#backed up sinuses is the worst I'm dealing with right now

[420thewritersroom]

*silently going feral as I try to convince my mind, body, and soul, to write possessive Liu Kang with unsuspecting Raiden and slightly suspecting Kung Lao*

[seramilla]

verusika surprising odette by making breakfast in bed

Odette is sick. Really sick. She's not even certain how one can get this sick in Hell. She hasn't been this down-and-out since she caught the bubonic plague as a child. Clara had caught it at the same time, which had been a rough 3 weeks for Carmilla. But this is somehow worse. Maybe a new mortal soul brought a previously undescribed Hell-virus with them when they died. Either way, she wishes she were double dead. It would be better than dealing with this misery. It's impossible to breathe through her nostrils.

Verosika seems completely unfazed. She doesn't normally get sick. Not the way other Hellborn do. Something about succubi/incubi and always visiting Earth and having stronger immune systems against whatever the Sinners catch, or something like that. She'd tried to explain it to her, but honestly, Odette had just wanted her to bring her the humidifier. She'd been delirious and hadn't really been paying attention at the time.

She's going on a week straight of staying in bed, in the dark, stewing in her own snot and phlegm when suddenly, Verosika and her unusually cheerful morning voice (the succubus normally sleeps until noon most days, what the fuck is she doing up so early???) chirps outside the room. She busts open the bedroom door, two plates in hand, piled high with sugary dough and syrup and way too much carbon for something that was supposed to be made on the stove.

"Mornin', babydoll!" Verosika trills, making Odette bury her head under her pillow in agony. She groans. Her sinuses are so stopped up, even her ears are muffled at the sound of her girlfriend's voice. It has nothing to do with the mound of pillows.

"Verosika, not now," Odette groans, barely audible under the barrier of fluffy down and silk cloth. Verosika smacks Odette's butt playfully from where it's sticking out under the covers. She whistles one of her most well-known love ballads under her breath, as she places a hefty plate on Odette's nightstand.

"Is that any way to talk to your wonderful girlfriend when she went out of her way to make you breakfast?" Verosika asks, voice reaching a lower register, like the fact that Odette is ignoring her is physically painful.

Verosika puts the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically. "I slaved away in the kitchen for an hour trying to make these. The least you can do is show me that pretty face."

Odette grunts. Her glasses are on the nightstand, behind the tray laden with...something resembling pancakes. She reaches over the plate of food, and once her lenses are in front of her eyes, balks at what she sees.

"What...what are those?" Odette asks, face screwed up in confusion.

"Those are pancakes, bitch!" Verosika says in triumph, rubbing the top of Odette's head where it isn't still covered by her blanket. Odette isn't offended by Verosika's flim-flammy overuse of the word bitch. It's a term of endearment, at this point. "I followed a Sinstagram recipe to make them in the air fryer. It only took 10 minutes!"

"I thought you said it took over an hour?" Odette asks, picking up her fork, and poking the overly charred edges of the dough in front of her.

"This is the fifth batch," Verosika states, as if this should be obvious. "Once I got the instructions right, it was much smoother sailing!"

"Why didn't you just make them on the stove...like a normal person?" Odette asks, completely flummoxed at her girlfriend's choice to not use the perfectly serviceable appliances in Carmilla's elaborate kitchen. One that would make any chef worth their salt drool at the mouth.

Instead, her girlfriend had used the cheap air fryer she'd seen on social media. Because she has to follow the latest trends. Velvette is the absolute worst influence on the popstar.

"Like fuck I'm going to dirty all those dishes. This worked out just fine. Dig in, babydoll!"

Odette shoots the plate another questioning glance. The pancakes are a bit more...burned than she'd normally like on the edges. Maybe too undercooked in the middle. But she lives in Hell, for fuck's sake. She probably breathes in more carbon and sulfur on a daily basis than is currently present on that plate alone.

She tentatively lifts the fork. Uses it to cut through three layers of sugary, crispy dough. There is so much syrup, it almost breaches the edge of the plate as she's cutting. She lifts the mixture to her face, not noting anything else too egregious as she takes a bite. Closes her eyes as she chews.

It's...fine. There is way too much syrup. She prefers the crispiness of the outsides to the gooeyness of the insides. But she can't smell anything anyway, so her taste buds are a bit numbed to the effect of her breakfast. She's had worse service placing a breakfast order at Wackdonald's. She swallows another big bite, and goes in for a third. Honestly, the more bites she takes, the easier it is to think...it isn't too bad. Sweet, even.

Verosika, likewise, is beaming at her girlfriend eating what she's made. Verosika wraps one arm loosely around Odette's neck, and rubs her cheeks against her girlfriend's affectionately, kissing the bridge of her nose.

"I did okay?" Odette asks, eagerly waiting for Odette's approval.

Odette smiles, and takes another bite for good measure. "Yeah, sweetie. You did good."

"Fuck yeah!" Verosika shouts, pumping her fist dramatically, before settling in next to Odette on the bed to eat her portion of the diabetes on a plate.

Odette giggles, despite herself. She's not sure what she did to deserve a partner like Verosika, but as she finishes off her perfectly adequate, nothing-to-write-home-about-but-still-very-sweet stack of pancakes, she considers herself the happiest woman in Hell.

If someone like Verosika makes you breakfast in bed, you better sure as fuck count your blessings!

[placesyoucallhome]

okay so where have I been? Actually sick, but for the most part it's all the same sick, all the same sick as I've been since 2020, it just got worse.

ranting under a cut because I'm just venting at this point-

I got covid in like, February of 2020, early early, before doctors even thought covid was in my state early and sure as hell weren't diagnosing it. And to be fair, I didn't even got in, or bother telling anyone, because I thought it was a little headcold, barely coughed, just sniffly and tired, though the lack of taste was... odd. I didn't think anything of it, thought I just lost my sense of smell due to sniffles.

Then I didn't ever get better.

Honestly I thought I was losing my mind, I suddenly was sleeping 14+ hours a day, making dinner was an ordeal because I was exhausting just standing for minutes at a time, I couldn't work, I had no idea what was wrong with me. I didn't connect any dots until months later when my taste finally came back, that that was a symptom, and that for some people it just never gets better.

So for a while that's all I have to work with, there's no relief, no cure. Not until the vaccine anyways, and some people with long covid find relief, symptoms lessening or even going away entirely! I'm one of those, thank fuck, my fatigue lessens enough that I can get part time work again at least. And that's where I'm at for a while. I'm not at where I was before, but man, at least it's something.

Cut to a bit over a month ago, I get another cold, and... I don't recover. I'm shoved right back to where I was in 2020, and now with vertigo enough to make me nauseous at the drop of a hat and brain fog that makes thinking feel like a sisyphusian ordeal, fun! At least it's not loss of taste again. I sort out the veritgo with some supplements, but my fatigue and and the worst brain fog of my life are lingering, and at this point I'm gods damn desperate for this to not be reality for the next handful of years or more. SO. Research.

I try a few options, not much works, not until I stumble on a side blurb somewhere about antihistamines helping. I look some more, some people are completely reset to normal on them! Fuckin I might as well try right? I've never taken claritin I don't have allergies how would I have known?

And it fucking works

It was like night and day after one dose! No brainfog! My energy slowly comes back too! No vertigo! Holy shit!

Except my sinuses are actively killing me. To be fair, my sinuses never actually worked properly, they just don't drain. And now it feels like there is a solid mass of mucus in there that isn't budging, and my throat is raw because it's making me snore on top of that. Cool. cool cool cool. Apparently there's a known issue of antihistamines causing mucus in the sinuses to just not hydrate and essentially gunk up everything.

And that's where I'm at. My choices are- keep taking antihistamines and be able to stay away and think and just deal with the constant sinus migraines (or take sinus meds constantly on top of all that), OR- drop the antihistamines and deal with fatigue and brainfog, I can then consider a low histamine diet. What is a low histamine diet? Fucking torture. It's not even terribly healthy because it cuts out so many nutrients, and you aren't supposed to be on it for more than a month or so at a time, and I'd need to be on it for 6.

What is a low histamine diet? Amongst other things, no spices, no deli/coldcut meats, no spinach, no tomatoes, no cheese, no SOY SAUCE ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I cannot stress how much my diet revolves around tomatoes and soy especially, I wouldn't be allowed anything savory or spiced or fermented for SIX MONTHS.

So it's not looking likely.

So I'm at an impasse, I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about it yet. probably ease off the claritin for a while and see if my sinuses recover and try again?

Anyways I had mac and cheese tonight and only cried a little bit.

[iwritesickfic]

can i request theo and seamus where theo gets seamus sick and then feels super guilty about it

thanks for the prompt! i really like how this turned out!

When he hears Seamus on the other end of the line, Theo's heart sinks.

"Are you ok?" He asks, cutting off Seamus in the middle of a sentence.

"Yeah, of course," he says, but it only confirms what Theo heard the first time.

"You're sick," he says, and Seamus sighs. "I got you sick."

It doesn't happen often, but Theo always feels terrible when he gets Seamus sick. Seamus always insists he's fine, it's not so bad, he doesn't care - because he's the perfect boyfriend - but it doesn't really help. Mostly because Theo knows it's not true.

"It's not your fault," Seamus says, punctuating his sentence with a sniffle.

"It 100% is. It is directly and demonstrably my fault." He had an awful sinus infection the last two weeks, and he's been leaving a trail of contagion wherever he goes. Including Seamus's apartment. And bed. He's actually been living with him for the last week. Before he got his antibiotics, he was totally wiped out - too sick to even sit up straight - and Seamus was coming over every night to be with him. Eventually he invited Theo to just stay with him until he felt better.

Of course, Theo fought. Not too hard, but as hard as he could with a 103 fever. They've been together more than a year, but he still feels like any illness is a huge imposition. And of course, he didn't want Seamus to catch it. The first night he even slept in the guest room, but Seamus ended up in bed with him anyway, so he just moved into the master.

At first, it was the cold from hell. Fever, aches, exhaustion, and so much sinus pressure it felt like his head was going to explode. His nose was leaking constantly, and no amount of blowing, wiping or sneezing would make it stop. His eyes hurt, his head hurt, and eventually so did his ears and throat.

Then it kept getting worse. And worse. Until his fever was hovering at 104 and his head hurt so badly he couldn't open his eyes.

The concierge medicine service he pays way too much for put in a prescription for him without him having to even go in. He's sick often enough that they know when he needs antibiotics. The medicine cleared up most of it, but he's still a little congested and achy. Today was the first day he felt well enough to go into the studio, and he was heading home, calling Seamus to ask about his day. But now, he taps the driver on the shoulder and tells him to head to Brooklyn instead.

"Demonstrably?" Seamus's congested voice asks over the phone, and Theo rolls his eyes.

"Shut up." His chest is aching with guilt. "Christ, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, love." The classic line.

"Of course it's not, you're crunching for the album." Seamus has been busy recording for the last month for his debut, and this is the worst possible time for him to get sick. Right as he's about to start working 12 hour days. His studio is at least in his house, but it's not easy. And Theo has made it ten times worse. "I'm coming over."

"Really, I'm ok. It's not a big deal."

"Well it's already happening. I'm on my way."

"Teddy." Theo can practically picture the look on his face. His head tilted to one side, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Shay," he says back.

"Ok," Seamus finally says with a sigh. "I'll see you soon."

Theo's guilt only multiplies when Seamus opens the door. His eyes are red rimmed and hazy, his sinuses visibly swollen. He has a little flush on his cheeks and nose too, and he's shivering in his thick sweater. He still smiles when he sees Theo though, and brings him in for a hug.

He's warm to the touch, but not insanely hot. Seamus doesn't really run fevers like he does, it's not necessarily an indication of how bad he feels. He's the one to kiss Seamus on the cheek first, which makes him smile again, eyes closed. Normally Theo doesn't initiate that kind of thing, but all bets are off when Seamus doesn't feel well. Especially if it's his fault.

"Hey," he says softly, and Seamus rests his forehead on Theo's shoulder, humming softly in the back of his throat. "I thought you said you were fine," he teases, running one hand through Seamus's curls. Seamus sniffles wetly.

"I lied," he mumbles, and Theo laughs.

"C'mon, let's get inside."

Theo closes the door behind him and toes off his shoes, hanging his coat on the rack as Seamus stands in the hall, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He pulls a crumpled tissue from the pocket of his shorts and rubs at his nose. His nostrils are already red, and damp even after he shoves the tissue back into his pocket.

His sweater is hanging off him, intricate cable knit and mustard yellow. Theo tugs at the hem.

"Thrift?" Seamus shakes his head, rubbing his nose again, this time with his wrist.

"My mum made it," he says, his voice still thick with congestion. Theo slides his hands underneath, resting his hands on Seamus's hips. His bare skin is hot to the touch.

"How was work?" Theo asks, and Seamus clears his throat, which leads to a few dry coughs.

"I took a day off. Not everyone works until they're too sick to stand up," he says, smirking.

"Fair. But I get a lot done," he teases back. Their bodies are getting closer and closer together.

"You'd get more done if you weren't bedridden for a week," Seamus says, looping his arms around Theo's neck. They're so close now. Theo can smell his lemon ginger cough drops. He presses a kiss to Seamus's cheek. Seamus laughs softly. "I thought I finally got you out of my house," he says, nudging his nose against Theo's.

"If you think I'm leaving you here by yourself with the cold I gave you, you're a fucking idiot," he whispers back, and leans in for a proper kiss. Their lips only brush before Seamus pulls back. It's only by an inch or so, but it's enough of a rejection for Theo to get it. "It's all the same germs."

"Well I can't breathe through my nose," Seamus says, sniffling again as it starts to drip. It could probably use the tissue he's got in his pocket, but he seems unwilling to let go of Theo.

"I'll make it quick," Theo says, before leaning back in. The kiss is short, but still deep enough to sate the desire that's burning in his stomach. He quickly goes back in for another, but it's broken off when Seamus retreats just in time for a sneeze. It's loud and wet and harsh, aimed into his shoulder, his whole head snapping forward with the force of it.

His eyelids flutter, and he has to pull away to fish the tissue out of his pocket. He gets it up to his mouth just in time for two more violent sneezes, and when he's finished he looks dazed, wiping his face with the already destroyed tissue.

"Jesus, babe. Bless you." He runs his hand over Seamus's chest, digging a travel packet of tissues from his own pocket and handing them to him. He takes them gratefully, trying to clean the mess from his face.

"Thanks," he finally says, voice even more stuffed than before. He goes to shove the tissue back in his pocket, but Theo grabs it from him.

"What are we in world war two? Why are we rationing these?"

"It's still good," Seamus says, and Theo rolls his eyes.

"Go sit down, weirdo. I'm making you tea." He's halfway down the hall to the kitchen when he turns back. "And I'm buying more damn tissues."

[jjmaybanksblog]

Bruises- JJ Maybank

Request: hi❤ I was wondering if u could do the scene where the pogues see JJ's bruises?

Word count: 2,455

Warnings: mentions of physical and verbal abuse.

“We gotta be done before my scholarship interview in the morning.” Pope explained to you and Kie as he pulled up to the back of the Chateau. “Okay, well, we gotta focus.”

“It’s gonna be fine. We got John B and JJ inside the well, and me up top. You, Y/N, and Sarah will be outside transporting.” Pope recalled the plan, exiting the truck.

They headed to the back of his vehicle, opening the back to grab their supplies. “That tin can hold up to like, 200-300 pounds.”

“Thanks.” Kie praised him as she unlatched the hinge. 

“Uh, what for?”

“For stranding us. You know, making us make up.” Kie softly grinned as you stood next to her. 

“Seriously Pope, you’re like the super glue for this group.” You complimented. “What makes you think that was me?”

Before Kie could respond, lines full of lights turned on, confusing the trio. A loud buzzing sound leading them towards the backyard.

“What the hell?” 

You guys walked into the area, colored and festive lights hung everywhere. Inflatable palm trees chilled in the corner. JJ sat in a shiny new hot tub, popping a bottle of champagne open.

“JJ?” you asked as you walked up to the front of the hot tub. “What did you do, JJ” Pope asked in disbelief. 

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now. Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me? Salud!” JJ cheered to no one as he poured out a glass, only to drink straight from the bottle.

“How much did this cost?” Pope asked, already knowing the answer.

“Uh… well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery… pretty much all of it, yeah.” JJ’s words were slurred, clearly intoxicated.

Pope's jaw fell open, “all of it?”

“Yeah, all of it.” JJ confirmed, pushing his sunglasses up. “You spent all the money in one day?”

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But I mean like, come one guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that’s what they told me.” JJ grinned at his actions. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, watching him take another drink from the bottle.

JJ noticed the look on your face, "Y/N, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in his life? Come on,” he flung his sunglasses off, “all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’. I mean like… guys, we- you only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat’s Ass. Come on.” 

“In the what?” Kie asked softly.

“In the Cat’s Ass. That’s what I named her.” JJ giggled to himself as he let the jets hit the back of his muscles. 

“Oh, hey, yo, I almost forgot.” He leaned over and pressed a button, a disco ball lighting up and spinning around.

“Yeah, that’s right, I know. Disco mode. That’s right baby!” He cheered in excitement.

“Are you kidding me? You could have paid for restitution!” Pope raised his voice. “Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie snapped. “Guys…” You started, seeing the pain in JJ’s eyes. 

“Or better yet you could’ve helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!” Pope continued as JJ rubbed his eyes.

“Okay well you know what? I didn’t do that.” JJ yelled back as he stood up from his spot, revealing the new red and purple marks that littered his chest. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands.

“I got a hot tub! For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what? No, screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!” JJ cried out, his voice wavering. “I got this for you.” He pointed to the champagne bottle that was already half empty.

Your eyes welled up with tears, noticing just how broken JJ Maybank was. “Guys, look what I did for you! Alright? Look at this!”

“JJ…” your voice cracked, “no, you, you both stop being emotional. It’s fine, okay?”

You marched up the steps of the hot tub, stopping at the first step, “come on Y/N, just get in.” You pulled the boy into your arms as you both cried against each other. His head rested on your stomach as you leaned your head down to rest on top of his.

“I just couldn’t do it.” JJ sobbed, his body shaking from the pain. He tightened his grip around your waist as you held him in your arms. One hand rubbed his shoulder while the other softly held onto the back of his head. 

“I can’t take him anymore!” He screamed into your chest, “I was gonna kill him.” 

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re safe with us.” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Kie and Pope joined you on the steps, wrapping the boy in a group hug. “I just wanna do the right thing.” He admitted, letting out a heartbreaking sob.

“We know.” Kie reassured him, “we know.”

One by one the friends let go of him, "you guys can finish up whatever you were doing, I'll take care of him." JJ refused to let go of your waist as your fingers softly rubbed his scalp.

'I got this.' You mouthed, your friends nodding their heads in acknowledgment. The two walked away to continue their plans, you slowly lifted JJ's head up to look at you.

"Hey JJ, let's get you out of here, is that okay?" You spoke softly. He nodded his head, slowly releasing you. You held his hand as you eased him out of the hot tub and down the steps.

"Stay right here, I'm gonna grab a towel." JJ muttered a gentle 'okay'. Sniffing to clear his sinuses. Running inside the house, you yanked a towel off the bathroom rack and headed back outside.

You wrapped it around his waist before leading him inside by his hand. Entering the bedroom, you picked out a pair of boxers and shorts for him to change into. "Do you think you can change into this without my help?" You asked him, holding out the clothes.

JJ nodded his head as he stumbled across the hall into the bathroom. You stood on the outside of the door, harshly biting down on your tongue. You've never seen JJ so broken, so hurt, and you wished you had known he was dealing with this.

You felt guilt and anger for not knowing about this sooner. Whenever JJ appeared with a new bruise or cut, he always told her that he got into a brawl with a Kook. He lied to you for 7 years, you never caught on which killed you on the inside.

After a few minutes, JJ opened the door with the towel in his hands, and changed into dry clothes. "Can we go lay down?" He questioned, his words still slurred. "Yeah, of course hunny."

He walked into the bedroom and sighed. Without thinking he plopped himself onto the bed, letting out a cry of pain as the bed hit his bruises.

Biting your bottom lip you asked, "do you want me to get you an ice pack?" He nodded his head, resting his hands on his eyes. Heading into the kitchen, you grabbed an ice tray, dumping some ice cubes out into a ziplock bag.

You walked back into the room, shutting the door quietly. JJ praised you as you handed him the bag of ice. He placed it on the biggest bruise he had. "Can you- can you stay with me? And play with my hair because honestly it makes me feel safe." He admitted, not even processing what he was saying.

You sat down next to him, allowing him to rest his head in your lap. Your fingers found your way to his hair, letting them run through and massage his scalp. You sat in silence before he spoke up. "I really, really like you Y/N. Like Really." He emphasized the final 'really'.

"I really, really like you too JJ." You spoke the truth. "You know, these last few days have been crazy as fuck. You know you've been there. But the amount of times I almost lost you scared the shit out of me." He confessed, his hand reaching up to place itself on your leg.

"And-and when we almost got shot at Crains, my soul nearly left my body. I want to keep you safe." Your eyebrows furrowed together as you listened to his words.

"But I'm a fuck up and I don't wanna ruin your life. I mean my own dad doesn't want me, why would you?" His voice cracked. You reached your hand down towards his face to make him look at you.

"Hey, don't say that JJ. You have made my life so much better in every single way possible. You show you care about me. You let me smoke with you so we both forget about our problems together. You taught me more shit about fishing than I knew. You can call me the worst names possible, but it doesn't bother me because I do the same to you. It scares me how much I like you because in a snap you could be gone. Hell, when you got arrested I couldn't sleep the night of." You rambled on, realizing that maybe you had more than a silly crush on him. 

"You're cute when you ramble." He muttered, grinning at the sound of your laugh, yawning loudly afterwards. "You ready to sleep hun?" You asked, a nod answering the question. You shifted a bit, laying down as he rested his head on your chest. You kissed the side of his head, feeling his arm around your waist slowly tighten its grip.

______________♡_____________

You woke up, and checked the clock reading the time, '9:36'. Turning your head, you saw JJ still passed out, his snoring filling the room. Carefully getting out of the bed, you walked outside into the backyard and headed straight to the hammock. 

You sat alone peacefully, the smell of the waters filled the air, the sounds of birds chirping softly echoed, and the feeling of a cool breeze skimmed your tan skin, sunglasses covering your eyes from the sun. Footsteps came up from behind you, a figure plopped itself down next to you.

A groan emitted from JJ's mouth, shutting his eyes from the blinding sunlight. "How's the hangover?" You asked, handing over the sun glasses. "Feels like I have forks jammed in my head. Thanks." He grabbed the sunglasses, quickly putting them on.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You asked, fiddling with your thumbs. "Uhhh, I remember almost falling into the bathtub when I was changing. And then- oh..." he trailed off remembering parts of the conversation you had.

The two sat in silence again as JJ rested his hand on your thigh. "I wish I could've stopped that from happening." You broke the silence, your voice wavering at the image in your head of his bruises.

JJ shook his head, "No, no you-you do enough for me. I feel like I don't deserve you." He whispered the last part. Your heart clenched at his confession. "JJ, you are the best part of my life." Your hand cupped his, looking at the boy who lifted up the sunglasses.

"I want to be able to take you on dates and treat you like a princess and buy you everything you could ever want. But I'm a Pogue, that could never happen." He clenched his jaw, knowing deep down you deserve someone who could give you anything you wanted.

"JJ, I'm literally a Pogue too. I don't care if you don't have money because guess what? I don't either. That doesn't change the fact that I love you. Just being with you makes me feel safe."

JJ's mouth slightly fell open, allowing those three words to sink in. You realized what you had said before it was too late. Your facial expressions matched his as you quickly looked down at your hands. They sat there, trying to process the words you just said.

Stress flooded through your body as you waited for his response, only to continue to sit in silence. "I know that was just kinda thrown at you but please just be my best friend right now and not the guy I just confessed my love to." You spoke up, killing the silence.

"I don't want to be your best friend." He started, instantly making your heart drop into your stomach. "What?" You whispered, continuing to crack your knuckles.

"I don't want to be your best friend. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to take you out on dates. I want to do those weird face masks with you. I want to do any cliché shit you want to do. I want to do anything and everything with you. I want you to be my girlfriend so whenever we go to parties I can be like, 'this is my girlfriend' and show you off. I want more than just being best friends." He said, reaching over with his hand to hold the bottom of your chin.

JJ looked down at your lips before glancing back up to your eyes. Your heart rate picked up, "kiss me." You assured him, turning to face him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you both leaned in, connecting your lips gently. JJ grinned into the passionate kiss, not being able to handle the butterflies in his stomach. 

You pulled back to catch your breaths, resting your foreheads against each other before you returned to your original position. He slung his arm around your shoulder, leaving you space to rest your head on his chest. You beamed as he used his index finger to rub up and down on your arm.

"Remember back in freshman year during homecoming, I asked you to dance with me to 'The Night We Met'?" JJ tilted his head down towards you, locking eyes. You nodded your head in response. "John B and Pope hyped me up for at least an hour to encourage me to ask you. And when you had your head on my chest and I just held you, it felt like we were the only two people alive. And I loved that feeling, I don't want it to ever go away." 

Your smile got wider, remembering the moment as if it were yesterday. "It won't." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before falling back into a comfortable silence.

"Just making sure... we are dating right?" JJ spoke up earning a chuckle from you. "Yes. Yes we are."