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everybody moved on, help im still at the restaurant

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literally sincerely the people's princess

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

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i already know the bitches from this site went INSANE with the “here we go mama” whisper from Timmy in the new trailer of Wonka

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can u do a drew starkey x reader, where odessa is being mean to y/n cause odessa likes drew and then drew knows that and assumes that he loves y/n.

All over a beer

Drew Starkey x fem reader

Masterlist

A/n: i say I hate love and then I write things like this

Word count: 1.4K

You were at a small ‘get together’ with some cast friends and some other friends who weren’t public figures. You all sat around a fire pit on a rooftop, laughing at what seemed like nothing at all until your stomachs hurt. The sun had long set and the sky was littered with stars you found yourself admiring every once in a while whenever you zoned out from the conversation.

“Hey, where did you go?” Drew whispered. You turned to look at him with shiny eyes that seemed to light up when you realized it was him next to you. His hair was still bleached blond and it made his eyes look even brighter which you adored.

You shook your head “Nowhere. I’m right here”

Drew hummed sarcastically. You did that often if not always yet he was still curious “When are you gonna let me in?”

You downed the lasts of your drink and looked back at him in confusion “Where?”

“Your head” he scooted closer on the outdoor couch to make sure nobody heard your conversation “You’re never where you are. You live in there and i want in”

You chuckled “You’re looking for trouble then”

“Oh, am i?” he asked with a taunting smile. You couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“Mhm…it’s a mess in there”

“Well it’s your mess so i want in”

You hummed sitting up “Of course you do…i’m gonna go get a soda, you want me to get you another beer?”

He nodded “Yeah, that’ll be great. Thanks—” you rose to your feet with a firm nod and started to walk away before his voice made you slow down but not stop “but we’re not done talking!”

“Yeah we are…i’ll let you know when i’m having an open house thing and then we’ll talk!” you could hear Drew’s soft chuckles as you walked farther away and approached the cooler with all the drinks. The smile you sported was bright enough to alert Odessa, who had been sitting on the other side of the fire pit but had gotten up for a drink shortly before you did.

“Sorry” you apologized as you both went for the last beer.

“Didn’t know you drank this kind of beer” she rasped.

You dunked your hand in the cold water and ice trying to find another “I don’t, it’s for Drew”

She hummed “Too bad...this is the last one”

“It’s alright you can keep it, i’ll get him something else”

“You were smiling” she pointed out.

You huffed “Yeah uh, Drew’s just–you know, being Drew”

“Yeah i do know…” you stood up from your bent position to face her, her tone rang a warning bell in your head “He’s been quiet lately, reserved…you know why?”

You furrowed your brows “Uh no, i haven’t really noticed anything but if you’re worried about anything, you should just ask him. Have you noticed anything?” you asked, briefly glancing back at him.

“Well, for starters he didn’t want to have a birthday party and he practically went m.i.a on his birthday”

“Oh, he spent it with his family”

“Yeah, that’s what he said when i asked”

The night air cooled the bare skin of your arms and her cold gaze froze you in place “Okay? Then what’s the problem?”

She took a swig of her beer, never taking her eyes off you “You were there. Right?”

You scoffed confusingly “I don’t know what that has to do with anything”

Odessa nodded with pursed lips and glanced briefly to your friends “He’s looking at you…he’s been looking since you got up”

When you turned to verify, Drew was no longer looking “Mm–probably wondering why i’m taking so long” you picked a random soda for you and a beer for Drew “I’m gonna go back but really, if you’re worried about Drew you should just ask”

“Yeah... I guess i will”

You walked back to the gathering and stood in front of Drew, who was still seated. You handed him the beer. “I know it’s not your favorite but it’s all there was left”

“It’s fine. I’m gonna stop drinking anyway because i’ll have to drive you home soon, it’s past your bedtime” he joked.

“You fucking asshole” you laughed looking down at your watch, it was 10.31…indeed past your bedtime “I can get an uber you know? You keep coming to parties and drink one beer because you want to drive me home”

“And i’ll keep doing it because that way i know you’ve made it safely”

You watched as Odessa walked past the both of you. You looked back at Drew with questioning eyes. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” his eyes lit up and you rolled yours “Not about me”

He shook his head in disbelief as he rose to his feet “I can always hope”

You both walked away from the group and stood on the far end of the rooftop where you could see the city. He stood to your left but before anything, he shrugged off his jacket and made you wear it, you inhaled his scent deeply.

“What’s wrong ‘in bed by 9’?”

You gasped at the nickname “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?”

He chuckled “I actually do and i enjoy it”

“Of course you do–and for the record, i prefer being in bed by 8.30 but that’s asking too much”

“Yeah, yeah for sure” he agreed sarcastically. Silence embraced you both once the laughs faded.

“Odessa is worried about you and she asked me about it…she was very concerned and i told her that you were fine but the more we talked, the more i started thinking that maybe i’m in my head too much and if something was wrong i wouldn’t notice— so i guess what i’m asking is…are you okay?”

He smiled, in awe of your rambling and concern “I’m okay”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah—even when you’re in your head, you notice the smallest of things. You don’t have to worry about that” he assured.

“I hate you” you whispered.

“You say that a lot…” he smiled, nudging you with his elbow “Wanna tell me why?”

“Because people say they know me and they don’t but you…you actually do and it’s fucking terrifying in the greatest of ways…but still terrifying” you explained looking at him, his lips twitched upwards.

“Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? For someone to know you?”

“Yeah but not like this” you chuckled “you just snuck up on me”

“You know…the thing about you is that you’ll notice everything about anyone when it’s about them but when it comes to you, you’re clueless”

You narrowed your eyes at him “What the hell are you on about?”

He breathed in and took a discreet step closer to you “Y/n…i can’t stop thinking about you, i can’t help but look after you and i can’t stop wanting you. What is it you think you’re doing to me?”

Your lips parted open in slight shock as you glanced back at your group of friends and then met his eyes again “Uhhh…”

“So…will you let me in?”

You blinked a few times to try clearing your vision to focus on him and only him, you clutched the jacket you were wearing “Please tell me you don’t have a ring inside a creepy little box in a pocket of this jacket?”

He chuckled “Not yet”

You hit him playfully “Woah! Slow down Jack Frost…you have to ask me out on a date first” you smiled.

He nodded “I will but right now i can do better…will you be my girlfriend?”

You shrugged doubtedly and looked back to your surroundings. You of course knew the answer and so did Drew by only looking into your heart shaped eyes but you couldn’t help but joke around “I don’t know…i have to talk to Bobby, my consultant. Don’t really know how he feels about you”

“Oh yeah, Bobby the teddy bear” you hummed “How long have you had him for?”

“Since I was a baby, so i really need him to ‘okay’ this, i bet you can understand” you joked, earning a chuckle from him. You were both surrounded by silence again as you watched the city advance in time while you seemed to be frozen in that perfect scene, he broke the silence with a low voice.

“You make it really hard not to fall in love with you”

“Do i?” He nodded “Drew…i can’t really let you in because you already live there…I often catch myself smiling and then i realize i was thinking about you”

“Well, i’d like to stay if you'll have me”

“I’d like that”

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I told one of my friends I was polyam she immediately said: “As I suspected…” when I asked why, she answered: “Oh, too much love for just one person” and it’s the nicest reaction I’ve ever heard 

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Paradise on Earth (17)

Chapter: 17. The Bonfire

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, Underage drinking, Violence and Jealousy

Summary: Pope receives new information, and the annual bonfire is a bowl of drama.

a/n: not fully proofread and a day later than promised but here it is...

Available on Wattpad and AO3

Chapter 16 - Series Masterlist - Navigation - Chapter 18

Nobody knew what to do after the explosion, it was like time had stilled, it was like a bomb went off with you and your friends hiding behind the trenches. Sarah’s wailing and sobbing, the radios police officers had carried on them had picked up on frequencies from other cops in the area. Shoupe had responded, informing them of what had just occurred then ushering you, your brother, Pope, JJ, and Kie, off the dock.

Sarah was allowed to stay, being as this was her property, her father’s property and he was dead. She stayed in Topper's arms, teary-eyed as she watched John B walk away without a word in her direction.

What could he say? What could any of you say?

I’m sorry? For her loss, probably. But none of you would truly mean it, Ward Cameron was better off dead.

None of you wanted to leave Sarah in her home alone with her brother who had attempted to murder her not 24 hours ago, but nobody dared to convince her to go with you all.

The weekend would end and you would all have to be back in school tomorrow, spending the last day fishing by the dock and contemplating the meaning of life after what you had just witnessed.

Day turned into night, JJ and Kie went to buy beer while you, Pope, and John B, lay on the HMS Pogue. The three of you stared up into the night sky in reflection. Your brother had just confessed to him and Sarah breaking up.

“I don’t get it,” John B voices after minutes of silence, “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.”

You snap your fingers at Pope’s poetic words, “Jesus if you wrote a book about heartbreak, I’d the shit out of it… Did it really only last five minutes though?”

You tried to lighten the mood a little, though clearly, those weren’t the vibes the two heartbroken boys were on. Lowkey, neither were you, but showing it would just open a can of worms (questions) that you weren’t ready to deal with.

Pope turns his head to his left, where you lay in between him and John B, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s going on with you and Kie?” You quip, sitting up and crossing your legs with your knees outwards. You technically already knew what Kie had told you, but you wanted to hear his thoughts.

“Well, she just wants to be friends.”

“Oh, death blow,” John B exhales. “I’m sorry, man.”

“I-I didn’t even see it coming,” Pope lifted and let his hands fall onto his stomach.

You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, you didn’t because the duo that left had just come back, tossing beer your way. You almost didn’t catch yours, JJ threw it at you swiftly, and you glared at him to which he ignored you.

“What are you guys doing down here?” He asked. “Having a good cry?”

“Cry?” John B and Pope ask each other, “What are you talking about? We don’t cry.”

You were about to, seeing Kie wearing JJ’s sweater, the size overwhelming her frame. You popped open the can and sipped on it.

“You know it’s not your fault right?” She asks JB with a smile.

“You think she’ll come back?”

“She’s one of us,” She inhales smoke from a joint, no doubt she and JJ already started smoking.

He smiles to himself, “Sarah’s a pogue.”

~~~

“Y/n!”

A loud feminine voice yelled in your ear, you jolted awake, your hand swinging to hit whoever disturbed you.

“Woah, chill,” She steps back.

“What the fuck, Kiara,” You mumble into your pillow once you saw it was her.

“It’s Monday, we have school.”

You wanted to die, quickly and right now, in your sleep preferably. Your bed had never felt more comfortable, you felt like you had just closed your eyes and here this bitch was waking you from your slumber.

You physically could not open your eyes, they felt permanently shut. You felt yourself drift…

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god!” You cried out, “Okay, okay, I swear if John B and Jayj, aren’t getting the same treatment I’m suing.”

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your eyesight get better, you needed to wash your face. You changed into jeans and a grey cotton long-sleeve, the autumn air coming in, allowing you to wear your cozy clothing without dying of heatstroke.

You wobble your way to the bathroom about to open the door when it opens for you, your eyes widen before you as a familiar blond (who you still weren’t talking to) appears before you, you both switch places and you shut the door. You quickly freshened up and went back to your room, snatching up your bookbag from the floor.

“We have a geometry test in 30 minutes,” Pope informs John B, dragging him along and pulling JJ by his collar into the Twinkie.

You stayed behind, catching a ride with Kie, the both of you didn’t have a test in the morning and decided you can be late to first period and homeroom to buy some groceries.

Kie insisted she pays, she saw how empty the fridge was before she woke you up and wanted to do something about it.

“You seriously don’t have to do that,” You protest as she pulls out a credit card.

She gives you a look, “I can’t just let you guys starve, now c’mon let’s drop this off before we’re even more late.”

~~~

After school, with a full fridge, you eat a bowl of fruit you picked out at the store as Pope explains how Mr. Sunn pulled them into his classroom and gave them Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“August 15th set sail from Port-au-prince on calm seas.” Pope Reads, “Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose on fire, the entire deck was aflame and we could hear the screams of men trapped below. The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing; his valuable cargo, the Cross of Santo Domingo, and countless bars of gold.”

“Once the cargo was on board we went to help the crew but Captain Limberey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“So it didn’t go down off Bermuda,” JJ confirmed.

“And it was a Limberey, stealing shit again,” Kie scoffed.

Pope nods, “This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.”

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “If Denmark was able to get this bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big,” You piece his question together. “He had to hide it someplace else, obviously.”

“But where?” John B questions.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he’d buried the treasure at the foot of the angel,” Pope explains.

“I thought this was about the key,” JJ looks confused.

“Right, so what’s the connection?” Kie observes.

Pope repeats the line, “‘The path to the tomb begins in the island room.’”

“But what is the island room?” She rolls her eyes.

“You know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ hops up from his place on the couch on the porch, you hold your breath for what he was about to say, knowing it could be potentially catastrophic. “Smoking beers and drinking weed, the ideas just pour out of me.”

“I don’t think we need another one of your ideas,” You look up at him from your seat.

“Not like yours are any better,” He snaps back and continues his statement. “If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere, but if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight… maybe we’ll get somewhere.”

“Or, just a perfect excuse to party,” You slump in your seat.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club,” Kie pipes in, meaning she’s in.

“Pope?” JJ looks to him hopefully.

He sighs, “We’re so close.”

JJ kneels down in front of Pope, “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

John B, JJ, and Kie give him looks of encouragement, you didn’t even bother, still bitter at JJ, though you were down for a party you weren’t gonna tell him that.

Pope ends up conceding, the others bursting into cheers as they make plans to pre-game. You and your friends all take shots of some cheap vodka from a corner store that you all knew didn’t ID before heading to the bonfire.

~~~

Every year it was set in a small old abandoned amphitheater-like place, dozens of teens from all parts of the island, gathered here for a beginning of the year rager. Kind of like a last hurrah, though the last hurrah would have technically been the last one, point is- people went wild. In a good way.

Pope and Kie were in conversation, hopping out of the Twinkie, not looking back twice, you stayed with JJ and John B, thinking you and John B would at least stick together.

Of course, you were wrong, one of John B’s old hookups had been desperately begging for his attention, not even bothering to try to hide her obviousness.

JJ gave you one look before heading in another direction with a beer he was shotgunning.

You took a breath, letting the annoyance roll off you as you went in search of a drink, JJ would find a whore to fuck as John B would, Pope and Kie will go socialize and you would drink to drink yourself numb.

You bumped into a broad shoulder when trying to weave your way through people, you meant to apologize and move on but the guy who looked over his shoulder to see who had disrupted his conversation was cute. Really cute, forget about JJ for a whole night, cute.

You replaced the frown with a sheepish smile and softened your eyes to look at the boy through your lashes, “Sorry.”

“No harm done,” He turned his full attention to you. “What’s your name, Gorgeous?” His features made you want to say, ‘Whatever you want it to be’ but you held off.

“Y/n, nice to meet you…”

“James,” He hit you with a flirtatious smirk. ‘Another one whose name starts with J’ You willed away the urge your roll your eyes. The guy had dimples, and light brown eyes that weren’t usually your type but it complimented him well.

You spent a good 45 minutes talking to him, he made the conversation flow and was easy to talk to, you were surprised you hadn’t seen him around or heard about him but then again he was very much the ‘boy-next-door’ type.

He flirted like he was into you but it teetered the line of him just being a really nice dude. It frustrated you since you just wanted a good make out, have it lead to something else maybe, but you didn’t want to push and he wasn’t offering.

“I was thinking maybe a weekend when you’re not so busy with school, we could hang out?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-”

“She can’t,” You felt the weight of JJ’s arm sling around your shoulder, pulling you into him as if you were naturally a part of him. You wriggled underneath him to get out of his hold but he didn’t budge, only pulling you tighter.

“Oh,” James' face faltered a little before brightening up again, “No worries then. It was nice talking to you, Y/n.”

It was over. He was too nice of a guy to argue with JJ who was close enough to indicate that there was something between you, even though that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Wait- James!” You groaned and hid your face in your hands feeling aggravated at the blond who had immediately slid his arm off your shoulders the minute the brunet was gone. You were in mourning for the sweet boy you had hoped to get to know more. “I hate you.”

“I send away one hopeless guy, and I get knocked down your list of favorite people?” JJ repeats the words you told him the other day before the big argument.

“No, you've been acting like the world’s biggest dick, that’s how you get knocked down my list.” You bump your shoulder against him as you shove past him and he walks after you. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” He persists.

“JJ, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“That’s fine because I wanna talk to you.”

You falter in my steps and my eyes narrow in thought, wondering what the hell was up with him and his quick change of emotions.

“I didn’t like you talking to that guy-”

“So what, you were jealous?” The nerve of this guy, “Was that what that was?”

He hesitates, “Y/n, I’m just trying to look after you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me, JJ, Jesus!” My voice raises, “I don’t need you!”

“You almost died the other day, and I wasn’t there.”

“That’s not your fault as much as it wasn’t mine, but if you want to hide your feelings behind some bullshit, go ahead but don’t use me as an excuse. You can be Kiara’s knight in shining armor but not mine.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

You felt the sting of tears hit the back of your eyes, this was not how tonight was supposed to go, “You and Kie. There is something there and while that’s still going on, you are not allowed to feel upset or jealous when I talk to a guy at a fucking party.”

“Y/n-”

Shouts were coming from the pit, people rushed towards the scene and you heard Sarah’s voice call out John B’s name. You sighed and looked at JJ who was already running into the mess of people.

Can there never be just one day, you glare into the dark sky. You had the keys of the Twinkie on you, John B mistakenly tossing them to you when you were all walking to the party.

You didn’t feel like dealing with whatever was going on, so while everyone was watching what you guessed was another fight, you took a therapeutic walk to the van. You started up the engine and crossed your legs on the dash of the passenger seat.

Your friends soon joined you, Kie went into the driver’s seat next to you, John B held a beer can up to his forehead on the seat behind you, Pope was across from him and JJ just walked up to the open side door.

“Well that was unexpected,” He crushes an empty can.

Kie turns her head to him with furrowed brows, “Was it?”

~~~

It was silent around the fire at the Chateau. You all took in the night, not knowing what else to do. What was supposed to be a distraction to help you all regain mental energy, just turned out to be more chaos that needed to be quieted.

With all that happened at the party, you sat the furthest away from JJ on the other end of where he was sitting, you tiredly leaned your head on John B’s shoulder, with your marshmallow on the end of a stick, melting in the fire.

That was until he started sporadically moving trying to get a bite of Kie’s s’more and your marshmallow fell into the pit. You pursed your lips, this night couldn’t get any worse.

“I have never hated you more,” You tell John B who left his seat and crouched on the other side of you for something.

“I’m stealing your marshmallow,” Kie warned Pope who protested.

“Hand me one, please?” You reach out to grab another marshmallow she stole.

John B tapped your back and told you all to shush, “Soembody’s here.”

“You don’t think Topper would…” Kie sets her stick down. “Do you have your gun?”

The five of your turn toward the rustling coming from the trees.

“Oh, now she wants the gun,” JJ’s tone accusatory as he recalls all the times Kiara scolded JJ for having the gun.

“Oh, now you don’t have the gun?”

John B calls out to the person in the trees, and lo and behold, it’s Limberey’s manservant- Renfield.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You whisper to yourself, thinking back on how you thought the night couldn’t get any worse.

The man comes out of hiding with his hands up in surrender, “Lovely evening we’re having.”

It definitely was not a lovely evening, especially not with him here, you all knew what he was here for. John B had tricked him and his boss into thinking they had the right key, Pope’s family’s key.

“Look, I don’t hold judges with any of y’all, alright?” He stops a couple of feet away from the group. “But this can go hard, or this can go easy, you know what I’m here for. Let me give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?”

He points to the swing you used to sit on in your childhood, JJ or John B would push you on it, sometimes pushing so far you would fly off.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me,” He whistles sharply and an arrow comes flying through barely passing JJ’s nose and hitting the carved tree. “Now, they're out there, they’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.”

JJ moves to swing at Renfield with a long rusty piece of metal but he all too soon whistles and another arrow lands directly next to JJ’s foot.

The realization hits everyone at the same time it seems, you look at Pope sympathetically, these guys he brought with him were clearly good. If any of you had any tricks, one of you would get shot.

“I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that, I’m just gonna whistle.” He stood in front of Pope, tension was heavy as he held eye contact with Pope.

Your friend looked pained as he dug into the pocket of his shorts and brought out the key with the red string, “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing patience with you, Pope,” Renfield brings his fingers to his lips as a threat.

Slowly, Pope hands it to the man.

“You did the right thing kid, knowing when you don't have a choice is an underappreciated talent,” he waves the key in front of Pope. “You be safe.”

You felt like you could finally breathe with him several paces away from you all now, but Pope looked like he was about to cry and you went after him as he stormed off.

~~~

Chapter 18

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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bro this got me giggling and shit

that was so goood

Secret Lives (Part 2)

Paring: JJ Maybank x reader 

Summary: You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned. (Part 2)

Note: I couldn’t be happier with the feedback I am getting from Part 1!! Thank you guys so much for helping me out and hanging on there with me as I figure all of this out! I’m so grateful for all the comments and messages and I am ready every single one! Now I saw a couple people asking to be a part of a tag list…so if someone could tell me how to set one of them up I would be more than happy to lol. I will tag the two people I’ve seen who asked to be tagged! But yeah, am I supposed to set something up for a tag list or do people just message me if they want to be tagged in my stuff? Someone let me know!! 

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Language, angst, small parts of child abuse. 

Part 1

It’s been about two weeks since you’ve seen or talked to the Pogues. Everyday felt ten hours longer and the air felt thinner. You missed your friends. You missed surfing with John B, you missed debating about the accuracy of medical TV shows with Pope, you missed sleepovers with Kie, and yes, you even missed JJ. 

As much as you hated yourself for it, you knew you did the right thing. Staying with the Pogues would have caused more harm than good. It was clear as day that you and JJ would never get along because he didn’t like you and you weren’t going to stand around and be insulted by a guy you still can’t help but think about every single day. 

Every night, you pictured the hatred behind JJ’s blue eyes when he spoke about you being nothing but a spoiled brat who didn’t deserve his trust or your friendship with the other Pogues. Each word felt like an individual stab to the heart. You were use to people not liking you. The girls at your school hated you for not giving them the time of day, the boys threw hurtful remarks at you all the time after you rejected them. But they never hurt as much JJ’s. Because they didn’t come from the guy you loved. 

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[sunasro]

Polyamarous, but still lonely with no one to cuddle me.

[sunasro]

he's a tramp ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

warnings: slight language ig, mega fluff, not very edited like always ✌

notes: inspired by my fav Disney movie EVER, the first part to my Disney inspired series

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He's a tramp, but I love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I only hope he'll stay that way

He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel He's a rounder, he's a cad He's a tramp, but I love him Yes, even I have got it pretty bad

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"Let go of him, you can't just boot him!" you protested from across the room, JJ looked deep into your eyes and swallowed whatever he had just snagged off somebody's plate, security's arms still on him.

"I invited him here! I'm a member of this club..."

"Y/n..." your mother hissed.

JJ blinked and turned around pushing the guard off of him, "Sorry bout that-" Chaos erupted and he turned back to you, " Y/n, come on! Workers of the world unite! Throw off your chains!"

Your father rolled his eyes and grabbed your arm, "You can't hang around these kids."

"I'm sorry-" you tugged away from him running off.

"No, Y/n!" both your parents cried at the same time. You ran at JJ and he caught you in his arms spinning your around. Your midsummer's dress blowing in the wind.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR GOIN'?" you heard Pope's dad yell at him as he, Kie, and John B ran out the other exit.

You turned to follow them.

"No, Y/n/n-" JJ grabbed your hand, "wait a sec, lets go this way..."

"But the pogues..."

"They're fine. Come on!" he ran in the opposite direction of the rest of the group and you reluctantly followed him.

You and JJ had a weird past, you used to think he hated you, the ways he would talk about how bad kooks were right in front of you. Or how he would complain when Kiara invited you that it was a pogue thing, but after a while, you grew somewhat fond of each other. Late-night drinks just the two of you were a common occurrence and the friendly bond got pretty deep. JJ talked to you about his dad and you talked to him about the planned-out future that was forced upon you. All and all, You and JJ had turned into a decent team.

You had walked into town, stopping at a restaurant.

"Tony's!" JJ grinned over his shoulder at you, making jazz hands at the sign. You waltzed towards the front door to get a look inside, it looked cozy. "Nah, this way Cupcake, I got my own private entrance..."

JJ walked around the fence to the back of the restaurant, there was a big dumpster, an alleyway looming in the distance and in front of you was a worn out picnic bench.

"Wait here," he whispered walking to the door, knocking lightly.

"Just one minute, Imma comin', Imma comin-" a voice called from inside. "Eh! JJ!"

"Hiya, Tony-" the big man scooped JJ up into a big hug and you giggled at his attempt to hug him back while getting the life squeesed out of him.

"Jay, where have you been! Hey Joe, look who's here!"

"Well, whatcha know? It's blondie!" Joe cheered. "And all dressed up, how nice, where did you come from Midsummers?"

Joe and Tony cackled until they cried, trying to picture JJ Maybank at Midsummers.

"Hey, Joe go fetch Jay some meatballs, yea?" Tony said, and Joe scurried inside.

"I was at Midsummers actually, it's a long story..." JJ rolled his eyes playfully, "Anyway, I brought-" JJ searched the shadows for you unable to see where you had gone in the dim streetlight.

"Oh look, he brought his imaginary girlfriend too," Tony quipped, once again falling into a fit of laughter with Joe from inside.

"Y/n!" JJ hissed.

You walked over to JJ and gave a meek wave to Tony, who’s eyes widened, "Nice to meet you, Jay, I should really get going-"

"OH JOE! LOOK, LITTLE JJ'S GOT A NEW GIRLFRIEND!" Tony cried in excitement.

"Uh..." you fumbled, not wanting to correct the kind man that you two weren't actually dating.

"Well, son of a gun! He's got a kook girl!" Joe laughed, poking his head out the back door.

"Get a double batch for the two, okay Joe!"

Joe sprinted back inside and you looked over at JJ with a questioning look, he smirked and shrugged his shoulders. Tony was a very large, plump man and he seemed a little older than his skinny little sidekick Joe. You watched Tony's playful interaction with JJ and grinned to yourself, you loved him. He was a pogue but shit, you loved him.

"Well, we's so grateful for ya Y/n," Tony smiled wrapping an arm around JJ's shoulder, "We know JJ don't got much goin' for him on the outside, but on the inside, he's got a biiiggg heart!"

You let out a genuine laugh and JJ looked genuinely insulted.

"I'm just kidding little Jay," Tony chuckled giving JJ a good slap on the back, hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

"MEATBALLS!!!" Joe called and Tony rushed you to sit on the picnic bench, you sat next to JJ on the side with no bird poop and watched as candles and flowers were placed on the table along with the largest bowl of spaghetti and meatballs you had ever seen.

"There ya go!" Tony placed some forks on your table, "The best spaghetti in town!"

You thanked him and picked up your fork, JJ had already started to dig in and was slurping his noodles, getting sauce all over his face. You laughed and stuck your fork into the bowl, spinning the noodles around the prongs.

"What?" JJ complained in mock offense, mouth still full.

You started to copy his actions, slurping the noodle swiftly into your mouth, the end of it catching your nose and spreading sauce all over it.

JJ started laughing too, "You got a little something-"

"Where?" you said, looking down at your nose and making your eyes go crossed.

"Right here," he swiped his finger across the tip of your nose, "Oh, shit, it's spreading-"

You laughed as he spread the sauce all down your cheek, tongue sticking out in concentration. You swatted his hand away and wiped your face with a napkin, still grinning from ear to ear. Sweet music started streaming from inside the Italian dinner, you lifted more noodles to your lips and craned your head to peek inside.

Your face suddenly got pulled to the side by the long noodle that JJ also had tangled up around his fork and your lips brushed softly against his. Sparks flashed through your body and you pulled away blushing, looking back down at the bowl. You both cleared your throats awkwardly.

JJ glanced over at you through his lashes and pushed the last meatball in your direction.

"You ate all of them," you mumbled, the kiss still lingering on your lips, not remembering having one single meatball and now they were all gone.

"I saved the best one for last," he countered. "just for you.”

“Wow. Thanks,” you replied sarcastically making him chuckle quietly.

“Y/n…” JJ started, “I uh- this. This wasn’t a joke to me…” he whispered the last part like it was a secret not wanting to be shared.

“What wasn’t?”

“This dinner, this night, the time I spend with you on a daily basis…” he continued rambling about different moments you thought you had shared but had never been addressed until now.

You felt yourself blush and a small smile played at your lips.

“I’m glad,” you said. He returned your grin, lips meeting yours once more. This time the kiss was intentional, soft but determined. He pulled away just as fast and went back to the remaining noodles in the bowl, smirking to himself.

The pogues were ecstatic after you and JJ started dating a few days later. Honestly, it was quite a shock to those who didn’t know you, but ever since that night the two of you were inseparable. Y/n and JJ, kook and pogue, lady and tramp.

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[sunasro]

I NEED a JJ in my life

“give me all of ur pain” THE WAY THAT I SOBBED READING THIS???? ur going to jail for writing something so beautiful, i fucking love it 💙💙💙

Could I request a JJ HC of how he cheers up reader when they are sad?

𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

a/n: so i was gonna make this into a blurb but i got so carried away. however i really like it!!

summary: in request

warnings: none but angst and major fluff

pairing: jj maybank x sad!reader

you’d dissociated yourself from the group, muttering something about being tired and waking up early. all your friends looked around, confused, knowing you had a completely free day tomorrow.

essentially, the pogues had appointed jj as the person to confront you; it was hardly a question. you two were always attached at the hip, and when jj had seen you come home and go straight to bed without hanging out and kissing him, he knew something was up.

“what’s up with her?” pope had said, looking annoyed.

they had been huddled around a table with stacks of cards, intending on playing many different games, (as simple as war, for they were simple-minded folk and didn’t bother to learn anything too complicated, but as soon as, in john b’s words, you “ruined the party,” the whole mood of the game dropped.

“she’ll be…” john b had wanted to say you’d be fine, but then he saw jj’s eyes looking off in the direction you’d walked off in. if jj seemed worried, it meant something was wrong. “someone’s gotta talk to her.”

immediately, with no question, everyone looked at jj as he stood, understanding his purpose before being asked. cleo mumbled something about “romeo saving his juliet,” but everyone was too occupied to laugh, even though this was the type of thing they’d find funny.

eventually, chatter resumed when jj made his way through the doorway of your shared bedroom. his heart clenched sadly when he saw you facing the wall, head downturned and fidgeting with your rings.

he slowly made way to sit next to you on the bed, its weight dipping beneath the two of you. you didn’t turn your head, just brought your lips into a tight line.

jj accepted that was an acknowledgment of his presence. he knew how you got whenever you were upset, and he never wanted to push you. he draped an arm around your waist, expecting you to sink into the touch like you usually did, but you just stiffened. his lips fell apart. “shit—baby, did i do something?”

if you weren’t this upset, you would have giggled. it was pathetic. you just shook your head, glossy eyes burning into the floor. they never looked into jj’s eyes, and he was starting to get self conscious.

“how was your day?” jj asked, and as soon as he did, he regretted it.

you turned to face him, feeling as though he was making fun of you. you sighed angrily and wiggled out of his arms, attempting to slide away from him when he grabbed your wrist. “it was a bad day? wasn’t it?”

you pursed your lips and nodded, eyebrows raising as you sighed. your eyelashes seemed to curl downward as your stressed eye position fell.

jj brought you into his arms, lifting you back into the bed. he hugged you tightly for a few minutes, feeling your body shake against him as silent sobs escaped your mouth.

jj was sure he felt even more sadness in the moment than you did, but he’d never admit that. to be honest, he was thankful for it. he didn’t want you to feel pain; you didn’t deserve it.

just like he felt he didn’t deserve you.

in your eyes, jj was the most perfect boy to ever exist. the caring moments like the ongoing one right now added to his sympathetic and sweet personality, enriching your love for him by the second.

but in jj’s eyes, he was a coward. he was scared of the life he’s lived ever since he was little that he threw away his childhood as soon as he got the chance and lived as a bad boy who was a criminal and was full of flaws. in his eyes, you were too good for him. he truly believed constantly that being with him hurt you and he was ashamed for you that someone as perfect as you could love someone like him.

but those things were not negative things to you. sometimes they made you love him harder. to you, jj was a broken boy that craved love and affection he’d never gotten. you knew he felt as if his whole life and soul was repaired just by a single kiss of your lips.

you always thought so poorly of luke maybank for simply looking at jj as if he were all such terrible things. jj was not the type of boy to try his best to see good in himself. as soon as anyone said something slightly offensive, jj believed it and hurt on the inside but brushed it off and dished something back.

jj was so easily covered up by a fake ego that no one noticed the way he truly felt about himself but you.

he felt as if he wasn’t worthy of love or even respect until he met you. you’d welcomed him so quickly into your life, your saccharine laugh and oh so charming smile immediately brightening up his life. he saw you as an angel sent from heaven.

months and months and months built a two year relationship that was so accepting, loving, and respecting between the two of you. almost all of your friends were jealous of the way you made each other feel—even sarah and john b. but they would never admit something like this.

they liked to tease you two for your neediness and your clinginess. as much as you craved jj’s touch constantly, you knew it was jj who initiated most of the touching—not that you were complaining. he was the one who always cheered you up on your hardest days—like today.

you grasped longingly for the material of his shirt, wrinkles forming underneath your fingertips. finally, he let himself cry, too. you pulled away from the hug to look into his eyes. “are you crying? why are you—don’t cry, jj, it’s okay…”

he pulled you back into the hug, kissing the side of your head like it was the last time he ever would.

“baby, give me your pain,” he said, finally pulling away and giving you a kiss. a kiss so full of need and love. a kiss so sweet and beautiful that you were almost knocked off your feet. you sighed into it, arms entangling into his hair. “gimme it all, please.”

your heart clenched at the thoughtful words that fell so effortlessly from his mouth. the feeling was so romantic and poetic at the same time you almost melted, knowing there was no one else in this world that could replace him.

“give it all to me,” he continued, hands dancing to cadres your face. “you don’t deserve this, angel.”

it was a new nickname, but you were glad to find you liked it a lot.

“neither do you, j,” you fought, a pointer finger reaching to tuck hair behind his ear. he sighed, eyes squeezing shut.

he kept them closed as he remained silent for a few moments, mouth slightly agape as soft breaths could be heard coming from it.

your hands latched onto his and you reached them up to your lips, kissing each callused knuckle.

when jj finally opened his eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom and placing you on the counter.

“i just want to go to bed, jj,” you said with tears still rolling down your cheeks.

he sighed, coming up from the drawers he had been rummaging through and kissing the tear away. when another one rolled down at the kind gesture, he quickly swiped it away with his hand and kissed your forehead lovingly, lips lingering for a little longer.

“i know, pretty girl,” he finally responded, tilting your chin up to look at him. “but i also know you’ll be miserable if you wake up tomorrow with all this smudged good-for-nothing makeup on your face.”

your lips formed into a tight lipped smile, blinking away tears as you nodded. “i know.”

he smiled before continuing his search in the drawers when he finally pulled out a makeup rag.

he wiped away the smudged makeup so softly, whispering things to you soothingly, (you’re so perfect, you’re going to be okay, i love you, etc.)

when he was finally done with the makeup, he brought his lips to yours before pulling back and muttering, “you are so damn beautiful.”

you tried not to break down again—the opposite of what he said had been the reason why you were upset in the first place. a friend of yours had made fun of the way you looked without makeup. it hurt you so bad to the point where you stormed out of the house before waiting in the car and touching up your makeup.

you thinned your lips and looked down, eyelashes fanning out toward jj. he watched you for a few moments.

he admired the way a single vein in your cheek twitched when you frowned, exactly where your dimple would usually rest. he loved to notice such small things about you, he thought as he watched the way your nose turned up.

jj knew to take that as a sign you were getting impatient. after all, he’d sat there staring at you for so long.

he smiled before grabbing a hairbrush that was beside where you were seated on the counter and helped you off of it. “turn around, sweet girl.”

you obliged, watching his movements in the mirror you now faced as he worked the brush through your hair.

your heart clenched so tight as you watched the way his eyes lit up with love and he tried to bite back a smile. you smiled. the boy before you was exactly the one.

“so perfect,” he whispered, stepping back to look at you in the mirror. you finally turned around again to look at him in the eyes.

he was so whipped, he thought, but he didn’t care as you intertwined your fingers into his hair, pulling him into a passionate and needy kiss.

he sighed into it, absent minded tensed shoulders relaxing immediately as he wrapped his arms so tightly around you. you loved the way he held you: as if there was someone so terrible to protect you from.

and maybe there was. the monster of love coming to take you away or something. it was jj’s biggest fear—you leaving him. it’s why he tried his best to savor every moment with you, his mind carrying him into his own little world where you’d be with him forever with just the simple squeeze of his eyes. it was something he did a lot, mostly when you were vulnerable. he never wanted to let go of this feeling, and if he just took time to appreciate it, maybe he—

“j?” you whispered, bringing him out of his trance. you had a warm hand pressed to his chest and he looked down at you, eyes softening.

“yes, angel?”

your heart beat faster at the nickname, but you just leaned into him and continued, “want to go to bed.”

“okay.” he said, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the shared bedroom. he gently placed you on the bed, kissing you for what felt like the millionth time tonight and turning to his dresser. “gonna get you something to wear.”

he looked through your drawers and pulled out a pair of nike pros, but when he was in search of a shirt, he found nothing. he just sighed, knowing it was intentional.

your favorite thing to do was hide your load of shirts from jj so that he would have no choice but to dress you in one of his. not that you even had to do this to wear one of his shirts.

he placed the pair of shorts on the bed next to you as he passed by on his way to the other side of his room, looking through his own drawer. you dressed out of your uncomfortable pair of jeans and into the shorts, relief on your legs.

you hummed excitedly when jj have you his t-shirt—his favorite of yours to wear: sex wax. it fit so big on you that it provided almost a shield of protection of softness. you also took mind that it was the shirt that smelt the most like him. he wore it quite often and his scent rubbed off on it.

“do you want me to leave, pretty girl?” he asked as he changed his own shirt.

you shook your head eagerly, dreading the thought. “please don’t.”

he nodded, smiling. you pulled your shirt over your head, followed by unclipping your bra and jj’s eyes widened. he’d seen you like this so many times, but your body never failed to amaze him. you smiled at his reaction as he spluttered, “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

you giggled and slid his shirt over your head, becoming light headed by the overwhelmingly pleasant smell of jj on it. you brought the neckline to your nose, sniffing it with closed eyes and relaxing immediately.

“if you love the way i smell, angel, i’m right here,” he laughed, sliding into bed next to you.

you shrugged and turned to face him, eyes full of love. he smiled as he looked deeply into your eyes, so lost in the beauty he saw before him. “thank you,” you said.

jj nodded so casually as if he hadn’t just made your night. “like i said, baby. give me all your pain.”

your left hand reached up to play with his blonde hair while your right held his face in it as you kissed all over it.

his nose, his chin, his cheeks, his eyebrows, his forehead, all over his jaw… you drowned him as much as you could in the love he gave you tonight. it wasn’t until you pulled away that you saw the familiar sight in front of you, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and cheeks red.

you had no clue what it meant, but you were always willing to find out.

[sunasro]

hii i have a jj concept for you<3

reader and jj are in a pretty new relationship, like maybe a month long or so

one day jj is lounging on the couch with reader when she gets a call from her parents and goes to talk to them. she’s from a different country and talks to her parents in another language

jj’s ears perk up when he hears her talk in that language and he swears that that’s the moment he fell in love with her, later on he tells her to talk to him in that language and he’s like *heart eyes all around*

when he finally tells reader he loves her, he tells her in her native language🥹🥹🥹

brb, wishing this was really happening to me

NOOO OMG SHUT UP THIS IS SO CUTE i would actually die if he said “i love you” in my native language😫😫

no because you know how people say they have different voices when they speak different languages??? (i do for example lmao) imagine him hearing your voice being completely different when you’re talking with your parents and he’s like??? what??? is that your real voice??? and for some reason your laugh is different and he swears that it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard in his life. he can see your eyes brighten and that genuine smile on your face and he can feel his heart skip a beat at the sight; that’s when he falls in love. so he starts searching how to say “i love you” in your language and he keeps practicing in front of the mirror because he’s scared to fuck it up. when he finally says it, it takes you by surprise because???? when did this man start speaking *your language* ???? and why does he sound even more attractive??? anyway, you love him too and you can’t believe how lucky you are

[sunasro]

me waiting for someone to write the type of fanfiction i wanna read without me even saying anything bc im too anxious to request fics

tf does this even make sense

[sunasro]

NO CUZ STOP

the fact that 2k word long jj maybank x reader fanfictions have better and well-paced chemistry than jiara in the span of three seasons is killing me.