#chase strokes obx

[bratsygirlsworld]

jj & john b def smell radioactive

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!readers on hot ones

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this is based partially off of the new hot ones interview with the obx cast. just imagine drew and actress!reader are on opposite teams rather than drew being the question person lol. yall really seemed to like the last interview-fic i did so voila <3

“I’m already sweating.” Madison said, fanning herself as they filed into the studio. Lights and a white backdrop surrounded a table covered with wings, four chairs on each side. They’d already been briefed on how things were going to go, the eight of them divided into two teams and answering questions, their answers deciding whether or not they’d be subjected to one of the very hot wings laid out in front of them.

Drew came up behind y/n, pulling out her chair for her before heading to his own seat opposite her. She smiled at him, soothing her dress down as the rest of the cast sat down. Madelyn, Rudy, and Carlacia took seats on her team whereas Drew sat with Chase, Madison, and JD opposite them.

“You better not be expecting me to go easy on you, Starkey.” Y/n grinned, resting her chin in her hands as she looked at the man across from her, his eyes crinkling as a smile crept across his face.

“You better not be expecting me to go easy on you, my love.” Drew raised his eyebrows teasingly.

“Ok, are we ready?” One of the producers asked, to which the cast responded with excited (or perhaps anxious) cheers. The camera focused in on Chase, who reached and spun the bottle of hot sauce sitting in front of them, the ultimate decider of which team would go first. It spun for a moment before landing on Madelyn, her teammates erupting with hollers as Chases picked up one of the cards.

“Alright, Mr. Rudy,” Chase smiled cheekily. “Outer Banks has hooked viewers with its countless twists and turns, however, name one storyline you think should’ve never made it out of the writers room.”

Everyone let out some groans and giggles as Rudy began to lose himself in thought… and continued and continued to think.

“Is there a time limit on these?” JD quipped, causing Rudy to roll his eyes, stroking his chin in playful contemplation.

“This is off to a great start.” Y/n said, elbowing Rudy lightly.

“Ok, ok!” Rudy said. “I’d say… I wish they didn’t switch to the second treasure so fast. They should’ve stuck at the first treasure longer.”

“That sounds like an answer to me!” Carlacia clapped as the team opposite them picked up their wings with a groan. They each took a bite, chewing for a second before they all reached for the drinks in front of them.

“Shit.” Drew swore as he took a long sip of milk, his cheeks already beginning to flush a bright red.

“Don’t worry there’s more where that came from.” Y/n grinned as Drew shook his head. Y/n reached in front of her, grabbing another one of the question cards.

“Oh, JD,” Y/n read in a sing-song voice, “Outer Banks centers around a group of teenagers, but our cast ranges from 24 to 33 years old. Which of your costars is the least convincing teenager?”

The table erupted into “oohs” as JD surveyed his co-stars, a nervous grin on his face before his gaze landed on Chase.

“I think I have to say Mr Chase Stokes.” JD chuckled.

“Is it because of the beard?” Chase teased as y/n and her team picked up the wings in front of them. With a deep breath, y/n took a bite, her mouth immediately bursting with heat. With a groan, she reached for the ice water in front of her, hoping to soothe the fire in her throat as her eyes began to water.

“No more jokes, baby?” Drew asked as y/n fanned herself off with her hand. Y/n rolled her eyes, tossing the old question card at him. Drew picked the next card, his gaze locking onto the girl in front of him.

“Oh, perfect. Y/n,” Drew began, “part of Outer Banks’ charm is the chemistry between the cast. That being said, who here is the worst scene partner?”

“Oh no!” Y/n groaned, putting her face in her hands as the table broke out in gasps and laughter. She stole a glance at the second wing in front of her, royally coated in fiery hot sauce before thinking of an answer.

“Ok, ok! I’m going to answer, but,” y/n said with an anxious giggle, “you have to let me explain!”

Her co-stars leaned in, each of them with looks of anticipation covering their faces as y/n sat up straighter in her seat.

“My answer is…” y/n paused for dramatic affect, chewing at her bottom lip nervously, “Drew, but—”

Everyone erupted into shrieks and laughter, Drew’s jaw dropping at his girlfriend’s answer. Madelyn covered her mouth, locking eyes with Carlacia before they both turned to y/n.

“No, no, no! You have to let me explain!” Y/n reached across the table, grabbing Drew’s hand, his mouth still agape.

“This is going to be good.” Rudy chuckled.

“He’s not a bad scene partner, he is just so different from Rafe and always makes me laugh, so it takes us a million takes to get a scene done!” Y/n clarified, Drew’s shocked expression melting into a small smile.

“See, you’re just such a funny guy and I love you so much that it makes it hard to do scenes with you. It’s a compliment, really, baby.” Y/n finished with a quirk of her eyebrows, her costars swooning as the couple gazed at each other softly.

“Good save, good save.” JD teased as he and his team reached for another hot wing. The game continued for several more rounds, various questions, and, of course, lots of spicy wings, until they finally made it to the finale.

The table was moved out, their seats being arranged in a circle for a cutthroat game of musical chairs that would ultimately determine the winner of the game. Round after round, the numbers dwindled until one chair and two players remained: y/n and Drew.

“No mercy, y/n!” Madelyn shouted from the side as y/n and Drew rounded the chair slowly.

“C’mon Starkey boy!” Chase cheered. Y/n looked up for a moment, her eyes meeting with Drew’s as the music suddenly stopped. Before she knew it, Drew’s arms wrapped around her torso, lifting her off her feet with a shriek. He quickly sat down in the chair, pulling her down with him, and winning the game.

“Sorry baby,” Drew smirked, pressing a kiss to y/n’s cheek. Y/n groaned playfully, tossing her head back to rest on Drew’s shoulder as the two of them laughed in the chair.

“You’re lucky I love you, Starkey.” Y/n grinned, kissing Drew’s jaw.

“Do you? Do you really?” Drew teased, nuzzling his nose into the crook of y/n’s neck, causing her to squeal with laughter. In all her life, y/n would’ve never expected that she in all her competitive nature would be ok with losing a competition, but here she was, happy as ever.

[ervotica]

early morning loving

pairing; john b. routledge x fem!reader

summary; john b counts your freckles in the early morning light; 0.5k words

tags; fluff, established relationship (mans is underrated in his own show so here’s some john b love!)

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The morning is still young in the Chateau.

You wake slowly, in a tangle of tanned limbs; your neck is strangled by a firm grip, cheek smushed against something hard and warm. Your eyes feel glued shut, and when you peel them open, sticky lashes kissing at the corners, you're met with a soundly sleeping John B.

You shuffle sideways and prop yourself up on your elbow to gaze at him through tired eyes. You think this might be the longest he's slept in a while. Even unconsciously, he chases your warmth, brow knit as he follows you on your short journey to the other side of the bed. You watch his face, the change in his expression again as you work your way into his chest, the way his jaw falls slack as you press a kiss to his cheek with honey glazed lips.

You fall back into his arms like second nature, just settling to succumb to another bout of sleep when he stirs, groaning.

"Hi," he murmurs, a deep croak stuck in his throat as he rolls to face you this time. The light that pours in through the cracked window casts shapes and shadows over his smiling face.

"Hi, handsome," you tease, still tucked in tight against his chest as he stares down at you with an intensity that has the power to unnerve; you only grin in return, used to his unwavering passion towards everybody he loves. "Sleep okay?"

He hums noncommittally and traces a faint line across the bridge of your nose with his finger. Your face scrunches with unbridled affection, hands finding their way to his unruly mop of hair as they often do; you card your fingers through the dark tresses, nails scratching at his scalp, thumbs working out the frown lines in his forehead.

His palms are warm against your face as he smooths your worry lines. You lean into his touch, soft and pliable with sleep when he tilts your chin up and towards him for a kiss.

Your lashes flutter at the feeling of his lips on yours and you push into his space, crowding him with an arm either side of his head. He pays no mind, just happy to have you close. When you pull back, you needle into his warm body, under his arm with your temple against his shoulder. From this angle he can see your whole face, every freckle and blemish, every crease and twitch of your features. His pinky finger strokes up and down, side to side, coasting every inch of your face. You catch him mumbling to himself.

"What're you doing?" you laugh, your smaller fingers splaying over his wrist and rubbing a circle into the protruding bone.

"Counting your freckles. You've got lots of 'em."

Your eyes fall closed at his adoring touches and you hook your arms around his neck; foreheads together, noses bumping against each other. He smiles, big with all his teeth, and pulls at your eyelid until you're looking at him again. You're smitten, all sticky soft and lovesick.

When he tilts forward for another kiss, who are you to say no?

[fluenzed]

AFTER OBX-JJ MAYBANK FANFICTION PART1

fanfiction | jj maybank | alternative ending | obx4 | 3827words

warning : mention of sex, alcohol, drugs and spoilers.

This is the first story I've written, so please be kind and understanding! English isn't my first language, so feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes or if something is unclear.

Enjoy! ♡

♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔⋄ 𓍯 ♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ 𓍯♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𓍯

summary:

— two years ago, JJ maybank faked his own death with the help of an accomplice. John B's words still messing with his head

"Yes JJ, that's all your fault"

And JJ knew he was right. Wherever JJ was going, chaos followed him. That's why he made the choice of faking his death. So his friends could live a more peaceful life, and if the the price to pay was not being a part of their lives anymore, JJ was ready to do anything.

"Pain is temporary, freedom is forever" said JJ to his accomplice.

♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ 𓍯♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ 𓍯♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𓍯♡̶ ̇。୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ 𓍯

CHAPTER 1 'in fact, you seem pretty normal—but i can tell you're broken'

2 years ago, Morocco.

The Last Act of JJ Maybank

Morocco was supposed to be their last adventure. After years of chasing treasure and dodging danger, the Pogues had found something extraordinary: the legendary blue crown of a Spanish king, said to be worth more than any treasure they'd ever imagined.

But with great treasure came even greater danger.

The crown had brought them more

enemies than they could count, and this time, it wasn't just about survival. JJ Maybank knew that their lives would never be normal if they kept living like this.

The Pogues deserved better. Sarah and John B deserved to raise their family without fear. Kiara, Pope, and Cleo deserved lives where they could dream bigger than running from danger. JJ felt it deep in his bones: the chaos always seemed to follow him. He had to

end the cycle, no matter the cost.

In a hidden riad at the edge of the city, JJ sat across from Groff. The man was a mercenary, a treasure hunter who cared about one thing: profit. He'd been on their tail since they discovered the crown, and the Pogues hated him with a passion. That made him the perfect accomplice.

"

You want the crown?" JJ asked, pulling the velvet-wrapped artifact from his backpack. Groff's eyes lit up, his greedy smirk confirming everything JJ already knew about him.

"That's what I've been after all this time, Maybank. Hand it over, and maybe I'll consider sparing you and your friends."

JJ gave a dry laugh. "No, this isn't a negotiation. You get the crown, but on one condition —you help me disappear."

Groff raised an eyebrow. "Disappear?"

"I need you to make it look like you killed me. Stab me, just enough to make it real, but not enough to kill me. Leave the rest to me."

Groff leaned back in his chair, stroking his stubble as he considered. "And why the hell would I do that?"

"Because once you stab me, the Pogues will think I'm dead, and they'll stop running. You'll have the crown, and they'll vanish. Everybody gets what they want."

Groff chuckled darkly. "That's twisted, even for you. But it works. Fine. I'll do it. But if I miss and you die, don't haunt me."

JJ slid the crown across the table. "Just stick to the plan, and you'll never hear from me again."

The Pogues had agreed to meet in a courtyard near the edge of the medina, far from the bustling souks and prying eyes. JJ arrived early, his heart pounding as he scanned the

area.

This was the last time he'd see them—not alive, anyway.

He heard footsteps behind him.

Groff emerged from the shadows, his hand resting on the

hilt of a small but deadly-looking knife. "You ready for this?"

JJ took a deep breath, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Just do it quick."

Groff stepped closer, the blade gleaming in the faint light. "You'll want to brace yourself. This is gonna hurt."

Before JJ could respond, Groff plunged the knife into his side, just below the ribs, exactlywhere they had planned. Pain shot through JJ's body, stealing the air from his lungs. He staggered backward, clutching at the wound as blood spilled over his fingers. Groff pulled

the knife free, leaving JJ gasping as he collapsed to the ground.

Groff smirked, wiping the blade on his jacket. "Good luck, kid," he muttered before vanishing into the night.

Kiara arrived moments later, her heart stopping as she saw JJ lying in a pool of blood.

"JJ!" she screamed, running to him and dropping to her knees. She cradled his head in her lap, her hands trembling as she pressed them against the wound. "No, no, no. Stay with me. Don't you dare leave me!"

JJ's vision blurred, but he forced himself to focus on her face. "Kie... I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice faint and pained.

"Don't apologize! You're gonna be fine. You hear me?" Kiara's tears fell freely as she tried to stop the bleeding.

The rest of the Pogues arrived in a rush. John B froze, his face pale as he took in the scene. "JJ, no. This isn't happening."

Pope knelt beside Kiara, his hands shaking as he reached for JJ's arm. "We need to get help. We can—"

"Too late," JJ rasped, cutting him off. He looked at each of them, his heart breaking as he saw their faces. "I... I love you guys."

Kiara sobbed, clutching him tighter. "Don't you dare say goodbye, JJ. Don't you dare."

But JJ's eyes fluttered shut, and his body went limp. His breathing slowed, then stopped.

"No!" Kiara cried, shaking him. "JJ, come back! Please!"

The Pogues were frozen in shock, their grief raw and overwhelming. JJ Maybank, their brother, their rock, was gone.

__________________________

The Pogues buried JJ in a small cemetery outside the city, their hearts shattered. Kiara placed a single flower on the grave, her tears falling silently. She didn't speak; none of them did. There were no words for the weight of their loss.

"

We have to go," Sarah finally said, her voice thick with emotion. "This place isn't safe anymore."

John B nodded, his jaw tight. "He'd want us to get out of here. To keep living."

With heavy hearts, they left Morocco that night, vanishing into the unknown. They promised to live quieter lives, free from the chaos that had taken JJ from them.

Hours after the Pogues left, Groff helped JJ to his feet in a hidden safe house. JJ's wound was bandaged, but the pain still burned.

"You're lucky I didn't miss," Groff said, tossing JJ a water bottle.

JJ leaned against the wall, staring out at the darkened horizon. "They'll think I'm gone.That's what matters."

Groff smirked. "You really think this'll give them peace?"

JJ didn't answer. He didn't know. But he had to believe it would. His friends were free,and that was enough for him.

As Groff disappeared into the night with the blue crown, JJ sat alone, staring at the horizon. His heart ached for the life he'd left behind, but he knew it was the only way to protect the people he loved.

CHAPTER 1

**Chapter 1: Two Years Gone**

The faint hum of a fishing boat engine buzzed in the distance, muffled by the thick air of a chilly evening in Porto. JJ sat hunched behind the counter of the bait and tackle shop, pencil gripped loosely in his hand as he scribbled notes on an inventory sheet. The smallroom smelled of saltwater and rust, the only constants in his new life. The shop was cramped, walls stacked high with fishing nets, rusty tools, and jars of bait, but it had become his world.

He hadn't seen his old friends in two years—not since he faked his death to give them the peace he thought they deserved. He didn't blame them for their heartbreak, but the guilt still weighed heavy. Their lives were better without him. At least that's what he told

himself. The truth? JJ knew he'd messed up. He'd become a burden, always draggingthem into chaos.

With every letter and number scrawled onto the paper, he tried to push the memoriesaway, but the sting of John B's words lingered like a wound that refused to heal: _"It was all my fault."_

A sudden jingle of the doorbell snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up, squinting at the figure entering. A brunette stood in the doorway, looking slightly frazzled, her eyes darting around the cluttered shop before landing on him.

"Hi, um," she began, hesitating. "I kinda... crashed my dad's boat. And my friends—they told me you're good at this kind of stuff. So, here I am." Her smile was awkward, almost

apologetic.

JJ leaned back, raising an eyebrow. Her tone annoyed him.

"What did you just say?" he asked flatly.

"I need you to fix my dad's boat," she repeated, her words laced with panic now.

JJ smirked, leaning forward on the counter. "Maybe if you ask me nicely, I'll think about it. For now, I'm just minding my own business."

"Please," she said immediately, stepping closer. Her voice softened, her panic giving way to sincerity.

JJ studied her for a moment, his lips curling into a sarcastic smile. "Better."

She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "It's my dad's boat. He's out of town for a few days for work, and it's... it's everything to him. He's a fisherman. That boat's his livelihood."

JJ nodded, his expression neutral. "What happened?"

Her cheeks flushed. "I kinda crashed it into a pontoon. With some friends. Last night."

JJ laughed, shaking his head. "Let me guess—wanted to show off but didn't know how to drive. Classic."

Her lips tightened. "No. I know how to drive, thanks. We were just... drunk."

JJ didn't hide his disdain as he shoved his inventory sheet into a drawer. "Drunk.Figures." He grabbed a half-empty beer can off the counter and took a swig. "Alright, let's go see this masterpiece of yours."

Outside, the air was crisp, the smell of brine and diesel thick as they walked to the dock.The boat sat there, listing slightly to one side. JJ inspected it carefully, running his hands over the damaged hull.

"Engine's fine," he said, more to himself than to her. "That's good—for you, not for me. Icould've made a fortune off you if it was busted. Looks like just bodywork damage. Won'ttake long."

"Thank you," she said, her tone warmer now. "Um... what's your name?"

"Jackson," JJ replied, pausing for a beat before adding, "But just call me J."

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'm Alex, by the way. Since you didn't ask." JJ didn't respond. He walked back to the shop to grab his tools, and Alex followed.

As he got to work, she perched on a nearby bench, watching him in silence. Occasionally, she asked questions or tried to make conversation, but JJ kept his responses short, his focus

on the boat.

By the time the sun began to set, the job was done.

"Well," JJ said, wiping his hands on a rag. "All fixed."

"Thank you, J," Alex said, her relief evident.

JJ started putting his tools away when he noticed Alex trying to help. "No—" he began, but she'd already nicked her finger on a sharp piece of metal.

"Shit," she muttered, clutching her hand.

JJ rolled his eyes, grabbing her wrist to inspect the cut. "Couldn't just sit still, huh? It's not bad, but we need to clean it. Metal cuts can be nasty."

He closed the shop quickly and led her to his place—a small, dilapidated shed tucked behind the dock. Unlocking the door, he hesitated for a second, glancing at her as if bracing for judgment. The inside was as bleak as the outside: dark, cluttered, and cold.

Alex said nothing, but the pity in her eyes was unmistakable. JJ ignored it, grabbing a first aid kit and motioning for her to sit on the lone chair.

He cleaned the wound and wrapped it with a bandage, avoiding her gaze the entire time.

"There you go," he said finally, stepping back.

"Thanks," she replied softly. A beat of silence passed before she added, "You know what?Let me make you dinner."

JJ frowned. "No, thanks. I'm good."

"I don't take no for an answer," Alex said with a playful grin, standing before he could protest further. "You'll see—I'm a great cook."

JJ sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Just... don't burn the place down."

The salty breeze of the Douro River filled the air as JJ guided the freshly repaired boat through the gentle current. Alex sat beside him, quiet for once, her eyes focused on the path ahead. She had

insisted that JJ take the helm this time—she didn't want to risk damaging her dad's beloved boat again.

JJ's hands were steady on the wheel, the rhythm of the engine lulling him into a rare calm. His focus on the water allowed him a brief escape from the relentless noise in his head. When they

reached the dock near Alex's house, he carefully hitched the boat and extended a hand to help her step off.

"Thanks," she said softly as they started walking toward her house.

The neighborhood was modest but charming. Alex's house stood at the end of the street, painted a warm yellow with clay roof tiles that gave it a cozy, lived-in feel.

As they approached, Alex spoke, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

"My dad's a fisherman," she said. "We're originally from Brighton. My mum was English, but my dad's half-Portuguese. He always missed being here—this country, this town. They met in

Brighton when he followed the fish trade, fell in love, and settled there. He promised her he'd stay as long as she wanted. But when she passed..." Alex hesitated, her voice softening. "He kept his

promise to her in a way. Said he'd raise me somewhere he could be happy, too. So here we are."

JJ glanced at her but stayed quiet. He wasn't sure what to say—talking about loss wasn't exactly his strong suit.

Alex unlocked the door and stepped inside, flipping on a light. The house immediately felt warm, a sharp contrast to JJ's drafty shed. The scent of spices and the faintest trace of sea air hung in the

air. JJ noticed how every corner seemed to have a personal touch: photographs on the walls, knitted blankets over chairs, and little trinkets scattered throughout. It felt... alive.

"Nice place," JJ said, nodding appreciatively. "Way better than mine."

Alex smirked, choosing not to comment. Instead, she headed straight for the fridge, pulling out two beers.

She popped the caps and handed one to JJ.

JJ grinned. "Oh, now we're talking."

"I figured as much," Alex said with a smirk, sitting at the small kitchen table. "You made, what, three or four beer breaks while working today?"

JJ chuckled, taking a long sip. "What can I say? It helps when you're messed up like me." Heraised the bottle in a mock toast. "Cheers."

Alex clinked her bottle against his and took a sip. "You don't seem that messed up to me. In fact..." She tilted her head, studying him. "You seem pretty normal."

JJ raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if she was trying to be funny or if she genuinely believed that. Before he could respond, Alex added softly, "But you do look broken."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His expression hardened, and he looked away. "This,"he said, holding up the beer, "helps with that."

"It doesn't," she replied simply, taking another sip.

"Wow," JJ said, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You're a real buzzkill, aren't you?" Alex laughed, unbothered by his defensive tone. She could see past the bravado and sarcasm.

"Well," she said, changing the subject, "I hope you like lasagna, because mine is the best."

She began pulling ingredients from the fridge, talking as she cooked. She shared more about her life: growing up in Brighton, moving to Porto, and her close bond with her father.

JJ, on the other hand, made up everything about himself. He told her he used to live in Australia, that he loved surfing and fishing, and that he moved here to enjoy the simplicity of it all. It was vague, but

Alex didn't push for more.

By the time they finished eating, JJ was nursing a glass of rum, the alcohol slowly loosening his already thin emotional armor. Alex washed the dishes, occasionally glancing at him with a mixture

of curiosity and concern.

Finally, she said, "You know, my dad won't be back for at least two weeks. If you want... maybe you could sleep in his boat? At least it's warmer than your—"

JJ's expression shifted immediately, his jaw tightening. "Why would I do that?" he interrupted, his voice cold.

Alex hesitated, taken aback by his sudden change in tone. "I just thought—"

"Oh, I see," JJ said sharply, standing up. "You feel sorry for me, huh? Look, I don't need your pity. The only reason I let you into my life today was because you were bleeding."

"That's not what I meant," Alex said, her voice rising slightly in frustration.

"Thanks for the beer. Dinner was great." JJ grabbed his jacket, avoiding her gaze. "But I'm out."

"J—" Alex called after him, but he was already out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

She stood there, stunned and frustrated. She hadn't meant to offend him; she just wanted to help. Sighing, she locked the door, cleaned the last of the dishes, and went to bed, her thoughts

tangled with the strange, guarded man who had just walked out of her life.

____________

The beach was alive with music and laughter, a stark contrast to JJ's dim, solitary existence. He hadn't planned on attending the party but found himself there anyway, drawn by the promise of

alcohol and perhaps a fleeting escape from his own mind. Perched against the wall of a weathered beach hut, a joint balanced between his lips, JJ stared out at the crowd. His thoughts drifted to

another time, another beach—his friends gathered around a fire, their laughter echoing into the night. The memory tightened like a vise around his chest.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the images. They were too painful now. Instead, he let his eyes

roam over the crowd, watching strangers flirt, laugh, and dance under the string lights. It was then he saw her.

Alex.

She moved through the party like she didn't quite belong, but her radiant smile and easy confidence drew people to her anyway. Her long brown hair swayed as she laughed at something someone said,

her green eyes glowing under the soft light. JJ couldn't look away.

There was something magnetic about her, something that reminded him of the life he once had but had long since lost.

Then, he noticed a shift. A man approached her—tall, broad-shouldered, and visibly drunk. The man grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the crowd. JJ frowned, his grip tightening around the

joint.

Something wasn't right.

He followed them at a distance, his steps careful and quiet as the man led Alex farther from the beach, down a poorly lit alley. JJ's gut churned.

"Louis, please," Alex said, her voice trembling.

"That's okay, baby," he murmured, backing her against the wall. "You don't have to be shy."

JJ's fists clenched as he saw Louis's hands moving over her, ignoring her attempts to push him away. Alex's voice grew more desperate, "Louis, stop—you're drunk."

He didn't stop.

"Come on, Alex. I know you want it too," Louis whispered, ignoring her pleas. Hepressed himself closer, holding her wrists as she struggled. "I saw you looking at me earlier."

JJ's blood boiled, and without a second thought, he flicked the joint to the ground and stepped out of the shadows, grabbing Louis by the shoulder and throwing him off her.

"J!" Alex gasped, relief flooding her voice as she saw him.

JJ clenched his jaw, his expression cold and furious. "Sorry, was I interrupting something?" he sneered.

Louis stumbled, regaining his footing with a smirk. "Oh, yeah, you sure did. We were just getting started."

"Oh yeah?" JJ's eyes darkened, fists tightening. Before Louis could react, JJ's fist connected with his cheek in a powerful blow, snapping his head back.

"You sick little—" he punched him again, sending Louis reeling.

"J! Stop!" Alex screamed, her voice panicked.

JJ shot her a look, smirking darkly. "I'm just getting started, baby!." He turned back to Louis, raising his fist again, but Alex grabbed his arm.

"Please, J, let's go," she whispered, pulling him back.

JJ took a steadying breath, his gaze never leaving Louis, who was now slumped on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth. "Do that again, and next time, I'll kill you," he growled, giving Louis a hard pat on the back.

"Have a good night, my friend," he added mockingly, lifting his arms

as he turned away with Alex.

They walked back toward the beach in silence, weaving through empty streets until they reached JJ's car. JJ unlocked the door and opened it.

"

Thank you," Alex whispered, looking down at the ground, staying still as she didn't know what to do.

JJ nodded, unsure what to say. They stood in silence for a moment before Alex turned to leave.

"See you around, I guess?" she mumbled, starting to walk away.

JJ frowned "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going home?"

"You're going home alone? After that?" He shook his head. "Get in. I'll drive you."

She looked at him, surprised, but eventually smiled and climbed into the car. As JJ started the engine, Alex let out a gasp, noticing his bruised knuckles.

"Oh my god, the blood on your hand," she said.

JJ scoffed. "It's not even mine. Don't make a big deal out of it."

"We should clean it up," she insisted.

"I know how to take care of myself," he muttered, brushing her concern aside. But he drove her home anyway.

Once they arrived, Alex got out and motioned for him to follow.

"Come on, we need to clean your

hands."

JJ sighed, hesitating. "I told you, I'm fine."

"Come on," she insisted. "You did something for me, so let me do something for you."

He rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smirk. "Alright, fine. Can't have you annoying me about this all night."

"Yep," she said, hopping out of the car when they reached her house. "Now, come on."

They stepped inside, and JJ couldn't help but glance around. Her home was still as warm and inviting as he remembered, filled with the same feeling of calm he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Sit," Alex instructed, pointing to the edge of the bathtub. He sat, for the first time, JJ let the silence stretch, watching her closely.

as she grabbed a cloth, wet it, and began to clean his hands gently. Her touch was careful, and JJ found himself relaxing, letting his guard down for a moment.

After a few minutes, he asked, "Who was he?"

She paused before answering. "My ex-boyfriend. We broke up a while ago, but he... doesn't seem to get it." Her voice softened. "I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up. So,

thank you."

JJ looked down, feeling something he couldn't quite identify. "Well... I should probably get going," he said, shifting his weight awkwardly.

Alex gave him a soft smile, her green eyes reflecting gratitude and something else. "You're welcome here anytime, you know."

He nodded, returning the hint of a smile before standing up.

"See you around, then"

[nymphie-mama]

reputation

pairing: John B Routledge x Maybank!reader

summary: in which john b has a reputation of being good in bed, and Y/N wants proof. 

warnings: car sex, vaginal sex, kissing, john b is a whore, underage drinking/somewhat drunk sex, squirting

A/N: reader is JJ’s sister,,, yes I know this is not an ideal family situation but it works best for the scenario 

WC: 903

John B is good in bed; at least that’s the word in figure eight. Y/N has heard the rumors about her and her brother’s best friend when it came to his area of expertise. John B and the guys found it hilarious, the reputation he had built for himself; whereas Y/N found herself clammy at the mention. 

Not because John B was her friend, but because she was jealous of the girls who had a chance with him. She was sure he saw her as a sister, the same way he saw JJ as a brother. Even after Big John disappeared, it wasn’t uncommon for Y/N and her brother to find girls entering and leaving the chateau on the weekend. She couldn’t help but be envious; those girls should’ve been her. 

However, she finds herself just somewhat tipsy at a party, as well as particularly hostile. John B is tipping his ear towards a girl’s mouth and grinning away. Her face heated up familiarly as she stared and downed the last of her drink; barely swallowing before making her way across the beach to him. Swallowing her pride aligns with it. Miraculously, his eyes meet hers and proceed to look her up and down, a grin forming into a smirk. 

“Hey, JB?” she asked, putting on her most innocent doe eyes and high pitch, “I hate to interrupt this little thing, but I need to talk to you.” Y/N grabbed his hand, pulling him away, but he didn’t protest. 

“What’s up, Y/N?” he said, laughing as they walked between two houses, Y/N putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning him against the side of the house. “Wow, were you jealous?”

“Shh- I really hope the rumors are true, or this will be worth nothing,” she said, attaching her mouth to his, waiting for him to let go. 

“JJ is going to kill me for this,” he said, mouth barely off of hers before deepening it. His hands wrapped around her waist, cupping her ass. She welcomed him, pushing her body closer to his and putting her hands in his long hair. Her thigh, touching his just right could feel his cock getting hard beneath her. 

They continued kissing for a few moments; hearts thumping heavily and in sync until John B pushed himself off the wall and brought her legs around his waist, not quite breaking the kiss. 

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N laughed, putting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Twinkie. Much better than the side of a random person’s house.” He set Y/N back on her feet to unlock and open the back of the van and got her in it gently, crawling in after her. He brought his hands under her shirt, making her gasp at the warm sensation. She lay down in the van, his mouth coming back to hers, this time with more hunger and his grip on her to tighten. 

As his hand slid down to her hip, her back arched just a little, “Please, John B.”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked, propping himself on his elbow, licking his lips, and gazing at her with dark eyes. 

“It’s all I want.” Maybe it was her intoxication fading, but she was only now realizing how out of character she was being. Too late now. 

John B rushed to take off his jeans and boxers, his hard cock springing against his abdomen before he put on a condom and pull off her clothes. Left in her bra and panties, he admired her, smiling before hooking his fore and middle finger in the hem of her underwear and dragging his ring finger through her folds. “You’re so wet, Y/N. Because of me?” he teased. 

“Stop teasing,” she said, bucking her hips at him. He discarded her panties elsewhere, aligning his head with her entrance and slowly sinking in. His hands fell to her sides on the floor of the car, hers on his chest and legs wrapping around him so he’d be closer. “Oh, my god.”

He bottomed out in her, waiting for a sign to move. “Ready?”

“Please, move,” she said, interrupted by a gasp as he pulled almost the whole way out and snapped his hips back to hers. It didn’t take long before he found a rhythm that made her gasp and whine with every hit. 

“You sound so pretty,” he said, not stopping his snaps, “Am I making you feel good, sweetheart?” 

“God, yes,” she whined, back arching up to him as the coil in her stomach started to snap, “Keep doing that.” His thrusts were perfect, hitting her spongy spot every time. 

“Does this feel good?” he said, his finger running circles over her sensitive nerves. Before she could say anything, her body answered for her as the band snapped and her release split over on him. He chuckled, only a few more thrusts and he came too, sighing as he finished. 

“Did I just-” she stared at her slick on his legs.

“Oh my god,” he said, looking down as well, “you did. Let’s go home and get you to do that again, wow.”

Y/N threw on Her shirt and panties, getting into the front seat of the van, while John B hurriedly put on his boxers and started the car, speeding home. “JJ really is going to kill me. First, his sister; now I’m leaving him at the party. Lucky, lucky Y/N.”

The rumors about John B are definitely true.

[maybankxw]

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@novxturient​ ( a friend of mine and an amazing author! currently on a break but her old works are worth it! ) — obx masterlist, also here’s a wattpad link for her story called impulse! (rafe cameron)

@mackenzielovee​ ( she’s a queen of rafe series out here, she’s got a whole universe which is absolutely insane! definitely go and read now! ) — rafe masterlist

@pankhoeforlife​ ( lex! she’s writing for characters and actors as well, the aesthetic of her works is sooooo cool and reminds me of chase atlantic songs, which by the way isn't a coincidence, cuz she’s got a whole list of fics based on them <3 ) — obx masterlist! also her recommendations account <3

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@blueicequeen19​​ ( obx characters! she’s our dark content queen so if you’re looking for something specific her blog is where you’ll definitely find it! opened requests!! ) —obx masterlist,  wattpad

@wannabestarkeysgirl​ ( obx characters and actors! amazing blog <3) — masterlist 

@maybanks-luver ( the cutest blog hehe, obx characters and actors!) — obx masterlist, obx cast masterlist 

@bethoconnor ( updates frequently and opened requests! obx characters and actors! absolutely love the writing!) — obx masterlist

[miind-bender]

[drewcline]

your instagram if you were part of the cast of outer banks

inspired by @spideymyluv (with slight changes) + thank you @drewstarkey for choosing and dealing with me being annoying

i feel like i want to continue making these ?? so if u want to request something go ahead

also i feel like i should give a name to our actress?? let me know what you think

picnic time before quarantine

beach with the homies + rumors about rudy

rumors about drew + photoshoot with the mads

[mazzymoonlight]

outer banks fandom !!!

there’s a show called wayne that was just put on amazon prime staring mark mckenna & ciara bravo, pls check it out and give it some love and make some noise !!! it was sadly cancelled but now has a chance to be picked back up :) chase made a post about it on his insta.

[echosreyes]

fuck it,,,,,,random OBX gifs

[poguesgold]

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[caliquani]

Follow my side blog jjshottub for nice aesthetic vibes about the Netflix series Outer Banks. 🖤

[pankowperfection]

If you wanna get me back you can write me some Chase smut 🥵🙈

Stress Management

Summary: A rough day at work leads to stress management with Chase

Warnings: smut, jewelry kink, choking, rough sex, 18+

A/N - if it's Chase smut you want, I got you boo. This is inspired by your post about the OBX boys and their chains @strokesofstokes

After dating Chase for a few months, he knew pretty much every single way to turn you on. What you hadn't realized in the beginning was that you had a huge jewelry kink. There was something so sexy about a man with a chain hanging around his neck. The first time Chase put on one around you, getting ready to head out to dinner, you had missed your reservation because you had shoved him onto the bed and immediately climbed on top. Now he wore them purposefully to tease you, knowing it would get you riled up.

A rough day at work had filled you with so much pent up energy. You couldn't wait to get home and pour yourself a tall glass of wine, settle into the couch and snuggle with Chase until your worries went away. After shutting the door and heading to the kitchen to pour your glass you realize Chase is no where to be seen. “Babe?” You call out, flipping on lights as you make your way to the back of your shared apartment. “In here sweetheart,” he calls to you from the bedroom.

As you walk through the door your eyes are immediately drawn to his naked form. He’s leaning back on one elbow, relaxing and waiting for you. The only thing on his body is that damn chain, your eyes traveling from his neck down over his toned torso, fighting to keep the drool in your mouth when you see he’s already hard. “Knew you had a rough day based on your texts. Thought I could help cheer you up.” He winks, your heart fluttering as you throw back the rest of your wine and sit the glass down. “Mmm baby. This is perfect. You look so good, wish I could take a picture for later.”

He smiles then beckons you forward with one finger, hands grabbing onto your hips as you climb on top of him. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispers in your ear, fingers brushing your hair out of the way before sliding the zipper of your dress down. You sit up and he peels the material down slowly like he’s unwrapping a delicate present. You stand up briefly to take it the rest of the way off, joining Chase on the bed in just your matching lingerie. “Better babe?” You smirk down at him as his hands make their way up to cup your breasts. You grind your hips against his, friction of his length through the lace driving you wild. “Better but still not good enough. I want to see all of you.” He sits up, arms wrapping around your torso and undoing your bra before tossing it aside. The air conditioning circulating makes your nipples hard, rubbing against his chest and turning you on more. “Enough with the teasing please. I need you.” Your words spur him into action, rolling you to your back and settling between your thighs.

“What do you want baby? Want me to fuck you? Want my tongue?” Your panties are quickly disposed of, two of his fingers teasing your entrance while his thumb circles your clit. “Shit, feels so good. Fuck me Chase.” “Your wish is my command sweetheart." He stands up, grabbing your ankles and pulling you down the bed until your legs are dangling off. When he steps closer you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him towards you. He gives himself a few slow strokes, gathering the wetness from between your folds before pushing his way inside. You both moan, the feeling of that first contact oh so sweet. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, repeating the action over and over again. Your eyes are glued to his chest, watching his chain swing back and forth with the push and pull of his body. The headboard smacks off the wall each time he slams in, the only sound in the room other than your mixed moans and curses.

He leans over you slightly, one strong hand wrapping around your throat making you moan his name while the other grips your hip tightly. The chain is dangling closer to you now, catching the light as his body moves. You can't resist the urge, grabbing a hold of it and pulling him down to you, kissing him hungrily. Your tongue traces his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth and nibbling lightly. He groans and the sound sends bolts of electricity straight to your core. "Fuck baby, don't stop." He quickens his pace, short and quick thrusts driving you closer to the edge. When you start to clench around him his hand leaves your throat, rubbing tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Chase, oh god." Your nails dig into his biceps as you cum hard, back bowing off the bed as he fucks you through it. When your body finally relaxes his hips slow down, filling you up with his release as your name leaves his lips like a prayer. He rolls you both to your sides, laying close together while your breaths slow down. "Feel better now sweetheart?" He lovingly strokes your face, holding your gaze. "Much better, thank you. Please greet me every day naked with just the chain on." He breaks out into a fit of laughter, you unable to resist joining in. "Round two in the shower?" "You read my mind Chase."

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[fivelakesinwriting]

Drew starkey x reader where the cast is hanging out and swimming at the lake and it’s night. the cast notice the romantic tension between drew and the reader, they all slowly leave so they can be alone. Finally drew kisses her (can u do smut pls)

Hi, sweetness! I actually love this, so cute. And as a water girl/ lake lover, this is dreams.

Author's Notes: I just want to be friends with these people, so badly and this is basically one of my dream parties. And Drew Starkey can take me night swimming anytime... This one is long, but I think it's fun, it's flirty and I think it's kind of sexy. Please let me know what you think xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos (I didn't do full smut, sorry. But it's still fun! I do have an idea for a potential second part...)

Requested? Heck yes! Requests for OBX are open!

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It was the perfect night for a swim. The sky was so clear it was almost as if they could reach up, grab the stars and count them in their palm.

Instead, they all decided it would be the perfect night to have a fire on the beach to accompany their swim. Everyone packed a bag, a cooler and drove down to the beach.

Drew drove her in his truck, just the two of them, down the to beach. His windows down to let the late night summer breeze hit their faces. He smiled over at her quickly when her heard he laugh, her hands pushing her long hair out of her face as the wind created a tunnel in the cab of the truck.

"Windows up next time?" Drew laughed softly as he adjusted his hat on his head then made the turn to the parking lot for the beach. The lot was empty except for the few cars that were waiting for the two of them to arrive.

"No. I like it." She smiled as she twisted her hair and held it to the side while he slowed his truck down, then parked it beside Chase's car.

"Good. I like the whole windblown look on you. It's cute." Drew smiled over at her as he pulled the keys from the ignition and undid his seat belt.

"Says the guy who doesn't have to brush his hair." She replied as she unfastened her own seat belt, then followed his lead and hopped out of the truck.

"You made it!" Madelyn squealed with a slight slur, her arms tossed around her friend's neck, their bodies hitting Drew's truck with a soft thud.

"We were like, five minutes behind you." Drew replied with a laugh as he reached into the back of his truck to pull out her backpack and his cooler. He kicked Chase in the shin as the wavy haired man walked up with raised eyebrows and a cheeky smirk.

"I didn't say anything, asshole." Chase grumbled as he reached down to rub his bruised flesh.

"You thought it." Drew replied under his breath as he lifted their items from the back of his truck and started to walk down from the parking lot towards the beach.

Drew walked next to Chase on the beach, the two watching as Madelyn drunkenly grabbed Her hand, and pulled her down to the shore. An eruption of giggles filled the quiet night air as the cold water of the lake touched the tips of their toes.

"So, you two?" Chase asked as both he and Drew placed their coolers down at the same time. Each man opened the lids of their respective coolers and pulled out either a can, or a bottle of beer.

"Getting there." Drew nodded with a sip of his beer, and another adjustment of his hat on his head. He kept his eyes trained on the shoreline as Madelyn grabbed Her hips and pulled Her down onto the sand.

"Guys! Sorry, we're late. JD forgot that cars need gas in order to function. So, we had to stop." Rudy called from the parking lot, before he came running towards them.

"S'alright." Drew laughed as he hitched at the waist, reached into his cooler and pulled out a beer to hand to the blonde man.

"Are they drunk already?" Rudy asked with a point the girls who wrestled on the beach as he pulled the tab on his beer.

"Madelyn is, yes." Chase laughed as he pushed his hand through his wavy hair.

"Ladies!" Madison yelled as she ran as fast as she could through the sand, stumbling only once, to get to the girls who still wrestled on the beach.

"She's drunk, too. Shotgunned a beer in the gas station parking lot." Rudy snickered while he watched all three women hug on the sand with a raucous of giggles.

"So, we lighting this thing? Or are we going to stand here like creeps all night?" JD asked as he finally made his way over to the rest of his friends and dropped down a pile of fire wood.

The boys took their eyes of the girls, letting them play in the sand for a bit longer, and took to building the fire in the stone pit on the beach. Drew tossed in the match and watched as the flames began to burn up the newspaper used for kindling. He jumped slightly when he felt arms wrapped around his chest from behind.

"Did you bring my bag down?" She asked softly in his ear, the sand from her body falling onto him.

"Yeah. It's right by the cooler. Going for a swim?" He smirked as he turned his body slightly to look at her. If it was possible, her hair was even messier than it had been when the windows were down in his truck.

"Yeah! The waves look like so much fun." She smiled as she ran her hands over his shoulders then made her way over to her backpack and began to rustle through it for her bathing suit.

"First of all, where are you going to change? Second. You're going to freeze your ass off in that water." Rudy replied as he crunched his beer can, tossed it into the garbage bag already full with a few empties courtesy of Madelyn and Chase, then grabbed a full can.

"Question one. I will change in Drew's truck. Question two. You don't know my threshold for cold, Pankow." She replied with a skip in her step as she carried her bikini in one hand towards Drew's truck to change.

Drew flicked a stone at Chase who mouthed a less than quiet "go" at his friend as the woman walked away.

"To help her put on a bathing suit? I'm sure she's fine." Drew replied as he finished off his own beer.

"She might need help tying those strings, Drew." Madelyn stated with a sing-song in her voice, her shoulders shaking from side to side.

"Fuck you, guys." Drew scoffed as he stood up, tossed his empty can then made his way towards the parking lot with his hands in his pockets to sounds of whoops and hollers from his friends.

He walked up to his truck and vaguely saw the shape of her body move around in the back seat of his truck. He bit at his bottom lip, then ran his thumb over it as he leaned against the driver side. It took all his conviction to not steal a peak through the open window.

"Good in there, hon?" He asked softly, his hands still in his pockets as he kept his eyes fixed on JD's license plate across the lot. He would not look at her bare back as she tried to tie up her bikini, one hand holding the triangles of her top to her breasts while the other reached behind her to tie the strings.

"No. I hate these fucking things. Can you help?" She grumbled from the backseat, as she reached to open the back door and shifted in the seat so her back faced him.

"Sure." Drew nodded as his bottom lip made home between his teeth again. He took the large step forward to stand behind her then took hold of the strings to her bikini and pulled them tightly around her chest.

"Thank you." She replied softly as his fingertips brushed over the back of her neck and tied the strings in a knot, his hands lingering over her shoulders for a brief second.

"You're welcome. This is a nice colour on you." Drew stated as he hooked his index finger in the top string of her deep purple bikini.

"Thanks, Drew." She smiled as she sat up on her knees in the backseat and faced him.

"Lady! Are you coming swimming or not?" Madelyn yelled from her spot on the sand, her bathing suit already on which led both Her and Drew to believe Madelyn changed on the beach.

"Yes, Madelyn! I'll be right there!" She laughed while she pushed her hair back from her face.

"Tell Drew to hurry up with your bikini! It's not that difficult!" Madelyn giggled as she took a swig from a wine bottle before she took off back towards the fire pit.

"Don't say anything back. She's more wine than woman at this point. Come swimming with me." She laughed as she reached for his biceps as he held his weight against the door frame of the truck. She pulled her body up close enough for a kiss but didn't give him the satisfaction of pressing her lips to his.

"Alright. I don't need help with my swimsuit, though." Drew grinned as he pushed himself off the truck and walked back towards the fire. He let out a heavy exhale when he knew he was far enough away from her earshot.

Drew, Chase and the girls made their way into the brisk water for a nighttime swim while Rudy and JD chose to stay and tend to the fire. Chase let out a loud yelp as a wave rolled in, cold water reaching up to his chest.

"You're a baby, Stokes!" She laughed as she began to tread water, then make the few front strokes over to Drew.

Drew took hold of her waist then pulled her close to keep her above the rolling waves. Their height difference apparent in the water.

"It's fucking freezing. What are you? A polar bear?" Chase replied, teeth chattered as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"You have to go under! Otherwise you're just two different temperatures." Madison giggled before she dove under the water, her feet splashing water high above everyone's heads.

"No. Fuck that. I'm not drunk enough for this." Chase shivered as he began to make his way out of the water. He raised his eyebrows at Drew as he looked at the woman in his friend's arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"I'm coming, too. I need more wine." Madelyn smirked as she swam over to Chase, her own eyebrows raised up at Drew.

"I'm going back up, too. Rudy is ruining that fire." Madison stated quietly as she pushed her long hair back from her face, and made her way towards the shore.

"They're all wimps." She smiled up at Drew, her arms around his neck as they both waded in the water as a large wave rolled over them.

"I don't know, hon. It is kind of cold in here." Drew laughed with his hands on her lower back to keep her close. It was the closest they had ever been, with the least amount of clothes on.

"I think it's nice. And you're warm, so I feel good." She stated softly as she placed her right hand on the back of his neck, her fingertips twirling the hair.

"Don't get me wrong. I'll deal with this cold water if I can have you wrapped around me like this. I really don't mind it." Drew grinned as he wrapped his left arm around her waist securely while his right hand grabbed at her thigh.

The two of them simply waded in the water for a bit, wrapped around each other and in the sexual tension they had created. She kept her hands on the back of Drew's neck, occasionally twisting a bit of hair at the nape.

"Drew?" She asked quietly after a few moments of sweet silence between them.

"Yeah."

"Did you see anything when I was changing in your truck?" She smiled at him as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her eyebrows raised.

"I mean..I may have seen just the side of these." Drew replied as he tilted his head to the side, the hand he had on her thigh reached up to brush the underside of her breast.

"Drew!" She laughed as she tossed her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a hug, her legs tightening around his waist.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. You're so pretty." Drew smiled while he nuzzled his face into her neck and tightened his grip around her.

"I forgive you." She whispered as he pulled his face from her neck and looked into her eyes, his nose brushed against hers.

Drew muttered a barely audible, "thank you" as his adjusted his hold on her, both his hands on her thighs to keep her around him. He felt her hands in his hair, giving the slightest of pulls and the other shoe finally dropped.

Drew pressed his lips to hers, closing the tiny space between them. He released a sigh of relief through his nostrils while she whined ever so softly in the back of her throat. The kiss between them had been building for weeks.

They finally broke apart, but only for air. Drew gripped at her thighs while he peppered her lips with kisses. Her hands pulled at his hair as she tried to catch her breath again.

"Drew?" She asked between pecks on her lips.

"Yeah, honey?" Drew muttered as he kissed his way from her lips to her neck.

"Do you think I could steal a peak at you in the back of your truck? It seems only fair." She asked as she released a heavy breath, her hands on his shoulders as his lips created a seal on her neck.

"You can have way more than a peak if you want, honey." Drew grunted as he lifted her higher around his waist, he pulled his lips off her neck so he could look at her face.

"Okay. Will you take me back to the truck to get warm?" She asked softly, her eyes downcast to watch as her fingertips caught the beads of water on his chest.

"Thought you'd never ask." Drew grinned as he adjusted her legs around his waist, then began to walk them back towards the shoreline. He placed her back on her feet softly on the sand and gave her backside a nudge towards the parking lot before he ran his hands through his hair.

"Are you guys finally coming back to the fire?" JD asked with a raised eyebrow as he poked the flames.

"In a second, yeah. She's cold, so we're just going to sit in the truck and warm up. Change out of these swimsuits." Drew replied as he shook the water off his fingertips.

"Whatever you say, Drew." Madison grinned as she rolled onto her stomach in front of the fire and cracked open another can of beer.

Drew muttered under his breath as he grabbed Her backpack then made his way through the sand towards his truck - the back door open. He walked to the front end of the truck, dropped the bag then made his way around the open door where his heart began to race.

"You're naked." Drew stated flatly as he looked at the woman sat up in the backseat of his truck without her purple bathing suit, the heat of the truck blasting.

"Can't sit around in a wet bathing suit, and you have my bag." She smiled over at him.

"Yeah, but you're naked in the back of my truck." Drew smirked as he held his weight against the frame of the door, his eyes scanning her body shamelessly.

"Do you want to come be naked in the back of your truck with me, Starkey?" She laughed as she turned to sit up on her knees, facing him.

"Uh huh. Sure do." Drew nodded as he reached down to untie his swimsuit then tugged it down to his ankles. He climbed inside the back with her and shut the door behind him, leaving his swim trunks in the parking lot.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment Thank you for your support! xoxo

Requests for OBX are open!

[lilacsandwhiskey]

A drew starkey imagine in which him & the reader have newborn together & she surprises him at work with their newborn & the whole obx cast meets him (can his name please be Joseph Andrew after drew 🥺). Can you also include them going on their first date since she gave birth being that a newborn is time consuming & can make you forget to continue to “date” your partner. I hope that makes sense, thank youuuu

this was such a cute idea, anon! thanks for the request ☺️ also i so think drew would call you baby mama so we’re going with it tonight, folks

Baby Mama

Pairing: dad!Drew Starkey x mom!reader

Warnings: i think one suggestive comment

When you were growing up, you were so focused on the fact that youd wanted children - you wanted to dress them in cute clothes and decorate their room and do all the things baby. That never faltered, it only heightened as you got older. And when you met Drew.

Obviously, life had other plans - you did get the cute clothes and you did get to decorate a room, but you weren’t even cherishing all of his first moments in the room you and Drew had decorated together. Instead, you were living in a shared apartment in Charleston, and though it hadn’t been apart of your ideal dreams, having Drew as the father of your baby and watching the way he loved and cherished this sweet little babe that you two made meant more than a room could ever.

So you’d spent time turning in the second bedroom of your apartment into a sweet haven, a place where you’d spend the next few months cherishing your baby and watching him grow. Filling for Outer Banks had just resumed, so relocation wasn’t even a question for you - you wanted Drew to be there for all of the moments he could be, and of course he wanted to as well.

The two of you had been selfish with your time together with Joseph, Jay for short. Both sets of your parents had been amazing with visiting at appropriate times, not intruding. Everyone had been pretty great about holding off so that you and Drew didn’t miss a moment.

After discussion and preparation, Drew said that he felt comfortable with the rest of the cast and crew meeting Jay whenever I was comfortable. Three months of keeping him to such a minimum. But you felt like it was the right time.

You packed everything you needed, and things you probably didn’t need but you can never be too sure, and you were ready to go. You secured Jay in his car seat, triple checking before getting into the drivers seat and heading to set.

When you pulled in, you slipped Jay out of his seat and into his car seat. You waited for the okay to come in by the director who was, himself, waiting anxiously to get a peep of the baby. “Come here! Oh, let me see him.” Jay looks up at him, taking in every little detail. His tiny eyes move side to side, up and down, fingers stretching.

Just then you hear the rest of the cast coming your way. Drew catches sight of you, his baby blues lighting up in your direction. He hurries over, grasping yiu into a hug and planting a kiss on your lips. “Hi baby mama. And hi my little babe.” He grins, leaning down and stroking Jay’s cheek. Jay shows a gummy smile at his dad, something that makes your heart swell.

“Oh. My. God.” Madelyn and Madison say in unison, rushing over to look at him. “He is perfect. Every single ounce of him.” Madison says. Chase, JD, Rudy, and Austin come behind them, smiling down at the small being. They’re quick to start making silly faces, bringing yet another smile to Jay’s face.

“Ugh, I want one.” Madelyn says. Chase’s eyes go wide, quiet laughter erupting from the group. “Can we watch him? Please let us babysit.” Madison begs. You and Drew exchange looks. “We’re not kidding. Go have date night tonight, we’ll come over to your place so he doesn’t have to travel and you guys just go do something. Mama and daddy deserve it.” Chase chimes in.

That’s how you found yourself actually putting on makeup and getting dressed before dinner. Drew walks behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re just so beautiful.” He says, placing a soft cheek to your lips. “And look at you, just as handsome as ever.” You smile. “Better stop complimenting me like that, that’s how Jay got here.” Drew replies, only causing you to shake your head and laugh.

You hear a knock on the door, the group piling in and instantly showering the two of you with compliments. You and Drew go over every little thing, four times, reassuring them that you’d be back in just a few hours. Several kisses to Jay later, Drew was practically pushing you out the door. Once the door was shut, you hear the both of you let out a breath. “We’re doing it, we’re going on a date.” You say with a giggle.

“My lady.” Drew offers his arm, you slipping yours through his. When you arrive to dinner, the two of you are sitting just inches apart. “Have I told you how good you look tonight?” Drew says. “Only about a dozen, but I could go for hearing it again.” You tease.

Only seconds in are you talking about the baby. “I wonder how he’s doing.” Drew says. “I’m sure he’s good, but damn, I miss him.” Drew lets out a chuckle. “Can you believe this is our lives?” Drew asks. “It just doesn’t seem real. He’s just so…” “Perfect.” “Yes, and..” Drew cuts you off with a gentle kiss across the table.

“And you, you are so perfect. You are the perfect mother. The embodiment of what a mom looks like. You have so effortlessly entered into this new stage with me and Jay, and you just do it so gracefully. I didn’t think I could fall more in love with you, but I have and I still continue to.” You feel tears in your eyes, feeling so full of love. “But you, Drew Starkey… Jay could not have a better dad, a better figure to look up to. The way you love that boy, it just amazes me. The way you look at him, the way you take care of both of us so flawlessly, it just amazes me.” Drew can only smile before his kissing you again. “My baby mama.” He whispers, a grin coming across your lips. “I love our little family.” “It’s us forever, sweetheart.”

[thecameronchronicles]

hii can i pls request, the obx cast has a party and reader this girl who happens to be an okd friend wont leave drew alone at all and reader drags him aside to say how she feels uncomfy and to get away from that girl and drew says shes being dramatic and to relax, and she scoffs and shoves past him, fast foward and she looks over and sees the girl try to kiss drew on the lips but drew dodges but in readers eye all she saw was him turn before she quickly gathered her stuff and left, elaine (her bsf of like 16 years) kept askjng her where she was gojng and she said she’ll just walk home snd text her when shes home and they do this like handshake theyve had. on the way home she makes eye contsct with drews friend who she assumed kissed drew and scoffed as she walked even further then reader suddenly hears a nickname her abusive ex used to call her and slowly turns to see him behind her, and she turns back around and starts speeding up he too does the same until his hand is around her mouth and he’s dragged her into an alley, her ex sa’s the reader and leaves her in yhe alley as she passed out from pain and him blocking her airway from choking. elaine realizes shes been gone for way to long and hasnt texted her back yet so she tells the girls she’ll be rgiht back as she tries to find you if you’re maybe around the street, she walks down further and further and finds feet sticking out of the alley way and is horrified to find your half naked unconscious body, she screams and tries to pick you up but cant because she has her bags and essentials with her. as shes crying by your body thinkjng somethjng major happened shes calling madison and madelyn who are in the company of Rudy, JD, Chase, Austin and Drew in like a circle group, the remaining girls pick up the call and they hear a distressed elaine explaining that your passed out, half naked with bruises around yourself. and madelyn goes “.. passed out and who?” not understanding and elaine clears her throat and explains again the entire situation immediatly making madelyn and madison jump up saying yheyre coming, the boys ask what happened and the girls panicking explained the situation to them and drews heart dropped, they all stand up and immediately rush to the spot to find elaine caressing your motionless body and sobbing as drew immediately picks you up crying and saying how hes sorry, and failed to protect you. they rush you to the hospital and doctor says you’re lucky you’re okay and you just need rest and have to spend 3 days in the hospital. when u finally wake up you find drew at the side of your bed sleeping on your arm as you see his tear stained cheeks, you stroke his hair and he wakes up immediately happy and kissing all over your face telling you how much he loves you and ges sorry and will never forgive himself, he calls the rest of the cast in who are super happy to see you especially elaine and she cries tears of joy as she hugs you careful not to hurt you, when you finally get dismissed and go home, drew will not leave your side because he stills blames himself for failing to protect you and you assure him you’re okay, and for the ending you can pick from major fluff (reader sleeps ontop of drew as he promises to never leave her side and he loves her) or smut (like a super soft one where hes making love to her instead of fucking her and saying how pretty she is

i cant wait to read this ❤️❤️

Wow, I love the details in this, but don't feel I can do it justice as it's a bit personal for me to write it. However, I do hope someone is willing to for ya!