#obx | character: john b routledge
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zyasmedia · 4 months ago
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i don't normally read ocs fics but for em, I'll do anything 🛐⬇️
“tell me you don’t want to go with andrew without telling me you don’t want to go with andrew. suprised he didn’t pop up as soon as you ask me. i expect him to tag you or something. at least have a wire.” he joked tapping my shoulder and leaning closer to it, pretending he was talking in a microphone. “hey andy. how you doing today?”
so happy to see u took the name andrew from me; i had an experience in college with an asshole named andrew and i've associated that name with assholery ever since
then I heard the music playing. they’re here. the banging on the lockers soon followed. they’re really here.
i love this scene so much, it's so imaginative, i can visually see everything with this "beats" AND i think about it semi-weekly :D
four figures came into the classroom. all wearing black hoodies and black pants with masks. jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, and the one who is the reason i refuse to be anything but friendly to andrew. his older, taller, hotter, and a whole lot more intimidating brother john b routledge. the four horseman.
so HOT i love them sm
that made him walk straighter to the one with the black mask - rafe cameron - and a smile to appear on his face as he walked out with rafe’s hand on his neck.
mY FUCKING MANNN
the white mask - pope heyward - brought him out.
my other MANNN LOLL
looking up, my eyes meeting his and my breath hitched. i was facing the one with the red mask.
i'm highlighting this bc i am already forgetting whos mask is who
but no. his focus was completely on me. it was like the whole classroom was gone and it was just the two of us.
sigh... if only...
“man, i do miss high school girls. they don’t give any lip back when you tell them something.” rafe mumbled and i heard jj chuckle.
ykw this is so in canon for u rafe bc why r ur best friends high schoolers 😭
“somewhere where they can’t hear you scream.” that was pope’s warm deep voice.
i literally am imagining kook!pope and cannot get him out of my head
“don’t scare them. that’s what the party is for.” rafe teased and the three of them laughed.
giggling fr
jj ignored his question. “she’s growing up fast and nice huh?”
hehehee
“yeah. it’s getting harder to pretend not to notice her anymore.” john b replied and I felt something tugging on my heart.
SHUT UPPPPP 🦅
final thoughts — i fucking love ur writing!! i know ur basing it off ur au, but i think it's so cut-straight and centered on the plot without the meandering descriptions pd does with devil night. and plus, my favorite boys? AS KOOKS? THE FOUR HOUSEMEN?? yeah. yeah. yeah. i'm eating this shit UP.
devil night - john b and angel
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three years ago
angel
“please. you’re really going to let me go with some guy that i don’t know?” i asked my friend, tugging on his school blazer so he can look at me. sighing, nico turned over to me and shook his head.
“you can go with anyone else. you’re drop dead gorgeous and that’s the whole point of the dance. to ask out who you want to.”
“and i want to ask you. so how about it? with me you know exactly what you’re getting into and there’s no playing games.”
“tell me you don’t want to go with andrew without telling me you don’t want to go with andrew. suprised he didn’t pop up as soon as you ask me. i expect him to tag you or something. at least have a wire.” he joked tapping my shoulder and leaning closer to it, pretending he was talking in a microphone. “hey andy. how you doing today?”
pushing him off as he started laughing hysterically my voice turned pleading. “come on. we always have a good time when we’re together.” and i don’t want to be hounded all night by andrew and create false expectations on what we are.
i don’t say that part out loud though.
nico might be joking about the microphone but i don’t put it past him. andy always seems to find me even when i’m not telling him where i’m going.
“fine. i’ll go with you.” he gives in and i give a quick squeeze. “thank you. it won’t be disappointing i swear.” i said before heading to my class of the day.
now it’s gonna be easier to talk about the upcoming dance at dinner tonight when mrs routledge brings it up. i could tell the truth instead of changing the subject and feel the need to hide because of andy’s eyes on me.
making sure my hair covered my entire neck, i slipped into my seat next to my friend laura. she flashed me a smile as we got paper out. pop quiz friday. we know the routine.
as the class starts to settle in a senior comes in beaming. “they’re here!” she squeals as she makes her way to her friends and they start giggling as they talk?
who’s here?
“alright class. you know the drill. solve these five problems.” mr gary said turning on the projection and the sound of pencils soon fill the room as we solved the problems.
slope formula is y = mx + b and if x equals zero that means b and m is equal.
i watch as a freshman came into the classroom and gave a note to the mr gary. he read the note and sighed and pulled out a book, pretending to read it.
what?
then I heard the music playing.
they’re here.
the banging on the lockers soon followed.
they’re really here.
four figures came into the classroom. all wearing black hoodies and black pants with masks. jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, and the one who is the reason i refuse to be anything but friendly to andrew. his older, taller, hotter, and a whole lot more intimidating brother john b routledge.
the four horseman.
they were back.
probably because the basketball team sucked without them. i used to go to every game now i go once in a while and i didn’t pay attention to any of the new players. the new players weren’t them.
whatever magic the team had, it seemed they took it with them. no wonder the coaches or the sponsors called them down from college to pump up the team spirits.
do the tradition no one else seen be able to do. outer banks’ favorite holiday.
devil’s night.
a night of pure chaos where all adults looked away for the night. only the police trying to keep a leash on us.
“ryder johnson.” a boy from the back of the classroom got up. his eyes get flickering around, nervous as we all watched him. “yeah get some ryder.” that made him walk straighter to the one with the black mask - rafe cameron - and a smile to appear on his face as he walked out with rafe’s hand on his neck.
“walter james.” they called again and he didn’t hesitate as the one with the white mask - pope heyward - brought him out.
I can hear a couple of the girls giggling and i put my head back down. finish my work and prepare for what my friends were going to drag me on later.
i heard one of their boots start to walk. probably to see if they miss any other player.
they stopped at my desk.
i can feel my face heat up as i felt their stare on me. no one was whispering now.
looking up, my eyes meeting his and my breath hitched. i was facing the one with the red mask. the one that i was looking for every room i went in. the one whose presence i couldn’t shake even after he left for college.
john b.
our eyes held.
what does he want? he got all the people he wanted for now. girls who was old enough would follow and he would and could have anybody he wants.
but no. his focus was completely on me. it was like the whole classroom was gone and it was just the two of us.
he leaned closer and I sat up more, not wanting to be the one to ruin this. no matter what my thoughts yelled at me.
“she can’t go. she’s only seventeen.” mr gary said but he stayed in his seat. john b didn’t look away from me.
he knew what age i was. just a month younger then his brother. he didn’t budge.
“see something you like?” jj asked.
john b didn’t respond.
“okay. see something you want to bring?” john b shook his head and sat up more. “not yet anyway.” he whispered before they walked out,
my eyes followed as they walked out the room and stayed on the door as two girls walked out with their books, making terrible excuses not even trying to hide their smiles.
“five more minutes.” mr gary announced and i know he meant the quiz but who gives a shit now.
“can you bring this to my house?” i asked laura and raised my hand, putting the other on my stomach. “what are you do-?”
“yes ms santos?”
“my stomach doesn’t feel so good. can i go to the nurse?” he nodded and wrote me a pass.
i expected as much. who would believe that perfect little angel santos would be doing anything else? the straight a student who does volunteer work and wears her uniform in perfect order would be sneaking off to hang out with boys too old for her?
i grabbed the pass from him with a small smile and made my way out. hoping that they didn’t leave yet.
turning the corner in the parking lot, i saw them. the rest of the parking lot was dead so it was easy but it seemed like that everywhere they go. they had an aura that draws you to them.
pope heyward smiling with his mask on, drinking a beer and handing the rest out to the basketball players and girls there. rafe cameron was watching with his arms crossed, getting checked out by some of the girls.
rafe and pope’s car was filled with people. meanwhile it looked like they were using jj’s to house all the drinks.
perfect.
getting closer i prayed they didn’t notice me as i open john b’s car door and sat on the floor. i kept the door open as they got everybody riled up for their next stop.
“man, i do miss high school girls. they don’t give any lip back when you tell them something.” rafe mumbled and i heard jj chuckle.
“where are we going?” someone asked.
“somewhere where they can’t hear you scream.” that was pope’s warm deep voice.
“don’t scare them. that’s what the party is for.” rafe teased and the three of them laughed.
“are you guys done? let’s go.”
john b.
“what got him so pissy?” pope asked and i heard them get farther.
jj ignored his question. “she’s growing up fast and nice huh?”
“yeah. it’s getting harder to pretend not to notice her anymore.” john b replied and I felt something tugging on my heart.
but it was nothing new. he always had a new girl on his arm. he wasn’t mine to keep and i thought i gotten used to that fact.
“who are you guys talking about?” rafe questioned.
“no one. everyone get in their cars. i’m ready to get this weekend ready already.” he said and slammed his door behind him and I closed mine at the same time and laid back in the car.
the roar of the engine underneath me as i try to keep as still as possible. ready for wherever and whatever i was getting myself into.
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cutielando · 11 months ago
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i'll take care of you | j.m.
synopsis: in which you promise to take care of him
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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You reached our for it and when you saw who the caller was, you immediately sat up and answered it.
"Babe? What's wrong?"
JJ's heavy breath was the only thing you could hear.
"JJ? Is everything okay? What's going on?" you pressed, panic settling in your chest.
"Can I come over? I'll explain everything" his voice was so small, you could barely hear him.
"Of course you can, baby"
"I'll see you in 10 minutes" he said and hung up, not giving you a chance to say anything else.
It wasn't weird to get phone calls from JJ in the middle of the night, but he was never this distressed. Your mind started coming up with all kinds of scenarios, one worse than the other.
The 10 minute wait seemed like forever before you heard the all too familiar knock on your window.
You immediately jumped and opened it, being met with the bloody and bruised smiling face of your boyfriend.
"What happened to your face?" you asked while helping him enter your room without making too much noise to wake up your parents.
"Nothing serious, it's fine. Doesn't hurt as bad as it looks" he shrugged his shoulders and laid back on your bed.
You stood rooted in your spot, staring at him. You knew where the bruises came from all too well, but it didn't help that JJ was still trying to hide them from you.
"J, please just tell me the truth" your voice was small, knowing that JJ couldn't deal with screams and anger.
"I am, it's nothint that hasn't happened before. I'm used to it, it's fine" he was now sitting up, patting the spot next to him.
You bit your lip but complied and sat down, putting your right hand on his knee.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this, baby" tears started streaming down your cheeks by now, sobs fighting their way out of your body.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, it's just how he is. He's not always like this, you know, he has his good moments" the fact that he still tried to defend his dad, beaten to a pulp by him, brought even more tears and sadness in you.
"You don't deserve this, baby. Nobody should ever lay a finger on you, let alone a hand. You deserve so much better" you rested your head against his shoulder, squeezing his knee in comfort.
He brought a hand down to his knee and took hold of yours. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed, knowing how much JJ needed to feel you there with him.
"I have you, and that's all I need. Don't be so hard on yourself, it's not your fault" he whispered, kissing your forehead.
"Please let me take care of you. I'll talk to my parents and see if you can stay here for a while. They can even become your legal guardians until you turn 18. I know they'll do it, and you'll finally have a safe place that you could call home" the idea seemed so simple and easy for you, but it seemed like such a stretch to JJ.
"I can't ask you or your parents to do that, babe. Being a burden to your family is the last thing I want to do" he tried to reason with you, but you weren't having it.
"No, you listen to me. I am not letting you go back home, JJ. My parents love you and I know they are going to want to help you. Please don't push me away, let me help you" you were basically begging him at this point, but you didn't care.
Nobody deserved the life that he had, and you'll be damned if his father touched him one more time. You were going to do everything in your power to make sure he'd never received another punch or insult from his dad ever again.
"Okay" he finally whispered after a while, chewing on his bottom lip.
You let out a big sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding and wrapped him in your arms, silent tears falling down your face.
He buried his head in your neck, taking in your familiar scent and warm hold.
He finally felt like things could finally take a turn for the better. Like he would get a new chance at life.
All because of you.
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echobx · 5 months ago
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Lost in her - character × fem!reader
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warnings: p in v, talk of hickeys, male!pov
word count: under 500
author's note: I wanted to try something here. hope you enjoy :)
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I watched her. How she moved on top of me. Plump lips agape; low, mellow moans falling from them. Rivulets of sweat adorning her body, flowing through the valley of her breasts. Perky and red with my love bites. I felt her pleasure rolling through her and into me. Felt her hands clawing into my stomach and waist. Nails digging crescents, that would remain in my skin for the best of the next day, if not longer, hopefully. Her head thrown back into her neck. Eyes closed. Eyebrows furrowed, surely. She was lost in me and I in her. Pure ecstasy. I sat up, shifting her movements, but she didn't halt. Her chin dropped and she smiled. The most beautiful girl I had ever had the pleasure of gazing upon. And she was with me. My teeth got caught on her bottom lip, pulling her into a kiss. I was allowed to touch her now. My hands rubbed over the soft skin at her hips, squeezing just enough to make her gasp against my mouth. I tasted the joint we had shared earlier, on her tongue. I tasted the last bits of the peach lip balm she used obsessively. And her nails scratched at my scalp, tugging my hair and pulling me away. There were no words needed, to know she was ready. A glimmer, a sparkle, something addictive in her eyes that had drawn me towards her from the moment I had first seen her. And my lips found hers again. Moving in perfect synchrony while my arm secured her waist, pressing her body harsher against my own before turning us around. A giggle escaped her lips as her head hit the pillow. A tornado of butterflies erupted in my stomach because of the soft sound. Her legs were tight around my hips, crossed behind my back. My thrusts were neither harsh nor fast. Neither low nor slow. Not taunting or edging. It was the right pace. Her pace. My arms found their place around her, holding her close to my chest while my lips traveled over her neck. The melody that filled the room was composed of her moans and mewls and the comfort of my hips moving into hers. I could go on for hours like that. Listening to her. Feeling her. Tasting her. Watching her eyes roll back and arching her spine as she trembled. Matched with silent pleas for me to follow, and I granted her wish every single time. I wanted to feel her as close as I could. I wished I could melt into her completely. And every time it ended, I needed more. And we'd start again, later, wishing for an even closer connection. As close as it was possible without defying the laws of physics.
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majoriehoax · 12 days ago
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╰┈➤ ❝ OBX BOTS UPLOADED ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ by @majoriehoax
╰┈➤ ❝ JJ MAYBANK 🫓 snackin’ || It was a lazy afternoon on the Outer Banks, the sun shining down in that perfect way that made everything look like it was dipped in gold. JJ was lounging on the worn-down couch of the Chateau, a bag of chips in his lap, flipping through channels with half-hearted disinterest. When User walked in, he glanced up, a mischievous smile breaking across his face. “Oh, there you are! My hero,” he grinned, reaching out dramatically. “I’ve been… stranded here for hours with nothing but stale chips and terrible TV. Please, save me.” User gave him a skeptical look, clearly unconvinced by his theatrics. JJ chuckled and patted the couch next to him. “Come on, sit down. You’re not gonna leave me hanging here, are ya? It’s, like, super tragic.” He wiggled his eyebrows, that trademark JJ smirk spreading wider.
╰┈➤ ❝ JOHN B ROUTLEDGE 𓆉 beach day || John B glanced over at user,sprawled out on her beach towel, basking in the sun with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. He couldn’t help but grin—she looked like she was made for this place, all tanned skin and relaxed energy. As he settled down beside her, John B let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back as though he were a model sunbather. “You know,” he said, not entirely joking, “people are probably wondering which one of us is the professional beach bum.” User gave him a lazy eye roll but didn’t open her eyes. John B chuckled, reaching over to swipe a handful of sand and casually let it fall on her leg. “Oops,” he said, biting back a smirk when she squirmed. “Guess I just wanted to see if you’re still awake.” She slapped his arm, laughing as she wiped off the sand.
╰┈➤ ❝ JOHN B ROUTLEDGE ✧ afterglow || John B woke up to the morning light filtering softly through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. His arm was draped protectively over user,her body curled into his chest. For a moment, he just lay there, looking at her in the quiet morning light, the kind of peace he wasn’t used to, but something about it felt right, felt like home. He could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, and it made him smile. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her, just wanting to soak in every detail while he could. Her skin, still warm under his fingertips, made him feel grounded, like the world outside didn’t matter as long as she was here beside him.
╰┈➤ ❝ POPE HAYWARD ༄ boat rides || Pope couldn’t believe user had agreed to a sunrise boat ride with him. Sure, they’d had their fair share of wild Pogue adventures, but this was different. He’d spent half the night planning every detail, right down to the thermos of coffee and the slightly overcooked muffins he attempted to make from scratch. As they made their way across the water, Pope grinned nervously, watching user as they took in the early morning light. The silence between them was comfortable, and Pope thought he could live in that moment forever. But, naturally, he couldn’t keep quiet for long. “Hey, uh… did you know that sea turtles actually use the Earth’s magnetic fields to navigate?” Pope blurted out, nodding with way too much enthusiasm. “Like, they literally have an internal GPS. It’s pretty insane, right?”
╰┈➤ ❝ RAFE CAMERON 𐙚 paris || Rafe had never thought he’d find himself wandering the cobbled streets of Paris, but here he was, hand in hand with her. The city, with its golden lights and soft murmurs, suited her; it made her look almost dreamlike, as if she’d been plucked right out of a painting. He glanced over at her, and the corners of his mouth lifted. She was laughing, her eyes alight as she pointed out a small bakery tucked between two buildings, its windows filled with delicate pastries. He didn’t care much about sweets, but her joy was contagious. Without thinking, he squeezed her hand and pulled her toward the bakery, telling her, in a low voice, “Anything you want. It’s yours.”
╰┈➤ ❝ RAFE CAMERON ★ bike race || Rafe was buzzing with adrenaline as he swung off the bike, breathing hard from the rush of the race. The engine’s roar still echoed in his ears, but now all he could hear was the cheering, the shouts of his name, and the quick beat of his own heart. He barely registered anyone around him until he spotted them—user,just off to the side, eyes wide with excitement, clapping and laughing with pure pride. A grin spread across his face as he made his way over, still half-stumbling from the high. Without thinking twice, Rafe pulled them in close, his arms wrapping tight around their shoulders, laughing as he pressed his forehead to theirs. “Did you see that? I mean, did you see that?” he asked, his voice a little breathless. His hand came up to cup their cheek, and he couldn’t hide the look of awe as he studied their expression, like he was just as proud of seeing them there as he was of winning.
— SAOIRSE.
season 4 is so ass though. 😭 bot request.
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sunr1seblvd · 1 month ago
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getting nostalgic for my john b era (i've yet to watch s4 so shhh) a/n: let's just ignore the fact that ive been gone for like almost 2 months...i hate school. fic notes: established relationship, bf!john b, crap ending soz warnings: references to underage drinking, kissing like once wc: 370
you woke up outside of the chateau, the couch on the porch suddenly becoming the most comfortable thing in the world.
you don't remember exactly how the night ended, but you knew that pope and jj were off doing some stupid dare drunk (with cleo in tow), while sarah and kie were leaving to kie's place for the night.
you were covered in a raggedy, faded blue blanket, with a small hole or three in there. you looked to your right, and on the other couch was your boyfriend, john b.
there, with his tanned skin and his floppy brown curls scattered on his forehead, he looked heavenly.
"you just gonna keep staring, bug?"
you were broken out of your staring to see john b's brown eyes looking lovingly into your eyes.
"mornin'. what time is it?" you asked.
he looked through the open window to the analog clock in the kitchen.
"9. wanna get ready and head to the beach? jj said that pope and the girls were already there."
you smiled. "sure!"
.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.
so there you were, sitting on the coast of the outer banks with you best friends. jj was doing surfing tricks, kie and sarah were off to the side, tanning, and cleo and pope were debating something stupid and silly.
you were sitting on a surfboard out on the water, with john b in between your legs.
he looked up at you with so much love and affection that it made almost everything disappear. (let's ignore jj's screaming and the seagulls..)
"you ready to learn, bug?" he queried as he rubbed your thigh reassuringly.
you had never surfed before, but you couldn't wait to try.
he helped you find your balance, and even though you fell many times, he guided you and helped you catch your first wave. after you fell off, he swam towards you excitedly.
"you did it baby! i'm so proud of you!!" he exclaimed.
he then kissed you with the most passion you ever felt.
and for the first time since you both were 17, you weren't afraid of the cops, of rafe, or anyone else. just you, your boyfriend, and your friends just hanging out without a care in the world.
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storytellerslense · 5 months ago
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JJ Maybank character analysis
Luke Maybank and the unhealthy dynamics of parentification
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What is parentification?
Parentification is a role reversal where parents are emotionally unavailable to provide support to the child typically due to their own problems often caused by alcohol or drug addiction or a mental illness. The child is forced to take care of themselves and take responsibility of the parent. Parents who are emotionally unavailable might also put down their children, contributing to a lack of self-esteem and increased stress for the child. This unavailability leaves the child without the necessary emotional guidance and stability.
The relationship between JJ and Luke Maybank
Luke is a single father. He is drinking and addicted to the prescribtion drug "Ambien", also known as a Z-drug. He is neglectful and abusive, failing to offer the emotional backing that JJ needs.
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Luke Maybank is addicted to sedatives
Until about the third episode of the first season, we don't learn much about JJ Maybank's abusive family background. The first time we get a glimpse of his father is when Luke Maybank is exiting Barry's house, where he possibly went to get drugs or being involved in other shady activities. We also learn, that Luke Maybank lost his job at the salvage yard because he turned up drunk for work.
In Season 1, Episode 3, JJ Maybank and his friends visit the salvage yard to steal an underwater drone. During this scene, JJ concocts a lie about his father to distract the security guard, crying that his father "was gonna hit him again" if he wouldn't finish a certain task for him. The viewer is left wondering if there is some truth in his lie.
In Episode 5, father and son are on screen together for the first time in a dramatic scene, which intensity shocked many viewers. Beforehand, JJ Maybank was portrayed as funny, reckless and rebellious. There were no actual signs that he could have really been the victim of such vicious domestic violence as portrayed in this Episode.
In the scene Luke Maybank picks up his son JJ from the police station. As soon as they got into the car, Luke's entire rage is suddenly unleashed on JJ as he brutally beats him up. The mistreatment continues at home, where Luke verbally abuses his son mercilessly, possibly being under the influence of prescribtion drugs and alcohol. Meanwhile JJ locks himself in his bedroom. He is badly bruised and anxious, visibly traumatized and shaken by his father's actions.
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"How you gonna get that money back, huh? By sittin' around doin' nothin'? I'm gonna tell you right now, you are a worthless piece of shit! Your Momma knew." (Luke Maybank, Season 1, Episode 5).
But physical abuse only being one possible hallmark of parentification. Parentification mainly involves overstimulation in parent-child interaction, where the focus is strongly on the parent's emotional needs. A strong indicator for JJ being parentified is, that he only feels valuable when fulfilling his father's needs. He really tries to please his father, desperately longing to "earn" just a small moment of parental kindness.
When he steals money from Barry's drug shack to pay for his restitution, he is even willing to jeopardize his friendship with the Pogues, just to fix things with his father.
At first, Luke gratefully accepts the money. JJ is shown beaming with relief and happiness over his father's praise and appreciation. But soon after Luke makes it clear that he doesn't want to use it for the restitution to help his son. He argues that the money was his to spend because JJ had already "cost him so much".
Luke instills guilt in JJ by blaming him for his misery (Season 1, Episode 7)
With that being said, Luke twists the fact that it is actually his paternal duty to provide for JJ's basic needs. Instead, he manipulates JJ by making him feel responsible for financial burdens, further solidifying JJ's role as a caregiver.
When JJ objects and takes his money back, his father beats him again. This time, JJ fights back, ultimately overpowering his father, pinning him to the ground. JJ is about to possibly hit and kill him with an object, but at the sight of his father being defeated he breaks down in tears, heartbroken and frustrated about his father's repeated rejection towards him and possibly feeling guilty and ashamed about having to defend himself like that against his own father. As JJ realizes how weak his father is, he might have also felt uncomfortable and confused with the sudden power he has over him. Notably, that particular scene also visualizes the unhealthy role reversal between father and son.
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"You gave me nothing. You gave me nothing but a shitty life. All you ever did was try to scare me. But guess what? I am not scared of you anymore!" (JJ Maybank, Season 1, Episode 7)
The internal struggle between longing for parental affection and dealing with the reality of his father's behavior becomes clearer in Episode 10 when JJ tries to steal the key to Luke's boat, the "Phantom".
As JJ is about to take the key off his sleeping father, Luke surprisingly wakes up in a changed demeanor. He apologizes to his son, not without shifting part of the blame onto JJ, saying: "You remind me of your mother".
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"I know I'm hard on you sometimes. But sometimes I see your mother in you. And it get's me a little tweaked, you know?" (Luke Maybank, Season 1, Episode 10)
Although Luke comes across sincere and apologetic in this moment, he actually refuses to take any responsibility for mistreating his son. Worse than that, he shifts the blame onto JJ's mere existence and heritage. This justification for his anger issues is another form of abuse and emotional manipulation.
Additionally to that, Luke Maybank repeatedly brings up JJ's missing mother and his frustration about her, with complete disregard for his son's feelings for her. He never considers whether JJ loved his mother, if he misses her, or if JJ himself is hurt or confused by her disappearance. He focuses only on his own pain and frustration, completely ignoring his sons feelings who must navigate complex emotions and family dynamics all by himself.
JJ finally accepts his father's attempt to hug him because he deeply craves for his approval and love. In doing so you can see him desperately trying to push down his emotions and unsuccessfully holding back his tears. The intimate moment is interrupted when Luke, under the influence of his drugs, collapses back on the couch sleeping, allowing JJ to think clearly again and finalise his mission of taking the key of his father.
Another instance where the role reversal becomes very clear is when Luke JJ helps his dad to escape to Yucatan in Season 2, Episode 8. After they share an emotional farewell on the boat, JJ gives his father some money for the journey and secretly disposes the pills fueling Luke's addiction. These actions are another example of JJ routinely stepping into a caretaker role, which traditionally belongs to the parent.
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Luke Maybank pressures his son into helping him for the last time (Season 2, Episode 8)
JJ stays behind, relieved that his father cannot harm and manipulate him anymore. But his hopes are fading that he will ever change. JJ is left with the growing certainty that he will, despite his relentless efforts, never be able to have the unconditional love and acceptance he craves for. It is questionable if JJ will ever give up seeking his father's love and acceptance, but due to his personal growth in the last three season it becomes clear that he will no longer fight for it to the point of self-sacrifice.
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Luke Maybank leaves his son (supposedly) for good in Season 2, Episode 8
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obx-incorrect-quotes · 5 months ago
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John B: *doing a magic trick* pick a card, any card.
JJ: Okay
John B: Any card did not include my credit card, give it back
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livingdreams97 · 7 months ago
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Sarah Cameron -- "The Ice Cream" (Part 1)
Sarah Cameron x Male reader/oc
Summary: Being the Kook Princess has never mattered to Sarah, especially when her heart beats and her eyes are only been fixed on a certain Pogue since she shared an ice cream with him at the age of 11.
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Sarah POV
I flip through the magazine, reading about celebrity gossip and what's new in the fashion world. But my tranquility is interrupted when my little sister enters my room like a rocket and runs to the window.
Sarah: What are you doing? - I ask confused, seeing how she practically sticks to the window and looks at something through it.
Wheezie: He's already arrived.- she informs me and when I realize I get up quickly; and I run with my little sister.
Sarah: When did he arrive? - I ask looking out the window and observing the boy who is cleaning my father's car.
Wheezie: Five minutes ago, but I just found out now. - she answers and I quickly run to my closet.
Sarah: Do you think this dress is nice? - I ask her and she looks at me, then looks at the light blue dress with dark lilac and white flowers in my hands.
Wheezie : Yes.- responds with a thumbs up.
I run into the bathroom, taking off the clothes I'm wearing, leaving me only in my panties and putting the dress over my head. I do my hair and makeup very simply and fast, since I don't like overloaded makeup. I put on a little of my perfume and leave the bathroom in a bit of a hurry.
I put on some white converse to finish the look, rearranging my necklaces and picking up my phone. I say goodbye to my sister and leave my room; practically running to the front of my house.
When I reach the front door, I smooth the skirt of my dress and take a deep breath; to calm my nerves. I open the front door, stepping out and closing it behind me. I walk calmly towards where Y/n is, watching how he cleans the car with the sponge and how he leaves a trail of soap behind it.
I look at what he's wearing, seeing the navy blue strappy t-shirt he's wearing, along with some washed white shorts and some simple white vans .
Sarah: Good morning.- I greet him, walking to be close to him and avoiding getting wet.
Y/n: Good morning princess.- he greets with amusement, stopping cleaning the car and looking at me for a few seconds.
Sarah: Why you always have to remind me about the Kook Princess tag? - I claim with crossed arms, somewhat amused and somewhat annoyed that they always call me that; for being the daughter of Ward Cameron.
Y/n: Because you are the princess of the place, but not only on the kook side and you should thank me for that compliment. - he tells me with a small laugh and returns to what he was doing.
Sarah: Even so, I'm not a princess because my father is one of the richest men on the island.- I tell him honestly, because it's something that everyone calls me and that bothers me.
Y/n: Okay, I'll stop calling you that.- he says with a small smile, looking at me for a few seconds and running over my body very lightly.- I like the dress, it looks good on you.- he comments as a compliment.
Sarah: Thank you.- I thank him kindly. - What kind of adventures await you on the other side of the island today? - I ask interested, but trying to look casual and not too interested.
Y/n: There is going to be a party on the beach in the suburb. - He comments without giving it importance. -So I guess I'll go with my friends.- he responds, shrugging his shoulders.
Sarah: I think I've heard something about that. - I comment without giving it much importance, remembering Topper's comment about the party and going with some friends.
Y/n: Will you come? - he asks curiously, turning on the hose and rinsing the car.
Sarah: My friends have told me about it, but I'm not really sure if it's the most appropriate thing for some kooks . - I respond with a small grimace.
Y/n: You should come.- he comments looking at me with a smile. - As long as your friends don't stop by, I don't think there will be any problem and I don't even think anyone will notice you. Everyone will be too drunk to recognize you.- he comments amusingly and I laugh at that.
Sarah: Then I guess I'll go.- I say, biting my lip to contain the emotion. -But only if you invite me to something to drink.- I tell him and he lets out a small laugh.
Y/n: Then you have a deal.- he tells me with a smile. -You should go with that dress, because it really looks great on you and it's not excessive.- He flatters me again and I guess I don't have to think about what to wear anymore.
Sarah: Then we'll see each other at night.- I say goodbye and walk back to the house.
Y/n: You know it, princess.- he says again as a farewell, making me turn around walking backwards and give him the middle finger causing him to laugh.
I just shake my head in amusement, turning around again and walking into the house. As soon as I enter the house, I lean my back against the door and sigh with a huge smile. I look down, staring at the dress and biting my lip; knowing that he liked it and praised me twice for it.
POV You
I walk among drunk people greeting my acquaintances and stopping to talk to others. The air hits my body, opening my shirt and exposing my chest. I was wearing a open black shirt with a print of white and gray flowers, with a simple gray swimsuit and my slightly worn white vans .
I approach JJ, to help him get up from the ground; since he climbed the trunk of a tree and ended up falling from it. I approach him, stretching out my hand with a laugh and seeing his amused smile on his face; taking the hand that I offer him.
Y/n: Up my friend.- I say amused, pulling at our hands and helping him stand up.
JJ: They pushed me.- he says struggling a little, removing the sand from his body and smiling like a clown.
Y/n: Sure. - I comment amused, patting him on the back.
JJ: I dropped the beer. - He points to the now empty glass on the floor and placing a pout on his face.
Y/n: Let's go to the barrel and I'll give you a new one if there's still any left.- I assure him, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him a little towards the barrel.
JJ: And why don't you give me yours? - he asks with doe like eyes.
Y/n: Because I'm not going to run out of beer because you started climbing logs and fell off them. - I respond, laughing at his absurd question.
When we reach the keg, I pour JJ a new glass; thanking whatever god there is still beer left and giving him the glass filled to the top. He does a weird dance, causing me to laugh at him and watch him drink from the glass. 
Taking advantage of the fact that we are here, I fill my glass to the top; since I barely had two fingers left and so I don't have to come back in five minutes.
We sit around the campfire, since it's starting to get dark and that's where Pope is also. I sit next to the girl Pope is talking to, listening to their conversation a little and feeling the girl's discomfort.
Y/n: I don't think that the gases of a dead person are of interest to everyone, Pope.- I assure him, smiling at the girl in a friendly way and trying to get her to change the subject. -But I'm sure you like surfing, right?- I ask the girl, when I notice the bikini marks on her tan and the shell necklace on her neck.
XX: Well, yes i do.- she answers me with a smile.
Y/n: Well, Pope is one of the best surfers I know, in fact yesterday he surfed with John B and I during the storm. - I inform him and I see how he looks at my friend with surprise.
XX: Is that true? - she asks, clearly impressed and I wink at my friend.
Pope: Yes, the truth is that it was a little difficult and all. But I managed to catch a couple of good waves.- he answers and they begin to have a normal conversation; so I ignore them and start talking to the girl who just sat on my left.
The girl I'm talking to is quite attractive, she has come on vacation with her family and some friends. She has brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and a completely attractive smile. It's not thin as a stick, it's a little wider and the truth is that I love it.
She places her hand on my forearm, leaving sporadic squeezes as we talk and getting closer and closer to me. The conversation is pleasant enough, but it's interrupted by my best friend's voice behind me and I turn to look at her.
Kiara: What is she doing here? - she asks and I look where she is looking; finding Sarah climbing onto a buoy stranded on the shore of the beach.
Y/n: I guess coming to the party.- I answer without giving it much thought, seeing the annoyance on her face and how she walks away angry.
I look back at where Sarah is, unable to prevent a smile from reaching my face and watching her point to something in the sea. But my smile disappears in a few seconds, as soon as Topper appears in the picture and extends his hand to help her get off the buoy. When I see how she jumps into the boy's arms, I roll my eyes in annoyance and return to the conversation with Lara.
Y/n: Would you like another beer? - I ask her, when my glass is empty and I see that hers is too.
Lara: I would love to.- she answers with a big smile, so we both get up and walk towards the barrel.
I refilled her glass, starting another conversation about her vacation and how they chose to come to the Outer Banks. I also refill my glass for the fourth time and drink a little of the contents. Lara's hand is placed on my forearm again and she approaches my body, leaving a few centimeters between our bodies.
But our conversation is interrupted again, when someone clears their throat next to us and I look to my right; meeting Sarah, Topper and some more of their friends.
Topper: Can you serve us a beer or what? - He asks bluntly and I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Y/n: There you have the tap and two hands, help yourself and don't mess around. - I respond annoyed, because it is believed that we pogues were born to serve them and that is the only thing we have to do.
Topper: But you're already here and ...- he begins but is interrupted mid-sentence.
Sarah: Come on, Topper don't start and serve the beer yourself. - She tells him in a low voice, so that the rest don't hear her and so that Topper doesn't respond badly.
I just watch everything, watching as he pours himself a glass with a frown and then walks away angrily. I drink from my glass, watching as the rest of her friends do the same and Sarah is left alone in front of me .
Y/n: Do you want that beer?- I asked her with a smile, trying to be friendly and remove the tension from the place.
Sarah: I'll be happy to accept it. - She responds, returning my smile.
I pour her the beer, making sure I fill her glass and offer it to her with a friendly smile. I start talking to her, ignoring Lara's existence and focusing entirely on the dark blonde with chocolate eyes in front of me.
Y/n: I see that in the end you kept the dress.- I point the glass at her clothes, seeing how well they fit and how pretty they are.
Sarah: The weather was good to bring a dress.- she comments with a beautiful laugh. -And I see that you are a little too exposed.- she says, showing her teeth and pointing to my exposed chest and abdomen.
Y/n: I didn't know that showing nipples in 2020 was something so wrong. - I commented amused, covering my nipples with my hands; when the wind hits and they open my shirt more in a joking manner.
Sarah: Well yes , it is very excessive and provocative.- she says with a big smile, making her entire face light up and look even more beautiful.
And yes, I've liked Sarah Cameron since we were 11 and I dropped the ice cream of the month in accidents. Since my grandparents could only pay me one a month in the summer, I was really sad and I knew that they weren't going to give me money for another ice cream. 
But Sarah appeared with her ice cream and offered me to share it with a kind smile; where you could see how one of her upper canines was missing.
Over time it became platonic, as I realized that nothing could ever happen between us and that it was just a dream. Since when we grew up, I realized that money is everything on this island and that unfortunately I don't have it and her family has plenty of it. So a relationship between the kook princess and me is something impossible, which is a dream more than a reality.
After talking for a while, she goes back to her friends and I join John B on the shore of the beach. He was telling some people from the suburbs; about how we surfed during the storm and how incredible the waves were.
John B: And this guy, he surfed a wave that was almost five meters tall and managed to reach the end of it standing up.- he says after putting his arm over my shoulder.
Y/n: You say it as if it were the biggest wave we have ever surfed. - I say amused.
John B: But it was during a hurricane and not just any hurricane, but Hurricane Agatha no less.- he says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
JJ: John B, Y/n!- he shouts, approaching us. -Do you want the famous Milwaukee drink? - asks us, offering us two full glasses and I accept it.
Y/n: What does it have? - I ask, smelling the glass and taking a sip. -Fuck JJ, this is strong.- I say when the drink burns and scratches my throat when I swallow it.
JJ: It's the special drink.- he answers as if it were obvious. -Do you want yours or not? - he asks JB, but something catches his attention and he walks away from us.
From one moment to the next, we see how Topper and JJ begin to push each other. So we quickly approached them and tried to stop them. But Topper 's big mouth I had to talk and mess it up more .
Topper: Fucking pogues.- he says and I see how JB pushes him hard.
Pope: JB, we weren't supposed to mess it up and stay incognito.- he tells him, pushing him back and trying to avoid a fight.
But Topper pushes Pope out of the way and punches JB. Pope stops JJ and Kiara appears pushing me back, so we don't get into the fight.
Topper: Come on John B, or do you want me to drown you like your father? - he asks with sarcasm, making our friend get angry and respond by knocking him to the ground.
While everyone starts cheering for them to fight, I try to get rid of Kiara and separate them. When I see that JB is winning, I calm down a little and Kiara stops holding me back. But I still feel tense and ready to separate them if it gets worse.
Y/n: Fuck it.- I say when I see Topper sinking my friend's head into the water and drowning him.
I run towards him , tackling him by the waist into the water and separating him from my friend. But he breaks free and starts hitting me, so I start hitting him back and manage to hit him hard on the nose. I feel his nose crunch against my fist, making him hold it and start whimpering like a baby. I grab him by the collar of his shirt, starting to drag him and leave him at the feet of his friends.
Y/n: Either you take him or he doesn't come out of here. - I assure them, more than annoyed, releasing his friend and walking towards mine.
Topper: This will not remain like that orphan.- he shouts at me and I turn around fuming; walking quickly towards him, but JJ arrives first and points the gun at his head.
JJ: It is what you think.- he assures him with a crooked smile, causing everyone to flee in fear and Sarah to start screaming.
Sarah: JJ stop.- he yells in fear and Kiara also starts yelling at him.
JJ: You better leave, because otherwise I'll shoot you and I'll stay so calm. - he whispers and lets go.
An hour later, I find myself in my room wearing short black sweatpants and standing in front of the bathroom mirror. I look at my purple cheekbone, along with the eye and split lip that the idiot Topper left me with. I begin to heal the bruises, feeling the throbbing of the bruises and the stinging of the alcohol on my lip.
Sarah: That looks bad.- I hear from behind me and I jump scared.
Y/n: What the hell are you doing in my house and how did you get in? - I ask almost out of breath, feeling my heart racing and seeing the amused smile on her face.
Sarah: I came in my car, you left the window open and I came in that way. - she answers me, leaning on the bathroom door frame and giving me a soft smile.
Y/n: I'm impressed by you Cameron.- I commented with a smile, turning back to the mirror and continuing to heal my wounds.
Sarah: And can I know why? - aks with interest.
Y/n: Because you remember where I live, when you haven't been here in almost six years and you've snuck into my room without me or my grandparents noticing. - I respond, putting things away and turning to face her.
Sarah: It wasn't difficult to sneak in either and the house stuck in my mind. - She comments with a smile, passing her eyes over my body and stopping at the bumps on my face. - I'm very sorry for what Topper said to you.- she apologizes with a small grimace.
Y/n: He hasn't said anything that isn't true.- I assure her with a sigh. -Besides, you shouldn't be the one to apologize.- I say with a smile, although I'm sure it looks more like a grimace.
Sarah: Even if it's true, he doesn't have the right to tell you anything and even less so in such a low manner.- she says walking towards me and stopping a few centimeters from my body.
Y/n: Can I ask the reason for your night visit? - I ask her in a whisper, since we are really close and there is no need to speak very loudly.
Sarah: I wanted to see how you were doing, I was worried when Topper started hitting you and I wanted to make sure you were okay. - She answers me in a whisper, placing the palms of her hands on my chest and sticking as close to my body as possible.
Y/n: I think you can tell for yourself if I'm okay or not.- I whisper, placing my hands on her waist.
Sarah: I see that you are very well.- she assures in a whisper, and then lowers his gaze to my bare chest and bites her plump lip.
I can only swallow hard, feeling nervous at her closeness and the feel of her soft hands against my chest. My heart races as I look into her beautiful eyes, noticing the chocolate brown color and slightly dilated pupils.
My hands move along her waist, stopping at her lower back and feeling the softness of the fabric of her dress. She presses herself even closer against my body, moving her hands from my chest to my neck and clasping her hands behind my neck.
She starts leaning towards me and I just imitate her action, leaning forward and finishing joining our lips. At first we do not move our lips, but a few moments later we begin to move them calmly and without taking it any further.
Her lips feel plump, soft and warm against mine. The kiss is calm and is just a movement of the lips; without language or intentions to be deeper. 
When we break away from the kiss, I see the smile on her face and I'm sure I have the same smile on my face.
Sarah POV
I see his smile and I can't stop my heart from racing even more. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. I put my hands in his hair, stroking his short dark brown hair and smiling into his eyes.
Y/n: What time do you have to go home? - he asks in a whisper, caressing my lower back over my dress.
Sarah: Are you already kicking me out? - I ask pretending to be offended.
Y/n: You know I'm not, but I just wanted to ask you and know how long you can stay with me.- he whispers with a small pout, looking somewhere between cute and hard from the bruises.
Sarah: I don't have to go home.- I respond, biting my lip. -My father thinks I'm at my friend's house, so I don't have to go home and he doesn't have to know I'm here.- I assure him with a smile.
Y/n: Is this your way of saying you want to sleep here? - he asks with an amused smile.
Sarah: I accept the proposal. - I say amused, leaving a small kiss on his lips and leaving his private bathroom afterwards.
Y/n: I didn't invite you.- he comments amused, walking behind me and laughing.
Sarah: You can't withdraw the offer now.- I say sitting on the bed and crossing my legs.
Y/n: Do you need clothes to sleep in or do you prefer to take off that beautiful dress and that's it? - he asks amused, standing in front of me and crossing his arms.
Sarah: Some clothes would be good.- I respond with a smile.
He walks to his closet, pulling out a baggy blue tie-dye t- shirt and gray sweat shorts. But I just grab the shirt and go back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I change my clothes, leaving me only in the shirt that he left me; which reaches just below my butt and my panties.
When I go out to the room, the only light is on a camp lamp and Y/n is already lying in bed. I get in next to him quickly, moving closer to his body and placing my head on his chest.
Y/n: Goodnight princess.- he whispers against my forehead, leaving a kiss on the spot and hugging me to his body.
Sarah: Good night, idiot. - I respond a little amused, settling myself more against his body and closing my eyes.
I feel the beat of his heart against the palm of my hand, as well as the heat of his body against my hand and face, as well as his scent flooding my nostrils. All of it surrounds me and that makes my body relax immediately. So in less than two minutes I am completely asleep and in another world.
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kaitlinamberxo · 5 months ago
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“The downside of Pogue life is we’re ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue life? We’re ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.”
kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 57/100: John B Routledge
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One night, Every feeling
JJ Maybank x Fem!Cameron!Reader
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Synopsis: On your birthday, surrounded by the Pogues’ love and chaos, the night takes an unexpected turn for you and JJ. After months of denying your feelings, an evening of dancing, teasing, and vulnerability becomes the tipping point. Caught in the haze of emotion and reckless abandon, you act on what you’ve always felt but were too afraid to admit. A night meant for celebration becomes the one where everything changes—one night filled with every unspoken feeling finally laid bare.
Warning(s): 18+ only! Minors DNI, Mature themes, Language, the whole nine. Also very long! Apologies for mistakes :/
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The warm glow of string lights wrapped around Poguelandia, casting golden hues over the small haven as laughter and music echoed from inside. Tonight wasn’t about running from trouble or chasing treasure—it was your birthday, and for once, everything else could wait.
Pope stood in the middle of the Kildare island co, tying the finishing touches on a banner that read Happy Birthday, Trouble. The letters were uneven and slightly crooked, but he stepped back with a satisfied nod. “Perfect.”
“Perfectly lopsided,” Cleo teased from where she was setting up the speaker.
“Hey, it’s got character,” Pope defended, shooting her a mock glare.
“Yeah, yeah, good effort,” Kie chimed in, carrying a tray of mismatched cups to the table. “At least you’re trying.”
Meanwhile, Sarah was kneeling on a chair, carefully balancing as she added an oversized sparkler candle to the homemade cake. “This is gonna look amazing,” she declared.
“Or set the place on fire,” John B muttered, earning himself a swat on the arm.
“Relax,” Sarah said, grinning. “We’ve survived worse.”
JJ, leaning lazily against the doorway with a beer in hand, watched the commotion with a smirk. “You guys are really pulling out all the stops, huh?”
“You say that like you didn’t spend an hour arguing with Pope about the playlist,” Kie shot back, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, music’s important,” JJ said, feigning offense. He held up his beer in a mock toast. “You’re welcome for the vibe, by the way.”
“Sure, JJ. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Cleo said with a laugh, cranking up the music.
As the first notes of a familiar song filled the air, you stepped into the room, taking it all in—the decorations, the cake Cleo and Kie had made you, the way everyone was buzzing with energy.
“There she is!” Sarah cheered, hopping off the chair and rushing over to grab your arm. “Birthday girl, looking beautiful as ever!”
You laughed, letting her pull you further inside. “You guys didn’t have to do all this.”
“Of course we did,” Kie said, grinning. “It’s your day.”
“Yeah,” JJ added, his smirk widening. “And you only turn, what, thirty?”
“Ha-ha,” you deadpanned, shooting him a glare.
“Alright, alright, everyone shut up!” Sarah’s voice rose above the chatter, her hands cupped around her mouth. “It’s toast time!”
You groaned, sinking onto the couch. “Oh, God, no speeches.”
“Too late!” Sarah said, laughing as she grabbed a cup and raised it high.
“To my amazing, stubborn, sometimes infuriating sister, who somehow manages to keep us all in one piece while also causing at least half of the chaos we deal with,” Sarah began, her voice full of warmth and humor.
Everyone laughed, JJ the loudest. “She’s not wrong!”
Sarah rolled her eyes but smiled. “Shut up, JJ. Anyway, we love you, and we’re so glad you’re stuck with us. Cheers!”
“Cheers!” the group echoed, lifting their drinks before clinking cups and taking long sips.
JJ, still leaning against the doorway, tilted his cup toward you with a smirk. “To the only person who can give me a run for my money when it comes to trouble. I’m proud.”
“High praise coming from you, Maybank,” you teased, raising your drink.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” he replied, his tone playful but his gaze lingering just a second longer than necessary.
The music shifted to a faster beat, and Sarah grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet. “Nope, you’re not sitting this one out. Dance!”
Cleo was already swaying her hips to the rhythm, motioning for Kie to join her. “Come on, girl, birthday rule: you have to dance to at least three songs. Minimum.”
You laughed, letting them drag you to the middle of the room. As the music blared from the speaker, you lost yourself in the beat, spinning and laughing with your friends. Sarah twirled you around dramatically, while Cleo hyped you up with exaggerated cheers.
JJ watched from the edge of the room, a soft smile tugging at his lips as you danced. Pope nudged him. “You’re staring, man.”
“Shut up,” JJ muttered, taking another swig of his beer.
The music thumped through Poguelandia, and Cleo spun you around with a mischievous laugh. “Birthday girl’s got moves!”
Kie cheered, clapping along to the beat. “Yeahhh, I see you!”
Sarah leaned into John B on the couch, smirking as she watched the three of you take over the space near the speaker. “This is the most energy I’ve seen her have all day,” she joked, sipping from her cup.
“Alcohol does wonders,” John B teased back, earning a playful nudge from Sarah.
Meanwhile, JJ still leaned against the table, beer in hand, watching the scene unfold. His eyes lingered on you a beat too long, the way your hips swayed to the music and your head tipped back in laughter.
“Bro, you’re still staring?,” Pope said from beside him, smirking.
JJ didn’t even flinch. “Yeah? And?”
Pope raised his brows. “And maybe you should do something about it instead of looking like your about to combust”
JJ rolled his eyes and drained the rest of his beer. “Combust, my ass. I’m just appreciating the show.”
“Uh-huh,” Pope said, unconvinced. “What’s your excuse gonna be when I go out there and steal her for a dance?” He jokes, obviously knowing he would only ever choose Cleo.
JJ snorted. “Not happening, dude.”
Pope smirked. “Then prove it.”
JJ set his empty bottle on the table with a dramatic thud. “Fine. Watch and learn, Pope.”
Without hesitation, JJ sauntered toward the makeshift dance floor, his cocky grin in full effect. You caught sight of him as he approached, and the mischievous glint in his eyes made your heart skip.
“Finally decided to join the fun?” you teased as he stepped in front of you.
“Had to make sure you weren’t stealing the spotlight without me,” JJ shot back, his grin widening.
“Oh, I’m carrying this whole thing,” you joked, twirling in place. “Think you can keep up?”
“Please.” JJ grabbed your hand and spun you again, pulling you closer in one smooth motion. “I am the fun.”
The group cheered from the sidelines, John B letting out a loud whistle. “Yeah, J!”
Kie laughed, clapping. “Told you he’d cave eventually!”
Cleo leaned toward Pope, smirking. “That boy’s whipped.”
JJ ignored them all, his attention completely on you. The two of you fell into a rhythm effortlessly, his movements loose and confident as he guided you through the music.
“You’re not half bad,” you said, breathless from laughing and dancing.
JJ arched a brow. “Not half bad? Babe, I’m stealing the show.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, keep telling yourself that.”
JJ twirled you again, catching you by the waist as you stumbled slightly. His grip lingered, and for a second, the teasing grin on his face softened.
“You’re killing it, though,” he said, his voice lower now, just loud enough for you to hear over the music.
The sudden sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, your breath hitching as his hands steadied you. But before the moment could stretch too long, he stepped back, smirking again. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart raced as you grabbed his hands and pulled him back toward you. “I don’t think you’re allowed to leave the dance floor yet.”
JJ laughed, spinning you one last time as the song ended. “Alright, birthday girl. What’s next? Shots or another dance?”
Before you could answer, Cleo stepped in, dragging you away playfully. “She’s mine now, Maybank. Go take five.”
JJ threw up his hands in mock defeat. “Fine, but don’t wear her out before the next song!”
As he retreated to grab another drink, he glanced back at you over his shoulder, his smirk lingering. Pope shook his head as JJ rejoined him. “You’re so obvious, man.”
JJ grinned, unbothered. “And you’re jealous you don’t have moves like me.”
Pope laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”
But JJ wasn’t paying attention. His eyes drifted back to you, still dancing in the middle of the room, and for the first time all night, he let himself wonder if you had any idea what you were doing to him.
"You're gonna wear her out," Sarah teased from the couch, leaning into John B's shoulder.
"She's got this," Cleo said confidently, spinning you around.
JJ leaned back in his chair, watching as you danced with the girls. He tried to play it cool, his arms crossed over his chest, but the way his gaze lingered on you didn't go unnoticed.
"Sooo… are you just gonna sit there all night and stare?" Pope asked, nudging him.
JJ shrugged, not taking his eyes off the scene in front of him. "Someone's gotta make sure nobody gets too wild."
"Uh-huh," Pope said, clearly not buying it.
The song shifted again, this time to a bass-heavy beat that had Kie and Cleo moving with even more energy. You caught J's eye for a moment, your lips curving into a small smile, and his breath hitched before he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his drink.
“I can’t watch this shit anymore, bro” Pope muttered under his breath, laughing to himself.
The game of Kings was in full swing after awhile, the table cluttered with empty bottles, cans, and half-finished cups that had somehow become part of the challenge. The air was thick with laughter, loud music, and the intoxicating scent of booze, and the more the night wore on, the more everyone seemed to loosen up.
JJ was sprawled across the floor, his legs tangled in a chair, and his voice already slurring as he cheered for whatever ridiculous thing someone had just done. “Yo, Pope! Keep that up and I’m gonna have to start calling you lazy!’”
Pope, already red-faced from a few too many rounds, laughed back, holding his drink up like a trophy. “Don’t start, Maybank! I’ll show you lazy!”
Meanwhile, Cleo was trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was clear the alcohol was doing its work. She’d attempted to take a shot when it was her turn, but it ended up splashing more on her than in her mouth. “Fuck, man! That’s a waste of good Vodka!” she laughed, wiping her chin.
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, your laughter spilling freely with each passing round. JJ’s usual poker face had been replaced by a slightly tipsy, carefree version of himself, and he was absolutely loving it. You could feel the energy between you both shift as the alcohol mixed with the playful tension that had been simmering for days.
“Alright, alright,” Kie said, looking at the cards in her hand with a drunken frown. “I got a two. JJ, you know what that means, right?”
JJ raised his eyebrows, leaning forward with a wicked grin. “Oh, I know exactly what it means. You’re gonna do somethin’ crazy, aren’t you?”
You chuckled as Kie downed her drink in one go. “Your turn now!” she exclaimed, handing the bottle off to JJ with a sly grin.
As the night dragged on, the drinking games only seemed to get more ridiculous. There were shots, dares, and more rounds of Kings than anyone could count. But somehow, in the chaos, you and JJ became the focal point of the night. The two of you kept locking eyes across the room, the teasing glances and flirty remarks becoming a more regular occurrence.
JJ knocked back another drink, his eyes narrowing playfully as he leaned into you. “I think you’re tryin’ to make me jealous with how good you look tonight. Keep it up and you might get yourself in trouble,” he muttered, leaning so close his breath brushed your ear.
You felt the heat of his words, too drunk to care that the whole group could probably hear him. You looked at him with a drunken, teasing smile. “Oh yeah? You think I’m trying to make you jealous? Maybe I just wanna see you do something about it,” you shot back, not missing a beat.
JJ’s eyes widened, but then he laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, now, you’re not gonna get me to fall for that one. I know better.” He took another swig of his drink, leaning back with his arms crossed as if trying to play it cool—but the smile on his face betrayed him.
You scooted a little closer, the alcohol making you bold in ways you never usually were. “You sure? ‘Cause I don’t know if I’m buying it,” you purred, your voice low enough that only he could hear. The entire group was wrapped up in their own chaos, too drunk to notice anything between you and JJ.
Cleo, Kie and Pope were arguing over who could take the next shot the fastest, and John B and Sarah were wrapped up in their own world, holding hands while they giggled over something. The night had turned into one big blur, everyone losing themselves in the party.
But JJ, with his wild eyes, was only focused on you. “You better watch out, you’re gonna have me all over you, and I won’t let you live it down,” he teased, his voice low and confident—yet there was a slight slur to it.
You could feel the air between you both thicken as your proximity grew, and without thinking, you leaned in close enough to feel the warmth of his skin. “I can’t wait,” you whispered, your breath mingling with his.
JJ’s heart raced, and for a moment, he was frozen—his lips slightly parted, his breath shallow. He was too drunk to keep up the bravado. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Kook princess” he muttered with a half-laugh, before taking a long drink from his cup to steady himself.
A round of cheers erupted from the group as they realized it was JJ’s turn again. The game had gone on to become truth or dare, but mostly it was just dares flying around like crazy. Some kissed, some took shots they definitely had to pray on before taking, But he barely heard any of it. His focus was still locked on you.
“Okay, we’ve got a dare for you, JJ,” Pope suddenly interrupted, clearly not noticing the tension brewing between the two of you.
JJ snapped his head toward Pope, visibly trying to pull himself back together. “What’s the dare?”
Pope grinned mischievously. “Alright, I dare you to kiss her. Just a quick one, you know, to keep the night going.”
The entire group erupted in hoots of laughter and cheers, but you and JJ were suddenly hyper-aware of the quiet that had fallen around you two. The dare hung in the air like an undeniable challenge, and for a moment, neither of you moved.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and JJ was staring at you, not backing away but not advancing either. The alcohol had loosened your usual restraint, and now it felt like the entire room was holding its breath.
“You sure about that, Pope?” JJ finally said, his voice low, his usual cocky grin replaced with something a little more vulnerable. He was trying to keep it casual, but his voice wavered slightly.
Pope’s grin only widened. “Come on, man. If you don’t do it, kie will.”
Kie and you laughed—The challenge was clear, and suddenly, everything felt too real. The room, the music, the group—everything seemed to disappear as JJ’s face was inches from yours.
You tried to keep your expression neutral, but the flush creeping up your neck and the way your stomach twisted gave you away. JJ turned his gaze back to you, his usual confidence faltering for a split second.
“Alright, alright,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck as he stepped closer to you. His grin returned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Rules are rules, I guess.”
Your heart hammered in your chest as he stopped just in front of you, the world fading out once more. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides for a moment before one settled lightly on your arm, grounding you.
“You okay with this?” he asked softly, his tone so uncharacteristically gentle that it made your chest tighten.
You nodded, trying to act like your heart wasn’t about to leap out of your chest. “It’s just a dare, right?”
JJ’s lips twitched into a lopsided smirk, though there was a nervous edge to it. "Just a dare," he echoed, though the way his voice dipped made it sound like he was convincing himself.
As he leaned in, the room seemed to hold its collective breath. You could feel the heat of his body as he got closer, his other hand reaching up to gently cup the side of your face. The touch was warm, grounding, but it only made your heart pound harder.
When his lips finally met yours, the teasing atmosphere in the room evaporated entirely. It was meant to be quick, simple, but the moment JJ kissed you, the world narrowed to just the two of you. His lips were soft but firm, his hand tightening slightly on your arm as he lingered, longer than necessary for a dare.
A muffled cheer erupted from somewhere in the background, but neither of you pulled away. The kiss deepened, slow and magnetic, like neither of you could stop. JJ’s free hand brushed against your waist, almost instinctively, and the heat of it made your stomach twist in ways you couldn’t explain.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. The room burst into shouts and laughter, but you and JJ stayed frozen for a beat too long, staring at each other. His lips were slightly parted, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes searched yours, as though trying to decipher what just happened.
Your chest tightened, your lips still tingling as you tried to collect yourself. JJ took a shaky breath and stepped back, his hand dropping from your arm and face. He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze for a moment before glancing back at you.
“Happy now, Pope?” JJ’s voice cracked slightly, and he covered it by grabbing his beer and chugging half of it.
“Oh, we’re thrilled,” Pope replied smugly, raising his drink.
“You two sure took your time with that one,” Kie teased, raising an eyebrow at you both.
“Yeah, definitely longer than the ‘quick one’ we had in mind,” Cleo added with a knowing smirk.
Your face burned, and you quickly grabbed your drink, hoping no one could see how shaken you felt. Across the table, JJ was no better, his ears red as he avoided looking directly at anyone. But every so often, your eyes met, and the tension between you sparked all over again.
“You gonna survive over there, JJ?” John B teased, tossing a bottle cap in his direction.
JJ rolled his eyes, though his smirk had returned, even if it was faint. “I—“
“Okay! Next dare,” Kie announced, clearly trying to keep the game going and cutting JJ off—to which he was very thankful for.
The game carried on, the laughter and teasing filling the space again. But for the rest of the night, you couldn’t stop glancing at JJ—and every time you did, you caught him looking back, his expression unreadable but heavy with something unspoken.
The night was far from over.
——-
The group had shifted to the couch area, most of them completely drunk and sprawled out, as the music continued to pulse in the background. The playful tension from the dare hung between you and JJ like an electric current, the air thick with unspoken words.
You and JJ hadn’t spoken much since the kiss, both of you trying to act as if it hadn’t just happened. But the way your eyes met every now and then, and the way your body seemed to gravitate towards him without thought, was enough to make everyone else notice.
John B, already tipsy and leaning into Sarah, was the first to break the silence. “Okay, okay, we need to start another round of something. Before I close my eyes and never open them” He looked between everyone, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the two of you. “But someone better keep an eye on JJ and the birthday girl. Looks like they’re gonna start their own game soon.” He winked, half-joking, but it didn’t land as lightly as he probably intended.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the blush creeping up your neck. “Shut up, John B,” you mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, pretending to find something interesting about your drink.
JJ, sitting across from you, caught the blush and grinned. “What, you embarrassed now?” His voice was light, teasing, but the heat in his gaze betrayed his casual tone. He knew exactly what was going on.
“No,” you shot back quickly, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Not embarrassed. Just… I don’t know, maybe your just a bad kisser.” You swirled the drink in your hand, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, maybe… but you know,” JJ started, leaning in closer, his voice low, “Your body says otherwise” He smirked, and there was something in his voice that was far too confident, even for him. “If you want another try, all you have to do is ask”
The words hit like a shot of tequila, and you felt the heat rising in your chest once again. For a moment, you just stared at him, your pulse quickening. “What makes you think I want that?” You were drunk enough to be bold, but the teasing in your tone didn’t match the rapid beat of your heart.
JJ’s smirk softened, his eyes flickering to your lips for the briefest moment before looking away. He leaned back in his seat, glancing at the group, and then back at you, his voice suddenly quieter. “I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind,” he said, shrugging, like he was trying to act nonchalant. But there was something in the way he said it, the vulnerability in his voice, that made your breath hitch.
You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way he looked at you, but you were suddenly drawn to him in a way you hadn’t expected. The playful flirting had turned into something more, something deeper.
Before you could respond, Cleo stood up, raising her cup dramatically. “Okay, okay! Time for some more chaos! Who’s up for another round of… whatever we’re doing?”
The interruption snapped both of you back into the present, but the heat between you didn’t fade. The night was still young, and now, everyone was shouting for another round of drinks.
“Fine,” you muttered under your breath, standing up and turning to grab another drink. “But I’m keeping my distance from Maybank for the next round.”
JJ raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I bet you are,” he teased, but his smile faded as he noticed the slight shift in your attitude. The flirting had stopped, and there was something else there now, something neither of you were ready to deal with.
But before either of you could speak again, Pope and Cleo dragged everyone back into the living room, launching into another round of Kings, laughing and joking as they set everything up.
As the night wore on, the group’s energy shifted. People began winding down, some already half-asleep on the couches, others still caught up in the haze of drunken laughter. You and JJ remained in the same space but kept your distance, the unspoken tension between you both thickening with every passing second.
Eventually, the music died down, and the room grew quieter. John B and Sarah were wrapped up in each other, and Cleo had snuck off to sit by herself, letting the alcohol take its toll. Pope was sitting next to you, chatting about something, but your mind kept wandering back to JJ. You hadn’t realized how badly you’d wanted him until this moment—until that kiss and the lingering feeling it left in its wake.
“Hey,” Pope’s voice broke through your thoughts. “You good?”
You turned your head to look at him, trying to hide the conflicted look on your face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little too drunk,” you laughed, but there was an edge to your voice that betrayed you.
Pope raised an eyebrow. “If you say so. But just know, JJ’s been acting weird since the kiss. He’s too drunk to admit it—and I’m too drunk to go in depth about it, but he cares about you.”
You blinked, surprised by his honesty. “What are you talking about?” you said quickly, trying to sound casual, but your heart was racing.
Pope shrugged, his eyes softening. “I know JJ. He’s not good at talking about his feelings. Especially when it comes to you.”
Before you could respond, you caught JJ glancing at you from across the room. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed him. It was as if he was trying to keep his distance, but the pull between you both was undeniable.
He quickly turned his attention back to his drink, avoiding eye contact. You could feel the weight of his gaze even from across the room, and for a moment, you wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and pull him close. But you also knew that whatever was happening between you two—this unspoken tension, this flirtation—wasn’t something you were ready to figure out just yet.
The group around you began to fade into the background as you and JJ shared a moment of quiet understanding from across the room. No words were exchanged, but the silence spoke volumes. And just like that, you knew whatever was to come—it wasn’t going to feel good in the morning.
——
As the night stretched on, the weight of the alcohol settled in, and the chaotic energy of the group began to wane. The music faded out, and the laughter that had filled the room softened into sleepy chuckles and half-hearted conversations. The sounds of glasses clinking together became less frequent, replaced by tired yawns and people stretching, making their way to the camp fire outside and blankets that had been carelessly tossed around the circle.
You were sitting closer to the fire, taking in the warmth again your skin, your legs tucked under you as you quietly observed the others. John B and Sarah were curled up together, already half-asleep, with his arm slung around her shoulders. Pope and Cleo, though still conscious, were drifting into a peaceful silence, their eyes barely open as they snuggled into the cushions. Kie had already went inside a few minutes prior, complaining about how she had to be up early tomorrow morning. The only ones still wide-eyed were you and JJ, and despite the heaviness of the night, neither of you seemed ready to let it end just yet.
JJ, sitting across from you, had his elbow resting on his knee, his eyes trained on the fire in front of him. He seemed distant, but his occasional glances toward you didn’t go unnoticed. You caught his eyes again, and this time, instead of looking away, he let them linger.
You let out a quiet breath, unsure how to proceed. “We should probably help clean up,” you murmured, breaking the silence, your words a little slurred from the alcohol.
JJ chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair with a slight tilt of his head. “Eh, we’ll get to it tomorrow. It’s too late for that now. Let them sleep it off. We’ve earned a break.” His voice had a playful tone, but there was something in it, a flicker of something deeper, that caught your attention.
“Yeah, I guess,” you said quietly, nodding, though your eyes were still locked with his.
A few more moments of silence passed, the fire crackling softly, the only sound besides the occasional rustling of blankets as everyone else settled in for the night.
Suddenly, Cleo stood up, stretching and yawning loudly. “Alright, guys,” she said with a teasing grin. “I think it’s time for me to pass out. You know where to find the blankets.” She glanced at you and JJ. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, alright?”
“Trust me, Cleo, we’re just gonna… just chill out,” JJ said, flashing her a grin.
“You two are trouble, you don’t fool me” Cleo called over her shoulder, not looking back as she walked toward the makeshift sleeping area. Pope was already settling beside her, clearly exhausted from the night’s events.
With a small wave, Sarah and John B followed suit. “Goodnight, guys,” Sarah called, already half-asleep as she leaned into John B’s side, and they made their way to the back rooms of the house.
A quiet hush fell over the fire, and the last of the group had all but drifted into the house, leaving you and JJ alone, just the two of you still sitting in the dim glow of the firelight.
JJ was sitting on the edge of a chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he twirled an empty beer bottle in his hands. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes, and there was something about the way he looked at you now—unguarded, raw, like all the walls he’d built around himself had crumbled under the weight of the night.
You sat only a few feet away, mind swaying from the alcohol coursing through your veins, watching him with a mix of amusement and apprehension. He hadn’t said much since the others left, and for once, you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it was charged.
“You know,” you finally broke the quiet, your voice softer than usual, “you have a really bad poker face”
JJ glanced up at you, his brows lifting in amusement. “Yeah?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “And yours is any better, kook princess?”
You smirked at the nickname, taking a step closer. “You act like you don’t care about anything, but you do. A lot. You care about them”—you motioned toward the house—“you care about this place, and, whether you like it or not, you care about me.”
JJ’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, and you saw his jaw tighten as he glanced away, back at the bottle in his hands. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he muttered, his voice low.
“Maybe,” you admitted, taking another step closer. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Nope,” you said with a small smile, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not when it comes to you.”
That made him look up, his blue eyes locking onto yours in a way that made your breath hitch. The firelight danced in his gaze, but it wasn’t the flames you were focused on—it was the way he was looking at you, like he was trying to decide whether to keep pushing you away or finally let you in.
He stood, starting to diminish the fire in the pit, and for a moment you wondered if you should tell him you didn’t want to go back in the house, the drunken words hanging off your tongue in the moment. JJ on the other hand, had already been walking up to you, dumping his drink with one hand and holding the other one out to you.
“Want some company tonight?” His words make your stomach twist. Of course you did—hell, you’ve been staring at him all night. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or maybe just your overthinking, but the way he looked at you… it made you think so many things. Things you shouldn’t think about with your best friend.
You take your lip between your teeth, trying to hide the blush from your cheeks as you take his soft hand, nodding when you look up at him. You followed him into the shop, stopping to lean against the counter when he let go to put away some of the drinks back in the tiny fridge you had inside. You watched him, so many thoughts running through your head. You knew you wanted JJ… but for some reason—tonight was the night you were finally sick of waiting.
You watch as his muscle flex when he pushes the fridge door shut, making sure its broken latch actually stays. His messy hair is longer than usual, in need of a haircut but it clearly didn’t bother you in this light. Your mind ran wild with thoughts of your nails running across his arms, fingers intertwining with his blond locks. Fucking hell, why did you have to drink so much?
“You alright over there? Don’t tell me your day dreaming about me” his comment tunes you back in, your eyes averting to his and you notice how close he is to you now. Your eyelids were heavy, but your eyes said everything they needed to. You looked at him with passion, a clear and desperate need for him to just grab you and kiss you.
JJ’s smirk faltered slightly when he caught the way you were looking at him. His playful confidence wavered, and for a moment, it seemed like neither of you knew who would make the first move. The tension crackled like the remnants of the fire outside-intense and impossible to ignore.
"What?" he asked, his voice lower now, a nervous edge creeping in.
You shook your head, swallowing hard as you straightened against the counter. "You're just... annoying," you said, trying to say literally anything and sound casual, but your voice betrayed you, soft and breathless.
"Annoying?" he repeated, leaning a hand against the counter beside you, his eyes narrowing. "Funny, 'cause you're the one staring like I'm a damn trophy."
"I wasn't staring," you muttered, cheeks burning.
JJ tilted his head, his lips twitching into a lopsided grin. "Oh, you weren't? Could've fooled me."
You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already moving closer, his chest brushing against yours as his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was so light, so deliberate, that it sent a shiver through you.
"Careful," he murmured, his eyes dipping to your lips. "You're starting to look at me like you want something."
Your breath hitched as his words sank in, the weight of them making your head spin even more than the alcohol already had.
He was so close now, his scent-salt, weed, and a faint trace of cologne-making your heart race.
"And if I do?" you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.
JJ's jaw tightened, his playful demeanor slipping as his fingers hovered just above your cheek. His gaze flicked between your eyes and lips, and you could see the internal battle raging inside him.
"Don't do that," he muttered, shaking his head slightly.
"Do what?"
"Say things like that," he said, his voice rough. "You're gonna make me do something stupid."
You leaned into his touch, your lips parting as your hand moved to rest against his chest. His heart was pounding under your palm, and it gave you the courage to press on.
"Maybe I want you to," you said softly, your voice daring.
JJ let out a low, humorless laugh, his forehead coming to rest against yours. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he said, his voice strained.
"Then show me," you challenged, your lips brushing against his just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck it” He huffs, and it was safe to say you couldn’t imagine the extent of what would happen next.
His restraint shattered in an instant. One of his hands gripped the counter beside you, the other cupping your face as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was fiery and desperate, his need for you pouring out in every movement. You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed you back against the counter.
It was messy, intoxicating, and everything you'd imagined it would be. His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer as if he couldn't stand even a breath of space between you.
"Fuck," he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "You're gonna kill me."
You pulled back just enough to look at him, your forehead still resting against his.
"Maybe that's the point," you said, a small, teasing smile curving your lips.
JJ let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he stared at you like you'd just turned his entire world upside down. His fingers brushed along your jawline, his gaze softening in a way that made your chest tighten.
"We’re so screwed," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, more deliberate.
"Shut up and kiss me, Maybank," you teased, your smile breaking against his lips.
He didn't answer, but the way his hands tightened around you told you everything you needed to know. The tension that had been building between you all night finally melted away, leaving just the two of you and the undeniable pull that neither of you could fight any longer.
JJ’s kisses turned deeper, hungrier, as his hands tightened their hold on your hips, fingers digging into your skin like he was afraid you might slip away. He had you backed up against the counter, the edge pressing into your lower back, but the slight discomfort didn't matter. All you could feel was him—his warmth, his need, and the way he was finally letting himself give in.
Your fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, brushing against his skin, and the sound he made against your lips sent a shiver down your spine. JJ broke the kiss, his lips moving to your jaw, then to your neck, leaving a trail of heat that made your head spin.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough.
Your breath hitched, your hands roaming up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingertips. "Jayj…" you whisper, your voice soft but slightly shaking from the new sensation.
JJ pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his pupils blown wide and his lips red and slightly swollen. "You're dangerous," he said, shaking his head with a crooked grin.
"Me? You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself," you teased, tugging at his shirt.
"Yeah, well, you make it impossible," he shot back, his grin softening into something more genuine.
He pulled you into another kiss, slower this time, but no less intense. His hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just beneath your shirt, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You arched into him, your hands finding their way into his messy blond hair, pulling him even closer.
Somewhere in the haze of it all, JJ lifted you onto the counter, his hands gripping your thighs as he stepped between them.
The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered, made your chest tighten.
"JJ," you whispered, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
His name coming from your lips had sounded like a prayer only he was meant to hear. It shifted every gear in his body when he heard it. That breathless, innocent tone of yours. "Fuck. Keep saying it” he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick with want, his forehead resting against yours.
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest.
“I want you, Jayj. You have me" you confessed, your voice barely audible.
JJ let out a soft laugh, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "That’s my girl" he said, his voice carrying an honesty that made your breath catch.
He kissed you again, and this time, it felt different. It wasn't just about the tension or the alcohol—it was about everything that had been building between you for so long.
"Tell me to stop," JJ murmured against your lips, his hands trembling slightly as they trailed up your thighs. "Tell me to stop before we change our friendship forever."
You shook your head, your hands cupping his face. "Don't stop," you whispered, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. “Please… don’t stop, J” With a final laugh, JJ pulled you closer, smashing his lips against your own once again. At this point, you wasted no time in letting your hands explore each others body. Your fingers felt his perfectly chiseled chest under his shirt as he left sensual kisses and bites against your neck, quiet breaths leaving your lips as you let your head fall back in pleasure.
He was the first to slip off your shirt, tossing it to a random side of the shop as he admired the sight in front of him. You were perfectly tanned, the curves of your breast inside your bra made it even harder for him to focus. You whine as he kisses your collar, growing more and more desperate by the minute.
He smirks against your skin, his hand slipping underneath your bra until it came undone. “Impatient girl—I’ll take care of you” you let it fall, not caring even a little bit that you were almost fully exposed to him now. The shop had thin walls and makeshift windows—someone could see you if they wanted to, but you didn’t care as long as JJ’s arms were wrapped around you.
You make brief eye contact with him before he moves down your chest, his large hands kneading your breasts while his lips move over them. You were on cloud 9—so drunk and so incredibly horny for the boy in front of you that you didn’t care if anyone heard.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Y/N” he mumbles against your skin, a moan slipping from your lips as his fingers dug firmer into your skin. It was so rough, such hungry movements against each other. It was perfect.
“Fuck, Jayj…” your fingers comb through his hair, the nails on your other hand digging into the wood countertop under you. As much as JJ was enjoying watching you fall apart, he knew he couldn’t do anything with you on the counter like this. At least not what he wanted.
You felt his hands tug you toward him, so harsh he’d moved you swiftly. Your legs wrapped around his waist like an order, and it was—an unspoken one to you. Your arms lay around his neck as he carries you upstairs, lips on your the entire time and your surprised he didn’t fall.
He laid you back against the couch, the two of you barely fitting as he followed you down. The heat from his body radiated your own—making the moment all too real. “J… not fair” you hum, tugging at his shirt that was still fully on while you lay fully exposed from the waist up. He chuckles, leaning back and pulling it over his head, throwing it to the other side of the room.
"We’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N" He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the couch fabric, closing you between him.
You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face. "Isn’t that what we’re all about?"
The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.
"JJ" You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.
"You are so fucking hot, Jesus" He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin.
Your moans are what encourage him the most.
Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he'd had that dream many, many times before.
"I've waited so long for this" Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big-he was so fucking big. It should've scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.
"I know you have" He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted JJ Maybank to let everyone know you were his.
"Having an attitude isn’t that attractive on you, Maybank. I know you’ve wanted me like this ever since I joined the pogues" You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. "But that’s okay, I'll find someone else—someone who hasn't played with me for years"
A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.
"You've waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you" He's so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn't know you had. Only for JJ. "This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you'd give me after l'd make out with random kooks—you were so jealous, Sweetheart"
Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance.
JJ knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? "Fuck, Y/N. I’m so drunk but I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you if I was sober either"
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders.
"That doesn't matter. You have me now" His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn't know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.
His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something.
But you didn't know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.
He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.
"Fuck" You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. "S-shit!" Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn't. "Fucking hell, J" You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn't want to seem weak.
But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.
Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you'd come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.
"I know your not holding back on me, are you?" His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn't squirm. JJ was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.
"Jayj…" He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his fingers inside you. “J-JJ, let me-"
"No" He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could've taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.
"You taste so fucking good, Y/N" His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan's increased.
It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn't hold on, your legs were far too weak.
"Please, please-Jayj, please" His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he'd take his time with you but now?
He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn't last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?
"That’s it, just let go for me, Pretty girl" In only seconds, you're coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. JJ’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.
"J!" You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn't take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you.
"Holy shit" You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the boy above you, noticing once again how he towers over you. “Dick” you push him before laying back against the couch in a huff, your body still shuddering and your heart coming down from the high he had given you.
He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn't used on you.
You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips-to which you copied his action from before, staring into his eyes as you did.
"That’s my girl" He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God... it was so fucking hot.
Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.
"Let me" You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.
"No. I need you. Right now" His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. It was slightly dark around you, only lit by the string lights strung high up around the outsides of the shop.
"You have me, Jayj. You’ve… you’ve always had me" Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he'd never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you're quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.
"I won’t be able to look at you with anyone else after we do this" He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower. Right where he wanted you the entire time.
His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he's wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.
"You mean… everything to me, Jayj" You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more
meaning-the kiss after you'd admit your feelings for one another.
He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he's already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.
Fuck. He was going to ruin you.
Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn't care if it hurt at first.
You just wanted him.
From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.
"Mmm" You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren't prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt... full.
"Oh my god" You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn't get enough of you. "J... JJ" one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.
"Fuck, Y/N. I can’t…" He bites his lip, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. "God, you feel so good" one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the curve of your breasts, his large hands teasing your nipples.
"Such a tease, J…" Your breathless words are too late when he's already looking over your now fully bare body, completely discarding your words. Jesus, you were so perfect.
"You are so beautiful, Y/N" He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn't take his eyes off you, the curves of your body... you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.
"Mmm!" Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn't hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn't care. It was just you and him, nobody else.
His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. "JJ! I can't... oh my gosh" Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don't care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. "It's so good... fuck! You're so fucking good!"
"Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you" He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn't look away from him.
His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.
Which he did.
"Gonna come..! J, I'm gonna come!" You’re a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before.
Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.
"Come for me. Want you to scream my name so all of those no good kooks hear how much of a slut you are for a ‘worthless’ pogue like me” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. "My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”
"I'm coming! I'm-oh my god I-" Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn't last much longer. "J..!" You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.
"That's it, Baby. That’s my fuckin’ girl" His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. "My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me"
"Jayj... please—Jesus—“
"Your body is calling mine for more. You want more" You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. "Fuck me? I'm only giving you what you want" You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips.
He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he's already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air.
You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. "I was only joking, Pretty boy" You hum, looking back at his face.
He doesn't say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. "This is what you wanted? Never knew you were such a brat" He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn't even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn't even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.
"fuck! Right there! Please, J—Mmph!" Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands reaching back to hold onto his warm body as he pushed himself against you. "You're so deep... so fucking good to me, J" He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.
"Nobody can have you like I can, Y/N. Your mine. You're all fucking mine, you hear me?" You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. "That's it, just like that, my love" He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.
"JJ, I'm gonna come ag... oh my god" You whine into your hand, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He's a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you.
"Come with me. Please, don't hold out on me"
The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.
"That’s it—that’s my pretty girl. My fuckin’ girl, come for me and only me, yeah?" You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn't hold it anymore, and neither could he. "I'm right behind you"
Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different.
Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, JJ was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.
"J... JJ!" His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You were on birth control—and you wanted all of him, just as you said.
"Fuck...!" He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it's everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your walls with his white, hot release.
For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed on top of him against the couch. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that dripped from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy-lips parted.
It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and JJ leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.
You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn't be weird...
"Come here" He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot, despite that fact it was basically without windows, and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.
"Jayj..." You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing lines on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as it you're about to ruin the amazing night you had —but you had to say it. "Where do we go from here..?"
Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn't even see the obvious answer. JJ made it clear what he wanted. He couldn't go back to normal with you—not after this night.
“Don’t worry about that right now, Alright? We’re both still drunk as shit, let’s enjoy the quiet night we have and face the music tomorrow, yeah?” He pushes strands of your hair from your face, and a slight tug at your heart subsides but you know it’s okay. You knew this could never be casual to either of you.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain Maybank” He chuckled, leaning his head down to press a kiss to your forehead. You smile, interlocking your fingers with his own against your shoulder. You couldn’t believe it—you were actually here with him.
After all this time.
“Only the best for my girl”
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I literally haven’t written in so long. Sorry if this was rushed, the ORIGINAL VERSION was super long so I had to cut it down 🥲
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wellisntthatinteresting · 2 days ago
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Just had a thought - imagine a time jump in OBX5?
I can actually see them going there again if they pursued a sort of ‘they immediately tried to follow Groff and/or the blue crown but the trail turned cold, they returned to the OBX, and now 3-5 years later, here we are with them in their new normals after JJ’s death, and suddenly the trail is hot again’.
I honestly am still so angry and disappointed and just sad about OBX4 that I feel very little incentive to think about, much less watch, OBX5. Yet my brain is still trying to figure out a way to give these characters closure in a meaningful way.
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zyasmedia · 4 months ago
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why am i so scared (i never read the books; i read like 3 chapters of corrupt) ⬇️
not gonna lie it was hard to be quiet when i hit my head once or twice.
why is she so real
fixing myself up, i walked in and immediately spotted jj without his mask and shirt fighting with a kid. a crowd surrounded them, cheering them on. it wasn’t serious judging by the smile on his face.
that’s what made st. peter even more unique to our little town. no one knew what they were used before but everyone loves what we used it for now.
i remember a smut scene here
i couldn’t even make my way all down there. there was a large figure who blocked the end of the staircase. john b.
why'd my heart smut omfg
“i just wanted to see what’s going on down there.” “no. not unless you go down with me.”
🦅🦅🦅🦅
“not his. matter of fact i’m not anybody’s so you don’t have to worry about me. now get out of my way.” “you’re not anybody’s?” i tilted my head up, trying to seem taller. didn’t matter cause i still have to look up at him. “exactly.” “not even mines?” he asked, pulling me into him. my breath hitched and i hated that mask more then ever. i wanted to see the way he was looking at me right now. his whole expression not just his eyes.
SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SCREAMINGGGGG
“you want to go down there right?” he asked and i nod. “then we’re doing it my way.”
he's so kinky pls sir
i even tried to focus on the fight but the tie was soon tied around my eyes. “don’t move. let’s see if you can handle this first.” his lips ghosted over my ear as he took the beer out of my hands. then all the warmth he bought was gone.
WAIT HE BLINDFOLDED HER???
“they’re right you know.” a voice said from behind me, coming closer. “you shouldn’t waste this and whoever got you like this is.” his voice was deep like john b’s but there was something in it that triggered my fight or flight response. rafe.
i literally start chewing on bricks when i see this mans name
“too bad i like playing with stuff that’s not mine.” he pulled me into him and his hand started stroking my face.
rafeeeee PLS RESERVE THAT ENERGY FOR MEEE
“no i want you to be as nice to me as nice you are to whoever got you like this. especially since you have a room at the routledge’s. so i can come to your room and let me go underneath your covers and in between your legs. can you be that nice to me huh?” his voice got lower and lower as he kept talking and his mouth was next to my ear.
literally begging 1 chance 1 chance pls 🛐
“let her go, rafe.” another voice said. warmer. jj.
JJ BABY
“I know that. you’re just going the wrong way.” I can hear the laughter in his voice.
why do i love jj here
as soon as I tried to make my way down the stairs there was someone’s arms was around me. they were familiar. they felt safe. “john b.” “how did you know?” “i know how you feel.”
screaming screaming they're soulmates ur honor
“i want you to be apart of my world. i see you watching from the sidelines all the time. i see you get buried by everyone praises when you stay inside of the box. i know you want to rip your skin just to feel something new. want to join. want to be free of everyone exceptions even if it’s just for a second.” he had me pinned to the wall, grabbing my jaw so I keep my eye contact with him.
i am sat
“there you are. your mom is worried sick about you after the school called. come here I’ll take you home.” he pushed his brother away and wrapped his arm around me like he was saving me. he just did the worse thing ever.
yo why is he making me mad
final thoughts — i've been so giddily while reading a fic before. also, also, the way ur structuring the horsemen. i know it's based off of 🤭, but still, reading it in the obx boys' voices and their names?? it's blurring the lines for me and i love it. PLS, i'm enjoying this a little tooo much.
devil night - angel and john b
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three years ago
angel
the car stopped after at least twenty minutes. two minutes ago we switched from a smooth road to one of gravel.
not gonna lie it was hard to be quiet when i hit my head once or twice.
i heard all the car doors around me slammed and the talking and giggles and shouts of everyone who was invited to this part of the party.
at least for now.
i knew as soon as school was over there was gonna be the rest of the parking lot here. everyone is ready to see what the horseman got in store for us tonight. no one was going to mess this out and i for sure didn’t want to either.
as soon as the area around me quieted down, i got out the car and see where i was.
forest. forest. forest and cars.
the old church. saint peter’s.
destroyed by hurricanes over the years, it stood there like an homage to the old outer banks. it was beautiful in a haunting way with its blow out windows and stone walls that were mostly up, touching the tree tops.
fixing myself up, i walked in and immediately spotted jj without his mask and shirt fighting with a kid. a crowd surrounded them, cheering them on. it wasn’t serious judging by the smile on his face.
there was music blasting by some speakers. the weeknd’s seductive voice coming through it. a couple of kegs and coolers were set up on some of the pews that were still standing. a couple kids made a makeshift dance floor and was grinding against each other. some were disappearing down a set of stairs.
the catacombs.
that’s what made st. peter even more unique to our little town. no one knew what they were used before but everyone loves what we used it for now.
i never been down there.
looking around I notice that no one was looking my direction. who was really going to care if i went down there? it can’t be that bad down there.
walking down, the stairs the music amplified by ten and the light was only enough to see five feet in front of you.
i couldn’t even make my way all down there. there was a large figure who blocked the end of the staircase.
john b.
“what are you doing?”
he still had his mask on but was holding a beer and his hoodie was off. his white shirt hugged him perfectly. his hair was the same as it was. not slick with sweat.
at least not yet. the night was young after all.
college has done him good though.
not that he wasn’t good looking before but there was something different about him.
“i asked what you were doing here?” he questioned again, going up the stairs making me back away.
he was a step down from me but that just made him the same height. didn’t make him less intimidating at all.
“i just wanted to see what’s going on down there.”
“no. not unless you go down with me.”
“i saw at least a couple of girl go down there by myself. why can’t i?”
“don’t want anybody to get the wrong idea. you’re my brother’s girlfriend and he would be mad at me if i let you go down there by yourself. well i wouldn’t care but my parents would and i rather not have them bug me cause of it.” he shrugged and lifted his mask a bit to take a sip of his beer.
his brother’s?
fucking andrew.
“not his. matter of fact i’m not anybody’s so you don’t have to worry about me. now get out of my way.”
“you’re not anybody’s?”
i tilted my head up, trying to seem taller. didn’t matter cause i still have to look up at him. “exactly.”
“not even mines?” he asked, pulling me into him. my breath hitched and i hated that mask more then ever. i wanted to see the way he was looking at me right now. his whole expression not just his eyes.
i felt like my whole body was humming as he picked me up with one arm around my body and brought me right back up the stairs. he put me down and with that same hand he went up my back and start undoing the tie we had to wear at school.
“what are-?”
“you want to go down there right?” he asked and i nod.
“then we’re doing it my way.”
he turned me around as the tie finally loosened and i saw everyone still focusing on the fight.
good.
i don’t know what he has planned for me but i don’t want it to be obvious. not yet anyway.
“here. take a sip.” he handed me his beer bottle and i did. anything to make me feel less nervous. less aware of how close he was to me right now.
i even tried to focus on the fight but the tie was soon tied around my eyes. “don’t move. let’s see if you can handle this first.” his lips ghosted over my ear as he took the beer out of my hands. then all the warmth he bought was gone.
what the hell?
i took a step back just to see if that’s where he went. he wasn’t there.
I felt his eyes on me though.
fine. if he wanted me to wear this and play a game i could do it. i’ll even go to the catacombs by myself.
if i remember correctly the doorway was across from the fight.
walking towards where I thought was the right way, i can hear some girls giggle as i past by them. “no idea what they’re going to do with you but i’m jealous. don’t waste it.” one of them teased.
“oh trust me I won’t.” i joked and they giggled and a chorus of have fun was coming at me.
hearing them walk away i wondered where that boost of confidence came from and realized i should’ve asked them to take me to the catacombs. I don’t want to stumble around and get lost and embarrass myself.
john b doesn’t get embarrassed though. he makes it work in his favor.
i could still find it myself. show him that i’m more then capable of taking care of myself.
“they’re right you know.” a voice said from behind me, coming closer. “you shouldn’t waste this and whoever got you like this is.” his voice was deep like john b’s but there was something in it that triggered my fight or flight response.
rafe.
“aren’t you andrew’s girlfriend? i didn’t see him here yet.” his voice was now coming from the front of me and I can feel his body heat.
“not his.”
“too bad i like playing with stuff that’s not mine.” he pulled me into him and his hand started stroking my face.
“let go of me.”
“no i want you to be as nice to me as nice you are to whoever got you like this. especially since you have a room at the routledge’s. so i can come to your room and let me go underneath your covers and in between your legs. can you be that nice to me huh?” his voice got lower and lower as he kept talking and his mouth was next to my ear.
“let her go, rafe.” another voice said. warmer. jj.
“this isn’t high school anymore jj. i can do whatever I want. isn’t that right sweetheart?” he asked and his finger grazed my lips and i opened up a bit.
“good gi-. what the fuck?!” he shouted as he rip his finger away from my teeth.
“what? too hard?” I heard jj laugh and rafe’s hands were off of me.
“what are you laughing at? the bitch bit me.”
“and you deserve worse. we both told you to leave her alone.” jj pointed out and I heard rafe puff.
“we’re not done.” i think that was directed to me.
“you are. go downstairs and cool off. we have a lot to do tonight.” I heard him walk away and jj come closer. “you okay angel?”
“yeah i’m fine.”
“i would say he’s just all talk but.”
“yeah i know.”
“want me to stay with you till john b comes back?”
a part of me wanted him too but those weren’t the rules and I didn’t want john b to make an excuse on why I couldn’t go down there.
“no i’m okay. just going to the catacombs.” i said walking towards where I thought it was.
“can’t, kid.”
“yes I can. you saw what i did to rafe. I could do it to anyone down there.”
in other words, I wasn’t a kid.
“I know that. you’re just going the wrong way.” I can hear the laughter in his voice.
“thank you.”
“no problem kid.” he said and i went the opposite direction. i felt the wall until i came to a doorway that lead down.
yes.
as soon as I tried to make my way down the stairs there was someone’s arms was around me. they were familiar. they felt safe.
“john b.”
“how did you know?”
“i know how you feel.”
“you have no idea.” he turned me around. “i thought I told you to wait for me.”
“you was taking too long.”
“surprised you want to go down there after you sent rafe down there.” he chuckled.
“you saw that and you didn’t help me?” what the fuck is wrong with him. if andrew was here he couldn’t do much but he would try. rafe listens to him.
“you had it handled.”
“what if i didn’t? what if i didn’t and he did something to me?”
“angel i’m not your knight. you saved yourself and you did good. don’t depend on people to do it for you.”
“but-.”
“but nothing. you saved yourself and it felt good didn’t it?”
he’s right. it did feel good and jj backing me up just put icing on the cake. i was used to the men in my life babying me. andrew, their dad, my dad, and the rest of the parents when my dad died.
“didn’t it?” he was closer. i can feel his breath tickling my neck.
“it did.”
a chuckle. “good. let’s go.” his hand traveled from my hips, up my side, down my arm to my hand and started walking down the stairs.
he was holding me tight as we went down. the lights barley made its way through the tie. I was completely blind.
the music faded as we walk further in and moaning and giggling filled the hallways instead. a group of voices joined.
male voices.
they were egging a couple in as they were fucking. they were watching a couple having sex. only male voices not girls.
instead of walking past the watch party, he led me in and kept me there. her moans were timed perfectly with the slapping of the skin.
“why are we watching?” i asked and he gave me the beer again. “because they want to and the couple wanted to be watched.”
“she wants to have a bunch of men watching her? i find that hard to believe.”
“there’s a couple of women.”
“why?”
“jesus angel cause it’s like i said they want to. they get excited by it. all of them are basically drooling at the sight of her. you don’t hear them? they’re quite vocal even the ones who aren’t touching themselves.”
he got closer to my ear. “for her though everything is amplified by ten. she feels his hands, his body, and his dick of course. she also feels their eyes on hers, can feel their lust, both girl and boy. they want her and that’ll probably make her cum before she’s ready.” his hands weren’t touching me but they were tracing up and down my arms. i felt goosebumps as he does so.
fuck. “can i take the blindfold off?”
“why?”
why? a part of me wanted to see how it felt. see the look in the boy’s eyes. what got them turned on and live it through them. see if she was smiling at the attention or too lost in the pleasure to really notice the baby that were watching her.
another part wanted to watch her reaction. If she was smiling or not, or was she too lost in the pleasure to notice that how many men were around her?
but more importantly, I wanted to imagine it was myself that it was me and john b I want to see his reaction. was he looking at her or was he looking at me?
“it’s because sex makes people do some crazy things. sex and money are the most unnecessary ones in the world but people would do anything for them things too. the most powerful things in the world.”
“what about love?”
“you never had sex huh?”
“you never been love.” bastard
“why can’t I take off the blindfold? why did you bring me down here if you didn’t want me to see?” he didn’t say anything for a second. he was thinking. “who said you couldn’t take it off?”
what the hell. “stop giving me vague answers. stop playing games with me. tell me the truth.” he didn’t respond fast enough, and I took off the blindfold not to look at the scene the porn in front of us. I turned to look at him. he still had his mask on, but as soon as my light, my eyes just light I realize he hasn’t blinked once.
“why did you bring me down here? what’s your game?” i demanded stepping even more into his space which I thought was impossible.
“what i want?” he asked grabbing my waist, walking backwards into a room. he took off his mask and i can finally see him. he looked so intense that if i didn’t feel his boner on my like I would think he was mad at me.
“i want you to be apart of my world. i see you watching from the sidelines all the time. i see you get buried by everyone praises when you stay inside of the box. i know you want to rip your skin just to feel something new. want to join. want to be free of everyone exceptions even if it’s just for a second.” he had me pinned to the wall, grabbing my jaw so I keep my eye contact with him.
god he was right. im tired of being the perfect angel all the time. tired of the assumptions about how my life was supposed to be. my life was supposed to be how the parents planned for it. be married to andy and have his kids. I wanted to take control of my life. be free without worrying about doing the wrong thing. just think about what I want and who i want.
“does that include you?”
he chuckled, his lips brushing against mine. “you’re not ready for that yet.”
fuck. closing my eyes i let his hands roam my body over my clothes. i wanted more but for now this was more then enough. “angel.”
how can a person saying your name could be so addicting?
“angel?!”
that wasn’t him. whoever it was needs to go away. I don’t want this to end yet. im not ready for him to stop but he did.
opening my eyes, i looked at john b and he stood up straight not touching me anyway. he didn’t move.
tell them to go away. please. you’re not ready for this to be over either so send them away.
“angel are you in there?”
john b moved away and I saw Andrew standing in the doorway.
fuck. he was still in his school uniform and holding a phone in his other hand.
“there you are. your mom is worried sick about you after the school called. come here I’ll take you home.” he pushed his brother away and wrapped his arm around me like he was saving me. he just did the worse thing ever.
“stay away from her. don’t come near her ever again.” he snapped and led me out of the room.
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cutielando · 11 months ago
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no pogue-on-pogue macking | j.m.
synopsis: in which neither of you cares about the rules
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No Pogue-on-Pogue jacking. The sacred rule of the Pogues.
A rule that you and JJ, of course, broke. You had secretly been dating for a couple of months, having managed to sneak around John B's back. The only person who knew about you two was Kie, and that's because she caught you making out in your car.
"Hey guys, I'm going to Sarah's for a couple of hours. Please don't burn down the house" John B announced to you, JJ and Kie, who were all laying on the couch in his chateau.
"We won't" you assured him, flashing him a big smile.
You were eager for him to leave because that meant a couple of hours of you hanging out with JJ like a real couple is supposed to.
"Call me before you leave so I can make us something to eat" Kie told him, standing up and walking him out.
She looked behind her and winked at you, making your cheeks go bright red.
"Um, okay" John B said, confusion etched on his face.
As soon as he was out of sight, JJ immediately pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses all over your face.
"I thought he wasn't ever going to leave" you mumbled, grabbing JJ's face and smashing your lips against his.
He immediately moved his arms so they were wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest.
You moved so you were sitting across his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. You ran your hands through his soft blonde hair, tugging at the roots every once in a while, action which prompted moans to come out of his mouth.
"I love you" he whispered against your lips, stopping for a second to catch his breath.
"I love you more" you whispered back, a gigantic grin plastered across your lips.
JJ resumed his kisses, this time focusing on your neck and sweet spot. He ran his tongue over your sweet spot and started sucking, making sure to leave a big hockey.
You couldn't help but moan at the feeling, tugging at his locks.
"Hey guys, I forgot my- What the hell?!" John B's voice made you jump from JJ's lap and land on the sofa, your face holding a guilty and embarrassed expression.
"What the hell, man?" JJ said, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"What are you guys doing?" he repeated his question, his eyes darting between the two of you.
"Um, well-" JJ started, trying to come up with a lie, but you couldn't bear the lies anymore.
"We're together" you blurted out, slapping a hand across your mouth as soon as the words left it.
Both John B and JJ were staring at you wide-eyed, not believing what they both just heard.
"You're together? How long has this been going on?" John B insisted, fuming.
"10 months" your voice was not as confident now, but you tried to stand your ground.
"You broke our rule! You know, the no Pogue-on-Pogue macking thing? You forget about that?"
"John B, you know as well as we do that it's a stupid rule. Plus, we're not just macking. We're serious about each other" JJ explained, taking your hand in his.
You nodded, intertwining your fingers with JJ's.
"Who else knows?" he was much calmer now, but you could tell he was not happy with the situation.
"Just Kiara" you were quick to say.
John B sighed, running a hand through his hair and down his face.
"I'm not happy with this" he said and looked at you. "However, if you can promise to keep the affection to a minimum when we're together, I can let it slide"
You squealed and jumped up from the couch, flinging your arms around his neck.
"Thank you" you whispered in his ear, making him chuckle.
"You don't have to thank me. Just make sure you keep an eye on my boy"
You nodded, letting him go and sitting back in your spot.
You and JJ looked at each other, grins plastered on your faces. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head under his chin.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed your forehead.
"You better take care of her" John B told JJ, who feverishly nodded.
"I wouldn't ever dream of hurting her"
You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him, hearing John B gag in the background, making both of you laugh.
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happymagicbee · 17 days ago
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man the post season 4 sads are hitting extra hard
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topperscumslut · 5 months ago
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just reread my 3.5k word essay in defense of topper thornton and goddamn i kinda forgot just how bad my man got fucked over im so glad i made an entire fucking blog dedicated to him even tho i barely post about topper or obx anymore and this is basically a scream/stuilly fanpage atp ahaha topper baby they can never make me hate u
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gas-stationprincess · 28 days ago
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everytime john b is on screen i groan
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