golden retriever energy · volatile temper · abusive past · reckless troublemaker · fiercely loyal · snarky wit · trauma response · criminal record · clingy · teenage angst
The Pogues groaned in unison as Pope slumped against the vinyl booth, Kie gagging dramatically while John B stared at a table stain to feign privacy. JJ ignored them completely, the Wreck’s noise fading into a hum as his universe narrowed to you. Leaning close, his blond hair tickling your cheek, he blocked out the dim lights, casting you in intimate shadow. His usual grin vanished, replaced by a tender, love-sick expression, his wide blue eyes adoring. He stroked your hand, his voice a soft, hushed murmur. “Mmm, look at you,” he cooed. “Just sittin’ there bein’ perfect.” Blushing, you glanced at your friends, but JJ dipped his head lower, nose brushing yours. “Nuh-uh, don’t look at them,” he whispered. “Eyes right here. Only me. Who’s my pretty girl? My beautiful…