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WHY DOES JJ LOOKS LIKE FUCKING CARTMAN WHEN HE WAS LITTLE????
On episode 10 of Yuri on ice
Okay people, this episode was the best one of the whole anime so far (at least for me). Episode highlights: -Viktor narrating the beginning of the episode. - Fun in the pool with Chris = gorgeous bishie photo shoot. - Yurio in a Katsuki family photo ft. Russian son in law. - Yuri's angels, and Yurio being protective of them - Viktor calling Yuri a sleeping beauty. - Also says that staying at Yuri's was like being in heaven. - Pijama party ft. Yuri, Viktor and Chris - Yuri "let's have a date in Barcelona" Katsuki - Yurio literally scaping from his fans. It turns into an unexpected date in Parc Güell. - "Are you going to be my friend or not?" - Let's buy matching rings!!!! - Okay this anime is going to end in a big ass wedding, now I'm sure of it. - Fangirling over YurioXOtabek. - Everyone noticing the rings. - Pichit proclaming that Vikturi are fucking getting married. - Otabek joining in the applause, I swear that killed me. - JJ, my poor baby. Nobody listens you... - Yurio kicking Viktor. - Is Yurio jealous ... or what the fuck mas that? - Minami and triplets joining to fangirl over Yuri. - THE ENDING!!!! - Yuri dance off. - Pole dancing with Chris. - Dancing with future husband. - Be my coach Viktor!!!!!! - And you can literally see when Viktor falls for Yuri in that fucking instant. Okay, these are some that I needed to pint out but there's more. As someone born and raised in Barcelona I was looking forward to this chapter. I didn't thought they would show the city so much and I was kind of scared at the beginning because of the image they would show of the city. (I swear, if something to estereotipical appeared in this episode I wss going to get pissed). I mean, I love this city so fucking much. Honestly, I was ready for the worst. I love this anime, but I was afraid that they messed up just because a lack of research. But I have to tell everyone that they fucking nailed it!!!!!!! Not just the most famous buildings and places of the city (Sagrada Família, Casa Batlló, Plaça Espanya, Parc Güell, Passeig Marítim...), they also nailed every single detail Viktor and Yuri go to a fair, just before the thing with the rings, it's called Fira de Santa Llúcia and it's a square full of stalls that sell Christmas decorations, it's just in the city for December. Its just in front of the Catedral de Barcelona, where the rong scene happens. The Christmas lights on the streets they showed are the actual Christmas lights here. I could recognize in what street they were just for seeing the lights. Talking about reconizing, ths street were Yuri loses the bag, which is also the street were they have dinner, is Passeig the Gràcia. In this street there are two houses designed by the modernist architect Antoni Gaudí (it's just in front one of this houses that Yuri loses the bag), he also designed the street loghts and the patterns on the ground of the street, and I could recognize them!! If you see similarities between this house I told you and the park where Yurio and Otabek become bros you are not allucinating or anything, Gaudí also designed this park (Parc Güell), and he also designed Sagrada Família, of course. And, I know this is stupid but I'm also going to say it. The tables and chairs of the dinner restaurant are the tipical tables and chairs that bars and restaurant use to put in the exterior. They even nailed this details. Honestly, BEST EPISODE EVER!!! And sorry for the long post...
Call It What You Want | Spencer Reid
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (singer!reader)
Summary: You lost your reputation, but you gained something so much better.
Warning/s: angst, fluff later on, hostage situation, online bullying, hate comments, stalking, reader has a stalker, famous reader, mentions of guns and knives (light use too), marriage, pregnancy, about babies and birth, in this the song is referred to as Y/N's song (that's not true of course), pet names (pretty boy, gorgeous, love...), also skipped a few parts of the song (sorry)
Author's note: So reader basically entered her Reputation era, but with a happy ending. That's it.
Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
My castle crumbled overnight
I brought a knife to a gunfight
They took the crown, but it's alright
All the liars are calling me one
Nobody's heard from me for months
I'm doing better than I ever was
The cold breeze of the night in the middle of the giant city as you walked perhaps wasn't doing doing you any favors at all. The coat that you wore wasn't really doing its job. It was supposed to keep you warm during the nights out like this one, but it was anything but. You felt yourself crossing your arms in hopes to pull your coat tighter to yourself so you could gain some warmth, but sadly it wasn't working.
With a disappointed, quiet sigh you swang the bag you had in front of yourself hunting for your keys as you walked along the secured parking lot. You passed a whole lot of cars as you continued to trash through your bad, but not one of those cars was yours.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached your car, the sound of your keychain juggling as you tried to get a hold of the key properly.
The whole time you were walking over to your car you felt an overwhelming sensation of the feeling that something, or rather someone, was following your every step. Panic was drowning you as you tried to get into your car as fast as you possibly could.
However, once you finally managed to put the key in due to your shaking hands, you felt a hand covering your mouth. The last thing you heard was your own terrified scream before you drifted into unconsciousness.
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The coldness of the uncomfortable chair send a million of shivers down your spine. Your head was pounding so much that it started to be unbearable. At that moment you tried to bring your palm onto the side of your head, but you couldn't move your hands. At that moment you noticed the tight rope with which you were tied up in a chair.
You felt a sense of panic wash over you as you pulled against the ropes, but it was no use. It wasn't working like you hoped it would.
Suddenly, though, you heard a sound that you were sure would haunt you forever if you ever got out of there. The laugh of the person that took you hostage.
"Don't worry, my love," The vile man smiled at you. "Now you can finally be mine forever."
It sickened you.
The way he approached you, the way he slowly reached out to you to place his hand on your cheek as he talked to you. You felt like you could throw up at the sight of it alone.
"How- how did you..." your voice trembled as you spoke, trying to hold your ground, but to no use. "Why did you do this?"
"I've been watching you for a while, gorgeous," He said, rubbing circles against your cheek. "You are simply gorgeous, I just had to have a pretty thing like you."
You were terrified because at that moment you realized that it was over. You were never getting out of this. Your stalker would make your life a living hell just because of the way you looked and the fact that you did what you loved since you were a child.
He slowly let go of your cheek as he stepped back, not once breaking the eye contact with you. You couldn't help but let one tear slide down your cheek. It was over for you.
And just as you began to drown in your own sorrows, the door of the basement in which he held you were broken down.
"FBI!" Someone yelled out, the flash of the lights that filled the room were too bright, you couldn't see the FBI agents that entered. "Don't move!"
The guns were held up, surrounding your stalker who was, thankfully, weaponless.
Your head was hurting you even worse than it did before because of the flashing lights, but you had never felt a bigger sense of relief washing over you than at the moment when they forcefully entered and you felt someone moving to you.
"Are you okay, miss?" You turned your head slowly, in fear that your head was going to ache even more. The last thing that you wanted was to faint now.
"Y-Yes," You barely whispered to the man who was untying you as fast as he possibly could. "Thank you."
"Reid!" You heard another man shout, his voice ringing with authority. "Get her our of here now."
Perhaps you were still frozen from the shock, but you didn't know exactly how you suddenly got outside. You were sat down as the paramedics checked over you. Your head was still spinning and everything was hurting you, but it could've been worse.
At that moment, Spencer stood aside watching over you silently. He couldn't help himself. He simply couldn't help but to admire you as the paramedics did their job.
"What's up with you, pretty boy?" Derek came over to him, his voice hinting that he was really for teasing. "You have a crush on our singer, huh?"
"W-What? No, of course not." Spencer felt himself flush and Derek stared to laugh at the genius.
"Really?" Morgan mockingly put his hand on his chest to express that he didn't believe anything that came out of Spencer's mouth. "Because, if I'm being honest, pretty boy, your staring kind of gave it away."
Spencer was growing more red as the seconds passed. He kept quiet up until Derek stopped laughing and looked at him.
"You should ask her out." He suggested.
"I don't know." Spencer whispered so quietly that Morgan almost didn't catch it.
Before Morgan could say anything else the voice of one of the paramedics announced that you were free to go, and Spencer felt himself suddenly walk over to you without even realizing it as Morgan continued to watch with amusement.
"Hey."
You turned around at the sound of Spencer's voice and Spencer felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs. Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars that covered the cold night sky and he felt himself getting flushed again.
"Am... I- I was wondering i-if you would like me t-to take you home." Spencer stuttered a bit as you made eye contact with him, listening to him speaking."
You smiled at him, he was truly, utterly gorgeous. "That's really sweet, but I don't want to bother you."
"Please, it would be a pleasure to make sure you come home safe."
And so, after a while, you accepted his request and made a promise in front of the door of your apartment to keep in touch with the FBI agent who saved your life and will continue to save your life for as long as there is air in his lungs and the stars in his eyes.
'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream
Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to
My baby's fly like a jet stream
High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to
After all that happened to you with your stalker that was now put into prison, you decided to dissappear from the public eye for a while. You yearned for a break that was much needed. But with the break that you publicly announced and a promise to dissappear for a while you had to be more careful.
The trips to the simple places like grocery stores were yet another opportunity to dress up so no one could possibly recognize you. At that time, the number of the baseball caps, and a whole bunch of oversized hoodies, seemed to drastically increase and it continued to do so.
But there was a minor slip-up after 6 months since you disappeared.
It was a surprisingly quiet night. Spencer returned from the case earlier and you decided to take a walk around the town after visiting a local coffee shop.
You were so wrapped up in each other, soaking up every moment you had with each other. Sharing a whole lot of stolen kisses, looks, his hand nested itself on your shoulders, sharing laughter and smiles, eyes spanking. They were full of happiness and utter joy every time you were with him.
What neither of you expected was for Penelope practically tearing down the whole conference room, almost breaking down the door the next day just so she could get to Spencer.
Spencer was sitting at his chair, looking over the files along with everyone else when he found himself being startled as he watched Penelope waving the newest copy of today's newspaper as she practically screamed in excitement.
He was rather confused by her suddenly excitement even though it wasn't unusual for her. But once he saw her slamming the newspaper in the middle of the desk he felt himself getting pale.
Spencer and you made a cover of today's news. The headline, written in overly dramatic big letters with the fine print, read "AFTER 6 MONTH SHE MADE AN APPERCEIVE! FAMOUS SINGER Y/N Y/L/N SEEN WITH A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!!"
Just below the headline there was a picture of him and you from the night before. His arm was placed over your shoulders, bringing you closer to warm you up and keep you safe. His face was somehow, somewhat, covered by his hair because of the wind that couldn't be contained that night. Your hand was holding his that was slang over your shoulders. Your smile was radiant, your eyes shining as you kept your gaze on him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the photo.
"Explain yourself now, Spencer Reid!" Penelope shrieked, her voice getting higher each second. "What the hell are you doing with freaking Y/N Y/L/N!!"
He started stuttering so much, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but his nerves got the best of him. Suddenly, he felt a hand slapping his back sending him forward a bit as Morgan laughed.
"Good for you, pretty boy." Morgan smiled at him, teasingly. "Good for you."
All my flowers grew back as thorns
Windows boarded up after the storm
He built a fire just to keep me warm
All the drama queens taking swings
All the jokers dressin' up as kings
They fade to nothin' when I look at him
Pretty soon a year had passed since the hostage situation which included you being in danger.
A year since you met Spencer, a year of nothing but love and happiness.
Spencer opened the door of his apartment and held it like that so you could get into the apartment before him.
You stepped into the apartment, shaking the snowflakes that stuck to your head on this, quite cold, night in late November. You stood still for a moment, admiring Spencer as he removed his purple scarf before quickly lighting up the fire in the fireplace so that the warmth could spread around your home.
However, you noticed the slight change in his demeanor as you sat yourselfs on the couch near the fireplace. You, however, decided to not say anything because you knew that he would say what he wanted to once he was ready. You didn't want to put more pressure on him, but the plain fact that he was nervous made you extremely so, too.
Finally, Spencer took a deep breath before he turned to you.
"I know that this might seem sudden," Spencer started as he shyly looked into your concerned eyes that watched him talk carefully. "But I feel like I know you for longer than a year. I feel like I've known you my whole life. You complete me in every possible way one person can complete another. You bring immense joy in my life every single day. You show me that life and even people can be good every single day and I believe you despite all of the horrible things I see every day."
You were deeply touched by his confessed, but you were slightly confused because you could quite figure out as to why he was saying all of this to you right now.
"I can't imagine not waking up to you every moment," Spencer confessed, looking longingly into your eyes and you found yourself surprised when the sudden realization that he didn't stutter once drained on you. "I can't imagine seeing you every day, listening to your voice and admiring everything that you do."
Suddenly, he stood up and slowly lowered himself on one knee in front of you. He held out a small box in his hand before he continued to speak. You felt like you couldn't breathe once you realized what was about to happen, what was already happening.
"I simply can not imagine my life without you in it," Spencer continued as tears gathered in your eyes. "Will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me?"
"Yes!" You spoke up after you had gotten over your frozen state of shock. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Spence!" You said, voice full of love as he slipped a beautiful ring onto your finger.
As you sat there by the fire, you knew that you had found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The snow continued to fall outside, but you knew that nothing could beat the warm feeling in the apartment and in your heart.
And I know I make the same mistakes every time
Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right
I did one thing right
I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers
Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right
Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night
Two years flashes by to fast for you to keep up it seemed like.
Spencer and you got married as fast as you possibly could. You love each other more than anything and you were ready so you figured why not do it immediately. The life had been a bliss. And just when it seemed like it couldn't be better you found out that you were pregnant.
Spencer was overjoyed. He always wanted to have children, he always wanted to be a father. And now he could do it with the person he most loved, admired and cared for. He truly felt like passing out the moment he found out. And he did, but would always deny it with a blush glued to his face every time Morgan brought it up to tease him.
The moment your water broke all hell broke loose. Luckily, Spencer was at home so the only thing you had to do was to grab your hospital bag, keys and head to the car. You were 100% prepared for this.
However, you always felt like the moment it happened and it was finally time to go to the hospital you would be the one who would go into a panicked frenzy. So it was safe to say that you were genuinely surprised that once Spencer and you managed to stumble into the car and were on your way, you were the one who had the role of comforting the one who was in panic. Spencer was gripping the wheel so tightly you were scared that he would break it. It would be rather amusing if you weren't in so much pain already.
But after hours of labor and excruciating following hours of birth once you felt limp against the mattress, still holding onto Spencer's hand which you gripped so hard, but he never once complained, bless his heart, everything truly was worth it once you heard the loud yet at the same time soft cries of your baby girl.
Now, as you laid in the bed in another hospital room you couldn't move your eyes away from the sweet sight of Spencer sleeping in the chair right next to your bed with your baby girl in his arms. It was truly the sweetest sight you had ever witnessed. Spencer's messy hair was spread everywhere as his arms tightened around your little bundle of joy, but not to tightly to hurt her. The moment he got her in his arms, he wouldn't let her go. You guessed that he was afraid thay something unexpected would happen even though you gave your best to reassure him.
After hours of sleeping once you woke up, you could fall back asleep for some reason. Not that you complained.
You heard the door open and you turned your head that was still pressed against the pillow on the bed at the direction of the door. It was JJ, trying to enter as quietly as she possibly could while carrying a few cups of coffee.
"How are you, mama?" She whispered softly as he took a seat on another chair on the other side of your bed.
"Still a bit sore, but fine." You gave her a small smile that she softly returned. "I'm just so glad that this happened." You confessed quietly as you looked at JJ.
"I made a lot of mistakes in my life," You said as she listened to your every word. "But having our daughter with him... I know that I did one thing right."
I want to wear his initial
On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck
Not because he owns me
But 'cause he really knows me
Which is more than they can say, I
I recall late November
Holdin' my breath, slowly I said
"You don't need to save me
But would you run away with me?"
Yes (would you run away?)
A few months later another headline was released in many newspapers and magazines. There were a bunch of articles all over internet, too.
The newest addition of the People's magazine was laying on Penelope's dest by her screens. Derek soon enough entered the room with a curious look.
"Hey, baby girl," He greeted as he pressed a kiss on Penelope's cheek, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newest addition of the magazine. "What are you up to?"
"Why hello handsome," she greeted with a smile before she brought the attention back to the magazine. "Look who made the cover."
And sure enough, on the front cover of the magazine, at the very top, there was a headline written with big, capital letters saying: Y/N Y/L/N MARRIED!? THE MUSIC STAR WAS SEEN WITH HER HUSBAND AND HER BABY OUT ON THE WALK FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!"
Below the dramatic headline there was a picture of Spencer and you holding hands, dressed in warm clothes as you walked around the city on a cold, snowy November night. In front of you there was a stroller in which your daughter, Annie, was in. Your hand was quite visible along with the ring that was clearly a weeding ring. Spencer had his arm around your shoulder, showcasing his ring as well.
On the bottom of the cover there were some other news that were in slightly smaller font. You also released the new song after a long while. The song was called "Call It What You Want" and it said to turn the page 13 for the full lyrics and Derek did just that.
Penelope couldn't help but to let out a screech after she practically showed the magazine in his face. And just as Derek finished reading the lyrics to the song he couldn't help but to smile.
"Good for you, pretty boy," Derek pointed out, happily. "Good for you."
"Give me the magazine back," Penelope excitedly ordered him. "I'm gonna frame this now."
My baby's fit like a daydream
Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to
(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to
My baby's fly like a jet stream
High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new
(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to
Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want
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- we’re at this Halloween party and this guy tried to drug your drink and I should probably tell you you’re also really cute | with jj, pretty please? 💙
ofc my love!!!
warnings: mentions of attempted drugging
“hey, hey, come here,” some blond asked of you when you came out of the bathroom.
“i’m here with somebody,” you told him in case he was looking for something else in you.
“yeah, i know. the guy in green and yellow? looks like something out of the nineties?” he further questioned as you nodded your head. “do you know him well?”
“first date,” you informed him, wondering where the babbling boy was headed with all this.
“he just slipped something into your drink while you were gone.” you eyed him as he spoke. how could you know he was telling the truth? you knew more about the guy you were with than this dude so you shouldn’t trust the blond, right? he must’ve noticed your uncertainty and explained more. “my friend told me that if your ice doesn’t float, your drink has been tampered with and look at yours. i know it sounds weird that i know that but i’ve seen it happen to one of my friends before a few times.”
“shit,” you sighed, leaning against the wall next to the blond while you watched the one you were supposed to be with talk to some other guy and girl. “thanks, uhh…”
“jj,” he informed you while you nodded.
“y/n.”
“you’re pretty cute, y/n,” he stated before you giggled and his eyes widened at what he said. “i mean, uh, your costume looks cute on you, you know?”
“thank you, jj.”
“this party blows anyway. want to come to a little get together with some of my friends?” he offered, holding out a hand to you which you happily took in your red-gloved one.
“that sounds nice.”
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JJ Maybank really makes me want to go back to my surfing roots
𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙅𝙅 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠...
ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ
the project by @toomanyfandoms02
summary: JJ gets paired with the quiet girl, and learns why she’s so quiet.
jealous by @mayraki
summary: after a boy asks for your number, JJ gets jealous and tries in every way possible to tell him that you’re his.
Bellyache / part 2 by @pogueszn
summary: after the worst argument he’s had with his girlfriend, JJ ends up doing something he regrets.
Pornhub by @sugarcoatedjj
summary: JJ and reader film a sex tape and the pogues stumble across it.
doe-eyed as you buried me by @msgorillagripcoochie
summary: you wanted to see your friends once more even without the approval of your boyfriend. The pogues had stopped being friends a long time ago.
Voicemails by @pvre-angel
summary: after losing you, jj calls your number every night just to listen to your voice.
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The Project -- JJ Maybank
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Summary - JJ gets paired with the quiet girl, and learns why she's so quiet.
Word Count - 2.7k
It's cute ngl.
JJ sat in class, his head resting in his elbow propped hand. Ms. Moore was introducing a new lesson plan and project for genetics.
"Now I'm already preparing for the unified groan from you guys when I say this, but I already chose your partners." Just as she predicted, there were whispers and sighs around the room. "I'm sorry, but I feel like you guys barely know each other! We are 3 months into the year and you don't break out of your close groups. So when I call your pairs, rearrange however you like." This didn't bother JJ too much, none of his friends were in this class, none of the pogues anyway. So he waited patiently to see who he was paired with.
"JJ and Y/n." He looked over to the girl, he had never spoken to her before. Matter of fact, he didn't think he had ever heard her speak *at all*. She gave a small smile and wave, already gathering her things to come to him.
"Hi there." He said as she set her bag beside her chair, sliding into the seat next to him. She just looked at him, giving him a little salute. JJ wasn't used to silence, he hung out with people he considered pretty loud and outgoing. So it was quite the change being around someone who not only had he never spoken to, but she didn't even really talk.
"This next project will be on genetic disorders, you'll have a few to choose from." She began writing a list of genetic disorders on the board. JJ turned to his partner, noticing how she lightly tapped her pen on her notebook and the way her knee was bouncing under the table. He wanted to ask if she was okay, she looked anxious, but that felt like he was crossing a line considering he didn't know her at all.
"I'm going to randomly generate your table numbers and when your number is called you can come up and choose a disorder. So have a few in mind. You have 10 minutes." He shifted in his seat to face his partner.
"So, Y/n right?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He knew her name before this, having had previous classes with her. Though he still couldn't pinpoint a time they spoke to each other. She gave a simple 'mhmm', turning to him just like he did.
"JJ." She held her hand out for him to shake. He took it gladly, shaking it lightly.
"I didn't know you could talk." He joked, letting her hand go.
"I just don't talk unless it's necessary, you wouldn't know anything about that Maybank." She said playfully, smiling down at her notebook. She was writing down the disorders. His eyebrows raised at the comment.
"Quiet but feisty, got it." He gave an airy laugh, looking at the board filled with disorders. "Do you care which one we do?" He asked, eyes still glued to the front of the room. Her notebook slid in front of him and she had 3 disorders circled. He looked over to her again, she was tilted in her chair on the back two legs. Her laptop was balanced on her knees and she was scrolling through God knows what.
Fortunately, JJ's table was called 2nd, so they got their first choice, Albinism. They began doing basic research on the disorder, class ending not too long after they started. Before class ended, Y/n slid a piece of paper in front of the boy.
"For the project, since we will probably have to do work outside of class." She said. He unfolded it to see a number, and before he could thank her, she was already out the door.
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"Do you guys know Y/n Y/L/N?" JJ asked the group as they sat around a fire they had made behind the Chateau. Pope shook his head.
"I have her in English I think, she's pretty reserved." John B commented.
"Well, I'm partnered with her in genetics, she's pretty cool. She'd kinda funny too." JJ said, getting a weird look from Kie. He only brushed it off.
"She seriously never talks, even when I see her talking when she is forced to be part of a group. Seems like she doesn't get along with anyone." John B said in disbelief. "I just don't know how people can go whole days without talking."
"They just shut up." Kiara deadpanned, earning a chorus of laughter from the group. But JJ couldn't stop thinking about what John B said, how could anyone think she didn't get along with people. She talked to him immediately.
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"Hi, Y/n!" JJ said, sliding into the seat next to her obnoxiously. She turned her head to him.
"Hello JJ." She replied, opening her notebook and setting it in front of him. He skimmed over the words on the page. Soon enough he looked very confused.
"Holy shit, did you do this last night?" He asked, looking into her tired eyes. The page was filled with research.
"Yeah, I got really into it last night, it's kind of interesting really." She laughed, flipping to the next page which *also* had research on it. JJ just shook his head in disbelief.
"I feel bad, you did all this and I've barely done anything." He chuckled, reading what she wrote. "Seems like we are gonna get this project done pretty fast with Miss Research machine over here." He nudged her side lightly. She just shook her head with a smile.
"Just happens sometimes." She shrugged, letting him read through the notebook as Ms. Moore began to talk about what parts of research we needed to do today. (Though JJ was sure they could do whatever they wanted today judging by the copious amount he was reading right now.)
He flipped another page, expecting more information but only seeing a pretty nice drawing of someone he recognized was from this class. He looked over at her with a smirk, knowing she couldn't say anything while Ms. Moore spoke. She just widened her eyes and shook her head at him with disapproval. He tilted his head at her challengingly. Slowly picking at the corner of the paper, as if he would flip the page.
He gave her a look that read 'just kidding' before shutting the notebook and sliding back to her side of the table. She pulled it onto her lap and out of reach. He notice her face was a deep shade of red, staring forward with a clenched jaw. Once the teacher stopped talking, JJ could comment on the drawing.
"So, got any drawings of me in there?" That was the first thing he said as everyone broke off into their conversations. She shot him a death glare.
"I draw people who are in interesting positions, it's a good way to practice body anatomy." It looked like JJ was holding back a laugh, so she glared harder at him. He put his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry, interesting positions, that's what she said." He giggled a little to himself. She rolled her eyes.
"That or people who use their hands a lot." She nodded, realizing that he was definitely going to take that the wrong way. He smiled evilly at her.
"That's was she said! I'm sorry, you're making it too easy." He said in defense, making her smile a little.
"I mean people who talk with their hands JJ. People who are animated." He nodded.
"You never answered my question though." She quirked an eyebrow at this. "Do you have any drawings of me in there?" He asked again, making her look down at the notebook, looking as if she's contemplating. She pulled it onto the table and JJ smiled.
She flipped through a few pages, seeing the dozens of drawings she had in there. But she seemed to be looking for a certain one. She stopped on a page and left it open there for him to see.
It was definitely him. He was sitting in a chair, both of his arms completely outstretched with hands spread wide. He was making a wild face.
"You were telling some story to your friends, you seem to be quite the storyteller." He stared at it for a bit more.
"This is incredible, like seriously." He said, looking at the small smile that placed itself on her lips as he complimented her. "Do you think I could have this? It's just so cool." She scrunched her eyebrows at him.
"You want it? Why?"
"So I can show my friends." He said plainly, as if it were obvious. "You can draw me anytime." He said, immediately getting his head in the gutter. "Draw me like one of your French girls." He said in a horrible French accent. She giggled at him, covering her face that was heating up at the thought. His heart fluttered at this.
He made the quiet girl laugh.
He made Y/n laugh.
In the continuing week, the two got closer, working on this project together in class. JJ actually started looking forward to Genetics, just because he knew he could talk to her.
The following Monday JJ walked into class a little late, hoping Y/n wouldn't be *too* mad that he was. He swung open the door, apologizing to Ms. Moore and looking to his regular seat.
"Oh, I'm surprised to see you here today Mr. Maybank. I figured you and Mrs. Y/L/N had run off somewhere." She wasn't here today. He just shook his head, sitting in his seat and pulling his phone out to text under the table. He opened Y/n's contact (which he had gotten not too long ago).
*Hey, where are you?* He sent, getting a quick reply.
*Hey! Sorry, I forgot to text you. My little sister is sick and my parents couldn't be home until 2 so I just stayed home with her. You're free to come to my house after school if you want. We can work on the project?* He smiled, replying with a yes and getting her address. JJ had never been so happy at school, waiting in anticipation for the day to end.
JJ had already told his friends he was working on a project after school. (This was weird to them, considering he barely cared about school before this.) And here he was, knocking on Y/n's door in a *very* nice neighborhood. He heard a yell from the other side and the door swung open.
The open doorway revealed a small girl that had the same eyes as Y/n. She waved kindly at him, sniffling a little.
"Are you JJ?" She asked quietly. He nodded with a smile. Quiet, just like her sister. She moved out of the way, letting him in. Y/n see to the door, greeting him.
"Hey! Sorry, I would have answered but I'm helping my parents with dinner, you wanna come to the kitchen? We are making enough for all of us." JJ stepped into the large house, looking around in amazement. The floors were marbled tile and the ceilings were high, she grabbed his arm to drag him to the kitchen.
She stood in the archway to the kitchen with him, waiting for her parents to look at her. They turned around and she grinned politely.
"Guys, this is JJ." She said, moving her hands while doing so. And that's when JJ realized why Y/n was *so* quiet.
Her parents were deaf.
Her dad looked at the two of them, signing something quickly. While her mom signed something and gave her a sinister smirk. JJ had never been in a situation where someone was having a conversation and he couldn't understand a word. He looked down at her to see her blushing.
"My dad says it's nice to meet you." She said with a tight-lipped smile.
"It's nice to meet you too. I would sign it if I could." He said with a smile.
"It's okay they can read lips, it's just easier to sign." She entered the kitchen, grabbing two bowls. "Are you okay with Zuppa? If not it's okay, I'm not going to be offended." JJ raised an eyebrow at her.
"What the hell is Zuppa?" He asked, covering his mouth as he thought about the little girl in the room.
"It's fine, we all cuss." She shrugged. "However I am going to get you a bowl of Zuppa since you have never had it." She said, getting him a bowl of soup. "We are going to my room to work." She said, walking out of the kitchen.
They walked up a long set of stairs, lined with family pictures. JJ looked at them as they walked up, it wasn't often that he saw a real *healthy* family. Once they hit the top of the stairs they went straight to Y/n's room. Y/n put her bag down on the ground next to her bed as they entered.
"So, you're a Coda huh? Isn't there like, only a 10% chance of that?" JJ said, sitting on her bed. She smiled at him from her sitting position on the bed.
"Uh, yeah. I guess you can say I'm *rare*." She joked, digging in her bag.
"Yeah, you are." JJ smiled confidently, having no problem shamelessly flirting with her. The problem was when you don't get flirted with very often, you don't even realize it's happening. So Y/n shrugged it off, handing him his bowl of soup.
"It's true though, my little sister is three-quarters deaf, that's why she has a cochlear implant. But I've got perfect hearing." She took a bite of her soup, sighing. JJ took a sip of his, his eyes widening.
"Holy shit, what's in this?" She smiled at his excitement.
"Potatoes, kale, sausage. Easy stuff." She shrugged again, it was something she made often. To JJ it tasted like *heaven*, way better than anything he'd ever had.
"Well it's amazing, did you make it yourself?" She nodded, taking another bite. "I should have dinner with you more often." He said, and she agreed.
"I love cooking, I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind if you came over for dinner sometime. Like a real dinner, and we will sit at a table." She laughed, opening her laptop.
"I would love that." He said, trying to gain the courage to say the next thing. Since when did JJ Maybank get nervous about saying something to a girl? "Kinda like a date?" He asked, trying to hide his face behind the bowl as he drank down the rest of it. He didn't want to see her face if she was about to reject him.
But there was only silence.
He lowered the bowl from his mouth, seeing her just staring at him. Her empty bowl sat on the floor next to her, the laptop still open to the sign-in screen.
"You're kidding right?" She smiled at him, but to him, it looked sad. Disappointed even.
He was getting rejected, wasn't he?
"I mean, if you want me to be, then yeah I'm totally kidding." He tried to laugh it off, swallowing the lump in his throat. He really wished he had grabbed something to drink while they were downstairs.
"So you aren't kidding?" She asked with a tilt of her head. This was truly confusing JJ, and he thought he didn't understand girls before this.
"Not, really?" He couldn't even say more. She got up on the bed with him, sitting next to him.
"I would *love* to go on a date with you." JJ let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He only shook his head in disbelief.
"I genuinely thought you were rejecting me." He laughed nervously, staring at his hands.
"It's funny how oblivious you are Maybank." He looked at her with scrunched eyebrows. "I don't talk to anyone but you, I invite you to my house, I visibly enjoy your company. And you don't know the sign language, but when we were downstairs my mom said something about you." He turned his head fully at this.
"Is that why you were blushing? What did she say?" He teased, his confidence shining back through.
"Yeah, uh. I talk about you a lot. She said 'oh this is the boy? He's very handsome, just as you said'." Y/n covered her face to hide her blushing, *again*.
"Oh, so I'm handsome huh?" He taunted again, poking her side and making her laugh loudly.
*He made her laugh, all he ever wanted.*
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