Haven't had many ideas for Toxic!JJ, even though he's one of my favs, but here we go anyways, enjoy :D
Its been sitting in my drafts, waiting to be finished.. 😐😐😐
Warnings: hitting, kicking, acting like children, falling off a bed.. etc.
It was early morning; you were lying in bed, wrapped up in the sheets of your bed, hiding your body from last nights.. activities. You were half asleep-half awake.
JJ was sitting up against the headboard, his toned chest shining in the morning light: a cigarette hanging from his lips, he was wide awake.
He would cast a glance to you, every time you made a slight movement, before going back to his phone. He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, before letting out a sigh and throwing his phone on the bedside table, causing it to clatter.
"What's wrong, baby?" You mumble against your pillow, your stubbornness not allowing you to open your eyes or make any movement that could ruin your comfortable position.
"I'm bored." He practically whined, like a child. He stumped out his cigarette, before leaning over you and smacking your shoulder a few times. "Can't you wake up faster?" He continued, before hitting your back this time, only slightly harder.
"Ow! Damnit, JJ!" You yell, lifting your head to look up at him, annoyed and pissed off. Not only had he hit you multiple time, but he'd made you wake up fully and move from your very comfortable position.
That's when his stupid, sexy smirk appeared on his lips - almost instantly. He knew exactly what he was doing; he knew how annoyed you were getting and it only spurred him on further.
"You fucking hit me, you asshole!" You say, annoyance clearly laced in your tone. That's when you reach over and hit his chest back. However, it still wasn't enough for you to call it 'fair'.
JJ winces in mock-pain, dramatically gasping for air. "Ow! I can't breathe." He overreacts, placing a hand over his chest, where you'd hit him. "My own girlfriend!"
After a while, he stops the acting - mainly after seeing the look on your face, telling him you were definitely not amused. He lets out a low chuckle, before teasingly reaching over and poking your cheek with his finger. A sly smirk was on his face, "You're mad."
You roll your eyes, hating how he was purposefully trying to wind you up. You knew why; he thought you looked hot when you were mad, which is why he always tried to wind you up. "Not mad, pissed." You correct, before you kick him in the leg, hard.
But before he can even react, you kick him again, pushing him off your bed and fall onto the floor with a loud thump.
"Ow! What the fuck, princess?!"
He exclaims, as he lands on the floor, shaking the room slightly. He looks back at you, with surprised eyes, he definitely did not expect that from you.
A few seconds pass, before he's back up on his feet, wearing only his boxers, and glaring at you. "Really?" He asks as he rubs his leg, "You just had to kick me?"
You smirk up at him, clearly in a better mood now you'd officially gotten him back, by kicking him off the bed. You sit up on your knees, the covers still wrapped around you, as you poke his cheek with your finger. "You're mad." You repeat the words he'd said to you.
JJ swats his hand away from his face, keeping his eyes locked on yours. His anger was clear on his face, which made your victory even more sweeter. He steps closer to the bed, "Yeah, well, who's not gonna be smirking when they get thrown on the floor, onto their ass?"
That made you sit up straight, the covers falling down to leave you in his t-shirt. "You wouldn't dare." You say, even though you knew he would.
He smirks, raising a brow at you. "You sure about that, babygirl?" He sarcastically asks.
He stands by the bed, for a few more moments, his eyes locked on yours, before he suddenly jumps onto it. He climbs on top of you, whilst you squeal in surprise. He hovers over you, his arms on either side of your head, as he stares down at you, with a smirk on his lips.
You do your best to push him off, playfully, while laughing the full time. "Stop it, get off me, JJ!" But of course he doesn't, too busy laughing as he watches your reaction. He struggles slightly to keep you pinned down, as he laughs himself.
You laugh as you look up at him. You move a few strands of his blonde hair, from his eyes, as it falls in his face. JJ soon stops laughing and looks down at you, smiling as you move the hair from his eyes.
These were the moments you loved, when it was just the two of you playing around, like nothing else mattered. It was definitely much preferred to the usual arguments and screaming matches.
You two lay there in silence for a few moments, with him hovering over you still. That's before his voice breaks the moment, "I'm still mad." He teases, the smirk reappearing on his lips.
You burst out laughing, as his words break your little bubble. That's when you lean up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes immediately close, responding to your lips against his. "Are you still pissed now?" You ask, pulling away, his lips still chasing yours.
"Now, I'm hungry." He playfully growls, before rolling us over, so you were now laying on top of his chest. You smile down at your boyfriend, leaning down to press your lips to his.
You were in for a long day, one that you'd probably need all of tomorrow to recover after..
Just rewatched the hunchback of notre dame and I NEED an Esmeralda inspired reader for rollo, just someone who gets on his last nerve but he can’t help getting all flustered by them😍
PLEASE MY SOUL WILL BE YOURS
I’ve BEEN on this train bro.. May I present you with Ex!Rollo that already had your ring paid for and engraved box commissioned? Who watches your sinful dalliances with a scrutinizing eye- handing off council assignments when he knows you have plans, taking extra care to measure your sleeves; sliding a hand across your arms to make sure they’re of appropriate length like he can’t tell by looking,, Who’s never out of reach for a confession, but too far to touch now that you’ve gone and “betrayed” him- even though you were never dating.. Hadn’t even had your first kiss by the time locals recognized your fat, baby faces as a set and decided that you just must be wed; it’s only natural. He’s a young, dedicated man. Doesn’t he deserve a faithful partner?
Every experience after him was just that- after. At least in the eyes of the church. None as meaningful or poetic as Rollo was; how he should’ve been. Your every glance towards another man was shamed, it’s like you couldn’t live without “rebelling”. He’s suffocating in his love, but nobody blames the poor boy- it’s you who’s expected to be better. Your responsibility to take care of a grown man’s tantrums and hunger strikes- because if you don’t step up, as his partner in life, then why in the world would anyone else? It’s your fault. Take accountability.
