So this was one of my “fan favorites” and i got so much love on it and I accidentally deleted it while trying to edit my blog🥲 anyway I had it saved in docs.
In which Y/n is JJ’s anxious girl but he’ll always protect her.
JJ learned early on in their friendship that Y/n was much more reserved than the rest of the group. Don’t get him wrong, she was fun and outgoing and silly, but the smallest thing would have her shrinking into herself. It was only when they started dating that she opened up to him. She explained that she was diagnosed with severe anxiety when she was twelve, as well as OCD. Her mom tried every possible remedy in the book; therapy, OCD clinics, meditation, and natural remedies but nothing worked. She got put onto medication after a year of no relief and the dose was slowly rising until about a year ago. The medication did a great deal to help her, but her thoughts were still often clouded with anxiety. While the severity of Y/n’s OCD died down a lot, she still found herself needing to check her pockets and bag multiple times before leaving the house, and opening and closing the fridge door more times than she can count “because it didn’t sound right.” The Pogues knew better than to disturb her antics and waited patiently for her to sigh in relief and look up with a smile.
Once Kiara had tried to interrupt Y/n’s trance of opening and closing the front door of the Chateau, but it only ended in Y/n cutting into the palms of her hands with her nails as she tried to control herself and tears from the anxiety she felt because once again “it didn’t feel right.” JJ had also once tried to stop her from the never ending cycle of Y/n tapping each side of her arm to make it “feel even.” Then, she had snapped at JJ and locked him out of his own room. She’s well aware that this only exists in her head, but it doesn’t do much to make the feeling any less real.
JJ is against the headboard of her bed with Y/n on his lap. His hands roaming from her shoulders to her hips and back as he kissed her. With both hands in his hair, Y/n panted and squirmed in his arms while her hips gently ground into his.
“You want to do something tonight, angel? Don’t have to, I just think you’re a little needy,” he smiled as he broke away from her swollen lips.
“Um,” she mumbled. “maybe. I don’t know, like what?”
“Anything you want, maybe just putting my hand inside your shorts and rubbing you? Hm, how’s that sound?”
“I don’t know J,” she whined as she picked at her nails.
JJ only frowned and took her hands in his.
“Don’t have to do anything you don’t want, ok baby? Just tell me you don’t like it and we’ll stop,” he’s heard the story of her friend in high school who beat up his girlfriend. He was the last person you would expect to do something like that, and the thought constantly haunted her mind when surrounded by men. She trusted JJ with her whole heart, but her brain told her that she could never know for sure.
“Like, how?”
“How I would rub you?” He clarified.
“Mhm,” she whispered.
He smiled at her shyness: “Just over your panties sweet girl, unless you want more. Just play with your little clit and make you feel good,” he spoke as he held eye contact with her.
“Yeah,” she murmured as her eyes dropped to their intertwined hands.
“Yeah? You want that?”
She nodded with a shy smile before hiding in his neck and he tsked at her.
“Gotta use your words. I’m not gonna do anything until you say what you want.”
“I want that, JJ.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, yes please,” she whined.
“That’s my girl, kiss me baby. I’ll do the rest,” he smiled as she surged forward and her hands went straight to his hair.
JJ continued to kiss her and rub her back as his right hand crept lower and lower until it was resting over her hip, massaging at the skin and pulling at the band of her sleep shorts.
“Can I, baby?” He spoke against her.
“Yes,” she whined and connected their lips again.
As his hand dipped into her shorts the slightest bit, her stomach tensed involuntarily.
“It’s ok,” she whispered almost immediately.
He continued until his fingers were resting just above her clit and his wrist submerged fully into her shorts.
“Just focus on kissing me, baby,” he whispered into her mouth and moved his left hand to her lower back.
Once his fingers rested on her clit, she jumped and gasped, he felt her lashes flutter against his skin as her eyes shot open.
“It’s ok, angel. I’ve got you, I’d never hurt you, my baby. You’re ok,” he whispered.
“It’s just…” she cut herself off as she pulled her head back.
“I know, you’re ok. You’re my sweet girl, I’d never hurt you. Not ever, if you want to stop we can.”
“I know that, it’s just new, is all.”
“I know, and you’re doing so good for me, do you wanna keep going?”
“Yes please.”
He smiled against her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth. Moving his lips to her cheeks and jaw, and eventually her neck. JJ pressed his fingers into her gently and he felt her thighs tense; “I’m ok,” she whispered.
“You’re ok,” he confirmed in between kissing. He began to circle his fore and middle fingers against her as gently as possible.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“Oh?” JJ smiled into her neck.
“I like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm, feels really nice,” she breathed out an almost moan as he pushed his fingers against her mound with a little more pressure.
“Must have been aching, huh sweet girl? I can feel how warm you are.”
“Needed it,” she whined.
“Yeah? You needed me to touch you?”
“Mhm- JJ!” She sucked in some air as he let his hands dip until his fingers rested over her slit, still over her panties. He pushed slightly, not enough to push his fingers in, but enough to satiate that ache and draw out a loud moan.
“I know, I’ve got you,” he whispered before his lips found hers once again and his left hand on her back pulled her impossibly closer.
“I liked the other thing, can you do that again?”
“You liked when I rubbed your clit?”
“Mhm,” she moaned and bucked her hips when his fingers rested on her covered clit.
“Words, baby. Or I’ll stop,” he reminded gently.
“Yes, J! Please,” JJ couldn’t get enough of the sweet moans and whimpers that came from her, they made his stomach flip as an ache settled between his legs.
“More please,” she whimpered and ground her hips down into his hand.
“Can I touch you under your panties? Is that what you want?” Y/n couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered when he called them panties.
“Yes please, I really want that,” she whispered and smiled shyly.
“Ok sweet girl,” he smiled and slid his hand into her panties. “God, you’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Oh fuck!” She cried and closed her hand around his hair and tugged.
“Feels good?” He teased her.
“S-so good. Please, please,” she didn’t know what she was asking for, her mind too muddled with pleasure to think of anything else.
“Gonna cum for me?”
“Yes, yes J, please.”
“Cum for me, angel, I’ve got you.”
Her moans became louder and more frantic as her head fell back and her thighs began to shake.
“Oh my god!” Y/n came with one final mewl.
“Good girl, so good for me.”
“Thank you JJ,” she smiled as she nuzzled her head into his neck.
“Don’t have to thank me. I hate to make you get up but I have to go to the bathroom.”
“No, just a few minutes, please?” She pouted and whined.
“I gotta go take care of myself then I’m all yours.”
She stared at him for a second before her eyes widened in understanding; “Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I’ll be quick I promise,” he kissed her one last time before standing up.
“JJ?” She called just before he entered the bathroom.
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Colby with a girlfriend who gets anxious after intimacy.
She’s not sure why she feels like this. Not sure why she feels debilitating anxiety and sadness after a night of fun, that she initiated. She doesn’t understand why her eyes overflow with tears while Colby is getting them both some water. Or why her tummy is twisting with guilt.
She was the one to just about pounce on him and lock the bedroom door behind her. She was the one that impatiently took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. She was the one that eagerly nodded when he made sure she was comfortable and that this is what she wanted. She was the one that let out a slew of “more” and “harder” and many other things when he was trying to be gentle. He didn’t force her to do anything, and he checked up on her every step of the way, like he always does. Yet she’s the one sitting alone on the bed filled with regret and disgust at herself.
It happens every time they’re intimate. And every time she tells herself that she’ll tell him that she needs a break from being intimate, but the next day she just can’t help herself. And she enjoys every single bit of it, there’s not hesitation, fear, or pressure when they are actively being intimate. It’s the second that they lay back and cuddle for a moment that the anxiety sets in. Colby is well aware of her feelings of anxiety after sex, yet he doesn’t know the severity of it. It’s why he waits to clean them up, rather holding her close for a while before he even thinks of getting up. But Y/n refuses to tell him that it doesn’t help, because she knows what he’ll say. He’ll say that they’re not going to do anything until she speaks to someone about it, because he can’t bare to see her like this anymore.
Suddenly, she jumps with fright as the bedroom door opens, frantically trying to wipe her sopping cheeks dry. Though, Colby knows her. She thinks he doesn’t know how sick and terrified she feels afterwards, but he does. He knows that she often cries while he goes to get them water or a snack, it’s why he takes 20 minutes to get a single glass of water. He lets her get it out of her system because it helps relieve some of that anxiety, and he knows she’ll never cry in front of him. But his heart was breaking while he heard her sobs and heaving from the kitchen, leading to him returning empty handed and rushing to the bed.
“My love…”
“I’m ok,” she says quickly.
“Baby we’ve got to talk about this,” he sighs as he wipes her cheeks, “I can’t have you in so much pain after doing something that should make you happy.”
“I’m ok,” she repeats.
Colby looks at her for a moment, unsure what to say next.
“I really am ok.”
He stands from the bed and walks around to her side, he then kneels down and crosses his arms onto the bed and his chin on them. “Please tell me what I can do for you.” He’s not just asking, he’s pleading, begging.
Y/n’s lip begins to wobble again and her throat hurts as she tries her hardest to hold the tears in.
“Please, baby. This is killing me. I’m hurting you and I need to fix it.”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. Her arms fall from holding her knees to her chest. “I don’t know.”
Colby stands again, this time he sits on the bed across from her, his legs on either side of hers. “What are you feeling?”
“I just feel sad,” she whispers once again as she begins to cry.
“Baby, I hate that you’re feeling like this, if you ever want to stop you just tell me and I’ll stop. Doesn’t matter if I’m close or if I’ve just put a condom on, whatever, it doesn’t matter. I will always stop.”
“It’s not that, I always like it.”
“Please don’t just say that, I’ll never be upset with you for needing to stop it to take a break or if you just don’t feel like it at all. I will never hold that against you, but I will be upset if you want to stop and you don’t say anything,” he stresses as he moves to take her hands in his.
“I’m not, I promise. I really do have fun and I like it, I don’t know why I feel like this.” It’s what she says next that truly breaks his heart: “I’m scared, what’s wrong with me?”
“My love,” he says as he frowns, “there is nothing wrong with you, okay? Nothing. If you don’t know why you’re feeling like this, why don’t we change our approach, hm?” He’s now pulled her onto his lap, she’s straddling him while he wipes her cheeks and wet chin. He doesn’t care that he’s just put fresh sweatpants on and he hasn’t wiped her down yet, he also doesn’t care that the skin of his chest is sticky with her dried tears.
“Next time, we’ll start by going slow, okay? Maybe we’ll just focus on you, or do other things rather than sex. We’ll go slow and take time to love on each other, and I’ll definitely love on you as much as you’ll let me. And afterwards, I’ll cuddle you for as long as you want before we get all cleaned up, we’ll put on a nice show and just relax. Then you can come with me downstairs to get some water and maybe a snack, I’ll even carry you if you’re too sleepy.”
“Okay,” she says into the crook of his neck.
“Okay? Sound like a plan?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Alright, now how about we watch some Shitts Creek or something and I’ll play with your hair?”
“Bobs Burgers.” Y/n whispers against his skin.
“What’s that, baby?”
“Bobs Burgers, not Shitts Creek.”
“Alright,” he laughs, “Bobs Burgers and head scratches coming up.”
“Okay Doctor Colby.”
“I love you, my angel,” he whispers against her temple.
“I love you too, Colby,” her sleepy smile lifts an enormous weight off of his shoulders.
“Let’s get you tucked in,” he says.
“Can I have some panties and your t-shirt?” She smiles sweetly.
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.
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.
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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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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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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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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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.”
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 🥲
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.
