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[solyse]

where currents collide

𓂃⋆.˚ Being John B’s sister came with its challenges. After their father’s death, he became overly protective of Viv. Sharing the same group of friends—the Pogues—meant navigating its own complications. Among them, Viv and JJ flirted, though neither had put a label it. Tensions ran high when John B forbade Viv from joining the Pogues at a party. As Viv struggled with being controlled, JJ tried to mediate, but his efforts only made things worse, leaving Viv feeling frustrated. Through anger, Viv finds comfort in a shocking source.

word count 1.4k

Content Warning: Mentions of loss (death of a parent), sibling protection dynamics, light flirtation, mild language, tension/family conflict. Trigger Warning: Protective behavior, emotional tension, and confrontation.

chapter 1: riptide

As I feel the sensation of the warm summer breeze delicately hitting my skin, I tune out the outside noise causing me to only hear ‘Champagne Coast’  blasting in my ears. I came to a silent agreement with myself that I had never been more at peace in my life. 

However, that didn’t last long. 

The sun blurs my vision as I look up, and I see a shadowed figure standing before me, none other than Jj Maybank. He tries to speak, but all I hear are muffled sounds through my headphones. As he continues talking, he motions for me to take one earbud out. I don’t immediately respond, and he misinterprets my silence as ignoring him. With a frustrated sigh, he yanks one of my old, worn-out wired headphones from my ear. I look up at the soaking blonde-haired boy, his abs glistening in the scorching sun catching my attention, but I swiftly redirect my focus back up to his eyes. I thought I got away with admiring the view of him but I was mistaken.

“Viv, My eyes aren’t down here”,  JJ says, giving a soft chuckle while peering down towards his abs. I look at him and scoff at his witty yet flirtatious remark and decide to respond as equals to him, “They might as well be.” 

JJ, not expecting me to respond with such unwavering confidence, this creates a rush of heat to spread throughout his face, it was so slight, the others would have mistaken it for a sunburn, but I knew better. "Easy there, Viv. Keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you’re into me." he countered. This resulted in him forgetting what he originally came to ask me. “So what do you need?” I questioned, to break the silence that had fallen.

“Uhh- yeah…right! A bunch of us are going surfing in a couple, You coming with?” The slight tone in his voice indicated that he wanted me to go. I playfully chuckled at his cute attempt to invite me to go surfing, “Is that even a question?” I shoved my phone into the bottom of my beach bag, signaling that I was ready for him to lead the way toward the vast blue ocean that awaited us. 

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As we loaded up the Twinkie with our beach gear, I made my way to the back of the van. Dramatically, I flopped down across two seats, letting out an exasperated sigh at the thought of all the activities that we had just accomplished today. While John B was strapping the surfboards to the top of the Twinkie, Topper and his friends drove by. I sat in the van, waiting for everyone to finish up, John B climbed into the driver's seat, venting to Pope about how much he hated Topper. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel in frustration, and the van fell into an uneasy silence. John B, clearly unable to make sense of the interaction that had just unfolded between him and the Kook, broke the silence with a determined remark, saying, “Guys I swear we are crashing that figure 8 party tonight. Topper is gonna pay for whatever the fuck hes been saying.” Sarah chiming in as a rebuttal saying, “John B leave it alone, he's not worth it.” JJ interrupting the both of them going back and forth, “I’m with you on that John B.” This left John B frustrated as he drove us back to our house. 

As the sun sets, excitement surges through me at the thought of crashing the Figure 8 party. I picture the Kooks' reactions when we confront Topper, and the chaos that will follow. Exhausted from the day, I stumble into my room, toss my things onto the bed, and head straight to the closet. After digging through my options, I finally settled on an outfit. Grabbing a towel, I make my way to the bathroom and step into the shower. The warm spray hits my skin, and I hear the faint hum of voices from the living room—laughter and chatter as the Pogues cook after a long day at the beach. The air is thick with salt, but inside it is warm, cozy, and familiar. The sounds of cooking and laughter mix with the rhythm of the water, offering a peaceful contrast to the day’s chaos.

Once I'm clean and dressed, I make my way to the living room and sink into the couch with the rest of the Pogues. The air is filled with the easy hum of their random chatter, the kind of conversation that meanders from topic to topic without much care. I grab the cheese burger John B had made for everyone, still warm and comforting in my hands, and take a bite. The flavor mingles with the relaxed atmosphere—familiar, like a moment pulled straight from a summer film. I eat absentmindedly, letting the laughter and casual talk wash over me, feeling right at home among the chaos. My thoughts drift until Pope's voice pulls me back to reality. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he says. “What do you think, Viv?”

I don’t catch his words the first time, still lost in my own head. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask, snapping back to attention.

Pope exhales and repeats himself. “Crashing the kooks' party? I mean... I don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

I give him a look, like he's grown three heads. "Are you crazy? I think that’s the best idea John B’s ever had," I say, shaking my head. 

Pope and I continue to argue playfully, our voices rising as we dig in our heels over whatever the debate is this time. That's when John B, who’s been quietly listening from the sidelines, overhears. He pops his head around the corner and throws me a grin, stepping into the conversation with that familiar swagger. "Who said you were goin'?" he asks, directing the question right at me, his tone a mix of mock and surprise. I laugh, thinking he's just messing around. But John B glances around, his expression serious, and gives me a look that makes it clear he is not joking. "I'm serious, Viv. You're not going,", he restates.

The room falls into an awkward silence at John B's stern comment, exchanging uncertain glances. No one laughs, and the tension lingers, thick and uncomfortable. I take a long look at John B before replying, my tone flat. "Really?" 

"John B, what are you talking about?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, though there is an edge to it. "Of course I’m going. I don’t need anyone telling me what I can or can’t do."

His jaw tightens, and he steps closer, his eyes unwavering. "You’re not gonna be a part of this. It’s too dangerous."

I glared at him, my mind racing. "Dangerous? What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been through worse."

"Not like this," he says, voice low. "This is different. And I’m not lettin’ you walk into it."

For a moment, I stood there, my chest tight with a mix of anger and concern. I know he is looking out for me, but it feels like he is taking all my choices away.

"John B, You can’t protect me from everything. I’m not some fragile thing."

The room hung in an uneasy silence, until Jj broke it with a soft tone, trying to ease the tension. "As much as I hate to say it," he said, glancing at John B, "he's got a point, Viv."

I turned to Jj, my voice serious and tinged with disappointment. "You can't be serious, Jayj." 

I decided to wait for Jj to respond. I shot him a look and stormed off to my room, slamming the door behind me. The others in the living room murmured about it, but Jj stayed quiet, still processing. He finally got up to follow me and knocked on the door, but before he could, I yanked it open, jacket in hand, ready to leave. "Viv, just calm down" he called, stepping in front of me, but I shoved him aside—not violently, but enough to make him step back. Jj quickly stepped in, grabbing in an attempt to restrain me. “Can you fucking not,” I shouted. 

“Can you just listen for one moment! If I’m the one mediating, we reached rock bottom.”, Jj said in a stricken tone. I could tell he was attempting to make things right, that he just wanted me to listen. But I was tired—exhausted, really—from everyone constantly telling me what to do.

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“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

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seeing this made me feel like i just got a letter informing me of my own death

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you are seeing peak gravity falls during billford, i saw it during pinecest/reverse falls. we are NOT the same.

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not friends or lovers but a worse third thing😖

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POV your niece read the journal

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is gravity falls trending everywhere else or am i just an over obsessed freak on tumblr? the world may never know…

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Ford Pines

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i’m ngl how did ford NOT tweak the fuck out after having a situationship w a triangle???? he’s better then me because i’d be in psychosis for the rest of my life

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i think more of us need to talk about the movie mysterious skin. that movie is LITERALLY so good and i love the idea that people can process the same trauma in different ways, however it is also the type of movie that makes one watch enough for a lifetime

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jb prime

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2024? more like 2014

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maybe i’m crazy but even after watching young royals season 3 i will forever be a wille defender. i just GET HIM.

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late nights in the middle of june ♩ ⁺

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never watch brokeback mountain unless you want to commit .

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bring back 2014 :p