Blacking Out And Breaking Hearts - Masterlist

1st time writting a imagine guys!!! And its about the Ethan dolan. Let me know what you guys think!!!

Comforting Ethan Dolan

Summary: The Reader accompanying the twins with the talk with Shane Dawson

‘So are you guys ready?’ Y/n asked while climbing on Graysons car.

‘Nah.’ Grayson shruggged, while Ethan your Boyfriend remain quiet.

Y/n has been one of the closest friends of the twins and is the girlfriend of Ethan Dolan, for one and a half year. She has seen the struggles of the twins when it comes to video ideas and she was there when their dad passed away.

So when Grayson suggested their next video idea which include the Shane Dawson, she was all for it.

Y/n saw the struggles of the twins trying to upload every Tuesday, even after their dad died, they haven’t stopped making videos and uploading on time. So Y/n can see that the twins are burned out and doesn’t seem to be enjoying making videos, but didn’t want to dissapoint the fans.

So the night before meeting with Shane, Ethan had a talked to her while they are cuddling and watching netflix.

‘Do you think they will be dissapointed?’ Ethan asked quietly while stroking y/n hand, eyes still on TV.

‘At first, yeah.’ Y/n answered while starting to face Ethan.

‘But if they are really your fans, they will understand. It’s not like you guys are quitting, just taking the time to rest and to cope with the things that you guys have been putting off.’ Y/n said stroking Ethan’s hand.

‘And if you guys haven’t notice on the comment section, that they want you to rest and they’re willing to wait’ y/n added.

‘Thanks bub!’ Ethan said while dragging y/n to lay down.

‘Now let’s sleep since we have a long day tomorrow’ Ethan added while pulling you closer.

While lost on your thoughts, you guys finally reached Shane and Ryland’s place.

‘Okay E, you ready?’ Grayson asked his twin while driving through Shane’s house.

‘Let’s do this Gray!’ Ethan answered, nervously while making eye contact with you in the rear view mirror.

When you guys finally parked, Shane and Rylan was there to welcome you.

‘Welcome! Its the first time I actually met you guys in person, Nice to meet you’ Shane exlaimed while reaching out for a hug.

‘Hi! Thanks Shane, for agreeing with this’. Grayson said reaching out for a hug.

‘Yeah man! We really admire you especially on Youtube community, so it means a lot to us’. Ethan said while reaching out for a hug.

‘By the way, this is Y/n, my girlfriend’ E added while reaching out to you.

‘Oh Hi, Nice to meet you! I’m a big fan!’ y/n said while going for a hug.

‘And hello Ryland, nice to meet you guys’. Y/n reached out and give Shane’s fiancee a hug.

‘Oh that’s a shoker, I didn’t know a Dolan have a GF.’ Shane said jokingly but smiling sincerely.

‘Well, you know with youtube community, some are still not accepting, so we decided to laylo for a while, since some fans can be possesive’. Ethan announced while reaching out to hug your waist.

‘Okay, so now that all the introduction is done, why don’t we come in and start our session, hahaha’ Shane suggested while guiding everyone in.

‘Are you okay?’ You asked Ethan, who’s still holding your waist.

‘A bit nervous, but I’ll be fine. But thanks for being here bub, Grayson and I really appreciate it’. He said while peaking your lips.

‘All good babe! I’ll hang out with Ryland and you do your thing with Shane okay.’ Y/n said giving E a hug.

‘I love you.’Ethan said while peaking your lips and catching up with Grayson and Shane in the Living room.

Y/n and Ryland hang out at the outside patio that Ryland has recently renovated for his video. They talk about life and find out that y/n is very similar with his sister Morgan, and promised to introduced them soon.

Y/n and Ryland stopped talking when they heard laughting and saw the twins and Shane standing up and joking around.

‘Hey, they look done, lets go join them’ Ryland suggested while walking inside the house, with you right behind him.

‘So are you guys done with your theraphy session, Dr Phil?’ Ryland joked while making the other laugh.

‘Hahaha, we should totally make that a series’ Shane added, while Ethan met your eyes, and you can see the relief in them.

‘We’ll thank you again Shane, we really appreciate, you finding the time to talk to us’ Grayson said hugging Shane.

‘Yeah, Thanks we really needed that, I feel lifted!’ Ethan added also going for a hug

‘Well I feel heavy!’ Shane joked, making everyone laugh.

You guys hangout for a bit behind the camera, joking around, laughting while you and Ethan make eye contact constanty. Everyone said their goodbyes, with the light feeling that the twins definitely needed.

On the drive home, the twins are quiet but you can tell the atmosphere is light and the twins are in deep thought. When you arrive home, Grayson walked off mumbling he needs to exercise to clear his mind, while your boyfriend quietly walk through his room.

‘Hey, you want anything to eat?’ You asked cautiously when you followed him in his room, seeing him already layinh down.

‘Nah’ Ethan simply said while smiling at you.

‘What?’ You asked, while sitting on the bed.

‘Come here!’ Ethan said while pulling you to bed making you fall down. ‘I Love you’ He quietly added while giving your neck a peak.

‘And thank you bub, for being their for me and Gray. I appreciate you.’ He added while hugging you thightly.

‘I love you too and I’m always here for you guys.’ Y/n answered while stroking Ethans hair.

‘Okay lets sleep first and eat later.’ Ethan mumbled falling asleep still hugging you with his head on your neck.

‘Okay sleep’. You mumbled closing your eyes and stroking Ethan’s hair till he fall asleep.

POV: You’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Season One:

—Backstory (3k)

Love story

Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall and Y/N Y/L/N had been inseparable since the first day they might over ten years ago. The relationship between Stiles and Y/N had always been different, but one summer something changes and everything falls right into place. Is it just a summer fling or do they plan on an actual realtionship? And how do they tell Scott?

—Episode One (7.1k)

Mind over matter

When half of a bodies found by some joggers the night before the first day of the school, Stiles Stilinski (ever the trouble maker) decides to rope his best friend and secret girlfriend into coming to search for the other half with him. But when they get caught in the woods by the Sheriff and two out of the three have to head home, it ends in serious consequences for Scott McCall. Being bitten by a mysterious animal might just ruin his only shot at a normal high school experience with a girl he really likes.

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A Little Bit of Your Heart | YOONKOOK | Masterlist

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Pair: Yoongi  x f!reader ; Jungkook x f!reader

Summary: You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it? 

Genre and warnings: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, music producer au. Vmin side pairing. Roommate Namjoon, producer rap line, producer reader. Ginger Yoongi and Blueberry Koo. Namjoon and Jungkook are cousins in this, go with it. Ex-Yoongi. Childhood friend Jungkook. Mentions of Sope and Hoseok x reader.

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TikTok Trends

Starstruck - @hollandcrush

you bought the famous tiktok leggings to record toms reaction

British People Be Like - @kelieah

you make tom duet the “british people be like” tiktok

Hazzy - @kelieah

you call tommy a different name for a tiktok

* Tiddies - @kelieah

you drop them tiddies out for tom, only bc tiktok of course

Bloody Bags - @kelieah

hitting tom with a bag brings out the full brit inside of him

Hands Up - @spideyyeet

you have a little fun with tiktok while in quarantine with four boys - tom gets jealous, haz gets a black eye, tuwaine breaks a window and harry falling off the roof

Mugshot - @spideyyeet

you decide to do the cringy mugshot trend on tiktok, but instead you post the real time you got arrested and the boys are shocked

TikTok - @leetotters

doing the 'embarrassing couple questions’ tiktok challenge with tom

Viral - @waitimcomingtoo

you and tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

Passing The Phone - @spidernerdsblog

the “i’m passing the phone” trend with the holland brothers + haz and reader but it just turns into tom and reader exposing each other of stuff that should’ve been kept to there self

Tom - @hollandsimpson

you tried a tiktok trend where you call your boyfriend by his name and tom became a whiny kid

Top 5 People You'd Cheat on Tom With - @astranva

in which you make a powerpoint presentation of the 5 people you’d cheat on tom with and show it to him for tiktok

That Goes In You? - @hollandsour

you decide to try the trend where you show your boyfriend how a tampon works and tom becomes jealous of a tampon

Cold, Cold Shower - @hollandsour

you tried following the tiktok trend in which you drop ice on your boyfriend while he’s taking a shower Wait…This Seems Familiar - @hollandsour

you decide to try the trend on tom where you put him in ¨yoga¨ positions when they are actually positions he puts you in on sexy times

Pretty girl - @cherrykindness

there is a new trend in tiktok, and tom is even more adorable than expected

@parkers-gal

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

WILL it???

no strings attached.

this series is completed!! a @lilystyles series.

y/n and harry have always known each other and been in each other's lives, but harry's rapid rise in fame causes a drift between them. what happens when they find their way back to each other and act on the feelings they have always had?

or y/n is a virgin and she doesn't want to be, and harry is an old friend who doesn't mind helping her out.

virgin!reader x friendswbenefits!h

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old friends

harry and y/n are old friends who reunite and quickly pick right back up where they left off. new tensions arise and a deal is struck up. (5k)

song for this chapter 'Old Friends' by Simon & Garfunkle.

watermelon sugar, highhhh

harry found a new muse for a new song. it's called watermelon sugar, dedicated to the sweetness between y/n's thighs. (5k)

song for this chapter 'Watermelon Sugar' by H.

comfort

y/n calls harry drunk and scared, harry picks her up and helps take care of her. the next morning y/n worries she'll scare him off, but of course, harry eases those worries. (4.5k)

song for this chapter 'Back to the Old House' by The Smiths.

bloom

y/n and harry go to dinner and something stronger blooms between them. (11.6k!!)

song for this chapter 'Hungry Eyes' by Eric Carmen.

rock the boat, baby!

y/n and harry are reminded of their teenage years and take a trip down memory lane on a camping trip. (8.7k)

song for this chapter 'Rock the Boat' by Hues Corporation.

one of us

karaoke night leads to a run-in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do. (5.3k)

song for this chapter 'One Of Us' by Abba.

stuck in the middle with you

y/n is the maid of honour and harry is the best man, what happens when they are forced to share a room? do they reconcile their issues or are they too far gone? (10.6k)

song for this chapter 'Silver Springs' by Fleetwood Mac.

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The Professor

Better Off

Pregnancy Series

Unkown Number

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Bonus!

Latina!reader x Harry

Makeup artist!reader x Harry

Vogue Beauty Secrets

Painting H's nails

Young dad!Harry x Young mom!reader

Florist!reader x Harry

Harry is oblivious

Would That I

Chef!reader x Harry

Younger!reader x Harry

Part 2: Harry gets insecure about the relationship

Brazilian!reader x Harry

Stripper!reader x Harry

Part 2: Harry defends reader

Asexual!reader x Harry

Guitarist!reader x Harry

Part 2

Single dad!Harry x reader

Hockey player!Harry x Figure skater!reader

Part 2

Bonus!

Bonus!

Harry x swiftie!reader

Night one of Eras Tour

London Boy

Falling

Part 2

Grapejuice Blues

Hookup Scene

Hunger

The Only Exception

Happy New Year

Happy Birthday

Just the Two of Us

Harrychella

Traitor

Part 2

Knock Three Times

Harry is Sick

The one where Harry gets amnesia

An update

The one where the relationship gets exposed

College au

Postpartum depression

Reader has a miscarriage

The one where best friend!reader gets over Harry

Getting together behind o's back

Wildest Dreams

Reader opens for Live on Tour

Reader listens to Fine Line for the first time

She

Catching up as friends

Reader cheats on Harry

Bodyguard!harry

Maybe Next Time He'll Think

Going to the Met Gala

Reader gets a Grammy

Harry and reader can't get pregnant

Speak Now

Reader has a chronic illness

Where Harry promises he didn't cheat

Harry comforts reader on a bad day

Where H's family comes to see reader perform

Best friendrry at the Grammys

Sweet (Valentine's Day blurb)

Good in Bed

Sick reader blurb

Better Man

Cheeseball (Harry x plus size reader)

Baby Said (rockstar! reader x Harry)

Just Called to Say I Love You

Childhood Best Friends

Reader helps Harry with his grief

Two to Tango

prompt: the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

word count: 5.4k+

note: author still does not want any messages about glorifying toxic relationships. typically, but not always, when someone calls you clingy, it's weaponized and is abusive. this fic is not meant to portray that! it’s meant to show internal agony and the journey to forgiveness - Carmy apologizes 'cause he's actually sorry!

warnings: cursing, reader folds 'cause who wouldn't for the sweet puppy that is Carmy, hurt and comfort, small angst, small fluff, we talk about Mikey a bit, author uses writing as therapy, relationship angst...? barely edited.

part one: God's Plan

"It's six in the Goddamn morning!" You raged at your front door, stomping up to it, "Are you dumb in the fucking head!? Who the fuck in their right mind knocks like the Goddamn cops at six in the fucking morning!?"

You whipped it open, the force causing a breeze of air to blow your bedridden hair back and highlight your exhaustion. "Hiya, sunshine," Richie beamed down at you, holding up a paper bag, offering, "donut?"

"Richie!? I know you're not fuckin' stupid, baby boy, so, what the fuck is wrong with you? It's six in the morning on my day off - do you want to give me a reason to punch you? You hate your nose that much?"

He tisked at you mockingly, "Someone's cranky this morning."

"What do you want?"

"You're not gonna invite me in for coffee? I brought us donuts! See? C'mon, Peach," He jostled the bag around with a shit-eating, closed-lip smile. "Dooonuts," he taunted.

You had to pause, count to ten in your head, then sigh through your nose. You offered kindly, "Richie? Would you like to come in for some coffee? Since you kindly brought donuts?"

He grinned, "Awwh, thanks, Peach, thats real nice of yah! Don't mind if I do!"

"Don't call me that," you snapped, leading him into your kitchen. The door shut and locked.

"Oh, someone's touchy."

"What do you fucking want?" You whined, pouring two mugs of hot coffee. "You come bangin' at my door, early ass in the mornin'. You better have a good-ass reason," you slid the mug over the counter he sat at. "Cream or sugar?"

He shook his head, fiddling with the mug for a moment before admitting as you dressed up your own coffee, "Uh, so... It's Carmy."

You paused, taking a slow sip from your mug, waiting for more that wouldn't come. So, you quietly asked, "What about Carmy?"

"He's falling apart."

"O...Kay?"

"Peach," he frowned, "you know that your relationship was the only thing that made sense to him - he's falling apart without you there."

"Okay," you nodded, taking another swallow of hot bean-water.

"That's it? Nothing else to say? Dude's losin' his fuckin' shit, Peach. Okay? Barely leaves the restaurant, h-he's all manic and shit, doesn't stop cookin', isn't gettin' a lotta sleep, and Syd said his clothes are all over the apartment - he's not keeping himself in order."

"So, he needs his mother?"

Richie glared with a clenched jaw, "Not fuckin' funny, Peach."

"I'm not laughing."

"He needs you."

"I'd argue otherwise, he's a grown fuckin' man who doesn't need to be taken care of. Look, if he was man enough to call me a desperate, clingy bitch, he's man enough to deal with the fallout of his words."

"Look, hey, hey, hey, I'm not sayin' he's not in the wrong," he waved his hands, eyes widening, "actually, the exact opposite. We all chewed his ass out when we found out what he fuckin' said, Peach. And look, I've never seen Fak that fuckin' angry."

You semi-pouted your bottom lip, "Really?"

"Fak was ready to strangle Carmy, I think," Richie sighed. "I yelled, Sugar yelled, Fak lost his shit, Syd even cornered him in the office and laid into him..."

"I thought she didn't like me," you whispered.

"She's getting to know you, but she likes you," he assured, "and it's obvious the affect you have on Carmy. We all respect that - "

"Oh, great, so everyone except the one person who needs to respect our relationship - respects it!"

Richie frowned at you, nodding in agreement before admitting, "He's a dumb fuckin' idiot, Peach, we all know that, but the dude is losing it without you."

"Sucks to suck."

"Peach," he groaned, slapping his hands to the counter with exasperation. "Don't you love him?"

"Of course I love him, but I also have this little thing called self-respect! He said some shit - shit he can't ever take back. The fuck I look like going back to him when he's the one in the wrong!? I don't hate myself that much, and despite what he says, I'm not that desperate for love."

"How is talking to the man you love - "

"Richie," you paused him, "your Cousin said a lot of hurtful shit. It's been weeks, okay? He's gonna snap outta it, realize what he's done, and right the wrongs he's committed. I don't need to speed that along in any way, shape, or form - he's a grown man. And I'm a grown woman, I don't have to fall to anyone's beck-and-call, he can figure his own shit out."

"I know - look, it's been fuckin' weeks of us dealin' with him losin' his fuckin' mind!" Richie snapped. "We tried to respect that you wanted distance and time, we really did, but he's losin' it, Peach, more than he's lost it before. Okay? I'm concerned about him, more than I was when the shit with Mikey went down..."

You sighed and leaned on your kitchen counter, wiping your fingers over your eyes to pinch the bridge of your nose after. "Okay, okay," you paused, sighing again, blinking as you looked at Richie, "so, what would you like me to do?"

He pouted dramatically, "Talk to him? Please?"

"To say... What?"

"I don't know, you guys can work that out together, but he's miserable, Peach. Just talk to him, just..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I know it's not fair to ask of you, but he's slippin' off the deep end. You're all he knows, all that makes sense to him, and with you gone..." His eyes turned red as he held back his tears, "I-I'm not sayin' he's gonna do anythin', Peach, but everythin' with Mikey's still so fresh... I just - I can't go through this again. Can't lose another Berzatto."

You frowned, understanding now why he appeared so frazzled.

"Carmy's not Mikey, Richie, okay?" You reminded him softly, reaching for his hand; leaving your extended to reach him, "And you're not gonna lose any more of us, you hear me?" You gave a squeeze, "I'll talk to him."

"Really?"

"I will," you assured softly, seeing the single tear drop from his waterline when he bowed his head and sniffled harshly. "Hey, Richie...? Do you, maybe, wanna bring some flowers to Mikey today? Think you wanna visit?"

He shrugged, "Maybe..."

"Maybe it'll be nice," you assured calmly. "It rained a few days ago, so, the ground won't be too soggy anymore, but the grass will be lush and green - hydrated and shit."

"Right," he chuckled, nodding, "yeah, okay, maybe that'll be nice, yeah, you're right."

"Maybe Carmy could use a visit, too."

"He won't go."

You nodded, "I know, but sometimes it's nice to just have the offer."

Richie agreed, downing the last of his black coffee. "All right," he cleared his throat, "let's go - you wearin' that?"

"What?"

"You gonna wear that? To go talk to Carmy?"

"It's not even seven in the morning!"

"He's at the restaurant," Richie shrugged. "Dude doesn't leave. C'mon, he needs a nap or somethin'."

You groaned, knowing he wouldn't leave unless you left with him. So, you got ready quickly while he sat at your desktop computer; playing Facebook's FarmVille - the same you left your little cousins to play when they needed distracted. He was enraptured by the adorable virtual sheep, laughing to himself as he learned the ropes of the game; and when you were ready, you had time to fill a to-go tumbler of coffee while he signed off.

When you arrived at The Beef, it was still closed for the morning prep; and inside, chaos rained in a fury of angry voices. You listened to Carmy snap at Marcus about something petty, going as far as to slap a pastry out of his hand as they argued in one another's faces with ignited passion.

"Ooookay," you moved through the kitchen and got between the two men, hands on Carmy's chest, "that's enough, Chef, hey, hey, hey, c'mon, walk away - just walk away, Carmy, don't do this. Hey, hey, don't do this, c'mon, just step off - walk away with me, please. Please, Carmy, hey, hey, step off, walk away with me, please."

"Fuck you doin' here, Peach?" He asked with red, swollen eyes. He looked sullen; pale between the angry red blotches to his skin, bags under his tired eyes, looking worn out and thinner than you remembered.

"Yeah, hey, hey, we'll talk about that, c'mon, outside, outside, outside," you directed him, sighing at the sight of the splattered pastry you were forced to step over. "I'm so sorry, Marcus," you whispered, seeing him nod and wave you off as you and Carmy pushed outside into the alley.

The door shut behind you, making Carmy snarl, "What the fuck, Peach - "

"No, I think that's better asked to you," you snapped. "The hell's wrong with you? Yellin' at Marcus like that? You know how rude it is to slap shit outta anyone's hand?"

He paced in anger, wiping a hand down his face; circling his mouth with his fingers, eyes ringed with red, hair greasy and tossed in a mess. His pants looked baggy, his shirt wrinkled, stained, and dirty with sweat marks.

"What're you doin' here?" He asked in a pant, hands going to his slender hips, head shaking as his tear-filled eyes avoided yours.

"Carmy, we need to talk."

"No shit," he breathed, scoffing after and widening his pace.

"Hey, Carmy, hey, hey," you reached for him, taking both his wrists in your grasp so he had to face you. "I need you to pause for me, please, hey," you stepped in his way when he tried to move. "Carmy, you're no good to anyone when you're like this - least of all yourself. So, I need you to talk - "

"You left," he panicked, pulling back to start pacing again. "You left - you left me. We got in a fight and you left, you fucking left. You walked away and you left me."

"Carmy, we got in more than a fight," you sighed. "You lashed out at me, then turned avoidant, and I don't linger where I'm not wanted."

"How can you think that?" He demanded, still pacing. "That you're not wanted by me? That you're not welcome, what? In my life? At my side? With me? Baby - of course, you are!"

"You didn't exactly make me feel any different," you pointed out sharply. "Carmy, can you please fucking pause for me so we can talk this out - "

"I know I fucked up," he ranted to himself, huffing and puffing as his emotion strangled him. "I know I did, I kept - I couldn't - I fucked up. I know I did. I couldn't get my head outta my ass," he listed, pacing as he panted when panic took hold of his being, "and I hurt you, and it was like I had to keep hurting you because I couldn't be alone in what I felt and I couldn't exactly figure out what the fuck I was feeling - I just needed you to hurt, too."

"Carmy," you sighed patiently.

"And I couldn't stop, I just kept going, and when I realized how bad I made it, I couldn't fucking stop - I needed y-yo-you t-to know what I felt, but I couldn't find the words. I-I hate that I did that, I-I fucking hurt you and I made this so much worse than it ever had t-to be, and I fucking know, Peach, okay? I know you're not clingy, you were just loving me. Y-You were loving me, you were using your own love languages, and I felt y-you so fuckin' close to me, and freaked out - I just - I just don't know why. I just - I panicked, I couldn't stop whatever I felt, and I'm so sorry," he breathed, shaking his head, wiping his cheeks as the tears started. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Peach, I couldn't control myself and I-I hate that I hurt you, and I know I don't deserve your understanding, but I just - I couldn't stop - "

"Carmy," you stepped directly in his footpath; needing to seize hold of his swollen biceps to catch his movements as he all but barreled right into you, "I need you to breathe."

"Nah, I'm okay - "

"No, you're not," you spoke sternly, shaking your head. "Baby," you eased your tone to a softer tone, seeing a glimmer of hope spark in his baby blues, "I need you to take a breath and remain in the present with me, okay? Just stand here with me," you watched as he blinked a couple of times; reaching out to hold your waist tentatively. "And stay in the present, okay? Stay here with me."

"I'm so sorry, Peach," he whispered, stepping closer so he could feel your breasts against his chest; caging you with his arms. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I didn't - I didn't know what the fuck I was even trying to fight with you about. You're not clingy - you're not any of the things I said, I didn't mean it - any of it."

"Calling me desperate?"

"I didn't mean any of it."

"A bitch?"

"Please," he whispered, bringing you in closer so he could rest his forehead on yours. "Don't repeat it, I know what I said, and I'm so fucking sorry for all of it. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm goin' crazy without yah, Peach. I need my best girl, and I don't deserve you, but I fuckin' need you." He sniffled, pulling back to caress your cheek, whispering, "I need you, Peach, you're the only thing that I know - the only thing I can understand, that makes sense to me. I think I just felt stressed and overwhelmed, I wasn't sure what to do - I couldn't find the words, I'm so sorry."

You nodded slowly, "I think we can work through this."

"I don't deserve you."

"Maybe not, but you have me anyway," you whispered, bringing his forehead to your own again. "But you can't do this again, taking anger out on me when I haven't done anything."

"Never again," he sighed, now nestling into your neck for comfort; arms tightening so you were the closest you could be with your head bent to keep his head caressed with yours.

"I don't think we can say 'never', but we can make an effort to leave work stress at work, right?" You whispered softly, letting one around coil around him to keep him close; the other caressing his jaw. "You don't get to treat me like that," you reminded him, "because I'm on your side, Carmy, I'm not the enemy."

"I know," he squeezed you tight.

"And the people doing their jobs are not the enemy," you smirked.

"I know," he chuckled lightly. "I owe Marcus an apology..."

"I'm sure you owe it to the others, too," you mused, holding his cheek as you turned your head to kiss his forehead. "Promise me we're done with that reactive bullshit. It doesn't make navigating a relationship easier on us."

"We're done, we're so fuckin' done with that shit," he whispered, deflating into your embrace as you held him close. "I'm so sorry, baby. I really am."

"I know," you comforted softly. "I forgive you."

"I don't deserve it."

"Hey, hey, this self-deprecating stunt has to end, too. We've gotta go forward with at least some confidence if we're gonna figure this out together."

He nodded, pulling back but keeping hold of your waist. "I am confident about this... About you - about us."

"Hmm?" You gently pushed a few stray curls from his forehead.

"Move in with me - officially."

Your face contorted in mild disappointment, "Oh, Carmen - "

"No, no," he rushed, sighing as his hand flattened on your jaw and cheek again, "just listen to me. I've wanted to ask you for a long time, okay? I've wanted this for - like - fucking years. Hear me? I just," he sighed, "I wasn't sure how to ask. I want this for us, I want us to be together, okay? Officially. I-I want us living together, Peach, okay? I want to come home and just - I want you there. I want all of you," he frowned, tears swelling again, "and all your shoes in the foyer, hair in the shower drain, perfume on the counter, and every-single-way you know how to love me. I was wrong to say you were clingy - and everything else I said. Baby, the last couple weeks, I've felt so fucking empty, so lonely and - just - cold. I've been cold without you. I need you, Peach, I need you with me, and I need you to be exactly you - no holding back. Because you're exactly who I need to love me, I'm so sorry I fucked that up before."

"Carmy."

He frowned, "I'm sorry."

"I know," you smirked, "and I forgive you. But you know it's gonna take more than a few pretty words and some tears, right?"

He nodded, "Anything to make this work again."

You sighed in patience, "Go say your apologies to the others, we've got t'make a stop before going back to yours - and you're going to take a fucking nap."

"I'm fine - "

"Look me in my eye and try to tell me in the past 72 hours, you've had decent, restful sleep."

He frowned, opening his mouth a few times but then sighing. "You know I can't," he whispered.

"Exactly why we're going back to yours."

Carmy paused, brows furrowing as if a thread pulled them together. He asked softly, "Is that a no to us... Living together? Is that why you're calling it 'my' place?"

You offered him a look of patience and leaned in to peck his lips for a few prolonged seconds, promising, "There's your apartment, there's my apartment, and then there's gonna be our apartment. Somewhere that's just ours, 100% us." His mouth stretched in a grin, so you swiftly cut him off, "But you have to ask me again when you've got restful sleep under your belt. I want you clear headed when you make this kinda decision."

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. "Where're we goin' before?"

You swallowed nervously, telling him softly, "You absolutely do not have to go with us, but I think Richie could use a visit out to Mikey's grave. I said I'd take him with some flowers, but you do not have to get out to go with us - not if you're not ready."

He blinked a few times, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes dropped from yours. You were about to coo his name and assure him again, when he nodded at you and tried to half-smile. "Okay," he breathed.

"Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll, uh... M-Maybe I can, just, hang back in the car."

"Sure, baby, whatever you're comfortable with," you whispered, leaning in to peck his forehead. "You good?"

"I will be."

"Mhm," you hummed, caressing his cheek again before pushing your hand into his curls. "Now, let's get a move on - I want you to march in there, say you're sorry to your Chefs, and then we'll leave."

"Yes, ma'am," Carmy whispered, leaning in to kiss you - but you pulled back.

"Aht," you halted him with a teasing finger to his lips, "after we've got everything worked out, then you can kiss me."

"You got t'kiss me," he mumbled against your finger; making you hum as you fought off a stretching smile, and lower your hand.

"Fair point - just one then - "

He cut you off by, indeed, pressing a single kiss to your lips, but not pulling back. His hand raised to hold the back of your head, your lips spreading in a grin against his; finding rhythm to move together before pausing to press in prolonged passion.

When he pulled back, you both paused to smile, and when you tried to peck his lips again, he pulled back, teasing, "Aht, just the one."

"Oh, fuck you," you laughed lightly, letting him take your hand before leading you back into the kitchen. The other Chefs lingered, sparing you and Carmy a few nervous glances, making you whisper in his ear as you squeezed his hand, "Go ahead, baby, get it done."

He nodded and called the kitchen to attention, clearing his throat, and beginning to make his apologies. He singled out Marcus, then Sydney, Richie, and Sugar; the kitchen staff all accepting his words and insisting he could take the day off - even the next few days if he wanted! You had to usher him to grab his things a few times, nudging him in reminder and verbally pushing him back into action. That boy's ADHD would truly be the death of him.

"So?" Richie smirked at you as Marcus handed you a packaged box of pastries.

"We're talking it out."

He chuckled, "Good. Get him outta here, Peach, dude needs to breathe."

"I got it," you swatted him away as Carmy exited the office. "But we've got somewhere to be first, right?"

He paused, then nodded and asked in a mutter, "He said okay?"

"He's got time to decide what he wants to do, but he knows we're going. C'mon, get your coat."

Richie met you at the front of the restaurant and with a parting wink to Sugar, you took Carmy's hand, tangled your fingers together, and left to venture to your parked car. Carmy got in the front, Richie in the back, and after a stop at a corner bodega to grab three bouquets of flowers, you drove to the cemetery. Carmy was silent, no music played, and Richie's leg bounced in anxious tension; making small conversation with you about your job in an effort to distract himself.

When you arrived, you pulled up on the access road that you knew was closest to Mikey's grave. Richie spared a glare between you and Carmy before muttering that he needed a cigarette and got out of the car to leave you alone. "Baby?" You whispered, reaching for his hand. "Hey, look, if you don't want to go with us, it's okay. We won't be long... But maybe you want to sign this," you showed him the small, blank name card left in the flowers.

"Why?" He whispered.

You shrugged, "So he knows they're from you."

"Peach," he sighed, meeting your eyes.

"Baby, I know it's silly, I know it's easier to ignore it all. But I'd like to believe it's just a nice gesture for our own closure - it's a signed gift from us, to them... And maybe it's nice to pretend that wherever they are, they know what we've left for them."

Carmy nodded slowly, "I-I don't think... I don't think I can go..."

"It's okay, baby," you whispered.

"But," he sniffled, opening his hand to you, "I'll sign it, if you'll leave it for me?"

"Of course," you rushed, opening your purse to producing a pen for him. The clank card rest on the center console of your car, pausing, swallowing nervously, then scribbling his name as he cleared his throat. He offered you the pen, waited until it was put away, then offered the flowers. "Hang tight, we won't be too long," you whispered, leaning in to rest your forehead. "You okay?"

He nodded, pecking your forehead before letting you get out of the car. You handed Richie his own flowers with a signed card, holding your own and Carmy's; linking arms with Rich to venture up the small grass hill and moved about halfway down the cemetery plot line. When you came to his stone, you understood this was what Rich needed more than you, so, you knelt and laid the two bouquets down before starting to quickly groom the area around his tombstone.

You told him, "I'm sorry it's not much, but I'll be back later for a picnic and a chat. I brought you flowers from me a-and from Carmy. He's in the car, but he's here, Mikey... Give him time," you whispered, brushing dirt from the stone before standing. "Take your time," you told Richie softly, seeing the tears gather in his eyes.

"Thanks, Peach," he whispered, offering you a tight hug. When you pulled back and started to walk away, Richie lowered himself to kneel and lay his own flowers down; hearing him tell Mikey, "Don't gotta worry 'bout us, Mike-Man, Peach is the glue that keeps us together. Shit, she even got Carmy out here..."

You made it back to the car and got in, smiling at Carmy - but dropping it the instant you saw tears in his eyes. "Talk to me," you whispered, reaching for a wet wipe in your glovebox to clean your hands after plucking the grass and brushing off dirt from the grave.

"Why can't I get out?"

You only stared at him for a long moment, unsure what to say.

"I'm here... I'm finally here... Why can't I get out?"

"You're not ready," you nodded, tossing the wipe aside to a plastic bag. "It's okay, Carmy, it's okay to not be ready yet. We can come back when you are," you reached for his hand.

"I think this added to my frustration," he admitted. "I couldn't... I didn't go to the funeral, haven't been here since he was... You know."

"Laid to rest."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Fuck's wrong with me?"

"You're grieving," you relented, nuzzling closer so your head rested on his shoulder. "It's not linear, Carmy, baby, just let yourself feel. When you try to repress your emotions, you lash out inappropriately."

"I know," he whispered, "'M sorry."

"It's not your fault," you promised, the two of you quietly bowing your heads together. You remained as such until Richie got back in the car, and from there, it was quiet as everyone stewed in their own emotion. You dropped Rich back at work before promising to call him later and driving away; heading for Carmy's apartment in the soothing silence, his hand locked in yours.

When you arrived at his apartment, you froze upon seeing the interior's state. "Oh, Carmy, no," you whispered, frowning deeply.

"Looks worse than it is," he deflected. You only hummed and let him lead you to the bedroom; watching him strip and prepare for bed before joining you on the mattress. He crashed almost immediately, sighing in relief as he pecked over your shoulder and collarbone, muttering, "'M so glad you're back. 'M so sorry, Peach."

"I know you are, and I forgive you," you told him softly, carding a manicured hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, baby."

He was asleep nearly instantly. He deflated on top of you, deeply resting enough to not notice you slip out from under him. You cleaned his entire apartment; doing laundry, cleaning, scrubbing, replacing necessities he deemed himself too lazy to pay attention to. You did dishes, cleaned out his fridge, and as you mopped up the floors, the sun set and Carmy emerged from the bedroom.

"Baby?" He mumbled in earnest confusion, sighing in relief when he saw you.

"What? Afraid I disappeared on you?" You teased with a small grin.

"For sure," he mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes; making your amusement dim when you realized the nerve it struck. "The hell you doin'?"

"You didn't seriously think I could rest knowing this monster of a clean-up job lingered out here, did you?"

"I don't want you t'clean after me."

"Well, too late," you smirked. "You good now?"

"I feel better, yeah."

"Good."

"And I made up my mind."

"Hmm? About what?"

"I'm gonna take some time off work," he nodded, "and focus on us. Get us in a new crib, it'll be nice."

"Think you can handle that?"

He nodded, "I'll have to, you're the most important thing in my life, I can't lose you. So, if I gotta take time off, that's the least of my worries. I'm only here for us, for you."

You smiled at him, setting the mop aside to wrap him in your arms. "I like the sound of that, us making a home together - being able to decorate a new home. But don't let me overdo it, okay? I get all excited and kinda bulldoze my way through projects. I don't want you t'find real reason t'resent me."

"Nah, that ain't possible," he promised quietly.

True to his word, Carmy took three solid weeks off; agreeing to a fourth week as a contact-only consultant. You and he slept in most days, looking at apartments, and not once did he even mention work. He was diligent in his attention, focused on you and you alone; putting in overtime to rebuild that what was broke by focusing on shared interests again. You found a place you loved ready for what was basically immediate move-in, taking time to pack your respected places and prepare for the official start of your cohabitating relationship.

You didn't forget what he said, being reserved in your displays of love. Yet Carmy was different; he was totally clingy the moment you returned to his life. He feared letting you go meant you'd disappear again, feared you'd run away again. He held your hand at every possible opportunity, got you a fresh bouquet of weekly flowers, ran all his errands with you; never went to bed without you, cooked all meals with you in the kitchen - perched up on a counter. Most showers you took together, and almost every night was spent cuddling on the couch or in bed with either a book being shared between you or a new show playing on the mounted flatscreen TV.

Carmy clung because he thought if he showed you acts of his love, it'd allow comfort towards your loving behavior to flourish again - and he was right. It took a little bit of time, but Carmy clung tighter and tighter; ensuring you started to reciprocate before ever easing up in the intensity of his affectionate displays. He didn't want to overwhelm you, but knew you needed the reassurance.

You were cautious, you were apprehensive; tiptoeing around Carmy even when living together before warming back up to him. You didn't need to repeat the words he hurled at you all those weeks ago, not wanting to dredge up repressed feelings, but never letting him forget what he said. Your actions spoke enough, skittish around his affection; something Carmy took note of and despised himself for. He made up for it, of course he did, it was Carmy and he hated tension and conflict in his closest circles of life. Yet it wasn't so easy for you two to move forward, they weren't just words to you.

They were direct insults to you as a person; to you and how you loved others. Carmy had seen your deepest fear and used it as a defense against you - wanting you to hurt the way he was, too. He understood this wasn't acceptable, knowing the next time he resorted to such despicable actions, you'd simply walk away; never dealing with disrespect, so, he needed to be acutely aware of his words.

You would never allow yourself to be someone else's doormat, but part of being an adult is understanding that people were allowed to make mistakes - it's part of being fucking human. How terrible you'd feel if someone held your own mistakes against you, because the truth was, you weren't perfect either.

Part of being in a(n adult) relationship is understanding when someone apologized, it was best to accept and move on because nothing was ever solved by dragging turmoil out. This didn't mean forget what happened, forget whatever emotion was evoked - but to do your part to repair what was broken; no matter who was at fault, it always took Two to Tango.

And in this song and dance, you were ready to sweep around the dance floor if only with Carmy. Because that's what a relationship was; a conscious effort by both partners to work as one, to dance in-sync; owning the art together, as equal partners.

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sweeter than suga | three

pairing: min yoongi x female!y/n | au: strangers2lovers, cafe genre: sweet! (fluff) | rating: pg13 | wc: 1.8k+

synopsis: “…you get an order for a couple of drinks at the cafe and a grumpy name named suga will pick them up. i wonder what drink is his?”

warnings: none author’s note: please give me any feedback.

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The soft pitter-patter of the rain filled your ears as you made your way to work. It was early in the morning, but the weather wasn’t the greatest. They predicted on the news that it was going to rain quickly, but as you walked, the rain was getting worse.

The simple patter was starting to hit your black umbrella harder. You just needed to round the corner to get to the café. “Why is it so gloomy?” You question. You quicken your pace hoping you can get to the café without the rain getting any worse than it already was.

You turn the corner and see a figure standing in front of the café. It was the weekend, and usually, you opened by yourself. It wasn’t as busy as it was on weekdays. As you got closer, the figure didn’t have an umbrella. “Yoongi?” You speak his name and he can’t help but give a tiny smile.

Truthfully, his heart is guiding his actions more than his brain. If he used his brain, he’d have an umbrella and not show up so early to see you again. His heart, on the other hand, convinced him to get dressed and go see you again. Once you call his name, a pink blush appears on his cheeks.

“Morning,” he said, a bit flustered. “Morning. Here, hold this.” You give him your umbrella, take out your keys and unlock the big lock on the side. 

“Why are you here so early?” Your voice is laced with a bit of worry.“Oh, I um… I was going to order an Iced Americano.” That was true but he also just wanted to see you again. You finally unlock the doors and let Yoongi in.

You wouldn’t leave him in the rain. “Thank you.” “Don’t worry about it.” A giggle leaves your lips watching him get flustered. You go to the break room and place your things down. Grabbing a clean towel, you put on your apron and walk back to the front. “Use this Mr.Iced Americano so you don’t get sick,” handing him the towel. 

“Sorry for the trouble,” he mutters. “Huh? You didn’t do anything wrong. Just bring an umbrella next time,” you give a small smile. “Oh, and your usual will be done in a few minutes.” 

You get started with turning on the coffee machines and checking the inventory. Yoongi peers over at you as you start to work and get the café ready for other customers. He watches in awe the entire time and even forgets to dry his hair. 

“Oh shoot, I need to bake the cookies,” you mumble. It’s been a constant thing. Any time he orders his Iced Americano, you give him a treat. Yoongi seems to like the cookies the most. 

“Y/n?” Looking up from your current task, he sheepishly holds the folded towel in front of him. “Where should I put this?” “Umm,” you put the tray of cookies in the oven and turn back around, “I can take it.” 

As he gives you the towel, he asks another question. “Do you need help?” “Do you want to help?” Countering his question with another. Silently, you take him by the hand and lead him to the back. You take an apron off the hook and hold it up, waiting for him to put his head through the top part. “Will I get paid?” He jokes. “No sorry, that only applies to actual employees,” you chuckle. 

He puts his head through the loop and watches you tie the straps around his waist. “Alright, welcome to your first and last day. We need to bake cookies.” Following you, he watches you measure out all of the ingredients and get them mixed. Right after you instruct him to place the cookie dough on the tray with parchment paper.

“You do this every morning?” Yoongi puts on some gloves and starts to roll the dough in his hands. “Depends, most times its cookies. Other times it's cupcakes and cake.” Stopping him for a moment, you rolled up his sleeves. Making sure he doesn’t get his clothes dirty. “Don’t you work with someone else?” Another leaves his lips as he continues rolling out the dough.

“On weekdays I open with Lina. They tend to be slower than weekdays so I open by myself.” Once he finishes rolling out the dough, you instruct him to ball up the dough and put it in a bowl. Covering the bowl with plastic wrap, you place the bowl on the corner that’s closest to the oven. 

“You like opening by yourself?” Another question from his direction. “Sometimes I do. I like the peace of the morning.” Your answer, revealing more about your personality. He hums a response as you grab a mitten and take the baked cookies out of the oven. Then he notices that they are the cookies you usually serve him. The chocolate chip cookies.

How’d I not notice? Seems like she thinks of everything. Y/n is such a mystery.

“I think you should go wash your hands instead of watching me, Yoongi,” You giggle watching the rosy color appear on his cheeks again. Flustered, he goes to wash his hands and dry them off while Y/n sets the cookies to cool. Eventually, you go check on Yoongi who was drying his hands. 

“Anything else I should do?” “No, I got it. Remember, this is your first last day,” you smirk. Once again, you untie the apron from around his waist before looking up at him. The sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you was strong. Because maybe he felt it too. Maybe he can feel the air getting electrified. Maybe he feels the same attraction you felt for him. And with all that, you pull the apron close only to feel his lips on yours.

It’s just a kiss. It can easily confirm your suspicions. After a few seconds, his lips move alongside yours. As if to overcome the shock, he easily kissed you back. Nothing but a simple kiss, it confirms your questions. Nothing but soft lips moving in sync. His hands gently touch yours, as if to test his limits. Slowly his hands move downwards and stop at your waist. 

Pulling your body against him, his warmth engulfs you. This answers a lot of questions. Only then you pull away from the kiss. A low hum comes from him and you can’t help but giggle. “It’s my last day because employees can’t be in relationships, huh?” He guessed it right. You nod your head not breaking his gaze.

His eyes quickly glance down at your lips. Truly you can see that the man in front of you is in a daze. One of the coffee machines go off and it spooks you for a moment. Remembering that you have a cafe to run. Quite literally, it’s your job. 

Yoongi’s arms only tighten around your waist. “C’mon, I have to work,” you giggle. A sigh leaves his lips as he lets go. Eventually, he follows you back out to the front. You hand him his drink and the baggie of cookies. “Iced Americano and some chocolate chip cookies,” you say with a smile behind the corner. Before he said anything, he walks back to the glass doors and turned the sign to “closed.”

“What are you doing?” Confused by his actions, you walk from behind the corner. “I just need to make sure…” “Make sure of what?” And before you know it, he has you in an embrace again, his lips on yours. Happily accepting the kiss, you even laugh during the kiss. “Till next time,” he says while pulling away from the kiss. You answer back with a simple hum. “Till next time.”

Yoongi picks up his things and leaves. 

“He’s in such a good mood.” If anyone glanced at Yoongi, they’d only figure out part of the reason why he was in such a good mood. Throughout the morning, the man noticed that the more he drank the coffee, more numbers would be revealed. “Should I not be in a good mood?” Hearing his roommates’ comments. “No, it’s just been a while since we’ve seen you this happy,” Namjoon says with a smile.

All the roommates were having a meeting and Yoongi wasn’t listening to a single word. Even though everyone noticed his change of mood, only Jimin and Namjoon were laughing about it. “It’s the waitress from the restaurant, right?” “Yeah, and like an idiot, he left without an umbrella to go see her. Whipped…” Jimin grins.

As the day continues, Yoongi sits and ponders what he should do next. He already saved your number into his phone. He was going to text you but now he doesn’t know what. After this morning’s event, the daze started to clear out and the panic started to settle in. Then there’s a knock on his bedroom door.

Yoongi doesn’t even answer, the door opens with a smirk plastered on Jimin’s face. Usually Jimin would ask to come in but since it means that Yoongi was in a good mood, he won’t miss the chance to tease him. “Did you call her yet?” “No, she’s still at work. What do you want?” 

“Well, I came to tease you for the most part but if you need help, I can definitely help with that too,” Jimin says while taking a sip of his drink. What Jimin had failed to tell Yoongi, is that Jimin and Taehyung went to the cafe to go see this woman again. If she had such an effect on Yoongi, something definitely happened.

“So she is currently on her break I think… you could text her.” Immediately Yoongi glares at Jimin and gives him a look. “Stop messing with me, I’ll text her later.” “She clearly said she didn’t mind getting a message around this time.” Yoongi glances at his phone for a moment only for the screen to light up.

Clear as day, a text message from the number he just saved into his phone. Only for it to read, I’ll probably text you later because my break is almost over. Maybe wanna go somewhere tomorrow… maybe?

“What did she say?” Jimin starts to look over Yoongi’s shoulder and quickly Yoongi grabs his phone. Before Yoongi could text back, another text appeared. Two of your friends came into the cafe. They gave me your number. 

You’re about to get off break in a few minutes, but you’re waiting for your screen to light up. The two guys that came in earlier, were all giggly while speaking to you. “Is that the iced americano guy? You finally got his number?” Lina asks while looking over your shoulder. “Yes, yes and shouldn’t you be wiping tables?” “Yes and I handed them to Genee because I wanted to see why you didn’t clock back in from break.”

Typically, you would clock back in a bit earlier to help out or finish some baking. Yet, here you were staring at your phone waiting for one simple reply. It hasn’t come yet and you’re getting anxious. 

Then the little typing bubble appears, then disappears. I could maybe pick you up tomorrow @10am. Maybe to eat? Your face heats up a bit realizing he is teasing you but he accepted the date. 

Masterlist

JJ Maybank - Outer Banks

Secret Lives Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3

You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned

Pain Is Beauty

You and Kie try to wax your legs yourselves for the first time and accidentally get yourselves trapped in a sticky situation that gets you locked in your room with JJ and Pope while you listen to Sarah and John B fight outside your door. Routledge!Reader.

Family and Hope

A month after your brother disappeared, you’re confronted by someone you never thought you would see again, forcing you to come to terms with reality.

Scared to Love

You go from being best friends, to friends with benefits, to strangers with JJ Maybank. You tried your best not to fall in love with your best friend, but how could anyone not love the infamous Pogue?

Precious Life

After your best friend passes away, you fall in love with JJ Maybank. But with insecurities from your past relationship and mental deterioration from your best friend’s passing, are you able to give JJ everything he wants in the relationship?

Breathe With Me

After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Let Me Go

Y/N still lives with the Cameron’s following the death of her brother, but she’s being held there against her will. After many failed escape attempts, Y/N finally gets out of Figure Eight, but she’s far from safe.

Family Troubles

After the death of your brother, you move to the mainland with a nice foster family. Months later, you get the biggest shock of your life that leaves you questioning what you want.

A Rock and a Hard Place

You’re trying to cope with the death of your twin sister, while trying to manage the growing tension between your family and your friends. 

Secrets of the Shore -  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24

Rewrite of the Outer Banks but John B has a twin sister. 

The Hybrid - Prologue  Part 1  Part 2 (ON HOLD)

The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

John B Routledge - Outer Banks

Gut Feeling - Routledge!Reader 

As your older brother, John B tends to decide what he thinks is best for the two of you. Disregarding your concerns about Ward Cameron, John B decides it would be best for the two of you to accept Ward’s offer to be your guardian. Later, John B learns that he should he really trust his sister’s instincts.

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OBX Rewrite Recs

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