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This is just gonna be where I list out things I need/want to write, am working on writing, and have queued up to post soon so that you all have an idea of what’s incoming and to also keep me on track.

I don't have a set posting schedule I just kind of write when I feel like it.

Requests are Open! Much love to all!

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P.S. Feel free to check out my prompt lists and use them as ideas for requests!

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should I fuck around and pull an all nighter or just go to bed... decisions decisions...

Glue (Part 3)

Summary: John B and JJ get Reader back but need to have a talk with her about some things they heard her say to Luke.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, more mentions of gun stuff, more angst.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,621

A/N: Part 1 Here || Part 2 Here || I'm honestly glad I only did this in three parts. Imo somewhere around 1,000 words is perfect for an imagine. I hope the ending isn't disappointing... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

(Y/N)’s POV 

The zip ties around my wrists are starting to hurt. I glare at his back, drilling into his spine, “Why don’t you just shoot me already? I’m dispensable.” 

Luke shakes his head, “I’m not gonna fall for that darlin’.” 

“You’re a real piece of work, you know? Your son is the smartest, kindest, most loyal person I know, and you treated him like he was worthless. Hell, you even made him believe it. I spent countless nights bandaging him up because of your shitty little tantrums. I saw him at his lowest and I still don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve his loyalty and kindness that he obviously didn’t get from his piece of shit father.” 

Finally, Luke snaps. He makes his way to me and puts his gun under my chin, “You shut your mouth. That kid ain’t worth the dust under my boots.” 

Glue (Part 2)

Summary: The Pogues go to the police for help getting (Y/N) back but JJ and John B end up taking matters into their own hands.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, More mentions of a gun and Reader being kidnapped, more JJ angst.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: Part 1 Here || Aww my poor baby... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

JJ's POV

A quick drive later, we’re pulling up at the Sheriff’s office, storming inside and demanding to speak to Shoop. Having created a commotion, Shoop exits his office to investigate, “What on earth is going on here?” Sarah places her phone on the counter and hits play. Luke’s voice once again permeates my senses as Shoop looks down at her phone and watches the entire video, “Get me anything you can on that number,” he commands to his officer before turning his attention back to us, “Last seen? What was she wearing?” 

John B nudges my side and I whip my head up to look at Shoop, “Bout 8:30. Grey muscle tank, denim shorts, and flip flops.” 

Shoop nods and motions to another officer, “Put out an amber. Make sure you make it sound like a runaway young teen. Throw him off as much as possible.” 

The officer nods and hurries off as John B glares at Shoop, “He said not to get the cops involved. If my sister dies- “ 

Glue (Part 1)

Summary: JJ is living a nightmare when his best friend, Reader, is kidnapped and held for ransom by his father.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, Reader is held at gunpoint by Luke, JJ is beating himself up about it as well as the tree.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,822

A/N: omg this took so long to write... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

That’s (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Routledge. My sister is a jack of all trades. Surfing, mischief, singing, boating, fishing, you name it, she’s probably good at it. Her favorite place to be is on the surf. She’s a feisty little firecracker and I often find myself dragging her out of a sticky situation. Love her to death. She’s a hoot. 

(Y/N)'s POV

“(Y/N)!” my best friend yells.  

I throw my arm over my eyes and yell back, “What JJ? What could you possibly be yelling about this early in the morning?” 

No response. I throw my arm down and poke my head up over the side of the hammock. Looking around I see no one and assume he’s just screwing with me. I close my eyes and throw my arm back over them. “(Y/N)!” This time I shoot up glaring around. Finally, I see the hood of the HMS Pogue up. Grumbling, I stumble out of my comfy spot and shuffle toward the dock. I can’t stop a large yawn as I spot JJ with his head buried under the hood.  

I sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose, “What the fuck are you doin’, JJ?” 

uhhhhh, just pasted the JJ imagine into word (I've been writing on my iPad) and the word count is 3,609... and I'm still not finished. This is gonna have to be at least 3 parts lmao

I always think of Elijah Mikaelson when I hear Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones

Soooo the JJ imagine I wrote last night is hella long and still not finished lmao I'll try to finish it, edit it, and get it posted today but may have to break it into a few parts

"You can tell Topper he won the first round. I'll get him next time." Indeed you did bubba. Indeed you did.

howwwww is he so pretty???

we're about to find out if I can write a coherent imagine while also keeping an eye on JJ's gorgeous face.

Also, why do I always get the urge to watch OBX when it's fuckin 40 something degrees out??? Might fuck around and write some JJ imagines lol

I promise I didn't go awol again. I've just had a lot going on lately... Anywho, y'all seem to be liking the Sam Golbach imagines lol. I keep seeing them in my notifications. Thank you for all the love!

Sleep Aid

Summary: Reader can't sleep but Sam is her sleep aid.

TW/CW: Sam Golbach x Reader fluff. Purely fluff.

Requested?: No

A/N: I was just in a fluffy mood lol.

(Y/N)'s POV

Huffing in annoyance, I sit up in bed and stretch my back and legs. I’ve been trying to go to sleep for hours now with no such luck. Slumping out of bed I grab my fluffy blanket and throw it around my shoulders. Grumpily, I shuffle my way to Sam’s office.

When I poke my head in, Sam is sitting at his desk editing a video and Colby is plopped onto the couch with a laptop in his lap but he’s scrolling on his phone. I make my way over to Sam and stand beside him staring at his screen. He looks away from what he’s doing and up at me, “Yes ma’am?” I say nothing and simply open my blanket, making grabby hands. He scoots out from his desk and turns toward me to allow me into his lap. I swing a leg over and straddle his waist, pulling the blanket tight to myself and curling my arms up between us.

Once Again...

I have a metric dick ton of shows I could be finishing or starting but instead am rewatching a favorite/classic. This time it's Criminal Minds. It was between this and Supernatural and somehow I landed on this. I also reinstalled the Shimeji browser extension so I'm gonna be watching it with Natsu and Bakugo lmao.