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peachpitlover · 6 months

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How's It Gonna End?

Word Count: 1.3k words

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Pairing: Aidan Bissett and friend!reader

Aidan is riddled with anxiety, and his best friend introduces back scratches.

“It’s just a normal show; I have no idea why I’m freaking out," Aidan mumbled to himself as he sat on the couch, fidgeting with his hands. Despite his efforts to calm down, his racing thoughts and pounding heart only intensified.

Y/N was technically Anna's best friend and was invited to tag along on the Supernova Tour. She was around from day one of tour planning, and Aidan couldn't help but feel himself gravitate towards her. As the tour progressed, Aidan found himself seeking Y/N's company more and more. Her calming presence and understanding nature seemed to alleviate his anxiety, making him feel at ease. Aidan couldn't deny the growing connection between them, wondering if it was just friendship or something more. It got to the point where he found himself writing songs about her; it was as if she had a sixth sense about his most internal feelings, which he'd learned to suppress.

"You'll be great; don't waste a good worry on something you can't predict," she chuckled. Her laughter was infectious; it helped to lighten his worries slightly, though the anxiety that riddled his brain felt impossible to get over.

He watched as she stood from her chair and crossed the room to the couch where he was sitting. As she sat down beside him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over him. Her presence alone had a calming effect on his restless mind. Aidan couldn't ignore the flutter in his chest as she put her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Is it because there's a bigger crowd tonight?" Y/N asked.

"I don't even know; I'm just stressed."

"That's ok too, but I know you'll relax once you're out there having fun."

In his head, Aidan knew she was right, but her words didn't help to calm the nauseating thump of his heart: "You're right; I just wish I could calm down before I go out there."

"You have time to wind down," Anna interrupted. "I only go on in 20. You've got over an hour."

Aidan deeply appreciated the reassurance and could feel himself relax into Y/N's touch.

"How about some back scratches until you go on?" Y/N offered.

"Oh my god, that's a priceless offer right there. Y/N gives the best tickles." Anna smiled. "What?" Anna asked, noticing Aidan's confused expression.

"What the fuck are back scratches?" he asked.

Aidan's confusion was evident as he questioned the concept of "back scratches." Y/N and Anna exchanged amused expressions with quiet giggles. "Back scratches are when someone gently rubs and tickles your back with their fingers," Y/N explained, trying to suppress her laughter. "You've never had that?" She asked.

"Nope. I've never experienced back scratches before," Aidan replied, still puzzled. "Well, you're missing out! Y/N is a pro-back scratcher. Take her up on that offer or I will," Anna chimed in, joining Y/N's explanation.

Aidan looked intrigued; his curiosity was piqued by Anna's words. "Alright, I'll give it a try then," he said with a smile, eager to see what the fuss was all about. Y/N grinned mischievously, ready to show Aidan the wonders of a good back scratch.

"'Kay, I'm gonna put my hand under your shirt; is that okay?" Aidan hesitated for a moment, unsure about Y/N's request. However, his trust in Anna and his curiosity got the better of him. "Sure, go ahead," he replied, trying to hide his slight nervousness. Y/N nodded reassuringly before gently placing her hand on the bottom of Aidan's back over his sweater. She began light, gently rubbing his back over this soft sweater to allow him to get a feel for her hands on him. She also lifted her head from his shoulder to let him adjust his position against her. As Y/N continued to massage his back, Aidan felt a sense of relaxation wash over him. The warmth of her touch and the gentle rhythm of her movements eased his nerves, making him more comfortable in her presence.

"I'm gonna put my hand under your shit now, okay?" She whispered.

"Mhm," he hummed, and he turned to rest his head against hers.

Y/N's soft hands expertly ran along the base of his back, her fingertips just barely ghosting over his skin. She exchanged a knowing smile with Anna as she quietly slipped out of the room. Aidan closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the blissful sensation. The disappearance of Anna's presence didn't bother him; he trusted Y/N completely to continue her soothing touch. He sighed softly and felt his body further relax into her, feeling muscles he didn't realize he was tensing soften into her embrace.

As her hand worked higher up the expanse of his back, Aidan's body drooped against hers, and she couldn't help but chuckle when his back arched when she touched particularly ticklish spots. It was soothing to Y/N as well, and the repetition of the gentle circles her fingers drew on his back brought a sense of comfort to her too.

As she continued to massage his back, Aidan's mind began to drift into a state of tranquility. He let his stress and worries melt away, replacing them with a profound sense of peace. With each stroke of her hand, he could feel the tension in his body dissipate, leaving him feeling lighter and more at ease. Y/N slowly let her back rest against the back of the couch, silently encouraging Aidan to further ease up against her. He eventually slouched and shifted to slightly lie on his side with his head on her chest.

Aidan felt those buried feelings resurface and cause repeated flutters in his stomach, especially with her skin on his. The warmth radiating from Y/N's body enveloped him, creating a comforting cocoon that made him forget about the outside world. As he closed his eyes, Aidan allowed himself to fully surrender to the moment, cherishing the intimacy they shared and the deep connection they had formed in such a short amount of time. In that moment, Aidan realized how much he craved this level of vulnerability and closeness with someone. It was as if all the boundaries that kept him from connecting began to fall apart, allowing him to truly open up and let Y/N in. He couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead them, hoping that it was just the beginning of something beautiful.

He was just barely able to hold his eyes open when Anna reentered, sweaty and excited from the show. He hadn't realized that it had been almost an hour since she left the room. He had been so lost in comfort and his thoughts about Y/N that he hadn't realized it was time for him to get ready for the show. As she plopped down next to him, he couldn't help but notice the glow on her face and the sparkle in her eyes. It was clear that the show had left a lasting impact on her, and he couldn't wait to hear all about it. He was grateful for his tourmate and her best friend. They made the anxieties that riddled his brain seem just like bumps in the road instead of detours. As he stood to go get ready, it was only then that he noticed his hand tightly holding onto Y/N's free one. He sent her a shy yet knowing smile before he disappeared behind the door.

When Y/N straightened on the couch, she turned to Anna and was met with a cheeky smirk. "He's smitten," she laughed.

"Oh hush!" She giggled and swatted Anna's arm.

"This tour is gonna be life-changing for the both of us. I better be your maid of honor." Anna warned with a grin.

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peachpitlover · 6 months

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Dads suck

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peachpitlover · 7 months

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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 ➢ 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 - 𝑨 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒐 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - After making their getaway, Kodi and JJ regroup with the others at the police station. John B's gut feeling takes them to the cemetery, where even more is revealed for the group and where they must go next.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) - canon-typical drama, brief descriptions of anxiety, smoking weed, protective!JJ, mentions of gun shots/guns, threat of violence

"I APPRECIATE THE CIRCUMSTANCES AREN'T GREAT BUT COULD YOU PLEASE BE A LITTLE MORE CAUTIOUS?" Kodi questioned as JJ continued to throw the Twinkie around sharp corners and drive down barely safe roads.

"Not right now, Kodi…" They made it back to the main drag of town and immediately, Kodi began looking for any signs of Kie, Pope or John B. Her heart was in her throat as they made their way closer to the water.

"Wait - Wait, JJ pull up!" she instructed when she spotted the three of them being walked into the police station. Barely able to put one foot in front of the other, Kodi got out of the Twinkie before JJ had even fully parked it. She rushed through the front doors and caught up with them.

"Kie, Pope -" she sighed in relief as they allowed the trio to hug. When they stepped apart, she noticed John B was missing.

"Peterkin's got him for questioning," Kie explained as JJ caught up.

Once everything was wrapped up, Kie's father came to bail her and John B out, understandably pissed. Pope had only been given a caution, to no one's surprise. Kie was marched off without so much as a moment to say goodbye to Kodi and the boys.

"Well… Any more terrible ideas planned for this evening?" Kodi clapped her hands together before making her way over to the Twinkie.

"Not deliberately," Pope replied and JJ shrugged, unbothered.

"I have a pretty strong feeling that my parents are gonna want me at the Surf Shack to lock up soon, so let's go."

They drove down to the waterfront and whilst John B headed off to his job, JJ trailed Kodi to the Surf Shack. When they arrived, her parents had just started bringing in the outdoor displays for the night.

"Oh, so we do have a daughter after all," her mother remarked as they slowed to a stop. Her father appeared shortly afterwards.

"Evenin', JJ." Kodi watched as JJ nodded in response and waved.

"Mister B. Mrs B. Lovely to see y'all again."

"You keeping her out of trouble, Maybank, or luring her right to it?" Kodi made an exasperated noise at her mother's blunt question.

"Mom!" The older woman ignored Kodi's protests as she hefted a box of tourist gifts into the main shop.

"Ignore her, she's just a little sour today," her father stated cooly. Kodi and JJ pitched in and helped bring the last of the gifts, toys and general tourist crap back into the shop. When her mom was in the backroom and JJ was out the front retrieving the last of the boxes, Kodi took the opportunity to approach her dad.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Dakota?" He stopped sweeping the floor briefly to look at her and give her his full attention.

"Can JJ stay over tonight?" The question hung between them for a moment and then he cleared his throat.

"Sure. Just make sure you guys… Uh, keep the door open, y'hear?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Thank you." She stretched up onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Outside, a horn honked several times, catching their attention.

"Oh, this is going to be good," she mused sarcastically as she stepped out of the store to see John B behind the wheel of the Twinkie. Kodi and JJ climbed inside without a second thought, promising to be home after dinner.

They managed to convince Pope to join them and then made their way over to The Wreck to see if they could get Kie too. JJ pushed Pope out of the Twinkie to talk to her and they waited for a while.

"She says she's not coming!" Pope informed them as he stepped out onto the front steps.

"Why not?" JJ called back, confused before turning to John B, "What did you do?"

"Shit… Hang on, I'll deal with it." John B got out of the van before either of them could press further.

-/-/-

Somehow, John B convinced Kie to join them and as evening drew in, they were on the road again. JJ and Kodi were sprawled out on the carpeted floor of the Twinkie, whilst Pope was in the passenger seat and Kie sat on the seat near the window.

"You mind if I just relax on this one? It's been a long day and a lot of weird stuff's gone down. I'm just gonna lay low…" JJ informed them and then offered the burning joint to Kodi.

"You wanna hit?"

"Absolutely," she agreed and he handed it over to her. The thick smoke curled out of her lips and disappeared into the air around them. Kodi settled against his side and tried to forget about the trauma of the day as the high kicked in and fogged up her brain just enough.

"Look - look, I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, alright? And wrong about everything else going on. But I was right about one thing; my dad is trying to tell me something," John B declared as the scenery rolled by outside the window.

When they slowed to a stop, Kodi realised they were at a graveyard. Less than eager, she followed along, flashlight in her hand as they made their way through the headstones and memorials.

"John B, what are we doing?" she questioned as she swung her flashlight beam in a wide arc.

"Ssh - shut up a second… You know how you're trying to remember a song and you can't remember who sings it?"

"Yeah?" Kie chimed in, unconvinced.

"So, Redfield. This whole time I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place. It's a person," he explained and when he stopped, he held his lantern up to the mausoleum they'd come to a stop in front of.

"Wow…" Kodi looked up and took in the name engraved in the stone. Redfield.

"See, my great-grandmother; Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name." The silence was filled by the sounds of crickets and a slight breeze that whistled through the trees.

"Gimme a hand with the door -" They all stepped forwards to try and open the mausoleum, despite Kodi's conscience telling her it was a bad idea.

As Pope, JJ and John B tried to push the door open, they all were just as quick to retreat when a snake appeared out of the stonework.

"Woah - hey, this is a bad idea. I'm pretty sure those are venomous…" Kodi's comment was overlooked as JJ tried barking at the snake to scare it off, only causing more confusion and a series of attempts to get him to be quiet.

"If there's one, there are probably dozens. All over."

"Stop, you're scaring me," Kie complained and Kodi took her free hand to comfort her. She wasn't exactly skittish but the thought of disturbing a nest of snakes like that didn't exactly fill her with the confidence of Indiana Jones.

"Alright, look, we're not gonna get in there. It's not budging," Pope began and stepped between John B and JJ, "We should probably just go."

"I can get through," Kie stated after a long moment of staring at the door. They all looked at her with expressions of confusion and concern.

"What?"

"No, no, no - you think you're gonna fit through that hole?" John B questioned in response, unbelieving.

"This is about your dad, right? And honestly, I really don't believe in it, but you deserve to know the truth," she explained and let go of Kodi's hand to step closer to the door.

Whilst Pope and John B helped her in through the hole in the door, Kodi kept an eye out for more snakes.

"Remind me what we're looking for?"

"You'll know it when you see it," John B replied and that seemed to be all the prompting Kie needed to hoist herself up and through the hole.

Whilst they waited for her to finish scouring the inside of the crypt, a cool breeze blew through and made Kodi shiver. Goosebumps prickled her exposed thighs and she pulled JJ's hoodie tighter around her.

"Oh, my God…"

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peachpitlover · 8 months

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𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

TALK LIKE THIS | BOYFRIEND!JJ MAYBANK X READER | IMAGINE |

PAIRING: Soft! Boyfriend!JJ Maybank x Reader

SYNOPSIS: You and JJ argue and he locks your legs around his waist making you resolve your problems on his lap

WORD COUNT → 530

WARNING(S): Established Relationship, Cuteness, Boyfriend!JJ, Arguement.

AUTHORS NOTE: God isn't he cute in these gif omg. this scene is inspired by The Darkest Note by Nelia Alacron.

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JJ Maybank and Y/N had been dating for several months, and their relationship was filled with adventure, laughter, and the occasional argument. Today, however, tensions were running high. They had just had a heated disagreement about their plans for the weekend.

Y/N sat on the couch, arms folded, and a scowl on her face. JJ, equally frustrated, paced back and forth in front of her. The argument had gone back and forth for what felt like hours, with neither side willing to back down.

Finally, JJ stopped in front of Y/N, his frustration boiling over. "Baby, I can't believe you're being so stubborn about this," he said, his voice tinged with anger.

Y/N's eyes flashed with irritation. "Stubborn? Jayj, you're the one who's being unreasonable!"

The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed like their argument was spiraling out of control. That's when JJ had an idea, one that was both impulsive and strangely endearing. In a swift move, he scooped Y/N up in his arms and locked her legs around his waist, making her sit in his lap.

Y/N let out a surprised gasp as she found herself suddenly perched on JJ's lap, unable to move. She looked into his eyes, her anger momentarily forgotten in the unexpected turn of events.

JJ grinned mischievously. "You want to talk? We can talk like this," he said, his tone softening.

Y/N blinked in surprise, the anger ebbing away as she found herself captivated by his charm. "You're impossible," she muttered, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

JJ leaned in closer, his lips hovering inches from hers. "You know you love me," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I do," she admitted, her anger dissipating with each passing second.

JJ's arms tightened around her, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The kiss was a silent truce, a reminder that their love was stronger than any argument. They might have their differences, but they always found a way to come back together.

As they continued to kiss, all the tension and frustration of their argument melted away. In that moment, locked in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what challenges they faced, their love would always prevail.

And so, with a shared laugh and a passionate kiss, JJ Maybank and Y/N made up once again, grateful for the love that bound them together, even when they couldn't see eye to eye.

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peachpitlover · 8 months

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The Maybank Zoo

Word Count: 941

Pairing: Dad!JJ

JJ Maybank never thought he’d see the day his daughter toddled inside with a toad in her hands. He never cared for the creatures, and you were absolutely terrified of them. So you couldn’t help but shriek when she came inside with a large frog cradled in her small hands.

“Daddy, look!” She beamed, pushing her hands up toward him.

“What do you have there, bug?”

“A froggie! Uncle B saw it on the boat: he’s hungry, daddy; we have ta’ feed him!”

“Yeah?” He smiled as he pushed her sweaty hair away from her forehead, and she nodded. “What does he eat? Should we get him… pizza?” The laugh his sweet girl let out made his heart squeeze as he tried to commit this moment to memory.

“Daddy! Froggies don’t eat pizza! You’re so silly!” She giggled as she placed the wriggling frog on the dining room table.

You let out a shiver as the small amphibian wiped its eyes clean. “Jesse James, get that frog off of my

table!”

“No mama! He’s so hungry,” Florence whined.

“You can feed him outside, bug. He doesn’t need to dirty my table,.” you frowned.

“He can’t eat outside, mama! Where is he supposed to sit?”

Yeah, mama, where is he supposed to sit?” JJ smirked as he nudged your arm with his elbow, eyebrows raised.

“On the floor, where he lives!”

C'mon, daddy, we have to find him some crickets!” She smiles and takes his hand before leading him back outside, leaving you alone with the slimy frog.

“Woah!” Florence gasped as John B hauled a huge fish into the boat.

“See that Flo-Flo?” He grins.

“Yup! He’s just so big—he’s huge! Daddy, he’s bigger than my hand!”

JJ can’t help but laugh at her comparison, considering almost everything is bigger than her tiny hand.

“I see that! You wanna name him?”

“Oh! I’m gonna name him Nemo!”

“Nah, this is my dinner, bug.” John B. clarified as he tossed the fish into the ice bucket.

Her face drops into one of absolute horror, turning to JJ.

“But he’s my friend, Uncle B. I named him! I was gonna take him home,” she frowned

and crossed her chubby little arms over her chest.

“What about the other two fish at home? Your two Nemos?”

“They need a friend!”

“Baby, this fish will eat your Nemos,” JJ explains.

Her eyes widen, and she turns to John B. “Eat him, Uncle B!”

As her uncles and dad continued to fish, Florence sat cross-legged with her cute little bucket hat as she named each and every worm in the bucket.

“An’ you’re Mrs. Stretch, ‘cause you’re so long!” She squealed to herself as she placed it to the side. She wiped her hands on her little shorts before she swiped her hand over her sweaty forehead. She stood and wobbled over to where Pope sat with a beer. As she plopped herself into his lap, she raised the hand still holding the fascinatingly large worm up for him to see.

“I named her Mrs. Stretch cause she’s huge! Uncle Pope she’s as long as my foot - yet another laughable comparison.

“I think she’s longer than that, babe! That’s a Whipworm,” he said as he let her place the creature in his hands.

“You playin’ with my bait, bug?” JJ teased.

“‘M not playing, daddy! I’m takin’ care of ‘em,” she said matter-of-factly.

The name bug dates back to Florence’s very first word. Sitting against JJ in the garden, Florence sat in your lap, facing away, as she admired all the new and interesting sights. An ant had crawled up her little leg, and instead of shrieking in horror like most babies would, she smiled, looked back at her parents, and pointed.

“What’s that, Flo?” JJ cooed.

She all but cackled at the insect that tickled her delicate skin as it walked.

“Is that a little bug, Flo-Flo?” You smiled and said, “Is it so funny, baby?”

“Bug!” She exclaimed.

Wha-?” You gasped.

“Did she? That’s her first word? Baby, she said her first word!”

“Oh my god! She said bug! Did you hear it, J?”

“What’s that, baby?” He asked as he took her tiny hand.

“Bug! Ba!” Florence squealed.

“Are you our little bug, huh, baby? Our sweet little bug?” You giggled as you held her up to litter kisses all over her cheeks.

Although you and JJ didn't care for the slimy creatures Florence loved to bring home, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at the absolute tenderness she showed each and every animal she found. How could you say no to her beautiful heart?

That’s how you ended up with two cats, a Betta fish, a small minnow, and an endless amount of animal friends needing to spend the night. It’s all worth it to see the way she tucked her hands behind her back and leaned down to press a kiss to your eldest cat’s head as gently as possible. Before whispering goodnight wishes to him. She moved on to climb onto a dining chair to bid your other cat goodnight with a light pet. It was a routine, really; your cats were always first, then she would turn off the lights in the fish tank and smile at her scaly friends before moving onto whatever animal was seeking refuge in your home that night. She’d attempt to tuck the temporary Maybank in and whisper promises of good dreams and being returned home in the morning. You and JJ would watch on with full, proud hearts as she showed such care and respect to the animals in your home.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Word Count: 760

Warnings: Slight mentions of violence

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ felt a sense of relief settle over his aching body as he entered the code to your house, sighing as he heard the familiar beep and click of the front door unlocking.

It had become a routine of sorts for him to show up at your house unannounced after a particularly tough day. As he shut the door behind him, he took off his shoes and pulled out some random keys from his pocket, setting them on the end table. His head fell back when he breathed out a sigh, his heart finally settling in his chest. He can hear faint footsteps upstairs.

He had gone to Luke's house to find a picture because he needed to prove John B wrong, but what he hadn't anticipated was that Luke would be waiting for him with rage seeping from every pore. Every hit shattered his heart, and he could feel his world coming apart. Everything you helped him build came shattering down with each punch.

He stood in your kitchen with a busted lip and bruises littering his body as he chugged down a glass of water before stepping into your pantry. Your cat nudged against JJ’s calves as he looked for something to satiate his sudden hunger. He settled for a box of Cheez-Its and a fruit bar before he mindlessly found his way to your room. The shower was running, so he shrugged off his shirt and replaced his sandy shorts with the pair of sweatpants that you kept in your drawers for him before getting comfortable in your bed. With his snacks on your bedside table, he tucked himself into your soft sheets while his head sank into your fluffy pillows. In his own world, he didn't even notice your presence in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Y’know,” you started with a cheeky smile. “I don’t think my boyfriend would like you barging in here unannounced and inviting yourself into my bed.”

His stomach flutters at the sound of your voice: “But you’re just so pretty, I couldn’t care less about your boyfriend.”

“You’re the prettiest, so I’ll let it slide this time,” you giggled as you brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Kook or Luke?” You asked as you ran the knuckle of your pointer finger over the blossoming bruise on his cheek.

“Mr. Maybank himself.”

“Why’d you go over there, baby?”

“John B didn’t believe me that he stole that hat from me when we were little, so I went to go get a picture. He bet twenty bucks,” JJ huffed.

“Anything need some stitching up?”

“John B’s damn mouth,” he laughed. “I could use some head scratches while I eat your Cheez-Its, though.”

“When did you become so demanding?” You smiled as you got into bed next to him in order to guide his head to your chest.

“Since this girl I met started treating me like a prince.”

“Yeah?” You giggled.

“Yup, she treats me real good; maybe your boyfriend would be here if you treated him as well as she treats me.” “Do I know her? Maybe I could ask for some tips,” you said, and your hand slid under the covers to tickle tenderly at his warm back.

“Oh, you know her so well! More than you think,” he smiled as he cuddled his head further against your skin.

Alright, Mr. Charmer, get comfy; I’ll get on with your request,” you said.

His dimples dug into his cheeks deliciously as he smiled while getting comfortable in between your legs, his back against your chest. As your skilled fingers got busy in soft hair that feigned gold in the lighting of your room, JJ felt more content than he had in a long while. A heavy weight lifted off his shoulders as you turned on your TV, and he stuffed the fruit bar into his mouth.

“No horror movies,” he mumbled through his full mouth.

“Was gonna put Jane the Virgin on,” you said.

“Let’s watch The Simpsons.”

“Ok, sweet boy,” you said as you smiled at him.

He wiggled a little to get snug against you once again after he grabbed the box of Cheez-Its. Your left hand ventured along his shoulders and tickled lightly over his chest as your right hand entangled through his hair. Over the next few minutes, you felt his shoulders slowly fall from their tensed position. You felt content with his weight against you but more honored to be his safe haven, as you knew utter relaxation was not something JJ found easily.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Word Count: 760

Warnings: Slight mentions of violence

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ felt a sense of relief settle over his aching body as he entered the code to your house, sighing as he heard the familiar beep and click of the front door unlocking.

“Y’know,” you started with a cheeky smile. “I don’t think my boyfriend would like you barging in here unannounced and inviting yourself into my bed.”

His stomach flutters at the sound of your voice: “But you’re just so pretty, I couldn’t care less about your boyfriend.”

“Mr. Maybank himself.”

“Why’d you go over there, baby?”

“John B didn’t believe me that he stole that hat from me when we were little, so I went to go get a picture. He bet twenty bucks,” JJ huffed.

“Anything need some stitching up?”

“John B’s damn mouth,” he laughed. “I could use some head scratches while I eat your Cheez-Its, though.”

“When did you become so demanding?” You smiled as you got into bed next to him in order to guide his head to your chest.

“Since this girl I met started treating me like a prince.”

“Yeah?” You giggled.

“Oh, you know her so well! More than you think,” he smiled as he cuddled his head further against your skin.

Alright, Mr. Charmer, get comfy; I’ll get on with your request,” you said.

“No horror movies,” he mumbled through his full mouth.

“Was gonna put Jane the Virgin on,” you said.

“Let’s watch The Simpsons.”

“Ok, sweet boy,” you said as you smiled at him.

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

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Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I do have some drafts that need finishing up so I'll be posting those soon!!

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false god

summary: it doesn’t matter how many times you find yourselves against each other, you and jj know how to worship this love. (based on false god by taylor swift)

a/n: the way it took me so long to write this that i thought it was at least 5k words…but i’m slowly coming back so i hope you guys enjoy this!! (i’ve been pathologically obsessed with this song lately so let’s all thank taylor swift for giving me the inspo to write again)

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+, jj and reader have some heated fights, smut, p in v (it’s not really that much descriptive tho), oral sex (f receiving)

word count: 2.8k

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We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

Had your lifelong friendship with your best friend come to this? An endless screaming match with your favorite person in the whole wide world? That was what your life had turned into in the last couple of months after your year-long, fairytale-like relationship with JJ.

Your thoughts ran wild as you stared at your boyfriend who could barely turn around to look at you. You had always been everything he ever wanted to lay his eyes upon, but this time, he preferred the view beyond the window of your living room, not giving you the satisfaction of making him crumble under your gaze.

He had always, well before you got together, treated you as if you were the only star in every constellation; you were his sun and no one could’ve ever compared. It hurt to acknowledge the fact that he was avoiding you on purpose, which was why you knew you had to say something. After all, the previous fight you’d had happened for his own good. JJ was turning into a workaholic and you were aware of the reason behind this new version of him: he firmly believed that you deserved to get the most expensive gifts one could find.

He didn’t come from good money, that much you knew, but you had never expected, nor needed, the overpriced jewelry or the fancy dates from him. He was working himself to the bone and it was tearing you apart, especially because you barely got to see each other, which made his efforts the more futile.

“J, please. We can’t keep this up,” you all but begged as you waited for an answer.

“My only goal is to be able to give you everything you want,” he almost hissed, breaking your heart, “How is that a bad thing?”

You sighed, “How hard is it to understand that this isn’t what I want? I want my JJ, not whoever you’re trying to be right now!”

He turned around and got up from his seated position, and as his eyes fell on your figure, it felt like he wasn’t seeing you at all. He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation, shaking his head as he couldn’t believe to his ears. “And how can you even think that I haven’t been myself? I’m trying to give you everything but you’re not listening! It’s like I’m talking to a wall.”

“I am listening! But you can’t expect me to watch you work yourself thin to give me things I don’t even need. You’re all I need, that’s it!”

Finally, his eyes studied your face, your quivering bottom lip, the tear-filled eyes, trying to get your side of the story, your frustration, which gave him the final push to take that jump in the ocean and walk to you.

He couldn’t see you like that; it had been close to a week since this fight had been going on and his guilty conscience couldn’t accept the realization that your sadness had been caused by him.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the silent movement, until he stood in front of you, towering over your smaller figure before his hands fell on your arms, gently grabbing you. His thumbs rubbed over the exposed skin of your forearms, then he slowly let his forehead fall against yours and he took a deep breath, calming you both down.

“I’m tired of fighting,” he sighed, “This isn’t us. Let’s just work this out together, okay?”

You closed your eyes in exhaustion, unintentionally letting a tear escape and run down your cheek, which he was quick to catch with his thumb as he cupped your jaw in his palm. “Okay,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he said as he tried to understand the look in your eyes, “I don’t want these stupid fights to get in between us, baby. I can’t let that happen.”

Nodding a couple of times, you finally wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your head in his chest, searching for that comfort that he had always been able to give you.

“I just want to make you happy,” he mumbled with his lips pressed against the side of your head.

“I’m happy when I’m with you, J. I don’t care about the gifts; I miss you.”

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger to raise your head and make you look up at him. Bending his neck down, he brushed his lips against yours before whispering, “I miss you, too, baby.” Finally, he kissed you, mending your broken heart with one simple action.

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

JJ’s lips seemed to never leave yours as he walked you to your shared bedroom. He was under a spell, making it for him impossible to let you go as he held you in his arms. He was a soldier coming back home and no one was going to take him away from you, his home. Laying you down on your bed, he hovered over you and began leaving wet kisses down your body while his hands worked to get your clothes off of you.

When he raised his head once again to rest his forehead on yours, you placed your hands on his cheeks, breathing each other in as you stared into his eyes. “You know what people told me when we got together?” You asked as he brushed his nose against yours, enjoying the skin to skin contact.

“What?”

“That it was going to be harder because we’re best friends and we already know everything about each other,” you brushed some hair out of his face, “You wanna know what I told them?”

He hummed in response, a sweet smile taking over his features as he did so. “That that’s the reason why I fell in love with you in the first place. I would never change us for anything in the world.”

Your boyfriend didn’t waste any more time before he claimed your mouth, almost taking you by surprise from the force of it. He put all of his feelings into one kiss, showing you his appreciation for your words and your love, because at the end of the day, that was everything you needed from each other.

“I love you so much,” he tried to mumble between kisses, repeating the words like a broken record that you never want to fix.

And what was there to fix? Your love was enough to patch every wound.

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

But we can patch it up good

Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness

Although you were going through trying times, his touch would always ignite in you that same fire as the first time, the feeling of his hands on your naked skin caused goosebumps to come alive and your heart to race against his pulse.

His weight was on top of you as his hips worked to get deeper inside you at a breathtakingly slow pace.

“Fuck, J,” you moaned out, the perfect music to your boyfriend’s ears as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Your nails dragged down his bare back, eliciting groans of pleasure from him which egged you on even more.

He raised his head to look down at you, admiring your parted lips as his movements never ceased. Bending down his neck, he claimed your mouth with hunger, basking in the way you let out pleasured sounds against his lips. He held your body close to his, almost molding his with yours, which allowed him to feel every heartbeat and deep breath. He was close to shuddering when you let go of his lips to throw your head behind you and arch your back the moment he hit an even deeper spot inside you, and God, what he wouldn’t have done to have you like that all day long. Just you and him, like you both knew it was always supposed to be.

‘I love you’s were whispered into the night air while JJ’s lips traveled down your neck, kissing your skin repeatedly. When his mouth got to your ear, he gently bit down on your lobe; “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he groaned, and in that moment you knew that you had just gone to heaven with him.

That was your relationship with JJ: ups and downs, hell and heaven, feeling like you’re at the top until something pushes you down and you hit the ground. And yet, you were okay with it, because he would’ve never let you fall without him; you were in it together.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you,” he softly said as you lied in his arms, naked and covered in love marks: his favorite sight.

You nuzzled your head against his chest and attempted at getting closer to him, if it were even possible. “I know you thought it was making me happy,” you gently pressed your lips on his chest, silently telling him how much you appreciated the gesture, “but being with you is way better than expensive jewelry.”

Running his fingers through your hair, “So am I forgiven?” he questioned before his hand fell down on your back to caress your skin.

“Of course, baby,” you smiled. “I love you.”

And you can't talk to me when I'm like this

Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you

You're the West Village

You still do it for me, babe

“If you’re so tired of this, why don’t you just fucking leave me then, huh? Break up with me and make yourself a favor.” you shouted as you attempted to physically push JJ away with your hands.

Grabbing them in his in order to make you stop, he almost seemed angry as he tried to get closer to you, keeping your palms firm against his chest. “Look at me,” he said sternly and you obliged, staring in the storm that were his eyes, “Do you really think that I want to break up with you? That I could ever want to live without you in my life?”

“You’re not happy-“

“Hey,” he interrupted you immediately, “Who told you I’m not?” He took a deep breath, “Listen, I know we’re going through a rough patch right now, but we’ll get through it, alright? Don’t push me away, I know that we can make it if we just try. But I need to know what’s going on with you; talk to me.”

He leaned down to softly press his lips to your forehead before you decided to speak up. “I’m scared, J.”

“Of what? Let me understand.”

“What if we’re wrong about this? What if we don’t make it? I’m scared of losing you,” you admitted.

Furrowing his eyebrows, JJ looked down at you, concerned about your confession. “I want you to remember that I’ll always believe in us. You can try pushing me away, yelling at me, whatever you think might make me run away, it won’t work. I know we’re supposed to end up together and nothing will ever change my mind.”

You shook your head, unable to believe to a single word he said, “What happens when you realize that you deserve better? I’m a mess. My insecurities will always get in the way and you’ll get tired of it someday.”

JJ froze at your words; how could you have believed something so untrue? If there was one thing that he was absolutely sure about, the only thing that he would bet everything on, was his undying love for you. It broke his heart to know that you could ever even consider the idea of his feelings being washed away after he spent a lifetime worshipping his love for you.

He brought your hands to his lips, silently kissing each knuckle as you gazed up at him with confusion and gratitude written all over your features. Keeping one of your hands on his cheek, and pressing his lips on the heel of your palm, he guided the other one back to his chest, more precisely, on the left side of it.

“Can you feel my heart beating?” he finally asked, whispering his words as a meaningful look casted upon his face. You could only nod as you stared into his eyes and acknowledged the weight that the conversation had gained. “Good,” he continued, “because as long as it keeps doing that, I won’t stop loving you.”

You didn’t even notice how your lips parted at his confession, you were too busy pondering on what he had just said. “J…” you tried to softly call out his name, although your words had died in your throat and you were unable to let out any other sound.

“Trust me; that’s all I’m asking. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care if you think you’re a mess; you’re mine, and I won’t let you go.”

With tears welling up in your eyes, you found the courage to speak again, “JJ Maybank, if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to-“ but your sentence was cut short by the feeling of his lips pressed against yours.

Your hand fell on the nape of his neck, keeping him as close to you as possible, while his hands traveled down to your behind to lightly squeeze it before he grabbed your upper thighs to signal you to jump. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he took a couple of steps to place you on the first surface he could find, which was the kitchen counter.

As you moaned in his mouth, he caressed your exposed legs, then his palms traveled up to your waist until he slipped his hands underneath your shirt. He needed to feel you, to have you under him, to always remember what it felt like to have you, because he couldn’t bear the thought of you not being by his side forever.

“Don’t you dare try to make me leave you ever again,” he rasped against your lips as he attempted at regaining his breath, “I love you so much, it hurts.”

Rubbing your thumb against his cheek, you gazed up at him as your foreheads touched. You had never seen such a raw and pure look in anyone’s eyes before, except in his; that was his look for you and in the lifetime you had known each other, it had never changed. “I won’t. I love you, too, J,” you gently pecked his lips, “so much.”

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

JJ’s lips kissed down your exposed body, worshipping you and showing you that gentle loving which only he knew how to do it right.

The sound of your heavy breathing filled the room and urged him to keep going, as his lips touched your pelvis while he made eye contact with you. You looked down at him and only nodded while biting your bottom lip in anticipation, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge of the counter beneath you.

His hands caressed up to your chest, his thumbs lightly brushed over your nipples, causing you to stifle a whine for your whole body was aching for him; for more. Finally, his palms ran down your waist until they touched your thighs and then your knees, wrapping his fingers around them before he placed your legs on his shoulders.

“Gonna remind you that you’ll always be mine,” he murmured, almost as if he didn’t care if you had heard him or not; that primal instinct had already taken over his inhibitions.

Finally, he licked a long stripe along your wet folds, at which he moaned against your sensitive skin, causing you to mewl on top of him. His tongue knew every spot that made you cry and whimper from the pleasure, at which speed to move to make your eyes roll back and your lips to let out whispers of JJ’s names. He knew exactly where to touch you, kiss you, bite you, in order to make your head spin and let you release on his face as many times as you wanted.

Perhaps the next day could be the battlefield of another fight, causing heavy hearts and eyes full of tears yet again, but you both knew that it would end in each other’s arms, and that was all that mattered.

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Hey guys! I'm sure no one will see or interact with this but I wanted to come on here and say a few things. First, I am so so sorry for taking so long with requests. I try my best to get them done as soon as possible but please understand that I'm a college student with a full time job. On top of that, I have a chronic illness that leaves me debilitated a lot of the time, as well as severe anxiety. Second, I'm only human and I can't just pump out writing, so if I haven't posted your request, send in another ask to ask for an update or ask if I've gotten it. Its extremely discouraging to see someone post something with the exact ask that was sent to you. It feels very disingenuous and its really hurtful. Of course, absolutely no hard feelings to other authors that have written these requests, as its not their fault, how could they have known? I don't intend to be malicious towards anons/ people who send the same request to multiple different blogs but I want to say that it can create drama and tension between different writers on tumblr. Not only that, it personally makes me feel unmotivated to write anything. So please, don't send the same ask to multiple different blogs, instead send an ask to check if the writer got the request, or ask for an update. I know that I would be more than happy to update you on how far along I am in the request or to let you know that I've gotten it. Thanks guys :)

All my love,

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i’m so excited

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑

The sun began sinking towards the horizon as Cordelia gathered the tables and chairs from the outside patio. It had been the first day of the Summer rush and it had been nonstop for her, pouring drinks, dropping food off at tables and clearing up after day-drunk rich people. The Drift Beach Bar & Grill had opened its doors for tourists and holiday-makers once more, and with how successful the first day of the rush had been, it gave them hope for the rest of the season.

“Um… Excuse me?” A voice caught her attention and she looked away from the pile of chairs to see an unfamiliar face standing at the edge of the patio space. He wore a buzzcut and a white cotton shirt and khaki cargo shorts. Cordelia paused briefly and swallowed thickly before moving over to him.

“Can I help you?” He pointed to the sign in the glass of the door. Bold black letters claiming HELP WANTED.

“You guys still lookin’?” She wiped her hands on her apron and shrugged.

“Might be. What’s your name, stranger?”

“Uh - Rafe. Rafe Cameron. What’s yours?” With a coy grin, she wiggled her name badge that was pinned to her Drift t-shirt.

“Ah. Cordelia. That’s a pretty name.” She couldn’t help but laugh a little and shake her head in disbelief.

“Alright, slick. Why d’you want a job here, anyway?” Cordelia gave him another look over and determined that he definitely came from money.

“Well - well, it’s kinda a long story… I’m lookin’ for a fresh start, that’s all.” There was an earnest gleam in his eyes and Cordelia took pity on him. She beckoned him to follow her and they moved inside.

“Cory, what’s takin’ so long I thought you’d be -” Her father appeared from the kitchen, rag tucked in his back pocket, but he stopped short when he saw Rafe behind her.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Not a friend,” she chided, undoing her apron to put it on the bar, “This is Rafe, he’s lookin’ for a job and saw the help sign out front.”

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Parties over: Part 2

Summary : Colby’s in the doghouse after forgetting his girlfriends birthday to hang out with amber. He has to knock down the wall she built around herself.

Warning : angst , jealousy , insecurity, cussing

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

Part 1

It took me a moment to be able to tear my gaze away from my reflection and to stop criticizing everything I saw. I had to accept today was going to be one of those where I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin so I just made my way downstairs after changing into shorts and a knitted sweater hoping I wouldn’t see the blue eyed boy I was upset with.

Unfortunately for me he sat at the island eating a bowl of cereal in his own world as our friends did their own thing around him. I noticed how his hair was unruly and he looked tired as If he didn’t sleep last night. My eyes snapped away from him as Sam called out my name. “ there’s breakfast over on the counter if you want some.” The blonde boy pointed over his shoulder at the counter where a stack of waffles resided. I could see Colby’s head snap up from the corner of my eyes to look at me as his friend announced my presence but I avoided looking at him knowing I’d break on the spot to look at him. I smiled at Sam muttering a thank you as I made my way over to the food.

I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he hurriedly walked over to me stopping me from taking a plate . “ I can get your food.” Colby offered grabbing the plate I was reaching for looking down at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me and I glared at him. “ I’m not hungry anymore thanks.” I spat spinning on my heels and walking away from the prying eyes of our friends. He was just going to act like he didn’t blow me off on my birthday to be with another woman and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that slide.

I might overreacted but If I wasn’t important enough why did he keep the act up, why not just rip the bandage off and break up with me. I sighed walking into the living room to see the mess from last night, cups ,trash bottles of liquor littered every surface. Grabbing a trash bag from the cabinet I began picking up hoping to get a head start before everyone came to help out.

I know he was standing there trying to figure out how to approach me but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he needed so I just pretended he wasn’t there. It was a difficult task to do when his blue eyes felt like they were burning a hole in my skin, I could see the distraught look on his face and it hurt my heart but he was the one who messed up.

Finally he cleared his throat to announce his presence as if I didn’t already know, it was hard not know when you’ve memorized the sound of his footsteps and when his presence filled up the whole room. I looked up to meet his sad eyes quirking an eyebrow up at him. “ I have something for you.” He told me in a small voice and brought his hands out in front of him presenting a small black box. I could see him deflect more as he noticed I wasn’t changing my stoic composure towards him. “ I also ordered you a cake from that bakery you like, I know you wanted one of those for your birthday.” He rambled only making me more upset. I hated that I couldn’t stay angry at him, was I really that smitten over him that I’d roll over and act like nothing happened just because it was him.

“ yeah for my birthday Colby.. which was yesterday had you of cared enough you would’ve remembered but how could you ? You were a bit …preoccupied.” I spat out the last word throwing the trash bag on the couch moving past him to go cool off in my room.

I threw myself on the bed and cried wishing my comforter would just hide me away from everything. He was probably trying to be nice so he wouldn’t feel bad once he left me for amber. My chest burned with jealousy at the thought of him doing everything I wanted of him for her, why wasn’t I good enough for him, He was everything for me and maybe that was the problem. I had to make it easier on both of us and end things myself because I know he wouldn’t do it.

I didn’t hear my door open or close but I noticed my bed dip making me wipe my eyes and look out from under cover. I cried even harder once I saw Colby sitting next me. He had tears in his eyes as well as he moved to put me on his lap, I didn’t try to fight him because this is probably the last time I’ll get to be in his arms. I wanted to memorize everything about him before I lost him.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I was a dumbass, I promise I didn’t mean to forget I just had to much on my plate and I got my days mixed up.” He sniffled setting his cheek on my head and caressing my leg knowing that calmed me down. “Do you not love me anymore?" I asked looking down at my lap picking at the loose thread on my knitted sweater. I felt like I could throw up waiting for him to answer me. "What ?" He asked me I could feel the bed shift under his weight as he turned to face me.

My face heated up at having to repeat my previous statement. I was embarrassed I had to ask him if he still loved me , if he did I wouldn't have to ask and save myself the heartache. " if you don't that's ok, i just.. I feel like I should know if you don't love me anymore, no one should be in a relationship without love." I mumbled my voice cracking as I tried to stop myself from crying even more. I could feel the tears pooling at my waterline even more as I tried to stop myself causing me to grow frustrated with myself . I put my hands over my face shielding my face from his view as my body shook after each sob.

“ baby I love you so much it hurts, I’m so sorry I made you feel like this. I’m sorry I made you doubt my love for you.” He whimpered rocking us back and forth holding me tighter to his body. “ I love you so so much, I was looking forward to yesterdays date because that’s the day my love was born, I should’ve been here but I promise I’ll make it up to you now.” He whispered kissing the crown of my head and I wrapped my arms around him. My heart softening “ I could never love anyone the way I love you, I can’t imagine getting so excited to come home to someone that isn’t you, you’re my favorite part of everyday and I don’t ever want to lose that.” His words slowly eased my worries.

I felt horrible because Colby wasn’t a bad person and he’d never intentionally hurt someone. I was so insecure I forgot how kind hearted and pure he was, That’s why I fell in love with him in the first place. I was caught up in my head I almost him because I was being childish. “ I’m sorry, I overreacted.” I hiccuped into his neck as I hugged him close to my body. He let out a small laugh rubbing circles on my back under my sweater. “ I think you under-reacted, I thought I was done for.” He told me causing me to giggle. “ I’m really sorry baby I know you were looking forward to your birthday.” He apologized again leaning back to look at me. I sat back on his lap to look at him. “ I just wanted to be with you, but you’re here now and that’s all I care about.” I told him making sure he knew I just wanted him.

He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips causing a smile to grow on my face. “ that one’s because I’m sorry and these are because you turned 23.” He said before attacking my face with kisses causing me to laugh as he counted each kiss. He let out a quick oh reaching over the bed to retrieve the same black box he had shown me earlier passing it over to me. I shot him a questioning look taking the small box and opening it. My eyes started watering again and I let out a small gasp at the small necklace that rested inside. “ I chose this out a while back and I wanted something you could wear everyday.” He explained taking it out of my hands and moving my hair to the side, I moved on his lap so he could clip it on. “ thank you, I love it.” I told him as he placed a delicate kiss on my expose shoulder where my sweater started slipping off. “ I love you .” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my again pulling my into his chest. I exhaled in relief leaning back and taking comfort in his warmth knowing we’d be ok, I had fallen in love with the sweetest soul and as perfect as he was he was only human, he was bound to make mistakes.

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Part 2 guys !!!

I hope you enjoyed it. I almost made them break up but I just couldn’t bring myself to make Colby the bad guy 🥲

Let me know what you guys think !!!

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peachpitlover · 9 months

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Mami

pairing: JJ Maybank x brazilian🇧🇷fem!reader

summary: JJ is in love with his brazilian girlfriend.

620 words

a/n: Clearly nothing of self projection in this, as you might notice. I just wanted to read something like that and who's better to write it than a latin? Let me know if you want a spanish reader fic too. <3

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This is something JJ never thought that could happen to him, dating a beautiful latin girl, and being hopeless in love with her, now he considers himself the luckiest guy in the island.

JJ parked his motorcycle outside her house, a small house, but she made it feel like the total definition of home, with the roses and little wildflowers she spread along the tiny garden, the unmatched chairs around the thrifted table in the porch. He could hear the music loud even before coming in, it was Raça Negra sounding off in the speaker, he was able to tell after all the experience with Y/N music, pagode right before she woke, Slipmami when she wanted to set a mood in bed and ride him all by herself, he is such a fool for her like that. Opening the front door lightly JJ perked through it, her silhouette was in the front of the stove, hips swaing to the sound of Cheia de Mania, it felt like his heart went up to his head, just like it always do everytime he sees her, hair clipped up, short skirt hanging loose, bikini straps showing at the waist line, top tied just in a simple bow and he remembered what he was there for, they were going to the beach, excitement flowing through his body for thinking about spending a whole day with his mulatto queen laying in the sun light, skin so tan looking oiled cause of the sunscreen.

"Hi mami." He knocked in the door after closing it, Y/N turned around, a bowl of pancake dough in her hands, a smile beginning to light her face.

"Hi! I'm making breakfast , its gonna be quick. I slept to much, but I just need to eat and we can go." she gabbled while walking around the kitchen, flipping a pancake, filling a cup with coffee, grabing a plate she stopped. "Do you wanna eat with me? I'm talking way to much, aren't I?"

He smiled rouding her waist with his arms, head resting against her shoulder, peppering kisses in her neck. "It's not like I don't like it, mami. I want a salt pancake, that ones you do with cheese and ham"

"What about coffee, American Boy?"

"A beer would be perfect." he grinned at her, she pushed him away with a disgusted expression.

"Eca! We do have to take some to the beach, but in the breakfast?!" she complained while flipping the pancake, she is the best when it becomes to drinks, caipirinhas, quentão, brazilian limonades, nobody could stay sober in a party if Y/N made the drinks "Whatever, they're in the... the... the thing you use to make things cold."

JJ laughed lightly, he understand how sometimes the words slip from her mind, how her vowels are too portuguese at some words, how her english goes to hell when he goes down on her and, fuck, how he loves that. "The fridge, you mean?" "Yes!" she smiled, setting the plates down.

Hot salt pancakes laying beautifully in front of them. Tá Vendo Aquela Lua starting on the speaker.

"Oh, Jay, you have to dance this one with me!" she begged, reaching his hands to bring him to the middle of the american style kitchen.

"But look at those pancakes." JJ whined.

"But. Look at my ass, wouldn't you like to hold it while I shake it?" he grunted, following her, holding her hips a little too low, her hands float to his shoulders as she swayd to the music rhythm, laughing when he longed the twirl just to take a look at her, singing to him, she didn't mind to translate it. She knew he understood. How they were meant to be, how she would do anything for him, how she wanted to stop right in that moment because anything, anybody and anywhere would feel better than that.

The coffee and the pancakes were getting cold, but their love was just warmer and warmer inside their hearts.

#i’m in love #jj fic recs #fic recs

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peachpitlover · 9 months

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does anyone else love harry styles in the way that i don’t even want to date him or anything i just love him with all my heart. like he’s just so special to me and he’s saved my life i owe him everything tbh. i cant even explain the love i have for this man, i want to hug and squeeze him and i want only the best for him, yk?

#harry styles

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peachpitlover · 9 months

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Party’s over

Part 1

Summary: Colby fucked up bad. Choosing his girl best friend amber over his girlfriend on his girlfriends birthday.

Warning: cussing, angst, fluff between best friends, insecurities.

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader.

I could feel jakes sympathetic gaze on me as I paced back and forth biting the nail on my thumb, a habit I exhibited when in distress. There was no way you could miss how uneasy I was, the anxiety stinking up the room. “ maybe he’s caught up in traffic.” His voice broke the silence in my bedroom. I closed my eyes in annoyance letting out a sigh, I wasn’t annoyed at Jake I was annoyed at my boyfriend Colby. We had been together 2 years and for some reason he chose today of all days to flake on me, my 25th birthday. I turned to face the boy who sat on my bed trying to comfort me. “ he hasn’t messaged me all day Jake. I woke up and he was gone. No happy birthday nothing.” I told him blinking rapidly to push back the tears threatening to spill over my water line.

He nodded dropping his head knowing we both knew Colby had forgotten my birthday so there was no use in giving me false hope. I stared up at ceiling trying to make sure no tears dropped on my makeup I had worked hard on. I wouldn’t lie but I was hurt, I never cared to make a big deal out of celebrating my birthday as long as I was surrounded by the most important people in my life, Colby being the most important of them all had convinced me to make a fuss this year only for him to leave me hanging. The clenching feeling in my chest traveled up to my jaw as my feelings shifted from being sad to being furious.

A knock broke the silence causing Jake and I to look at who was entering my room. “ hey, sorry, i couldn’t get a hold of him.” Sam waved his phone at me giving me a sympathetic smile. I nodded reaching up weakly to smooth my hair down from me running my hands through it so much. “ I’m sure he’s fine , you should come down and enjoy your party.” The blonde boy tried consoling me. “ he better be lying in a ditch bleeding out.” I snapped instantly feeling bad but I was angry his location was off and he wasn’t answering my calls or messages. I never checked Colby’s location but we had shared it in case of emergencies. I just couldn’t believe he had forgotten, I had brushed every red flag off indicating he had forgotten thinking maybe he was planning a surprise.

I followed the two boys out of my room and downstairs to where my birthday party was being held. The loud bass of the music vibrating throughout my body dulling the already present ache there.

I was wished a happy birthday by hundreds of people but none of them being the person I really wanted, only spreading the sadness throughout my body. I faked a smile and cheered along with everyone accepting a couple drinks to help me forget my sorrows. Honestly fuck Colby wherever he was, I didn’t need him to enjoy myself I found myself thinking as I threw my head back downing a shot of tequila earning cheers from a couple people surrounding me. I laughed throwing my arms up and cheering along with them momentarily forgetting my concerns.

I felt my phone buzz in my left pocket so I reached down to grab it walking away from the make shift bar in the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows in confused at the notification stating that Colby Brock had posted on his instagram. I had alerts on for whenever he posted so it thought it was odd since he wasn’t responding. Clicking on it his posted showed up, a mirror pick of him and amber, amber smiling big and leaning her head on his shoulder. My smile dropped and my body ran cold making me freeze in the middle of the room. He had forgotten my birthday because he was hanging out with amber, I knew they were friends and I didn’t have a problem until they started getting flirty with each other.

I was fighting back tears faking a smile at a friend who cheered walking past me. How could I be so stupid of course he would forget the moment he was with her. She’s beautiful and I’m just me, she had full plump lips, flawless skin, her body was to die for and here I am, plain and ordinary me. My skin all of sudden felt dirty and I felt like I looked ridiculous wearing these jeans and revealing shirt, my makeup felt heavy and caked on now and I know you could see the pimple I had on my cheek. Wiping the stray tear on my left cheek I put my head down and rushed to the bathroom to recollect myself.

My arm was tugged back making me fall into sams chest where he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him not able to hide my watery eyes and pouting lips. “ I’m sorry bubble, he fucked up and I let him know he isn’t aloud near you when he gets home” he comforted tugging me towards my original location. I guess he had seen the post as well but I’m just glad he knew his best friend fucked up. I couldn’t stop the water works once the blonde boy called me by my nickname, and I couldn’t help but think why was Sam here and not Colby. I sobbed clinging onto him wishing I was dreaming and I was hugging my blue eyed boyfriend instead of crying over him. He shushed me rocking us back and forth patting my head hoping it would calm me down which it did for a bit.

“ Katrina will come up with you while I try to kick people out ok ?” He asked making me look up at him. I nodded thankful that I could count on Sam to be there for me. I raced up the stairs hoping not many people saw me and rushed into my room changing into some sweat pants and big hoodie. Katrina had walked in with some water and snacks as I was rinsing my face off placing them on my bed and walking into my bathroom.

“Hey bubbles, how are you holding up.” She asked handing me my towel to dry off my face. I pouted at her looking at her with my bloodshot eyes knowing she already knew the answer. “ come on, Colby’s a dumbass.” She pouted back bringing me in to hug her. “ I didn’t think he was this big of a dumbass.” I sniffled angrily nuzzling my head into her shoulder. My phone started ringing from the bed making us both look at it. My lip trembled as I saw the familiar caller contact pop up, a picture of Colby and I smiling into our kiss reminding me how much It hurt that that I loved him so much when he was doing the bare minimum. Kat reached out turning my phone off causing me to raise my eyebrows at her.

“ he’s been ignoring you all day, we’re just matching his energy.” She shrugged guiding me towards my bed tucking me in and making herself comfortable as my big spoon, I couldn’t help but giggle at her accepting her cuddles. “ you know, if it doesn’t work out with Colby I could break up with Sam and date you.” She whispered causing me to close my eyes and let out a laugh. Of course kat would be the one to cheer me up, I considered her my best friend for that reason. Ever since we met, we hit it off always being there for each other and being each others number one fan.

We laid in silence her arms wrapped around me providing the warmth and love I sought from Colby. It broke me that my best friend was setting the standard higher than Colby was but it was opening my eyes. Maybe I loved Colby more than he loved me, and maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to show him and harder for him to show me. Maybe I had been so in love with him I was turning a blind eye to what was in front of me, he had gone out of his way to get amber tickets to a show she wanted to see for her birthday and I so stupidly had helped him get them calling around to different vendors to get them. Was I keeping him from being with the person he really wanted to be with? Amber wasn’t a bad person so I know she would never try to purposely ruin my relationship but this was on Colby.

Tears dropped down my cheeks as I laid there silently hoping I wouldn’t wake Katrina who had just fallen asleep. I wanted to sink into the bed and disappear, was I really that replaceable or forgettable. I could hear Sam downstairs making an announcement that the party was over, somehow that made my heart break even more. The party was over and he was still at her house, he had been with her all day not even bothering to let me know he was ok.

Pretty soon all you could hear were Kats light snores and the crickets outside as everyone had left. Sam had some in to say goodnight before making his way into his own room deciding to let kat sleep with me since I seemed to need her more. As I laid there for a couple hours in self pity I heard the familiar engine of his red corrola pull into the drive way and the door shut. I screwed my eyes shut trying to fight even more tears from falling at each sound of his footsteps climbing the stairs. I honestly didn’t know what I wanted from him, did I want him to leave me alone or did I want him to make things right. Did I just want the chance to be petty back or did I want to fix things. My breath caught in my throat as he stood right outside my door his shadow visible from under the door my heart pounded and I could hear it in my ears. I don’t know how I kept myself from shaking as he opened the door to peak in, I pretended to be asleep hoping it was make him go away.

He never did come in, he shut the door and walked away.

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Hi guys ! I know I haven’t been posting but Ive had writers block 😭

Im hoping to make this a two part series so stay tuned !

Let me know if you have any suggestions!

#fic recs #colby brock fic recs #colby brock

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