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emotionlesshoe · 2 years

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hello there! i was so happy to discover that we are now 300 on here! it really feels unreal, but i'm truly grateful for each and everyone of you ♡ to thank you, i created a prompt list on which you can pick up to 3 prompts and send it with the character you would like me to write for (there is a list as well of who i can write for) i'm used to writing one shot with a female reader but do not hesitate to mention if you would rather have a gender neutral or male reader! i can write fluff, angst and smut, however you have to be 18+ to ask for this last one! once again i really want to thank you all, for the love you guys send to the things i create, the likes, the reblogs, the comments, etc. hope you enjoy ♡

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hp:

george weasley

fred weasley

oliver wood

theo nott

ginny weasley

sirius black

remus lupin

james potter

marlene mckinnon

lily evans

mcu:

bucky barnes

steve rogers

sam wilson

matt murdock

frank castle

steven grant

marc spector

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

yelena belova

natasha romanoff

scott lang

peter parker

peaky blinders:

finn shelby

michael gray

john shelby

tommy shelby

ada shelby

alfie solomons

lizzie stark

twd:

daryl dixon

rick grimes

alden

glenn rhee

maggie rhee

michonne

rosita espinosa

tara chambler

enid

star wars:

obi-wan kenobi

poe dameron

anakin skywalker

pedro pascal characters:

din djarin

frankie morales/catfish

javier pena

stranger things:

jim hopper

steve harrington

robin buckley

5sos

calum hood

luke hemmings

ashton irwin

michael clifford

bridgerton:

benedict bridgerton

anthony bridgerton

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“It’s not like I married him on purpose, you know?”

"You can't just come back into my life whenever you feel like it. It doesn't work that way."

"We shouldn't have done this... it was a mistake."

“If I told you, you’d hate me forever.”

“Yeah, okay, so the car is totally crashed. But what are we gonna do about the goat?”

"Please, just look at me."

“I know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but… you need to know something.”

"Oh, good, you’re here! Hold this."

"I said it first. It’s mine."

“Put the gun down, dearest. I have news!”

"What are you reading?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Congratulations! You’ll get to meet my highly dysfunctional family for Christmas."

"It’s scary to bring a child into this horrible, horrible world."

“I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.”

“Oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever.”

"Tell me it's not true. Please." "I did warn you not to trust me."

"You looked like you needed a hug."

"I really thought I could trust you, that you would be better than all of them... turns out you're even worse."

"Is there a particular reason why you are... naked?"

"The silent treatment? Really?"

“Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?��

"I don't like this."

"I know how it looks, but it's not what you think!"

"I dare you!"

"You have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

"Put some clothes on for the love of God." "Is that my shirt?"

"Why is Santa looking at us like that?"

"I can go anywhere I want... just not home."

"I swear if you go out of that door right now, you better never come back."

"Go ahead and leave then, just like everybody else did."

"Please come home."

"I think I'm in love with you and it's terrifying."

"Were you watching porn?"

"What would you say if I brought back home a duck?" "Y/N... what have you done?" "Meet Buffy... the Quacker Slayer."

"Put a baby in me."

"Why is it so hard to let you go?"

"Have we met before?"

"Do you have a picture of me as your lockscreen?"

"Let's run away."

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 1 year

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Stupid Things (Good Outcomes) || JJ Maybank || Prologue

All things considered, Los Angeles wasn’t a bad place to end up when you’re freshly twenty three. Sure, it’s no Pelican, North Carolina, but JJ Maybank likes well enough.

Words: 1,982

Pairings: JJ Maybank x OFC (Mariella “Mari” Diaz); mentioned Eddie Diaz x Evan “Buck” Buckley.

Warnings: mentions of drowning, sparknotes version of OBX as told by JJ Maybank. Eddie gets called a tonto. Mentions of Eddie being shot

Also on ao3

All things considered, Los Angeles wasn’t a bad place to be when you’re freshly twenty three. It was no Pelican, North Carolina, but JJ Maybank never expected he’d ever actually leave the damn island. Except, you know, for the time he was stuck on an uninhabited island with his friends for six weeks or the time he’d flown to South America in a cargo plane of weed, but neither of those things were so bad when he thought about them.

The studio apartment he rented in LA was expensive, but he had his share of El Dorado and Royal Merchant gold to help pay for that, and when you spent the majority of your high school days couch surfing because your one living parent was too drunk to pay the bills and he skipped town when you were seventeen, you learned quickly to not take up too much space. He liked the vibe of Los Angeles. The surf was decent, he worked as a bartender, and he’d even made a couple friends in his time there.

The surf was decent, the weather was nicer than North Carolina, and that day, a Saturday in May, JJ found himself sitting on a beach soaking up the warm sun while he sipped the beer he’d swiped from one of his friends that had joined him while he texted the Pogues back home.

Kie was telling him all about her most recent trip to Bali with her girlfriend, Avery. John B was giving him an update on the latest house he was flipping while also giving him updates on Sarah’s pregnancy and sending the most adorable photo of his two year old goddaughter, Scout, popsicle mouth and all as she grinned. He couldn’t help but smile at the photo, saving it to make it his lockscreen later.

He was replying to Pope about his plans to fly home for a few days in June for Father’s Day, planning a barbecue at the Routledge household to celebrate Bobby Heyward who had been both his and John B’s father figure after his own dad skipped town and Big John had died when he heard it. It was a mother, yelling at a girl no more than eight years old to come closer to shore because she was getting too far out.

He watched for several moments before he realized what he was seeing. The girl was swimming like she was attempting to get closer to shore but she was struggling and getting farther out. Fuck. He knew immediately what was happening, wasting no time standing up and ripping his shirt off before tossing his sunglasses and phone on the towel he’d been sitting on.

Getting to the girl wasn’t an issue, but he could tell she was exhausted and had inhaled an unknown amount of water in her panicked state. One arm wrapped around her tightly while he swam like hell to get them both out of there. The girl was unconscious by the time his feet were back in the sand and he went into action before looking at the panicked crowd that had gathered.

“Fuck, someone call 9-1-1!” He yelled before finding the moms eyes. “What’s her name?”

“Clara”

“Okay.” He tried to smile through his own panic. He continued to provide chest compressions and rescue breaths for what felt like a lifetime. His arms ached, he could hear the sirens approaching as he kept going, telling the girl to just hang in there. Finally, he could see paramedics rushing towards them, the mother of the girl telling them that her name was Clara Logan and she was eight years old. Before the woman could kneel down and take over there was a gasp from the girl, then coughing as she started to expel the water in her lungs.

He quickly helped stabilize her neck as they moved her to her side so she wouldn’t re-aspirate on the water before he let the medics take over. As he stood there, he couldn’t help but feel ten years old again. It was a feeling that he quickly pushed down as the medics worked quickly, stabilizing her and getting her on a gurney before one of the other firefighters stopped and looked at him.

“What’s your name, sir?” He asked.

JJ froze, looking at him before clearing his throat. “Uh, JJ. JJ Maybank, sir.”

“Well, JJ.” He started, sticking his hand out for JJ to shake. “I’m Captain Nash. Your quick thinking saved that little girl's life today.”

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“Hey you’re the guy from the beach today, right?”

The voice brought JJ out his thoughts. The scene from that afternoon had been replaying in his head since he’d gotten home, his thoughts dragging him back to when he’d lost his brother. He’d decided that he needed to get out of his apartment so despite that it was his night off, he had come to the bar and was sitting in a corner booth with his beer.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered. “I’m JJ.”

“Mariella Diaz.” She smiled, sliding into the other side of the booth. “The tonto at the bar ordering drinks is my brother, Eddie.”

“You’re the paramedics that showed up, right?”

“We are.” She confirmed. “Although, I have to say it would have been a completely different outcome had you not been there. The mother said she was stuck in a rip current, those usually don’t end well. She said you just jumped in without a thought and pulled her out. Most people wouldn’t have thought to do that.”

JJ was silent, kind of shocked by this woman’s boldness. She’d just sat down and started talking to him like they were old friends and he didn’t know what to say. Before he could reply, her brother showed up and gave her a disapproving look.

“Mari, what have I told you about talking to strangers.” He told her, but sat down next to her anyway. “Here’s your straight whiskey, you crazy ass woman. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“This is JJ.” She told him. “He’s the guy that jumped in after that little girl today, so not a stranger. I was just telling him that most people wouldn’t jump in like that.”

“Well.” JJ sighed as he took a drink. “I couldn’t just watch another kid die like that.”

Both siblings were quiet, looking at him with shocked expressions as they took in that information. It was clear that Mariella wanted to ask, but was afraid to so he just gave them both a weak smile.

“Thirteen years ago, I was ten years old and my brother, Tyler, took me to the beach. The surf was rough, but our dad had been drinking again and he wanted to make sure I was out of the house so we went to the beach. I was standing on the shore while he took our one surfboard out and he was knocked off. I didn’t know anything about rip currents but when the board came back and he didn’t, it scared me. I could just barely see him struggling. He was so far out. So I ran to the nearest adult and told them, but they couldn’t get to him in time. They finally got him back to shore, and did CPR until paramedics arrived, but it was too late.” He took another drink. “He was only fifteen. He just, he was the one that always took the brunt of what my dad did when he was drunk because he didn’t want me to get hurt. After he died, my dad got worse and eventually skipped town when I was sixteen.”

“Shit” she frowned. “I’m sorry, that had to be rough. Edmundo here drives me insane but a couple years ago he was shot and the thought of him dying terrified me. I couldn’t imagine if he actually died.”

“It was hard.” JJ told her. “But it’s been thirteen years, y’know? I still think of him all the time. If he would have gotten out, what he’d be doing now. It was part of the reason I even came to California. He always said he wanted to see the west coast.”

“That’s a good thing.” Eddie told him. “Keep his memory alive.”

“I uh, I came into some money when I was almost seventeen. It was kind of a local legend, this ship that went down with 400 million in gold.” JJ half smiled, thinking of the adventure he and his friends had gone on years ago. “The Royal Merchant. My friend, his dad was obsessed with it. Well, Big John went missing when we were sixteen and John B, he became obsessed that his dad was still alive.”

“Was he?”

“Yeah.” JJ laughed. “We almost died like, four times. John B was framed for murder by his girlfriend's dad and brother. I stole my dads boat to help them off the island when that happened. But the boat capsized in a tropical storm, they were presumed dead, then they weren’t dead and ended up in the Bahamas. Sarah’s brother shot her, she died for a couple minutes, they came back to North Carolina, John B was arrested. I got hit in the head with a machete.”

“Holy shit.”

“It gets wilder. We were stranded on an island for six weeks, and survived a plane crash. There was a train heist. Sarah’s ex boyfriend burned down John B’s house while we were all inside of it. Kie’s parents shipped her off to wilderness camp because “we were bad influences on her” and I busted her out, then rode in a cargo ship full of weed to South America.”

“Wait.” Eddie stopped the younger man. “I think my husband read an article or something about this. Four teenagers from North Carolina who found El Dorado.”

“Yeah.” JJ laughed. “We went through a lot of shit in like a four month time span. Also, technically only John B and Sarah found El Dorado. They were the only two who actually saw it. We were held hostage by this crazy man trying to get rich off of it and he was going to shoot Sarah, but her dad literally sacrificed himself to save her. Threw himself off a cliff taking one of this guy’s buddies down. Big John was shot and didn’t make it back. Anyway, they split the money six ways. We didn’t actually get any of it until we were eighteen, but I have a good little nest egg to sit on.”

“How much is “little”? I’m just curious.”

“About sixty seven million a piece.” JJ told them. “Actually, it’s probably more due to interest now. I kept most of it in a savings account.”

“He sounds like Buck.” Mari laughed. “And his trust fund.”

“Who’s Buck?” JJ questioned.

“My husband.” Eddie clarified. “His grandparents started a trust fund for him when he was little that he couldn’t access until he was twenty five, but didn’t tell his parents about it, only his older sister. So by the time they got back in contact, he was twenty six and this money had been sitting collecting interest for twenty years, so he had more money than he knew what to do with, so he just….left it sit. He used part of it to put a down payment on our house and start college funds for my son and our daughter. But otherwise, he just uses what he makes.”

“I don’t know, you just remind me of him. Especially when he was younger and super impulsive.”

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing.” JJ laughed. “It sounds messed up but I wasn’t trying to be a hero today, but when she came to, god it felt good being able to say I did that.”

“Well, your impulsiveness saved a kid's life today, JJ.” Mari told him. “And you should be proud of that.”