jjscrybaby

[jjscrybaby]

been so burnt out the last few days but slowly coming back to myself 😛

[jjscrybaby]

neeeddd more dealer!jj!!!

i needs ideas!!!

[jjscrybaby]

it is so hot i can’t even focus on trying to write☹️i need AIR

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can i request a jj x pogue reader fic where’s y/n is the one that gets thrown overboard on the way to morroco? maybe john b saves her like jj saved sarah?

maybe a little angst before that makes jj yearn for y/n even more when they’re on shore

overboard

warnings: one use of y/n, near drowning, mean!jj, mentions of abuse, john b being a good friend.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your head ached from where you’d been thrown across the boat and into a cabinet, but non of that hurt more than knowing your boyfriend was in pain. JJ was a shell of a person at the moment, he was drunk, he was cruel and he was hurt. Finding out the abusive man who raised you wasn’t your biological father would do that to you; so would meeting said biological father and having him betray you.

One thing you weren’t going to do was let himself get killed on this boat. You held onto the wall, taking deep breaths as you moved from room to room until you found the bunks where JJ laid.

“You need to get to safety, JJ!” You ordered loudly, tears in your eyes as you watched him take a sip of whiskey.

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing?” He was yelling now, words a little slurred.

“I’m coming to make sure you’re not being an idiot!” You exclaimed. “You can’t drink your way through this.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” He scoffed, barely audible over the sounds of crashing waves. You’d never been so scared, and selfishly you wanted JJ to be the one comforting you.

“You’re supposed to make sure everyone’s okay! You’re supposed to stick with us, with me,” you responded, desperate for your words to get through.

“Stick with you?” He laughed cruelly, the sound of it shot through your heart like an arrow. “Don’t kid yourself, it’s not like we’re going to last much longer whether we die on this boat or not.”

“What?” You weren’t even sure if he could hear you from how quietly you were speaking compared to the sounds of the sea.

“You heard me,” he spat. Drunk JJ used to be fun, he used to be clingy and loving and funny, non of this was funny.

Your mouth opened to respond, tears rolling down your cheeks, but the sound of John B’s voice coming from outside interrupted. “Help!” He was screaming.

“Fuck,” you hissed. You looked back to JJ, trying to see if he was going to do anything. He just stared blankly back at you. This was going to be a one woman job. You made your way to another door, pulling it open to be met with forceful winds.

“What’re you doing—” JJ’s voice was panicked now, you could hear him struggling to get down from the bunk behind you.

“John B is my friend and I’m going to help him!” You yelled back. The door slammed behind you, leaving him inside and you outside — alone. “JB?”

“Over here!” He was ducked behind some boxes, covering his head with his hands. “Don’t— don’t come over here, it’s not safe. I can’t get up, the winds too strong.”

“Just wait there, hang on!” You called back. You weren’t going to let him die on this boat; not after you’ve all escaped death so many times before. You ignored his warnings, continuing to push through to try and get to him.

The door opened, JJ stepped out and cupped his hand above his head as he tried to look for you. You took a step, before hearing his yell out in utter despair. “Y/N! Watch out!”

A wave came at you, grabbing you as you were dragged from the boat and into the ocean. You tried to scream, but all that did was cause you to swallow a mouthful of water. The next thing you saw was darkness.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

You woke up with a cough, water filled your lungs as you leant over and yacked onto the sand beneath you. With a spinning head, you looked around to work out where you were. John B laid beside you, knocked out.

“John B!” You exclaimed, crawling over to him. You shook him harshly, making him groan out.

“Jesus Christ,” he complained, rubbing his head.

“Where are we? What happened? Where’s JJ?” You threw a ton of questions at him as he sat up, a bit of a dazed look on his face.

“Uh— you went overboard tryin’ to get to me, I jumped in after you. Last thing I saw was Pope and Kiara grabbing JJ before he could jump in after us,” John B explained. “I don’t know where they are, I don’t know where we are.”

“Why would you do that?” You asked softly, looking down at him.

“Because you’re my best friend, and you’re also my best friend’s girlfriend. Just because he’s being an ass at the moment doesn’t mean I don’t love him, if you’d died I’d have to deal with that for the rest of my life,” John B joked. The humour didn’t work, your eyes filled with tears as you flung your arms around him.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, patting your back. “I think we’re both concussed.”

“We’ve gotta find them. They must’ve made it, they— I’m sure they did.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince yourself or him.

“Let’s start searching, I have a pregnant wife to get back to,” he sighed, forcing himself up to his feet before holding his hand out to help you up.

Hours went by. You were exhausted, thirsty and beginning to lose hope. All there was around you was sand. You were starting to think about drinking from the ocean you were so dehydrated. Just as you were beginning to lose hope, you spotted some specks in the distance.

Two people were sprinting towards you, your heart stuttered in your chest as two heads of blonde hair came into view. You and John B picked up the pace, jogging to meet them halfway. Sarah went barrelling into John B’s arms and you into JJ’s.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he repeated, stroking your hair as he lifted you from the ground. “I— I thought you were dead.”

“So did I,” you whispered back as he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you into a kiss.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered in between kisses. “I fucked up. I didn’t mean what I said, I can’t lose you, I never want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” you murmured back in reassurance.

He pulled away, looking over to John B. Sarah’s arms wrapped around you as the two boys stared at each other. JJ broke first, wrapping his arms around John B and burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you,” he sobbed.

“You were too liquored up to go jumpin’ in there,” John B joked, rubbing his best friends back. “But, now that I showed you how good of a friend I am… are you ready to be a god father?”

JJ pulled away, tears running down his face. He nodded, sniffling. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t,” John B nodded. “Let’s go get that damn crown.”

[jjscrybaby]

Going back to toxic ex jj bc your new boyfriend isn't satisfying you like jj can

satisfaction

warnings: rough!jj, hair pulling, fingering, cheating (not on each other)

toxic ex!jj masterlist

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” JJ smirked, leaning against the doorframe as he looked you up and down.

You knew he was going to be smug. Ever since he’d found out about you and Tommy a month ago he’d been out to get you. Showing up at the places you’d go on dates, coming over and being overly friendly at Keggers, he even followed Tommy on instagram.

Tommy was nice. He had a good job, he always kept you updated on what he was doing, he made you smile. He was nice. There were minor problems; like the fact that he didn’t once get jealous when JJ would send you a flirty text whilst the two of you were together, or how he didn’t care if you went out in a tiny skirt; in reality, those were green flags, but that wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want a drama-free life.

“Are you going to invite me in or what?” You muttered. You couldn’t stand on your high horse, not today, not when you’re the one that’s showed up at his door at nearly two in the morning.

“Mhm, that depends on what you’re here for,” he tilted his head at you, gaze darkening.

You’d been on a date with Tommy tonight, like you’d been doing most of your nights for the last month, and then you went back to his apartment. He’d laid you down, stripped your clothes off and made love to you. There was no talking, no heat and definitely no orgasm — at least for one of you. To put it kindly, he was tragic in bed.

“Can I just come in?” You whined, fighting the urge to stomp your foot.

He chuckled, moving out of the way and pulling the door open a little wider for you to enter. He stayed still, your hips brushed against him as you walked past and sat down on the pull-out. He stayed standing, leaning against the wall as he looked down at you.

“You gonna tell me what you want or are we just gonna stare at each other all night long?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

“You don’t know?” He echoed. His footsteps echoed as he walked towards you, stopping just in front of you. He reached out and ran his finger over your jaw, until he harshly grabbed your hair and forced you to look up at him. “Ain’t gonna get what you want if you don’t use your words.”

“I— I want you to fuck me!” You squeaked out, tears in your eyes.

His hold loosened and he smirked down at you. “Yeah, baby, I figured. Why?”

“Why?” You repeated in confusion. When had you ever needed a reason to want to hook up with him? For the last five months that’s all the two of you did together.

“You’ve got a boyfriend now, right? Don’t need me anymore. Yet here you are, showin’ up at my door, wakin’ me up in the middle of the night. Why?” He explained, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“Because you’re good at it,” you grumbled. You knew he wasn’t going to make this easy, but now he was just being cruel.

“Yeah, I know. Still ain’t givin’ me the answer that I want, babydoll,” he mocked.

You knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and with a sigh you nodded slowly. “You’re better than he is.”

“There it is,” he cooed, pulling you up to your feet. His forehead leant against yours as he leant in, lips trailing over your skin. “How much better?”

“So— so much,” you breathed out, hands grabbing onto his biceps.

His hand ran down your body, squeezing your ass before dipping under your skirt. His fingers teased you through your panties, making you let out a quiet moan. “He know how to touch you like this?”

“Nuh uh,” you denied, shaking your head as you leant your face into his chest.

He chuckled, pulling your thong to the side as he began to circle your clit. “So damn wet already, forgot how easy you are to please.”

Turns out, you aren’t easy to please. At least not for anyone else.

“Please, Jayj,” you begged, biting his bare shoulder; he hissed slightly as he stuck two fingers inside of you at once.

“You gonna break up with him?” He asked, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit as he began to finger-fuck you right there in the living room.

“I don’t— I’m not sure,” you stuttered out in between moans.

All movement stopped and you cried out. “Give me a proper answer and you can have what you want.”

You whined, tears brimming your eyes. Maybe you’d be able to live without good sex for the rest of your life; but you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without JJ.

“Yeah, I’ll break up with him.”

“That’s my girl,” he smirked against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. “Call him now, give him the bad news.”

With how good JJ’s fingers felt, you didn’t even feel that guilty as you dialled the number.

[jjscrybaby]

YOU LOVE BROOKLYN 99!!! OMG! I started watching it this month and I’m already on season 7!! It’s so good omg

yesss!! its my fav show🫶��be warned, the last season is pretty disappointing:(

[jjscrybaby]

hungover as fuck today, promise ill do some more writing tomorrow :)

[jjscrybaby]

facetimed my ex to feel something🩷planned for him to come see me soon🩷reason we broke up is cause he wants to see other girls on his boys holidays and still be with me🩷help🩷

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FWB!STEVE

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

fwb!steve who… is known as ‘king steve’ around school. he’s the popular kid, whilst you’re just the pretty girl in his class who he can’t get enough of.

fwb!steve who… met you because he was failing english. you tutored him and instead of paying attention to what you were saying he plotted how he was going to get you into bed with him.

fwb!steve who… keeps you a secret for his own reputation. he’d never hear the end of it from tommy and those other assholes he hangs out with if they knew he was hooking up with someone like you.

fwb!steve who… stopped sleeping with anyone else the moment he started with you. he never admits it to you, but he hates the thought of being around another woman; let alone sleeping with one.

fwb!steve who… doesn’t realise he’s being cruel by hiding you. he thinks he’s doing both you and himself a favour, he doesn’t think that it bothers you. deep down it does.

fwb!steve who… goes crazy when he see’s other guys paying attention to you. just because you’re shy doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty, and he has to hold himself back every time he see’s you giggle at another guys joke.

fwb!steve who… invites you to his games, but then doesn’t even acknowledge that you’re there. he likes the thought of you watching him, but he can’t show you any attention with his friends around.

fwb!steve who… one day will realise that he’s in love with you, and if being with you means he’ll have to cut off his friends he’ll happily do so.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

BLURBS.

coming soon…

ONE SHOTS.

coming soon…

[jjscrybaby]

˙⋆✮ steve harrington.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

AU LIST!

𝜗𝜚 fwb!steve

𝜗𝜚 sheriffs!daughter

SERIES.

coming soon…

ONE SHOTS.

𝜗𝜚 two ghosts

[jjscrybaby]

GIRL your a very fast writer, I’m impressed 💔

thankyou🤗🤗

[jjscrybaby]

could i request a jj fic where hes dating pogue reader! and have been for a long time (kind of a plot change of jj not being a player as if jj’s been with y/n since like 8th grade)

maybe they’re doing a bunch of treasure hunt things and jj says smth along the lines of finally something new and exciting in my life which makes the reader a little insecure

but as they’re all doing treasure hunt things and meeting sarah and everything’s new and changing snd group forgets it’s the readers bday and she gets upset with everyone after but john b lowkey becomes a dick and is like ok sorry but the gold

y/n and jj get into a fight about him not defending her immediately and they ignore each other after but maybe she gets hurt on the next adventure and jj saves her and it’s a happy ending?

sorry if it’s long 😭😭😭 just a lot of angst and fluff please

forgotten

warnings: angsty, mean!pogues, jj not being a good boyfriend, car accident.

a/n: this isn’t exactly canon because I’ve had to switch some events around but it was the best i could do at 3am. hope you enjoy <3 looking at this the next day i hate it🥲but i can’t come up with anything else.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

John B had been your friend for years. You met JJ in the eighth grade, and within a few weeks you were dating, surprisingly it wasn’t just a childhood crush and you were still together now. You’d met John B because of JJ, the two of them were a dynamic duo, so when his father went missing you felt the ache in your chest; you wanted to be there for your friend. What you didn’t realise was that nine months later the entire world would feel like it was crashing down on you.

A treasure hunt. Of course Big John had set up a treasure hunt during his final days, he’d always been a little wacky. You had homework, you had work, you couldn’t be there every time like the rest of them; you weren’t sure how they managed but they did. You missed out on so much of it that at times it felt like you weren’t even apart of it, they stopped inviting you because they figured you wouldn’t be free. Even last week JJ had made a comment about how exciting things had been recently, were you not exciting enough for him anymore?

Your final straw came on your birthday. You made your way over to the Chateau after breakfast with your parents, like you had done every year since you were thirteen. You hadn’t had any texts, there weren’t any Instagram posts from your friends, but you just figured they were going to do that all later. You walked inside, kicking your shoes off as you found everyone else lounging around on the porch; new addition Sarah Cameron included.

“Hey, baby,” JJ greeted, barely looking at you as he carried on his conversation with John B — something about the damn treasure hunt.

You blinked in surprise, looking around at your friends. Not one of them looked back at you, not even a smile in greeting, definitely no ‘happy birthday’s’. “Guys, that’s not funny,” you said, sitting down in the empty seat beside your boyfriend.

“Huh?” Kiara asked, looking up at you.

“I said… it’s not funny,” you murmured. They looked confused, like they didn’t have a clue what you were talking about, like they’d really forgotten.

“What’s not funny?” Pope questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh shit, you’re serious,” you whispered. You looked to JJ and John B — your boyfriend and your longest friend — they have to remember.

“Serious about what, dude? We thought you were workin’ today, we were about to head out,” John B explained, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Head out to do what?” John B had always been a terrible secret keeper, if they were playing a prank on you then he’d be the first to break.

“Found another lead for the gold,” he said with a smile. All he’s cared about for the last few weeks is the gold, all anyones cared about really. You’re sick of it.

“JJ?” You whispered, turning to him with a look of heartbreak in your eyes. He’d fold at that look, he could never manage to prank you for long; you were a sensitive soul.

“What’s the matter?” He worried, reaching forward to cup your face in his hands. You flinched away like he’d tried to hit you. “Babe, what the fucks goin’ on?”

“Do you know something?” John B stared at you eagerly, like you were about to tell him that yes, you were upset because you’d found a lead in the case.

“I know that my friends are all assholes!” You exclaimed, jumping up from the seat.

“Uh, rude,” Pope muttered.

“What’d we do?” Kiara asked, pulling a face of annoyance at you.

“It’s my birthday,” you cried out, tears now running down your cheeks.

You watched as everyone’s face fell, including Sarah’s who you didn’t even expect to know when your birthday was. JJ opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Kiara buried her face in her hands, probably embarrassed with herself. Pope’s cheek had a red hint, he didn’t like disappointing his friends. It was John B’s reaction that made you want to throw up.

“Happy birthday,” he shrugged, going back to looking at some notebook in his lap.

“That’s it? Happy birthday? You’re not even going to apologise?” You scoffed, looking at him as if he was a stranger instead of your best friend.

“Look, I’m sorry that we forgot but there’s been a lot going on at the moment. This is just, kind of really important. It’s about my dad, y’know?” He said, not a twinge of guilt in his voice.

You looked to JJ. There was no way he’d let John B talk to you like that. Your blonde boyfriend gave you a guilty smile and a little shrug, you felt your heart crack in your chest.

“Fuck you guys,” you muttered, turning around and walking back into the house.

“Seriously?” John B exclaimed.

“Chill,” JJ hissed. You were putting your shoes on when he followed you inside, closing the porch door for some privacy. “You didn’t need to be rude.”

“And you could’ve defended me,” you sniffled, tying your laces.

You didn’t necessarily care that they’d forgotten, if they’d all apologised and tried to make you feel special you would’ve been over it in minutes. But that’s not what they did. Instead, you were made to feel small and unimportant; because all that matters now is the gold.

“You know how he is at the moment, there’s no point in arguing with him,” JJ argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But you can argue with me just fine?” You questioned, standing back up. “I’m happy that you’ve all find some excitement in your lives, but I can’t help the fact I feel a little left behind.”

His face scrunched up, before a look of realisation crossed over it. “Babe, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I was just sayin’ that it’s cool that we’re doing this, that’s all.”

“Yeah, you’re doing it. You don’t even ask if I want to come anymore!” You exclaim, tears stinging your eyes.

“Because you’re busy and I don’t want to make you feel like you have to choose. Don’t put that on me,” he retaliated.

“You forgot my birthday, JJ. It’s the fucking passcode to your phone, how do you forget that?” You cried out, rubbing your eyes harshly to try and stop the tears.

“I’ve been distracted, baby. I— I didn’t mean to upset you, okay? Would you just come back out here and stop being so dramatic,” he huffed.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any worse.

“I’m going home,” you muttered, turning away to open the front door.

“Seriously? Gonna go spend your birthday alone in your bedroom? We apologised, we’ve been busy, get over it,” he snapped. Sometimes when JJ was overwhelmed with guilt he’d make it feel like it was your fault, you knew that, he’d done it plenty of times before, but this one really hurt.

“Call me when you’ve got your head out of John B’s ass.” And with that, you slammed the door shut.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

You didn’t see the Pogues for a few days, but soon enough Kiara was showing up outside your house with a present and a thousand apologises. That was all you’d wanted; to feel at least a little bit of love. She dragged you along to the Chateau, where Pope and even Sarah said sorry to you. John B did it in his own way, giving you a new bracelet and a kiss on the head. JJ didn’t say a word.

Arguments with JJ always went like this. You were both too stubborn for your own good and neither of you wanted to be the one to break first. You’d had arguments over nothing that had lasted days because you didn’t want to apologise. But this time it wasn’t over nothing, it was over you feeling hurt and it was his turn to man up and say sorry.

You were on the way to follow another lead. It didn’t bother you as much, not now that you actually were starting to feel involved. You knew at some point someone was gonna get hurt during this, but you’d figured it would be from something dangerous. Not because John B lost control of the van and slammed into a tree.

Your ears were ringing, the world around you was spinning as you reached up to grip your head. It had flung to the side and smacked into the window. Hands were on you, but you couldn’t work out who’s they were.

“Hey, hey, fuck, John B! What the fuck is wrong with you!” You snapped out of your trance from the yelling, eyes widening as JJ came into focus; tears in his eyes. “C’mon, baby, you’re okay. Look at me, you’re okay.”

“Mhm,” you groaned.

“Don’t touch it,” JJ murmured, grabbing your hand just before you could feel the wound. “Just a bit of blood, gonna get you to the hospital. You’re okay, you’ll be okay, please be okay.”

John B was in the back now, handing JJ his bandana to hold over your wound whilst Kiara called for an ambulance. It seemed everyone else had got away with just some scrapes and bruises. “I’m so sorry,” John B apologised.

“Who gave you a license?” You asked, making him smile weakly.

“I don’t know, I’m giving it back,” he replied, stroking your hair.

The ambulance arrived and gave you a checkup there and then, they stitched up your head and came to the conclusion that you had a concussion. JJ sat with you the whole time, gripping onto your hand like he was the one in pain. By the time you got back to the Chateau the sun had set and you were exhausted, the pain now just a dull ache from the painkillers you’d been given.

“What’d you need?” JJ murmured as you laid down on his bed, already closing your eyes.

“For you to punch John B in the nose,” you grumbled, making him chuckle as he sat down beside you; hand resting on your back.

“Happily.”

“Kidding. He feels guilty enough.” You’d seen John B cry maybe five times in your years of friendship, today was one of those days. If you weren’t in so much pain you would have taken a picture.

“I’m really sorry,” JJ blurted out.

“Why? Did you take the wheel?” You honestly couldn’t remember, there was a chance he had.

“Not about today, about… about your birthday.” His voice cracked, tears brimming his eyes. “I can’t believe I forgot, and trust me I’m never gonna forgive myself for it. I��ve just been tryin’ to be the best friend I can be for John B, I don’t know how to help him, y’know? But… you’re my priority, always will be, and I’m sorry if I made you think that you weren’t.”

“I don’t care that you forgot my birthday, JJ. I care that you didn’t even apologise. Basically just told me to get over it,” you sighed.

“I know, fuck, baby, I know. I messed up so bad, I just felt so fuckin’ awful and I went on the defence. I’m sorry, please, I’ll never put anyone before you again. I thought I lost you for a second today and I know I can’t live without you,” he pleaded, cupping your face gently in his hands.

“Calm down,” you murmured, taking his hand in yours as you watched him work himself up. “I’m not breaking up with you, JJ. I just need you to work on apologising when you do something wrong.”

“I will, I will,” he promised, leaning down to kiss your cheek repeatedly. “Your present is at my place, and when you’re feelin’ better we’ll go and celebrate properly. Maybe a weekend away to the Mainland? I was savin’ up for it anyway.”

“As long as you don’t mention the gold,” you tease, making him chuckle quietly.

“Scouts honour, no mentioning of gold or anything else that’ll make you have anything but a perfect birthday-redo,” he reassured, pecking your lips.

“Can’t wait,” you smiled weakly.

“You think you’ll ever get in the car with John B again?” He murmured, lying down beside you.

“Not if you offered me all the money in the world.”

[jjscrybaby]

omg i’m obsessed with bsf!jj 😭🩷 i actually need more of this: “Your classmates didn’t understand what you were to each other, you’d say you were best friends but then you’d be sat in his lap with him kissing your neck for the majority of a kegger.” like maybe these type of moments between them before they got together? you write them so well!!

just friends

warnings: alcohol consumption, flirting, mention of JJ’s childhood, perv!jj, jealous!jj, maybe a little sexual.

a/n: this was soooo fun to write! if anyone would like a part 2 and/or has any ideas to add to it lmk, i luv bsf!jj <333

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keggers.

The world around you was starting to spin, that lost vodka shot had done it’s job and you knew that you were in need of a break. Everyone that was further than three feet away from you were blurry little dots, your eyes narrowed as you tried to find your friends in the swarm of people. You spotted John B first, letting out a sigh of relief as you stumbled over to the log he was sat on. You now could see Sarah, sat beside him with her head on his shoulders and her eyes closed; she’d always been the biggest lightweight. You didn’t want to interrupt, but God was on your side when a familiar blonde plopped down onto the other log.

“Jayj,” you beamed. It had been awhile since you’d last seen him, an hour or two at least, that just always seemed to happen at these things.

“Hey, babydoll,” he greeted, looking up at you as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. “You havin’ a good time?”

“The best.” There was plenty of space beside him, or even on the log that John B and Sarah were sat on, but you decided that the most appealing seat was his lap.

He chuckled as you sat down, hand wrapping around your waist to steady you as the other moved to rub your lower-thigh. “Had a few shots, huh?”

“Just a few,” you murmured, smiling at him. You watched as he lit his cigarette, stealing it from his hold after he’d taken two pulls.

“A please would be nice,” he smirked, hand continuing to rub circles into your skin. You just shrugged, handing it back after you’d had enough.

“Missed you,” you murmured, shifting to get comfier; he let out a slight groan.

“Mhm, missed you too, baby,” he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck. Goosebumps ran over your arms; it was the coldness, it had nothing to do with the way he started to pepper kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

“A live sex show? Lovely,” Pope deadpanned, appearing from thin air and sitting down beside John B.

Your cheeks flushed red, but all JJ did was smirk as he carried on with what he was doing. “Can’t a man love on his best friend?” He asked, lifting his head slightly; you had the urge to whine at him to keep going.

John B snorted, looking down into his cup. Ever since you guys were kids he’d known there was something different about the two of yours relationship. You didn’t look at him the same way you looked at JJ, and JJ definitely didn’t spend Keggers kissing all over his neck.

“Wanna head home soon?” JJ murmured, words meant just for you. It was never clear how these things would end — whether it would be him leaving with you or another girl for the night.

Home didn’t mean separately, he meant to your home. Usually your parents just assumed that JJ would be in your bed the morning after you’d gone out.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you whispered back.

You ignored your friends knowing looks as the pair of you took off up the beach, his arm still wrapped around your waist and your heart still fluttering pathetically in your chest.

christmas

Every year you woke your parents up at the crack of dawn, it didn’t matter that you were definitely too old to be doing such a thing; you loved Christmas. Your alarm went off at 7am, just like usual, and you excitedly sat up. You tried to get up, but an arm wrapped around you and tugged you back down.

“What’re you doing?” You whined, looking down at the smirking blonde. His eyes were still closed, face smushed into the cushion.

“Gettin’ my beauty sleep, just like you should be,” he murmured back.

“It’s Christmas, JJ,” you argued, trying to escape from his firm grip — the more you fought the tighter it got. “Okay, I can’t breathe.”

He chuckled, blinking sleepily as he opened his eyes. “It’s early, baby. Just a bit longer, yeah? Didn’t get to sleep until three.”

“Because we were watching Christmas movies,” you reminded with a pout.

It was no surprise that JJ didn’t care for Christmas, or any holidays really. The only presents he ever got were from your family and John B’s, he never decorated the tree or watched Elf with a cup of hot chocolate. His Christmas days were like any other day; babysitting his hungover dad and watching cartoons. Now though, he wasn’t in his house. He was in yours, and you did things differently.

“Don’t you want to open your presents?” You tried to persuade, leaning down so your face was only a few inches from his. Even though your parents also didn’t have a ton of money, they’d made sure to get JJ gifts every year; even more this year now that he was celebrating with you.

He smirked, making you blush slightly. “Does my present involve you bein’ this close to me all damn day? ‘Cause if so, yes.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, although a small smile made its way through.

“You ain’t good at bargaining,” he teased. “Just another hour, yeah? The presents will still be there when we get up. I’m sure your parents will throw a damn party if you don’t wake them up so early.”

“But—” his hand covered your mouth, making you pout.

“No buts. Lie down, close your eyes, I’m tired,” he argued, manhandling you until you were laid on your side. He threw his arm around your waist and tugged you backwards so your back was flush against his chest. “Sleep.”

Maybe an extra hour wouldn’t be so bad.

dates

“C’mon, you’re not serious.” He was whining, a line between his eyebrows from how hard he was frowning. You’d already told everyone else that you wouldn’t be able to make movie night, but you knew that telling JJ would be difficult.

“Jayj, it’s one night. It’s not the end of the world, you’ll still have everyone else,” you huffed, sitting next to him on the couch.

“It’s just— it’s shitty! You shouldn’t cancel on us just to go have sex.” The most hypocritical thing he’d ever said. JJ had cancelled on your guys hundreds of times to go hang out with a girl.

“First of all, don’t even go there because you know I’ll win. Secondly, I’m not going to have sex! I got asked on a date,” you argued, gently kicking his thigh.

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like a toddler about to throw a tantrum. “Fine, go on the stupid date.”

You weren’t asking for his permission, and you would have said as much if you wanted to start an argument. But, you didn’t. This was the best you were going to get. “Thankyou.” You leant over and kissed his cheek.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Thursday night rolled around and you went on your date, within ten minutes you were regretting your decision. Kooks weren’t your type, but when Kyle had walked into the restaurant you worked at and asked for your number he’d seemed charming. You figured you’d give him a shot. Turns out, he was only charming before he got the girl — afterwards, he was downright disgusting.

He spent the night talking about himself; his wealth, his friends, his gym routine. He didn’t ask much about you, and when he did the questions didn’t sit right with you. What’s it like living on the Cut? How many guys come into your work and ask you out? Hey, isn’t that JJ Maybank guy your friend? The list went on, and by the time he’d paid the bill you were falling asleep.

“You want to come back to my place?” You didn’t even say goodbye, just turned around and walked away.

He’d picked you up after work — you’d had to change in the tiny cubicles of the bathroom — so you didn’t have a ride home. You could either walk forty minutes in the dark, or you could swallow your pride and call the one person you knew would come and pick you up.

JJ pulled up next to you fifteen minutes later, he leant across the console and pushed open the door for you. You sighed, climbed in and glared at him. “Don’t say a word.”

He held his hands up in surrender, turning the van around to head back home. “I wasn’t going to.”

“Don’t lie,” you grumbled under your breath.

“That bad, huh?” He sounded genuinely sympathetic, but you could also hear the smugness; you couldn’t really blame him, you felt the same every time he cut off a girl once he got bored.

“Yeah, that bad,” you admitted with a sigh, running a hand over your face.

He just nodded, reaching over to squeeze your thigh comfortingly; his hand rested there. “You look pretty.” You’d tried to dress up, borrowing one of Kiara’s dresses that her mom kept buying her.

“Thank you,” you said softly, giving him a shy smile.

“No worries,” he winked. “So, no second date?”

“As if,” you muttered.

“Naw, who cares? You got me, you don’t need a boyfriend.”

hauls

JJ was bored out of his mind. He’d been sat on your bed for the last half an hour whilst you showed him new outfits from the clothes that Sarah had gifted you. He thought he was going to at least get to watch you undress, but you kept making him close his eyes.

“Okay, open!” You ordered. He opened his mouth to complain, ready to tell you he was bored and he wanted to go out, the words died on the tip of his tongue as he looked at you.

You were wearing a white bikini, thong bottoms and a triangle top; leaving hardly anything to the imagination. “Holy shit,” he blurted out.

“Like it?” You giggled, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror; giving him the perfect view of your ass.

“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” he muttered, hands growing sweaty.

“Is that a yes?” You teased.

“Is that a yes? You look sexy as fuck, baby. I legit want to take a picture,” he responded, no shame whatsoever.

Your cheeks heated up, stomach fluttering at the thought of you giving him his own private photo shoot. “Perv.”

“Just for you,” he winked. “That’s, by far, my favourite outfit of the day.”

“I think there’s one that’s the same but in red,” you murmured, reaching for the bag to try and find it.

He grabbed a pillow, placing it over his lap as he nodded his head; trying to act nonchalant. “Let’s have a look at that one.”

[jjscrybaby]

mine.

warnings: jealous!jj, violence, public sex, choking, possessive!jj.

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The bonfire was one of your favourite annual events on the island. You’d been going since you were fourteen, Kooks and Pogues mixed in with each other, for once not letting the war come between them. The smell of smoke always clung to your clothes even after multiple washes, it’s why you never wore your favourite outfits.

Tonight, you’d promised yourself you were going to have fun. Sarah had come over and gotten ready with you, it wasn’t summer anymore so you couldn’t walk around in mini skirts; even if you wanted to. You’d chosen a pair of jeans and a lacy top, you could still look cute even in the cold.

It had only take five minutes of you being there for John B to come over, as much as you adored him it was still unbelievably awkward. He was always going to be on JJ’s side, you understood that, you liked that. At least you knew the blonde had someone for life. It took another three minutes for said blonde to come wandering over, as careless as ever.

“Hello, ladies,” he greeted, taking a swig of his beer as he stood next to John B.

“Hi,” you replied bluntly. You weren’t drunk yet, therefore he was not your friend; he was just your asshole ex boyfriend.

He smirked. He liked this little game you’d play, counting down the minutes on how long it would take for you to break. “You’re grouchy tonight.”

“JJ,” John B warned under his breath; not wanting to be in the middle of another one of your cat-fights. During the end of your relationship he always seemed to be there, mainly because you spent all your time at his house.

“I’m getting a drink,” you muttered, stalking off towards the drinks table.

An hour late you were tipsy, not so drunk that you didn’t know what you were doing but not so sober that you weren’t enjoying yourself. Kiara and you were dancing around the fire, giggling at each other, when you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder. Your head swivelled, coming face to face with a guy. A cute guy.

“Hi,” he greeted with a smile. Not exactly your type, you preferred guys that smirked, but he wasn’t bad to look at.

“I like your dancing,” he said, making you giggle.

“Why thank you,” you responded, looking up at him with a grin.

Kie bumped your hip as she walked away, sending you a wink. She wanted you to move on, for your own benefit. Even if she was JJ’s friend first, she’s always been for the girls. You roll your eyes fondly, turning back to the mystery man.

“You want a drink?” He offered, nodding to your empty cup.

You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options. “Sure, I’ll have a drink.”

One drink turned into three, and before you knew it he had his tongue down your throat. He wasn’t the best kisser, his hands were awkward as he held your waist, but it felt nice to kiss someone that wasn’t a complete dickhead.

“The fuck are you doing?” You could recognise that voice anywhere. You cringed as you pulled away, turning to look at him in annoyance.

“Having fun. What are you doing?” You asked childishly.

There was a look in his eyes you’d only seen a few times; like he was ready to murder the man stood uncomfortably beside you. JJ took a step forward, chest bumping into the guys. “You want to walk away?”

“Uh… not really? Who are you?” You cringed again, covering your face with your hands; wrong answer.

JJ let out a laugh, filled with anything but humour. He swung his fist, decking the poor guy right in the face. He yelped, falling backwards onto the dusty floor as he clutched his nose is pain.

“JJ!” You yelled, swatting at his chest. “Are you fucking crazy?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. He bent down so he was beside his victim, a manic smile on his face. “You go near her again you’ll have more than just a bloody nose to deal with, got it?”

“I got it, I got it,” the guy repeated, nodding his head, scared out of his mind.

You just shook your head, turning around and storming away from the scene. Who did JJ think he was? He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, it wasn’t like you were cheating on him, he had no right to—

“Where the fuck are you goin’, princess?” He asked, coming up behind you as he grabbed your waist.

“Get off me, asshole,” you huffed, elbowing him in the ribs.

He groaned in pain, hunching over. “Shit, forgot how good your aim was.” You carried on walking off, away from the bonfire and away from civilisation. “C’mon, baby! What did you think was gonna happen?”

“I thought you’d mind your own business!” You shouted back, not bothering to turn around to face him. You reached the car park, sighing when you realised Sarah had driven you over. The Twinkie was in sight, maybe you could just steal it; John B usually left his keys inside like an idiot.

Before you could even think about doing such a thing, you were being manhandled against the side of the van. You yelled out, trying to escape his hold but his hands just tightened around your waist. He stared down at you, a look of irritation in his eyes.

“You really think you aren’t my business?” He questioned, tilting his head. “Everythin’ you do is my business. Includin’ kissing jackasses who would never be able to make you feel as good as me.”

“Get over yourself,” you scoffed, glaring up at him.

“You tellin’ me I’m wrong?” He murmured, leaning down and grazing his lips against your neck. You stuttered out a breath, fighting the urge to just give in.

“Yeah, you’re wrong,” you’re stated weakly.

He smirked against your skin, sucking gently on your pulse point as his hands came around and grabbed at your ass. “Why don’t you go back to him then?”

“Because you threatened his life, he’d probably cry if I came near him,” you muttered grouchily.

He snorted, clearly finding himself amusing. “I didn’t realise you had a thing for pussy’s. Ain’t the right guy for you, sweetcheeks. He didn’t even try and fight back.”

JJ’s arms wrapped around you, lifting you up so you were properly caged in now. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your dignity slowly slipping. “I hate you,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he whispered back, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m such a prick, ain’t I?” A kiss to your jaw. “Not lettin’ just anyone have their way with you. I’m evil.”

“I wouldn’t have had sex with him!” You argued.

He chuckled again, squeezing your ass once before letting you back down onto solid ground. “Go on then, get back to the bonfire.”

“…What?” You stared up at him, confused and dazed.

JJ smirked. “Thought you hated me, that usually means you shouldn’t hang out with me.”

“Jayj,” you whined. “You can’t— that’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair?” He asked. He was teasing now, just being straight-up cruel. If you had more self respect you’d turn around and do as he said; go back to the party and find a new man to hang out with.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have that self respect.

“Shit— JJ,” you moaned, legs thrown over his shoulders as you lay on the hood of the Twinkie; John B was going to kill you.

“Shhh,” he muttered, slowing his thrusts as he ran his fingers through your sweaty hair. “You want everyone to come see you gettin’ fucked by your ex? Want them to know how much you miss me?”

“In your dreams,” you scoff, although the comment didn’t sting; he could feel you clenching around his cock.

“Mhm, don’t gotta dream it,” he said, hips starting to snap against yours. He leant down, lips brushing your ear. “You’re all mine, you hear me? Mine.” You didn’t answer, just let out a whimper as he hit the spot. His hand wrapped around your throat, a slight pressure to his hold. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear you, I hear you!” You cried out. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.”

[jjscrybaby]

pretty girl.

warnings: mentions of drugs, consumption of drugs, shy!reader, jj’s a dealer (duh).

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The music is full blast, the boneyard has started to fill up now; drinks are flowing, but you’re just not in the mood. You didn’t want a drink, last week you’d had one too many shots and the next day was spent on the bathroom floor as you prayed to God to make you feel better — promising you’d never drink again. You hadn’t even wanted to go to the kegger, but one of your friends was going through a breakup and she’d wanted you there. Now it felt unnecessary, considering within five minutes she was grinding on another man and had forgotten about your existence entirely.

You sighed, looking around to see if you could spot anyone you recognised; instead what you saw was a small crowd queuing up near a log. You tilted your head in wonder, waiting for them to disperse so you could see what the big deal was; you highly doubted there would be a celebrity at a local Kegger for under 21s. Your eyebrows furrowed as the last guy walked away, tucking a baggie into his pocket. A blonde came into view, you recognised him instantly.

JJ Maybank had been a grade above you in school, he didn’t go often but you still had found yourself putting a little extra makeup on in the mornings you knew your classes were in the same hall. He was the definition of bad boy, and as a teenage girl he was your biggest wet dream. You hadn’t seen him in awhile, and it seemed time had only made him more attractive. A little stud in his ear, stubble around his jaw, his hair still messy but cute like it had always been.

It was a known fact around the island that he was a dealer, one of the biggest actually. A few of your friends had bought from him a couple times, they raved about how good his bud was. You’d never smoked before, you hadn’t even tried it, but this was your chance and you refused not to take it. You stood, smoothing out your denim skirt as your legs began to carry you the short distance across the beach to where he sat; counting bills.

You stopped in front of him, opened your mouth to speak; but no words came out. Your cheeks heated up as he raised his head, eyes scanning you up and down.

“Can I help you, pretty girl?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he tongued at a cut on his lip. Your stomach did a flip, hands growing clammy.

“Uhm, I’d like some— some weed,” you stammered out, whispering the last word as if a cop was going to jump out from behind the bushes.

A look of amusement crossed the blonde’s face, he nodded slowly. “Weed, huh? How much are you lookin’ for?”

“An… ounce?” You’d heard your friends use that word before, it sounded right? Didn’t it? God, you were humiliating yourself in front of your life-long crush.

He smirked, licking his bottom lip as he patted the log. “Why don’t you sit down, gorgeous?”

“Okay,” you replied, almost too eagerly as you quickly took the seat next to him. He actually let out a chuckle at that.

“You ever smoked before?” He questioned, turning to look at you. You tried to look into his eyes, but his stare was so intense that only seconds later you were looking back towards the crowd.

“Yeah,” you lied, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“What’s your favourite strain?” He was testing you, and he was winning.

“I—”

“Yo, Maybank!” A boy appeared in front of the two you, holding a wad of cash in hand. “Can I grab—”

“Busy,” JJ interrupted, his eyes didn’t leave you for even a second.

“Uh… okay?” The guy looked at you confused, before slowly walking away.

“Don’t you want to sell to him?” You asked, turning back to look into his eyes.

He shrugged, smirking at you again. “Nah. Kids missin’ enough brain cells, he’ll be alright without for a night. Besides, I’m talkin’ to you.”

His words have your stomach swirling, cheeks heating up again. He was having way too much fun with this, you couldn’t believe you were actually having a conversation with him. You used to watch him and his friends at school, or when they’d come in to your family’s restaurant for a meal. You could remember the one time he spoke to you; he’d asked you for some more ketchup and when he thanked you he’d winked. You told your friends about that encounter a dozen times.

“I’ve never smoked before,” you admitted sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

He huffed out a laugh, his smirk was replaced with a smile. “Yeah, kid. I figured. Any reason you’ve decided to start now?”

In all honestly you didn’t even really want to smoke, but if you wanted a shot to talk to him again you’d have to at least give it a go. “I don’t want to drink tonight, but I’m bored of being sober.”

“Fair ‘nough. You here by yourself?” He looked behind you, as if trying to find a friend or boyfriend.

“One of my friends is here, but she’s a bit busy at the moment,” you murmured, pointing to the girl sloppily making out with a tall stranger.

“Ah, I see,” he laughed, “well, how ‘bout you hang with me. It’s not safe to smoke alone for the first time, y’know?”

“Hang with you?” You echoed, blinking up at him in surprise.

You waited for him to laugh, tell you he was just messing and send you on your way. Instead of doing that, he leant in closer with a smirk. “Yeah, pretty girl. That okay?”

“Yeah, yes, that’s okay,” you squeaked out.

“Great. How ‘bout instead of an ounce, we just share a joint?” He suggested with a teasing smirk.

“Okay,” you agreed, letting out a shy giggle. “How much is an ounce, anyways?”

“Too much for your pretty ‘lil self to deal with,” he murmured, grabbing a pre-roll from his backpack as well as a lighter.

You blushed, smiling down at your lap. You didn’t think you’d enjoy smoking, but an hour later you were in his lap with his tongue down your throat; maybe drugs weren’t so bad.

[jjscrybaby]

teary girl.

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, crying, kind of mean!jj.

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Wine never sits right with you. You’d told Sarah as much when she’d invited you over for wine and movie night, and yet when you showed up at her front door there were two bottles sat on the coffee table. Who were you to say no to a drink?

Sarah was out for the count by midnight, heading to bed with a kiss to your cheek and an offer to sleep in the guest room. You sat on the couch and finished your glass, your head spinning and cheeks flushed.

Your phone taunted you, staring at you as you tried to fight your drunken mind. With a pout, you unlocked your phone and clicked on contacts. He was still at the top of your favourites, a pink heart emoji next to his name. You’d have to change that one day, you knew that.

“H’llo?” He answered on the third ring, it sounded like he had something in his mouth; probably a joint.

“Jayj?” You murmured, the first time you picked up on the slur to your voice.

“Uh oh. You drunk?” You could almost imagine the smirk on his face. Most of the time your drunk calls were booty-calls, but that wasn’t what you were after tonight. “Where are ya?” He asked, before you even had a chance to respond.

“Sarah’s,” you replied, shaking your head at yourself. Why did you tell him?

“On my way.” He hung up before you could even try and fight him on it; because you would, just for the sake of it.

You got your stuff together and sat out on the front porch, cigarette between your lips as you waited for him to show up. You let out a sigh of relief when you spotted the Twinkie rather than his bike; that thing still gave you anxiety.

He beeped the horn and you huffed, he couldn’t have gotten out? On shaky legs, you stumbled over to the van. He reached over and opened the door for you, a lazy smirk on his face as you climbed in and buckled up.

“Lovin’ the pjs.” You cringed, looking down at yourself. It was meant to be a night spent just at Sarah’s, so you’d worn some pink plaid pants and a white crop top.

Back when you guys were together you couldn’t care less about what you looked like around JJ, but nowadays it felt like you had to make an effort. Every time you’d go and see him you’d do your makeup beforehand, even if by the end of the night it had all been sweated off.

“It was girls night,” you muttered, shrugging as your cheeks heated up.

He started to reverse out of the driveway, that cocky smirk still on his face. “Yeah? You guys have a pillow fight and talk about boys?”

There was no pillow fight, but there was talk about boys. “We aren’t living in a Disney movie, JJ.”

“‘Course not,” he teased, reaching over the console to squeeze your thigh.

“Get off me,” you grumbled, swatting at his hand.

He huffed, the smirk faded and was replaced with a look of annoyance. “Not allowed to touch you now? What’d you call me for if not for that?”

You didn’t reply straight away, tears brimming your eyes as you stared at your legs. The problem was you didn’t know why you called him. You just wanted to be near him, even now his presence comforted you. Not in the same way as it used to, he couldn’t make you smile just from a singular word and you weren’t able to just blurt out whatever you wanted; but he still made you feel safe.

“I just wanted to see you,” you squeak out, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

He cursed under his breath as he heard the wobble in your voice. “C’mon, dude. Why’re you crying? What’s wrong? Huh?”

“I don’t know,” you sobbed. Maybe you didn’t, or maybe everything was wrong. The fact you couldn’t just call him without there being the assumption you were going to hook up anymore. The fact you were embarrassed to be in your pyjamas around him.

“Alright, alright,” he murmured, voice softer than it had been in awhile around you. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

Home didn’t mean the Chateau anymore. Home meant your home, without him.

“Okay,” you sniffled, bringing your knees up to your chest. You could feel his eyes on you, he let out a soft sigh as he carried on driving in the direction of your house.

He cut the engine off when he pulled up outside, all the lights were off; your parents hopefully asleep so they didn’t see your ex dropping you off. You made no move to get out the car, tears still welled up in your eyes.

“What’s goin’ on, babe?” He asked quietly. “Is it ‘bout me? ‘Cause I thought we were cool.”

“We are,” you sniffled, turning to look at him. “I just— I don’t get how this doesn’t suck for you.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “What does that even mean, dude? Nothin’s bad, so what would suck?”

“Everything,” you whimpered out. Your lip started to quiver and he let out another sigh, reaching out for you.

“C’mere, c’mere,” he cooed, pulling your head into his chest.

“It just sucks,” you sobbed, feeling his hand cup the back of your head as he began to stroke your hair.

He leant down and kissed the top of your head, hand moving under your crop-top to rub up and down your back. “I know, baby. I know.”

You weren’t sure if he did. You were the one that ended things, but it wasn’t by choice. By the end of your relationship it felt like you weren’t even together anymore, all you’d do was have sex and argue over his choices. All his time was spent with his friends, with beer and weed.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside,” he said, leaving one more kiss to your head before pulling away.

You didn’t speak as he helped you unlock the front door and lead you up the stairs, he pushed open your bedroom door and you sat down on your bed; looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You drank wine?” A weak smile made it’s way onto your face; he knows you, even if sometimes you wish that he didn’t.

“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding.

“We both know you can’t handle that,” he smirked, standing in front of you. He nibbled on the inside of his cheek. “You gonna be okay?”

You wanted to ask him to stay, but you knew that wasn’t an option and you’d rather just not ask instead of getting rejected. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.”

“A’ight, good.” He stood still for a few more moments, before bending down to press a quick peck to your lips. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” you mumbled, giving him a small smile as you laid down on your bed.

You could feel him standing in the doorway as you closed your eyes; you ignored him and soon enough you could hear his footsteps retreating and the sound of the front door opening and closing.

You’re never drinking wine again.

[jjscrybaby]

could i request a jj x pogue! reader fic where the reader and jj are dating or maybe bffs to lovers where they’re both pogues and have to work midsummers and the reader has been off that whole day working but turns out shes just a little bummed about the fact she’ll never experience a midsummers or a day where she can dress up and eat food and not have to work

jj feels bad and wants to make it up to her or tried to make her feel better because she’s always very chill and doesn’t complain about anything. she loves being a pogue but it does suck to see all her girlfriends like kie and sarah get to experience this

midsummer blues

warnings: sad-ish!reader, smitten!jj, cheesy but idc it’s cute.

bsf!jj masterlist

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Every year was the same. Summer would come along, and with that came the biggest event on the island. Midsummer’s was somewhere all the Kook’s could show off their wealth, their families and themselves. You’d always hated it; because you could never go.

Kiara’s been going since she was a kid, she always complains about it, but you can’t think of one real reason why. She gets to wear a pretty dress, be served free champagne, eat good food and spend the night like royalty. Over the last year John B started dating Sarah, so that’s another one of your friends who gets to experience Midsummer’s as a guest; her family usually being the guests of honour.

This year you’re working Midsummer’s, you needed the money and it paid better than anything else was at the moment. When you told JJ about it, he also signed up and surprisingly got the job. He was a waiter whilst you were behind the bar. Pope would be there, working with his dad like every year. John B was Sarah’s date, for a split second you actually thought of dating a Kook just so you could go as a guest.

“What’s with the face?” JJ leant against the bar, stealing an olive from the counter top to pop in his mouth.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” You asked, letting out a tired sigh. It had only been an hour and your mood was already deflating. Watching the girls wear pretty dresses and dance with their dates, they’d never have to worry about where their next meal was coming from.

“I am, I’m comin’ to grab some more champagne,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Have you been drinking it?” You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face as you started to fill up glasses and place them on his empty tray.

“Maybe I had one,” he shrugged. “Had to get through this shit-show. These people are so far up their own asses it’s crazy. What kind of person would actually enjoy this?”

Your smile faltered, replaced with a grimace as you filled up the last glass. You hadn’t told JJ about how you were feeling, because why would he understand? Your best friend hated the Kooks, hated anything to do with them. If you told him how you were feeling envious he’d just make fun of you, he wouldn’t understand.

“Better get back out there.” The longer he stood near you the closer you were to cracking; he had always been able to read you like a book.

“I guess,” he sighed. He reached out for the tray, but then his eyes landed on your pout. “You alright?”

“Fine,” you shrugged, picking at your flaky nail polish.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked softly. “Did one of these assholes say somethin’? ‘Cause I’ll go deal with it right now—”

“No one said anything, JJ. I just want to get this night over with,” you interrupted, giving him a weak smile to try and reassure him.

He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward to stroke your cheek briefly. “If you need me just come find me. We’ll leave, fuck the money.”

Fuck the money. Something those Kooks would never have to say.

“Yeah, okay,” you said softly.

He blew you a kiss as he left the room, making you smile slightly; but then another snobby Kook was coming up to the bar and you wanted to scream.

Just a few more hours.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“I’m exhausted, JJ. I just want to go home,” you sighed as he began to drive in the opposite direction from your house. Midsummer’s had finally ended and you were feeling worse than ever, all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry into your pillow.

“I know, baby, but just trust me, a’ight?” He smirked, reaching over the console to pat your thigh.

You rolled your eyes grumpily, crossing your arms over your chest. He probably just wanted to go for a smoke, and that was the last thing you wanted; you loved JJ, but right now you just wanted to be alone.

“Stop poutin’,” he teased, reaching over to wobble your lip with his finger.

“Get off, weirdo,” you giggle, swatting at his arm.

He pulled up by the sidelines of the woods, making you look over to him in wonder. He just smirked to himself, getting out the car and moving around to the other side to let you out.

“Before we go anywhere, I got you a present.” He opened the back door and pulled out a dress. You blinked at it, eyes flickering between the pink fabric and his face.

“What?”

“C’mon, no one’s around just get changed. Give me a show,” he teased, shoving the dress into your arms.

“Perv,” you muttered. “Why do I have to put a dress on? Is this some sort of sick fantasy for you?”

“You gettin’ dolled up for me? Fuck yeah that’s my fantasy. But, no, just put it on, you’ll understand in a minute,” he pleaded.

There was no point arguing with JJ. With a huff, you climbed in the back of the van and stripped out from your work clothes into the dress. You weren’t sure when JJ had gotten taste, but the thing was beautiful. You climbed out, blinking at him as he looked you up and down.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Are we eloping? What’s going on?” You asked softly, looking up at him.

He reached behind you and undid the clip that was holding your hair up, swishing it with his hands. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before taking your hand, leading you through the trees in silence. A few minutes later you froze, taking in the scene in front of you.

There was a blanket set up on the floor, some fairy lights hanging from the tree branches and a picnic basket set out on the blanket; a bottle of champagne resting next to it.

“Jayj?” You murmured in confusion, looking to him. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Damn, Sarah’s good,” he whistled.

“What? JJ, can you explain what the hell is going on?” You exclaimed.

He snorted, stepping forward and placing his hands on your hips. “I knew somethin’ was bothering you, but you’re a stubborn little thing and you wouldn’t tell me. So, I asked Sarah. She said you’d mentioned feelin’ a little down ‘bout not being able to go to Midsummer’s, ‘bout not feeling good enough. Couldn’t have my girl feeling like that, could I?”

“So, what? You set up a picnic in the woods?” A blush coated your cheeks, but you tried to keep your tone unbothered.

“I set us up a Midsummer’s, a better one,” he shrugged. “Sarah put the dress in the van and her and John B left early to come set this up. And before you feel bad, that was her idea.”

“Why would you do that?” You asked softly, looking up at him with teary eyes.

He smiled, a real, loving smile as he leant down so his forehead leant against yours. “Because you deserve to feel like a princess sometimes. Just ‘cause you’re a Pogue doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some fancy shit like this, means you deserve it more actually.”

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek as you grinned up at him.

“Yeah, your idiot,” he said back, just as softly.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, cheeks heating up as you pushed at his chest. “Are we gonna sit down then?”

“I didn’t even ask you yet, little miss impatient,” he chuckled, hands still resting on your hips.

“Ask me what?”

“If you’d be my date to Midsummer’s, duh,” he replied, beaming from ear to ear. Before you could reply with some sort of loving insult, he was down on one knee. You burst into giggles as he smirked up at you, reaching for your hand. “Would you, the princess of the Pogues, do me the honour of being my date?”

“Get up, you loser,” you laughed, pulling him back up to his feet.

“Is that a yes?” He chuckled.

“I’d love to be your date, Maybank,” you murmured back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thankyou.”

“Anything for you, baby. Anything.”