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I follow you on here and Twitter and I just wanna say that you are running with the wrong crowd on there I am staying anonymous because I have also dealt with these people

they like to twist words and create untrue scenarios several of my friends have been bullied by them and been told to off themselves for something as simple as being sad over the death of liam payne

I don’t really understand what happened yesterday but I would take whatever they said with a grain of salt because this group is notorious liars

please just be careful and mindful in the future of who you choose to believe or not this group can’t keep getting away with their actions

Have a good day/night and stay safe

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just thinking about indie singer!jj x tiktoker!reader (yes this is from my dr, i have our whole love story planed if yall want it.)

at first it’s actually a joke that pope makes when everyone’s a few beers into being drunk. without thinking he says that you should post a video about the pogues to your social media accounts to grow the band’s popularity.

it starts as a joke, but the next day there’s a script for half a dozen videos, and by the end of the week all of them have been posted alongside your normal grwm and dancing videos. comments are flooding in, but one video in particular is getting attention.

it’s you and the jj - the lead singer - just lip syncing to a random song from their album. he’s in the hammock, you’re standing and when you’re scrolling through the comments your heart starts racing:

popeslefttoe34: omg the way he looks at her

kiesdrumkit: hasn’t he got a gf…

poguemuse: not the pining-

the worst part is, you take another look at the video and sure enough, jj is looking at you like a starved man. while you stand proudly facing the camera in your bikini top and denim shorts, he looks at you from behind his glasses and barely even tries to lip sync along.

what’s even worse? the comments were right. jj does have a girlfriend. questions fill your mind.

then why did he look at you like that?

why did he only look at you when he was on stage?

and finally, would it be so bad to play into the fans’ theories, just to get the band more popular, of course.

lmk if yall want the full summary of mine and JJ’s story, bc that’s exactly what this is based on!!

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Dialogue Responses Masterlist

"Where do we go from here?" (x)

"I miss you." (x)

"It doesn't matter." (x)

"How are you?" (x)

"I need your help." (x)

"What do you need?" (x)

"I have a plan." (x)

"There is something I wanted to tell you…" (x)

"What is wrong with you?" (x)

"Do you feel better now?" (x)

"I feel like I'm losing you." (x)

"What are we?" (x)

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." (x)

"I think you are in love." (x)

"Can we talk?" (x)

"Are you afraid of me?" (x)

"Have I ever lied to you?" (x)

"I love you." (x)

"I hate you." (x)

"I thought you were dead!" (x)

"I said sorry. What more could you want?" (x)

"Please, come back to me." (x)

"I'm going to kill you!" (x)

"Nothing to be embarrassed about." (x)

"Why are you here?" (x)

"Do you want to be my date?" (x)

"I want to kiss you." (x)

"Are you angry with me?" (x)

"I could ruin you." (x)

"You don't understand." (x)

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https://www.tumblr.com/jj-lvr/772847716559683584/hii-love-your-writing-any-chance-to-have-shiting

do you have any spicy moments like these? especially from your dr or for other people to think of in theirs? 🤭🤭

ask and i shall deliver hehe

SMUTTY SHIFTING SCENARIOS:

jj cuddling you to sleep bc ur scared of hurricane agatha and you wake up to him grinding against you in his sleep and whispering ur name…even better if yall aren’t together yet.

yall r running from the kooks at midsummers when you find yourselves in a storage cupboard as they run past. you notice jjs tie is skewed, and without thinking you fix it. when you pull back you see that his eyes are glued to your lips, and needless to say you both leave the cupboard much more disheveled than when you entered.

not a scenario, but I just KNOW he’s such a moaner…shameless loud moans that give way to high pitched whines when he’s close.

that’s all I could think of sorry anonnnnn

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CHAT I FUCKING MINISHIFTED LAST NIGHT WTF

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When I say “jj angst” I mean the most heart wrenching shit ok? Also I would put my smut on there

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STOP IM BLUSHING

just imagine sitting on bsf!jj’s lap to do his makeup for some halloween party at the boneyard.

he’s dressed as a rockstar all in black and you’re dressed as an angel all in white and gold, both of you fully ready to leave when you take notice of his lack of makeup.

at first he refuses, spewing nonsense about how you’re going to be late and how john b will be angry that his sister and his best friend are showing up together half an hour late. maybe you silence him by pushing him onto the chair next it your vanity. maybe his eyes widen as they take in the way your costume clings to every curve on your body. maybe his hands fall to rest on your waist as you start to apply the black eyeshadow.

maybe before long you’re moaning into each others mouths as you grind into each other, with you clutching at the collar of his leather jacket (he’s topless underneath it) and him running his hands up and down your sides like he just can’t get enough.

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hii love your writing, any chance to have shiting scenarios for jj as an s/o ? :D

omg ur so sweet guys I wasn’t expecting this reaction for writing my silly little jj stories😭 but yes here r some shifting scenarios!

just a quick heads up, in my dr I’m john b’s little sister, so a few of these r the forbidden love trope xx

JJ SHIFTING SCENARIOS

you falling asleep on the pull out couch of the chateau, then wake up in the morning with a blanket over you that wasn’t there before. you don’t question it until kie brings up how stupid it was for jj to “lose” his blanket when he knew that he would be staying over — needless to say jj is staring daggers at her for the rest of the day, and pointedly ignoring looking in your general direction.

dozing in the hammock half listening to the others while they’re talking around the campfire when suddenly they have to repeat jj’s name three times. curious, you turn your face from the stars to your group of friends, only for jj to be midway through turning his face away from you.

forcing him to do a voiceover of your grwm to secretly tease to your followers into thinking you have a new boyfriend so you’ll get more engagement with your tiktok account, just imagine how silly he’d be😭 how sad he’d be😭 bc he really does want to be your secret new bf😭

brushing against his knee while you both sit in the back of the Twinkie because of your friend’ reckless driving in a high speed chase, and neither of you saying anything bc it’s secretly everything you’ve wanted to do but you’ve been too scared.

hope you enjoyed! send more requests I love them so much!! (don’t be afraid of smutty asks, I’ll gladly write them hehe)

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imagine your first kiss with bsf!jj…part 1(?)

you’re both drunk as hell, giggling into your beer bottles like it’s your first time at a party, and ignoring the weird looks the rest of your friends give you. they should have even used to your antics by now anyway. you locked eyes with pope and smiled at him in the sweetest way you could muster, and he returned a careful smile that made you roll your eyes.

jj’s lips were at your ear as he giggled at his own words — he was telling stupid jokes about the people in front of you who were paying you no mind, random tourons you would probably never see again after tonight.

“and that one…her mom definitely told her to go mingle with the locals,” his voice verged on hysterical as he spoke, “and her, she just wants to lose her v-card to some local so she never has to see them again.”

before you can stop yourself, you reply, “well, there’s only one guy for the job.”

his eyes snapped to you, glassy and bright with laughter, a question lingering behind them. the next laugh that left him was humourless, and it didn’t take a genius to notice how the air changed from light to tense.

“yeah, rafe…god knows he needs to get laid,” he was laughing as he raised his beer bottle to his lips, only for you to snatch it away at the last minute. “bro what?”

“you know damn well who i mean.”

his eyes met you with chill distaste now, but you knew not to take it personally. he just got like this sometimes around you when he was drunk, and this time was no different.

“don’t fucking joke about that shit, man.” the finality in his tone had your head reeling for a moment, the record in your brain screeching to a halt that most have shown on your face if jj’s own expression was anything to go by. he suddenly looked racked with guilt. “i’m just trying not to be like that anymore.”

you scoffed playfully, ignoring his scowl. “why the change of heart, buttercup?”

his mouth opened as though he was going to talk, but before he got get words out his lips were claiming yours. they were firm, insistent against your own, and only barely parted to let out a warm breath that smelled of beer and salt water. arms snaking around you, he pulled you closer until your shoulders were touching and he could slip his hand into the crook of your neck. just as you were about to kiss back- just as your hands were reaching into his hair-

he retreated his body from yours like he had been stung, eyes wide and confused and shocked. shuddering breaths eased out of him and he couldn’t help but lick his lips. you knew he was savouring the taste of you.

“look bro i didn’t mean-”

“you didn’t mean what?” your voice clearly caught him off guard. he planted his hands into the sand and pushed himself to his feet.

“you know what…I can’t…we…i’ll see you later,” he stuttered, “the chateau or something, fuck knows.” his voice got quieter as he turned from you and trudged over to the rest of your friends, who had retreated over to the large campfire with the rest of the tourons, leaving your head reeling with complicated thoughts.

let me know if yall want part 2!!

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Routledge!reader

John B’s sister

Raised in Florida by her and John B’s mother

TikToker, not rlly famous

Kidnapped by Rafe and Topper two weeks after she arrives in OBX and saved by jj

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PART ONE

taken!jj x routledge!reader, cheating, basically backstory atp, brothers best friend, start of a series, inspired by my dr, mean!jj mdni

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it was no secret that jj saw you as nothing more than a nuisance. he had confirmed it himself one night when he and john b had been arguing, that he didn’t understand why his best friend had kicked him out of the guest bedroom for “some chick who might not even be your sister.” your brother kicked him out for the night not long after that, and despite all your reasoning with him he refused to let jj back in until he apologised.

that was until topper and rafe needed amusement. the pogues had been out at the boneyard for some reason you couldn’t remember when you had fallen asleep, only to be woken up two days later by jj in the basement of tannyhill. he told you the kooks had kidnapped you, with an awfully sympathetic voice that you really didn’t expect from him.

that was two weeks ago, two long weeks of your brothers friends sneaking off together and ignoring your existence. you were sick and tired of it. it didn’t take much reasoning in your mind for you to pack your bags, nor to stuff your pillows under the bedsheets to make it look like you were still in bed. the wind brushed your face as you looked back at what was meant to be your home. god, you needed to leave.

as you stealthily closed the bedroom door behind you, a voice caught you off guard.

“well damn,” jj scoffed as he sat up shirtless on the sofa bed, “now what do we have here?”

“leave me alone, jj.”

he went silent at your tone for a moment, eyes pinned on you as you walked past him to the front door. “where you going?”

you rolled your eyes as you opened the door. “i’m going home, duh,” you replied in a huff as you stormed out. the quick pace of footsteps caused you to roll your eyes.

“oh hell no,” jj hissed at the sight of your truck, parked in the driveway and ready to go back to Florida. “you can’t leave.”

“um…yeah i can,�� you retort as you head towards it, “what, you suddenly care?” as you speak you open the passenger door and load your bags in.

“you wish, babe,” he smiles with no humour to him at all, before he turns on you and heads to the driver side. “feel free to go to florida for a bit, properly say goodbye and all, but i’m coming with you to make sure you come back. your my best friend’s only family.”

the mention of your brother stung; he had been nothing but sweet these last couple of weeks. you had cooked with him for the pogues, you had fished with him, he had even taught you how to skim a stone. your memory soured when you realised who exactly you were talking to.

“don’t you have a girlfriend, jj?” you asked quietly, and he stiffens before shrugging and stepping up into the drivers seat. “you’d better stay here with her.”

“what, and let john b wallow even more because he has no family, yeah fat fucking chance,” his harsh words as he snatched your keys from you make you flinch, and for a moment you could swear his eyes soften their piercing gaze before he recovers again. “she’ll be fine. i’ll text her, or get you to do it so she doesn’t worry.”

“won’t she be jealous…you know, that you’re off with a younger girl to florida for god knows how long?” you were provoking him, you knew that. with the way he was looking back at you, he knew it too.

“shut the fuck up,” he simply states, a bite to his tone that wasn’t there before. you wonder if you struck a nerve. “i’m seventeen and you’re sixteen, don’t make this into something it’s not.” bingo.

you were in for a long ride.

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just imagine sitting on bsf!jj’s lap to do his makeup for some halloween party at the boneyard.

he’s dressed as a rockstar all in black and you’re dressed as an angel all in white and gold, both of you fully ready to leave when you take notice of his lack of makeup.

at first he refuses, spewing nonsense about how you’re going to be late and how john b will be angry that his sister and his best friend are showing up together half an hour late. maybe you silence him by pushing him onto the chair next it your vanity. maybe his eyes widen as they take in the way your costume clings to every curve on your body. maybe his hands fall to rest on your waist as you start to apply the black eyeshadow.

maybe before long you’re moaning into each others mouths as you grind into each other, with you clutching at the collar of his leather jacket (he’s topless underneath it) and him running his hands up and down your sides like he just can’t get enough.

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bsf!jj x former kook!reader, jealousy, brief harassment, sexual tension

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“come on, you’re telling me you don’t regret ghosting us just a little bit?” topper asked again with that stupid glint in his eyes. he was stirring up shit, and you both knew it. you sighed quietly, before looking up at him through your eyelashes with a small smile.

“topper just let it go,” you replied shortly, “you’re embarrassing yourself.” as you made to step away, a firm hand gripped your forearm with such force that the beer in your cup spilled on the ground.

“what do the pogues have that way don’t, huh?” toppers voice was getting louder, attracting the attention of his friends until they all were taking steps towards you. “is it jj?” toppers voice lowered ridiculously, so much you could barely hear him. but you did.

“fuck off, topper,” you whisper-yelled, and the sudden feeling of being enclosed struck you all at once until you were glancing around frantically for a way to escape without getting too much attention. across the bonfire, jj met your eyes. his hands were clenched around his red cup as his jaw ticked.

“get off me,” you said again, this time your tone was frantic as you tugged your arm back. topper stumbled forward, but his smile remained wide as ever.

everything happened so fast.

topper urged towards you with his arms out as though trying to soothe a wild animal, and suddenly he was on the floor underneath a blond mop of hair. “she doesn’t want you man,” jj bit out the words as he pummelled topper into the ground. a quiet ripping sound brought you out of your daze, yet at the sight of the smear of blood on your best friend’s face you stayed silent. “keep your hands off my fucking girl.”

ten minutes later, the both of you were sat in the twinkie as jj rolled his third joint of the night. a heavy silence had fallen, neither of you knowing what to say.

“you didn’t have to do that, jay.” your voice was quiet, and for a moment you thought he didn’t hear you with the way he light his blunt and slowly took a drag, eyes trained on the floor.

“yeah…i did,” his voice was painfully soft, but you couldn’t complain because he was finally looking at you, eyes shining in a silent question that you know you would answer anyway, regardless of if he voiced it.

“he didn’t hurt me,” you assured him, “i just…” as you trailed off your best friends eyes darkened. his jaw tightened, but he stayed silent. “I hate them so much.”

“and to think he thought you actually would go back to them,” as he spoke jj scoffed, “he touched you.” his eyes went to the scratch on your arm where one of toppers nails nicked you.

“i guess he did.”

at your words, his breath hitched in his throat. you hadn’t seen him like this before. the way he was looking at you made you weary, yet at the same time you didn’t want to to stop.

before you could question him, he was shuffling closer until you arms were touching side by side, and if either of you dared to turn your head your lips would be just centimeters apart. you dared. at your movement his eyes widened. no doubt, you were both under the influence of alcohol and weed, but with the way he gulped silently at the sight of you, and the way you want to bury your hands in his hair and tug was reason enough to ignore that fact.

your lips were tantalisingly close, hovering in the void state between kissing and not. “you know i would never let him touch you, right?” at his question you nodded vaguely, but not at the words. you nodded at the way his breath hit your lips just right, at the way his lips brushed yours ever so slightly as his lips fit around his words. the corner of his mouth raised into a smile. “my eyes are up here, babe-”

you couldn’t hold it in any longer. before he could even finish his sentence, your lips were on his. hands grasping at his hair you pulled him closer closer closer, until his chest was flush against yours. his breathing was heavy through his nose, as he finally realised what was happening. hesitatingly, he raised his hand to the back of your neck, playing with the short hairs under his fingers and smiling at the small whines that his ministrations earned him. as you tugged on his hair, he let out hisses and groans so delicious you just about needed him to make them again.

god, you just needed him.

just when you were about to throw your leg over his hip, he wrenched himself away from you, face lingering such a small distance away. he was silent, just watching you blink at him with hooded eyes, shallow breaths escaping him at the sight of you. you weren’t in a much better states your eyes raked over his figure, memorising every single detail before you. his trembling hands, his shuddering chest, his perfectly fallen hair, the dried blood on his jawline, and lastly his eyes. they were like deep pools of water borne from the ocean, and you wanted nothing more than to drown in them helplessly.

“i dont…” jj stuttered, for the first time in all the years you knew him. “don’t wanna ruin this, y’know.” his actions betrayed him. as he spoke, he brought a hand to your cheek and tenderly moved a strand of hair from your face. “but god, babe, i’ve wanted this…” his voice broke off at the sight of your face, and you could see the gears turning in his mind as he gnawed on his lower lip.

you opened your mouth to speak, and he took his chance, claiming your lips in a fierce kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. you seized your chance and threw your leg over his waist, you squirmed closer to him and revelled in the feeling of his firm hands planting themselves on the curve of your ass. without further prompting you swerved your hips over his.

“god,” jj whispered between kisses, “you have no…” he presses a wet kiss to your jaw, “idea how long…” he nipped at your throat teasingly, “i’ve waited for this.” you pressed your your hips flush against him, and he released a whine that you just had to hear again. “those fucking kooks wish they could see you like this,” he ground the words out like they revolted him just to think them, let alone speak them. “no,” he chuckled against your sweaty skin and he snaked a hand between you, “everyone wishes they could see you like this.”

the tips of his fingers brushed against your slit deliciously, and before you could stop yourself you cried out, hands gripping onto his shoulders in a vice grip so hard he winced into the curve of your neck. “shit, i’m so sorry,” you mumbled, but he cut you off with a thumb circling your clit gently and a look so tender you couldn’t help but keep his gaze. vulnerability crept up your throat, uncomfortable and soft, until you had to shove it down. distracting yourself, you attached your mouth to his neck, sucking and biting enough to illicit quiet mewling moans that went straight to both of your cores.

“jj” you whisper against his neck, feeling his whole body shudder, “i wanna…” you whine as you trail off your sentence, grinding straight into his thumb where it hit your clit just right. he smirked knowingly and reached to unbuckle his belt.

“oh hun, say less,” he breathed out his words as he held his dick to your entrance, eyes transfixed on where his tip met your entrance. breathless, he watched with wide eyes that darted between your face and your pussy at the speed of light as he teased your entrances

“please jay…” you whine as you grind forward onto his dick, accidentally pushing the tip in. without warning he throws his head into the crook of your neck, shuddering breaths shaking out of him and landing heavy against your neck.

“oh my god,” he hisses into your skin and bares his teeth, dragging them along the side of your neck until you were writhing on top of him. “you want it baby?” he asks, but he knows the answer. you watch his mouth as its corners tilt up into a mocking smile, “wanna ride my cock with everyone right outside? show em how much of a slut you are for me? just for me?”

with each question his voice got higher, hips rising to meet yours until his tip was fully in. whether it was the alcohol or the raw vulnerability of the moment neither of you knew, but his eyebrows were drawn together as he moaned and your eyes shut gently at how much you were feelings “god, jay don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

“i don’t see no god here,” he chuckles, grunting as another inch of him eased into you, and you could see in his eyes that he was formulating a plan. before you could ask, he answered. “it’s just me, baby.” with no further warning he pushed you back so that he was now on top, bottoming out into you with a buck of his hips that made you both cry out in ecstasy.

each thrust felt like a shot of tequila until you were so lost in his musk you couldn’t tell how long you’d been there, listening to his grunts and falling victim to the growing feeling in your stomach. “jay…” you whimper against his chest, clutching his shark tooth necklace in your fingers, “jay im gonna cum.”

at your words his pace quickened, his face scrunching in pleasure until you were sure that the other party goers would certainly hear you. like a waterfall, the band in your gut snapped and it all came crashing down at the same time you felt his warmth spill into you.

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Pacing Through Sentence Length in Writing

You ever notice how a scene can feel like it’s dragging or speeding up based solely on the length of the sentences? Sentence length isn't just a technical detail—it’s a pacing tool. When used right, it can control the speed and tension of your story. Here’s how:

Short Sentences = Speed, Tension, Impact

Short, snappy sentences are like quick breaths, instantly pulling the reader’s attention. They mimic fast action, nervous energy, or urgent thoughts. They create momentum. Think of action scenes or emotional moments—often, less is more.

Example: The door slammed shut. His heart raced. She was gone.

In just three sentences, you feel the urgency, the chaos, and the emotional weight of the moment. It’s all about breaking up the narrative with these quick hits to keep the reader on edge.

Long Sentences = Build-up, Reflection, Depth

On the flip side, long sentences slow things down, adding complexity, reflection, or tension. They’re great for moments of introspection, world-building, or setting a scene in rich detail. These sentences create a flow, pulling the reader into the character’s headspace or the atmosphere of the moment.

Example: The wind howled through the narrow alley, carrying the distant sounds of a city that never seemed to sleep, never seemed to rest, and in that eternal hum, he wondered, not for the first time, if he would ever find peace here or if, like everyone else who tried to escape the shadows, he would simply become another part of the city’s endless noise.

Here, the length of the sentence mimics the complexity of the thoughts—heavy, reflective, almost hypnotic. It builds tension not with action but with an overwhelming feeling of being stuck or trapped in thought.

Combining Both = Dynamic Flow

The real magic happens when you mix short and long sentences. This creates a rhythm—suddenly, a break in the flow, a quick shock, and then back to a longer, more drawn-out moment. It reflects real life: quick bursts of action or emotion followed by moments of pause or thought.

Example: He reached for the door. It was locked. His heart pounded, each beat a reminder of how badly he needed this. There were no other options. There was no way out. The key could be anywhere. And he could not afford to wait any longer.

TL;DR:

Long sentences = build tension, create depth, set mood. Short sentences = ramp up urgency, show action, make an impact. Mastering this flow is a game-changer for pacing!

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