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hey, i'd really like to read a sad story. Not the "girl/guy runs away" type, but more like a "I messed up" type or the guy/girl is in a relationship with another person, idk. Anything, really. thx

try the cheating tag for now hope you find something you like!

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Hi(?) Any fanfics where John or maybe the girl is blind? Thank you :)

not that i’ve heard of, but that would be very interesting!

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All time fav John fics that are finished?

sorry i took forever to respond xx

i’ve definitely repeated these, but here goes:

wake up under the sun

don’t give up (on me)   //   white walls

parts of me

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Hey, its great that you're back updating. I cant find any good fanfictions without you haha. So, I was wondering if you know any fanfic with John where the girl likes or loves him and he likes another girl or has a girlfriend or something, a sad story.

i never got a notification when you sent this so sorry if it’s taken me forever to respond!! um, i haven’t read a lot of triangle stories, but sift through the triangle tag and hopefully you find something you like! i feel bad cause this didn’t really help, but i’ll try my best and i’ll post triangle stories like the one you’re looking for if i find some :)

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Sour Grapes

I know it’s been a while…

I trace the dark ink on his tanned skin. There are goose bumps forming on his arm as I run my fingers up and down them. I push my hand up his spine and into his hair. He showered late last night so it’s still soft against my fingers as I twist it around them.

He stirs a little in his sleep before rolling onto his side, facing me yet keeping his eyes closed. I look over his shoulder and frown at the half empty pack of cigarettes on his bedside table. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the lighter sitting beside them. Stupid filthy habits.

“You okay?”

My eyes shoot back to him, but his are still closed and his breathing is still slowed down and peaceful. Sort of. He’s only peaceful sometimes when he’s sleeping.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? Are you okay?” I shoot back quickly, probably too quickly for his liking because his eyes finally open and they trace my face for something to give away. But he should know by now that I’m as good as him when it comes to that game.

“I’m fine.” He mumbles with a shrug, moving closer to me to wrap his arms around my waist. “I could feel you watching me sleep.”

“I wasn’t watching you sleep- “

“Oh and now you’re lying to me too?”

“Why are you being like this? It’s not even midday.” I scoff, pushing his arms off of me as I sit up in bed. I look around the room and cringe. The burgundy floral wallpaper is slightly peeling and the room overall has a stale kind of smell to it. I know I shouldn’t have expected too much from the word ‘motel’ but to be honest I was semi hoping to hear more of a ‘hotel’ whilst we were planning the trip after our city hall wedding ceremony.

Yeah. This is our honeymoon. Oh did I mention that he’s also halfway through a summer Warped Tour? Dream come true, right?

I shouldn’t be so harsh on him. He’s been really busy lately with his solo project and rehearsals and touring and fitting in the time to propose to me and then marry me a week later in downtown Phoenix.

I don’t regret the city hall ceremony thing, though. No, that was the best day of my life and I’m pretty sure it was the best day of his life too, but he doesn’t always show emotions like that but I get him well enough to know by now that he doesn’t need to spell everything out for me for me to know how he’s feeling. It’s one of the reasons I said yes when he asked. I love him.

But these little random moods? Sometimes I could do without them, especially at this time in the morning. Did I mention we were on our one-night honeymoon?

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, reaching out and caressing my arm. “I’m just pissed off that I can’t stay longer than one night. I wanted to do this properly, not just leave you behind the day after marrying you.”

I look down at his hand on my arm. He’s wearing his wedding band on his finger and it gleams under the sunlight that shines through our bedroom window. He doesn’t normally wear it during shows, instead, he wears it on a chain around his neck. He’s not ready to share it with the world because he’s a private guy when it comes to this sort of thing but at the same time he’s not controlling what I do and don’t share. But I’m also enjoying our little bubble and only friends and family knowing about it so I haven’t shared it on social media either.

“To be fair, we got married like, a week ago.” I point out.

He pulls me back down and presses kisses to my neck. “Happy seven days, darlin’.”

“Happy seven days, John. By far one of the best decisions of my life was landing you as a lifelong fuck buddy.” I smirk, kissing him on the lips.

He breaks the kiss with a loud laugh, pulling me tighter against him. “I can’t believe you kiss your mother with that mouth.”

“Oh please,” I scoff, stabbing him in the chest with my finger. “The only mouth I’m kissing from now on, is yours. And maybe Kennedy’s on New Year’s when I’m a little tipsy and you two start looking the same again.”

“Abigail!”

“I’m kidding!” I laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him back down against me. “I only have eyes for you, my heavily inked, very tanned, very talented husband.”

“You forgot sexy. Hot. Gorgeous.” John murmurs into my neck as he buries me into the mattress. It’s not the comfiest thing, but I’m willing to look past that and the stingy motel room for a few more hours with him. He has to leave soon anyway for the bands’ set later on so I’m going to make the most of the time that I have with him. After this I’ll have to go back to Arizona and settle for phone calls and text messages for the next three weeks of our marriage. I’m constantly counting down the days.

“I was saving those,” I insist, looking him in the eyes, “for you to use them on me.”

“I’m so glad I made you my wife. God. It’s about time I did this.” John sighs, pulling back a little. “I’ve been waiting for so long to feel like this.”

I caress the side of his face, locking the memory into my brain for a later date when I don’t have him beside me. “Yeah?” I murmur softly.

He nods, placing a hand over mine and bringing it to his lips. “I got so sick of the loneliness, that I just ended up accepting it, y’know? I was brutish and crass, I made so many stupid mistakes…and all in vain, because it all consumed me, I was so used to it just being all about me that when you came along…you changed the game for me, darlin’.”

John sighs and pulls away, sitting up on the side of the bed. I sit up behind him, sliding my hands over his shoulders. My favourite thing is just to be near him, to touch him, feel him. Especially when he starts feeling like this. The extra drinks and the chain smoking…the too long showers and the hours spent staring at himself in the mirror, picking out each individual flaw.

“I’m here for you.” I shrug. “It’s what you do for the people you love.”

John picks up a cigarette and lights it between his lips. I look at the empty bottle beside his pack and cringe. I can’t help it, it’s a natural reaction by now. “I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“You’re not a pain in the ass. I just wish you’d stop smoking.” I mumble, kissing the back of his shoulder. “You’re killing yourself.”

“Like you’re one to talk. You always take too many pain killers. I doubt that’s hardly good for you.” He shoots back defensively. I try to tell myself that they’re not flaws, just little imperfections that make him who he is. The man that I married.

“Besides, these things don’t kill. If I wanted to die, I’d have- “

“Okay we’re not going there again.” I cut him off quickly, shaking my head as I climb out of bed in only one of his old baseball shirts. “Not on our honeymoon.”

He looks at me with clouds in his eyes. “You married the sour parts too, y’know. It’s not always sweet.”

I stare him down. “Put out the cigarette.”

John just looks at me.

I pull his shirt over my head and say it again. “Put. Out. The. Cigarette.”

He swallows thickly and reaches over to stub the stick into the ashtray that sits on his bedside table. There’s already four cigarette butts in there, crisped and shrivelled up and I’ll be damned if he ends up the same way. “What are you doing?” He croaks, rubbing the back of his neck.

I reach out and take him by the hand before pulling him into the small white bathroom attached to our bedroom. Like I said, it’s a motel so it’s not the most appealing place we’ve stayed, but I’m trying to ignore the mouldy tiles beneath the sink. I turn on the shower and tug on the waistband of his briefs, indicating for him to take them off.

“What are you doing?” He murmurs, eyes trained on the white tiles in the shower. “This thing is tiny.”

“Well I guess it’s good you’re so skinny.” I hum, doing the hard work for him until he’s as bare as I am. I turn the water on and wait for it to heat up before turning back to him. “We did an incredible thing- we got married. And I know in a couple of hours we have to part ways and I have to go back to Arizona and you have to move on to the next city, but for now, right now, we’re having a shower together. We’re going to celebrate everything that’s happened over the past couple of weeks whether that’s getting married or your solo project or whatever, we’re going to enjoy the next couple of hours. And this isn’t me hiding the difficult stuff, I’m just putting that aside for now. I’d never hide any part of you John, not even the stuff that makes me want to cry just thinking about it. Because I love you and that’s why I married you in the city hall in front of our best friends and family. So get in the damn shower and celebrate that with me.”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me under the water. He leans down and presses his lips back against mine. Home. It doesn’t matter what state or city or even what shitty motel we’re in. I have him and that’s all I need.

“Nothing about you is sour, darlin’.”

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Jess Daniels is all work an no play, always putting work before her dreams. A weekend back home will leave her intoxicated by the thought of him. Will he help her with her dream, or just simply get in the way?

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Any fanfics with Vito?

not that i have read. anyone else know of any???

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im looking for a story and i dont remember what its called its called something like "life isnt so bad" or "life isnt all that bad" or something but its mainly w garrett and this girl that moved across the street from him w her mom i didnt get too far in it but if youre able to find it can you link it to me?

i found it!!! life isn’t all that bad

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Cheyenne and John practically grew up together. From the start they always had each other's backs - whether it was getting back at a bully for tripping the other in the hallway in middle school, or making sure neither was alone at night when sadness was wreaking havoc in their lives. What started off as a loyal friendship gradually turned into love. They were the couple everyone envied. From jam sessions at three in the morning to constant road trips together, even the half-drunk deep conversations after nights of partying, their bond grew and grew. It was a unique love, one that was rare to find. When Cheyenne discovers something that could possibly ruin John's career and both their lives, she leaves. She packs up her things in the middle of the night and never speaks to her friends again, except for Emma, her best friend. Cheyenne runs away to Los Angeles, where she suffers a horrible loss and slowly slips away from her old self. Once rescued from her old habits and living healthy again with the help of current boyfriend Ben, she heads home to Phoenix after being gone for three years. Cheyenne hopes the three months home will pass by without any trouble, but as her dark secrets begin to unravel, she finds that she can only find comfort in the one person she hurt the most.

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Conceived. Carried. Born. Nursed. Grown. Taught. Given. Taken. Dead. John O'Callaghan knows he is going to die. He even calculated the seconds it is until he breathes his last breath. But what he can't quite get his head around is the way that stranger looked at him. The stranger that plagues his dreams.

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HEY people have been shipping John and Joel Kanitz for a long time now haven't they? There's gotta be some fics of them please oh my god.

i honestly haven’t seen any fics yet, but i will keep a look out

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what sequel did yoh start?

one to this

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Kennedy Brock fics??

i actually just started a sequel not even 20 minutes ago. thats so weird. anyway…try our kennedy tag and such if you havent.

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Everly Lachlan needed saving. She just didn't realize how badly she needed to be saved.

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Don't want to be a stranger Want to be the one you need I can be your world, your life Your lover, all for free All the little things come back The things we used to be Nobody can take us down there It's only you and me

And without you I can't be You're the universe to me You're the air in my lungs You're the fields where I run You're the sky where I'm floating It's you, you, you It's you, woah -Strangers ; Seven Lions