realize you dont have to do stupid shit to get someones attention, especially mine." his breath caught in his throat, a sound you wouldnt have caught if it was under any other circumstance. you sighed, holding a hand out for him to take, "cmon."

he took your hand after a moment of hesitation, letting you lead him across the hallway and into the bathroom. he put down the toilet lid and sat down without being asked, hand falling down to his lap when you pulled yours away. you didnt say a word as you knelt and pulled the first aid kit you kept under the sink for emergencies, mainly because the guys had made it a chore to get injured at least once a week.

you placed the kit in his lap, kneeling in front of him as you took out the antiseptic wipes and gauze. you were careful with he way you managed his wounds because you loved him. not for his looks, hair, or any other physical trait. but becaue if the roles were reversed, he would treat you the same.

you didnt care for his flaws, but rather the way he didnt let them affect him. which was probably why you were so frustrated with him right now. because he didnt let his flaws affect them, he sometimes forgot he wasnt indestructible, and it worried you off to say the least.

"i really am sorry, baby." he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, but you didnt reply. so he tried again, and again, and again.

"i fucked up, i know that."

"talk to me baby, please."

"i love you, im sorry again."

still, you cotinued to tend to his wounds, not giving him any other words, just the occasional hard pat of the wipe against the edges of his scrapes. you wiped as much of the dried blood that surrounded them as possible before reaching into the first aid kit for the tweezers, pulling out whatever pieces of debris has been lodged into the open wounds.

you tossed the tweezers into the sink after you were done, placing gauze on semi-clean wounds one by one, starting by the side of his leg, then to his arm, and up to his jaw. then you reached into the first aid kit again to grab the medical tape, wrapping it to secure the gauze to his injuries. you grabbed his chin gently, tilting it to the side.

you sighed, pushing yourself back up onto your feet. your hand stayed on his chin, he tilted his head up to look up at you. his eyes were lidded and full of something you couldnt quite recognize but could only assume was regret. with a small smile, you leaned down at pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, so gentle it was barely there.

because despite his stupidity, or that stupid look he gave you when he deeply, truly felt bad, you could never stay mad at him. not that youd want to anyway.

he sat there, on the toilet lid, a small smile on his lips as he watched you walk out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself. for some reason, a part of him still couldnt believe you stayed. through everything.

little did he know, youd never thought of leaving. you never would leave, even if he told you to. you loved him too much to ever think of leaving.

➯ in times when the two of you finally got some well deserved alone time, youd find yourselves in jjs designated bedroom at john bs house. youd be chest to chest, your head resting against his shoulder, fingers tracing small shapes on his clothed chest. all the while hed have a tight grip on your ass, slowly rutting your hips against his, the arousal that coated your bottoms slowly stainign his sweats.

➯ hed wrap an arm around your waist, toying with the waistband of whatever bottoms youd be wearing, tucking the other one on the underside of your thigh. "you need to stop movin', a'ight?" hed take a gentle hold of your hand, your eyes following his every movement, eliciting a small laugh to come from you. "seriously?" you would raise an eyebrow at him as he cupped himself with your hand, just barely pressing down as if to relieve himself.

➯ hed furrow his eyebrows with a pleading look, struggling to hold back. "please baby... ill make you feel s'good mamas, swear." the whisper would come out as a gentle promise, his breath fanning your neck. nine times out of ten, this situation would end up with both of you either rushing off to the chateau, almost tearing each others clothes off or resting against the seats of the twinkie. hell, sometimes youd risk everything by slyly (not slyly) finding each other in a more private area of the beach. heavy, ragged breaths would leave your mouths as you came down from your highs.

➯ sometimes, when in a less that appropriate outfit around him, hed hug you from behind, rubbing his growing erection against your ass. "baby, youre killing me." you would then roll your eyes, supressing a giggle from his earshot. as you turned in his arms, his hands would travel to your ass, pulling you impossibly closer towards him. "cmon mamas, five minutes. s'all i need."

—nsfw!

➯ the tight grip hed have on your ass never faltered, whimpering shamelessly against your lips as you rutted your hips against his, even when fully clothed. he would move to place sloppy, rushed kisses against your neck, eventually moving to your collarbone and back up to your lips. "this is torture, beautiful.."

➯ your mascara stained face would rub against the mattress, makeup residue staining the sheets. youd turn your head to the side, a tear sliding down your cheek as you watched him from your peripheral, right in time for him to land yet another harsh smack against your already red and very swollen ass, his thrusts timed perfectly with the action. kneading the plush flesh and he muttered a half assed apology he probably didnt mean.

"h– holy shit baby.." hed hunch over, pressing his chest against your back, a sheen layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. "all mine, right? this ass is all mine baby. cmon say it.. yknow it is.." he would wrap his forearm around your neck, pulling you back up so the him, your back flush against his chest as you threw your head back onto his shoulder, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck as your release neared.

giggling, you let your fingers trail down his arm, all the way to his hand until you two interlaced your fingers. "shes named after you, j. at least try to bond," you tilted your head up at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, "for me?" he sighed, like hed just been given the hardest task of his life. he turned to press a kiss to the top of your head, "fine, fine. for you, baby."

around ten minutes passed of john b and jj debating something that one would argue did not need to be debated and cleo laughing alongside them, eventually migrating to the backyard when sarah, who was now burping baby jj, shooed them away with a quiet glare only a new mom could gain. you smiled, watching jj soften slightly when a small burp echoed from the baby girls mouth.

you two watched sarah adjust baby jj in her arms so she could stand properly and make her way over to where you and jj were sitting. sarah took a seat on the armrest, "okay, hold your arms out," she directed, stifling a laugh when jj quite literally stuck his arms straight out.

she gently bounced the baby in her arms when she squirmed, rolling her eyes fondly and fixing her words, "okay—no. like youre holding a football, jj." he nodded, a small 'ah' leaving his lips as he adjusted his arms. he stiffened slightly when he felt the babys weight on his arms, not moving a muscle as sarah adjusted baby josies head into the crook of his arm. he leaned further into the couch, shoulders losing a bit of their previous tension.

sarah sat up straight again, rolling out her shoulders with a heavy sigh. "im gonna go... just fuckin' shower or something. you got her?" her question was directed more towards you but jj nodded absentmindedly, his attention fully drawn to the baby in his arms. you looked up at sarah with a small smirk playing on your lips, "we got her, sar." she nodded, dropping the burping cloth onto jjs lap and heading upstairs.

you turned back to jj, only to find him in his own world. he was staring down at baby josie, swaying her in his arms ever so slightly so she wouldnt squirm. you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "shes cute." you could hear the smile in his voice as he said that. "yeah, she is," you turned you head to catch how he looked at her. like she was a new addition into his world and somehow becoming one of the most important parts of it already.

it stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until josie started squirming, face scrunching and reddening slightly like she was about to cry. jj sat up straighter, eyes already staring a hole through the ceiling like he could summon sarah downstairs. "um," he muttered, wincing when a small cry echoed around the living room. "like what—um, what?" he turned to you, eyes already slightly frantic.

"hey, calm down," you smiled warmly, reaching a hand out to run down his back. "just, lift her so her head can rest on your shoulder. maybe she needs some more burping." he nodded along, doing what you said as you placed the burping cloth next to josies mouth. "see, youre a natural, baby," you teased as he began patting her back, ocassionally stopping to rub soothing circles on her back, then resuming his previous motions.

he sat back into the couch after a while, still patting josies back, willing her to burp. and when she finally did, she let out a physical sigh of relief, shifting the baby back to how he was holding her before. "okay, football... got it," he muttered to himself, fixing josies head into the crook of his arm while making sure her diapered butt was in the adjacent hand. he barely hummed when you told him youd be back, glancing up just in time to see you disapper up the stairs.

"hey, this baby things kinda easy, huh?" he whispered down at his goddaughter, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to the babys forehead. "well, guess for you it is. you dont do shit all day," he mumbled, "must be nice." he sighed, leaning back further into the couch, smiling when he caught the faint smile playing on her lips. "youre a cute kid. y'dont cry, love that for you." he trailed off, eyes darting around the room for a conversation starter.

he froze when she whimpered in his arms. he groaned lowly, "cmon kid, dont do that. we were just getting along," he mumbled when she continued, standing slowly and making sure she was secure in his arms as he made his way to the backyard where john b, pope, and cleo were. "jb? the hell do i do?" john bs head snapped up and he stood, slowly taking josie from jjs arms and holding her in his.

the two headed inside, john b shifting josie to one arm while moving to rummage around the kitchen to prepare a bottle. jj leaned against the counter, eyebrow raised at how easily john b handled the situation considering before josie, he was one of the biggest wildcards of the group. after preparing a bottle, he handed josie back to jj and making sure she was settled before testing the bottle on his wrist and handing it to him.

john b watched as jj slowly eased the bottle into baby jjs mouth, catching the small smile that appeared on his lips when she finally latched, tiny hands coming up to grip the bottle. "you like this kid, dont you?" jj looked up at john b, smile falling from his face, eyes darting away from him. he scoffed, " 'course not, just takin' care of the kid." john b nodded, a small "right, right," leaving his lips like he didnt believe him, because he didnt.

"just admit it, j!" john b called as he made his way back to the backyard. jj rolled his eyes, walking back over to the living room couch, sitting down slowly and letting his eyes drift back down to the baby in his arms. "i like you kid, you catch my drift. youre cool, i mean you got me as an uncle, bound to happen." he mumbled, easing the bottle back into her mouth when it fell out of her lips. he threw his head back on the couch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

he sat back up, ducking his head down again to press a kiss to her temple, smiling when she shifted closer into him. "you and me, kid? were gonna be really good friends. i can see it. i got superpowers 'n shit y'know? im actually superjj. like superman, but better. dont tell anyone, though." his head darted up at the sudden movement in his peripheral, catching you standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile playing on your face. his smile dropped.

the high hit like a freight train. because as youd find out the following morning, the weed brownie in its entirety was around thirty milligrams, meant to be split into four. but, because it was jj, he didnt exactly ask, nor care for, the specifics. which is why you were where you were right now.

you were lying in the middle of your bed, sprawled out like a starfish while jj lay between your legs, his head smushed between your thighs while you both stared at the ceiling fan spinning above you. "y'ever wonder how stars work, baby?" he asked, eyes half-lidded as they lazily traced a small crack on the wooden ceiling.

a small giggle escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself, "what? that doesnt make sense, jay." he sat up faster than you could register, eyes locking onto yours as he moved to prop his hands up beside your head, "no, like, it totally make sense if your think about it," he said with a little too much confidence.

your eyes narrowed, slightly red at the edges, "okay...how?" he puffed his cheeks up before flopping down onto the the bed beside you, heaving out a break like he'd run a marathon. "like, do y'think they turn off during the day? or do they get sad cause the suns brighter?"

the laugh that left your lips filled the room, warming jjs chest in a way he didnt think was possible with the high that had begun settling deep in his chest. he groaned, failing to his the way his lips twitched up into a smile. "baby, im serious!" you clutched your stomach, a small tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

"thats why its funny!"

he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, your laughter quieting to a stop. you turned to look to him, taking in the way his bottom lip jutted out slightly. you rolled over then, draping your leg over his hip and pushing yourself up to fully straddle him.

his pout faded as fast as it was there, his hands unraveling to take purchase on your thighs, the very same ones pressing against his hips. jj got hard embarrassingly quick, his length pressing against your ass. you giggled, shifting to get comfortable, unintentionally riling him up even more.

he chased your touch when you lifted yourself off his hips. he whined, reaching up to grab your waist and tug you back down. "stay here, y'look cute." he smiled up at you, watching as you shifted to lie down on his chest. "you're not sneaky," you mumbled against his chest, feeling his hand slide down your back and rest on the small of your back.

jj smirked against your neck, hand sliding further so he could grab a handful of your ass, grinding you against his erection. you gasped softly, pushing yourself up against his chest and smiling down at him. he looked up at you with reddened eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching with a hint of a smile.

you smiled, leaning down to capture his lips with yours. jj deepened the kiss immediately, hand flying to the back of your neck and holding it steady as you both continued kissing each other like you were being deprived of oxygen. with barely any effort, he flipped both of you over, slotting himself between your thighs, and ducking his head to kiss down the side of your neck.

you giggled, tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck while your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up, nails grazing his chest as you continued pulling it up, eventually pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. you pulled jj back up to your lips smiling into yet another kiss.

a rustle from the living room, followed by john b and sarahs laughs, made you freeze. jj didnt hear it, of course, he just moved to the kiss the tops of your boobs, tugging your shirt till it pooled at your chest, and pressing his face into your chest.

he stopped when you shooed him away, about to protest before you slapped a hand over his mouth, giving him wide eyes as if telling him to shut up and listen. when jj finally did hear them, he barely stopped to think before he burst out laughing, completely miscalculating how much space he had and instead rolling off the bed with a dull thud.

"jj, what the—" you barely got the words out before pausing for a moment, then joining him in laughter. from outside of your room, john b paused, cocking an eyebrow. "are they... okay?" he asked sarah, who had already been dozing off against his shoulder after an extensive harry potter marathon (theyd barely gotten through the second movie before calling it quits).

sarah shrugged lazily, cuddling closer into john bs side, "did you forgot who youre talking about? of course theyre not okay." john b snorted before shrugging, wrapping an arm around sarah, tugging her closer in an attempt to drown out jj and yours not quieting giggles.

back in your room, jj had finally climbed back in bed, still giggling as he tugged your shift back into place and got comfortable with you as his human pillow. it barely took five minutes before the two of you passed out, the warmth of the high still lingering in both your systems.

your eyes squinted open only hours later, darting over to the clock on your nightstand that read 2:47 am in bright red light. your high had settled for the most part, still slightly there, but now you actually left like you were in your body instead of feeling like you were floating outside of it.

the only thing that was missing? your 6 foot, 185 pound human teddy bear. you looked around the dimly lit room, finding the mop of your boyfriends blonde head on the floor. curious, you leaned over to see what he was doing.

and of course, because you had a boyfriend like jj, who had just survived the 'biggest high of his life', that meant he went on your laptop to watch legally blonde, a can of soda next to it, with a bowl of whatever stale chips he had found in the kitchen now tightly held against his chest like the cookie monster was going to steal them.

you bit back a laugh, instead deciding to roll of the bed with a huge weighted blanket already surrounding you like a cape. he looked up at you and smiled while you lied down next to him, makign sure he had some of the blanket as well, stealing a couple of chips from the bowl before he could stop you.

he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer into his side and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "best high ever." you sniffled back a laugh but didnt say anything, instead just scooted closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder.

he was right though, best high ever.