#creepy space kook

[chronivore]

Space Creep

#Space Creep #creepy space kook #space kook #sci fi art #ai art

[scoobydoomistakes]

What's your favorite ghost? Mines the spooky space kook... it has been since i was at least 10 yrs old. Anyone who sees this may comment their favorite ghost.

SPACE KOOK HYPE IN THE HOUSE

Zero question about it. Absolutely adored/was terrified of him as a kid.

Fantastic atmosphere to the location. Great character design. Left totally open-ended as to who or what it's supposed to be, or why it would be coming to earth.

'Nothing is scarier' is right. Imagining it all for yourself is endlessly creepy, and I couldn't get enough.

–Colin

#we of the space kook crew gotta stick together #and campaign for a whole dang movie about this guy #just uh y'know #*not* as a bad guy in a suit this time

[boysssofthemonth]

To see you again | Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Alluding to hard substances slightly Words: 2.7k AN: If you guys enjoy this, let me know if you want a second part

Life had a funny way of reminding you of your place in the world, in society. A simple look into your fridge, your closet, your circle of friends and even merely the side of the island you lived on.

Granted, you felt rich in other ways that didn't incorporate the monetary value of your house. Rather than what filled the empty spaces within your tiny house, who occupied the area was much more important. In your opinion, anyway.

A small family like yours was sufficient enough. A loving mother, a hard-working father, and your high-spirited younger sister was all you ever needed in life.

But you couldn't help but feel despondent. Nothing of which could be a product of your parent's efforts of raising your family on the cut. Your parents were diligent and worked hard for the things they had, and you remained forever grateful for the life they provided you.

But life on the cut was never easy, your family worked harder just to earn barely a quarter of the earnings that a kook family made in a day. It was impossible to believe that such wealth could be acquired by people living within the same island as you. Yet it was hard to ignore, as constant reminders of your differences engulfed you.

Women carrying small designer bags that could feed your family a months worth of meals. Men and their incredibly lavish and costly hobbies that could put both you and your sister into college. Teenagers at your school discussing vacation plans with each other that only you could dream of.

Life was never equal, and at times you wondered if this had something to do with people's past lives. The type of person you were in your past life determined your social class. This only continued to fuel your jealousy. Pondering on the unfairness of it all.

Your parents were kind-hearted people, and upon entering their home, a warmth would instantly envelope you. An instant blanket of safety. That's often how you felt when you were at home, and you were sure your parent's friends who'd make frequent visits felt the same. They deserved better than the cards they were dealt with.

"Woah," you heard a low voice say. You begin to panic, the hairs on your neck straighten. A heavy pair of shoes shuffled through the dusty concrete flooring, and you could feel your heart beat against your chest.

Nobody in their right mind would ever step foot in this abandoned building, let alone be anywhere near this part of town. After failed attempts at creating civilisation in this area, many protesters objected against the establishment of new entertainment venues and houses. The government and those wealthy businessmen gave up on their plans and built elsewhere. What remained was half built establishments surrounded by beautiful greenery that the community fought hard to protect. If anything, the construction were really just slabs of concrete put together to create a box with enough structure that you felt secure enough to claim it as your undisclosed hideout.

But now, somebody else had intruded in on your personal space.

"Fuck, this place is creepy," the deep voice echoed through the walls, only a man could have such a masculine tone. A chill ran down your spine, you wouldn't classify yourself as a weak person, but against a man. Protecting yourself may take more effort.

You pressed yourself against the icy concrete wall and held your breath. You fixed your gaze across the room towards the stairs, your only escape route, but also the direction of where the man was heading up. You looked back at the square hole beside you, what was meant to be a window, became your lookout point. Where you'd sit and dwell on your shortcomings.

You contemplated jumping down, but thought against it having observed just how far down the ground would be. If you were lucky you'd sprain your ankle, but if anything, a trip to the hospital would be the more likely outcome.

"Shit," the man grumbled as you heard a thump, returning your gaze back to the stairs. You could only hear one pair of shoes, which gave you some sort of relief, but not enough. You could still feel the beating of your heart, hammering against your chest. Your mind running through all the possible outcomes of who may be the mystery man, and what he could possibly be doing here.

Then you caught a glimpse of light hair, but it was hard to tell. The reflection of the moon casting through the open window was not enough to illuminate your surroundings. You were thankful that his back was towards you, giving you time to arrange your escape route. Although nothing sprung to mind, but a million other possibilities of the worst case scenarios replayed in your head. Your fight or flight response really failing you at a time like this one.

After a few unstable steps, more of the mysterious man's figure was revealed. In addition to the grey polo and light coloured khaki shorts that the man wore, the polo laid over muscular shoulders. The movement of his back muscles highlighted by the moons reflection.

It was evident that if you had made an effort to defend yourself against him, there would really only be one possible aftermath. It definitely was not looking to be in your favour.

You slid over to your right, utilising the shadow to shield your body from his view once he eventually decided to look in your direction.

Your palms begun to sweat and you sensed an unsettling feeling break out all over your bones. Deep inside your nerves, the chills running through your body, beginning in your chest, and circling throughout your legs and your head. Your legs felt fragile, almost as if you had just performed a wall sit for an hour and now your legs were barely functioning.

A ringing broke out, bouncing off the walls and the man whipped his head towards your direction. You were grateful of the shadow that guarded you from his view, but the light illuminating from your cellular device disclosed your hide out. You internally cuss out whoever made phones, for ever inventing such dreadful devices that could ultimately be the cause of your death. You switched off your phone.

"Who's that?" The man's voice echoed throughout the room as he took careful yet clumsy steps towards you. His face had become much clearer as he drew nearer to the window and you could finally connect the voice to the face. It was Rafe Cameron. Which accomplished nothing in reducing the rate at which your heart beat.

"I'm not stupid, I know you're there," despite the deepness and intensity of his voice, you could discern a touch of lightness, almost a cheerful note in the way he spoke. Quite unlike the usual Rafe that paraded the town with his head held high, like nothing could ever touch him.

It clicked in your head that Rafe may not be all that sober. Unmistakably, it was ten o'clock on a Friday night and the majority of Kildare's youth liked to spend this time intoxicated at the beach.

"Are we playing hide and seek?" Rafe chuckled, he was now five metres away. "Don't jump at me, yeah? Just come out and show your face man."

Undeniably, the shadow hid you so well that Rafe was unable to distinguish your gender. But as quick as a wink, a large rough hand wrapped itself around your elbow. You felt yourself being dragged away from the comfort of the shadow.

"Woah," Rafe voiced, low and gravely, "you're not a dude."

You recognised the look of surprise on his features. It was your first time being up close to Rafe, and you yourself were startled at the beauty of it.

Speaking in terms of structure, skin texture and overall fit of his features. This man was attractive both from a distance and up close.

But it didn't change the fact that he had just pulled you rather roughly by the arm.

"What's your name?" he questioned, an observant and curious expression passed his features. You registered your silence, realising that you had not spoken a word in the past 2 hours in this place. You struggled to find your voice.

Undoubtedly, Rafe was a good looking person. But it was also a universal truth that he was quite the malicious person. Overhearing stories of him harassing pogues. Or anyone for that matter, as long as he deemed them to be less than him. Your panic was not vanishing any time soon.

"You a mute?"

You shook your head.

"Okay," he dragged out the word, which was intended to demonstrate the awkwardness of your silence, but coming from Rafe it did the opposite. Rafe was the type of person to, at all times, channel confidence - radiating an aura of sureness and might - and as mentioned earlier, like nothing could ever touch him.

"What are you doing in this creepy ass building anyway? You summoning rituals or something?" He joked, glancing around your surroundings. You'd always found the place rather comforting, but in the presence of a stranger, you begun to notice just how creepy it looked, especially at this time of the night.

"Do I look like a witch to you?" You finally found your voice, buried deep down in your nervousness - it came out rather croaky.

Rafe looked down at you, the height difference becoming more obvious now that he had noticed. "So she speaks," he mocked, "and I don't know. You're a girl, aren't all girls into that stars, and witchery stuff?"

"Horoscopes?" you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, the witchery stuff."

"No, I'm not a witch, although I would never mock a woman for believing in what she believes in," you watched Rafe smirk at your response, as he stepped away from you and headed to the window on your left. He leaned his hands against the dusty window seal and angled his head out, seemingly taking in the night air.

With his eyes closed, you admired his beauty shamelessly. It was no surprise that Rafe was a good looking man, but to see him up close and to have the chance to observe him at such a peaceful atmosphere - it was an entirely separate kind of attraction. The night light highlighted his facial features at just the right angles, casting shadows over his profile and creating strong contrasts. You were embarrassed to find yourself unable to look away - that is until he snapped out of the trance and turned his head back to look at you.

"So you're one of those feminists then?" he quizzed with a slight up turn of his lips.

"Elaborate on those feminists"

"You know," Rafe rotated his body so that he was facing you and rested himself against the ledge and propped his head to the side against the window, "the hate all men type of feminist."

"If that's your interpretation of a feminist then I suggest you do some more reading on it. I don't hate all men, I quite like my dad actually, but a lot of men are the root of many world problems."

Rafe looked amused, causing you to recoil and internally slap yourself for speaking too much about something he probably didn't care about. But he did ask, so technically, that was on him - you thought.

"You know, I'm six beers down, and fuck knows how many shots of tequila, so I really don't know what you're saying," and probably on other substances you thought to yourself.

"I figured," you placed your hands into the pockets of your jacket as they begun to feel numb from the coldness of the air, "what are you doing here?"

"Playing hide and seek, but I think my hiding spot is a little too good," Rafe chuckled, taking a quick scan at the surroundings behind him before he rested his eyes back to you. Almost as if he had been scanning your entire body, you could feel the intensity of his eyes.

His words had you smile, "yeah, nobody's going to find you here, I'm surprised you even made it out here actually."

"Well, what are you doing here, if you're not a witch?" he questioned once again.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I come here often, it's quite relaxing."

"This place looks like something off a horror movie, it's literally an abandoned building, the opposite of what I would call relaxing."

"Well, it was relaxing until you got here."

Rafe raised an eyebrow in amusement, "oh so am I interrupting your little solo date or something? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be at the boneyard like everybody else?"

You weren't lonely, you knew that, you were always surrounded by somebody if you really felt it necessary. But the notion of sweaty, drunk teenagers at the beach and waking up with sand and god knows what all over your body was not your idea of a fun night.

In fact, you had never been to a gathering at the boneyard, several of your friends who had joined in on occasion had no real good memory to share to the group - logically, it never appealed to your liking.

"Believe it or not, not all teenagers go to those things,"

"So, you're telling me, instead of being with people, you prefer being alone in this creepy building?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"I mean, it's not really helping your case, you sound more like a witch the more I get to know you."

You smiled in amusement. Rafe could not help but feel captivated by the gentleness of it. He could feel a sense of calmness enter his body, declaring to himself that alcohol had a likely part in the way he had been feeling. But your smile felt genuine, the first genuine one he had seen in a while - with his life filled to the brim with artificiality this was refreshing.

"Trust me, I'm not a witch. Anyways, I'm gonna head out, it's pretty late," you checked the time on your phone and noticed the caller from earlier had been just an alarm to remind you to go home. There had been instances in which time flew by while you kept yourself preoccupied in this building - drawing, reading, thinking - anything that kept your mind busy. Therefore, alarms became necessary.

"What's your name?" Rafe rushed out.

"[Fake/Name,]" you lied. Not entirely sure as to why you felt the urge to think of the first name in your head, but you knew that this would ultimately be your first and only interaction with Rafe, and he would either forget this had happened or you would never cross paths.

Rafe watched you walk away - despite the physicality of walking away, you never truly left him. On a random Tuesday afternoon, the smile you wore entered into his brain. At night, just as he's about to sleep, a replay of the events would play in his mind. In the mornings, at the breakfast bar with his siblings and the conversation of their horoscopes would transpire, his thoughts filled with your face.

He was fascinated by you, Rafe thought how weird it was for a girl to like being alone - particularly in such a creepy building. But despite your short conversation, he envied your authenticity, the way in which you were unapologetically you.

He wanted to see you again, to open up some more doors in the life of this strange girl. He wanted to really get to know you.

And the only way was to go back to the abandoned building - because two weeks go by and not once had he been able to cross your path even when he tried to look. A part of Rafe believed that he might have been going mad. Conjuring up a fake scenario in his head that never truly happened, most likely the consequences of the hard substances he'd incorporated in his life. But deep down, he felt it. The realness of it all. You had to be out there somewhere.

He wished for it.

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks x reader #outerbanks #drew starkey x reader

[citrustan]

lovefool [drabble 4] (jjk)

Pairing: jeon jungkook × Reader

Genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut

Summary: where you and jungkook first met. ft. yuna.

Word count: 800-ish

Note: hi! this drabble is part of the lovefool au (links are on my masterlist) :) this particular drabble shows oc and jk''s first meeting.

Jungkook and Yuna are on their weekly grocery shopping round when you and Jungkook run into each other for the first time.

He always saw you around, sometimes talking to Yuna but never approached you thinking he'd scare you away.

Yuna didn't really express any interest in you out loud or introduce you to him either and he almost gave up, but now, to him, this is a sign.

You're right in front of him and you look so eager to talk to him.

Your eyes don't leave his face, only looking away when he unexpectantly winks.

As creepy as it sounds, it was like gazing at a smog-free sky full of stars after living in a polluted city all your life, so breath taken you just can't look away. Ironically, you’re terrified of wide, empty spaces.

Both of you then look to Yuna, expecting her to be the wing(wo)man.

She awkwardly smiles at you, "_____, this is Jungkook. Kook, _____. I met her at-" - "I know- I mean- the restaurant? I recognize your hair and the backpack. I really like your keychain, _____." Jungkook smirked.

Your cheeks turn red.

Was he making fun of you?

The keychain in reference is an old, Tweety bird toy you received on a friend's birthday.

You didn't understand whether he really meant it or if he was teasing you, awkwardly laughing it off anyway, not being a very outspoken or confrontational person.

You don't know how to respond to him and it's getting painfully awkward. “Right.” You nod once.

So, you give Yuna the 'help me out here' eyes.

Immediately catching your expression, she attempts to drag Jungkook away by his arm, "Aren't you supposed to close the shop today? It's well past ten and we're not half done with our list and," she points towards you with her chin, "I'm sure _____ has to get back home before it's too late too." Yuna, not in the mood to help Jungkook get his dick wet today, tried to cut the conversation short.

She knew he was clearly interested in you, otherwise he wouldn’t give anyone a second of his time.

That wasn't what you wanted exactly but it works.

Although, this certainly confirms your suspicion about them and where their relationship stood. (Yes, you’re nosy.) They’re possibly more than just friends but probably not an official couple? Yuna would’ve introduced him as her boyfriend if that were the case.

You register your lack of response and try to come up with an excuse to leave when Jungkook unexpectedly asks you to tag along with them. "We're actually going to watch the musical fountain and get boba after, we could use a new friend?” He looks at Yuna and then back at you.

A quick glance at Yuna was enough for you to kindly decline his offer.

Her lips were pouty and her grip on Jungkook’s arm tightened. 

“Maybe another time? I’m kind of in a hurry, my roommate really needs these---” you gesture to your cart, “Clothing hangers… and bread! Omelette runs cold faster than you'd think.” You awkwardly laugh.

You lamely stare at the pair. Jungkook knows you're trying to run away but be has other plans for you.

Jungkook smiles widely, “Do you want to exchange numbers? There’s a new boba store by the piers that we wanted to go to as well. Maybe we could go someday?”

Your mouth forms a little ‘o’.

“I’d like that.” You nod.

Jungkook steps closer to you with his phone in his hand.

Jungkook’s close proximity to you pushed your mind to wander in places you deem inappropriate considering this was your very first meeting.

To him, your body wash smelt so heavenly Jungkook wanted to bury his nose in your neck. He was a sucker for sweet scents.

When you gave him your phone, he smirked at the Looney Tunes chain accessory and stickers (another gift from an old friend). “Cute.”

It’s almost embarrassing how fast Jungkook made you blush. You experienced a very new emotion at that time. 

You blink rapidly trying to regulate your emotions, which doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

God, you're cute.

“I texted myself.” Jungkook handed you your phone back.

“I’ll see you soon?” He asks, hopeful. With a nod, you confirm.

Yuna stared you down from behind Jungkook and to her luck, neither you or Jungkook noticed.

You stepped back and waved at Yuna and Jungkook with a demure smile.

Although you were met with a poker faced Yuna, you didn’t dwell on it long enough for it to make you worry.

She smiled at Jungkook when he turned back to her once you left.

“I thought you wanted to go to the new place today?” She played with the hem of Jungkook’s sleeve.

Jungkook almost instantly smoothened his coat out, “We can still go today! I just couldn’t think of another thing to say to _____.”

“Oh.” Yuna hummed.

Jungkook pushed their cart towards the pasta aisle, “What? Are you jealous? Don’t want to share me?” He teased her with a raised brow.

Yuna paused for a second before playfully punching his arm.

She was indeed jealous.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook au #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x oc #fic: lovefool #jungkook fluff

[cryptidjeepers]

Phantom Virus VS Spooky Space Kook

#sd monster bracket

[silentsundown]

Getting closer to the crash site, Aiganym looked around. What a strange place Strangerville was indeed. The plane had fairy lights attached to it, as if someone was actually living inside the carcass. Not far away, Aiganym noticed an air vent coming from the ground. That's weird, she thought. Shouldn't it be on the plane rather than on the ground?

There was a door on the tail of the plane. Probably the former toilet door. She had no real knowledge about aircraft and couldn't say if it was a passenger or a cargo plane, but yeah, this was likely the toilet or at least the cargo hold. Someone really hated aliens and wanted them away from their home.

Aiganym decided to take a chance and knock. After all, if there was anyone in there, perhaps they were like Erwin: a bit crazy, but not dangerous. Even though the scene was peculiar, she didn't feel any ominous vibes from it. Whoever was living in there was probably just practically-minded. A plane carcass is big enough to live in for sure. Even just the tail.

Soon, much to her surprise, the door opened. An old man dressed like an aviator, stood there.

"Oh, hello. Am I bothering you?" Aiganym asked. "It's an interesting idea to live in a plane."

The man looked at her and slightly squinted, as if thinking.

"I don't recall your face, young lady. Just arrived?"

"Yes."

"I know pretty much everyone here. I observe a lot. I don't like mingling with them, this town is full of loonies and questionable people. In the last weeks, things have been getting worse."

Despite looking a bit gruff, he didn't give off any bad or creepy vibes. Although it was a bit risky to get into a random old man's bunker, she was curious to see what's inside. He seemed to pick up on it and said:

"Come in. No doors locked, you can go out whenever you want. I'll tell you more. This town has some really shady stuff going on."

Carefully, Aiganym stepped inside. Even if she did pay attention to whether he'd actually follow through with his words, the man indeed didn't lock the door behind himself. She breathed a sigh of relief.

While they were climbing down the stairs, the man continued:

"You see, I'm a pilot. Or rather, I used to be. Commander George Cahill. The plane you see, it's my Penelope. That was the name of my wife, but alas, she passed way too young. After I retired, I just took pleasure in flying her, until she was struck by lightning here and crashed one night. I survived, but she did not. That was about sixteen years ago. I made a bunker out of her remains and have been living in there since."

"My wife likes planes as well, although I don't think she'd live in one..."

"Pilot?"

"Not really. She's in the military, but in her teenage years, she was part of a flying club."

"Oh, she's going to get exposed to some nasty stuff here. The base is right next to the crater. You've heard of the lab there, right? From that kook Pries? He's a weird kid, but he does have a point. There is a lab in there for real, and shady stuff goes on there."

"So it's actually a real thing..."

"Yes. It's all the work of that asshole Roswell. Our mayor. This guy stinks of cigarettes, probably beats his wife, and is a massive dickhead otherwise. He thinks we can make Strangerville into a technologically advanced place. Not possible."

The bunker's corridor was decorated with odd posters like those one would find at Erwin's shop. The old aviator led Aiganym to what appeared to be a living room.

It looked like one of these preppers' hideout: survival supplies, even a gas mask, a simply but efficiently furnished space, everying to prepare for apocalypse. If a bomb went off, Mr Cahill would probably be the sole survivor.

They sat on the bad, which made up for a sofa. He continued:

"A few weeks ago, I woke up to a loud bang. Everyone wondered what it was. We then heard of an incident at the lab and it was abandoned, but nothing else. We know absolutely nothing about what's gone on there, but I've got an idea. It's precisely then that those weird plants started growing, and that some people started behaving weirdly, including the other fuckhead, the man himself. Coincidence, obviously not. Whoever tells you it's a coincidence is probably involved in that whole fuckery."

"It's good that you tell me that, because my neighbour, who arrived at the same time as us, was worried about his daughter accidentally getting poisoned with them. I started researching them, but neither on the Internet nor at the library I found information... and every scientist I've asked about rejected me rudely."

"Yeah, young lady, don't bother with them. Don't bother with the military either. They're basically their goons at this point."

"Well, as I told you, my wife is in the army and the neighbour's wife is, as well..."

"Eh, if their rank is low enough, they won't have much information anyway. It's the officers who have it."

"What do you think is the connection between the plants and the people behaving weirdly? Do they get poisoned or something?"

"Possibly, but it feels more like a sort of possession. I've bumped into a few of these people and they all talk nonsense about their mother, or beauty, or joining them in the crater. They also stare into space or talk to the bulbs. Insanity. Whatever it is that has fucked with their heads, I think it'd be safe to leave the plants alone. The kid should stay away from them. I've never see a kid in this state, but better safe than sorry, y'know. Personally, I'm not touching that stuff with a ten foot pole."

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#ts4 #strangerville storyline #ts4 strangerville #strangerville #ts4 storytelling #ts4 story #aiganym kudaibergenova #george cahill #ts4 simblr #simblr

[jojo0039]

*Treasure and Secrets* Prayers Part 2

They make it off the ferry and start driving in the direction that the GPS tells them to drive.

"I've read this thing like a thousand times. It makes no sense." Kie tells them.

"Yea I did some research on this family, the Limbreys own like half of Charleston. Even if they have kept tabs on me and my mom my whole life, what do the kook kings of Charleston know about a murder clear on Kildare Island?" Jo questions.

"Right. Like I get sending you a letter and wanting to reach out, but why also Pope specifically? That's the other creepy thing." JJ comments.

"Yea them saying for you two to come alone. That's hella sus." Kie states.

"I was thinking the same thing." Pope tells them.

The engine makes a funny noise and smoke starts rolling out from the hood.

"Oh come on!" Pope exclaims.

"Pull over!"

"That is a lot of smoke even for your dad's truck." Jo comments.

Smoke starts rolling into the truck making everyone cough.

"Pope! I got sensitive lungs man!" JJ coughs

. Pope quickly pulls the truck over.

"It's gonna blow up!" Kie exclaims as she quickly gets out of the back seat.

"It's not gonna blow up Kie." JJ tells her as he pops the hood.

"It might be the radiator." JJ tells them.

"Dude you knocked the entire hubcap off!" Jo points to the hubcap that's laying in the middle of the road.

"You guys might wanna reschedule your meeting tonight." JJ tells them.

"Plan B, we can use public transportation, or hitchhike. We could rent bikes." Kie tries to come up with other options.

"We're gonna have to find a shop, if JJ can't fix this. We're just gonna have to make it to tomorrow." Jo states.

"How are we even gonna pay for it?" JJ asks from his spot under the hood.

"I have my dad's credit card, plus I still have all that cash that I took. I have it covered." Jo tells them.

"My dad is gonna kill me." Pope complains.

"Yea, yea he just might." JJ tells him.

"I can't fix this. We need the nearest auto shop." JJ tells them.

Jo looks up from her phone.

"Already on it. I got AAA on their way with someone to tow the truck." she informs them.

"See look at that already got us covered." JJ jokes.

                                     **************************

Buzz pulls up to the dock to see the police surrounding a boat and Ward and Rafe sitting off to the side.

"I can't believe it. It's all there." Ward states.

"Good. I just got done speaking with the captain. He said that we can go in a few minutes. They just have to finish with the paperwork." Buzz informs them.

He notices that Rafe is just staring into space and not really paying attention.

"I'll fly it out in the morning. But in the meantime, it'll be in good hands with the police department." Ward states.

Both men notice that Rafe is not acting right.

"What's wrong with him?" Buzz asks nodding in Rafe's direction.

"He's upset that he shot Sarah." Ward tells Buzz.

"Well, we can't afford for him to lose it right now." Buzz hisses at Ward.

"They said they checked the hospitals and the morgue. So that's a good sign. That means she's okay." Ward speaks encouragingly.

Buzz keeps a glance at Rafe and knows something isn't right.

Rafe finally stands up and faces his dad.

"What if I'm not okay?" Rafe finally speaks.

Both Ward and Buzz look at him.

"What?" Ward asks.

"I'm not okay." Rafe tells him.

"What do you mean? Of course you are buddy." Ward tries to assure him.

Rafe shakes his head.

"No Dad, I'm not okay." Rafe continues to tell them.

"Listen, we'll go back and get a good night's sleep. We'll get a steak or something. You'll feel completely different in the morning. I know you will." Ward brushes him off.

Rafe puts his hands over his face in distress.

"I thought I was okay, but I'm not." Rafe starts to get loud.

"Get control of yourself Rafe." Ward warns him.

"We're drawing attention to ourselves. Get your son under control." Buzz tells Ward.

Rafe pulls away from Ward.

"I- I just keep I keep having these, um thoughts in my head and I don't I don't know if I can control them.  And I'm just afraid of what's gonna happen. I dont know how much more of this shit I can take." Rafe confesses to his dad.

Buzz watches the exchange and doesn't like how his oldest friend handles it.

"We'll talk about it okay." Ward tries.

"I'm just afraid-"

"We'll go back to the house and we'll talk about it."

Rafe shakes his head.

"You're not getting it! I need help right now, not her me. You're not listening to me. I'm having a real hard time right now!" Rafe starts to raise his voice.

Ward grabs Rafe by the back of the neck and pulls him closer.

"I need you to man up right now."

Buzz shakes his head as Ward walks off to talk to the police.

Rafe just stares with a blank expression.

"Go home Rafe. Your dad and I are gonna finish up here. Go get some sleep." Buzz tells him.

Rafe nods his head.

Buzz watches him pull his phone out of his pocket and dial a number.

Rafe walks off in the distance and Buzz can barely hear him speak on the phone.

"Hi, I really needed to hear your voice right now."

Buzz turns and glances back at Ward who is walking back towards him.

"So they're gonna let us grab the gold in the morning. Where did Rafe go?" Ward asks looking around.

"I sent him back to the house. He didn't need to be around this right now." Buzz tells him.

"That's good. Yea he's just a little shaken up right now." Ward tries to excuse.

Buzz scoffs.

"He's more than a little shaken up Ward! Your kid is clearly not alright and you just brushed it aside!" Buzz lectures.

"No offense, but how I choose to handle my son is none of your business." Ward argues.

"It is my business, when your son's attention is on my daughter. He is clearly unstable and he just pretty much begged for help just now. Either you get it figured out, or he is to stay away from my daughter. I mean it Ward. This shit ends now."

Buzz threatens before he turns to walk away from Ward.

                                             ******************************

Jo stands beside Pope as the mechanic explains everything that needs to be done to the truck to get it running.

"Three seventy!?" Pope exclaims as the guy shows them the invoice.

"It's fine I have it covered." Jo says as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a stack of bills.

She throws down four one hundred dollar bills.

"We're gonna need that expressed like pronto. I can throw in another hundred if you can get it done by morning." Jo tells the man.

"I can make that happen." he promises.

He throws down a set of keys.

"I have a spare truck. You kids can crash in the bed of it for the night." he tells them.

Jo grabs the keys.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Jo says as she walks out the door.

She walks over to JJ and Kie.

"Alright, so he should have the truck done by morning." Jo tells them.

"So what are we supposed to do for the night?" Kie asks.

Jo holds up the keys.

"We crash in the bed for the night." She tells them.

They make their way over to the truck.

"There should be room for all of us to sleep in the back." JJ says as he climbs into the bed.

He holds out his hand and pulls Jo up.

He lays down pillows and blankets and Jo lays down beside JJ.

She feels his arm around her waist.

She tries to fall asleep, but her phone keeps vibrating in her pocket.

She looks at the caller ID and pulls away from JJ slowly.

She slowly jumps over the side and walks across the parking lot.

"Hello?" she answers the phone.

"Hi." Rafe speaks into the phone.

She hears in the tone of his voice that he is not okay.

" "Why are you calling me?" she asks.

"I really needed to hear your voice right now." he confesses to her.

"What happened?" she asks him softly.

She hears him trying to control his breathing.

"I am so scared. I uh I hear these voices in my head that wont stop- An-And my dad just brushes it aside like it's no big deal." Rafe fight back tears.

"I wish I could help you Rafe. But I don't know how." she confesses to him.

"Just the sound of your voice helps. You were always the only one that understood me and helped me. Because I know I'm not okay. And I want you to help me." he finally confesses.

"Okay. I told you I would help you and I meant it. When I get back, I'll help you look for the most qualified therapist there is. Nobody else has to know, I promise." she whispers to him.

"Okay. I trust you." he replies.

"It's not a problem. I just want you to get the help you need."

She looks back over to the truck and sees JJ sitting up looking for her.

"I have to go. We'll talk when I get home." she tells him.

"Okay. I love you." he responds.

Her breath hitches at the choice of words.

"Good night Rafe." She quickly hangs up the phone.

"Who was that?" JJ asks as she climbs back into the truck.

"My dad. He found out I left." She tells him not looking in his eyes.

"Is everything okay?" JJ asks.

"Yea everything is fine." she answers him.

"It's just that things have been weird between us. Did I do something?" he asks.

Jo quickly cups his face in her hands.

"No, you have been great and understanding. I wouldn't have been able to get through these last few weeks without you. I've just been in my head."

She leans forward and slides her lips against his.

"Let's get some sleep okay?" He nods his head and they lay down.

It takes Jo about a half hour to fall asleep.

But she snuggles further in JJ's arms because he always makes her feel special.

She knows that she should tell JJ about her conversations with Rafe, but she knows how he will react and she doesn't wanna deal with that.

Hopefully, they can find some answers tomorrow.

#outer banks #treasure and secrets #joanna mills #jj maybank #rafe cameron #pope heyward #kiara carrera #pogues for life #friendship #p4l

[joonsgardenia]

Hello!! Idk if you’re still wanting input on if the maknae’s should know miss reader, but what about one of them following her on social media?? Like if she’s a small business owner, artist, or even a streamer or something? Like they aren’t,,, stalking her accounts or anything,,, but if they have notifications on for every time she posts that’s their business 👀😔

Idk it always makes me super soft when the fangirling (or fanboying in this case) is on the other party lol 👀🫠

ahhh my very first ask :b

but, yes i’m welcoming all input and i love that idea sm! and if i am being honest i was thinking that maybe jungkook be the one to know her, because like i said in the summary mc is going to be moving back to korea-as she lived there for some time as a teenager (i would love to do a mc background or get to know mc post if you guys are interested). mc and jungkook most likely met in school were they grew close and became best friends, but when mc moved back to the states they lost contact.

and this is when your idea comes and like kook like stalks her post for a while (definitely has notifications on and likes her post under a secret acc), it’s not in a creepy way per-say just in a “i miss you and i want to see what you’re up to” kind of way. as far as mc’s content that she post she’s kind of an “influencer” not really tho bc she doesn’t have that many followers like a steady 5k followers i would say. she post food content a lot like how her new sour dough bread recipe turned out or her infamous butternut squash soup recipe, she also post her outfits quite a bit bc babe loves to get dolled up and look cute, post her cat kirby (he has his very own highlight reel), just overall a very cute safe space for mc to just post her interest and what she’s been up to :)

i know this is getting long, but i can’t help but feel like once kook meets the boys he kind of forgets about her? like life has been so hectic and just so go-go-go that it slips his mind to check up on his once best friend who he adored a little too much. however, maybe one night he’s in the office stressed out over god knows what CEO shit and see’s a notification pop up saying mc is going live. so, he joins remembering that when he was stressed during finals in high school he would call her just to hear her soothing voice, and just as he’s relaxing he nearly falls out his seat to hear she’s moving back out to korea to help her grandmother with her cafe. he would be so excited to see her again that he just goes on a stalking rampage to see what she’s been up to, and is not happy to see exactly who’s she’s been up to it with.

( i’m so sorry if this is all over the place it’s late and my brain is half functioning 😭 and i’m so with you on the “being soft for fangirling” like first kook is going to be so whipped for mc and literally saying “fuck me being a secret stalking, imma just full on like and comment on my main acc”. and when the other boys come around to mc it’s going to be 6x fanboying over her. but, again there’s going to be a roadblock 😪 it’s slowburn for a reason. )

#✿kat’s : post #✿endless #joonsgardenia #first ask!!!!!! #i left it on a cliffhanger 😭 #thoughts are being thunk #i’m so excited for you guys to see this series #kook and mc’s dynamic is gonna be >>>> #bts #bts x reader #bts x black reader #bts x chubby reader

[cocoabubbelle]

Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 15: Spooky Space Kook

That was an uncomfortably long pause between the opening credits and the episode’s title card.

From the get go, this episode is going to get on my sensory nerves if that noise will be a reoccurring element for the criminal.

The ever changing interiors of the Mystery Van gives credence to my (on the spot) theory that the Van in question used to be a futuristic/space vehicle (almost like the Tardis!) that crashed onto earth in Coolsville and disguised itself as a car that the Scooby Gang found and just stuck by ever since, adjusting its insides to fit whatever needs they have at the given moment.

Creepy Farmer with a shotgun! Approach with caution, gang.

Farmer either is an innocent man who’s sick of reporters bugging him about the “haunted” space craft (because apparently it’s not interesting enough just being extraterrestrial) and who happens to look mean, or he’s the culprit.

Everyone else: *staring at and concerned about glowing footprints that disappeared.* Random hen: *just vibing and trying to eat the worm nearby, then mistakes Scooby’s tail as a gigantic worm and makes him panic*

“Oh you big chicken, it was only a chicken!”

Farmer gave them gas. Hope he’s not the culprit.

Gahhh, here comes that annoying sound.

“What’s that funny noise?” Torture for my ears.

Scooby keeps swiping more than his fair portion of Shaggy’s snacks, which wide up catching the attention of the Space Ghost.

These are still the early days where the masked criminals aren’t fooled by silly disguises.

Daphne’s care for her appearance leads to another clue that the abandoned airfield.

Freddy becomes the dude in distress before Daphne becomes the damsel in distress for this episode.

Instead of answering Daphne’s question of what the button/lever in charge of the hoist suspending him would look like so they could get him down, Fred ignores her and tells Velma that she surely can figure it out. Velma points out that just because she’s the designated smart one of the group doesn’t mean she knows squat about mechanics. Mr.-Afficionado-For-Traps loses his patience and tells the girls to go find Shag and Scoob in the large airfield rather than dignify them with a clear description of the button/lever or admit that he also apparently doesn’t know what it looks like. donotcallhimajerkdonotcallhimajerkdonotcallhimajerk…

Shaggy and Scooby accidentally scare each other by getting covered in white sheets and mistake each other for ghosts as they hide.

Velma and Daphne manage to find them, and Shaggy managed to get Fred down offscreen before it cut to the part after Fred is free (I still think the girls could have helped him just fine had he not lost patience with them.)

Where there is potentially food, Shaggy and Scooby will be there!

Shaking my head at Scooby withholding food from Shaggy and eating it behind his back. At least Shaggy isn’t mad because he correctly deduces that the kind of fresh food laying around is for the space ghost, but apparently “real” space ghosts wouldn’t eat anything from earth like chicken and ham. Clearly they haven’t watched a lot of the older sci-fi series/films.

Scooby decides an automatic dishwasher is a great place to hide while Shaggy’s foot get caught in a small tin bucket and accidentally starts up the machine. At least Scooby gets a free bath and massage!

“I wish I knew where Shaggy and Scooby were.” Me: Awww 😚 Shelma momen-! “They’re supposed to be helping us! 😠” Me: 🤣

Animation Goof: Velma’s realistic eyes and lashes

Frelma moment with Velma personally assisting Fred in holding a random newspaper to better find the next clue.

Fred and Shaggy unintentionally prejudiced against aliens because 1) why would aliens be eating OUR food, and 2) why would aliens be interested in reading OUR newspapers?

Shaggy’s method of stealth? Spinning up the trash bin’s lid he was hiding in so it can close after he got out. When Scooby tries it out, he doesn’t get out of the way in time and gets bonked on the head.

ASDFGHJK-!!! SCOOBY WHY WOULD YOU TOSS THE KEY TO THE DOOR YOU ARE HIDING BEHIND OUT THE WINDOW WHERE THE CULPRIT IS?!?! 🤣

Space Ghost gets in anyway without key. Shaggy and Scooby need key to unlock door they just locked to escape.

They jump out the window to grab the key, and jump back in through the window. They unlock door and escape while Scooby makes faces at the Space Ghost. 😂

Shaggy where and how did you get that medieval torch???

Not 1, not 2, but a whole team of space ghosts??

Shaggy and Scooby’s running away leads them to another clue. Shaggy’s suspicious face and Scooby’s impressed face are a lot funnier looking to me than I think they are meant to be 😅

Parachute to the rescue!

Sheriff to the rescue too! And the farmer came along. He claims he got worried about the kids so called the sheriff.

“It’s high time we got to the bottom of these shenanigans!”

YAY! Farmer not the bad guy! Space Ghost just ran the other way!!

Fred almost gets Space Ghost Culprit killed or seriously injured by turning on the gigantic fan of the research lab’s wind tunnel. He and the culprit are lucky that only the Space Ghost Outfit get’s blasted away and reveals a complete stranger before turning the fan off.

Farmer recognizes culprit as his next door neighbor, Henry Bascomb (who was neither known nor alluded to for the audience until the reveal).

Did they all just leave the guy in the wind tunnel? Did they at least lock it from the outside so the wouldn’t escape?

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s hair several shades lighter.

“And I’d have done it, too, if you kids hadn’t come along.” 😤😤😤😤😤

Freddy ruins Shaggy and Scooby’s attempt at bravado by scaring them. 😕 why is Freddy so unlikable in this episode?

Day 15 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

#shenanigans #hanna barbera #scooby #scooby doo where are you #scooby dooby doo where are you #scooby doo #scooby dooby doo #shaggy rogers #shaggy norville rogers #norville shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #daphne blake #fred jones #seriously #what was wrong with Freddy?

[lettherebemonsters]

Every once in a while I'm reminded of Uncanny X-Force and the Apocalypse bullshit back in 2010, leading up to Archangel going crazy, Kang being Kang, spooky space kooks and Wolverine advocating child murder with a creepy smile.

And yeah....I still get angry over it.

So does anyone wanna plot with Morgan? Looks like he's going crazy from being the " unwanted" clone of En Sabah Nur and being extremely dangerous towards mutants.

#rave to the grave (out of character) #the oncoming storm (morgan slade/lazarus)

[weirdlandtv]

SCOOBY-DOO WHERE ARE YOU episode, “Spooky Space Kook” (December 1969).

#animation #backgrounds #scooby doo #hanna barbera #spooky #creepy #spooky space kook #villains #animation backgrounds #vintage #tv #shows #series #scooby-doo #1960s #60s

[cryptidjeepers]

Off the top of my head: The spooky space kook, captain cutler, the skeleton eye dudes in the scooby doo show, the loch ness monster in scooby doo and the loch ness monster, and Maldor + Marcella from 13 ghosts. I'm definitely forgetting some tho

Yesss the space kook and captain cutler were my other faves. Theyre just so genuinely creepy in a way that scooby doo hasnt done in a while

#adding to the list thanks!! #sd monster bracket

[lesbian-vmin]

Ppyong 220416 Vlive (Hope + Tae + Min + Kook)

Ah well. I'm doing it. An analysis of the Hopevminkook live. muahahaha.

Please note: This is a serious analysis. There are no jokes and everything stated is my complete and honest thoughts.

Disclaimer: The above statement is 98% a lie. This analysis is full of jokes, thoughts, ponderings, and absolute nonsense. Because this blog used to be a fun place to express my thoughts. It's about time I took my space back. lmao

Oh. And there will be timestamps for everything. Because I am so serious about siting sources and making things easy to find for people. So I need to stop being lazy and do that more.

Disclaimer: There are jokes in here, and I do come in a little heavy with them in the beginning. I have jokes throughout, but once the actual live starts, I get a little more serious. I just had to make the first few seconds enjoyable while we waited for them to get started. Please hang in there and read the whole thing if you're interested in my thoughts at all because I do have a few things to say here. On any points that I brought up, I will be taking questions. Or if you have anything else to say about the live. Or if you just wanna talk about other vmin or any other ship or member moments. I'm open for anything.

@00:00:00 Hobi, we already saw you. We know you're there. You can't fool us, lmao. I know that people watching it live may have came in after he scooted away and disappeared, but come on. He has to know that people in the comments will be letting everyone know it's not just Tae at that point.

Also @00 - Tae be looking good in this live. I know you creepy peeps had to be flipping out about that little bit of chest exposure.

@00:00:05 Well. There goes Hobi.

@00:00:05-00:00:34 - It's Tae just sitting there. Being the gorgeous being that he is. Breathing. Ugh. Don't you just love it when this man just breathes? Like. Oof. That some good use of his lungs right there. There's a little bit of him making a face in there somewhere, and he licks and bites his lips. And then Hobi has to laugh. Like we don't already know he's there. Everyone knows he's there.

@00:00:38 - Okay. I'll stop playing so much now that we're actually in the part where they finally actually start the live. Min springs up out of nowhere. Did you know he was there? I sure didn't.

~00:00:40 - Hoseok pops up, too, copies the sound that Chim made, and you get to hearChim's adorable laugh.

@00:00:41 - Someone thinks that Tae is Jin, and Hobi thinks it's hilarious. I think it's hilarious, but - also. Think about it like this. Those that were asking if it were Jin? Come on now, we all know they were just calling Tae handsome. BTS should know by now that in Army lingo Jin = handsome.

@00:01:11 - Hobi. Is. So. Beautiful. Fight me.

@00:01:21 - Hobi still beautiful.

~00:01:40 - They are talking about how they usually gather when they're in the States. Or Las Vegas. Specifically these members. With Kook. Whom they suspect will be joining them after he's done with his workout. Duh. I want JK to join them. The four of them just have such great energy together. I mean, the seven of them all have great energy together, but...yeah. Okay. Dance line + Tae is a superb combination, but not the only amazing combination in this team of 7. It's just they're the one in question right now so let me talk about how great their energies are together. Ugh. I'd talk about any other combination the same way if they were the topic lmao.

~00:01:52 - They are starting to eat! You know it makes me so happy when these boys *cough* men *cough* are stuffing their faces. I think it's because food makes me happy in general. My peeps at work were making fun of me today because I kept asking if it was lunch time...as soon as we got to work lmao. I can't help it. I make a good lunch, and I look forward to eating every day lol

~00:02:00 - Jimin starts setting things up so that they can eat. Getting more food and everything. And Hobi is still looking pretty uwu

~00:02:30 - Jimin to the rescue once again as the camera has a hard time focusing. Hobi points out that it's probably because of the food, so Jimin fixes the camera angle.

~00:03:00 - Tae doesn't understand why people want to watching mukbang because watching it makes him hungrier. Same. I had to prepare a snack to watch this live lmao. And I am eating a snack while rewatching to do this analysis lol

@00:03:17 - Hobi's smile and laugh. Can't get enough of his sunshine. Also, Chimsmiling and being all cute and stuff. Can't spell adorable without Hobi and Chim. Well...I guess you can, but that beside the point.

~00:03:45 - Taehyung is saying that the phone is too far away to read the comments, and Hobi assures us that he will read them later. Ugh. Angel. uwu

~00:04:55 - Hobi can't eat ginger. This is one of the biggest disappointments to me. I love ginger. lmao I mean. It's a good thing I will never have the chance to eat with him. ;;

~00:05:045 - Where did Chim's plate go? Pretty sure Tae wanted to put some food on his plate, but he took it away.

@00:05:03 - Bibimbap is a signature dish from Korea. Which, of course many of you probably already know that. And if you've ever had it before, you know why. Yummy.

@00:05:40 - I'm not surprised to hear them say Korean food in the US is tastier. Most of my friends who studied abroad here said the food was tastier. I told them it's because we put too much of everything here.

~00:08:20 - There's some kind of telepathy thing going on between Vmin here. Even Hobi doesn't know what's up lmao

~00:08:25 - Chim trying to protect Armies from the risqué picture on the wall lmao

~00:10:35 - Oh no. Hobi ate ginger. lol. Cutie.

~00:11:10 - Jimin assures Tae that the food isn't spicy. Tae says he trusts him. This is important in just a few minutes lol

~00:11:55 - Tae takes a bit of the food that Chim said wasn't spicy, but he thinks it's spicy lmao. He gives Jimin a face and tells him that it's spicy. Jimin says "I know you" and tries the food. Like. Boy. I don't doubt that you know your Tae. But I think he knows himself more. lol At least in terms of what he considers to be spicy or not. Don't worry. I'm not going to pick on you (or assume that you two aren't close/best friends) because you can't gauge his spice tolerance with 100% accuracy. If it was that easy to falter my belief in your friendship, I wouldn't be here lmao

~00:14:35 - Now that he's had some food, Hobi decides to read the comments. He reads one comment, but claims his face causes an unstable connection. lol

~00:14:50 - Jimin thinks Hobi's unstable face is hilarious. I assume he had to have made a face or something, but he's off camera, so we don't get to see it. Tae thinks it's hilarious that Chim finds it so hilarious, and I also think he gets a glimpse at whatever Hobi was doing lmao Even so, he was enjoying watching Jimin laugh so much that it took a full three seconds before he looked at Hobi. Then of course has to look back at Jimin lying on the floor (still laughing, as we see when he comes back up). Talk about smitten. lol

~00:15:10 - Jimin comes back up, still laughing. With Hobi's face right against the screen, we have Jimin and Tae laughing in the background. Tae tells us that Chim's almost crying lol

~00:16:55 - Intense staring between Hobi and Chim. Tae glances at Hobi before he starts laughing, making the other two laugh lol They don't get what's so funny, but they're cute anyway. The laughing continues for a good while, but unfortunately I can't understand what's so funny :( So oof...nothing much to say about it. But then they're joking about the names of Korean foods in English, and continue laughing lol

~00:19:14 - Jimin talking about eating fried chicken, but can't say the brand on Vlive. Hobi can't figure it out lol

~00:20:40 - There seems to be some more Vmin telepathy here. Like Tae could feel Chim's gaze on him. I suppose it's possible he could see Jimin staring at him from his peripheral, but eh. I dunno. It seemed more like he just felt the stare lol

The above image is Tae's face to Jimin leaving his side to check the comments. Poor little sad Taetae. lol (Disclaimer, because yes. I know this isn't him being sad that Chim is leaving his side. (probably. lol. no really.) It just so happens that this was his face the instant Chim went to read the comments, and I thought it was funny. So screenshot. And silly little analysis because I wanna be funny sometimes, but obviously admit when things are clearly taken out of context like this.)

~00:21:00 - Hoseok talking about how much he loves the food and wondering who picked it. Tae says that he did, and Hobi tells him that he loves him a lot lol because he likes the food. And then maybe it looks like Tae holds back a smile if you wanna see it (if you're looking for v/hope is what I'm saying).

~00:21:30 - While Jimin was up reading the comments, he says that the Armies keep asking the boys to marry them. Tae then asks the Armies if they want to marry them. Chim looks back at Tae, and Hobi looks at Chim. After looking at Chim, he then looks at Tae. We don't get to see Jimin's expression here, but let's play a little lol. Maybe Jimin thought Tae asked in a cool/smooth way, so he looked back at him. Or maybe he didn't want Tae to say that, and his look back was a warning for Tae to watch it. They do have to be careful a little bit about what they say, after all. Maybe one of them is getting married? (or is married?) or maybe they got married? since they're in vegas lmfao (takes the opportunity to drop this golden vmin fic in here for you guys) uwu lol okno. I can't say that. People will attack my askbox lmao. Whatever it was (and it being nothing is also a possibility) I can't begin to shoot out accurate guesses probably lol

~00:21:53 - Jimin decides that the Armies don't have anything to say either, so he goes back to sit down.

~00:23:28 - Ugh. I have never wanted to be Jimin so badly. To sit right there next to Hobi while he's looking like that? lmao Only joking, but also not. Sorry. I'll keep fangirling over Hobi to a minimum lol maybe

~00:24:23 - After Tae has been reading the comments for a moment, a fan tells him to go enjoy his food. Good on the fan. Tae and Hobi separate to let Tae have his spot back because of course he needs to sit next to his chimmy that's where his plate is lol

~00:24:25 - Oh. So is this a glimpse to how the dumpling fight got started? lmao Tae and Jimin can't decide whether to eat the ice cream now or wait. I imagine this is very mild compared to That Incident, but it's cute back and forth nonetheless. Jimin giggles about it uwu In the midst of it, we have Hobi moving closer to the screen again. Can you hear that? Is that my heart beat? Hobi, I can't handle you being so close lmao I'm SORRY. I'll stop. He's like close enough for me to kiss his forehead, but I can't kiss his forehead ;; This is torture ono I want to ruffle his hair unu

@00:26:02 - I guess that was their last spoon

~00:26:28 - More vmin soulmatery with them sliding off the couch at the same time lol

~00:28:15 - Hobi was talking about a friendship tattoo that was supposed to be a secret? Well, anyway. Little cuties up at the camera trying to say friendship in English and giving it his all. Proceeds to try and spell it, gets to 'r' and decides to simply ask "yes or no?" instead. Good save, Hobi. You did a solid. Also yes, that is Chim in the background eating with "the last spoon" that he gave to Tae earlier. Nothing weird. They do it all the time. The seven of them. Anyway. Back to the friendship thing, they seem surprised that Army will pretty much support them no matter what. I mean. Come on. Of course we will. We're like family lmao

~00:30:00 - Tae wants to know how long everyone has been an Army. Ey. If anyone reads this analysis this far and cares to, let me know! How long have you all been Army? Me? I've listened to BTS from the beginning, and I considered myself a fan since I was watching all of their content. However, I don't claim the fanbase name until I actually participate with other fans, and it was 2015 (or the HYYH era) in which I really solidified my identity as an Army.

~00:31:35 - They talk about Jimin's OST. They admit that they've already gotten to hear it, which is a privilege of them being part of the same group. And friends. But anywho. Let's talk about Jimin wanting to try new things and branching off and doing his own thing. He's always been the sort that says he want to collaborate "with his members" before doing anything with other people, and I have a lot of respect for him for caring about his members so much. That being said, I really am so happy to see him building his confidence and working on projects like this. His first song to be released on an official album was Friends. It took him seven years to create a song for an official album, but he did it. I can't express enough how happy it makes me to see him creating things, and I look forward to what we might be getting from him in the future.

~00:33:20 - They're talking about being natural with us, and Hobi's like...let me pretend the camera's not there and show them my back. Okay. But I wanna see your face ono Not that the back of his head isn't adorable too lmao gdi I will stop fangirling eventually lol

~00:34:55 - but not now apparently Hobi's laugh just makes my day. Ugh. I swear. If anyone ever comes to me and says anything bad about this ray of sunshine and all that is good in the world, I will FIGHT. Spit you into the fire and sell your soul to Satan. (Seriously. I have blocked people who sent any BTS member hate to my box. Don't do it.)

~00:36:00 not Tae smiling and looking at Chim's butt while he does pushups on the couch? lol okno but he really did

This tongue bite and side eye glance @ jimin. Time stamp in the screen shot lmao. obviously I'm playing.....

~00:36:40 - They think Army keeps seeing them like babies? Look. I made several attempts to refer to you all as men during this analysis lmao But you will always be boys to me. Mm. Hobi? Just two months younger than me, so he's not a baby in my eyes. Chim and Tae are getting close, but Kook is an absolute baby. When I say "baby" or "kid", obviously I know they're adults but they're younger than me. They can drink. And party. And have sex. They're adults. Grown men. Whom I will forever call boys because I call men boys in general. If I can be called a "girl" at 28 years old, they can be called "boys."

~00:37:15 - The fans want a heart. And Hobi gave them a heart uwu so precious. Oops sorry. Jimin looks at Tae and tells him to do the mouth thing. Hey. It wouldn't hurt my feelings if you two updated that selfie again for Tae's birthday this year. You know. The one as my dp? Please do lol And then Jimin sending hearts to Tae because why wouldn't he? lmao

~00:38:30 - They're scatting, but Tae gets into it. Ugh. Adorable lmao And Hobi being adorable in the background.

~00:38:47 - Ugh. Look at all that empty space on that couch next to Hobi. That's more than enough room for me. Let me be there ono

~00:38:50 - Hobi smiling fondly at vmin getting into wishing fans a happy birthday lol

~00:43:45 - Oh no. Hobi's getting closer again. My heart can't take it lol I need more Hobi dance videos. Seeing him dance in the little space here is cute, but I wanna see him dance

~00:44:30 - Hobi moves off camera ;; He's giving vmin their space lmao he just likes watching them. He admitted it. lmao

~00:45:04 - Oof. Hobi. I just wanna lay my head on your chest ;n;

~00:47:32 - All right. All right. The last three timestamps were all Hobi. I'm sorry. Here, we have Jimin serenading Tae. Happy? lol

~00:48:36 - Here ya go. The time stamp is where Jimin slaps Hobi's butt. A bit before this, they were bantering a little. Hobi asks to go take a shower, but Jimin says he'll go first. Cute little Ji/hope moment.

~00:48:40 - But then Jimin says he's going to the bathroom for real, and Tae wants to join him. lmao. No, only one of them can go at a time, Jimin says. I assume that there's probably more bathroom available than one, not that this was any "suggestive" thing going on here. Even if there's only one bathroom in the hotel room, they have their own rooms to go to. Either way, Jimin probably didn't want two of them to disappear at once, leaving one to film by himself. Tae never does go to the bathroom, though. So there's that lmao

~00:49:35 - Hobi is missing his Kookie ono "Our usual group is if Jungkook is here. But he's not here. This is not usual." Poor boo unu He says he thought JK would come, but he hasn't yet. I also thought he would come. I need my dance line + Tae combo. ;;

~00:50:40 - Tae is apparently looking for a compliment on his golfing ability. Hoseok doesn't give him one, so he tells Jimin when he returns, and of course Jimin has to compliment him. These two know each other too well lmao

~00:53:41 - Yeaaaahhhh They left just enough space for me between Hobi and Chim lmao. I am just kidding. I am not that small.

@00:54:48 - Not really my culture (or theirs) to say bless you, but they are in America. So Bless you, Tae. lol

~00:55:00 - Okay. Just for a second, let's appreciate the two different reactions to this story. Hobi and Tae both think Jimin's story is funny. While Hobi is not looking at Jimin while laughing, Tae keeps his eyes on Chim the whole time. And. Ugh. I can't help it. Let me appreciate Hobi's precious laugh. :D

~00:56:35 - Vmin stans. Just appreciate vmin leaning into each other when Tae sits back on the couch again.

~00:57:20 - Enjoy some ji/hope talking while Tae looks at his phone. This is a really cute moment of them just talking, and more of Hobi's precious laughter. There's so much trust here. I don't even let people look at my phone screen. Not even my sisters lol. I'm too private ;; I'm working on it it's just an anxiety thing..seriously. You guys are even lucky I share my thoughts here. I get anxious about such this, which is why I disappeared when I got too much going on in my askbox with all the hate I was getting....but I'm good now...and now that I got that off my chest, let's move on.

~00:58:50 - Hobi telling us to get some sleep because it's late. It was late in my time when they did this, but I watched it. And even now that I'm rewatching this part and typing this, I really should be in bed instead lmao. But alas. Here I am. Thanks for looking out for me though, Hobi. You are a true friend.

~00:59:40 - During the time on the couch, Hobi keeps moving forward and leaning back, but at some points, he's leaning into Jimin, too. So there's more Ji/hope for your hearts content. Tae is on Weverse at the moment, so most of this time is actually Hobi and Jimin interacting with each other, with Tae quietly leaning into Jimin and surfing Weverse.

~01:04:30 - Tae is talking about Kook and speak of the devil lol Kook finally decides to join the live. Seriously. I was about to give up hope of this happening lmao I'm assuming they're not hanging out with the door open because you can hear the door being unlocked. So does Kook just have a key to Hobi's room? They don't make 7+ copies of hotel room keys (because that would not be very secure, two is usually the limit), so I doubt that the members just have keys to each other's rooms. Yet. Kook seems to have a copy of Hobi's room key. Or the door was unlocked...but I'm not even sure if that would be possible. I've never tried to unlock a hotel room door before (to where no card key is needed to enter).

~01:04:50 - Kook finally shows his face to the camera! Hi baby! You look so cute after your workout lol There's some bantering about Jimin losing weight, and the fact that he ate. Kook has an overdramatic reaction to it. I imagine they probably had a deal to "keep each other" to some kind of plan, and Jimin betrayed him. lol But it's whatever and they shake over it.

~01:05:00 - Hobi moves off the couch to let Kookie sit. Is he moving to let Kookie have a seat on the couch instead of forcing him to sit on the floor after his workout? Or is he moving to let Kook sit next to his boyfriend Jimin? *coughs*Hopekook is real, so I'm gonna go with the first one*coughs* What? I didn't say anything. *coughs*but that's what I was getting at with the hotel key anyway*coughs* What? Hobi's probably just being a sweetie and letting Kook sit on the couch since he was just working out before that. Hobi is a sweet boyfriend like that.

~01:05:17 - Then we have Kook leaning into Jimin for some Ji/kook moment. uwu

~01:05:53 - There you go. Our TK moment. Tae saying that he gave a certain workout a try after learning it from Kook. And Kook even complementing him (or teasing him? I can't really tell) uwu either way they are too sweet. ouo

~01:06:00 - Kook excited about getting a boxing partner when Jimin starts boxing lol He is too cute

Anyway. I've not got time for a few more time stamps because I really do need to go to sleep and I need to wrap this up. There's a few more cute moments in here. You've got Kook wanting to go take a shower, and Tae tries to leave, too. Kook insists that he stays and finishes the live with them since he started it with them, and Kook actually ends up staying to the end, too.

Overall, this was a very entertaining live. I'm disappointed that Kook wasn't a part of it until approximately the last 10 minutes, but oof. It was so good to seem them just interacting and talking and telling stories. And doing the little quiz thing that I didn't time stamp in here, but it happens when Hobi and Jimin are in their own little world together with Tae looking through Weverse.

Anyway. That's it guys.

I hope that you enjoyed it. And yes. I am 100% completely gay (hence the name lesbian-vmin). I like women. Not boys. I'm just a little less gay for Hobi, but I'm like 100% joking if I ever say anything that sounds a little straight about him lmao. Still gay.

#220416 #analysis #live analysis

[p4lparker]

The Proposal

After you’d made the decision, you needed to think of how to actually ask the boys. Now that was the only thought you had rattling around your brain as the three of you travelled to the bar- the shipment was coming in midday, so if you wanted to swipe a keg for the kick back that evening you’d need to do it soon. John B was steering the Twinkie along the roads smoothly- you held the passenger seat and JJ was star-fished in the back, the sun beating through the windshield and hammering down on your skin. Sunglasses rested over your eyes as you watched the young Routledge manoeuvre the vehicle; one of his large hands and dextrous fingers wrapped loosely around the wheel, the other one resting on his lap, tapping out the rhythm of the song playing from the speakers. Lips mouthing along with the words- wild and salted hair flopping away from his face, eyes narrowed as they concentrated on the roads ahead. Freckles more prominent from their constant exposure to the bright sun, bandanna ever present and tied around his neck loosely. You knew that staring at him like this was weird, but you couldn’t help yourself- he truly was gorgeous. As if feeling your intense gaze; he turned his face towards you, eyes questioning but lips smiling all the same. You returned the smile weakly, thankful for the car seat beneath you- your knees would have surely buckled otherwise.

Shaking your head- jeeze, if you couldn’t deal with a smile from John B how could you ask him or even try to convince him to have sex with you; it was a good job there was a kegger tonight, maybe the liquid courage would help you. The twinkie pulled up a short distance from the back of the bar; delivery truck parked there also. You looked to the mission leader; who slapped JJ’s knee alerting him he was needed, before turning back to you and tilting his head- a charming smile in place, as JJ’s head bobbed in between the seats close enough for you to smell the weed clinging to his breath.

“So… what’s the plan here?” John B asked, eyes glancing between you and JJ- you bit your lip and tried to think of a plan of action, JJ tapped a finger to his lip and John B rolled his eyes at the pair of you. “So we don’t even have half a plan and we need to grab a keg asap… awesome..” he muttered tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel in contemplation- he turned and grinned at you, eyeing your clothing and then putting on the puppy eyes and pout.

“Oh no… what did you have in mind John B? I feel like I’m not going to enjoy this….” You whined, following his eyes to the jean shorts sitting at your hips and the bikini top covering you- JJ tuned his head and copied the pair of you before laughing and holding his hand to John B to high five. You rolled your eyes and cringed as the brunette patted your shoulder.

“Use your womanly wiles Y/N… Distract him and me and J will steal the keg, when its in the bus just bail and that’s it..” John B stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world- you could feel our head shaking mouth open like a fish, not entirely sure you had any womanly wiles. You turned to JJ who smirked and winked at you and pointed to the delivery truck in front of you all. You sighed and ran a hand through your salted hair. John B could sense your reservations and began fluttering his eyes at you; clasping his hands under his chin and puckering his lips into a pout- JJ copied his actions and you crumbled, they had to know how cute they both looked right now, and you hated to admit it even to yourself- but it was like kryptonite. You nodded shakily and breathed out in a slow puff of air before reaching for the door and leaving the safety of the bus- before trudging to you ultimate humiliation. This was a trick you’d seen Kie pull a hundred times over, but you were 99% sure you’d fail miserably and let your boys down. With one more look over your shoulder, you could see them grin and give you encouraging thumbs up, you rolled your eyes and continued to the truck- when you were within hearing distance you let out a small cough to cover the boys getting out of the bus. At the sound of your approach the delivery driver turned to you, you pasted a small smile on your face.

“Hey.. Sorry to interrupt and all, but I was just uhh wondering if you’d help me?” you asked, nervously ruffling up your hair, walking backwards from the truck slightly- your eyes widened as the driver eyed you up and down not so subtly- a predatory grin slipping onto his features. You could see JJ waving you off from behind the driver- barely nodding your head, you stood a little straighter when the guys eyes devoured you, you stepped away from the truck- internally freaking out. You wandered closer to the edge of the road lined with trees, eyes glancing all around you trying to think of an excuse- eyes focusing on a poster on a phone pole a few feet away. You stopped and turned to see the guy behind you- he moved his eyes to yours quickly, having been enjoying the view. You tried not to gag and looked over his shoulder to see the boys creeping up to the truck.

“It’s really not a problem, what can I help you with?” he asked, smiling in a way he thought was charming- but he had nothing on JJ or John B; the way those boys smiled should be against the law. You chuckled nervously.

“I was just wondering if you’d seen a dog run past? I was trying to get him back into my car and he bolted.. guess he saw something more interesting..” You stated- trying to think of how Kie plays this normally, lifting one hand to awkwardly twist in you loose hair, and pouting slightly. The man stepped closer to you, you had to stop putting more space between you when he did.

“I’ve tried calling for him and everything… I’m just super worried about him, he’s only a puppy…” You stated, grasping at straws as you tried to keep the drivers attention. The man agreed quickly, and he began scanning the trees nearby. You smiled gratefully when he looked up to you, he continued to scan- you looked behind him and gestured wildly to JJ and John B; they were trying to get a keg from the back of the truck without alerting the driver, JJ shook his head and waved his hand at you- motioning for you to carry on.

“So what does your dog look like? What’s his name and everything? The more information I have the more I can help the damsel in distress…” the man mentioned, smiling in thatway again, you could feel your skin crawl as his eyes focused on your chest once more.

“Umm Buddy? He’s a um Golden retriever, big eyes, cute as hell but not too bright…” You stated eyes flickering to JJ and John B behind the driver- they were almost done just about to close the doors to the bus. You panicked as the driver began to turn, so you quickly placed you hand on his chest- grabbing his attention again.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” You asked quickly, biting your bottom lip- drawing his gaze there. It was as you heard the boys pull up beside you, you sighed out a breath and let your hand drop as soon as JJ slid the side door open for you. Taking a few steps backwards to the bus, you began your retreat and the driver looked more than upset as he spotted one of the kegs in the back with JJ. Your eyes widened and you waved for John B to start driving and you’d catch up. As you jogged backwards trying to ward the man off as John B picked up speed, JJ holding an arm out the side for you to grab when ready.

“You know what… I totally forgot I don’t even have a dog… !” You yelled out as you caught hold of JJ’s hand and he dragged you- poking your head out the door, you waved and blew the driver a kiss as you yelled out “Thanks again!” JJ and John B whooped and laughed loudly- JJ slamming the door shut as you collapsed on the floor, hands covering your face as you felt the waves of humiliation wash over you.

“That was amazing!” John B laughed out beeping the horn and blasting the tunes as the three of you peeled away from the crime scene.

“I don’t even have a dog… !” JJ mimicked you laughing until your stomach hurt. You shook your head and grabbed the Juul from his pocket breathing in the relaxant and waiting for the redness to leave your face.

“I don’t know how Kie does that all the time… It was so awkward and creepy!” You whined hiding your face in your hands again as JJ poked teasingly at your reddened cheek.

“Nahh Y/N, you did good.. Kie can take a break from distraction duties from now on!” John B called out turning his grinning face to you momentarily before focusing back on the road. As you pulled into John B’s drive, you spotted Kie and Pope sitting on the porch waiting for you al to get back. The five of you talked and laughed as you took the keg and other essentials down to the boneyard- you regaled each other with tales from the day; John B and JJ taking great pride in retelling how you distracted the driver for them to steal the very keg they were carrying, as they did they made the whole situation sound better than it really was. You rolled your eyes as Kie wrapped her arm around your neck and repeated John B’s words from earlier.

The kegger was in full swing- red solo cups filled to the brim with contraband beer or some other alcohol. A bonfire in the middle- keg a little ways off being manned by JJ and John B. You gulped some of the sweet drink Kie had procured for you both from some kook or another. You looked around you again as she dragged you more to wards the bonfire- which seemed to be where everyone was dancing and mingling; JJ and John B filling up cups of tourons and flirting with them shamelessly- the tourons blushing madly and giggling. Pope was a little ways off sitting on some drift wood- talking to a girl, who actually looked interested as he chatted to her, you had no doubts he was talking about pathology again. Kie grabbed your and pulled you towards her and began dancing with you to- you watched the groups of girls and boys grinding on eachother- laughing when Kie mimicked them; throwing it back on you as you danced along. You felt hands on your waist tugging you back into a sweaty chest- Kie stopped dancing and stood abruptly as you were dragged away from her. She settled back to dancing against you as you hips were swayed between her and the person behind you- looking down you saw an adornment of rigs glistening on familiar fingers in the fire light. JJ pulled Kie closer to and in turn you closer to him. Th group danced some more, Pope and John B joining in- each pulling you and Kie into spins and dips- Kie and Pope doing the foot dance form TikTok while JJ pulled you back to him again one arm around your waist, his other hand holding a Juul to your lips for you to toke on. John B danced in front of you, his face low in line with your chest as you shimmied in front of him, his head following- you gripped his chin, pulling him up to full height before trying to push his face away as you blew out the smoke- he laughed and inhaled what he could before stealing it from JJ’s hand and taking a hit himself. JJ tried to protest- but ultimately cheered as John B placed it back between your lips, you in turn took a hit and then passed it back to JJ.

Kie suddenly came spinning back to you, pulling on your hand so you were back to back with her and the pair of you shimmied and swayed your hips together; Pope hyped you both cheering and doing some fancy footwork around you both, JJ and John B whooped joyfully as you all had a blast. You could feel the weed and alcohol giving you a real buzz- you swayed whether you were dancing or not, and gestured to the group to sit down, they followed you in a konga line all the while laughing until you all collapsed on the driftwood seating. You rested your head on Kie’s shoulder and sipped on your drinks- which you’d been refilling and probably had, had too much of already- watching as the boys settled around you both; Pope settling in front of you, shoulders between your legs and head resting on you, JJ across from you trying to blow smoke rings and John B sitting beside you- resting an arm around your waist and nestling closer to you. You all laughed and joked, just enjoying eachothers company with no touron or kook action- and you felt content, this was your happy bubble; booze, weed, your best girl and your best boys. You rubbed one hand in Pope’s hair as Kie leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek. JJ howled joking about girl-on-girl action, Kie rolled her eyes, flipping him the bird and then gripping your chin and pulling your lips to hers- kissing you gently. When she pulled back you both laughed at the shocked expressions Pope, JJ and John B were all wearing.

“Holy shit…” Pope exclaimed before putting his face in his hands. Kie laughed more raucously- she was always a happy and affectionate drunk, you never really knew what she would do next. You looked over to JJ who was smirking at you, eyes sparkling in the low light- your cheeks heating up as he watched you.

“Huh..” John B murmured, hand squeezing your waist. “On that note.. Best kiss go… !” he said pointing to Kie who giggled.

“Y/N obviously..” she laughed before moving onto wistfully talking about how every kiss was the best one- as each moment was special. Pope told you all about a touron from last summer; who stayed for a few weeks and the pair hung out ‘casually’, his eyes lingering on Kie as he spoke- not that she noticed or would remember tomorrow even if she had.

“Scarlet Masters…” JJ stated, puffing his chest and grinning like the devil. The group of you stared at him and waited for him to elaborate- his grin widened. “Couple of weeks ago, mowed her lawn- guess she wanted to see if it was true what they say about us dirty pogues…” JJ bragged cockily, leaning back and taking a toke on his Juul. John B, Kie and Pope all cheered. You just laughed rolling your eyes. John B went on to say it was, like Pope, a touron from a couple summers passed. The group turned to you- and you fried to focus. Your mind racing through memories; not that you macked on a bunch of people, but you’d had your fair share of macking- but you drew a blank, not being able to pick out one particular kiss that made you want to reminisce. So that’s what you told them; Kie looked heart broken- you thought tears would appear in her eyes soon, so you smoothed her hair out of her face and smiled gently at her, Pope shook his head wildly not wanting to believe it, JJ boo’ed at you and threw a handful of sand your way- most of it landing on Pope, John B just stared at you with an eyebrow raised. The innocent question soon turned into a game of ‘Best…’ everyone taking turns; and all too soon it was asked, ‘Best hook up’. You bit your lip and listened to them all- Pope being more shy about sharing, but he’d had a lot to drink- you could ask for anything and the kid would give it to you. JJ spoke for what felt like eternity- one ‘best’ after another. Kie spoke about the differences between partners; talking about the passion, the yearning and teasing- it almost made you blush as she spoke about the pros of sleeping with girls and boys alike. John B just said it was some rando from the mainland- not giving any details. The group then looked to you, you looked down at the sand you were burying your feet in- refusing to look at any of them as you shrugged- not wanted to say it out loud, when you looked up Kie pouted at you. You brushed your lips against her cheek in comfort.

John B looked penseive, his face carefully compromised to not reveal his thoughts. Pope looked like he wanted to interrogate you, JJ noticed this too and began to regale the group with more of his bedroom tales, Kie scoffing and throwing her empty cup towards him- before feeling guilty and going to pick it up and place it in the recycling bin close by. The part was beginning to wind down- a few other locals helping the five of you tidy up the mess you’d made. Once the beach was clean to Kie’s standards, John B lead you all back to the chateau. You had one arm wrapped around Kie’s waist- one of her wrapped around you- Pope latched onto the other side of her. John B heading up the group, a hand held out behind him holding your loosely- and JJ bringing up the rear. You turned your head to look at the blonde- he was being too quiet, you noticed he was hanging back before grinning wildly at you before charging forwards and grabbing onto your waist dragging you from Kie and John B- swinging you around until you were laughing loudly with the rest of the group after getting over the initial shock. He span you to face his back and bobbed down- beaming over his shoulder as you jumped up and got situated on his back; arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely as your face rested in the crook of his neck- his hands gripping onto the back of your thighs holding you fast to him. He ran to joi the rest of the group, John B taking your previous place next to Kie- JJ ran you both past them all. As you dashed by- you let a hand fall behind you and gripped onto the cap that was resting on John B’s wild hair- he tried to grab for it as you teased him, placing the cap on your own head in a similar fashion to how he usually wore it- blowing him a kiss and tossing him a wink JJ cheered you on. Kie and Pope laughing along. John B smiled gently at you shaking his head and ducking it down slightly.

Eventually you reached the chateau, Kie and Pope flopping onto the pull out- John B waltzing to the kitchen to grab some more beers- JJ still had you wrapped around him and he didn’t seem to mind. Traipsing round the main room with you still held tight against his back- you laughed the entire time. John B handed the beers round you all- as he passed one to JJ, who tapped on your thigh with his fingers gently you dropped from his back and went to sit on the table legs crossed shoes kicked off and sipping on your beer contentedly. John B leaned against the table next to you- leaning an elbow on your shoulder and flicked the peak of his cap smirking at you. You just grinned back. JJ flopped onto the floor in between Kie and Pope resting his head on the pull out behind him, sighing as Kie’s fingers found his hair and began twisting the tresses gently. The pogues all sat chatting idly and nursing your beers until Kie announced she was sleepy and she snuggled down further on the cushions pulling Pope with her. As she manoeuvred, she accidentally knocked JJ with her foot- he exclaimed but stood still and made his way to the bedrooms. Kie made grabby hands towards you and you smiled before dropping a kiss to hers and Pope’s foreheads- both smiling dopily and closing their eyes to sleep.

“Pssst!” John B whispered across the room, nudging his head towards the direction JJ had taken. You followed wrapping an arm around his waist you both shuffled to his room- laughing when you saw JJ sprawled on the bed. John B scoffed and hit at his foot as you leaped on the bed and got comfy. John B rolling his eyes as he joined the pair of you- the usually large enough bed soon felt cramped with all three of you situated on it. JJ twirled a piece of your hair around his finger absently as John B twiddled with the fingers on one of your hands- you all stared at the ceiling above, staring at the star charts there. You were all comfortable, chilling; all of you boosed and buzzed nicely. And you thought ‘Fuck it…’

“I want to have sex!” You announced- as soon as the words left your lips, you almost regretted them as the pair of boys both stopped their fiddling and turned to you. JJ choking on his breath, and John B raiding his eyebrows so high you wondered if they would ever settle back to their normal state. JJ coughed, trying catch his breath looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked once he had calmed down enough, you let your eyes scrunch shut. This seemed so simple earlier, when you hadn’t told them about your plan and had just decided it would happen- but now they were actually involved and it made you anxious.

“I wanna have sex…. With one of you guys. I know you’ll treat me right, and show me all the things. The sex things… I’m just sick of being horny and a virgin ya feel?” You stated your unoccupied hand coming to rest over your burning face.

“The sex things… shit…” JJ muttered one of his own hands dragging through his own hair. He couldn't take his eyes off you- his fuzzy mind trying to process what you'd just said. You felt like curling up and dying in a corner- you flushed from head to toe and desperately tried to think of a way back from this.

"What about the rules? No pogue on pogue macking.." John B murmured, his head turned fully towards you as he lifted your hands from you tomato coloured face. JJ rolled onto his side and stared at you too. You puffed out your cheeks.

"Well... it wouldn't really be macking? It’d be like when you taught me to drive the Pogue or when J taught me to surf, ya know?" You whispered, mortified. You were regretting ever bringing it up, regretting ever thinking of it in the first place, like it was a stupid idea. Of course neither of them would want to have sex with you, the rules were there for a reason- an innocent friendly peck here and there didn’t break the rules, but sex would definitely break them. You turned your head and looked at both boys, either side of you- JJ was frowning and staring at you, you tried not to shrink under his stare. John B had a poker face on- his eyes though were stormy, thoughts tumbling around his brain. You whined and rolled over onto your stomach- burying your head in the pillow. Trying to fight the stinging of your eyes- ignoring the fact that you were crying about this. Maybe that last beer was one too many.

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At some point you must have fallen asleep, because when you next rolled over- the sun was blazing through John B’s shutters. You groaned pitifully to yourself and tried to gather the strength and will power to move from your pit of despair. A laugh from further within the building, the smell of food wafting through- urging you to move, so you did, eyes finding a discarded shirt from the floor and pulling it on to cover your body some more- your bikini top and shorts not feeling all that comfortable any longer. You waddled your way to the main room in the chateau; eyes catching on John B and JJ as they both sat up straighter when you entered. You coughed nervously and moved around the room collecting the bacon; obviously delivered from the Wreck, and a bottle of water from the fridge. You could feel their eyes following you, and the silence was setting you on edge. You turned to the boys and glanced at them, bottom lip between your teeth as you nibbled on it anxiously- wondering why they were watching you like an animal in the zoo. You took a bite of the bacon and tried not to groan at the feeling of food entering your body; you hadn’t realised how hungry you were until that point.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” JJ asked, staring you down as you choked on a mouthful of food- you coughed and spluttered as you wracked your brain trying to understand what he was asking you. It was a hazy memory, but one you couldn’t quite forget- you remembered exactly what he meant, you dropped the bacon to the plate and grabbed up your water bottle to try and take a swig. Swallowing slowly to try and sooth the irritation of your throat- your eyes fluttered around the room. JJ looked anxiously at you; his big blue eyes widened, eyebrows raised lips pouted slightly. John B leaned against the wall, hand on JJ’s shoulder- eyes sparkling but face mostly passive. You sighed running a hand through your matted hair- trying to buy yourself more time. Did you mean it, yesterday you had decided the course of action- but then when it came to telling them it felt like the earth was swallowing you up. And now- well, you weren’t sure, you knew you wanted to have sex; you had needs god damn it! But did you really need to involve the boys in your quest to pop your cherry? They didn’t give you much of a response the night before. Which made you feel worse.

“Umm… I guess. I mean I wanna have sex… but if either of you don’t want to.. then I get it, it was super weird of me to ask…” You started out strong- but their combined penetrating gaze making you feel small. JJ nodded, before looking at John B- shrugging his hand off his shoulder, he crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed you up within his arms. And before you could fully comprehend what was happening his chapped lips were pressed to your own. One hand tangling in your hair and the other pulling you close to him. You gasped into the kiss when his lips began moving against your own- his tongue swiping along your bottom lip, seeking your own. Opening up to him, he slipped his tongue to meet you, caressing over your own. Tangling in a dance that was beginning to kindle a fire within. Your hands came up to wrap around him, as one of his large hands came to hold your jaw- angling you face to deepen the kiss. You could feel the breath leaving your body, your knees weakening and a lust bubbling under your skin. The hand resting at your waist squeezed tightly- wrinkling the fabric of the soft, borrowed t-shirt you were wearing, his fingers slid towards you thigh- gently stroking over the smooth skin there- a light moan leaving your lips and JJ chuckled against you- his chest rumbling with the noise and he pulled back, leaving gentle pecks on your lips softly before pulling away completely and peering in to your breathless face. You breathed deeply, trying to regain some semblance of control- you were still wrapped around JJ as a second pair of hands tugged you away and settled you in front of their body.

You looked up into John B’s sparkling eyes, the light smirk playing on his inviting lips. You hadn’t quite wrapped your mind around what had just happened- but John B placed his hands on your hips and pulled you against him as he perched on the edge of the table; legs spread wide enough for you to stand between them- then pressed his lips against you. There was no rush; his soft lips smoothing over your own, gentle and languid- but that didn’t stop the heat bubbling under your skin. Your hands found his sun kissed tresses and you buried themsleves there, tangling within and pulling the pair of you closer. John opened his mouth- teeth nipping at your bottom lip and suckling it between his own deepening the kiss. You moaned weakly and felt you body lean more into him as the recent events and current ones took a toll on you. John B’s lazy kisses became fervent- rushed; nibbling, sucking and teasing pushing and pulling you in to him. When he pulled away as breathless as you- you frowned trying to chase his lips, wanting them back. The boys both chuckled, the rumbling sound bringing you back to reality. John B’s hands still held your hips fast to him, and one of JJ’s hands brushed your hair from your face. You took a steadying breath and forced your mind to focus- which was harder than it should be, with John B’s hands holding you tightly, his and JJ’s kiss still burning on your lips. you pushed his hands from you hips and stepped away from the pair, trying to breath calmly.

Now you had some space, you could see the pair smirking at you; eyes twinkling at you, their lips plump and looking so inviting. JJ raised a hand and his thumb rest against his bottom lip- while John B clapped his hands and rubbed them together in front of him.

“We’re in…” John B stated confidently, arms folding over his chest- JJ nodding along emphatically and grinning wide. You gasped, eyes widening and nodding- letting your mind catch up. You were still kiss drink from them, a hand raising to rest on your forehead. You looked up and stared at the boys- they just stood smirking.

“There’s gonna be some rules though; we’re both going to help you, cause you didn’t specify who.” JJ stated gesturing between them both as you stood- still shocked but nodding nonetheless.

“We’ll go at your pace, and only do things with you when you say.. yes we’re teaching you, but this is on your terms.” John B stated, gesturing to you, smirk still in place.

“We don’t tell Kie and Pope about this, obviously..” JJ shrugged his shoulders, at the mention of their names you looked towards the pull out and sighed when you saw they had already left.

“Now we need to know what exactly you do know and we can go from there..” John B winked, he moved to the pull out and flopped down onto it, JJ copying his actions before gesturing you to join them. You settled between the boys and waited, you wondered whether the booze from last night was bad or something- cause none of this was making sense.

“Do you know what gets you off?” JJ murmured in to your ear, one hand brushing your hair away from your shoulder- lips dropping a kiss there as he waited for you to respond. You looked to John B beside you, who just shrugged, eyebrow raised. You breathed deeply, JJ resting his chin on your shoulder- you knew the theory and mechanics of sex; but hadn’t put it into practice, nerves bubbled in your tummy as you continued your train of thought. You’d watched porn, and 50 shades- you had used your fingers to ease your libido- you knew how to work them to work yourself to orgasm. But you’d never been touched by another person in that way and you’d never touched another in that way.

“I’ve watched porn before…” You mumbled, cheeks blazing- JJ buried his head in your neck, gently pecking the area. John B traced a finger up your thigh before dropping his hand on it and squeezing gently.

“It’s not realistic.. but a good place to start kinda..” the brunette murmured softly. “Have you ever gotten yourself off?” he asked, a delicate blush covering his tan cheeks- you on the other hand burned with embarrassment and the earlier lust beginning to trickle throughout again. You could only nod.

“That’s good, you know what you like, you can teach us how..” JJ whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending shivers through you- the boys both chuckling at your response. The blonde dropping a kiss to your neck and shoulder again before standing up and high-fiving John B- he winked at you and left the chateau- you and the Routledge boy alone- the silence within almost deafening. John B squeezed your thigh gently, ducking his head slightly to be face-to-face with you.

“You wanna try something now?” he whispered- watching as you bit into your bottom lip and nodded. He lurched forward and attached your lips together once more. He wasn’t slow and relaxed this time, he instantly pried your lips apart with his tongue and tangled it with yours. Kissing into you passionately, gently nudging you back to lie on the pull out- he hovered over you, pulling from your lips to kiss around your mouth, then lower discovering you neck like an unmapped land. You moaned as his teeth nipped at your skin- you could feel the grin he wore as he continued to assault your neck. He let one hand hold your jaw, and pulled back- he manoeuvred the pair of you to sit once more, his other arm trailing and resting around your waist- squeezing and lifting you until you were somehow straddling him. You whimpered as he sucked and nipped playfully at you neck. You pulled back to stare at him; he was smiling wolfishly, eyes ablaze, lips kiss-swollen and cheeks dusted with a blush as he stared back at you. You untangled his hand from you hair- ghosting over your neck and the light marks he’d left- grin widening slightly- before plucking gently at the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Looks good on you..” he whispered, grin still in place- he was breathing deeply, and you took a moment to eye his torso; abs working slightly as he breathed quickly. He tilted your chin up and kissed you again- this time with no rush, it was languid and arousal seared through your entirety. His hands took up residence on your thighs, calloused fingers brushing the skin, pushing the large t-shirt up, you whimpered against his lips. He felt so good against you- soft lips kissing against you, hard muscle supporting you- your hand trailed to rest on his chest, it flexing against you hat palm- his skin hotter beneath it. Your body reacting to his lightest of touches- lips fusing together, panting into eachother’s mouths, as neither of you wanted to part. Your hips twitched on top of him, a shock running through your body as he moaned as the contact of your clothed cores rubbing a delicious friction for you both. He gripped onto your hips, fingers digging in, in an enticing manner; he held your hips and guided you over him. Grinding you on top of him, your whines and moans echoing throughout the chateau- his matching sounds slightly quieter than yours. As your body moved and rubbed against him in a tantalising way, one of his hands raised to traced the curve of your body- fingers spreading wide and resting over your ribs, just underneath your breast- thumb gently running along the bottom of you bikini top teasingly.

Your hand found his and cupped it around you, encouraging him to squeeze and tease you. He didn’t disappoint; squeezing gently, exploring the area, letting his fingers tease you hard nipple- pinching and flicking it. All the while your hips worked furiously against him, there was a pressure building within as you could feel him hard beneath; through your clothes, the material rubbing right against you clit in a maddening way. You worked your hips with more fervour focus, you could feel that overwhelming knot tying and twisting tightly within- fraying until it snapped, your climax washing over you forcefully. You moaned and buried your head in the crook of his neck- he panted beneath you, the pair of you trying to catch your breath and calm your racing hearts. The fire within you only burned on, as you could still feel him pressing against you harshly- you began moving your hips, slowly, you were sensitive and knew a second release wouldn’t take long. But John B gripped your hips tightly and stopped you movements, shaking his head.

“No, no, no- this is all for you okay? Don’t worry about me…” he chuckled, his voice deeper than normal- making you want to grip his head and kiss him into oblivion, you restrained yourself as he helped you to sit beside him. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close to him. You two stayed cuddled together long after your racing hearts had calmed and you breathing had returned to normal, eventually he stood from the pull out, tugging you with him and leading you to his room before traipsing to the bathroom by himself. Your eyes caught on the bulge in his shorts making you blush- one he spotted and sent a wink to you. You laid in his bed and tried to wrap your mind around the happenings of the day. When John B appeared again, he had a towel slung low on his hips- making your mouth go dry, he searched for clothes and explained that you’d stop by your place to change and then you were going to meet the others for a day on the boat as usual. You nodded, more focused on watching him cover up his still damp body with an unbuttoned shirt, board shorts, backwards cap, converse and his ever present bandanna tied around his neck. He looked over to you, chuckling as he clocked the mark on your own neck, grabbing another bandanna; he tied it around your throat like his own. Dropping a kiss to the corner of your lips, smirking when he pulled away. He dragged you out of the chateau and to the parked bus- ready to start your day even though it was nearing the afternoon by this point. You both got settled in the Twinkie before setting off.

#repost #Practice make perfect OBX #John B smut #john b x you #john b smut

[scoobydooaesthetics]

Spooky Space Kook

Scooby Doo, Where Are You Season 1 Episode 15

#SDWAY #Space Kook #Spooky Space Kook #Scooby doo #one of my favs #he so creepy

[lifesabe-ch]

the four times he heard you and the one time he didn’t - jj m.

request: can you write a jj imagine where he gets in a fight over you?

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: arguing, boys being boys

word count: 4473

a/n: I originally just had the idea of not making it basic, JJ fighting Topper stuff, but then got SO carried away I'm sorry this is so long (also @pitaparka​ helped a lot, lets thank her too)

THE FIRST TIME JJ HEARD YOU...

“What’re you guys even watching anyway?”

“Shhh!”

You rolled your eyes as you sat besides John B., “Hmm?”

“What?”

“Hmm?” You repeated, mouth still stuffed full with popcorn, hand extending the bowl out to him.

He looked between you and the bowl for a minute before laughing, tossing a few into his mouth, “Didn’t you ever learn to not talk with your mouth full?”

“Shut up, asshole,” You said. “Do you want some?”

You reached the bowl out to JJ, slapping John B.’s hand away as he stretched to pull it back.

The blonde nodded, grabbing a hand full and popping it in his mouth, before gesturing to the empty space besides him, “Thanks. There’s more room near me if you, you know, wanted to sit here.”

You chuckled lightly, stretching your legs across John B.’s as you sat back, “But I’m already sitting?”

John B. muffled a snort at your oblivious response as JJ blushed, shaking his head, “Oh. Right. Yeah. I probably shouldn’t even have mentioned it, sorry.”

“What? It’s fine. I’m just comfortable,” you said, shrugging.

“Stop making it weird.”

JJ glared at John B., “I’m not making it weird. You’re making it weird by saying I’m making it weird. It wasn't weird till you said weird.”

He only rolled his eyes in response, “Dude, just shut up and watch the movie.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

You looked between the two of them, letting out a low whistle, “Bit of toxic masculinity going on here, guys.”

“Hey,” John poked your side, “You too. Shut up and watch the movie.”

Scoffing, you settled against the couch cushions, pulling the blanket he had across your legs as well.

The tension in the room slowly settled as the movie played, the three of you too immersed to pay attention to one another.

The movie was creepy to say the least. Cheap jumpscares usually didn’t get you. Cheap gore didn’t get you. Monsters didn’t get you much either.

But there was something about the spiders that made your skin crawl. So much so, that you couldn’t even bear looking at the screen.

Burying your face in John B.’s shoulder, you couldn’t see the glare JJ was giving the two of you.

“Seriously, spiders?”

“They’re creepy! I don’t like the way they move with all of their legs at the same time… and they’re really fast,” You groaned, mumbling into his shoulder.

“That’s the size of my hand!”

“Yeah, your hand doesn’t have fangs JJ.”

John B. gently taps your arm, “Hey, they’re gone, you can look now.”

Looking up at the screen, you screeched, before shoving him, “Liar!”

The pair erupted into laughter, watching as you hid your face in a pillow, “Next time I’m sitting with JJ.”

THE SECOND

“I need your help,” he says over the phone. The confusion on your face was evident, but he wasn’t there to see it.

“It’s a fucking fitted sheet, I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time with this.”

“What?” you question him, “John, what are you talking about?”

“You’re not doing anything are you?” he asks considerately.

“Uhhh,” you say, looking around your house. It’s not like you had anything planned, but you didn’t really want to go all the way to his house to help him put on a fitted sheet.

“You don’t have to stay long, JJ’s coming over later, I just need help.”

“Then have JJ help you, stupid,” you reply.

“Do you think JJ can figure out how to put a fitted sheet on a bed? I’ll even make you lunch, just pleeease. If you love me you’ll help me.”

“I’ll only come over if you make me fish and chips.”

“Okay-”

“But not the freezer kind.”

“Awh, dammit. Fine, whatever.”

The sheet sat untouched on his couch, him sitting sadly next to it, popping his head up from his phone as he looked up at you.

“Thank God. I even tried getting it on before you came over, but this is a two man job.”

“I still don’t know why you couldn’t have asked JJ. I’m only here for lunch I hope you know.”

“And it’s on its way. JJ is a godsend, but he’s a stupid godsend.”

“Well your first issue is that it’s on your couch, not your bed,” you say, making his way to his bedroom with the sheet.

His bed looks like a deluxe twin, which is probably why he was having such a hard time with it. An extra long bed and a sheet shrunk by its many times in the wash would call for all hands on deck.

“Okay, you go to the top, I’ll stay at the bottom, and we can try to put it on that way.”

Turns out, he was very right about calling you over. Every time you went to put one corner on, the other one you had just put on snapped back into the center. Once, you had gotten three corners on, but then as John went to put the last corner on, he stretched it too much and the opposite corner flew off. As you reached for it, John kneeling carefully on the center of the bed, stretching the sheet onto the corner, the two you had previously put on snapped to the middle, covering his feet and hands, and you both groaned in annoyance. You tried multiple different approaches, all unsuccessful. It got to a point where you two had to research online how to put on the damn thing.

“The sheet is too small, John,” you chide. He scoffs.

“Yeah, well, it’s the only one I have, and I’ve gotten it on the bed before, I just can’t right now for some reason.”

“It’s probably because you shrunk it more, you moron.”

“Okay, let’s try this. I’ll put mine on, then I’ll come down and help you-”

“We’ve already tried that. It didn’t work. Let’s just buy another sheet, John, this is getting ridiculous.”

“No! We can get this sheet on the bed, let’s just, okay let’s just stretch it out as much as we can and then put it on at the same time.”

You rolled your eyes, but humored him. Your arms shaking with how hard you had to stretch it, you and John managed to put the sheet on the bed. You both flopped down next to each other, spreading your arms as wide as you could, feeling the muscles in your biceps burn.

“That sucked.” You said to him. With perfect timing, JJ entered through the front door.

“Don’t you ever lock your door?” You say to John as you make your way out of his room.

“Oh hey Y/N. What’s up?” JJ says, brown bag in hand. The bottom is saturated in grease, and the familiar fish and chips smell filled your nose.

“Hi! Thank you JJ!” You cried, taking the bag from his hands and setting it down on the kitchen table.

“I paid for that,” John said, annoyed.

“You also promised me fish and chips,”

“I got you fish and chips!” John protests.

“No, JJ got me fish and chips. Everyone say thank you JJ.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Thank you JJ,” said JJ.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here,” JJ said to you as you made yourself a plate and fetched the ketchup from the fridge.

“Oh, yeah. I’m just gonna eat and leave,” you said to him.

“Why were you here?” He asks inquisitively. He takes a seat down at the table next to you, stealing fries from the bag.

“I was…” you finish your mouthful. “I was putting a fitted sheet on John’s bed.” you say. JJ’s eyebrows furrow.

“Why did he need you to do it? No offence, I just, I was coming over.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed. John glared at you. JJ glares at John. You glare at the lack of fries on your plate.

“I couldn’t get it on,” said John, taking a plate for himself and loading it with fish and chips and whatever strange white sauce he had in his fridge.

“Yeah, that makes two of us,” JJ mutters. You throw your elbow into his shoulder.

“Shut up,” you say, reaching into the bag for more fries, to find there were none. You settle for stealing more off of John’s plate.

“Hey!” John protests, but you cut him off.

“You owe me these for whatever just happened in there.”

You stop taking fries when John piles more white sauce on them, and your stomach has stopped grumbling. You wash your hands in his sink, thank John for the experience, thank JJ for the food, and are on your way back to your house, unaware of the uneasiness settling in JJ’s stomach. And it wasn’t from the fish.

THE THIRD 

You drummed lightly on the log you were sitting on, watching the party go on in full swing. Everyone was having a good time. They were talking, laughing… even the few kooks that had snuck in hadn’t bothered anyone yet.

“Counting the grains of sand?”

Glancing up at JJ, you nodded, “Yep. Then I wait for the tide to come in, so I can count them all over again.”

Rolling his eyes at your sarcasm, he sat down with a slight nudge, “Seriously, what’re you doing all the way over here?”

“Taking a break.”

“From?”

“The drunk people.”

He laughed lightly, gesturing to your solo cup, “Aren’t you drinking?”

“That’s different,” You scoffed. “I’m drinking, not drunk. Some people are absolutely wasted. Like… look, that girl talking to John B.!”

You both look over in the direction you mentioned, watching as the redhead draped herself against John’s arm, almost spilling her cup in the process.

Looking back at JJ, you clicked your tongue in annoyance, “See? Gross.”

He shrugged in response, taking a sip from his own cup, “I don’t know. I bet you he’s loving it.”

You rolled your eyes, gaze wandering back over to where John was with the girl, clearly not loving it. You were silent for a moment, you watching them, JJ watching you. Eventually, he heaves a sigh, quietly setting his cup down besides him.

You glance at him as he stands, extending a hand to you, “Come on.”

You don’t respond, instead just quirk an eyebrow.

“Seriously. Come on. Let’s go save him. Then we can hang out, yeah?”

This causes a smile to break out on your lips, your hand finding his as you allow him to pull you up, “This is why you’re my favorite.”

At this, JJ’s smile grew, his hand giving yours a squeeze as the two of you made your way over to John.

When you got close enough, you drop his hand, jogging slightly ahead and placing your arms around John B’s waist, “There you are!”

His eyes quickly dart between you and the girl, giving you a slight nod of approval. You take this as a sign to continue.

Her grip immediately tightened on his bicep, eyes narrowing, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N, John’s girlfriend,” You extend your free hand to her, letting John’s arm wrap loosely around your waist.

JJ scoffed lightly as he got close enough, his previous grin completely wiped from his features as he crossed his arms over his chest and took in the scene before him. The girl did nothing to hide her shock, stepping slightly back from John’s arm.

“I’m sorry, girlfriend?”

John nodded, shrugging, “What can say? I love being tied down.”

“And I love doing the tying.”

The girl huffed, turning on her heel and walking away, leaving the two of you to burst into giggles.

“That was absolutely awful.”

John grinned, nudging you lightly, “What? I thought it was good?”

“It wasn't,” JJ scoffed.

“It wasn't,” You repeated, shaking your head. “We can do better. Maybe we should type out a script.”

“We could practice it at my house.”

Shrugging, you continued, “Well yeah. We need a signal. For when we don’t want to be talking to other people. So the other can swoop in.”

“And if there’s no one we’re interested in, we’ll just pretend to be together from the get-go.”

You nodded, keeping your arm linked with his as the two of you began walking, “Yes! I feel like we could really make it believable. JJ, are you coming?”

Shaking his head, the boy kicked at the sand before begrudgingly following his two friends, muttering under his breath, “JJ, are you coming?”

THE FOURTH

You laid on one of the boat’s benches, pulling your hat down to cover your face from the sun.

You were meeting the others here but, as always, they were late. So, it was just you and John B. on the boat. Him, fixing something or other. You, being all types of distracting and unhelpful.

“When are you going to tell everyone else?”

He glanced back at you slightly before continuing to do whatever it was he was doing. “Tell them what?”

“About Sarah.”

Your answer was plain and simple, but something about it had John B. standing upright and walking over to you.

“How do you know about that?”

Glaring up at him and the shadow now cast over you, you waved him off, “Can you move? You’re blocking the sun.”

“How do you know about that?” He repeated, not moving an inch.

Sighing, you sat up and placed your floppy hat besides you, “JB, I know everything. Frankly, I’m offended you didn’t tell me yourself. I had to see the two of you making out on the pier.”

John B. could only stare at you in shock, shaking his head slightly, “You couldn’t have seen us I… You’re not going to tell anyone, right?”

You shook your head, scoffing lightly, “Do you seriously think I would do that?”

“I don’t know… you and JJ seem pretty close. Maybe you mentioned it by accident.”

Ignoring the blush that dusted your cheeks at the mention of the blonde haired boy, you tsked, “I wouldn’t do that to you John, you know that!”

He nodded, leaning against the center console with a sigh. The two of you were silent for a moment, listening to the seagulls screaming overhead. But the silence between you two didn’t last long.

You were hopping up from your spot and nudging him excitedly in no time, “So… tell me more about it!”

He chuckles, “Listen, there’s nothing to tell.”

“Nothing to tell? Come on, that can’t be true. I’ve already seen the two of you macking on each other!”

“Right, but that’s all we do.”

“So…?”

“So,” he continued, “It’s like I don’t know how to act around her. I completely forget how to talk.”

You frown slightly at this, taking in his serious expression, “You just need practice.”

“Yeah, Y/N, lemme call her over and ask if she’ll sit there with headphones in—”

“No, idiot, practice on me.”

He shakes his head, instantly stepping away from you, “Nope. Uh-uh.”

“Come on! You need the help, you said so yourself.”

“No I did not.”

“Well, you implied it,” You say, taking a step closer to him. “And it’s just me. I won’t even make fun of you. Just… pretend I’m Sarah.”

Heaving a sigh, John B. sat down in front of you, muttering, “This is so weird.”

Kicking his shin softly, you gesture for him to continue, chuckling as he flips you off.

“Sarah… I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete idiot-”

“Just say it.”

“I really like you. Whenever I’m with you I just feel like…”

“Like you’re floating?”

“Floating? What? Who says that?”

“That’s a thing people say, in movies and stuff. Like on cloud nine.”

“What happened to clouds 1-8?”

“Dude just go with it.”

“Fine. Yes, Sarah. Like I’m floating. You make me so happy. And you’re absolutely gorgeous, and funny, and smart… and overall not that bad for a kook.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Maybe leave that bit out?”

“Right… But you’re amazing. I really like spending time with you? Date me?”

“No ew. Don’t say date me. Be like, ‘Will you go out with me?’ or ‘Wanna go on a date sometime?”

Before John B. can respond, JJ hops onto the boat, Pope and Kie in tow, grinning at the two of them, “Am I late?”

“Are you ever early?”

Chuckles are shared between the boat’s guests, before John B. pulls the boat away from the pier.

Once further out on the water he glances over at Y/N, who had reclaimed her stretched out position on the bench, her head resting on JJ’s lap.

“So… you’re awesome. Like… one of the coolest girls I know. And you’re absolutely stunning.”

Immediately catching on to what he was doing, you smile, sitting up as you nod, “Awh, John B., you shouldn’t have.”

JJ looks between the pair before making eye contact with Pope, muttering, “He seriously shouldn’t have.”

“I love spending time with you. And I want to spend more time with you.”

“Okay…?”

“Do you think you’d want to go on a date sometime?”

Grinning, you stand up, high fiving JB’s free hand, “Yes!”

“Guys, do I have to remind you of our no pogue on pogue rule?”

The two of you ignored the others as you laughed, clearly enjoying the new inside joke between you. As he stopped the boat in the water, you continued.

“Oh, John B., I’m glad you finally asked me!”

“Finally?” JJ questioned, matching the other two’s confused expressions as they watched the interaction.

“Sneaking around was getting soooo exhausting.”

John nodded, “Now we don’t have to, it’s all out in the open. Everyone can know that I’m macking-”

“Me,” You nudge, shushing him before he accidentally says Sarah’s name.

“What the fuck?” JJ exclaims, out of the blue.

Pope pulls JJ back as he stands, but JJ breaks out of his hold, shoving John B. backwards.

“Hey!”

“JJ!”

“Seriously, J.B?”

John B. huffs, shoving JJ back, an annoyed look on his features, “Seriously what, JJ? I didn’t do anything.”

“You know exactly what you did.”

The pair glare at each other, only stepping back when Kie steps in between the two of them, “What is wrong with you guys?”

JJ scoffs loudly before moving to sit on the far end of the boat, “Whatever. This stupid trip was pointless anyway.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

“That’s funny,” JJ said, “Considering it was your idea.”

“Yeah, and this is my boat. You decided to tag along.”

“You invited me,” JJ scoffed.

“You coulda turned me down,” John B. waved him off, “Yet here you are.”

Flipping him off, JJ rolled his eyes, “Fuck you, John B. I’m sick of everything being about you.”

“What exactly was about me?”

“What wasn't?”

“Uh, everything?” John emphasized. His hands are firm on the wheel, unmoving. Just like the boat. And also your trip, for the time being.

“This is a stupid argument guys,” Pope cut in, glancing between his friends, “Maybe we should all just, shut up.”

“You’re a stupid argument,” JJ retorted, launching all three of them into argumentative chaos.

Groaning loudly, you stood from your spot, throwing your arms up, “Pope, shut up. This isn’t about you,”

Kie nodded with your statement.

“JJ, shut up. This isn’t about you. John B., shut up. This isn’t about you. This is about me. I’m trying to enjoy my trip.”

With that, the boat erupted into arguing again. And this time, you and Kie weren’t left out of it.

THE ONE TIME HE DIDN’T 

You pushed open the door to John’s house, tossing your bag onto the kitchen counter. Ignoring the look he was giving you, you pulled open his fridge and grabbed a beer, holding one out to him as well.

“Uh, what’re you doing here?”

Ignoring the question, you set the beer you had taken out for the two of you down, before rummaging through his cabinets for some snacks.

“Don’t you have anything good in here- Ooh, never mind, I found some chips.”

“Aren’t you mad at me?’

Sighing, you turned to face the boy in front of you. God, sometimes he could be a real idiot.

“We had plans.”

He opened the bottle, shrugging, “So you’re just not mad at me anymore?”

“Of course I’m still mad at you! But, we said we’d watch this movie together today. And I want to watch it.”

“Okay… so you’re gonna not talk to me the whole time?”

“No!” You reprimanded. “I’m willing to overlook my anger for the next…” Checking your watch for dramatic effect, you grinned, “Two hours.”

Chuckling, the two of you made your way over to the couch, both making yourself comfortable before pressing play on the film. The movie started off slow but quickly picked up in speed, having the two of you roped in in no time. You were both on the edge of your seats, eyes glued to the screen.

The only thing pulling you from the action was a small knock at the door.

Glancing briefly at John B., you gestured to the door, “You wanna get that?”

“Nah, you locked it, right?”

You nodded, already facing the screen once more, “Yup.”

“Can’t be anyone important.”

As if on cue, another knock came, this time louder. Pressing pause on the remote, you glared at John, “Make them go away.”

Groaning, JB made his way over to the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. On the other side, an annoyed looking JJ was bouncing foot to foot.

“Do you have my hoodie?”

“What?”

“Do you have my hoodie?”

Blinking slowly at JJ, John B. leaned against the door frame, “Why would I have your hoodie?”

“I know you have it,” JJ continued, gesturing into the small home, “It’s in there-”

“Why would I take your hoodie?”

“Did I say you took it? No, I just… I know it’s here.”

John rolled his eyes, “JJ, why would your hoodie be here?”

JJ groaned, “Oh my god, John, because I left it here-”

“I think it’s right here.”

Narrowing his eyes, JJ tried to glance around John B., “Is that…?”

Poking your head from behind him, you smiled at JJ, extending his hoodie to him, “Here you go.”

“She’s here?”

“Yeah, she’s-”

“Lemme guess, helping you put sheets on your mattress?”

“What? No-”

“Is that why the door was locked?” JJ huffed, pushing past both of you into the house.

“What?” Glancing back as John B., you walked over to JJ, “JJ what’re you talking about?”

“Seriously, what is going on between the two of you?”

You and John B. burst into laughter at the insinuation he was making. You found it hilarious, but JJ did not.

“Shit, guys, I’m sick of catching you sneaking around-”

“What?”

“Woah, buddy, we have not been sneaking around!”

“You’re telling me,” JJ shook his head, “I’ve caught you two together a load of times!”

“We’re not together!” You shouted in defense of yourselves.

“Then how do you explain what you guys were doing on the boat?”

“John B. needed practice for talking to a girl he likes,” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“And with the mattress?”

“We spent an hour fighting the sheet,” added John.  

“That doesn’t soothe my nerves.”

“Like, literally putting the sheet on his bed, you nasty.”

“And the party…?” JJ continued, suddenly feeling a lot dumber.

“You were there!”

“I know but-”

You cut him off, shaking your head, “I was just helping a friend out, JJ”

“But you wouldn’t sit next to me during the movie!” He whined, reminding you concerningly of a child in this specific moment.

“That’s what you-! I couldn’t, you make me nervous!”

John B. let out a low whistle, shaking his head, “I’m gonna let you two talk this one out. I’ll be in my room.”

The two of you were quiet as you watched JB leave, your eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment of what you had just said.

“Why do I make you nervous?”

You glance up at him, sighing at his confused expression,“Because I like you, you idiot.”

His shock was obvious, his mouth hanging slightly ajar as he searched for what to say, “I… Everyone thinks you like John.”

You groan loudly, walking away from him and into the kitchen, “No, JJ, nobody thinks I like John! You’re the only one who thinks I like John.”

“But…” he goes to explain, following behind you, but has no words.

“You really thought I liked John?” you ask, and he nods his head softly, eyes wide as if to say, “Uh, yeah. That’s what I just said.”

“I just kind of thought you didn’t like me back,” you said, and he laughs.

“Are you crazy? I thought you didn’t like me! I was ready to push John B. off of his own boat over you!”

“How could you think I didn’t like you? I’m always with you…” you mutter, as if to prove it.

“Yeah, you’re always with John B., too. We’re friends, we hang out, it’s what we do. I just… you never wanted to be with me though.” His eyes trace the lines in John B.’s floor, his arms crossed. He touches his face nervously.

“You were always sitting with John, or talking to John, and you’re always over at his house and-”

“Oh my God, JJ, get over yourself, please,” you force out. It’s almost angry and JJ can tell. He lets his shoulders fall. His puppy dog eyes burn through your entire body.

“I’m telling you right now, JJ, one hundred percent, I like you... Do you feel the same?”

“How could I not?” He says, and you notice how close he’s standing to you. His eyes are still soft, but he’s confident. For some reason, you acknowledge the blush (or the sunburn) that tints his cheeks rosy.

“What are you gonna do about it?” you taunt, but your words are empty, unlike your hands, which JJ places in his own.

Your breathing punctures the room’s atmosphere.

He kisses you.

You don’t know what to do besides enjoy it, wrapping your arms around his neck like something out of a romance movie, him cupping your face in his hands. Neither of you have any idea what you’re doing, but it feels nice to be in his arms, after having waited so patiently for so long.

“Hey guys,” John called, poking his head into the kitchen, as the two of you pull slightly away from each other. “I’m still here. I live here, you know. So… if you’re thinking of doing that, don’t.”

“JB!”

“What? I’m just saying… I don’t have a guest room… and-! And I just washed these sheets!”

“We know, John B., that’s what got us here in the first place.”

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