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nicolesainz · 10 months

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Darling (JB 22)

Jenson Button x f!reader (Mark Webbers Daughter)

A/N: Ya’ll can blame the Brawn Doc (which btw was great, go check it out)

Summary: A little visit to your dad’s old friend after the Goodwill festival wouldn’t hurt,right?

Warnings: minors dni, +18, suggestive smut, edging, fingering, p! in v!, age gap (reader is 22)

“Hey Jense, would you mind keeping an eye on her? Missus and I will fly back to Australia but she’s staying here for a friend’s party”

My father would’ve never let me stay in a hotel. It had to be Jenson. Out of all his friends, all the people in the fucking UK, it had to be him.

And reminded that I’m 22. Not underage. And I can legally drink, thank you very much.

“Of course mate. I have a spare room she can use. I’ll barely be home this weekend.” It was the British Grand Prix and he is a presenter for Sky Sports, hence why he won’t be around.

To be fair, I only watch the post race show just to admire him. But my dad doesn’t need to know that, or Jenson himself. He doesn’t have to know how handsome he is or how smart he sounds given his knowledge in Formula One.

What’s more attractive than that?

And the fact that I have secret screenshots of his shots in my phone, but again, no one needs to know.

“Let me get her luggage full of god knows what type of dresses. I don’t even know when she bought them!”

"I hope you know how old I am, dad" I roll my eyes at his comment as Jenson lets out a small giggle, earning a death glare from my dad.

"Before she leaves the house, please make sure to see what she's wearing. And if there are any boys in sight." my dad warns him, as if I am going to enroll myself in the army and fight the enemy, which to him, would've been more preferable compared to a party.

"Got it. We definitely know that you think she's 17" Jenson replies and my mother laughs along, as I try not to burst out.

"If you side with Y/N, I will break your Porche." My dad's voice raise and I glance at Jenson who has a look plastered on his face as if he was offended and scared by the threat.

"I have kids myself, I think she's going to be safe with me. Come on Mark! I was the only driver you never crashed with, kinda." He takes the luggage away from my mother's hands and waves them goodbye as I go and hug them.

"Take care kiddo and if you need anything, im a call away. Also if you want to go to the paddock, the passes are under my name" he kisses my head after having me squeezed in a tight hug.

"Y-yes dad, I know. Now please let me go because I cant breathe."

"Sorry" he sets me free and I join Jenson's side. God he's tall and broad.

"Alright now, shall we?" he looks down at me and I nod, unable to utter a single word, even though I've know him my whole life.

The boys in my university were dying to hear stories with the senior formula one drivers, coming from a daughter of one. It's a nice feeling to narrate all the success and glory of this sport.

"Seriously though, your bag is very light. Are you even carrying anything in here?" Jenson asks, weighing up and down my luggage, flexing his muscles as I try not to drool all over the place.

"Only necessities. Dresses, shoes, makeup, few outfits for the race and condoms." the last one quite shocked him but also was a way of teasing him, given my major crush.

"You have condoms, yet I didn't hear you say panties"

"Won't be needing any"

"And why is that, may I ask?"

"Cause I like to be free. More access and more fun" I wink at him and I stare at his lips, a smirk is growing as each word is leaving mine.

"So you are telling me, that right now, underneath this short but nonetheless breathtaking dress, no panties are worn?"

I get closer to him and whisper softly in his ear:

"Wanna see for yourself?"

Honestly, don't ask me where I found this much confidence and especially with someone twice my age. And a friend of my dad's.

"Behave yourself darling" he coughs lightly to clear his throat and grabs me by the waist, so my dress doesn't float from the summer breeze.

"And what if I don't want you, Mr. Button?"

"Then you'll wish you had never said that" he growls and immediately opens me the door to his McLaren.

When he gets in the drivers seat, he wastes no time and gets on the road instantly. During the ride, there's a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere, until the air coming out of Jenson's window pulls up my dress and his hand quickly falls on my thigh, holding it down once more.

Jenson decides to roll up his window but his hand remains on my thigh and this time, is holding it firmly and starts caressing it from the inside.

Soft sighs leave my mouth, but controlling them is inevitable when his touch was all I have been craving since I turned 18. His foot hits the gas harder, speeding and driving in between the other slower cars. He reminds me of the Jenson back in his Brawn days and I can feel myself pooling just at the thought.

It was the very right time when his hand cupped my bare pussy, feeling the wetness caused by barely a thought of him. The slight touch of his fingers on my trembling self has my knees going paralyzed. I feel like crying from pleasure and yet I don't even know if he's doing that on purpose to embarrass me or if he's actually enjoying it too.

"Oh baby, you're definitely not behaving yourself" he says as his index finger draws circles around my clit. My legs are clenching his hand inside me as the other one holds the steering wheel, looking at his knuckles that have turned white.

"Jenson" I breathe out and moan simultaneously as he starts pumping two fingers inside me fiercely, letting myself to his mercy and unable to react.

"This behavior will have consequences young lady. I warned you" he lets a soft kiss on the crock of my neck and feeling his beard scratching it, I go absolutely insane.

"Then punish me sir" I blurt out without thinking and Jenson drives in seconds at the spot in front of his house, stops the car and places me on top of his lap with just one hand.

Jenson's lips crash into mine without wasting a second as his fingers play with my uncontrollably wet pussy. The feeling of moaning is surely necessary and I don't hold back. My tongue dances with his and the kiss gets deeper like his fingers, hitting perfectly my soft spot.

"You are going to be the death of me" Jenson says as his mouth falls on my neck, sucking it off like there's no tomorrow. My hands try to unbuckle his belt and eventually make it to the part where I can feel his erection growing. It's true what they say, older men do it better.

In other instances I would have been furious, but Jenson ripping my dress, just so he can have better access at my breasts is incredibly hot. I don't care that I am left vulnerable at his sight. At this I was pleading it.

My breast hurt from his kisses and I know in a few hours small red dickies will be covering the surface. My fingers decide to trace the shape of his thick cock but I can tell he wants to feel me. I have teased him and he me, for way too long.

"If you keep being naughty I won't let you cum, dear" a groan escapes his body as I take his length in my hands and caress the veins that have popped out.

"Then I want you to fill me up with your cum" I take him by surprise and I can sense his heartbeat raising from worry. He regards me as something innocent, precious and fragile. Which I am. But I feel ready and I am.

"Are you sure? I mean, have you? Uh? Had sex before?"

"I-uh-well, no. But-"

"Baby we can't do it here. You don't deserve to have your first time on a car. You deserve to be worshipped."

Jenson's words make me blush and my heart was flattering as if I was a fifteen years old again, simply watching him race and get multiple podiums.

He looks around and opens the door of his house and then quickly rushes with me inside and shuts it with such force, my legs started trembling.

Suddenly, he picks me up and carries me all the way to his bedroom. A dark room filled with some of his most iconic trophies and with his smell that has been covering my entire body since the moment I entered his car.

He turns on the soft baby lights on the bedrest and takes a look at my flushed self, covered with hickies he's gifted me. His eyes scan me from head to toe as if he's about to feast.

"I want you to tell me to stop whenever you feel uncomfortable in any way." He kisses me softly and I nod my head, knowing that he would never hurt anyone.

Jenson stands up and with his strong arms parts my legs so he can have a clear vision of my already swollen womanhood. My breast are half showing from inside my bra and my lips are bitten to the core. I am a mess but he seems to like it.

He removes his shirt in quick motions revealing his god like crafted body with the hints of dark ink covering his lower v and shoulder. I had never seen them before and I am was very pleased with what was in front of my eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to strip off his trousers and be left with simply his boxers that were trying to hold in his hardened cock and my patience as well. They were giving me a preview of what was about to happen.

As Jenson lowered his body his hands were hoisting down his boxers, revealing himself and it wasn't just my mouth that was drooling but also my pussy.

His hands now were on the insides of my thighs, holding them fiercely, whilst mine were hanging around his neck. I felt like my heart was about t burst out of my chest.

"Are you ready baby?"

I was at loss for words so I gave him a final kiss for reassurance that he could continue.

In slow motions, he lowered even more and started inserting himself inside me, pumping slowly as I was trying to get used to his size. My cries were out of control as Jenson was deepening himself and my pussy was stretched to its limits.

"Jesus, you're clenching me so well darling" he breathed out and I tried to open my legs wider for his pleasure. Jenson was panting on the hem of my neck and upping the pace of his thrusts.

"Dear lord this feels so good" It feels better than good. As if I am in the seventh heaven. I don't think any man will ever make me experience this. And I don't think I want to either.

"Say that again" he demands with a harder thrust, hitting my G-spot, earning the biggest moan of the night, echoing at the entire house.

"You make me feel so damn good Jenson" I gulp hard as I try to catch my breath and scratch his back from the pain that this gives me.

"And I shall be the only one darling" he hoists me up and removes my bra with a single movement, freeing my breasts and enjoying the sight, as they are bouncing up and down along with the trusts.

"Only you Jenson" I scream his name as loud as I can and his chest fills with pride as I am reaching my height.

"Cum sweetheart. Let go" I can't hold it in much longer and I cum all over his cock. He doesn't remove himself from inside me and I don't want to. This felt so right even though for some it's very wrong.

"That was, perfect" I say in a whispering manner as I am unable to speak louder. I am so wasted but full of thrill.

"You deserve it. You deserve to be treated like that dear"

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escapereality2point0 · 2 months

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Sunburn

JJ Maybanks x Fem!Reader

Warnings: not REALLY proofread, slighty suggestive, that’s all! Enjoy!

It was the perfect day. I woke up early to have breakfast with Ki. Then spent some of the morning fishing with John B. Had lunch with everyone and from there, the five of us went to the beach. The sun was shining, only occasionally being covered by a passing cloud. The wind was nothing more than a cooling breeze.

I tilted my head back, eyes closed, soaking it all in. Life in the Outer Banks was the best kind of life to live. Especially when I had friends like these.

“Damn it, JB!” JJ shouted, pulling me from my peaceful thoughts. “You’re gonna take my eye out!” I shielded my eyes from the sun with my hand, turning to look at the commotion.

“Then grab the pole, idiot!” John B laughed.

“See? This is exactly why I stopped trying to help with this process.” Pope piped up. They were attempting to set up our beach tent, but the poles always seemed to get the better of them. As I watched the boys struggle, holding back my own giggles, the back of my neck was hit with an icy chill. I jerked away, whipping around to see my attacker. Ki had pressed an ice cold spiked lemonade can to my neck.

“That might take a while.” She said, nodding her head toward John B and JJ. I accepted the can, shaking my hand free of its condensation.

“Always does.” I replied, cracking the drink open and taking a sip.

“They actually got it up pretty quick on Ocracoke last week.” She reminded me. I swallowed down another swig and nodded.

“That’s only because Pope was helping.” I said. Ki giggled, taking a sip from her own can.

“Shit!” JJ cursed again, pushing one of the poles into the sand. “Must’ve hit a rock or something.” I smirked at his excuse.

“Or you’re just weak!” I called out teasingly. JJ’s head snapped up, looking right at me.

“Oh you’re in for it now.” Ki said from beside me. JJ began walking toward me, hands on his hips.

“No problem, JJ. I got it!” John B shouted sarcastically. JJ completely ignored him, continuing to strut toward me.

“Weak?” He said once he was in front of me. I took a drink from my can, trying to remain totally unbothered.

“Did I stutter?” I challenged. I saw Ki’s jaw drop out of the corner of my eye. Then I felt her tug on the drink in my hand.

“I’m just gonna hold this for you.” She informed, taking it and backing away slowly.

“You have three seconds to run, pretty girl.” JJ said softly, a smirk appearing on his lips. Damn that nickname. “Three.” My steps faltered as I feared my fate. “Two.” I took off toward the ocean. I was a fast swimmer, so surely I could get away from him. Right? “One! Ready or not, here I come!” I heard JJ shout just as the water reached my knees.

“That’s what she said!” Pope yelled. I was too focused on escaping to laugh. JJ’s splashing behind me grew louder. My heart was racing. But the smile on my face was unmistakable. I was loving this. I kept walking out until the waves were crashing over my head. I dove into an oncoming wave, hoping it would protect me from JJ’s wrath. But that hope quickly faded. While I was still underwater, something grabbed my ankle. I resurfaced, gasping for air and squealing like a little girl.

“Gotcha!” JK said, pulling me toward him by my feet. “Calling me weak.” I screeched as he pulled me up and flush against his chest.

“JJ, let go!” I laughed. His arms were wrapped tightly around my middle. His tongue tucked neatly between his teeth as he smiled down at me.

“Hold your breath.” He said, nodding toward a wave behind me. I did so, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on tight. The water washed over us, leaving our skin cool and sticky. Once it cleared, JJ bent down and hooked his arms around the backs of my legs, hoisting me up and over his shoulder. I was laughing hysterically as he walked back to shore.

“JJ!” I whined.

“Not so weak now, right, pretty girl?” JJ teased. I poked his sides, causing him to lurch forward. But his grip never loosened. “Quit that.” He said, pinching the outside of my thigh with his free hand. We finally got back to our set up and JJ moved to put me down, but he didn’t let me go.

“You gonna say sorry?” He asked softly.

“Like you really took offense?” I fired back. He put a hand over his heart and brushed his hair back.

“Does it look like I’m not offended?” He teased, sticking out his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes and began putting my now wet hair in a messy bun.

“I’m sorry, JJ. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.” I said, pulling my hair tight. He nodded once and tapped me on the nose.

“Wasn’t so hard was it?” He asked. Before I could answer though, JJ walked over to John B and Pope, where they were reapplying wax to their surfboards. I shook my head and pulled my towel out of my beach bag.

“That was precious.” Ki said from her place on the sand.

“Shut up.” I said with a smile. I laid my towel down next to hers and she tossed me the bottle of sunblock.

“Girl, the tension is so thick I can barely breathe.” She said playfully. I scoffed.

“You’re so dramatic.” I teased.

“And you’re naive.” She retaliated. We laughed in unison and I sat down, rubbing sunblock into everywhere I could reach. The next few hours were spent chatting in the sun with Kiara, getting a tan, and listening to the boys shoot the shit as they surfed.

Time seemed to fly. The sun was already dropping behind the dunes. The tide barely reached mine and Ki’s feet. The boys’ voices grew closer and so I opened my eyes. Suddenly, I felt lots of water droplets hitting my back. I sat up on my elbows and turned just enough to see JJ standing over me and shaking his hair free of water.

“You had the whole beach!” I giggled, rolling over on my back.

“Yeah, but I’m an asshole remember?” He responded. “Besides, you looked like you could use some cooling down.” I closed my eyes again.

“Well that’s very kind of you.” I said.

“You guys hungry?” John B asked. A few scattered ‘yes’s and ‘hell yeah’s came from us as we all started packing up. Pope folded up the chairs, JJ started carrying the surfboards back, John B was taking the tent down and Ki and I were grabbing the bags and coolers. We began our trek back to the van, meeting JJ halfway there.

“What can I carry?” he asked Ki and I.

“Pick anything that looks heavy.” Ki said, pretend irritation in her voice. JJ bowed and reached for both coolers Ki was holding. We all walked back, using the extra water bottles from the van to wash our feet off. Once we were loaded up, John B leaned over his seat.

“We going to mine?” He asked.

“You have food?” Pope replied with a raised eyebrow. John B rolled his eyes.

“Yes, dumbass.” He answered. Pope tossed his hands up with a quiet laugh.

“Then yes. Yours.” Pope said, clicking his seatbelt. I began digging out the sand from under my nails as John B started up the van. JJ sighed and leaned over, laying his head in my lap.

“Seriously?” I groaned, though I didn’t mind a bit. He raised a finger to his ear and tapped it.

“Can’t hear you. Sleeping.” He said sarcastically. I smiled down at him and rested my arms on his outer bicep, continuing to pick at the sand under my nails.

After a while, we reached John B’s house, the last of the sunlight gracing the front of it beautifully. We all stretched as we got out of the van, more dry sand tumbling off of our bodies. John B had already made it inside, no doubt checking to see how much food he had.

“You guys good with hot dogs?” JB called from the porch.

“Yeah man!” JJ shouted back, climbing up onto the roof of the van to unload the surfboards. I went inside to cool down. I was starting to feel my time in the sun coming back to bite me.

“JB, you mind if I shower?” I asked, resting my hands against the counter beside him.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He replied happily. I began to walk toward the bathroom when he stopped me. “Oh! Your bag of extra clothes is in the spare room now.” he told me. “I moved it when I cleaned that bathroom and forgot to move it back.” I waved him off.

“You’re good. Thanks, JB.” I said. He gave me a nod and turned back to the stove.

-TIME SKIP-

It felt good to be clean. Free of salt and sand. I had my hair drying in a messy bun, my favorite soft, open back tank top on, allowing my very obviously burned skin to breathe, and a pair of black pajama pants. We were all on the porch, hot dogs long gone and drinking what didn’t get drank on the beach, leaving us all comfortably tipsy.

“JB, since you cooked, I can clean everything up.” I announced, standing from my place on the ground. John B lifted his head from the couch to look at me.

“You sure?” He said, slightly more buzzed than I.

“Yeah.” I answered simply, starting to pick up plates and empty bottles.

“Well give me a hug.” Kiara said, setting down her empty water bottle. “I gotta get home before my parents file a missing persons.” I hugged her tight, giggling at her comment.

“We’re still on for coffee tomorrow morning, right?” I asked, pulling away from her.

“As long as I make it home in the next fifteen minutes.” She laughed. “Bye guys!”

“See ya, Ki!” JJ called back.

“Bye.” Pope said, not looking up from whatever school book he was reading. Silence came from John B as he had fallen asleep. After Ki was out of sight, I walked inside and put all the plates in the sink before moving to throw all of the bottles and cans in the recycle bin.

I got lost in my own little world, washing all of our plates, along with the dishes that John B used to cook everything with. I only had a couple of plates and a pan left when all of the sudden, I felt a hand on my back. I winced away, the feeling rather sensitive on my burned back. I turned to see JJ standing there, his eyes never leaving my bare back.

“You ever heard of sunscreen, sweetheart?” He said, his voice low and deep. My scrubbing slowed almost to a stop. JJ’s fingers brushed my searing skin, eventually his whole palm planted in the center of my back.

“Yes, JJ. I used sunscreen.” I said, attempting to keep my own voice steady. I finished the dish I was holding and slowly moved on to the next one.

“Not on your back though, right?” He asked, dragging his calloused hand along the expanse of my skin. It stung, but I allowed it. It was exciting.

“Can’t reach.” I muttered, setting aside the now clean dish and picking up the second to last one.

“Why didn’t you ask for help?” He said. Then he did something I never thought would happen. I felt his lips graze the back of my neck. His arms were snaking slowly around my waist. The dish in my hand was now forgotten as my eyes fluttered closed, dropping my head to give him more room.

“Answer me, pretty girl.” JJ said softly, yet his tone was commanding. His lips trailed down the back of my right shoulder.

“I-I don’t feel comfortable with it.” I answered laying my head back against his left shoulder.

“With what?” He said, running the tip of his tongue ever so lightly down the center of my back. “Asking or people touching your back?” I sighed at his words, savoring the feeling of his kissed on my sunburned back.

“I don’t know.” I said, totally unable to form thoughts. I felt him smile against my flesh.

“Which means it’s the second one. You’re just afraid to say so because you don’t seem to have an issue with it now.” He said in a snarky tone. He had me wrapped around his finger and he knew it. JJ stood to his full height again and gently grabbed the hair toward the base of my neck, pulling my head back so his lips were right beside my ear.

“Am I right?” He whispered just before grazing his teeth against my ear. His grip on my hair tightened impatiently, but not enough to hurt me.

“JJ…” I squeaked, too embarrassed to admit that he was right.

“Mhm.” He let go of my hair, both of his hands returning to my hips and slowly turning me around to face him. “ ‘S what I thought.” JJ pulled me into him, resting his hands just above my ass. I reached up to grip his biceps, the proximity nearly making my eyes water.

“I hate you.” I said, glancing down at his lips. He smirked devilishly.

“Liar.” He replied. Then his lips were on mine. It was a mess of tongue, teeth, and desperation. He tasted like sea salt and beer, a combination that sounds disgusting, but tasted like heaven on heaven on him. His hand found home on my neck, his thumb brushing my jawline gently. He seemed to swallow down any noise that managed to escape my throat.

He took a few steps forward, pushing me into the counter with his hips. My hands gripped the front of his tank top, pulling him impossibly closer. We explored each other’s mouths, tilting our heads to reach new angles. His free hand crept up the back of my shirt, causing my knees to buckle. Suddenly, a thud came from the porch door and JJ and I pulled apart immediately, looking over to see what it was.

We were met with a horrified looking Pope. The thud had been the sound of his school book hitting the ground. The three of us just stared in silence. Finally, Pope bent down to grab the book, slowly tucking it under his arm.

“Um,” he said, putting his hands up defensively.

“C-carry on.” He backed away slowly until he was out the door, turning to move back down the porch. I looked back over at JJ, admiring his puffy lips, reddened cheeks and disheveled hair. He met my gaze and smiled.

“Guest room?” He asked, pointing his thumbs over his shoulder. I felt my face heat up and an excited smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

“Guest room.” I concurred. He licked his lips and grabbed my hand, pulling me along behind him. Ki is going to freak when she hears about this.

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humblequestvinyl · 2 years

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HUMMINGBIRD

HUMMINGBIRD, DAD!JJ MAYBANK X MOM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: when it becomes jj and y/n daughters fifth birthday, the two take a trip back down memory lane, remembering the 9 months before their daughter was born.

inspired by hummingbird by maren morris

cw: mentions of pregnancy, jj’s dad, abuse, and swearing.

lowercase is intentional! wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: this song is so so so sweet :( one of my absolute favs from HQ. also we’re three away from a new writing series?? #IAMEMOTIONAL

“MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!”

y/n’s head whipped around the corner, before seeing her four year old daughter come barreling through the door, and ran straight into her arms, “you’ll never believe what dada and i did today!”

“what did you and dad do today?”y/n asked, before juliette beamed with absolute joy, “we went and saw uncle jb!” y/n’s face went into a surprised look, seeing jj out of the corner of her eye, “without me?!”

“dada had to pick up my birthday present for tomorrow!”juliette giggled, before wiggling out of her moms arms, and running down the hall, leaving y/n and jj standing there, looking at each other.

looking at jj, y/n could see the same boy that he was when the two were young kids, having one of their own almost five years ago.

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YOU’RE MEXICO IN THE WINTER, YOU’RE TENNESSEE IN THE SPRING,

“this can’t be happening.”

the 18 year old girl whispered, standing over not one, not two, but five positive pregnancy tests, causing a 19 year old jj to come barreling into the bathroom. the two stood next two each other, staring at the tests, wondering how much their lives were about to change.

how could one beer turn into two best friends standing in the bathroom at the chateau, looking at positive pregnancy tests, with both not being able to wrap their head around it.

“they aren’t-”y/n cut jj off mid sentence, knowing exactly what he was going to say, “yes jj they are real.”

the two looked at each other, with a silent knowing that everything was about to change. jj quickly wrapped up the girl into a hug, one she quickly reciprocated back, knowing how dizzying and panicking this situation was about to be for the two.

“we’re going to be parents.”

YOU COME AND GO LIKE A WHISPER, LEAVING ME THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DREAM.

MONTH THREE

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, YOU’RE THE SOUND OF THESE STRINGS,

tightly gripping onto jj’s hand, y/n laid on the examination table, as her obgyn pressed the doppler to her stomach, and the sound of a heartbeat immediately filled the room, causing y/n to look over at jj, with her mouth slightly ajar.

“and there it is.”dr.meyer smiled, looking at the two teens, “a strong one too.”

“are they growing okay?”jj quickly asked, and dr.meyer nodded, “perfectly.”

“can we get photos?”y/n softly questioned, and the dr nodded, before pressing a few buttons on the machine. soon enough, the heartbeat stopped as the doppler was removed, and photos were handed to the two pogues.

“make sure you schedule an appointment for this time next month.”dr.meyers reminded the two before they left, and y/n sent her a soft smile before nodding. stopping by the front desk, the girl made an appointment, and the two left, heading back to the chateau.

the entire drive back was content, with music playing softly in the background, and soon enough the two were back to the chateau, with nobody else in sight. walking inside hand in hand, y/n glanced around, trying to see if anyone was around, before jj took the two into the spare bedroom, and the two were grinning ear to ear as y/n pulled the sonogram pictures out of her sweatshirt pocket.

“i can’t believe i’m carrying a tiny human.”y/n spoke softly in case any of the pogues came into the chateau, due to the two of them not telling anyone yet.

“i am so unbelievably proud of you.”jj mumbled against her skin as he tucked his head into the crook of her neck, looking at the photos with her, “the strongest girl i know.”

smiling down at the blonde, she kissed his forehead, before the two continued to look at the photos with admiration.

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, NOW YOUR HEART BEATS IN ME.

MONTH FOUR

I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL MY LIFE FOR YOUR COLORS,

“you know we can’t stay here for much longer right?”

jj looked over at y/n who sat on the bed scrolling through baby name websites, “what do you mean n/n?”

“the chateau can barely fit john b and the rest of our friends. i can guarantee you it will not fit a little maybank.”she brought up, and jj hummed, knowing she was right, “plus im pretty sure if we bring in a crib without them knowing it’ll raise some questions.”

“and that you are right.”jj mumbled, before flopping down next to her, “you got any ideas?”

“yeah. that little house down the road thats for rent.”she mentioned, causing jj to raise an eyebrow, “we can talk with the relator about it.”

“and we could paint hummingbirds room with little trees, and put all the decor we can afford in there.”y/n continued on, trying to completely sell the idea to jj.

“princess you had me sold when you said that it was down the road.”jj grinned, causing y/n to burst out giggling, getting excited over how many ideas the two were going to have for their child’s room.

“i can’t wait.”

NOT KNOWING YOU’VE BEEN WITH ME ALL ALONG.

MONTH FIVE

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, ON MY SKIN REST YOUR WINGS.

“okay, i think that’s it.”

john b placed the final box down in the new house as all the pogues stood around, and sarah asked the burning question, “hey, is there a certain reason why you guys just moved suddenly?”

“yes actually!”y/n exclaimed, before rushing towards the door, “stay here!”

quickly running out towards the car that the two had bought a few months back, the h/c girl grabbed the unmarked bags, and raced back inside before jj helped the girl hand them out to the rest of the pogues.

y/n and jj watched as the pogues opened up the bags, before kie and sarah’s lit up, “no way!”

y/n nodded before the girls started screaming, and pope grinned before high fiving jj, “i’m gonna be an uncle!”

“can i tell them?”jj looked down at y/n, asking for permission to reveal something that only the two had known. y/n nodded, knowing how excited the four were about to be.

“her name is gonna be juliette callie maybank.”

“its a girl?!”kie yelled, and the two laughed, before kie wrapped y/n in a hug, and the two squealed with joy, “i'm going to have a niece!” so much joy filled the room as the pogues were overjoyed for the two, so excited for jj to be a girl dad, almost as much as he was.

“we have to go shopping soon for her room!”sarah gasped, causing the two girls to look at her, “can you imagine how many clothes and little boots we can get for her!”

“that is definitely a day the three of us are setting up the nursery.”john b spoke up, causing all the pogues to laugh.

little jc was about to be so loved.

ILL HOLD YOU IN MY LOVING ARMS, BUT I’LL LET YOU FLY FREE.

MONTH SIX

ILL NEVER TRY TO CAGE YOU,

“are you excited to be a dad?”

jj looked over at john b as the two were building juliettes crib, and jj nodded with a small smile on his face, “surprisingly yeah.”

“i just don’t want her to have to go through what i did with luke.”jj brought up, screwing in a piece, “i wanna be there for her, i want her to trust me enough to come to me with anything without being worried if she’s gonna have the shit beat out of her.”

“jj you are nothing like luke.”john b reassured him, before tossing a piece over to him, “you saying you don’t want to abandon her just shows how much better you are than him.”

“thanks man.”jj told him, before the two heard honking outside, and they walked out, seeing the three girls and pope unloading two cars filled with bags. “holy shit.”john b laughed, seeing jj’s face fall knowing how much they would have to put away later.

“we’re back!”sarah announced, before y/n hopped out, with her baby bump finally showing, “help us out please!”

“what in gods name did you guys buy?”john b asked as jj wrapped y/n in a side hug, and both kie and sarah grinned, “clothes, blankets and toys!”

“but this much for a newborn?”pope questioned, and kie grabbed a few bags from the car, “it leads little maybank all the way up to 24 months old!”

“you’re kidding me.”jj gave them a ‘are you serious’ look, and the three nodded, “she’s set for the first two years!”

“i’m just-”jj cut himself off by shaking his head, and pressing a kiss to y/n’s, figuring how tired she was from standing most of the day.

“how much of the nursery did you guys get done?”y/n asked as the six walked into the maybank household, and jj lead the girl to the room.

“everything but the crib.”he grinned, and y/n looked up at him with such joy, “thank you jj.”

“little miss jc is gonna be so freaking loved.”

TAKE THE SKY THAT GOD GAVE YOU.

MONTH SEVEN

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, YOU’RE THE SOUND OF THESE STRINGS,

“jj can you hurry up! we’re going to be late for the photo shoot!”

“alright, alright i'm coming.”jj ran down the stairs, dressed in a white button up and some jeans. a wide grin spread across his face as he saw y/n dressed in a white dress, one they knew both opened up at the stomach.

“its less than five minutes away, we will be fine i promise you.”jj pressed a kiss to the girls head, before they were out the door and heading towards the destination. “i know but i want to get our photos before sunset.”

“and we will, i promise.”he reassured her, and sooner than they knew it, they had pulled up to the location, with the sandy beach ahead of them, revealing the icy blue ocean. maybe having a maternity photoshoot in the middle of april wasn't a great idea, but the two wanted them before they got all ramped up with fixing everything.

meeting up with their photographer masey, the two did the photoshoot without a hitch, before y/n headed into the freezing water, wanting to finish up the photoshoot quickly due to both the sun setting, and the temperatures dipping.

as soon as they were finished, jj wrapped y/n up tightly in a blanket, making sure to keep both her and jc warm. after the two had thanked their photographer, the two headed into the car, seeing the sun had now almost fully set.

“do you wanna stop by the wreck to see kie and grab some food?”jj asked, and a wide smile spread across y/n’s face as she nodded.

“i’d like nothing more than that right now and so would jc.”

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, ON MY SKIN REST YOUR WINGS.

MONTH EIGHT.

I’LL HOLD YOU IN MY LOVING ARMS,

“do you wanna hold her?”

jj looked over at y/n who had just woken up from a four hour nap, and she smiled seeing him holding their daughter. june 19th, six pounds, eight ounces and she was four weeks early. the two were absolutely ecstatic at her arrival, and so were her aunts and uncles. y/n nodded, before slowly sitting up, and jj carefully placed the girl into her mothers arms.

a wide smile immediately spread across y/n’s face as her daughter grabbed onto her index finger with all she had, making sure not to let go.

“she’s going to have your e/c eyes.”jj mentioned as he sat next to his two girls, looking down at the newest edition, “and definitely your kindness.”

“she is definitely going to have your charm thats for sure.”y/n fired back, causing the two to laugh slightly as juliette moved slightly in y/n’s arms. it was silent in the room for awhile (besides the obvious noise of machines), and the two sat there, soaking up time before y/n spoke up after awhile.

“hummingbird.”

jj looked at her, slightly confused before y/n looked at him back, “it was my nickname for jc before we had decided a name for her.”

a wide smile graced jj’s lips, before they looked back down at jc, admiring the girl with so much love.

BUT I’LL LET YOU FLY FREE.

HUMMINGBIRD, HUMMINGBIRD, NOW YOUR HEART BEATS IN ME.

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otomes-and-tears · 9 months

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Wondering what your thoughts and opinions are on the rest of the jerk squad boys, especially Nate?

Know that asking me this was a mistake because I’m RABID for them. I’m FOAMING at the mouth and shaking just at being asked to ramble about my boys because I am plagued by thoughts of them that I’m absolutely going to unleash upon you now.

This is not going to be coherent at all. I apologise for that.

By the way— since I already talk about Shiloh way too much, he’s not going to have his little section here. If you want to see my rambles about him, please check my masterlist!

I’m probably going to talk about Jeremy separately because…. I actually haven’t finished his route. It’s the only one that’s left.

Since you asked about him first, Nate is one of my favourite boys. I have a special place in my heart for him because he kind of reminds me of my girlfriend, and I do think that his dynamic with JB is one of the most entertaining in the bunch. He’s always snapping back at her and it’s so fucking funny. Every time they’re out together I keep getting this mental image of JB being strapped in a baby leash with Nate trailing behind her like an exhausted parent.

Like Shiloh, he’s also a character that I think about a LOT, particularly about the way he handles (or does not handle) his emotions and his obsessive need to have control over everything around him.

I think it’s really telling that Nate continuously strives for perfection and frequently neglects his own emotional needs when he practically raised himself, admittedly saw the school as his home, and when we know for a fact that he was seen and treated as a mini-adult throughout his life.

Like, you cannot tell me he wasn’t praised endlessly as a child for being independent and self-sufficient and then when he grew older people were constantly exasperated that he was too independent and didn’t know when to ask for help when needed! Nate is probably endlessly confused as to why something that was touted as being such a good trait for a good portion of his life suddenly became a problem.

Anyways, I think it’s kind of tragic how he spent most of his life at that school and I legit teared up when they graduated. It’s also very sweet how despite being a perv and living to make him uncomfortable, JB is surprisingly respectful of his boundaries regarding physical touch and doesn’t push him to kiss or hug her. Yeah, she teases him about missing the perfect moment but she’s happy to let him decide when he’s ready to do all of that!

It’s also nice that she tries to support him, even if she isn’t exactly good at it. SHE’S TRYING HER BEST BC THEY LEGIT LIKE EACH OTHER EVEN IF THEY BOTH HAVE ISSUES!!

Regarding Everett… I didn’t expect to like his route as much as I did, but he has SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL.

Like, his whole relationship with Nate? The fact that he’s a momma’s boy?? HE WAS REJECTED BY PRAN In like, the WORST way possible??

It’s just, chef’s kiss. A whole lotta angst wrapped inside a tiny, hipster-shaped package. Pure perfection.

My only issue with his route is that the whole time, I felt like JB was getting in between him and Nate. This is my headcanon, but I feel like after high school, if JB and Everett don’t immediately have an explosive, dramatic breakup there are only two possible routes: either he leaves her for Nate or they add Nate into the mix.

I’m sorry, but no other alternatives compute for me, not after their conversation in the tunnel of love. That shit goes way past just a codependent friendship.

I think I’ve mentioned this once before but Bae is likely my second favorite jerksquad guy. I can’t really explain why his condescension is so funny to me, but it might be because my favorite parts of the game were the group meetings and Bae’s borderline paternalistic attitude towards the other characters (because he’s mAtURE and knows what’s best for them) and his sarcasm made for some really great dialogue and some of the funniest scenes in my opinion.

Just as a side note— I played xoxo blood droplets and Bae’s route made me realize how much potential he has to be a yandere in an au! And now that I’m thinking about this I NEED to write about it. Even if it’s just headcanons or something.

I love him in game. I’d probably throw hands with him three minutes into a conversation if he existed IRL. I sent my girlfriend screenshots of his sons of his scenes while I played and she said that I was a bit like him. It made me reevaluate my life LOL

Okay so, I’m going to be real with you: Pran is my least favorite of the boys. I’ll admit that when I played through his route last year I kept complaining about not having that much fun and not liking him a lot as a character. My view changed as I got to the end of the game:

Pran’s is still my least favorite route but he’s one of the most interesting guys to analyze.

In the end, even if it took me a bit to get into it, I still ended up enjoying it immensely anyway.

I think what made me dislike him at first was that, ironically, I think that Pran as a character works best in group scenes. He’s a contrarian and he’s very quiet most of the time, which makes his very occasional interjections some of the funniest moments in the meetings, but that’s also why I didn’t find his dates as fun LOL

I think that with the other characters I had a better time because how they played off JB during their dates, while with Pran it was funny to see JB trying so hard to engage with him or get a rise out of him just for him to barely react (and it makes the instances where she does manage to catch him off guard very rewarding) on the first few times, but it started to get old for me. There’s only so many times I can hear him say no, and that he doesn’t care before it gets annoying.

For me the highlight of his route was seeing Shiloh have a weird, one-sided beef with him. Shiloh pretends to like everyone but this is where he draws the line apparently 😭

Anyways, you might be wondering why I said he’s one of my favourites to analyse if I didn’t have much fun playing through his route. That’s mostly because of his backstory, which I genuinely find to be fascinating.

He’s basically a textbook example of avoidant attachment, which is due to the severe neglect he suffered as a child. Honestly, I could make a whole post about this alone if anyone is interested.

That coupled with having to adopt a mentality where nothing he ever did or said was ever right, because either his parents or grandparents would get upset, which led to him always being quiet or choosing the contrarian option, and you get a pretty fascinating character to think about. It’s interesting to examine his relationships through this lense: it makes complete sense that Pran has a difficult time engaging with JB and connecting to her emotional needs. The few relationships he has maintained exist out of necessity! And he tries so hard to push her away, in the same way he pushed everyone else away, but she just refuses to leave. Refuses to accept defeat. She’s fully determined to figure him out and make their weirdass relationship work and it’s something I admire JB for. That girl is a TROOPER.

#by the way this is going to be a take™️ but I think Shiloh and Nate are more similar than either of them would like to admit #they both need to feel in control of a situation in order to feel comfortable but they express that need in basically opposite ways #I can elaborate more on that if anyone is interested #bee rambles #xoxo droplets #shiloh fields #nate lawson #everett gray #bae pyoun #pran taylor #xod shiloh #Nate xod #everett xod #bae xod #Pran xod #xod

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gut-wrenching

part 1. part 2. part 3 (here)

summary: hanging with the pogues and jj let’s something slip out.

warnings: self harm (kinda), tons of violence etc

pairing: jj maybank x kook!fem!reader

later that afternoon, you swung yourself into the cat’s ass and giggled.

john b followed you shortly after, to which cleo and sarah jumped in excitedly.

pope and kiara were laying together on the hammock, and jj was already inside of the hot tub, looking longingly into your eyes.

he was in a daze, a really romantic, cute one, to be exact. he reminded you of a little boy whose dream was to be an astronaut one day.

you wanted to kiss him. but you were still mad at him, so you rolled your eyes and looked away. john b saw this, but he didn’t want to get involved, so he cleared his throat and crunched his empty beer can.

he threw it out into the yard, which summoned kie. she picked it up and threw it back at john b and scoffed. “you’re a piece of shit! think of the earth, dumbass. it’ll be more polluted than jj’s lungs in a couple of years because of you!”

you stifled your laughter—jj had still not budged from his position or facial expression. his eyes remained on you.

“jb, come here,” pope said and pulled john b out of the hot tub.

they whispered secretively for a few minutes, and in the meantime, kiara took john b’s spot next to you in the hot tub.

“hey, kookie.” she said, twirling her hair.

“hey, kookie.” you said back.

she giggled and looked at jj. she noticed his gaze. for a solid minute, she watched him, and at last, she said, “is he dead?”

sarah shrugged. “i don’t think?”

you rolled your eyes and kicked him under the bubbling jet water, causing him to groan and flinch.

“that dumbass is fine.” you scoffed, giving him a dirty look.

“girls, come on,” kiara said, looking at cleo, sarah, and you. you all slipped out of the tub, everyone but you saying your “excuse me”’s to leaving jj all alone.

behind the tree, kiara gripped your shoulders. “what the hell is going on with you two? did you guys break up?”

you shook your head. “it’s a long story, but we didn’t break up.”

kiara shook her head and put her hands on her hips. “are you mad at him?”

“hell yeah.”

“why?” cleo asked, nudging your hip. “what did rude boy do?”

you shook your head. “like i said, it’s a long story. to be honest, i wish he wasn’t here.”

everyone gasped, but you just stormed back into the hot tub, where jj was now in a completely different mood. a beer in his hand. he was smoking a joint, too. you wondered if he just pulled it out of his ass of something.

“girls,” he said, throwing his hands up. “you’re back!”

“shut up,” you mumbled under your breath, sitting back in your spot.

he frowned but continued to drink more beer.

“so what did you guys do yesterday?” kie asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“dad had a island luncheon or something. it was dumb and i had to go,” sarah said.

“i had to go, too. it’s a kookie thing. actually, y/n, i’m surprised you weren’t there.” kie agreed.

“yeah, no,” jj interrupted before you could talk. “she was too busy flashing rafe cameron.”

you froze, looking immediately at sarah. “why are you being like that, jj?”

he shrugged. “i don’t—you flashed rafe cameron, right?”

“not on—hey, sarah, wait up!” you called as sarah stormed away from the chateau. when she was completely out of sight, you gave jj a look. “nice going, asshole.”

“just saying. next time don’t flash her brother.” jj said.

you thinned your lips angrily and grabbed jj’s arm harshly. without grabbing a towel, you rushed the two of you inside of the house and shoved him against a wall. “what the fuck was that out there?”

he grinned, biting his lip. lord, that was hot, he thought, but he didn’t show it. “i mean, you’re my girl. i have the right to be mad if you’re literally skinny dipping in front of our friend’s brother.”

“jj. you said he just walked by. it’s not that big of a deal.”

he shrugged and dragged his tongue along his teeth, breaking from your grasp. he grabbed two toothpicks from a drawer on his right. one for him and one for you.

at the same time, you stuck them in your mouth. you angrily pushed past him and ran outside to climb back in the hot tub, your tastebuds overflowing with wood.

“what was that about?” cleo asked. “rude boy make up?”

“no. quite the opposite, actually.”

“you have matching toothpicks in?” kie suggested, pointing to jj.

you shrugged. “it doesn’t mean anything. and neither does the rafe thing. basically i was in the hot tub drunk and i had no clothes on because there are no bikinis here at the chateau for me so i just skinny dipped and rafe walked by. well i was asleep but that’s what jj says happened.”

kie looked at cleo. “i get why he’d be mad. but sarah should have listened.”

“i’ll talk to her later,” you said. “in the meantime, i have to avoid jj and figure out what those boys are talking about.”

cleo and kiara followed your gaze to pope and john b.

they looked over as jj approached them. they looked at each other and jumped intl the hot tub.

jj kicked the dirt and threw his bottle of beer on the floor angrily. he was hella high/drunk. everyone stood, including you as he picked it up and broke it on his head.

“holy shit—” kie yelped.

“jj!” you cried, helplessly splashing out of the hot tub. he fisted his own hair and you grabbed his hands gently, putting them at his sides.

you took him away from the shattered glass, sacrificing your own feet and wincing as sharp pieces of glass went through them. you let out a cry, limping your way into the house while dragging jj closely behind you. you told the rest of your friends to clean up the glass as you set jj on the couch.

wordlessly, you searched through his hair, pulling out shards of glass and praying you could find every single one. you climbed onto his lap and let him hold your hips, knowing he would be too scared not to hold onto anything.

you breathed heavily. “i don’t see anything else.”

he pulled you up to cuddle against him, looking guiltily at the blood that painted your foot.

you followed his gaze and sighed. “i’ll be fine.”

he nodded. he looked distant, you realized as you played with his hair. “j, why did you do that?”

he didn’t answer. he was staring at the ground. you pulled the toothpick out of his mouth. “hm?” you asked.

he adjusted his seat, shrugging. “d’know. i just ‘m so mad.”

“it doesn’t matter, j. you cannot just hurt yourself like that. you gave me and all your friends a panic attack.”

he rolled his eyes and shook his head, taking your toothpick out of your b mouth and sticking it into his. you smiled, sitting completely down next to him.

“you’re hella drunk right now,” you told him. he shook his head.

“not anymore. damn, that glass sobered me up.”

“speaking of that glass,” you said. “did you hurt your head? do you think you have a concussion?”

he shook his head and grabbed your hand. “ ‘m sorry. about everything. i’ll talk to sarah.”

you shook your head and shrugged. “i’m sorry, too. you like, saved me yesterday. i could have drowned. i never thanked you for that. thanks.”

he nodded. “my pleasure. when i saw rafe i actually almost jumped the shit out of him.”

you nodded and massaged his head. “wanna go back out there and let everyone know you’re okay?”

he thought for a moment. “stay with me for a little bit, baby, please.”

you nodded, grinning. “anything.”

* jj was asleep on the foot of your bed, wrapped in a towel waist in below with wet hair and a bare back. he stored peacefully and you decided to spring out of bed and write a note.

left for sarah. gonna talk 2 her. love u

-y/n

you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door, leaving your house and starting for sarah’s. when you got there, you heard screaming.

“sarah?” you yelled.

“someone! i’m up here! help me!” you heard. you followed her voice and we’re eventually led to her room, where you saw rafe holding her up against the wall and choking her.

you gasped, wasting no time and springing into action to punch him in the face. he released his grip on sarah’s throat as she dropped to the floor, holding her throat in pain. she weakly crawled away as she let you fight it out with rafe. he put you into an armlock, bring his lips to your ear and whispering, “i like that stunt you pulled yesterday, pretty girl.”

you gasped, bringing your aching foot up to kick him where it hurts. you elbowed him in the face and he hit his head off the wall, falling to the floor.

you ran to sarah, helping her up and running out of the house with her. rafe followed shortly after, holding his bleeding neck as you tried to get the car started.

“don’t run from me, traitors! you’re kooks. stop slumming it with the pogues!” he yelled as you quickly pulled out of the driveway.

you explained everything to sarah on the way home followed by the “it’s okay” after she apologized for storming off earlier.

pulling into your driveway, you helped her out of the car and brought her inside, pouring her a glass of water. “here, drink this.”

she chugged it down, wiping her lips after. “is jj here?”

you shrugged. “jj!” you yelled. you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he hugged you. you winced as he kissed your neck. he saw this.

“something happen?” he asked.

“um, sarah was getting jumped by her brother,” you explained, leaning on the kitchen island. “so i fought rafe and he put me into a really tight headlock. damn, it hurt.” you chuckled.

he narrowed his eyes and stared out the window, glaring with a gaze as if he we’re about to kill somebody.

* a/n: this was short but yeahh

next part — part 4 here

#jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #outerbanks #obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n

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lostinhisworld · 9 months

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burnt memories - JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

warnings: short angsty sibling fic. mention of death and being missing. she/her pronouns. john b being a bit of a dick. sad y/n. unedited. an old draft.

word count: 346

hope you enjoy x

for anyone waiting on a request, im sorry. i have seen them and started writing, ive just been a bit busy with the holidays.

her eyes glowed with the dying fire's embers, orange light brightening the colours in her irises. she smiled a small grin, watching the ashes decorate the ground around her.

too stuck in her own world of flames and burnt memories, she missed the sound of approaching footsteps.

his eyes locked on the charred envelope, only half touched by the heated glow, his face contorted into a confused expression. "you burnt my letter?” he breathed, voice full of sorrow.

waiting for the girl's response, he turned to face her. tears lined her eyes, contrasting the bright smile on her lips.

"why did you burn the letter?" he continued as her silence stretched. "i wrote it myself. i wanted to see you." he cried.

between sad, angry and helpless she tells him, "why don't you ask Sarah?”

shaking his head in despair, John B reaches for his sister, watching her pull away from his touch at the last second. "no, do not touch me." she demanded. "you don't get to abandon me and then be upset that i don't want to hear from you."

he whispered her name as a plea, “please don't be like this." the older Routledge kid tried. "we promised not to turn our backs on each other."

the girl scoffed, roughly wiping her tears with the sleeve of her jumper— the jumper that once belonged to him, and the only reminder she had left of her brother.

"don't lecture me on promises when you are the one who can't keep them." she shouted in response. "you promised you'd be safe, that you wouldn't disappear like dad did,"

she chocked on the last two words, a sob forcing its way out of her throat. "but you did. you disappeared, John B.” she forced, pushing at the boy's chest. "and then i hear from some random girl that you're back and living in the Cameron mansion. do you know what that feels like?"

"to lose the only two people you have? to sit around hoping the only family you’ve got left aren't dead, being eaten by fish in the middle of the ocean?"

"come on, you've got to know i’m sorry."

"you've been back for weeks, JB," she stated, her voice losing edge. “and all i got from you was a lousy letter.” another tear marked her cheek, yet she made no move to wipe it. "i’m exhausted, i don't have any fight left in me. so, i give up.”

#netflix #outer banks #obx #obx pogues #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge #john b #john b x sibling #angst #drabble #one shot

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Out of the Woods - ch 6

a/n: thank you for reading, i love you ♡

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I woke up feeling warm, sweaty. I tried to sit up but it was like I was being held down. I forced my eyes open to find JJ’s head in the crook of my neck, half of his body draped over mine.

“Mmm- JJ- JJ wake up. C’mon dude, you’re killing me.” I tried to push him, and he started to stir. “What?” He grumbled, half asleep. “J, wake up.”

He lifted his head so fast it collided with mine. “Owww- dude.” I groaned, rubbing my head. “Sorry- shit- sorry.” JJ rubbed his head, sitting up. “It’s fine, what do I need to breathe for anyway,” I teased, making him chuckle as he rubbed his eyes. “Not my fault you got two pillows on your chest,” JJ said. I smacked his arm and got out of bed, clumsily walking to the bathroom.

Once I put some cold water on my face, I was more awake, but I still needed a minute. I had kept my crush on JJ underwraps for the past 4 years, but lately it seemed harder and harder. I looked at my reflection, and put some cold water on my hands before wiping my face again.

“Get your shit together, now, Junie Abernathy.” I whispered.

When I walked out of the bathroom, JJ and John B were awake and walking around the house. “Up and at ‘em, cupcake, we got shit to do.” JJ said as he whizzed past me on his way to the living room.

I ran a hand through my hair as I followed him, but turned into the kitchen instead. John B was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. “We gotta get Kie and Pope soon.” “Any more of that?” I asked, reaching for the fridge. “Cereal, yes. Milk, no.” JB replied, his mouth full of food. “Awesome.” I closed the fridge and opened the cabinet, grabbing the box of cereal. “You and JJ were pretty loud last night.” John B said as I was pouring myself a bowl. “Please, we’ve all heard JJ doing much worse through these walls.” I grabbed a spoon and took a bite of cereal. “Don’t remind me.” “Heard my name. Whatcha talking about?” JJ asked, coming into the kitchen. “Oh sweet-” JJ said before grabbing my spoon and taking a bite of cereal, dropping the spoon back into my bowl.

“You and your lady friends.” John B answered, making me cringe before taking another bite of my cereal. “Lady friends? Seriously?” I questioned, lifting myself up to sit on the counter. “What else would you have me call them?” John B questioned. “Girlfriends?” I suggested. “Definitely not girlfriends.” JJ piped in. “How about conquests?” That made me cringe even more.

“Gross.” I mumbled. “Prude.” JJ retorted. “Perv.” “Virgin.” “Who says I’m a virgin?” I questioned, but JJ just chuckled. I looked to John B for backup, but he looked away.

“Seriously? You guys think boys don’t like me?” I questioned. “No, no, no, Junie. I think boys like you..it’s just-” John B started. “We’ve never seen you with guys that weren’t us,” JJ finished for him, John B nodding in agreement. “Well, I’ll have you both know I’m not a virgin, so.” I took another bite. “Oh really? Do tell.” JJ prodded, leaning on his hand against the counter. “Didn’t you say we have shit to do?” “Ope- avoiding the question. Virgin.” JJ grabbed my spoon again, taking another bite of my cereal. “You know you can get your own, right? And I’m not a virgin.” “It’s okay to be a virgin, June, JJ’s just giving you shit to get a reaction," John B spoke up.

I shook my head, taking another bite. “You guys are dicks.” I shoved my bowl into JJ’s chest, handing it to him before hopping off the counter.

I went back into the bedroom to change, putting my bikini on before pulling on my denim shorts. When I went back out, I heard John B. “Think she’s mad at us?” “She’s always mad at me. It’s probably sexual frustration. There’s a lot of tension there.”

I rolled my eyes as I walked out of the house, slamming both the porch and front door behind me. I walked over and collapsed into the hammock, bringing my legs up as I swayed. The hammock was one of the best parts of the Chateau, I could spend hours laying here and the time would just melt away.

“Would it help if I said sorry?” John B asked. I opened my eyes to see him standing by the tree. “You really couldn’t back me up in there?” I replied. “I didn’t know there was anything wrong with it. Being a virgin.” “There is when it comes to JJ… dude has a new ‘conquest’ like every other weekend.” John B raised his eyebrows, “Well… maybe if you just told him about-” “Shut up. Shut up right now.” I said, sitting up, noticing the front door opening.

John B looked behind him just as JJ was closing the door behind him. “You guys ready or what?” JJ called.

John B gave me an apologetic look before holding his hand out to help me out of the hammock. I took his hand and allowed him to pull me to my feet. The three of us walked to the dock, John B got on the boat first, then JJ. JJ held his hand out to help me but I swatted it away.

“You let John B help you out of the hammock.” JJ complained like a child. “John B said sorry for being an asshole.” JJ turned to look at John B. “Woooow.” “Can you two please just behave, please?” John B replied before starting the boat.

I sat on the front of the boat while he drove the boat over to Heyward’s, then to Figure Eight to pick up Kie, then we were back on our way to the Chateau.

“Hey guys,” JJ spoke up, “Settle something for me. Has anyone ever seen Junie over here laying the moves down on some guy?” “What?” Kie asked. “Are you serious?” I asked. “Junie and I got into a little debate this morning because she said she wasn’t a virgin, and I pointed out that the only guys she hangs around is us.” JJ explained. “Maybe she lost her virginity to Pope.” Kie spoke up, making Pope chuckle. I winked at Pope, making John B and Kie laugh. “That’s not funny.” JJ said, moving to sit on the front near me. “Well,” Kiara started, her laughing slowing to a stop. “ For the record, I have seen Junie be into someone. Maybe you just don’t pay attention Jayj.”

I smiled to myself, then looked over to JJ, who just shook his head before looking away. I looked to Kie and mouthed a ‘thank you’, to which she gave me a nod.

After some time passed, another boat came into sight, and JJ whistled. “You guys see that? That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world’s finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance. 200k easy.” “We picked the wrong parents.” Pope said. “I hate to break it to you guys, but that’s Topper and his girlfriend.” Kie pointed out.

We were all silent as we passed them, all of us staring.

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.” Kie said somewhat loudly. I definitely think they heard. Once we got back to the Chateau, we got back into the Twinkie to drive over to JJ’s job. I sat in the back with Kiara and Pope.

“Psst.” Kie whispered, then nudged her head in the direction of JJ. My eyes widened and I shook my head no. Maybe this is why keeping my crush on JJ a secret was getting harder, maybe my friends were making it harder.

“Alright, keep a look out.” JJ spoke up as John B turned into the parking lot. “We’re behind enemy lines.” He grabbed the gun and began inspecting it, but John B grabbed it and made him put it away, with Kie threatening to throw it into the ocean.

“Can’t forget my badge. Professional busboy.” JJ said, pulling it from its retractable string then releasing it. JJ lead us through the building, through the kitchen while greeting his coworkers. I gave a wave to the line cooks, but JJ grabbed my arm to pull me away, then led us to the back, to a room with computers.

“Sweet lord, the internet!” Pope cheered as he raced to a chair. “Let me get in there, gotta check out my insta models.” JJ said. “Don’t have time.” Pope said just as John B pulled the map out of his bag and placed it in front of him. Pope entered the coordinates written on the map into the computer so it could show us the location. It was about 900 feet under water. Both JJ and John B were relieved.

“How do you suppose we get 900 feet deep?” I questioned. “Yeah, will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope questioned. “The salvage yard. They got a drone that drops 1000, it has a 360 camera and everything. It’s for deep dives and stuff, it’s exactly what we need.” JJ said. “Can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?” John B asked. “Well, my dad’s grimy little hands got his ass fired. I guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out. But the drone’s there. It’s in the impound yard out back.”

We all exchanged looks, then made a run for the door.

I sat across from JJ in the twinkie, watching as he rolled a blunt. Pope was upset about us doing ‘illegal crimes’, so John B was trying to put his mind at ease. “Pope, we’re not stealing the drone, we’re borrowing it.”

Pope took a deep breath. “‘Humans are the only animal that can’t tell fantasy from reality.’” “Did you come up with that?” John B asked. “Albert Bernstein came up with it.” Pope explained. I was becoming distracted by JJ sealing the blunt with his tongue. God maybe he was right, maybe I was too pent up.

Just as JJ was about to light the blunt, Pope took it out of his mom. “Keep the signal clear.” he said before throwing it. “Pope!” I shouted, looking in the direction he threw it. “Look what you did, you upset bugs.” JJ scolded.

John B parked the van, and I continued my search for the blunt.

“You know what your problem is?” JJ’s voiced asked. “You?” Pope retorted. “No, it’s that you need to relax, man. You’re always too tense." “I’m not too tense.” “Alright ladies, we need someone to distract the guard.” John B spoke up. “I think Junie should do it.” Kie said. “What?” I asked. “Yeah, what?” JJ repeated.

Kiara turned in the passenger seat to look at JJ, “I just mean, it’ll be a chance for her to prove you wrong.” “Oh, then I’m so in. One sec-” I said before taking off my hoodie. “What are you doing?” JJ asked. I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bikini. “Didn’t you hear Kie? I’m proving you wrong.” I answered with a smirk before I slid open the door and climbed out, and walked around the van.

“Hey!” John B called, causing me to turn and walk over to his window, I could hear JJ and Kie arguing behind him. “You got this.” “‘Course I do. Be fast, okay?” I said before turning back to walk to the guard shack. “Hello?” I called out in the sweetest voice I could muster, waving my arm around as I walked over by the window. A man walked out and over to the gate. “Can I help you?” “Hi! Um, so, I have a flat tire… and I’m like- clueless when it comes to this stuff. Any chance you could help me?” I asked, giving him a small smile, looking down nervously then back at him.

The man looked me up and down, his eyes lingering just a moment on my breasts. “Yeah.” “Yeah? Oh, thank you!” I said, running a hand through my hair. He went back into the shack to open the gate, and I looked behind me to try and signal to guys to be ready.

When I turned back I saw the guard on his way back, carrying an air pump. “Thank you again, so much, it’s um, just this back one here.” I said pointing as we walked. “What happened?” The guard asked. “Um… I really don’t know, I just came outside and it was like this.” “Probably just sitting in the yard too long.” “Oh really? I didn’t know that could make it flat…” I leaned on the edge of the boat, trying to push my cleavage up. Men like this were too easy. I tried to think of ways to stall him while he filled up the tire, but before I could think of anything, I heard a dog barking.

“Did you hear that?” “Um- yeah, it kind of sounded like a raccoon.” He accepted that as an answer and went back to filling the tire. I tried to think of something. I didn’t have anything to let the air out of other tires. “I think it’s almost done.” The guard said. “Wow, thank you so much, you’re like my hero. So how long have you worked here?” “About 5 years.” “Wow, I bet you’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff, working at a salvage yard. That’s a tough job.” The guard smiled to himself. Then the machine stopped. “Thank you, ma’am. You never told me your name?”

“Oh, I’m-” I was cut off by the definite sound of a dog barking, and with no machine whirring to cover it up, the man immediately stood up and took off running.

“Shit…” I mumbled to myself. I quickly got in the driver’s side and reversed, Kie said I needed to bring her dad’s truck to the meeting spot. I sat in the truck for what felt like forever, and only knew a moment of peace when the Twinkie came into sight. As soon as the van was parked I jumped out of the truck.

“Please tell me it worked…” I said once Kie got out, ready to switch places with me. “I got the drone, it’s in the back.” John B said. “Woo! Way to go, Jeeb!” I cheered. “Me? That was some serious work you just laid down.” “Yeah it was!” Pope agreed, and I feigned bashfulness, flipping my hair a little bit.

Kie high fived me as she walked past me. “Meet me at the Wreck!” she called as she got in the driver’s seat. I climbed into the back of the Twinkie.

“Hey, did we ever find that blunt?” I asked as soon as I sat down across from JJ, making him chuckle before he held it up for me. We drove to the Wreck, arriving at roughly the same time as Kiara, and we all quickly climbed out, heading inside.

Kie walked over to talk to her dad, so the rest of us went to the corner of the restaurant.

“I’m starving…” I complained. “Yeah you worked up quite the appetite. You couldn’t’ve put your shirt back on?” JJ teased. I rolled my eyes. “Here-” John B said, pulling off his hawaiian button up and putting it on my shoulders. “Thanks, Jeeb.” I said, before sending a look of annoyance to JJ as I put it on.

Kiara’s dad agreed to giving us free food, thank god. We all sat together and ate once her dad brought us out the food. We were talking and laughing, John B and JJ even started a game of throwing and catching food in each other’s mouths, much to our entertainment. Then, once everyone else left, Kie turned up the music and began dancing, asking John B to dance with her. I smiled as I watched them, taking a drink of my soda.

“Hey, so… how come you never told me about this mystery guy?” JJ asked now that we were alone at our table. “What?” I questioned. “I mean…” JJ knuckles tapped the table. “You told Kie, and I’m supposed to be like… your best friend or something, and you never told me.” “It wasn’t worth mentioning.” I covered. “It was worth mentioning to Kie.” JJ countered. “I didn’t tell Kie. She just… noticed.”

JJ looked away from me to watch Kie and JB dance. I figured that meant the end of it. “I'm sorry I didn’t notice…” JJ said softly. “Don’t be. He didn’t feel the same way.”

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loveharlow · 2 years

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SIX - BREAKEVEN

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS; [2.9k] With Y/N and JJ officially at odds with one another, they both turn to the group for help. Even with Pope's expert advice and Kie's semi-words of wisdom, there's no reconciliation for these two in the cards. Not today, at least.

CHAPTER WARNING(S); swearing, mutual pining, mild angst, arguing (more like bickering at this point), lowkey childish behavior, Pope being a voice of reason (love him), Not gonna lie: this chapters actually focuses more on the group talking about JJ and Y/N than them talking themselves because, y'know... probably the most boring chapter, I hated writing this but ✨story development✨:(

A/N; TWO CHAPTERS LEFT !! Ik this took me almost a month to get out and for that I apologize but I've been having the time of my life recently and really getting back out and being social again. I'd never leave y'all behind tho xo.

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JJ AND THE GUYS WERE CURRENTLY WALKING TO THE GAS STATION TO GET SNACKS AND SODAS. Plus, some painkillers for the girls sitting around with headaches. It was 96 degrees out and the sun granted no mercy on the guys.

“And why didn’t we just drive again?”

“Because,” Pope started, clicking off his phone and shoving it in the pocket of his shorts and turning to John B. “It’s only 2 blocks away. We’d be wasting gas. And plus, no one told you to wear those hot ass sweatpants.”

John B flipped the boy off and continued walking, now walking closer to JJ as if to tell Pope to ‘fuck off’. JJ had been uncharacteristically reserved for the duration of the walk. John B, noticing this, nudged the blonde’s shoulder and lifted an eyebrow at him. “You good?”

JJ looked at the boy blankly and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

The gas station was coming into view. The bright sign, that you could barely tell was lit from how bright it was outside, now in their line of vision.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain jealous outburst you had at the club last night, would it?” Pope added skittishly, although still holding some air of seriousness.

JJ shot him a deadly glare before speaking. “No.”

“No?” John B spoke up playfully, paying no mind to JJ’s obvious annoyance at the reminder of his actions. “‘Cause you’ve been all quiet since last night. Y’know, when you drug Y/N out of the club-”

“I did not drag her-”

“You…kind of did.” Pope added.

“I-She was drunk and flirting with some pervy asshole.”

“It looked like she was into it, man.” The brunette, sweatpants wearing boy butted in.

JJ scoffed under his breath as the group of men entered the corner store, bell chiming above their heads and the cashier offering a kind wave. Going to the fridges where the drinks were stored, Pope spoke up once more as John B scavenged for beverages.

“I think you should just tell her how you feel. Like, straight up.”

“What difference would it make? After this summer, she’s going off to college.”

“So is Sarah.” JB chimed in, holding drinks in his hands and under his arms. “Doesn’t Y/n drink those fancy lemonades in the glass bottles?” He asked, veering off topic for a moment as he looked into the chilled fridge.

“Yeah. But get the blue one. She doesn’t like the pink one.” JJ answered him absentmindedly. Unbeknownst to JJ, John B and Pope shared a smirk with one another. Closing the door with a swift chill brushing past them, the boys continued into the aisles for snacks and any pain killers they may come by.

“Y’know, long distance is a thing.” John B tried, circling back to their original topic of conversation.

“Actually, statistically, long distance couples-” Pope stopped mid-sentence when the bandana wearing brunette shot him a pointed glare. Muttering a 'never mind' and picking up a small bottle of Tylenol’s for the hungover girls back home, Pope let his sentence die in the back of his throat.

JJ was turned toward a shelf as he spoke, plucking up bags of chips and candy bars. “Either way, it’s not the same. You and Sarah are together. Me and Y/N are... not.” He spoke, almost unsure of his own words. “Plus, even if I wanted to, she’s pissed at me. Like, when she punched Rafe in the face level pissed.”

JJ hadn’t given the boys the full scoop on his situation with the girl at hand but he’d spilled a couple of times. Were they aware that they kissed? No. Did they know that the blonde was helplessly in love with a girl who was helplessly in love with him? Of course.

Letting out a harsh sigh that sounded somewhat like a groan. Pope, turned to face him, stopping in his path to the register. Pope was teetering the edge of utter annoyance. “Can you really blame her? I mean, you treat her like she’s your wife of ten years one day and then, the next you’re actively avoiding her.”

“I know. Okay? I know.” JJ whined, running a hand down his face as the bags and wrapped-candies crinkled under his arm.

“If you know then grow up, talk to her, and fix it. And I don’t mean some bullshit apology. I mean talk to her honestly.”

“Oooh, Pope giving girl advice?” John B instigated, prompting Pope to snatch some of the bottled drinks from him and place them on the counter in front of the waiting cashier along with the other items.

“Shut up and give me your wallet.” The boy muttered.

As Pope paid for the snacks, with John B’s money, JJ stood back stuck in his own thoughts. Maybe Pope’s right? No. No, he’s not. If I make a move, a real move, it would just hurt both of us. But I guess I’ve already done that. So, maybe he is right?

“MY HEAD IS KILLING ME.” Sarah groaned from her position on the couch, curled up with her knees to her chest in one of John B’s hoodies and a pair of shorts. Hood over her head while strands of hair framed her face messily. Kiara was right next to her, a blanket over her as she dozed off, barely being awake to begin with. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun that was falling to the side.

I was also under the blanket, Kie and I’s feet intertwined for warmth as I was tucked under her arm with my head on her chest. I had on some oversized band tee that reached a little past mid-thigh, a pair of underwear and socks. Luckily for me, and unlike Sarah, my head was just fine.

However, every couple minutes, a wave of nausea would pass through me with no vomit. I didn’t know if it was a blessing or curse that my stomach was playing pranks on me. I didn’t know if I needed to throw up the entire contents of my stomach or eat everything in sight.

“The guys should be back soon.” Kie mumbled with her eyes half-closed, shifting her weight a bit.

“How soon is soon?” Sarah whined, pulling the strings on her hoodie to close the hood in on her face tighter.

“It was your idea to go out, mind you.” I reprimanded the whiney blonde. This drew out a child-like groan from her as she swayed on the couch cushions.

“I know~”

“Speaking of-” Kie perked up slightly, voice raspy while shifting her gaze to look down at me. “What happened last night? JJ practically drug you out of there and he looked pissed.”

I rolled my eyes as my stomach turned at the mention of the events of last night, and partially because of the alcohol passing through me from that same night. “Don’t remind me.”

Sarah peeked out of her scrunched hood and added her thoughts. “What did he say though? Because I did notice you two didn’t talk before the guys left out this morning.”

Shrugging and sitting up, I met Sarah’s eyes. “I don't remember much. He said something about me being drunk and kissing strangers, blah blah, I don’t fucking know, man.” I spoke irritatedly, pinching my forehead willing the turning of my stomach to subside.

I was lying a tad bit. I remembered the argument and almost everything that was said. But recounting the harsh words spat by me and JJ to each other would only make me sadder. Angrier.

“Sooo, my plan to get your mind off of him actually made it worse. Great.”

I frowned at the guilty girl curled up inside of her boyfriends huge hoodie. “Aw, don’t be like that Sarah. It actually did help up until he showed up. I met a cool guy. Though, who knows if I’ll ever see him again.”

“The hot one in all black that bought you a drink?” I nodded at Kie’s question. “I don’t know...He seemed kind of cocky, don’t you think?”

Rolling my eyes and falling back into the couch. “You’re only saying that because you don’t want me with anyone but JJ.”

“Precisely.” Although I didn’t want to, we all broke out into light laughter that sounded slightly off because of our less than ideal states of well-being. Just then, the front door was heard opening, the house alarm making a beep noise.

“Yo!” John B called out, the sound of the door closing ringing out as smiles broke out on all of our faces and we bolted up from the couch to meet the guys in the kitchen.

On opposites sides of the island, the guys set the plastic bags down as we rummaged through them in no time. Pope extending his hand to give me the Tylenol’s he’d picked up as I let out a triumphant ‘yess’. “I love you, Pope.” I said gratefully, to which I was met with a sheepish shrug and side smile as he fixed his hat.

Then another hand was extending to hand me a blue lemonade that was retrieved from the bags. Looking up to match the tanned hand to a face, it was JJ with an almost hesitant expression riddled on his face.

We hadn’t talked since last night. I remember the argument, parts of it rather. The parts that stung the most. Looking back, I had spilled much more than I ever wanted or intended to. But this didn’t quell any of the anger or truth behind anything I had said last night. Did I feel bad? Of course. JJ has always held a special place in my heart and no matter how angry I am or how much I try to deny it, I’ll always have a soft spot for him.

So him looking at me with these pleading, puppy-dog eyes made me want to let my exterior fall and pull him into the biggest hug this world has ever seen. But I wouldn’t let my resolve crumble so easily. I just couldn’t. Not anymore.

So plastering on a smile, albeit not a believable one, I reached to take the bottle. My fingers brushing over top of his knuckles as I grasped the neck of the bottle and took it from his grasp, him returning my smile with one of his own.

I turned away from his gaze before my emotions got the best of me and made a few steps towards Sarah to share the medication with her. Each of us gulping down a capsule or two.

The others were dividing the snacks among the table and everything was up for grabs really so they looked like children fighting over halloween candy. Sarah and I joining them and getting what we could.

WE REALLY DIDN’T HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY. We decided we didn’t want to spend the whole trip tiring ourselves out and one day to rest wouldn’t hurt, especially for Kie, Sarah, and myself.

We’d actually been sitting around watching some movie series for a couple hours. We were halfway into the second movie when I got up to use the bathroom, leaving Sarah, Kie, and John B in the living whilst JJ and Pope were in the kitchen making more popcorn.

Making my way down the hall and into the small bathroom, I shut the door and did my business. When I was finished, I washed my hands, noting the sweet smell of soap and made a mental note to search for the same scent when we got home.

Just as I was drying my hands, the door that I thought I locked swung open revealing a starstruck blonde man.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t know you were-”

“It’s fine.” I dismissed. “I was done anyways.” Trying to squeeze between him and the doorframe to leave, a hand planted itself upon my shoulder.

“Can we talk?” He said in a hushed whisper. The house was big but not big enough that our friends couldn’t possibly hear us from down the hall if we were loud enough. Letting out a deep sigh, I used my own hand to gently brush his off, a hurt look making home on his face. One I chose to ignore.

“Not right now.” I spoke firmly. I didn’t sense that talking to JJ was going to do any good while I was still reeling from the night before.

I was going to simply turn around and return to our friends and the bag of popcorn whose smell was now wafting through the fairly large space. That was, until I saw JJ’s face quickly contort into an expression of frustrated confusion. His thick eyebrows pinching together, lips parting in unfinished sentences, and head tilting slightly to the left as a hand reached up to mess with his hair.

He took one stride towards me in order to minimize the space between us, leaning down so he could speak lower. “I don’t- You were practically begging me to talk. Now, it’s ‘not right now’. What game are you playing at, Y/N?”

What. The. Fuck.

“I’m sorry?.” I spoke defensively, craning my neck back as my eyebrows rose in shock. Surely he wasn’t talking to me. “Do you hear yourself? I was begging you to talk and I was kicked to the curb each and every time. Now all of sudden, when it’s JJ on the other side of the fence, I’m obligated to listen?” I hissed at him, crossing my arms over my chest as my feet stood shoulder-width apart as I leaned into his gaze. I could feel my lip curl in anger as I spoke. “If anyone is playing a fucking game, it’s you.”

“Well, I’m telling you I’m listening now.” He snarked.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re willing to listen now because I’m not.”

We stared angrily at one another for what felt like hours but what, in reality, couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. Then he was scoffing and going into the bathroom, muttering something under his breath in frustration and closing the door rather loudly behind him.

The swiftness of which he shut it had a gust of wind flying towards me, my shirt and pieces of hair swishing around me for a second as I closed my eyes to calm myself. Shaking my head, I went back to the living room where all of our friends eyes were focused on the screen, unwavering.

Taking my place in between Pope and Kie, she draped the blanket we were sharing back over my legs and I thanked her as Pope held the popcorn bag in my direction so we could share. I didn’t even notice my hands were mildly shaking from the oddly aggressive and confrontational interaction I’d had with JJ until I tried to reach into the bag.

“Are you okay?” Pope questioned lowly with concern swimming in his eyes. I gave him a weak smile and nodded, taking a handful of the popped kernels and eating them from my palm. “Are you sure? You look-”

“I’m okay, Pope. Really. Thank you for asking but I’m fine.” I reassured him. Pope was always looking out for me, for everyone really, and I always held a space of appreciation for his observance and genuine concern in my heart. However, he also knew when to stop pushing.

Maybe it was my shaking hands or stone expression that gave it away but he mumbled an ‘okay’ and dropped it. I could tell he wanted to find out what was wrong but I also had the feeling he already knew.

WE HAD JUST FINISHED UP THE THIRD AND FINAL MOVIE WHEN THE YAWNS BEGAN. “I think I’m gonna call it a night, you guys.” Kie croaked, stretching her arms up and behind her head.

The rest of us mumbling tiredly in agreement. Gathering popcorn bags, candy wrappers and soda cans to throw away while passing the kitchen, we all said goodnight and went our separate ways.

Walking into the room I shared with JJ, I walked into the bathroom to freshen up and change into my sleepwear. By the time I had finished that up, JJ was already settled into the bed, scrolling on his phone.

It was clear as day to see that he was pissed, conflicted or both. But so was I. JJ was getting a taste of his own medicine and honestly? It was about time. Some part of me, regrettably, found some pride in making him feel how I had been feeling for months but never had the guts to show. But the other part of me, the part that wanted to reach out and let this whole thing go, felt like an asshole.

Then I wondered if he ever felt this kind of guilt.

So, climbing into the bed, I didn’t bother to acknowledge him as I plugged in my phone to charge and sat it face-down on the bed-side table. But this odd feeling settled in my stomach, something similar to deep-rooted guilt. So, rolling my eyes because I knew I had crumbled a bit (just a bit), I simply said ‘goodnight’. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't even make a move to face him.

But knowing JJ, I should’ve known it’d be better to not say anything at all.

“So, now you wanna talk?” It was a dig. You could hear it in his voice, the way the condescending tone dripped off of his tongue.

Chuckling darkly and pulling the covers closer to me, I spoke even though my mind was yelling ‘ignore, ignore, ignore’.

“You don’t have to be an ass.”

“Is that a yes?” A sarcastic dig. But still a dig, nonetheless.

Sighing harshly and throwing the covers back, I got up out of the bed and picked up the pillow that was on my side of the bed. I unplugged my charger from the wall and picked up my phone that was still connected to the pink cord.

“Where are you going?”

Turning towards the door and pulling it open, I put my foot outside the door. “Somewhere I can sleep in peace.” And with that, I shut the door behind me, silently praying our friends were already asleep so I could creep to the couch without question.

I’d make up an excuse in the morning but for now, I needed any reason, any reason at all, to be away from JJ.

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Have any songs that remind you of Jaime or Brienne? Or both? Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons is such a Jaime Lannister song and I encourage you to listen cause boy oh boy the lyrics.

omg yes!!

there are a few that come to mind:

J One Lion's Roar - Rome Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons The Other Side - Woodkid Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace The accidents of gesture - Rome I Want to Break Free - Queen

JB Run - Snow Patrol I Need My Girl - The National Hatef—k - The Bravery Dust To Dust - The Civil Wars Meet Me on the Battlefield Song - SVRCINA

B Devil's Backbone - The Civil Wars Stand By Me - Florence + The Machine Never Let Me Go - Florence + the Machine Dreams - The Cranberries

#turned out i need more Brie songs :')#broken crown is awesome!!#need more jb song recs🤲#anon #jb songs #asoiaf #jaime x brienne

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So I've been thinking quite a lot about a lot of things since Tae debuted since the release of slow dancing and I've decided to put my thoughts into words

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So since Tae released and debuted officially there's been a lot going on around his debut at the same time nothing at all. I'm very surprised by the company's quietness. Hybe's quietness. Geffen records quietness I haven't seen a single post from the companies with regards to the debut and the release.

It's so bad like really bad. I'm pretty sure he's rethinking his decisions maybe wishes he has taken a different route because his debut is not that much different from the rap line. It'll be by luck if he sees the bb100 top 30. I mean the schedule was fucked up. How do you release the same day as the industries plant and expect good results. Kths trydefending themselves by saying that he didn't have a Collab before his debut like the other members. That's not an excuse good enough it's not a valid excuse at all considering that fact he "the most popular idol". You should have to have excuses when it comes to delivering. I knew they wouldn't do good in streams but I thought they could do better in MV views considering the fact that when they called him the most famous idol they would bring fancam views and engagements as evidence. By the way is it only me who notices that not only army has stopped posting updates about jimin they have stopped completely engaging in his posts and brand posts.?

So with what's going on rn. Many thought that scooter probably has beef or a problem with jimin but it doesn't only seem like that but it's also crystal clear that they're indeed pushing the "Jungkook biggest pop star" agenda. It's clear now that they've invested in jk only. Which makes me raise an eyebrow with regards to the group's future

Whilst on JK. I truly don't get him now. Idk I feel like whatever ever it is that he's doing its definitely not good and it's going to backfire in the long run. First of all his behaviour during the second chapter is very mhhhh. Idk he's been serving weird vibes and I feel like this is the real him. He's done concealing and putting on a facade and his personality is pure shite. First of all he smokes that's not very surprising to me. He's always wanted to be viewed as this tough guy, nonchalant guy who got zero chill and gives zero fucks. He's drank on live showed alcohol on a live not even Jin the CEO of Jinhit does that he's always made sure not to show alcohol when he drinks on a live. He's smoking nicotine and all that shite he probably smokes a blunt too. He's got a whole sleeve of tattoos. All these things I think he's tryna appears tough and all. But he behaves like a teen going through adolescent. You're 26 grow tf up and stop lurking on the internet, tryna be a bad boy you're half way to your thirties. Behave like your age.

And a part of me thinks this may all be fabricated, with the bad boy, fuck boy image he tryna have for his debut looking at seven the lyrics and all that now seen in the streets of NY smoking clearly looking at a camera knowing his being photographed, looks staged to me. When he was in SK he clearly panicked in that live when his vape was visible, that doesn't seem nonchalant to me because of he doesn't really give a fuck he should have gave a fuck then also, because he tries hiding the vape then. He might just be seen making out with a female or in a club somewhere with strippers shaking their ass on him. Which reminds me of the wild JB during his debut years scandal after scandal. Classic.

With all that's going on rn idk if BTS is really going to come back as a group in 2025 if they come back as a group jk is going to stand out like a sore thumb because you can't try and convince me that the members are absolutely okay with this. Them getting the bare minimum and jk getting everything. There's already been a shift in the group's energy you can see who's who. That ot7 shite don't exists no more. Tell me why would scooter invest millions on a guy that'll be gone in the next 7-8 months unless he's not going to serve with the rest of the group or when BTS comes back they'll be ot7 with the maknae gone. Gone to be the biggest pop star.

If BTS comes back in 2025 it'll be very much forced. Namjoon before FACE. He looked like he was done with the group barely mentioning it he looked like he was happy being a solo because his album was doing good. The FACE was released nigga was on some "I want better numbers" blah blah. He became jealous and insecure. Then there's yoongi with his bitchy attitude towards jimin which I won't even address. Then there's Tae and Jimin whom it is very clear that they're divorced the friendship is gone they're no longer close everybody can see. Now tell me how would it look like if they bahave like besties in their comeback when we clearly know they're not that close anymore? The there's JK, I know none of the members are okay with this preferred treatment him being treated like the next MJ. So you tryna when they come back as group if they will, it'll be rainbows and sunshine's, ot7 forever? Hell no.

There's alot going on rn. Tae trying to feed his delulu shippers by name dropping jk 100 times before his debut. Jk in his emo era again can't wait for jimin's birthday I want to see something

Well well well

#jimin #bts #bangtan #jungkook #kim taehyung #namjoon #controversial

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zephrunsimperium · 10 months

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Things I Picked Up On During My 3rd Reread of Jersey Boy:

Ford actually doesn't have that much dialogue? He speaks more in chapter 13 than he does at any other point in the story.

I would be so fascinated to see someone who had never seen GF read JB. Cause the characterization is SO well done?? Especially for Stan, who is only in it as Ford's conscience and in flashbacks.

Ford's crush on Fiddleford is so fucking cute oh my god. He has it so bad. Part of me wants to compile a list of quotes about that but there's way too many. Screw it here's a handful anyway

Ford was lost for a moment, just staring at the way the sun reflected on Fidds’ flyaway blonde strands, making a golden halo around his silhouette as the banjo played like a harp. (chp 4)

He stared at Fiddleford dragging himself up the steps opposite the room to piano, watched him make a drunken stagemaster out of his anxiety-ridden frame, staggering and walking like he was pulled up by his hips rather than his legs, and Ford forces the word beautiful out of his mind before it could do any real damage (chp 6)

... McGucket walked out of the dorm building, hair pulled back (wow, it was just long enough to be pulled into a rubber band, Ford observed, and he surprised himself with how much he liked it, should he grow his hair out? Is that what hippies did? Was he a hippie?) (chp 8)

'Tato makes SUCH good use of repetition for motifs, characterization, and emphasis.

It's so brutal to me that Ford feels so wronged by life but doesn't seem to even consider - or at the VERY least WANT to consider - that Stan was/is also in pain. Almost like he's mad that Stan was "allowed" to feel hurt while Ford just had to stand there and take it. But that's not Stan's fault at all. Like Fidds says, "Look, I don’t know who the fuck you’re so angry at, but it sure as hell shouldn’t be me"

I've gone back and forth between chapters 9 and 13 as my favorites... but it's 9. It's so well written. It's so pretty. The pacing in it and chapter 10 is immaculate.

Not something I noticed, but we're singing a pretty song in choir and the lyrics remind me so much of chapter 10: If snow falls on the far field where travelers spend the night, I ask you, cranes, to warm my child in your wings.

#zeph #jersey boy #zephy the english teacher

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parkminijiminie · 11 months

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I couldn’t agree more with your last post about SNTY. Finally a freaking good song!! I hated Seven and 3D with a passion, they were so disappointing, but SNTY is everything I was waiting for (well, minus the mv, it’s nice but i’m not a big fan personally). You perfectly articulated all the thoughts dancing in my head since this morning, it’s interesting to see someone with a similar pov. The rest of the album is okay but the title track is everything.

It's interesting to me that you don't like the MV. What about it do you not like? Personally, I loved it. I really like it when there are big sets for MVs and rich visuals. I especially loved the scene with the guys fighting in front of the stage. I have to say, Hybe didn't cut any expenses when it came to JK's MVs (minus 3D, that was sort of meh).

SNTY is really a phenomenal song, even on its own. It really is just produced very well and intricately, despite it obviously being influenced by MJ. And when you add JK's stellar vocals, runs, techniques, and adlibs, and you get a complete perfection.

As for the rest of the album, I haven't really formed an opinion yet. All of the songs are nice, it shows they were done by people who knew what they were doing.

But at the same time, some of them sound a little overdone? Like, I have heard them before already from other people. "Closer" and "Please don't change" sound sort of like typical EDM songs from 2015-2017. "Yes or no" reminds me a lot of "Left and right", while "Too sad to dance" gives me major typical pop boy, JB vibes. So far, "Shot glass of tears" seems like another standout to me, after STNY, but I have only listened to each song 2-3 times, so it is a little bit early. My opinions will probably change.

Overall, I am still pleasantly surprised that there is still some sort of story in the album, even though it's a fictional one (JK said so himself). Obviously, there is not a ton of personality in the songs themselves, apart from the actual performance of them, but that is normal, considering he didn't write them. As I expected, JK wasn't very inspired to write and also didn't have much time, so he chose to spend the time he had by working on his vocal techniques. I am kind of sad that he seems to not see himself as much of a songwriter, and even though I disgaree, at the same time, I also get him. Producing a hit song (his main goal) is hard, and JK's primary job has always been to sing and not produce, and he is a phenomenal singer. Perhaps he felt the level of his music production skills were not on par with his abilities to perfomer and sing, and he didn't want to limit himself as a singer. With more time and some inspiration, I believe we will get more personal projects from JK in the future. After all, just like Jimin and hyung line produced their own albums, and JK could do it, too. But for now, let's just enjoy and support "Golden".

#jungkook #bts #jimin #jikook

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jooheonspinky · 1 year

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Kpop Dream Log 35: with Jooheon and BamBam and JB of got7

April 11, 2022, Monday

I worked somewhere where I got to see Jooheon often. I don’t know if he worked there too or if it was just a place he frequented. I had left to go to a friend’s house and part way there, my car's headlights flicker and go out. It’s night time and I freak out so instead of continuing, I head back to work. I see Jooheon and tell him what happened and he helps me get my lights working again. It takes a while, but he finally fixes my headlights and I’m on my way again.

At the friend’s house, I get something to eat and see my sister is there. Once we are done we pass through a living room where I find these weird lace undies that has a pad on it. My sister and I are grossed out and run outside to take the stairs up to the second floor which is the friend’s room. Our friend is a guy, but I can’t remember who. They have this big bed, like a California King size and they are lying on it sideways watching a game show on tv so we join him on the bed.

He asks what took so long and I tell him what happened. My sister and I start talking about Jooheon and she tells me I should say something to him and stop letting so much time pass before I lose him for real.

By then two other guy friends have shown up and they are cheesin' and making immature sounds like “ooh” and giggling because apparently, everyone knows I like Jooheon. One guy looked like JB now that I think about it and the other I do remember to be BamBam.

So BamBam says, “You have to make the first move. My boy is too shy. He’s not going to say anything.”

I get embarrassed and say I need to go shower, but then I realize I left my overnight bag at home so I have no clean underwear, jamas, or clothes for that matter. I fall back on the bed in frustration and in comes Jooheon!

I’m mortified!

The room grows quiet except for the random snickering from the guys. My sister pretends she had to go do something downstairs and leaves hoping the guys will take the hint.

They don’t 😒

BamBam gives me the look like “say something” so (I’m back to lying on my side on the bed) I look up at Jooheon and outstretch my hand. He reaches down and I wrap my hand around his index and middle fingers. I’m looking up at him and he is just so freaking gorgeous my words get stuck in my throat. He’s got a white t-shirt on and his hair is a light orange color parted off-center.

Finally I speak.

As I playfully swing our hands gently side to side, I say “Thank you for helping me today, Jooheony.” I can hear the guys snickering, but try and ignore them. Jooheon gives me a small shy smile and his dimples show up. “I was scared driving in the dark with no lights, so I’m grateful you were still there to help me.”

“It's not a problem,” he says to me. “I don’t mind helping you, Ingrid.”

JB points out, “Didn’t you help her with her lights recently?” We both look over at him. “At this point, I feel like you only pretended to fix it the first time, just so you can help her again.”

Jooheon blushes and tsk, “Yah, aish. It’s not like that.”

I stand up so I can be closer to him and hopefully talk to him without the others hearing.

“Jooheon, I wanted to tell you something.” I’m sure I look like I’m about to be sick because he straightens and looks at me with concern. Drawing up my last bit of courage I confess, “I like you…a lot and is why I go to you. Because I trust you and you are kind and always willing to help and that all draws me to you.”

I can’t remember what he says, but he’s shocked at first and then he gets shy to the point that when he starts talking it’s in a little bit of a baby/aegyo voice. I think real life me was too focused on the sound of his voice that I completely missed what his response was. Whatever it was was positive because my heart was racing and I was smiling and then the guys started teasing us.

We hug and BamBam is like, “We have to try this game.”

So, I’ve never seen this game before in real life, but it reminded me a little of the one that throws whip cream in your face except this one shot milk threw a tube in the middle if you got an answer wrong.

BamBam poses a question to me before I can say yes or no whether I want to play. Did I mention I was also wearing a white shirt? A v-neck at that, so I had a very small bit of cleavage showing. Anyway, whatever he asked I got it wrong and I scream when the cold ass milk squirts out and completely soaks my chest and top part of my shirt.

Suddenly, I’m see through and BamBam is just hysterical laughing and JB is giggling. At some point my friend had stepped out and then Jooheon is just wide eyed, trying so hard not to look at my boobs.

Jooheon takes my hand and tells me, “Come on. I’ll get you some of my clothes to change into.”

I remember being worried I wouldn’t fit in them and him assuring me I would. I remember looking back over my shoulder as Jooheon tugged me along to see BamBam wink and smirk at me as if his plan to get us together had worked and then I woke up.

Moodboard credits

Jooheon

BamBam

Dream Log Masterlist

#Monsta X dream #got7 Dream #Lee Jooheon #Jooheon #joohoney #Jooheony #BamBam #JB #JayB #lim jaebeom

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