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Sunflower Boy (JJ Maybank)

@cityofidek asked: Heyy! I have a request if you’re taking them. JJ x reader fluff where they’re dating and the reader is shopping and sees something that screams JJ to her and even though it’s on the expensive side, she buys it for him cause he deserves the world. When she gives it to him he gets emotional and like can’t believe someone would do that. If you can’t I understand <33

Summary: You spend the day helping John B pick out a present for Sarah. You didn’t expect to end up blowing your own money, but your sweet sunflower boy makes every cent worth it.

A/N: THE FLUFF IS BACK I KNEW I COULDN’T BE ANGSTY FOREVER :’) Hope you guys enjoy, this was so fun to write!!!! Love u all thank you for all your endless love and support and keeping my OBX love alive until Season 3 >:) Requests are open!

Warnings: swearing, fluff fluff fluff <3, reader and JB being the cutest duo

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“HMS Pogue approaching shore, passengers prepare for boarding, over,” John B called to you from the deck of the blue fishing boat that doubled as your constant source of transportation.

You laughed with glee as you waved to your best friend from the dock behind your house, tote bag in haul and dirty sneakers digging into the muddy marsh you stood on. “Good morning, sir,” you saluted with authority as you climbed over the edge of the boat, grinning widely as you slotted yourself behind the wheel and next to John B.

“Good day, miss,” he saluted back to you with the tip of his hat. “Thanks again for coming to the mainland with me. Mr. C's got Kie working a double and I doubt JJ or Pope would be any help at picking out an anniversary present for Sarah.”

You let out air between your teeth as you tsk’ed at your freckled friend. “Oh JB, you silly, silly boy. You seriously thought I came out of the goodness of my heart? This is purely for my own amusement. I’m here to keep track of how many times you ask, ‘Do you think Sarah would like this?’ while holding up the stupidest object. Pope and I have a running bet, he says 6 times, I’m thinking more like 9.”

“Oh fuck off Y/n,” John B muttered, playfully shoving your shoulder as you fell backwards onto the deck, laughing at the expense of your best friend who was scowling at you.

Closing your eyes briefly, you felt the wind brush against your cheeks, sun kissing your skin as you relished in the feeling of being on the water. Despite the useless kook vs. pogue fights that constantly terrorized your friend group and the classist divide that plagued the island and left its poisonous grasp on the residents of the island, you couldn’t be happier that this was your life. That you had 4 best friends to stupidly wander through life with, dicking around any chance you could, and making memories that would surely outlive you by a lifetime.

4 best friends and 1 idiotic, C.H.U.D.-loving, golden haired boy that managed to hold your heart in his hands.

***

You stood by as John B tied the boat to the dock, tugging on the rope to ensure that it was securely fastened, and then a second time to really make sure.

“Okay Y/n/n,” John B called, clapping his hands together and rubbing. “Where to first? Target?”

You raised an eyebrow as you stared at him pointedly. “Seriously? Our feet have barely touched solid ground and you’re already scoring a point for my dumb question tally. Target, are you kidding me? We just spent the last 3 hours on the HMS Pogue sailing to the mainland instead of taking the ferry because you wanted to save some extra cash, and the best you can come up with is Target?”

John B scratched his head in embarrassment. “I don’t fucking know! I saw on TikTok that a lot of girls love Target. They’ve got cute dupes or whatever they call them.”

“Okay, that’s actually kind of true,” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders. “I just think we can do a lot better than Target. A special occasion deserves a special present, right?”

“Right, right,” John B agreed, brows furrowing in concentration. “Oh, oh! What about Claires? Wheezie talks about that store all the time, I’m sure-”

You snorted, hand flying up to your face to stifle any saliva that was threatening to spray out of your mouth in amusement. “Claire's? Jesus Christ, John B, that store is literally made for 8 year olds. Unless Sarah still likes carrying around those fake phones that double as lip gloss packs, Claire's is the last place she’d shop at. Trust me on that one.”

John B groaned in despair. “God, this is hopeless. I’m hopeless. Help me, please,” he begged, hands clasped together in prayer as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder, thumping over and over.

You giggled, ruffling his sun bleached hair. “It’s fun watching you struggle and grovel.”

He gave you a death stare, scowling as you reveled in his misery.

“I’m kidding JB,” you defended, throwing your hands up in surrender. “Kind of. But, I promised I’d help you out, don’t worry about it. We’re going to get Sarah an amazing present, mark my words. Now c’mon,” you called, grabbing his hand and towing him towards the shops on Main Street.

You watched John B’s face light up with hope, the two of you falling into step together.

“Oh, and JB? You’re 0 for 2 right now.”

***

20 minutes later, you and John B found yourselves standing in one of the nicer jewelry stores on the mainland, eyes agape at the sight before your eyes.

“I think that trashcan in the corner costs more than my boat itself,” John B whispered, eyes darting around the room.

"I know,” you whispered back, “Even breathing this air feels expensive.”

“Hey, do you think this place is too much? I might have been slightly off par on this one, we can find something more affordable,” you reasoned, feeling shaken at the appearance of your surroundings. The diamond chandeliers, the fancy rugs, the gold trimmed curtains.

“No, it’s okay,” John B reassured. “I’ve been saving up my fishing money since the day I met Sarah. It’ll be fine. She deserves everything in this store and more.”

Nodding, you watched John B walk off with a sales lady, perusing the store and pointing out different earrings and bracelets that caught his eye.

You observed your friend in awe, a warm feeling bubbling up in your chest at the sight of him so irrevocably infatuated with a girl. So desperate to make her happy, to give her the world even if it meant walking around with empty pockets.

You knew the feeling quite well. It’s exactly how you felt about JJ.

JJ was everything in life that you’ve always wanted, but didn’t know you needed. Years of friendship, name-calling, and dodging JJ’s attempts to wipe his boogers on your shirt had somehow developed into something more. Longing stares when the other wasn’t looking, bashful hearts skipping beats in the other’s presence, stomachs burning, twisting, and turning from the mere idea of getting to see each other for the first time that day had somehow developed into something more. Something real.

It wasn’t difficult falling in love with your best friend. Not at all. Who couldn’t love somebody who was as loyal as they come? Who finds the beauty in the simplest things, who would come running the second you call, who reminds you that the glass is always half full and never half empty.

So when your eyes landed on a glistening piece of silver jewelry sitting in the case in front of you, you knew what you had to do.

You couldn’t keep your excitement bubbled in on the ride home, immediately whisking JJ into a bedroom at the Chateau upon arrival and slamming the door shut behind you.

“Well hello to you too Y/n,” JJ smirked, snaking his hands up to cup your jaw to pepper kisses along your cheekbones. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin?” he asked lips sliding down to your neck, biting and sucking gently.

“God, JJ, get your head out of the gutter, I didn’t drag you in here to get you off,” you snickered, pulling away from him with a smile on your face.

“Oh, sorry, you just like got home, grabbed me, and practically threw me onto the bed in here, what did you expect me to think? At the end of the day, I’m still a man, Y/n, a man with a hot, sexy, irresistible girlfriend,” JJ laughed, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“I just wanted to show you something,” you stated, sitting down in between JJ’s outstretched legs. Dangling the gift bag in front of his face, you beamed with pride. “I got it just for you.”

JJ’s jaw dropped, registering the name of the store from the logo on the bag, eyes widening in shock.

“Baby, are you kidding me? This must have cost you a fortune, I can’t take whatever’s in there.”

Pushing it into his hands, you smiled sweetly at him. “Just open it baby.”

JJ’s nimble fingers hesitated slightly, eyes peeking back up at you once more as if to ask for your permission. You nodded gently, encouraging him to continue. At this, he gently plucked at the ribbon tied around the black box, holding your breath as he popped the lid off.

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, prying the chain off of the wedges in the container. “This is the nicest necklace I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s a sunflower,” you whispered. “They say that sunflowers represent loyalty and admiration and devotion - that having a sunflower around is like bringing the sunshine indoors, lighting up a room with its presence. There’s also old folklore that talks about how sunflowers devote its literal shape in worship of the sun, light, and love, and how they’re a true example of harnessing the energy of the sun itself. The yellow petals are supposed to depict and hold light, which gives people strength and wards off depression. The lady at the store was telling me all of this, and I- I just couldn’t stop thinking of you.

You light up a room just by being in it. It’s insane to me how much joy you bring to my life, to everyone’s life, just by being around. You can never go a day without being outside for at least 30 minutes. I swear that weekend we went on a road trip to Charleston to visit my aunt and we tried driving the whole way without stopping, you were going absolutely stir crazy from being in the car the whole time. And even when we decide to spend the day surfing and we’re all burnt to a crisp and groggy from being outside all day, you couldn’t care less, you just thrive in it. It’s like the sun gives you this insane amount of energy that makes you completely unstoppable. But beyond that, you are my constant source of comfort and strength, and there's never been a moment where you’ve failed to better my mood when I’m down. You’re a sunflower J. You’re my sunflower.”

You watched as a tear trickled out of the corner of JJ’s eye, shushing him quietly as they began to fall faster. You smiled at him, using the pad of your thumb to wipe them away.

“I love you, Y/n. More than you could ever understand. This gift, I- it’s absolutely perfect. You’re perfect. Nobody has ever gotten me something that has meant this much.” JJ choked under his breath. “Are you sure I can keep this? There’s no way this was cheap, I thought you were saving up to get a car, we can take it back, get something more-,”

Typical JJ, still thinking about others before he even spared himself a second thought. It was one of the things you loved most about him. His devotion to others. To you.

“It’s okay baby, don’t worry about me, okay? I wouldn’t have got it if I didn’t want to,” you reassured, leaning forward and pressing a delicate kiss on his lips.

JJ sighed deeply, allowing himself to be pampered, to feel loved, to be taken care of.

“Alright baby, if you say so. One day, I’m going to get you the fattest diamond ring that you can see from outer space. Mark my words,” he promised, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I don’t doubt that for one second,” you grinned. Tags: @notdisneychannel @cityofidek

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