![]() “I can’t take it anymore,” he confessed two weeks later, while you were on the HMS Pogue together. Or just your home, actually.” It was already home to a multitude of his belongings. When things with his dad got really bad you told him he was welcome at yours, “think of it as your home away from home. He rarely questioned the disappearance, allowing you to take what you wanted and then forgetting that you had it. All items lost forever, you accumulated JJ’s things as if you were a dryer, eating up every other sock. A pair of sunglasses, a hat, a couple of bracelets, two rings, even his vape made it’s way into your possession. ![]() It wasn’t just shirts that you procured from him. “We’re the only ones here, you don’t need a shirt.” JJ had pointed out but you didn’t listen to him, eager for the excuse to steal another of his shirts. You had pulled his shirt on first and then a pair of underwear as you went into the kitchen to get the pint of ben and jerry’s you’d bought for yourself the day before. In your bedroom, while your parents were on the mainland for the weekend. You put it on after the first time that you and JJ had sex. The next shirt you took was a blue pelican marina one. You promised to wash it and return it but instead it sat on your bed with the hoodie. It hung over in the front and caught right about your ass, not exactly the cover up you were looking for but you liked the little hole in the neckline and the barely legible graphic on the front and that it was JJ’s. His shoulders were broader than yours and it hung off you like a paper bag except where it caught on your hips. According to him you looked ridiculous in his Coors Light cut off too. It was the first time he made fun of you in his clothes but not the last. “You look ridiculous.” JJ pointed out, dropping into the seat beside you as John B put a movie on. The warmth of it surrounded you and you hunched your shoulders, slipping the neck up over your nose so you could be encased in him. “It’s not my fault I run cold.” You said, slipping the hoodie over your head and burrowing into it. The insignia on the front suggested he might be employed by a block company but you knew he’d probably just lifted it from his cousin or his dad ages ago. “How can you still be cold?” He’d teased even as he pulled the hoodie over his head and tossed it to you. But he offered it up after you all moved inside and you complained that you were still cold. The strings had long since been pulled out, the front pocket was slowly becoming detached from the left side and there were tiny holes all along the hem. You knew that the night before Christmas break when the temperature dropped unexpectedly and you borrowed a hoodie. But on him it just fit, like another piece of the puzzle that made him up, and you liked the smell. ![]() JJ’s clothes smelled like him, weed and saltwater, a combination you knew you would hate on anyone else. Like wrapping yourself in a safety blanket. Still there was something about his clothes. ![]() Shirts littered with holes, stains on the arms and neck of sweatshirts that wouldn’t come out no matter how many times he lugged them down to the laundromat. It wasn’t like any of his clothes were kept in pristine condition either. A few pelican marina shirts that had seen better days, the odd Coors light or Miller light that he’d no doubt pilfered from his dad long ago, and whatever free t-shirts he’d gotten from businesses in the area. It wasn’t like JJ had a huge collection of clothing to choose from. Request: i love love love your fics ! if you have time or inspo can you please do one with jj’s gf slowly stealing all of his clothes and eventually his shark tooth necklace too? ![]()
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