Always-reading

Joey Lynch x Plus Sized Reader

This is the story of a boy who thinks he’s unworthy of love, and the girl who proves him wrong—again and again.

Warning: Mature themes (18+), swearing, fluff, drug abuse, and subtle smut.

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About me 

Hello, I am Rio. I love marauders especially Sirius and James, head over heels in love with them .English isn’t my first language, but I try my best I would love to talk and be friends. Come talk to me about anything. Love you guys. 

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Request : open 

(please read my rules before requesting anything ) 

 Who I write 

James Potter

Sirius black

Regulus black

Remus Lupin

Barty crouch Junior

Evan Rosier

Lily Evans

Pandora Rosier

Poly!ships 

Poly!marauders

Poly!wolfstar

Poly!jugulus

Poly!jilly 

Poly!jegulily

Poly!rosekiller

Rules

Be respectful, be kind, any homophobia transphobia racism is not allowed on my page. You will be blocked immediately. 

I do not write for

Sexual assault, any kinks that involve bodily fluids like piss kink or anything like that, and I will only write angst if it ends in comfort. anything illegal like minor X adult or incest  (if you have any questions, please ask. )

Amazing people

I wanted to give a small little shout to some of the people/blogs that inspire me to start writing

@ellecdc I love all of your fic, especially the ones with Barty crouch Junior, you are so incredibly talented

@moonyswarmsweaters a couple times I had been in your anon box. You are so sweet and you are so kind and you are so talented truly an amazing person

@prettydaisygirl I love your writing. I love your whole blog. You are so talented and so nice. You give such great advice a couple times. I have asked you on anon

@always-reading you are truly my best friend and I love you so much. You are amazing. We talk all of the time. You always seem to be going through hell, but you always seem to make time to make me feel better no matter what’s happening. And you always match my energy and I love it so much 





About me 

Hello, I am Rio. I am 18. I love marauders especially Sirius and James, head over heels in love with them .English isn’t my first language, but I try my best I would love to talk and be friends. Come talk to me about anything. Love you guys. 

MASTERLIST

Request : open 

(please read my rules before requesting anything ) 

 Who I write 

James Potter

Sirius black

Regulus black

Remus Lupin

Barty crouch Junior

Evan Rosier

Lily Evans

Pandora Rosier

Poly!ships 

Poly!marauders

Poly!wolfstar

Poly!jugulus

Poly!jilly 

Poly!jegulily

Rules

Be respectful, be kind, any homophobia transphobia racism is not allowed on my page. You will be blocked immediately. 

I do not write for

Sexual assault, any kinks that involve bodily fluids like piss kink or anything like that, and I will only write angst if it ends in comfort. (if you have any questions, please ask. )



the boys are separated for the first time since charlotte passed away and rafe doesn’t understand.

from my fractured ties universe. read story here

warnings: grief, mention of a dead parent

notes: rafe is 7 and jj is 5 in this blurb! they are also brothers in this universe for anyone new reading 🫶🏻

rafe didn’t know how he felt. or rather, he did he just didn’t know how to explain it. his little mind couldn’t comprehend such a huge change in his life so suddenly.

charlotte had just passed away and ward didn’t hesitate to pack up rafe’s things out of the room he shared with his little brother, jj.

jj and luke had watched the whole time ward muttered to himself and snapped at rafe to help him gather his belongings.

ward would mutter things like,

“we don’t have all day.”

“the cuts dangerous, son. i should’ve got you out of here a long time ago.”

“strong boys don’t cry.”

and normally, rafe would stick his chest out and agree with his dad. he’s the oldest, he had to be strong. he was strong. his little brother was watching, he couldn’t let jj down.

but this time? he was sad.

his mom was gone.

forever.

at least, that’s the way ward explained it to him and now rafe couldn’t stop thinking about never seeing his mom again. or how he wouldn’t share a room with his baby brother anymore. who was going to save jj from the shadow at night? that was rafe’s job. he couldn’t protect jj from ward’s house. and now jj was all alone too. he didn’t have rafe or their mom. just like rafe didn’t have jj or his mom either.

rafe just wanted to go home. with his mom. with his baby brother. even if jj was super annoying it felt wrong not having him close.

he remembers his mom sitting him down a couple weeks ago and saying, “this island isn’t kind, rafe. one day you’ll understand that. they think jj is… less than you because he has a different dad and that’s not true my sweet boy. you have to remember that. so when the boys in town pick on him, it’s up to you to watch out for him. to remind them that he’s not less than. and neither are you.”

he still didn’t quite understand what she meant because he had always seen jj as his little brother. nothing else ever came to mind but he had heard a few new terms in the last couple of days that was making his mind start to question.

ward and rose kept muttering “pogue” and “kook” and he didn’t know what those words meant but he knew “pogue” couldn’t be anything good with how his dad basically spit the word out of his mouth like it tasted bad.

rafe didn’t know what to do with himself. he felt lost. scared. alone. and the room he was currently in, his new room, felt uncomfortable.

there wasn’t a huge toy box in the corner stuffed to the brim. there wasn’t a fort in the middle of the room him and jj built one night while they were suppose to be sleeping. there wasn’t a bookcase full of his favorite books. he even missed jj’s orange lava lamp that use to be on their shared nightstand.

it all just felt wrong.

but ward told him this was where he would be staying. this was his home now.

but rafe knew it wasn’t. it couldn’t be.

because his little brother wasn’t here.

his mom wasn’t here.

and they wouldn’t be.

no matter how much he wished for it.

straight remus lupin

the MCD tag on ao3

kittywater

lily evans hate

the marauders hated peter

dumb sirius black

halloween 1981

the new hbo tv show

james cheating on lily

wearing a bra is a personal choice just like wearing any other garment of clothing is. no one is under any obligation to harness their breasts—they are not being “disrespectful” or anything else negative by not wearing a bra. you, however, are being disrespectful if you give people who prefer to go braless shit for doing so.

chapter thirty four - still pogue trash

two months later…

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her phone

your phone buzzes the second you hit the bed, kicking off your shoes and reaching for the blanket draped over your desk chair.

you've had three classes today, plus two hours of studying, and a club meeting mixed in. you're exhausted.

when you see jj's name on your screen, you smile. his conversations were always your favorite way to end a night, anyways.

when you swipe up into the conversation, your smile drops.

'dont freak out but im outside your dorm rn'

your heart races, your mind goes blank. and then, absolute chaos.

youre scrambling for your keys, nearly knocking over a laundry basket and some things off your desk in the process. your pulse is in your throat, your smile tugging wide and unstoppable.

but before you rush out, something catches your eye. taped to the middle of your bulletin board is a piece of paper, edges curled, ink smudged a little at the corner.

still pogue trash, still yours. you're gonna do great. — love, jj

it’s the note he had slipped into your things before you left, a small piece of him to keep with you when you unpacked your dorm room.

you stop. it hits you kind of hard. but youre smiling again because right now, youre at your dream college, happier than ever. and in just a few seconds, you're going to see the boy you're so deeply in love with.

the distance was hard, especially for jj. but between the facetimes and texts and hand written notes he would send you in handwriting so poor you could only laugh, there was never a moment you thought you wouldnt make it.

your phone buzzed again and youre snapped back into reality. with your id and keys to your dorm in hand, you go bounding down two flights of stairs to the lobby of your dorm.

the doors of the dorm swing open, and for a brief moment, everything around you blurs. the world outside is bathed in the warm amber glow of the streetlights, and the air is thick with the scent of rain.

you step onto the sidewalk, the chill of the evening air brushing against your skin, and you stop, suddenly aware of how quiet everything feels. and then, you see him.

he's leaning against his truck, hood pulled up over his messy blond hair, hands tucked into the pockets of his worn zip-up. it's barely enough to ward off the chill of october, but he’s here. jj maybank. the boy you’ve spent the past two months missing. the boy you've spent the last four loving.

“jj!” it comes out breathlessly, an exhale of laughter mixed with disbelief. he looks up just as you reach him, and before he can say anything, you’re crashing into him, arms going around his neck, pressing into the warmth of his body like you’ve been waiting forever for this moment.

"hey, bunny." he murmurs into your shoulder, turning his head to press a single kiss to your neck.

your hands move instinctively to his face, grabbing his chin to meet your eyeline. you trace the lines of his features like you’ve missed them more than you could ever explain. and then you kiss him.

when he pulls back, he looks at you with that familiar, crooked grin, eyes soft but full of something undeniable.

"you know," he says, accompnied with a grin, "i thought i could play it cool, wait 'til you came back... but honestly? i was dying to see you. couldn't hold out another minute."

you smile, fingertips brushing his jaw. “you never were very good at playing it cool, anyway.”

jj laughs under his breath, that familiar, boyish sound that makes your chest ache. “not when it comes to you, no.”

he kisses you again, quick, full of something desperate and lovely. the kind of kiss that makes the world go silent, leaving only the certainty that fills your chest. this. him. forever.

and somewhere, miles away, your parents are probably pissed about this.

perfect.

end.

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note from the author - omg im crying. thank you so much for staying along for the ride, there's enough love in my heart for you to fill oceans. i hope you guys enjoyed this book and the characters as much as i did writing them 🥲🥲

chapter twenty three - somethin’ stupid

at first, when you thought he wanted to drive you somewhere. you hesitated. but once you looked, actually looked, you realized the twinkie was the date.

the side door creaked open, revealing the blankets and pillows scattered across the floor in that messy, endearing way only jj could manage. warm fairy lights looped lazily through the ceiling. a bowl of popcorn sat between a pile of candy bags, like he’d cleaned out an entire gas station just for you.

“what is this?” you asked, taking a few steps closer to get a better view.

you looked at him, and couldn’t help but let the butterflies and warmth rise to your face, breaking out in a smile.

“welcome to the twinkie cinema, where you can watch any movie you want as long as it isn’t the notebook.” jj grins, then waves his arm to usher you inside, throwing himself in and closing the door behind you.

you remembered that time he told you sarah made all their friends sit down and watch the notebook. jj said he’d been traumatized from it, couldn’t stop crying for an hour.

“do you like it?” he asked. he met your eyes for a second, before turning behind him and grabbing a bag of sour patch kids, tearing the bag open.

“love it.” you couldn’t even try to hide the swoon, you were pretty sure it was painted all over your face.

you'd only been watching to all the boys i've loved before for maybe, maybe twenty minutes when jj cut in.

"we should take tips from this, you know, to make our relationship more convincing."

you turned to him, shaking your head as you smiled. "you think so?"

"i mean, the back pocket thing is genius. and i can start writing you little notes. they might be really hard to read 'cause i got shit handwriting, but i'll do it."

"no, we need something that's just for us." you let out a breathy laugh, then shifted to get more comfortable. both of you picked up on the inch closer you were.

us. us. the word made jj's vision go blurry. he wanted to laugh at himself on how easily he got worked up when you did the simpliest things, of what had become of jj maybank, pogue, bad news, playboy.

your smile lingered, soft and easy. you glanced back at him, brows raised when you saw the look on his face. “you okay? you’re doing that thing again.”

jj blinked. “what thing?”

you shrugged, "that spaced out look, like you're not all here."

he let out a soft laugh. but it was shaky, strained "yea, something like that."

because what was he supposed to say? that the twinkle lights hitting your shoulders made him want to forget his name? that your laugh had lodged itself somewhere permanent in his chest? that every single thing you did, every look, every word, made him want things he had no business wanting?

fake. that’s what this was supposed to be. there was nothing fake about this. nothing fake about the way you were looking at him right now, letting all your thoughts cloud in your eyes.

“seriously,” you add, your hand coming to his bare arm and rub it reassuringly, “is something on your mind or—”

he couldnt do it anymore, couldn't hold back and tell himself not to do something stupid. partically, because he couldnt find a reason to not do what he was about to do, even if there were hundreds.

he leaned in, surrendering, letting it finally take over. no more thinking. no more hesitation. just you.

the first press to your lips was soft at first, testing.

you froze for a heartbeat, like the world had stilled. and then you kissed him back, one hand coming up to the side of his neck and braiding itself into his hair.

jj had kissed before, hell, jj had done much more than kiss before. but this one burned. it was warm and a little shaky, full of all the things you weren’t saying.

it was stupid. and risky. and he already knew it was going to wreck him, but he didn’t stop.

he kissed you like he’d been waiting all summer, all year, forever. he pulled you into him like it was life or death.

each moment was sweet and unhurried, filled with giggles that lingered between your lips. smiles that whispered against each other, thumbs brushing softly across cheeks and necks and collarbones.

when he finally pulled away from you, you sighed. "was that to make our story more convincing?"

he smiled, "nah, that was for me." then dipped back down to you.

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FRACTURED TIES PART 13

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social media au, 18+ mdni

pairings: jj x kook!reader, rafe x kook!sofia

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (no details)

summary: By the time Charlotte Langley was 24, she was a proud mom of two sons, Rafe and JJ. While the two boys had different dads, that didn’t stop her from raising them together and teaching them that a blended family could still be a family. The two boys grew up inseparable, always looking out for the other. Life was perfect. But when Rafe turned 7 and JJ was barely 5, Charlotte found out she had a fast growing cancer. The death of the boys’ mother sent the town reeling and what use to be a happy blended family was no more. Ward cut off all contact with the Maybanks and Luke followed suit. Without their mother there to bridge the gap, the brothers grew up resenting the other. Now the two brothers constantly face off in Kildare’s motocross races, the one thing they still share from their childhood. It’s also starting to piss Rafe off that JJ keeps eyeing his childhood best friend. Two brothers. One island. Here we go.

Notes: our girl is ✨feeling✨ this was precious and my motivation for this story is back in full swing! next update will be the race 💕 also redoing the theme so disregard all the reblogs i’m about to do lol let me know your thoughts/theories/concerns! 🧡