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Just a little heads-up for what I have planned to post: Colby Brock angst, Colby Brock smut, JJ Maybank fluff
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Vulnerable (remastered)
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.
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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.
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
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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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.
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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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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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 !!!
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.