LEAVE ME ALONE IM CRYING WHY WOULD U DI THIS TO ME

“You're worth something. Unlike him.” ENDING IT ALL RN IM DYING

Can we get an enemies to lovers with JJ Maybank x gn!reader-

JJ and reader just annoy the hell out of each other, but maybe A gets into a fight and B decides to patch them up. They end up confessing to each other. <3

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a/n: i haven't written in over a year, maybe two. this is completely unedited and also not proofread AT ALL. sorry this is so late and so shitty, anon from april 2023.

pairings: jj maybank x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

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"What are you doing here?"

JJ starts, and is immediately punished by the pang of pain that rushes through his body. He pretends not to notice how your eyes glance over him, analytical, filing away every sign of weakness. He hates being vulnerable, especially when it's in front of you, but he doesn't exactly have a choice.

"Can I come in?" he asks, instead of answering your question. Wordlessly, you step aside, letting him walk past you before closing the door softly.

"Bedroom," you tell him, your tone gentler now. He wishes that's how you always talked to him. "I'll go get the first-aid kit."

JJ nods and finds his way to your bedroom, passing the framed certificates and shelves that adorn the hallway, filled with stacks of trophies and medals that you amassed over the years. Although he usually makes fun of you for being such a nerd all the time, the gold is a stark reminder of how you're actually extremely intelligent. You're worth something. Unlike him.

Maybe his issue with you has always been jealousy. Jealous that you've managed to achieve so much for a Pogue, despite having had the same opportunities as him. But it's more likely that he hates you because you're so icy, rational in your arguments, your words always so polished as they slice into him, cutting him down. He can see the judgement in your eyes when he smokes weed or drinks in front of you, when he cracks a stupid joke about the brunette he had in his bed the other day. He can feel the contempt in the insults you hiss at him when he goes too far and pisses you off completely.

But despite it all, he hates that he still wants to win your approval. That he wishes you would let him make you laugh like John B does, or sling an easy arm around you the way Kiara can.

He sits on your chair when you gesture for him to, placing the medical kit on the table next to it. JJ finally takes the time to focus his eyes on you, glancing over your white night shirt and impossibly short shorts. He feels a pang in his chest. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair is all messy. He obviously woke you up from some much-needed sleep. If he plans to win you over, which would already be extremely hard at this point, this would definitely be another set-back. Based on his past experiences, you're not particularly kind when you're sleep-deprived.

Which is why he's surprised when you begin cleaning his bleeding knuckles with the kindest touch in the world. The warm cloth is not nearly as comforting as the feel of your palm on his skin is, and he represses the urge to sigh.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" you ask him, moving on to apply some antiseptic to his cuts.

"Why should I tell you anything?" JJ asks, attacking you unthinkingly, reverting to his natural state of being in conflict with you. You stay uncharacteristically quiet, not responding to his taunt, and after standing still for a second, you go back to cleaning his knuckles.

Fuck. JJ's eyes fall shut, and he groans inwardly. Here you are, having let him into your home and bedroom, cleaning his injuries, and he's still being a dick to you.

"I'm sorry, I-" he suddenly gets cut off by your hands cradling his jaw, lifting his face up. JJ nearly gasps, and flushes out of his embarrassment when he sees your raised eyebrow, knowing you caught his reaction.

"Well, I was just going to apply some cream to the bruises forming here," you say, and you trail your fingers along his jaw, "but if it's such a problem, maybe I-"

"It's not a problem," JJ says, too quickly.

Without another word, and only the sliver of a self-satisfied smile, you treat his jaw and face.

JJ has always known he loves being the center of your attention. He revels in it, the way you glare at him after he provokes you, the way you yell when he steals your book. He loves being the only thing on your mind. But sitting here now, feeling your thumbs smooth along his cheekbones and your soft gaze, he knows there's most definitely a better way to receive it.

"What happened?" you ask again, and this time he tells you. Some tourists had been disrespectful to Kiara's parents at their restaurant, and it escalated to a fist fight between Kiara's dad and JJ and four other guys. The tourists must have had some level of common sense, because they more or less went easier on Kiara's dad, laying harder into JJ to make up for it.

"Assholes," you say when he's finished, barely concealed rage in your eyes as you appraise JJ and the injuries on his body with new context.

"It's fine, really," JJ reassures you, standing up. "Thanks for cleaning me up, but I should be on my way now-"

"Sit the fuck down." you spit at him, and he drops back into the chair with astonishing speed. "Take off your shirt. That fight was practically four-on-one, I'm not going to believe that you walked away with just grazed knuckles and a few bruises to your face."

Hesitantly, JJ removes his shirt. To your credit, you don't audibly react to the massive craters in his skin, colouring him in shades of ugly red and purple. Your eyes widen slightly, and after a few long seconds, you're back to normal and treating him with the same gentleness as before.

"Thank you for this," he says, more earnestly this time. You let out a hum in response, too busy doing your best to alleviate his pain. He goes on, "I mean it. You didn't have to do this, and I appreciate it."

You let out a sigh, raising your eyes to his face, "Of course I had to do this, JJ, it's the decent thing to do. I wasn't going to turn you away in the middle of the night, not in the condition you're in."

"Even if you think I'm some heartless bitch," you add, a moment later.

"I don't think that," JJ says, earning a scoff from you.

"Right," you mutter, straightening up and away from him. You pack the materials back into the kit and shut it with a loud snap, which is when JJ realises that you're done treating him. He puts his shirt back on and gets ready to make his exit when you stop him, again.

"Just sleep here tonight," you tell him, gesturing at your bed.

"What-no. Where will you sleep?"

"The couch." You don't even let him say two words of protest before immediately cutting him off, "Don't be obstinate. It's too uncomfortable there for you, especially considering the state of your torso, it's too late for you to walk back home or call someone to pick you up, so you'll stay here. I'll text John B to pick you up in the morning."

JJ listens to all this, taken aback by the amount of thought you've put into taking care of him. He scans your face, noting with surprise that your cheeks pink slightly when you make eye contact with him.

"What?" you say, a little flustered. He just laughs quietly, "Nothing. Just didn't realise you cared about me so much, 's all."

"Again, not a heartless bitch. Of course I care about you."

And just like that, there's a tectonic shift. The two of you are relatively unchanged, but there's this unspoken understanding that passes between you. It's the reason why you're able to press a soft kiss to an unblemished part of JJ's cheek before you slip out of the room, and why he's able to put his arm around you late one night when the whole group is hanging out at the Chateau.

He can't help but feel that the beating was worth it, really.

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reader scolding jj over something and he just keeps kissing her lips and she’s just stumbling over her words each time he kisses her 😫

i fucking love this idea omg

You'd been lecturing JJ for the past ten minutes, or trying to, rather, because he's just been standing there with a smirk on his lips and a dazed look on his face. He's in dreamland, and you can't for the life of you figure out how he even managed to get there given the current circumstances.

"JJ, focus," you huff, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "I'm trying to talk to you here."

"I am focused, baby," he speaks, walking closer to you. His large palms rest on your hips as he tugs you closer. "You're sexy when you're mad, y'know that?"

You let out a groan. "J."

"Okay, okay. Go ahead, pretty girl." His thumbs rub circles into your hipbones as he tries his best to hear you out.

"I asked you to clean up while I was gone. I get back, hours later, and you're still in the same spot. Now I have to clean up on top of everything I've had to deal with today at work and I-"

You're cut off by JJ's lips, pressing against yours as he tries to soothe you. You sigh against his lips, half-annoyed and half-wanting. Annoyed because he isn't taking you seriously, but wanting to give in to him. Wanting to let go of your so called anger and let him continue to love on you. Your hands press against his chest, pushing him away.

"J..."

"Hm?" He hums, his lips moving on to your jawline and up to your cheek.

"You aren't listening to me," you whine, trying not to melt into his touch. Him and those damn lips. They were like an addiction you couldn't kick.

"'M listenin' just fine," he murmurs against your cheek.

You cock your head to the side. "Then what'd I just say?"

He pulls back, giving you a cheeky grin. "You said I wasn't listening."

"You aren't funny," you glare. He hums at you again, going back to kiss you. You shove him away, watching him pout. "Stop it. I'm mad at you."

JJ kisses your lips again, then your cheek, your other cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your chin. He's smiling against your skin as he watches you fall back. "You can be as mad as you want, baby. I'm still gonna be here kissin' you."

"JJ, I asked you to do one th-thing," you speak, stammering as JJ's lips now find your neck. "I really n-needed your help, a-and you just— shit. Stop, this isn't fair."

He kisses your lips again. "Keep talkin' baby. Tell me how I can fix it."

concepts

did he fucking put a spell on me ?!!! because it’s insane how much i love him fuck off you cunt

SPEECHLESS IM DONE

sitting on jj maybank's lap

positions

fandom- Outter Banks

pairing(s)- jj maybank

a/n: my favourite blondie. warning, i have never written smthn like dis or this fandom so be nice please. and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love you :)

requested- yes

warnings- deep lonliness

JJ Maybank, a.k.a the simp. the literal definition of heart eyes when you walk about, my boy is pudding. ofcourse he wouldnt want anyone else to know that but maybank was a sucker at keepin secrets.

"i'm never nervous."

it wasnt true, everyone knew but the little bitch was good at hiding it. you and jj were in Jhon B's tiny bedroom as he sought of to go who knows where leaving you two alone past midnight fully alive.

you dont know what made you do it. was it coke? the alcahol? or just the infruating face of JJ?

you got up from the floor and slipped onto JJ's lap. he breath had hitched and probably his heart stopped too

omgomgomgomgogmg were the only thoughts running around his head baby.

"is that so baby? do you like this position?" your hands were on his jaw tilting it up to meet you eyes and his arms coiled on your waist

"yes ma'am"

do u ever just get SO excited to shift that you clench your ass cheeks? yeah same.

BRB WHILE I SOB AND DIE.

A/N: just a little blurb of the pogues curing a sad night because i finished obx s3 and i felt like it. w.c: 656 pairing: the pogues x gn!reader (platonic)

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masterpost

“why don't you let me wallow in peace?”  

you mumble after taking a sip of your beer. you felt when a group of warm bodies approached your personal space. the pogues never knew the meaning of leaving you alone.  

“because we don't wallow alone. if we're gonna suffer, we'll suffer together.” kiara chimes in from your side. when jj nudged your thigh with his feet you finally drifted your attention from the night sky to look at them.  

pope offered you a plastic cup. you stared at it suspiciously.  

“for the hangover tomorrow,” 

you lifted an eyebrow, a lazy smirk growing in your mouth. “what hangover? I've barely had three of these, pope,” 

“add another three beside that one and it's about the right amount.”  

“shut up, jj.” 

“he's right,” you looked up with a glare, finding john b pulling his hat off to lay it over your head. he sat down on the grass, in front of all of you. “stop drinking over your sorrows. it's not healthy.” 

“yeah, okay, dad.” you spurt out, annoyed. you had the cup pope outstretched to you between your fingers anyway. “like you don't do the same.” 

“i'm a changed, man,” john b gave you a sly grin.  

you rolled your eyes. 

at some point, a conversation about which is the bigger fish started and you got lost when jj begin to list every rich boat model — he knew a lot of those. when did the subject even reach that? 

“i miss her,”  

it was more of a whisper in your head. an ongoing lyric that never ended and you couldn't tune it out because it had a strong grip in your brain.  

break-ups happened all the time. you know it. you've been through it before. but now it felt like... like the pain would never go away. it would never leave you. you gave your heart, again, and someone sticked glass into it, again.  

why did you even try? 

“i know,”  

you heard kiara say and that's when you finally realize everybody had gotten quiet, exchanging looks. oh, so you had spoke out loud.  

great, you didn't even have control over your tongue anymore. 

“but it gets better,” she leaned her head on your shoulder, moving her hand to intertwine with yours quietly. “i promise.” 

“it doesn't feel like it,” 

“but it will,” it was pope who spoke, “nothing that is able to get worse isn't able to get better.” 

you stood quiet at that, absorbing the saying. your eyes glazed over the water again and you lift it to your lips, gulping it down with a grimace. you didn't think you had had any water in the whole day.  

jj let out a snicker from your lap, he had laid down on it at some point. “where did you take that out from, pope? fashion magazine?” 

“he'll be a great philosopher some day,” john b raised his beer and kiara clincked it with her ring. “... quoted in all textbooks at universities like harvard and shit.” 

“ah, screw you, I'm just trying to make them feel alright, okay?” he protested pushing them off as they laughed. 

cracking out a smile, you touched his shoulder softly, mouthing a thank you. he nodded and smiled.  

“you have us, you know?” you glanced down at the blond. “no matter what happens, no matter what goes down, you'll always have us.” 

“preach, maybank,” kiara said, flicking his exposed forehead. he groaned, flipping her off as he settled more comfortably in your thighs.  

your chest then bubbled with a warm sensation, something that resembled safety. no. it was definitely, safety. your friends were you safe haven in the middle of the chaos. there was no way you were able to be sad with any of the pogues around, they made sure a smile always danced in your lips. and you were grateful. because lovers come and go, but your friends? that was forever.  

jj loving to kiss all over the reader ecspecially in the morning 😩😩

i love this thank you anon

JJ loves to kiss you. He lives for it. If he could do one thing for the rest of his life it would be kissing you. The rest of the pogues are tired of you two always making out.

You guys were out in the front yard talking and just relaxing. You would be on his lap because even if there was enough chairs JJ would insist you sit on him.

It was completely innocent at first, JJ just wanting to be close to you. His hands rest just under your shirt on your hips. He would start on your shoulder leaving gentle kisses. Then he would move to your neck.

JJ would proceed to move your hair out of the way. Then he would suck harshly on the skin of your neck. You were in the middle of a conversation with Sarah when you started to become distracted. JJ was licking and nipping at your neck.

Eventually JJ was satisfied with the work he did on your neck. Then he became hungry for your lips. The conversation with Sarah had died as she could tell you were getting busy.

JJ took your face in his hands and turned you towards him. You readjusted yourself so you were straddling him and facing him. He delicately placed his lips on yours.

JJ was greedy with the kiss. He devoured you. Your lips moved together in sync. JJ started to smile into the kiss. Then he pushed his tongue through your parted lips. Your tongues massaged each other’s.

You and JJ continued to make out completely oblivious to the audience around you.

Kiara coughed, “get a room!”

You simply held up your middle finger up and continued kissing JJ.

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But in the mornings it’s a whole different story.

Lips pressed to your skin would be the first thing you registered when you woke up. JJ was kissing up your spine. Next he would attack your shoulder blades.

Then JJ would roll you onto your back where he can kiss on your neck.

“Morning baby,” JJ mumbled into your neck his voice raspy.

“Morning J,” you replied.

JJ then moved to your jaw leaving wet kisses there.

“I could kiss you all day long,” JJ announced.

You giggled as his kisses tickled. JJ then began kissing your cheeks, then your nose, your forehead, your eyelids and finally your lips.

JJ rolled on top of you as you kissed. JJ explored your mouth. When the need for air became to strong you pulled away. JJ chased your lips.

“Just a second J,” you pleaded.

“Your killing me pretty girl,” JJ responded

“I’d kiss you for forever if you’d let me. I can’t get enough of you,” JJ added.

i died.

JJ’s favorite place is your bed. Not because it’s where you are so vulnerable and open with, but because it’s his safe space. As much as he loves you, he’s happy in your bed if you’re in it with him or not. He’s never been spoiled with expensive memory foam pillows and pure cotton sheets. He’s used to sleeping on hard surfaces and broken couches with paper-thin blankets to keep him warm. He’s never felt the incredible feeling of wrapping himself in a soft west elm blanket while watching his favorite movie on your computer. The fact that everything not only reminds him of you, but smells like you only helps to lull him to sleep within minutes. Just imagine his reaction when you give him a west elm blanket just like yours covered in your perfume for christmas. It lives at the chateau until he brings it along with him to your house. Though, when it’s at the chateau, it remains in the guest room and no one is allowed to touch it. Because god forbid someone ruins the one thing he cherishes as much as he cherishes you.

What to do if you have not shifted for +++years

(Most of my anons were along the lines of this same issue, I want to make a common post for them. I won't be telling you "you're already there" or "persist" I'm going to have a heart to heart conversation with your mental health in mind, this will be a long post)

First and foremost I have to say, this post is very heavily opinion-based. Alright, I'll divide it into topics, and two categories: before shifting and during shifting.

Before Shifting.

Determining the laws of your reality.

This is where you've got to do most of the work. (Don't worry, it won't be 7 hour subliminal listening sessions) now let's present a very important note: I don't know who you are. But most importantly I don't know what you believe in. Shifting isn't a known set of rules, Shifting doesn't have a single method, it does not have a wikihow page. Everything that exist is because of you. Therefore there are differences in my reality and yours. What you believe in is acting out in reality. LITERALLY.

So first you need to ask yourself some questions, with full honesty, oh and don't apply the thoughts you have by certain reprogramming affirmations, don't force yourself just because you have to persist.

"What am I?" What do you believe you are? Currently, are you a soul, a human? Or you something greater, seek within yourself to answer what you believe.

"What is reality?" How is everything working around you? Why are you here.

"Who is in control?" Who makes you shift. Who or what makes everything happen.

"How to shift?" Self explanatory. If you write with utmost truth on what you think shifting is like and when and how it happens; you'll basically have the code of how reality works for you.

Relax.

After you've gathered your research sheets. Take a breath, since you've got all the answers you need. Now, close your eyes, whenever you like. Imagine a serene atmosphere, for example, sharp sunlight falling on your skin, warming you up, or the rain droplets drowning your senses, as you run across a forest. Tell yourself, "this is what shifting is" , and "I've shifted." That's all it is. You feel some you get some.

Some important realizations,

• Time is not linear.

• Failure is a perception.

• You're not beneath anyone.

• You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.

• you'll survive, you'll be alright.

Don't. Kidnap. Yourself.

The title sounds weird, but it is regarding heavily applying the principle of assuming until you have it, to EVERYTHING. Idc if people come after me. I don't want anyone to suffer by stamping their foreheads with "persist!" Even if it works. I love loa, until it crosses over into toxic positively. Don't just put yourself in a coffin; don't become a prisoner to your thoughts! Don't make it feel like there's an angry witch in your mind, who will scream at you if something goes wrong, the problem is! Something might go wrong and you'd end up highlighting the idea that you are being forced to assume against something. Don't feel forced. Simple. (You can still use loa, if you like)

Declutter your mind.

I said it before. and @ilovecatfr explained this here, there's so much in your mind. I can tell. Each and everyone has their own unique spin on shifting. That's great and they put out advice to help people, similarly you... also have it within you. Afterall, these bloggers, big well written and decorated posts are the projection of your assumptions. I'd like to say, majority of the bloggers are kindhearted with the aim to help others. Although for some, you being desperate in their asks is an ego boost, nothing is wrong with feeling good about yourself for your knowledge, but you the person at the other end of this screen, are not a pawn, not just another anon, alright? you know how to shift, look back at what your answers were to the questions.

Control your emotions towards this reality.

I've always wanted to discuss this. Emotions are the puppeteers of this show. They're a grounding mechanism of any reality. If you feel something deeply, you're angry at circumstances you form an attachment to this reality, it keeps you here. Think about what happens to a person when they get disassociation. Similarly belief + emotional investment = reality. Its a code. I can confidently say anyone who has not shifted (... not targeting anyone, genuinely trying my best to help; ty ty back to the text) is because they're giving too much emotional importance to this reality. This can be in the form of stressing that you have not shifted, being worried that you're not in your dr, putting much focus on the "What ifs" of if you wake back in this reality.

But we can't just go BLANK. we're still humans who feel deeply (for now huehue) so what's the solution to this non-issue? Direct these feelings towards your destination, your intended reality! This would mean feeling like your dr self, if you're experiencing negative emotions you can last second convert them to any scenario related to your dr, emotional investment there pays well, here? It just wastes time.

Don't let feelings get the best of you and keep you here; you're their creator after all.

(Optional) Create a homey dr.

This comes from personal experiences. If I don't mention this I won't be completely open with each one of you. I shifted through intense love and reverence for my home. I knew that each and every second spent in this reality led up to me shifting to my home.

So for ease later on when you can't decide between drs, it'll be comforting to have a reality you can call home and choose over and over again.

Rewire.

This is where you come back to what you answered to the questions. Do you like your response? A human is living in a reality, and your answers are the universal law there. Will they have an easy time with shifting? If you think so, then choose to not do any "rewiring" and act upon the answers you wrote, shifting in accordance to them as they have become the pillars of your reality. If you think the person's reality's laws regarding shifting are complicated, then you can choose to rewire them. This can be a simple manifestation. As it has no basis in the 3D yet, you will manifest it within seconds. You can either write it down, listen to a subliminal, or simply think of the new beliefs in your head (eg "I shift in seconds") and let go. Stop.

(Severely optional) strive for spiritual awakenings

*shrugs* I thought I should mention based on personal experience.

During shifting.

Confuse your logical brain

You don't have to give it validation. Instead, just make it unable to predict the next move of it creator. Its built to look at everything with skepticism.. but it has nothing when you don't give it the chance. For example, the anti method by @hrrtshape is the best example. I like that you can do this, pre-method like a little warm up. (You can also manifest to not think logically)

Know your game

To act like you're in a battle field is not the way to shift. You don't have to give the actual practice of shifting much or any importance. You know how to shift, then why is there a need to have plan B's and checking your own environment? You are the commander in front, you're the one switching the reality, your reality is not the one switching.

Senses shift last

Explained by @stilljuststardust here.

Be blind and deaf to each and everything other than your intended reality

...and be so obsessed with your intended reality. Live out entire days, you're there, no, time is not passing by, the previous reality has disappeared by your hyperfixation on your intended reality. Ever done that exercise where you stare at a dot for so long, everything around it disappears? Well then, EXACTLY. Make it dissapear. Make it dissappear by not giving it any more of your energy. ....how I shifted. This is based upon being your dr self, that's snatches away the spotlight from this current reality.

Keep yourself comfortable

All of you are experienced enough to know, you don't need to lay in the starfish position. But remove the unnecessary thought that if you dare move your finger you might mess up the whole attempt (This is a subconsciousness belief) here's how to not worry about your 3D: again, senses shift last, Your current reality = intended reality.

It is about breaking free from human functions

Your software is set to being an earthly human. This is why acting like your current reality (the noises from the environment, physical annoyances) are from your intended reality, helps. This allows you to trick your human brain and move forward. The more you try to make sense of shifting, the more less it'll make sense. You don't have to know everything about shifting. The point is to be awfully natural about it. Just like how you wake up in this current reality without any requirement. You don't overthink it, then why overthink shifting.

Hope I cleared everything, I spent 5 hours on this post. If anything is not clear, please send in an ask, I am 100% avaliable to answer anything amiss.

Now let's see how much time I take to actually make this post aesthetically pleasing, so people don't have to bleach their eyes or ruin their blogs with this.

Dedicated to @lilyblairkinda who gave me this idea, once.

brb dying

Slow dancing with JJ...

JJ Maybank wasn't one for dancing. He would do it whilst drunk, a bit of fun with friends or for a joke to make John B smile when the boy was down. But JJ wasn't a dancer. You wouldn't catch him dead slow-dancing to some sweet, romantic song with any girl. Unless of course, that girl was you.

When you asked him to dance, everything changed. His views on the concept shifted like puzzle pieces finding a new form, and when he took your hands in his, he was comfortable handing his whole life over to the soft embrace of said romantic tunes he claimed to hate. He would slow dance with you until he couldn't stand any longer, and even then, he didn't think he'd want to stop. Having you so close to him, your arms over his shoulders, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. His own body pressed to yours, hands on your hips, or resting delicately on your back. In the small moments where he chooses to dance with you, and only you, he understands just how deeply in love he's fallen. So much so that's he's entirely willing to do something he otherwise wouldn't be caught dead doing.

"You wanna dance?" it gets to the point where he's the one asking you, his need to feel your gentle affection, that bonded closeness he can find as he sways with you taking over. The other pouges can't help but tease him and yet, he can't bring himself to care if they do. He's in too deep, drowning in all thoughts of you and the worst part is he doesn't want to be saved. If this is what his life is destined to be, long nights with your body grazing his, your head on his chest as the music slows, he wants to live so badly that it might just kill him.

JJ hates dancing, but he would fight a thousand wars just to dance with you.