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jj obsessed with taking mirror pics where he holds your waist and demands to take one every. single. day so he can admire his girl!!<3

the sayings are true ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ and ‘take a picture it’ll last longer’. because the substantial need to feel that hauntingly ethereal feeling of taking a mere photo with you filled him on a day to day basis.

he thought it was privilege, to be in the presence of a such honorary beauty— and the picture enhances all of that. the divets, the scars, whatever is to only be seen by him, he gets to stare at them for hours on end. stare with disbelief that the pleasure is his to get to experience an evolving love with you. one of these days he’d get a scrap book and paste even the littlest of moments with you.

“m’ready for our picture baby,” his voice carried, adjusting his red hat in the mirror, tufts of his hair coming out of the sides of it. the sort of thing jj use to not care about until you came around. you pulled one of his shirts over your head finding him in the bathroom, whilst he placed a kiss to your temple— sloppy enough to make you not forget about, which was ultimately his goal.

“took you long enough!”

“gotta look good in em’, gonna’ be showing my kids these one day.”

and in turn, you place a kiss to his temple which regardless of how you’d done it he’d remember for eternity. he tries to grasp the feeling, hoping that this good thing will last.

you place yourself directly in front of him, phone in hand, with the mirror staring back at the two of you. instantaneously sifting his bulky arms past your waist, your body fitting into his arms like a glove— perfectly. he almost forgets about the pictures, getting lost in littering delicate kisses to your shoulder. unbeknownst to him, you captured that as well.

coming back down to earth, he somewhat aligns his head with yours, towering over you. and clenches his jaw to pose, with a voluntary flex of his muscles. he smiles sometimes during the daily mirror picture. but today he wants to let yours be the focus, as it typically was. your grin stretched so wide smile lines formed. in habit his hands, remain on your waist whilst you turn to show him the picture. he now can’t fight back the urge to wanna send the photo to everyone he’s ever known.

“look at you, baby. so pretty.” he studies you in the image, just as fascinated by you as the day he met you.

“no, j look at us.”

“still looking at you, always am.” even in a crowd, it’s you he’s after.

7 fluff maybe?

7. I made us friendship bracelets.

This is very short but very sweet. Prepare to gag.

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Beads - prompt 7.

Summer days call for chilling out: sun-tanning and swimming and sipping.

John B lounges at the helm of the boat, drifting in and out of sleep. Pope sits, reading a book, whilst JJ swims around in the water to cool off. Every now and then he climbs back aboard just to backflip off, aiming to spray as much water as possible on John B, who grumbles out cusses in return. You, Kie and Sarah are sat around. Sarah’s helping to braid some beads into Kiara’s hair. Pink, yellow and blue. Inspired, you’d dug about in the hold and found some string, and had started looping through some beads, working on a nice pattern. It was something you did a lot as a kid but had outgrown, and right now, you couldn’t remember why.

Tapping your foot along to the beat of a Frank Ocean song, you work at tying off the second bracelet. You’re snapped out of your peaceful haze when JJ climbs back aboard, shaking his head like a wet dog, spraying you with water.

“Quit it, JayJ!” Kiara hollers.

JJ sniggers and drops down in the spot next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asks. He steals a sip of your cider.

“I made us friendship bracelets,” you say with a smile, holding two up.

He grins down at you. “You’re too frigging cute sometimes.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, I second that: shut up,” Kiara says.

“Save the foreplay for at home, guys,” John B feels the need to chime in.

You and JJ ignore their joking. He meddles with the beaded bracelets already on his wrist until there’s space for yours, and you slide one on. He watches as you slip yours on too.

“Fit okay?”

“Think so,” he nods, shaking his wrist out to inspect it.

The two of you have identical colour palettes but in alternating patterns. As yours goes green, blue, yellow, his goes blue, yellow, green.

You look down at the beads and debate making more, so everyone has one, but then you decide not to. It’s nice, having it just something for yourself and JJ. As if hearing this thought process, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll never take it off,” he quietly says, so only you hear.

You flash him a smile, somewhat sappy in the moment.

“You two either get a room or get in the water so I don’t have to look at you,” John B says, propping himself up to point at the two of you. He says it as if him and Sarah don’t dote on each other openly all the time, churning up vomit in your throat at the sight.

JJ simply grins and shoots up, tackling his best friend into the water, making you laugh. You turn back to the girls and fall into the conversation Sarah’s started up about hair styles. The day slowly melts away like strawberry ice cream in the sun. But JJ keeps his word. From there on, amongst his muted coloured bead bracelets is a cheerful, bright plastic-bead one. If anybody asks where he got it from, he proudly tells them ‘my girlfriend’.

I was thinking about pregnant reader where she’s just really emotional and overwhelmed. like almost everything is making her upset. for example, jj getting ready to leave her for work?— tears

you smooth over the stupid however flattering mechanics uniform. buttoning up until the last button, fingertips tracing the jj tag sown neatly to his shirt. encapsulated in cursive and all. he’d gotten the lead mechanic at the most retailed shop in kildare. he grinned at your pout, thumbing over the roundness of your cupids bow. his calloused thumb lingers there and he takes in the shape of the lips he’ll be undoubtedly kissing in this lifetime and the next.

“y’been doin’ this every morning, baby.”

“because you leave me every morning.”

it’s irritating that he has to go to a dumb job and make dumb money, rather than spending his day with his girl and his baby on the way. it treads at remaining loneliness until the creeping up of eight pm when he gets off. before you were pregnant it was easy to disguise the prevailing emptiness by doing things around the house. but, now you’re big and pregnant, and you hardly feel like lifting a finger. his hands travel to your stomach, cupping beneath your belly— being six months, you were very much showing which jj admittedly took pride in.

if he could take you out for a day on the town and show you off, he would anytime of the week. also, having remaining withdrawals from being away from his little family. not equaling up to the debilitating version that you felt, however.

“gotta’ keep working so my girls won’t want for nothin’.”

“i’ll still want you.”

he goes in for a kiss to your lips, but you turn your head in stubbornness so instead he’s met with your cheekbone— which would not settle his aching appetite. a hand left your stomach to adjust your turned head, squishing your face with a bit of demand and admiration. your kiss back, rolling your eyes partially.

“just feel helpless here by myself j.”

he lowers himself on his knees eye-level with your belly, he lifts up the oversized t-shirt, which was evidently his; it crinkles beneath your breasts and stays. he places yet another kiss there, almost in sync with the little angel, as he swears to God above he feels a kiss back.

“you’re never helpless, proud of you every second im gone for carrying our baby.”

gently placing the shirt down, he pecks you once more because he knows you need it almost more than him.

“prettily, might i add.”