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Was gonna write a chapter of boys like you today but the new episode of tsitp pissed me off so bad I’m changing the story line and killing Jj off FUCK EVERYBODY

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⤷ Chapter sixteen - riddles and reveries

his phone

Her phone

you expect him to be dumb. you expect him to get distracted or cheat or try to flirt his way to the finish.

you do not expect jj to solve every single riddle before you even finish reading them out loud.

“i have a mouth but never speak. i have a bed but never sleep…”

“a river.” he says, already turning.

you stop walking. “how the hell did you know that?”

he glances over his shoulder, casual. “my grandma was obsessed with that shit.”

you blink. “your grandma?”

he shrugs. “We used to do them together. she’d time me, said i had the attention span of a squirrel and needed ‘structured stimulation,’ whatever the hell that means.”

you laugh, and for a second he looks pleased with himself.

“She sounds cool.”

“Yea, she was.”

the smile slips off your face. “oh.”

he keeps walking. like maybe if he moves fast enough, it won’t catch up to him.

“she died when i was nine. maybe ten?” he says. “after that it was just me and my dad.”

your stomach drops. You want to say something, but instead you just nod, gently. “your dad.”

You remember the split lip, the bruises, the time he flinched when someone raised their voice at a party and the way he laughed when john asked if he was okay.

jj exhales through his nose. it’s sharp, almost a laugh, but not quite. “yeah. my biggest fan.”

you stop walking again.

he doesn’t notice right away. then he glances back, sees the look on your face. something flickers in his own. embarrassment, maybe even guilt.

It’s only there for a second, then he immediately tries to patch it up with a grin.

“but hey, i’ve still got the riddle thing goin’ for me, so…”

you stare at him, he stares at the ground.

he mutters, “pretty sure that’s what child services calls a win.”

you don’t laugh, he doesn’t really expect you to.

Cleo and pope end up winning. Later in the day, the group drifts into new conversations, new games, laughter echoing through the courtyard.

You stay on the makeshift bleachers, and so does jj.

JJ stretched his arms behind him, eyes on the dark yard ahead.

“My dad was mean,” he said simply. “Didn’t even have to be drunk most of the time. Just…was.”

You nodded. “Mine didn’t stick around long enough to be much of anything.”

That earned the smallest glance from him, like he wasn’t expecting you to get it.

JJ hummed, like he knew exactly what you meant. Silence stretched between you again, but this time, it was softer, Easier. Different but not entirely unwelcomed.

After a beat, he looked over at you, his voice lower. “You ever talk about it?”

You shook your head. “Not really.”

He nodded. “Yeah, me neither.”

That was it, no oversharing, no handholding. You just bumped your shoulder lightly against his, that was enough.

He didn’t look over, but you felt the corner of his mouth lift.

“Wanna go over?” you asked, eyeing the group around the Photo Booth.

JJ stretched again, cracking his neck. “Nah, kinda like it over here.”

So you don’t move, neither does he.

One year ago

College had felt like a joke at first. Like at any moment someone was going to say, ‘just kidding!’ and send him back home.

The air was cleaner here. Not literally- it was still North Carolina, still Kildare.

It was more the feeling of it all. New opportunities, making it out, getting to be a version of himself no one had ever seen before. Freedom.

Rafe was right along side him as he walked into class, laughing about the initiation ritual the team had put the freshman through the night before.

He scanned the room, stopping when he sees a university of Florida hoodie. He looks up and something stutters in him, hitches, hits a weird rhythm.

Your hair catches the light, sunlight dancing across your cheekbone. You’re not even looking at him, you’re typing something on your computer.

Jj doesn’t know what he expected from the first day of classes, but this wasn’t it.

He drags his eyes away from you, barely, to sit down next to rafe.

He’s plotting the perfect opening to talk to you when his phone buzzes.

He expects it to be Kie, asking if he’s gotten to class alright, or Pope, to tell him he forgot his cleats in his car.

Instead, it’s his dad. ‘you owe me forty jj. Don’t make me come find you.’

Jj blinks, tries to swallow away the panic and the rage and the ghosts out of his stomach.

The version of him that wants to joke with rafe and flirt with the pretty girl in front of him is suddenly yanked back by his collar.

He shoves his phone into his backpack, but it doesn’t do any good.

It’s a reminder that he’s not free. It’s just borrowed time, living a life that isn’t his.

He looks up at the call of his name. Raises his hand, goes through the motions.

He’s suddenly next to you, doesn’t remember how he got there. He’s out of it, mind a mess of screaming and throwing and punches.

Jj wants to say something cool, something warm.

Instead, it’s something about being easy on the eyes, something way too much for a stranger. It sounds like his father, like defense and damage.

The look on your face snaps him back into reality. It’s a twisted mix of disgust and pity. He knows that look. You don’t like him, not anymore.

He almost says sorry, dial it down. There’s a voice in the back of his head. You can be better than this.

But it’s only there for a second before JJ’s shaking it away.

There’s no point. Better didn’t bring his mom back. Better didn’t get him out. Better didn’t stop his dad from putting a hole in the drywall three inches from jj’s head the night before he left.

So he plays the part he knows. It’s easier this way, he’ll call you sweetheart, pick fun, act like he couldn’t care less.

And still, you’re slipping through the cracks of his carefully built wall. Like sunlight through the curtains that he isn’t sure how to block out.

So he doesn’t, not completely. He’ll still piss you off, let you yell at him then yell right back. But he’ll still look at you across the fire pit or across the room like he’s memorizing you, like he’s haunting himself on purpose.

Xoxo, Mimi

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how i feel opening up tumblr to read x reader ffs at my big age

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Ok and so what if it’s my third time today watching episode 5 of tsitp????? My notes you ask? All the hidden meanings. The soundtrack. Didn’t know I could be more obsessed with ‘Wild Horses’ until that scene played? I cannot stand Jeremiah’s existence. Conrad is so hot. We are sooooooooo back baby

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I miss you bro 💔💔💔💔💔

I miss you bro 💔💔 we’ll be back so soon 💔💔

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HI I MISS U AND UR WRITING

I MISS YOU TOO ANON 🫵

Ok but fr I promise to be getting back to writing veryyyy soon im planning outlines rn!! See u sooooonnn 😽😽

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I’m alive just unmotivated be back shortly

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Hi ok I just got to Spain I’ve eaten my weight in croquetas and Fresi pink I love life and hopefully I’ll be able to post an update soon.

I love u all, to the people who’ve sent their requests when I have a free day I promise I will grind those out do not fear.

Miss you! Muah!

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Hi! Sorry I’ve been so m.i.a, but I just came back to see I hit 1,000 followers. Omg? How do I deserve any of you? Thank you so so so so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Unfortunately that being said I am going on vacation for a month so I’ll be m.i.a for another few weeks lol. I do have a five hour layover in London though and hopefully I can crank out some boys like you chapters while there 🙏 but seriously thank you again I am so appreciative of each and every one of you

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hi! not really a request, and i don't really know if this has been asked before, but what apps do you use for ur smau's? much love, ur such a good writer x

Hereeeeee ya go <3

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⤷ chapter fifteen - the adventures of babysitting

kie calls you in a panic around four o’clock.

“please. i have to cover someone’s shift and my aunt having the baby. i was supposed to watch mac when it happened. he’s literally four. he’ll be fine, he just needs someone to feed him dinner and stuff, i don't know."

you sigh, but agree on the terms of if you watch mac, kie buys groceries next week.

you forget, for the record, that kie knows exactly what she’s doing. that she’s probably already texted jj the second she hung up on you.

mac arrives with a discheveled looking father beside him, handing you a backpack and mouthing a thank you before booking it back to the car.

“you’re gonna have so much fun.” you say, kneeling beside mac in the kitchen.

he's a little four year old with a mountain of curls on the top of his head. he's got his dad's big green eyes and his mom's olive skin. he's a fistful of animal crackers clutched in one hand, blue marker in the other.

he looks at you very seriously. “do you have dino nuggets?”

“no,” you say, standing. “but i can make you pasta or mac and cheese.”

he frowns. “jj always makes dino nuggets.”

you deadpan. “...jj?”

"yea. did you know? jj's my best friend.”

“is he?”

“he taught me how to catch frogs. and he said i’m gonna be a lacrosse star like him.”

"of course."

and like some kind of summoning spell worked, there’s a knock at the door. you sigh so loud mac looks back up at you from his coloring book.

when you open the door, you glare at him.

“why are you here?” you ask, not even trying to be nice.

“because kie asked me to come.” he says, toeing off his shoes and spotting mac happily scribbling away. “plus, that kid’s my boy.”

“i can handle this alone.”

“i don’t think you can’t even handle boiling water.”

you scoff. “do you want to cook dinner, then?”

jj raises his hands. “nah, you got it, betty crocker.”

“so helpful.”

mac launches himself into jj’s arms before you can make another snide comment. jj lifts him easily, grinning as mac wraps both arms around his neck. “what’s the word, big guy?”

“i missed you.”

“missed you too.”

you watch the whole thing from the doorway, arms crossed, kind of amazed.

“didn’t know you were the toddler whisperer.” you murmur.

jj shrugs, setting mac down back into the seat. “kids like me. it’s adults who think i’m a problem.”

you arch a brow. “i wonder why.”

dinner is a lot. jj keeps making comments about creating an escape plan with mac for when you, inevitably, burn the house down. jj's playing jack johnson over a speaker and macs toy dinosaurs are somehow already scattered across the kitchen like they've been there for ages.

you’re trying to cook pasta (only agreed upon because jj said pasta was better than dino nuggets). the sauce splashes up and onto the stove, you jolt away before you can stain your favorite hoodie.

“j, can you grab me a towel?”

jj freezes at the kitchen table.

just for a second, just long enough to look up and catch you standing there, back turned, university of florida hoodie, bare legs under the hem, steam curling around you.

this looks something like a memory you two haven’t made. like he's seeing a future he would never experience. his heart stutters, like the first crack in a dam.

you turn around, waving the spoon in your hand. “hello? towel?”

he blinks, jerks into motion, and grabs a dish towel off the counter and tosses it to you. too fast, like if he hesitates even a second longer he’ll do something really fucking stupid.

jj cleans up dinner, only after protesting and trying to bargain his way out of it. you tuck mac into the couch with three blankets, a stuffed kangeroo, and re runs of octonauts.

he joins you in the living room afterwards, throwing himself into the chair across from you while mumbling something about the kitchen being a war zone.

mac is practically buzzing beside you, cheeks flushed, hat crooked, giggling as he throws his arms around your neck like he’s mid victory pose.

“quick, take a picture,” you say, fumbling for your phone and handing it off. “i wanna send it to his mom.”

jj groans. “i’m not your personal photographer.”

but he takes it anyway. he clicks the button once, twice, three times.

you and mac don’t stop moving, don’t stop grinning. the hat you’re wearing is way too big, mac’s making a rock-on hand, you’re throwing up peace signs like it’s 2012.

jj stares at the screen a second too long and favorites it without thinking.

he hands the phone back, settling back deeper into the chair.

then, quietly, “thanks for dinner, betty.”

you roll your eyes, half smiling despite yourself. “get out of my house, jj.”

but neither of you move, and jack johnson is still humming in the background.

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her phone

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Xoxo, Mimi - ok hi guys sorry this is so obviously a filler chapter I’ve been incredibly busy but be ready for some good chapters soon :)))) I also didn’t proofread this so if there’s mistakes no there isn’t

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I didn’t realize there was so much hatred towards bisexual people in the lgbtq community HELLO? It’s bc they’re jealous of our swag. Anyways from one bi girl to another (or any bi person in general) love u happy pride month you’re valid ❤️

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okay hi, so if you don't mind me asking... what app do you use to make the fake texts??? i've been interested in writing a smau but don't know how to like..do it lol

no bc when i started making smau’s i was so completely lost and tried to make the texts through my own imessage lmao 😭

ok so i use memi message for any texts/groupchats, fake info.net for insta dms and things like that (they have options for whatsapp and more imessage stuff too), then i use canva and literally just instagram to make my insta story pics

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Fuckboy JJ and man eater reader? Yes? No?

yup you’re amazing. i have about eight bajillion things to write before wednesday but i’m definitely adding this to the list! i just know this would go soooooo hard

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fuckboy jj

no bc YOU GET IT! like they would need the entire national guard to get me off him

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ok fuckboy jj tho…….

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writing is so fun