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“I claim thee, Poguelandia!”

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jj

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Thinking about..

The Fantastic Four as OBX characters:

saw the new Fantastic Four movie today - as a present for my bday - and of course started thinking about OBX afterwards (as you do)

John B. Routledge as.. the Thing

Pope Heyward as.. Mr. Fantastic

JJ Maybank as.. The Human Torch

Sarah Cameron as.. The Invisible Woman

and also thank you to those who wished me a happy birthday 💓💓💓

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fuck riara fuck jiara fuck rafia jafe is where the real shits at!

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My Baby's all dressed up for my birthday!

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psa if you write really weird fucked up shit for this fandom that gets you a lot of hate or people demanding your work be censored: i love you and i support you and i hope you never stop writing just because a teenager who can’t fathom the concept of fiction is mad at you

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my man my man my mannnnn

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my boys ❤️❤️💔

OUTER BANKS ⇢ 4x03 | THE LUPINE CORSAIRS

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Bro I hate when I’m on c.ai and the bot has such a good plot—but the creator has horrendous grammar and can’t even punctuate properly.

Like, bro, I should not be correcting the borderline illiterate errors of your bot.

Commas do not separate sentences, there’s a key difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’, stop putting ‘u did this’ because it’s ‘YOU did this’, mixing past and present tense only fucks up the setting—and, for the love of God, start separating your fucking paragraphs.

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of course i will :D

Thinking about..

How well these two would get on..

Sensing an urge for an OBX x TEEN WOLF crossover??? Should I??

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As it has been a while since I wrote for Mafia!JJ, here is a fic for him ❤️

Tell me why I do my best writing at 1AM??? And if only I got to experience that twirl 💔❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Warnings: (Mainly fluff, I promise), threats, Mafia, language etc.

You hadn't had a good day.

First: James - your now 4 year old son - had been fussy all morning: he didn't want to get changed: he didn't want to go to school, even using his puppy dog eyes to get out of it. But, after a very long half-an-hour, you managed to drag his cute, little ass to school. It only cost you a brand new SpiderMan action figure and ice cream.

Second: Your JJ-assigned bodyguards were no where in sight, meaning you had to sit in the limo for 2 hours in the same spot until they showed up. As per JJ's rules, 'you weren't allowed to go anywhere unless your bodyguards were with you.'

You never usually complained about it, as you understood the dangers of the Mafia lifestyle, as having grown up in it, as well as JJ. Besides, they were always on time and at your beck and call, but this time was a complete anomaly.

You'd even debated calling JJ a few times, but you knew that you'd interrupt his meeting and you were pretty sure this was was vital for the growth of the Maybank Empire. And so, you sucked it up and dealt with it: which meant waiting almost 3 hours for the bodyguards to show up.

Third: When you finally managed to get to where you wanted - the mall - the workers at your favourite store lost the dress you'd picked out 2 days ago and put on hold.

If you weren't pissed before, you sure as hell were now. You stood there, like an idiot, practically on the verge of screaming at the staff for losing your dress. Your husband was the most powerful man on the island; meaning that you had to have been their most prominent and important customer. So why the fuck was your dress missing and no one else's??

"Ma'am, I'm really sorry, but it looks like your dress was bought."

"Bought?! By who?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we aren't able to-"

"Finish that sentence with 'we aren't able to say', I'll make sure you never say anything again, got it?" You snapped, cutting her off quickly.

"Ma'am, please understand-" The poor girl tried to defend herself and the store, but you'd been pissed off enough today.

You snapped your fingers and one of your muscular bodyguards - you thought his name was Derek, but you never cared enough to ask - stepped forward, revealing the gun in the holster, hidden beneath his blazer. "Give me the name of the bitch who bought my dress."

"M-Ma'am, I-I'm sorry, truly. But the buyer of the dress isn't showing up on here.." The girl stuttered, clearly terrified of the threat the now-visible gun showed.

You slammed you hands on the desk, letting out a frustrated huff. "Are you fucking serious? I swear to god, this shop is done. You hear me, done! Good luck surviving without me."

After your little dramatic outburst, you grabbed your purse and stormed out of the shop. If it wasn't for Derek's quick hands, the glass door to the shop would be in little pieces on the floor by now.

After that long and shitty excuse of a day, you retired home to you and JJ's mansion. You'd picked up James from school, handed him his new SpiderMan action figure and his promised tub of ice cream and sent him off to play.

When he came back with an empty tub and a frozen brain, you entertained him until he fell asleep in your lap, still clutching that new action figure like a lifeline.

It was around 8, when JJ returned home. You heard the door slam shut from James' room, after you'd changed him and tucked him in. Once you left his room, you waited for JJ at the top of the grand, marble staircase.

He practically raced up the stairs, with a schoolboy grin on his lips, before lifting you off your feet, pulling a squeal from your lips and spinning you around.

You'd felt s though the two of you were in one of those Disney Princess movies, when the prince lifts the princess off her feet and spun her around, as if they weighed nothing. And to JJ, your delight was the icing on the cake, as you were his princess and he was your prince.

As he placed you back down on your feet, he spoke using that sexy southern drawl of his. "There's my perfect wife. How've you been, baby?" He asked, with that sexy southern drawl of his. His arm was in its usual place: wrapped around your waist as he led you towards your shared bedroom.

His happy tone contrasted your exhausted and irritated one. While seeing him boosted your mood, it wasn't enough to help you get over the shitty day you've had. "Not good, today's been such a shitty day, Jay."

"What?" JJ's brows furrowed, he was surprised and already growing angry. You never swore. Only when you felt as though there was no other words to say; you did. His protective instincts kicked in. "What happened, princess? Did somebody say something to you?"

He sat you down on the bed, his arm now around your shoulders, pulling you into him as he ran his fingers up and down your arms in a soothing fashion. He was ready to listen to you rant, after all you were his princess, he'd do anything you asked, with no hesitance.

"No, nothing like that. But everything else has just gone wrong today. First, James refused to go to school, I even had to bribe him just to get him to put his shoes on!"

"Then, your stupid bodyguards didn't even show up on time, so I was there waiting in that stupid limo for 3 hours! Just because they couldn't be arsed enough to look at their fucking watches!"

"And then, when I got to the mall and went to pick up my dress, they said that some fucking bitch had already bought it! And when I asked who it was, they said they didn't fucking know!"

JJ sat there for the whole rant, not speaking or going to speak once. He let you have your moment; release your anger and how you were feeling. "I'm so fucking sorry, baby. And those bodyguards? Point them out to me and I'll make sure that never happens again."

You let out a sigh, "Thank you, Jay. But I'm just so upset about my dress. It was really pretty and I just know that you would've loved it. If it wasn't for that stupid bitch, who took it from me!"

JJ chuckled at your profound swearing, it always amused him when you did, as it was never often. You looked up at him, shocked and even more annoyed. Here you were, pissed and upset about losing your dress and the man who's job was to console you was laughing!

"Jay! This isn't funny! I lost my dress to some bitch and I don't even know who!"

"I know, I know. I promise you, baby, I'm not laughing at you."

"So why are you laughing?" You ask with wide eyes, sitting up straight now, wondering why in God's name he could be laughing at a time like this.

"Because, I'm that bitch, baby."

"What? What are you talking about?" You ask, your eyes locked on his face.

He shakes his head, chuckling deeply, before standing up and offering his hand out to you. Curiously, you accept his hand and stand with him.

"Come on, princess, got something to show you.."

That's when he led you to the walk in closet, where you came face to face with that dress from the store, placed on a mannequin.

You gasped, shocked and excited. "Oh my God! JJ, how- how did you-" You could barely speak, so excited and amazed at your husband.

"You'd been talking about it since you saw it, princess. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday next week, but then you called me a bitch and well.."

"I- I didn't call you a bitch!"

"Excuse me, princess, but you did. You said, and I quote, 'some fucking bitch had already bought it'." He said, with a smirk on his lips, as well as his eyebrows raised.

"Okay, but that was before I knew it was you.. and in my defence how would you feel if some other girl got this dress instead of me."

"Ugh, I'd hate that fucking bitch." He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. You chuckled in response, placing your hands on his chest.

"Thank you, baby. I love it." You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smirked against your lips, before pressing his back against yours.

"And I love you, princess.."

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After I finish my TSITP x OBX crossover, I’ll start to work on this

or, I might start working on it now..

Thinking about..

How well these two would get on..

Sensing an urge for an OBX x TEEN WOLF crossover??? Should I??

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As Domestic!JJ (ex. Husband!JJ) won the poll, here is the promised fic enjoy :D

I know its a bit short, but I kinda went off into a whole other thing, so that's gonna be another separate fic

No warnings just pure fluff! (maybe a little language..)

Most children have a favourite toy that's cute and cuddly. At least, that's what you thought. When James was younger he had the cutest little white bear you'd ever seen. It was soft to touch, cute to look at and went well with the carefully picked out aesthetic in James' nursery.

Even now, when James was 4, his teddy - Polar - was still cute. It wasn't as soft, due to the years it had been warn out, but it was still something that most children would have.

But when Ben was born, he was completely different. You'd spend days looking for the absolute perfect teddy bear for your new born, only for him to hate and whine at them. Not one of the 10 bears you'd bought soothed him or gave him that comfort most children got when they saw their bear.

That was until JJ had been looking through his old childhood boxes and found his old bear. Mr Drunkie had seen better days. He was tattered, not soft - more of a rough feeling and he was missing an eye and an arm.

But that was the teddy that called out most to your youngest. An old, battered bear that had no arm and one missing eye, was the teddy bear that he picked.

"I don't get it. I spend around $30 searching for a perfect teddy for him and he chooses some shitty bear from an old dusty box." You huff, standing over Ben's crib, looking down at the babbling baby as he chewed the bear's foot.

You'd made sure to thoroughly wash the bear when JJ pulled it out of storage, there was no way in hell that dusty old relic was going anywhere near your clean furniture or anywhere in your clean home.

"Aw, come on, baby. Mr Drunkie always worked for me." Came your husband's voice, from behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I see that. That why you ripped his arm off?" You replied, pissed that your son had chosen some old, broken bear.

"I- I didn't mean too. I just didn't understand my own strength.. My biceps were huge when I was a kid, I couldn't control it." He teased, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"Hilarious." You rolled your eyes. "But, why? James loved all the bears I bought for him, Ben won't even spare a glance at them."

"That's because James is a Mama's boy, so he was forced into loving all them boring, cuddly, soft toys." JJ replied, his face painted with that signature smirk.

"But Ben.." He starts, letting go of you and moving around you to pick up Ben from his crib. Ben babbles excitedly as he recognised the man, who's arms he was being lifted into. His grip on Mr Brunkie didn't falter as JJ held him against his chest. "Ben is gonna be a Daddy's boy. He's gonna be all mine and you're gonna be stuck with Jim Jam."

"You say that like it's a bad thing being stuck with Jamie. And I did not force him into loving all them teddies! He loved them by himself!"

"Yeah, yeah. All I'm hearing are excuses, you forced him into being all soft and girly and nerdy with your woman-y ways."

"Excuse me?" You scoff, looking at JJ with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and a small smile on your face - you couldn't help it when you looked into his ocean eyes.

"What? Just saying, Ben's gonna be the one that gets all the girls, while James is gonna be sat inside reading or some shit. And you wanna know why? Because of those shitty, expensive bears. Mr Drunkie is rough and strong, just like all Maybanks."

"Excuse me! Neither of our sons are going to be getting any girls. They're gonna stay with me forever because they are my babies. And Mr Drunkie has got nothing to do with any of this!"

He dramatically gasps, covering Mr Drunkie's ears, with his hand, as he holds Ben against him with his other. You roll your eyes at his little performance, but you can't help the little smile that sneaks on your face, seeing Ben's giggling face as he watches both his parents 'fight'.

"Ah ah. Nope. Not happening. I'm gonna teach Ben and Jamie the 'Maybank Ways'. Ain't gonna let you turn them into Pope or some shit."

"The Maybank Ways? Seriously?" You raise your brows, placing a hand on your hip as you looked at him.

"What? They work. Look at us now. No one believed I could nab you, but hey! Look at us, married and blessed with 2 handsome boys. And do you know how I got you?" He asked, raising his brows, as if waiting for your answer.

"By getting me drunk and then getting me pregnant?"

JJ paused at that, "W-What?! No! The Maybank Ways! I got you to fall for my charm and charisma; all the while you were sober." He looked at your unimpressed face and your rolling eyes. His voice was more quiet now, almost worried about the answer. He leaned in a bit closer, still holding a quiet Ben against his chest. "You aren't just with me 'cause I got you pregnant are you..?"

You shook your head, "No, baby, of course not." You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, taking Ben out from his arms and holding him on your hip.

Ben looked up, showing off his gums at you, which make you smile and kiss his little, button nose. He sneezed and went back to his babbles, still clutching the old, broken Mr Drunkie. You began to head out of the room, but not before leaving JJ with, "I lost a bet."

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EVERYONE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

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Thinking about..

How well these two would get on..

Sensing an urge for an OBX x TEEN WOLF crossover??? Should I??

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frr the amount of spoilers ive had on my fyp is actually insane

it pmo so badd, like im impatient too, but that doesn't mean i want to know everything thats gonna happen

why are we getting so many bts from obx season five? i feel like we’ve already spoiled so much for ourselves 😭