I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES PART 2024

I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES PART 2024

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JJ with Latina reader

Warnings: This is very short, suggestive content, reader is angry, and author is using google translate despite being Mexican

Tropes: Moodyxhappy, poguexpogue, angryxsunshine, golden retrieverxchihuahua.

Summary: JJ spills readers cup and she snaps.

Bree speaks: Hi! Thank you for reading, just answering some questions before I continue writing. I do take reqs, but I do have a busy life, so please bare with me. I don't know how to make a taglist, so if you do, please tell me omg. Also, my askbox is always open, and i love answering questions, so before you go, ask me something! <3 Thank you, any tips are helpful! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! Thank you again, I love you and make good choices.

(I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A BOARDER)

Today was supposed to be relaxing.

JJ had already taken you out to the beach, letting you play with the water and find those seashells you loved.

When you and JJ came back to the chateau, you had decided- no demanded you make some birria tacos for dinner.

You were already on edge from finding out JJ was eating moldy bread. But you didn't let that ruin your day... yet.

So JJ sat on the couch with John B and Pope, ranting to them how you had the most perfect ass.

"Have you seen how round it is?" JJ groans and moans quite loudly. John B, who already had a girlfriend was tuning him out, making JJ sound like a white noise in his ear.

Pope simply walks away now.

JJ stands up and starts to walk to you. You were listening to music, swaying your hips to it as you chopped up some tomato for the salsa.

He snakes his arms around your waist giving you a sloppy kiss on your neck.

When you two first started dating, you would push him off and giggle. But its been a year since you both were in the honeymoon phase.

You sigh and let him pepper kisses on your neck, continuing to cook.

Everything seemed perfectly fine, nobody was yelling, John B was finally being quiet, not yapping about Ward.

Pope was doing something outside, nobody ever knew.

Until, JJ goes to kiss you and spills your birria sauce you spent an hour on onto the floor.

You and him look at each other at the same time. You clutch the kitchen towel that was on your shoulder. Narrowing your eyes at him, you take a deep breath and sigh.

He thinks he's off the hook, grabbing your chin and pecking your lips. You smile and slowly push him him away.

Then that's when everything snaps.

"¿Sabes qué, pequeño niño blanco? Estoy tan deprimido con tu pálido trasero." You yell and throw the towel at him.

"Crees que puedes conseguir cualquier cosa, ¿eh? ¡Pues no puedes! ¡Espero que te mueras por tu estúpido culo de comer pan mohoso! Morirías sin mí Maybank." You poke a finger into his chest and roll your eyes.

JJ currently has his hands up in defense. He has a tiny smirk on his face. And you fight the urge to smack him.

JJ knows you want to use physical force, you can't hide your facial expressions very well. And to him, they were quite cute, even if you wanted to murder him.

"Será mejor que borres esa maldita sonrisa de tu cara. Estamos en la cocina, hay cuchillos y no me quieres cerca de los cuchillos, JJ." You frantically run a hand through your hair. By now, Sarah and Kiara have entered the chateau finding you two like this. John B, Kiara, Pope and Sarah have all gathered around watching you basically ripping him a new asshole.

"Ni siquiera dios puede salvarte de mí. Oren para que después de tanto grito no se queme mi birria. Porque si así fuera, puedes despedirte de mi trasero." You deadpan. You wipe your hands on your jean shorts and smile. You wave at the girls, acting as if nothing had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, JJ speaks up.

"Is it a good time to say that turned me on?" JJ mumbles and grins at how you look at him.

"No." Everybody says in unison.

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

So, as a poet and a marauders fan.

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL IM MAKING POEMS ABOUT THE MARAUDERS

Can you guess who this poem is about????

(ALL POEMS WILL BE POSTED ON MY WATTPAD BOOK)

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In my head I'm still young

I'm still sitting with everyone

I can't remember the last time mom was happy

Or when my brother spoke to me

I count the stars one by one

Hoping to connect with you somehow

The sun comes up

And that's when I know you're awake

The moon comes down

And I know the one person I love is awake

The cold floor is pressed against me

God how could you betray me

I'm a fucking dog begging for a piece of meat

Please bring him back to me

Let me see him before I die

My flesh going towards madness

I remember waking in a happy home

Where my brother was there

My stars and my moon

Then I woke up and prayed to the stars

Please take me with him

I want to look into his eyes one last time I want to see him angry when he finds out i escaped

Just please let me fucking see him

The traitor

You did this to me

I cannot get my revenge

I have to sit and stare at the moon

Talking to it like it was you

I pretended I was splitting a chocolate between you and I

I am too young to die I want to die in his arms

I want to feel like I'm in love again

He promised me memories

Yet I am still here locked in my cage

Mom, am I still young?

Dad, do you hate what I've done?

Brother, please don't hate me

Please say you'll forgive me

I'm begging ever so pathetically like doggy on his knees

Please forgive me

I'll forgive you

I promise to never burn your letters again

Just let me see my brother god dammit

I want you back

I want to come home

I never say please

But to my moon, stars and sun

Please come back

It wasn't me

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trying to bring back commenting and hyping up content creators.

if you see me commenting on your post, just know….. I love you.

*Me and my parent issues.*

THANK YOU FOR THIS. IM GOING TO MAKING SCENARIOS ABOUT THIS 24/7

I LOVE YOU

The life as Wolfstar’s kid would include:

Sirius giving you star/moon hair clips

Remus making you hot chocolates

Sirius playing fetch w/you as Padfoot when you’re bored or upset.

BOOKS. SO MANY BOOKS.

Hearing bedtime stories from when they were at Hogwarts

Getting to go to Hogwarts once a year with Remus until you’re old enough to actually frequent the school

Staying at Uncle Prongs’ and Uncle Reggie’s place for a sleep over with Harry

Being the smartest kid EVERYWHERE

Have a deep connection with space for some reason, *cough* Regs fault *cough* what? Huh? Who said that?

Being a caffeine addicted at the age of fifteen

Born to be the artist, raised to be the muse (but in the best way possible)

Being adored and respected by your parents (they are the best I swear)

“That’s Professor Lupin’s kid”

Being the sassies child that has ever roamed the earth

Believing 100% in astrology because Sirius said so

Learning French before English and then Spanish (Harry’s influence)

Stealing the invisibility cloak with Harry and Luna and using it to sneak around and steal sweets

Reading books on magical creatures and becoming hyper-fixated on one of them (bonus points is it’s a werewolf) (no seriously they are actually so cool)

Having IMMACULATE style

A misunderstood genius (Regulus words)

Having Sirius looks, Remus’s brains, James’s personality and Regulus’s sass.

Being a David Bowie and Queen stan

Poet to your very core

Biggest ego in the planet (you have Sirius as a father and James and Marlene as your aunt/uncle. Everyone is doomed)

Sweetest soul, but god forbid anyone angers you

Arctic Monkeys coded

This is all I have (for now)