summary getting high with jj pairing jj maybank x reader cw weed use/alcohol consumption, mentions of luke/abuse, mentions of canon-typical violence, fluff, soft jj, use of petnames, hints at drunk/high sex (all consensual), idk when this is set note i haven't written in so long guys please forgive me 🙏 also this is my first obx fic teehee
the sun is setting by the time the six of you finally settle by the fire pit. john b hands out beers as jj rolls a few joints for you to share. sarah and kie are sprawled out in a hammock; you assume they'll probably end up with john b between them soon. he never could stay away from sarah for long. pope is... somewhere, probably nursing a beer. you remember him saying he didn't want to smoke tonight.
your head is on jj's shoulder. it'll probably end up in his lap soon enough. it always does when the two of you smoke.
he holds up a beer and a joint. "your pick, milady."
you roll your eyes, but there's no mistaking the reluctant smile on your face. you reach for the beer. he pulls it back and offers you the joint.
"jay," you say, an eyebrow raised. he laughs that manic laugh of his and passes you the beer. the joint ends up between his lips as he watches you take a deep swig. the others are being rambunctious, but the two of you seem to be in your own little bubble.
"you doin' okay?" he asks you. you nod, mouth full of beer.
"yeah. yeah, i'm good. you?"
he chuckles dryly. "y'mean aside from luke? yeah, i'm alright."
you sit up straighter. jj mentioning his father is never a good sign. "did he do something?"
"nah, nothin' more than the usual." the usual. that could be anything from luke being passed out on the couch drunk to beating jj 'til he bled. the look on your face must have been telling, because he doubles down. "the good usual. or, not good, i guess, but not... y'know, bad. the worst."
you sigh and nod. there's nothing much you can say, and you won't get anything out of him now anyway. you look down at your beer, until a finger makes its way under your chin.
"hey, pretty thing. m'okay."
you have no choice but to believe him. he'll come to you eventually. probably.
"i know," you say with a sigh, taking another swig of beer. "gimme the joint?"
"switch?"
"sure."
you take a long drag. it's been a long week. month, even.
the high hits you faster than normal. you're not a lightweight by any means, but it's been a while since you've smoked, what with all the treasure hunting and almost getting killed. as suspected, your head ends up in his lap. his hand runs through your hair.
"you feelin' it already, baby?" he asks, chuckling lightly. he's feeling his own buzz, but that's more from the beer than the weed. you've smoked more than him, after all.
a lazy grin spreads across your face. "might be."
he outright laughs at that. "you're so pretty when you're all buzzed. you get all flushed and giggly and... god."
"you're such a sap," you say, a hand clumsily reaching up to tousle his hair. wow, maybe the beer is hitting you now, too.
the others are having a good time. at least, you assume so. they're laughing and shouting, but your vision is focused solely on the blond in front of you. it's almost like tunnel vision. not that you're complaining. his eyes are locked on your own, a dopey, wide-toothed grin on his face as his hands roam your waist. he continues giving you compliments, the alcohol-induced flush on your cheeks spreading down your neck as he throws around petnames.
somehow, at a point that's kind of fuzzy in your mind, you end up straddling him. his lips are soft on yours. a little sloppy, but yours are probably the same, so you have no reason to complain. his hands roam, warm on your skin, leaving trails of fire along your waist and up your back. one settles on your hip, the other cupping your bra.
one of the others - probably john b, but you're both a little too preoccupied to take note - wolf whistles, and jj detatches himself from your lips. he's breathing heavy. so are you.
"inside?" he pants, hands settling under your ass. he's going to lift you regardless of what you say.
you giggle. "yeah."
he lifts you with a grunt. you scream a little, despite the movement being expected, and your legs wrap around his waist, head dropping to the crook of his neck. you vaguely hear him shout something to the others, likely a retort to their whistles and jeering, and giggle again.
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji
Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief, Dissociation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, basically my brain went "wouldn't this be fucked up?" and this happened, very LOOSELY based on canon, think post-250 pre-266 placement for the shitty future part but if everything was awful, Rated T for language, Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Spoilers, tags to be addded
Summary:
Things go terribly wrong at the end of the fight against Sukuna, with both Itadori and Fushiguro dying. So why does Fushiguro wake up in the past?
Flashes of the Battle (Come Back to me in a Blur) Chapter 4: Curtains Closed
"Guilt curdled in Sonic’s stomach. His own confrontation with Robotnik was enough to keep him asleep for a hundred years. He hadn’t been around to help in the fallout and could only imagine the shock waves that hit the regions after he and Shadow both fell. The region’s only line of defense all that time had been dependent on Shadow being stubborn enough to wait for Sonic to wake up and come head butt Robotnik into oblivion.
Knowing that he had, in part, caused the foxes to practically go into hiding sent a shard of deep, burning shame spearing straight through his chest."
