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jessmaybank · 1 year

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My best friends brother series; Part 1 - Bubbles & Trouble

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Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Kook reader.

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: After you had been left heartbroken by a fellow kook, you decide to let loose at the Cameron house per Sarahs request. Little did you know, your best friends brother may be the only one there to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, mentions of sex (smut in the next parts)

AN: In the words of Victoria Justice, my best friends brother is the one for me…

“Y/N please don’t cry! We both know he didn’t deserve you” Sarah protests through the phone, eager to help her best friend.

“I know, I know. But with her? Seriously? You have to be kidding” you cry, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks, painting your skin with your mascara.

After a year together, your now ex boyfriend Jake decided to cheat on you. Ironically, it was with the girl he always told you not to worry about. Turns out, when a man says “don’t be stupid, she means nothing to me. I love you Y/N” what they actually mean is “I’m ganna fuck this girl upstairs at a party whilst you and your friends are all downstairs looking for you”

Dick.

“Why don’t you come round tonight. My Brother is having some friends round for drinks in the hot tub and he said I can join, I’m sure he won’t mind if you come with” Sarah says.

You weigh out the pros and cons in your head, and decide that alcohol, your best friend and her brothers cute friends beats rotting away in your depression pit of a bedroom any day.

“Well, I do need a drink. I’ll be round later, love you Sarah” you say, a small smile creeping up on your face for what felt like the first time in days.

After a rocky patch In their relationship, Rafe and Sarah have actually been getting on relatively well recently. Although you don’t know much about Rafe considering you have been best friends with his sister since you were little, you did know he could be difficult at times. You always made conversation with him at his house or at parties to be polite, but nothing substantial ever came of it. His looks made up for his dry conversation, but you knew Sarah would kill you if you ever went near him.

A few hours passed and you pulled up to Tanny Hill in a blue bikini accompanied by some denim shorts. When you lazily knocked on the door, you were greeted with a topless Rafe. His defined muscles along with his tanned skin definitely made him a sight for sore eyes.

“Y/N hi, Sarah told me you were coming” he says, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker up and down your dainty figure somewhat subtly.

What takes prominence over that however, is the smile on his face which is half genuine and half full of pity. Great, Sarah has told him.

“Hey, yeah I hope that’s okay” you say.

He mutters a quick of course and ushers you into the kitchen. You agree almost immediately when he offers you a drink, which he takes notice of.

“She’s just getting changed upstairs. She’ll be down in a sec” Rafe says, when he observes you scanning the room for Sarah.

You smile and mutter a thank you as he puts a drink on the counter in front of you. As he’s about to leave to join his friends in the garden, you grab his arm.

He turns around with a confused but sincere look on his face, his blue orbs dazzling with intrigue.

“Uh look, I’m assuming Sarah told you about my breakup. I don’t want any pity okay, I just wanna get drunk and forget about it. So please, no more sympathy looks. I would actually prefer it if you were your moody self” you say.

Rafe chuckles, and you mirror his actions. His blue eyes burn into your own as he studies you. He’s always thought you were adorable as you always acted shy and innocent around him. Until now, however, he’s never realised how goddamn beautiful you were.

“Sure, I get it” he replies. Without thinking, Rafe brings his muscular arm up to your face, dragging your stray strands of hair from the front of your face behind your ear. The gesture was an attempt to comfort you without using words. Rafe was never very good at using his words, and he would much rather show someone how he felt than tell them.

Your body felt like it was set on fire as he touched you, the small action turning your brain into mush.

The two of you snapped back to reality as the sound of footsteps became louder and louder. Rafe cleared his throat as he pulled away from you, and you instantly grabbed your drink, the desire for alcohol increasing by the second as you looked everywhere but at him.

“Y/N!” Sarah shouts, pulling you in for a hug as she reaches you.

You return a hello as you embrace her petite frame. Your eyes accidentally catch Rafe’s as you hug Sarah. The smugness radiates off him as he sends you a wink, a smirk crawling on his tanned face before he walks out into the garden.

You realise his sympathy towards you was indeed short-lived as he’s back to his normal self. You mentally curse. Maybe pitiful looks we’re the better option after all.

The next hour or two consisted of you, Sarah, Topper, Kelce and Rafe crammed into their luxury hot tub. Everyone was pretty drunk by this point, which you blamed on Kelce for making everyone play drinking games. You even had to kiss Topper during a game of truth or dare which was extremely awkward for everyone involved.

Rafe had been sending you flirtatious looks all night, most of which you have returned with a glare. It’s like he’s trying to get you into trouble. The worst part about it though, was that it took a lot of self restraint not to play along and indulge in his suggestive actions.

“Okay, okay, last one I promise. Rafe truth or dare” Kelce says, before finishing the rest of his drink. You’ve lost count of how much you have drank tonight. It turns out drowning your sorrows is a pretty effective method for solving your problems.

“Dare” he says without hesitation, and you admire his braveness.

“I dare you… to kiss Y/N” he says with a smirk. Oh no.

“Gross!” Sarah yells, her body swaying to the music in the background. It was clear she was the drunkest out of all of us.

Your eyes widen as you realised what Kelce has just said, eyes practically popping out of your skull. Rafe swaps places with Topper to sit next to you, and as you turn you head to face him you notice his eyes turn dark with lust.

Before Rafe could make a move though, Sarah leans over the hot tub to throw up. You’ve never been happier to see someone throw up, and you mentally thank Sarah for never being able to handle her drink.

“I think that’s enough for you tonight” Topper laughs at the blonde chucking her guts up before him.

Sarah’s words are slurred as she tries to reply, and Kelce and topper carry her out of the tub and into the house, putting her into bed.

As the three leave, you can practically feel the tension rising between you and Rafe. You know you should just get out and call for a ride home, but part of you is burning to know what his full red lips would feel like against yours, or how good it would feel to have him inside of you.

You subside your dirty thoughts as you start to get out of the hot tub, but Rafe stops you by pulling you down onto his lap so your back is against his chest.

You don’t know wether to freeze up, or relax under his touch, a flutter of adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you sit on the lap of your best friends older brother.

“What are you doing” you breathe, the rise and fall of your chest an indication of your fast beating heart.

“I think you know what I’m doing” he whispers in a low and raspy tone in your ear. His hand runs up and down your thigh, and you can feel your arousal spilling out of you at his seductive words.

Rafe grabs your jaw and turns your face towards him. Once again his eyes are filled with lust and if you weren’t already sitting down, your knees probably would have buckled.

You don’t know weather it was the alcohol or weather you just wanted to do it, but you welcomed his kiss. The kiss was slow and his lips were soft, which was unexpected, but you loved it. His tongue teased your own as his hand ran down your neck and then into your hair. This kiss held more passion than anything you had experienced with your ex the whole year you were together.

When you felt Rafes fingers run over the place you wanted him the most, you snapped back into reality. He’s your best friends brother, what the hell are you doing.

“Fuck, we can’t do this” you say, pulling away from him.

Needing to get out of this situation, you spring up out of the hot tub, grab your towel and your belongings and rush inside, ignoring Rafes protests for you to stay. You texted Sarah that your leaving, saying that you’ll call her tomorrow and that you hope she’s alright.

Rafe sat there for a while, waiting for his erection to go away before he could find his friends. For some reason, although the had just been rejected, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning with you and him.

In honour of buzzcut Rafe being all over my tik tok feed today, it’s only right I came back with another fic! Im hoping this series has about 5 parts. Enjoy bitches!

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x female!mc #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n

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theemporium · 1 year

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[1.5k] neither you nor jj were overtly romantic or bothered by valentine’s day, but sometimes it was nice to give your lover a surprise. (smut)

JJ Maybank wasn’t a hopeless romantic in any sense of the phrase.

He was a realist, he didn’t have high expectations and he sure as hell didn’t ever think his life would turn out like one of those shabby rom-coms John B would rope them into watching because he was a fucking sucker for them.

To be completely honest, JJ didn’t even think romance or anything like that would be in his life at all. He thought he was destined for one night stands, meaningless hookups and a life of bachelorhood.

Somehow, by some fucking dumb sheer luck, he had found you. And the way you got together was not necessarily romantic or over-the-top or a story that would make people’s hearts swoon.

But it was your story and that was more than enough for him.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think this cheese is safe to eat?”

There was a pause as JJ hunched over the counter, poking the block of cheese with the knife as he stared at the odd spots. He was peckish and the block of cheddar was quite literally the only thing in the chateau fridge.

“Jay, baby, please throw the cheese in the fucking bin.”

He snorted, almost seeing the way your nose scrunching in disgust despite the fact you were sat in the other room. There were a few moments of silence before he heard your voice again.

“I’m serious, Maybank.”

“Okay, okay, it’s in the bin.”

With a huff, he did a quick scope over the fridge and cupboards once again just to make sure there weren’t any potential snacks he had missed out on, only to let out a small huff when he realised the kitchen was quite literally empty.

Shutting the fridge door, he began to shuffle through the narrow corridor towards the back of the chateau, towards the bedroom he had practically taken over. You had the place to yourselves most of the time these days since John B was mostly following Sarah about, sneaking in and out of Tanny Hill with ease considering the place was a damn mansion and big enough to hide in even when her parents were home. Not that JJ was complaining or going out of his way to actively discourage his friend, he enjoyed having the place to himself.

Except when he was left on grocery duty. He fucking hated grocery duty.

But he knew he could rope you into it pretty easily, flashing you that puppy dog look that usually got him what he wanted. But also the fact you would never trust him to do a run alone, considering the last time the chateau was stocked to the brim with beer and junk food with not a single vegetable in sight.

“Hey baby, do you wanna go—”

Yet, the question on his lips quickly came to a stop as he stepped into the bedroom and found you lying on the bed, sprawled out just for him.

Now, the sight itself was nothing new to JJ. In fact, he was one goddamn lucky bastard that it was a sight he saw pretty fucking often. Just like the sight of you in his clothes—as you were now—was not a new sight.

It was something you did even before the two of you started dating and he could never quite find it within himself to be mad. He was a boy with very few possessions that he could truly label as his own, yet you stealing them from under his nose and prancing around the island in his clothes made his chest puff out more than he cared to admit.

He liked you in his clothes. He really liked you in his clothes. He especially liked fucking you in his clothes.

But the thing that left the boy standing aimlessly in the doorway with his brain unable to process anything other than the pretty girl lying on his bed was not the fact you were wearing one of his cut-off tanks. No, it was the peaks of black lace that caught his attention.

Black lace lingerie.

“I…you…woah,” he murmured hopelessly, eyes glued to the way his shirt shifted when you moved to sit up, hiding what little he could see of your panties and he found himself recklessly wanting to reach forward and rip his shirt off you so nothing could hide them from him.

“I like it when you get all tongue-tied,” you commented with a grin, watching as the blushing boy shuffled towards the bed until his knees hit the mattress and he slowly lowered down onto the floor.

“Am I dreaming?” he murmured mostly to himself. “Because if I am, don’t wake me up. Please.”

You snorted. “You aren’t dreaming, baby.”

“Did I do something good recently?” JJ continued, his eyes glazed over as his hands gripped your knees, slowly gliding upwards only to let out a small whine when you batted his hands away from the edge of the tank top. “Is this what I get for good behaviour?”

“Would you be a good boy if this was your reward, Maybank?”

“Baby, I would be the best fucking boy for you.”

You grinned as you clamped your lower lip between your teeth, reaching to grip his chin with your hand and push his head up until his gaze met yours. You could see the desire blown out in his eyes, the look of pure neediness and want, the look that made you clench your thighs together.

“Just thought my boy deserved a little Valentine's treat,” you told him as your thumb brushed against his lower lip. “A little festive lovin’.”

He lightly nipped your thumb, a mischievous glint in his ocean blue eyes.. “Does that mean I get to unwrap my present?”

“That means you can do whatever you want, baby,” you whispered as you leaned your head down close enough so your lips were brushing against his. “You wanna fuck me in this little number, then you can fuck me in it.”

“Shit,” JJ hissed as he felt his cock harden in his shorts. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

Your eyes glimmered in amusement. “I can’t?”

“You’re a fucking vixen,” he muttered before his hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling your lips down onto his in a heated, messy kiss.

JJ didn’t even hesitate, not as the sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room or the soft thump as he dropped his ruined tank to the floor. Not as he tugged you to the edge of the bed, your ass barely hanging off the edge and your legs thrown over his shoulders.

And definitely not when he kissed your clothed clit, listening to the pretty whines you let out as he teased you over the lacy fabric.

“Jay,” you breathed out in a low moan as his tongue swiped over the fabric of your panties. “Please.”

“It’s my present, baby,” he murmured against you, his warm breath fanning over your cunt and making you squirm underneath him. “I can do what I want.”

For once in his goddamn life, JJ Maybank was fucking patient and it made you want to scream.

You squirmed and wiggled and shifted beneath him as he teased you until you had soaked through those lace panties, until your inner thighs were glistening with your arousal and only then—only fucking then—did he hook his finger around the fabric, pushing it to the side before his tongue greedily lapped against your cunt.

“Fuck!” you cried out, fingers tugging on the locks of his hair as he tightened his arms around you, keeping you locked down on the mattress as he enjoyed his gift.

He didn’t stop when you cried out his name between breathy, whiny moans. He didn’t stop when you pulled on his hair and bucked your hips against his face. He didn’t stop when you tried to push his head away, the pleasure overwhelming and far too much but even then you found yourself coming all over his face a second time that night.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you murmured helplessly as he finally lifted his head, his eyes hooded and sleepy but the grin on his face was so fucking smug, you swore the sight could have made you come again.

“My pretty girl,” JJ cooed softly as he slowly crawled over your body, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal but that just made him look even better, in some weird fucking way. “Did so good f’me.”

“I wanted to look pretty for you,” you whined softly as his fingers traced along the matching lace bra.

“You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he muttered as he leaned down to place a kiss along the hem of the bra, nipping the skin until it was red and pretty. “Can’t wait to fucking wreck this thing when I fuck you in it.”

You moaned.

“Yeah?” His grin fucking widened. “My girl want that?”

“I really fucking do, Jay.”

“Happy Valentine’s, baby,” he whispered against your lips before he kissed you breathless. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank fic #jj maybank one shot #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outer banks x y/n #outer banks fic #outer banks one shot #obx x reader #obx x you #obx x y/n #obx fic #obx one shot

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onlyswan · 4 days

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are you following the new mhj drama that's been happening in hybe?

also are you done with your exams artie?

i’m reading the news from the press conference and i’m literally so speechless my head hurts 😭 that company is a whole circus right now goddamn. FREE MY TANNIES!!!!!

and not yet :( exam days will be on the second week of may but i’m busy accomplishing tasks and requirements !!

#art’s post office ☁️#y2k5bby <3

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roo-bastmoon · 1 year

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Thoughts on Yoonmin Suchwita

Just a quickie write up of my first impressions as I'm slammed with deadlines at work today.

Of course Park Jimin brought Yoongi a birthday cake and serenaded him. Of course he did.

How touching to learn Yoongi bought Jimin his first alcoholic drink to help him through his soulmate dumpling fight!

Early in the year Jimin was in a huge funk and drank a lot (I WONDER WHAT COULD BE THE REASON), but then he snapped out of it for Las Vegas and spent 10 months obsessively working on his album, in which he realized how good he's had it, where he needs to improve, and what he really wants. Amazing creative growth.

So, clearly Yoonmin enjoy pulling each other's pigtails. Hearing Yoongi tease Jimin that he didn't have the body to go shirtless any more... not gonna lie, I sucked in a sharp breath. I am super sensitive to this because of my own disordered eating in the past as a dancer, and I know how Jimin gets dragged online damned near every day for being "Pigman." Frankly, Yoongi should know it, too. But Jimin seemed totally unbothered and they do razz each other about everything, so I'm gonna try and let this go.

The other thing I'm going to try and let go is how hard folks are going to lean into Jimin saying Letter was a fan song. Yes, it was an Easter egg for fans, and yes, he does love us. No, that song is not FOR us and anyone with half a brain gets what is being coded. But I'm not gonna argue about it any more than I'm going to argue about the placement of a J over an M tattoo that keeps being retouched while the others are neglected. If you want plausible deniability, Jikook will always give it to you. Have at it.

Anyway, I was so moved by all the wonderful things Yoongi said, in between teasing Jimin--how proud he was of Jimin, how hard he worked, practicing every single day, that he was a genius, that he always knew Jimin had the unique voice to be a great singer, that he wanted Jimin on his team from day one... that of course he will come to the music shows to support Jimin. Yoongi doesn't typically gush so this warmed my heart.

The way Yoongi kept insisting Jimin come appear on stage while he's on tour and Jimin eventually agreeing that he will. (Roo is going to try very, very hard not to hope he will come to Newark. More than likely Jimin will visit Yoongi on a stage is Asia and that's cool. It's all cool. If Roo saw Park Jimin in person this April, she would combust.)

It was made clear that the members are responsible for their solo promotions and have a heavy say in their albums so I hope that kills any rumors that the company is forcing a narrative or picking favorites. Everything is unfolding how the Tannies wish it to and that's good enough for me to get behind it.

I love how Jimin said that there's no difference between Park Jimin and Jimin of BTS--how he wants to keep going as a team until they are in their 80s--how what he looks forward to most is getting back together in 2025.

Also the way he kept hinting at another album (and the way Yoongi called him out on that--Yoongi pulled no punches, goddamn.)

It was adorable the way they made each other giggle about product placements, fan calls, fan challenges and the like. These two. I'm so glad Yoongi has Jimin and the other members to get silly with. And Jimin laughed til he cried. It was healing to see.

I love that they keep in touch with Jin, that they bring Jin mulhue, that they are happy he's at a healthy weight now.

I'm a little thrown about Yoongi mentioning grandkids but then bisexuals exist and there's been rumors he's dating a woman for a while now. I am not going to dig into it because that's his business. If Yoongi wants a family someday, awesome sauce. If Yoongi doesn't, awesome sauce. I mean this sincerely--I support all 7 wherever they go on their journeys. Even if Jikook don't end up together, I'll be sad about it, but I'm still in this Bangtan shit for life. I'm OT7, and Jimin ult biased, then a Jikook supporter. I happen to believe that Jikook are very much together but being very careful about showing that openly, but if you think otherwise, or it ends up being otherwise, that's honestly okay.

I will just say I'm loving that Yoongi gave Jimin a gift of pillow mist spray in Jungkook's and Jimin's favorite scent of lavender.

Mostly just happy to see our boys so happy.

PS. The bottles in this shot are signed by Jin and Hobi. *wibble*

#jimin #yoongi #suchwita

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wedthrice · 7 months

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i feel like i don't talk enough about just how much i love house t/yrell in that. they're the epitome of don't hate the player, hate the game. they're so understated in their treachery and their schemes to some of the other major houses, yet they're consistent – just as you can always expect a s/tark to do the honourable thing, a t/yrell will always do what they think is best for their house. they're really only loyal to themselves, yet are consistently perceived (by the audience and the small folk and a good portion of the characters in-universe) as being decent.

from the start of the targ reign, house t/yrell was founded on the principles of usurpation and waiting to see which side is winning before picking a side. they were uninvolved in the dance, and somehow got out of pretty unscathed. at the start of bobby's rebellion, they're loyal to the targs, and yet are pretty unenthusiastic in supporting their rightful king. they lay siege to storm's end, make no attempt to storm the castle, finally submit when bobby proves victorious and they submit, having barely lost a man in the whole entire war. when bobby dies, they instantly plot with r/enly to steal the throne (before this, remember, they were plotting to have bobby set aside c/ersei and marry marg). nobody at this point knows that joff isn't the legit heir, so they were totally for treason just to advance their own house. r/enly dies and instead of following his bannerman to s/tannis' side, the tyrells just plan to fuck off back home.

but then! marg is betrothed to joff! and so the l/annisters and t/yrells together can crush s/tannis. and everybody forgets that the t/yrells (in a way) created the very crisis that led to joff being betrothed to marg. because their pr team is that good. so now they're on top with a daughter as queen and a son in the kingsguard. two goddamn minutes later, they're plotting to kill the king. sure he's an abusive sadist who's more than likely going to abuse the shit out of marg, but she's also definitely going to be more capable of manipulating a boy king like t/ommen, so it's a win win situation. they literally commit regicide and get away with it. they even try to steal s/ansa away and marry her to a son of m/ace's, which would give them a claim to the north. bitches r ambitious and smart ok

they are continuously grabbing at power and switching allegiances and fucking over houses left right and centre and they just! they kinda get away with it! every time! they're parasites who attach themselves to whoever can give them the most power. they are gentler than the l/annisters, but as lady o/akheart says, that's the same as saying they're dryer than the sea - doesn't mean much. to me, i think it's hilarious that they kinda represent just desserts for the l/annisters, and especially c/ersei, because anyone can do what she did, marry and murder. it happening to her is something she just have foreseen idk

#abuse mention /#this got way longer than i had intended it to hence the read more but.#IDK IDK I JUST! i love them i think they're so fascinating as a house #and like. so smart too. they're opportunists thru and thru and they know how to spin a situation and how to garner sympathy and love #case in point: being directly responsible for the food shortage in kl by closing off trade while they supported r/enly and then #making themselves seem the heroes when it was reinstated once marg was betrothed to joff #it's done in marg's name! so that she is IMMEDIATELY greeted by the smallfolk with love and adoration and appreciation #which we see work in her favour when she's arrested

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chateautae · 2 years

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BTS IS GOING TO THE WHITE HOUSE TO SPEAK ABOUT ANTI-RACISM Y'ALL !!! I'M SO PROUD OF THEM OMG OMG OMG 😭😭😭-💜

Y'ALL!!!! THE BABIES ARE ALREADY ON THEIR FLIGHT I HOPE THEY'RE SAFE and gosh,,, i have so much to say about this. the reality of them speaking about anti-asian racism at the mfing white house is SO huge. it hit me so hard that i acc cried,,, full-on tears of pride because i was seeing all the goddamn hate the boys were receiving ever since this announcement and it's just so horrible. i'm so glad knowing that the tannies will deliver heartfelt words that really touch people and let them see that they're more than just kpop and whatever racist/stereotypical conceptions people have of them.

I couldn't be prouder to think they'll be speaking about such a heavy topic in front of lord knows how many people,,, reliving their own trauma and experiences with racism,,, it must be so nerve-wracking shouldering that pressure yet they always carry themselves with such grace. to think they're not only attending as young men who've accomplished so much in their lives but will be bravely speaking against such a prolific type of human hatred? all these boys wanted to do was chase their dreams in music and now they're serving as impactful voices on an international scale,,, i'm going to cry again 😭

#yes i am very emo about this #people were really trying to dismiss anti-asian racism and even calling the tannies not 'real' asians????#like let's be serious???#not the people BEING RACIST towards bts and whole ass proving that much more why bts SHOULD be the ones speaking about this #it seriously must be so nerve-wracking speaking about such a heavy topic in a foreign country #even that with the potus and at the white house!!!#i'm so proud of them it's unreal #sammy's inbox #borahae anon!!#sammy files

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jeonqkooks · 5 months

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As someone who has joined almost all this guy's lives this year, it is fully hitting me now and I wanna cry a river. It feels so empty without any of them here

i was getting ready to go to work this morning and i teared up a lil bit thinking about how they’ve all gone away. i’m sure it will fully hit me like a freight train later 🫠 i thought i’d be (more) used to it but goddamn give me back my tannies 😭

#anon #answered

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nako-doodles · 2 years

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So....I downloaded and is currently playing the island game. I can't get enough of it!!!! They're so goddamn adorable. I've actually spent REAL money for them. Those little round fluffy penguins are taking all of my coins...literally.

the power of the tannies............

#ROUND PENGUINS PLS THATS SO ACCURATE AHAHAHHAHA #ans #shirley gets played handseomly

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tannithvibes · 4 years

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had some thoughts about how i would write lilith/tannis and i just love the idea of tannis not even remotely aware of fact that she's in love with p much her best friend. like w some of her other instances of feeling for other people it was always more of a "I dont know WHY im attracted to you but i am and i hate it" so sorta more physical attraction.

but over time + the events of bl3 the two of them grow close and lilith is probs the only person she's really really close to by that point. she knows how to recognize the physical effects of a crush, but this is more than that and so she has no idea it's happening. tannis just falls head over heels for lilith and doesnt realize bc they're just close by nature of being best friends

someone on the ship suddenly puts two and two together and goes "uh tannis are you...in love with lilith?" and she shuts it down bc hey she's had physical attractions before and that obvs isnt happening right then. but the question nags her and she's sitting there trying to scientifically figure out if the person is right. just sitting there like that meme of the man sitting in front of a drink with his mind blown

#lilith/tannis #do i put this in their main tags #ah fuck it im gonna #lilith the firehawk #patricia tannis #i cant find the meme i wanted to put there :(#but when i do i might redraw it as tannis? that would be funny but ugh my human art needs work #i had some goddamn feelings and im going to make sure that is everyone else's problem #i should do posts like this for my various rarepairs it was fun to think about

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bisexualrapline · 1 year

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the world does not fucking deserve tannies and the least we can do to repay them for all they do is to respect their goddamn privacy. like it’s LITERALLY the least we can do. yelling about these bitch sasaengs online is not enough i need a fucking gun

#i’m so mad #i’m glad i’m not watching his live now lmao would’ve had to stop working entirely for the day bye i’m so fucking pissed off #.txt #guk #bts

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flawless-bitch-here · 2 years

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Grammys tomorrow and i don't want to boycott for the sake of BTS the second they finish I'm logging out 😌

#BTS #bangtan sonyeondan #bts #bangtan #tannies #bts at the scammys #grannys #bts stage #goddamn scammys i really hope they get what they deserve #rooting for bts to finally win

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citrine-elephant · 2 years

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i really gotta draw zane having a good time being tortured because he probably would have fun, depending on the enemy

fear and worry are fun to draw tho ahsjfhd

#like how tannis asked for her torturers to clean their intruments #would zane try to give advice for being more cruel #like would he just be like 'goddamn it no it's like THIS'#or would he just make fun of them the entire time #or both before he gets free and kills em #i have the sleepy i need to play again to get ideas

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Vlad and Axsel

Request: Yes or No

"Thanks again, Ms. Franks!" (Y/N) called over his shoulder, leaving the store. He sipped on his slushie, heading over to his jeep. He heard shouting, turning his head and seeing John B flying over a chain.

"Oh, fuck." (Y/N) jogged over, laughing. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, trying to hold back his snickers. John B grunted, looking at his side. (Y/N) followed his gaze, seeing the blood.

"Oh, shit. Come on, let's get you fixed up." (Y/N) said, helping him up and taking him to his car. John B made the seat move back.

"Is there a woman and a man who look like No Neck Ed and Rose from that one show?" John B asked.

"You mean 90 day fiancé?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, looking at the spot they had previously been at.

"Yep. There's Walmart budget Rose and the taller version of No Neck Ed." (Y/N) looked at him, nodding.

"Fucking drive." John B ushered. (Y/N) put his slushie and bag of cheetos down, getting his seatbelt on and driving away.

"What's up with you? Why are you running from the cops?" (Y/N) asked. John B moved the seat back to normal.

"It's, uh, long story." John B replied, reaching for a cheeto. (Y/N) smacked his hand.

"Ask first and say please." (Y/N) huffed. "No manners."

"Can I please have a cheeto?" John B asked. (Y/N) gave a nod. "Yes, you can, John B."

"You know my name?" John B asked, brows raising. He didn't expect it. Then again, he didn't expect Topper's fraternal twin to help him either. (Y/N) nodded.

"Your friend put a gun to my brothers head." He shrugged. John B blinked, watching him. (Y/N) noticed.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I was scared for his life but he was a douchebag. He needed a nice slice of humble pie." (Y/N) shrugged. "Even though he threw it back up." He shook his head.

"Huh.." John B blinked. He never expected (Y/N) Thornton, the fraternal twin of the entitled Topper Thornton, to help him and not blame his friends for the fiasco from the days prior.

"Make a turn here."

"Sure thing, boss." (Y/N) turned a corner, stopping and watching John B get out of the car, running off and picking something off the ground. John B returned, getting in. (Y/N) drove to Figure Eight, driving to his place.

"Woah, if Topper or your mom see me-"

"Mom is out and Topper is hanging out with Sarah's bitchy brother." (Y/N) said, getting out the car with him and heading inside. (Y/N) led him to an empty room, getting a first aid kit and started to clean his injury. John B hissed, pouting and huffing.

"Big baby." (Y/N) mumbled, grinning. John B met his gaze, taking in his features. (Y/N) was obviously the hotter twin, personality and appearance wise. At least, in John B's mind he was. He and (Y/N) never really spoke, occasionally bumping into each other back when John B worked for Ward. (Y/N) and Sarah were close, practically attached at the hip. John B was surprised when Topper was the one who ended up with Sarah.

"Quick question."

"Hm?"

"Why aren't you and Sarah a thing?" John B asked, eyes raking over (Y/N)'s features. (Y/N) snorted, putting everything away.

"I don't know.. Maybe cause she's dating my brother and I don't like girls?" (Y/N) stared at him. John B blinked, sitting up.

"Y-you like guys? L-Like, you're-"

"Gay." (Y/N) nodded. "Is there a problem with that?"

"N-No! Of course not! I-I'm bisexual." John B quickly cleared up. (Y/N) hummed and nodded.

"Okay.. Need me to drop you off anywhere? A friends house?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B licked his lips.

"The Wreck." He replied. (Y/N) hummed and nodded, getting up. As they walked down a hallway, John B paused, looking at a painting. (Y/N) noticed and turned, looking at him.

"What's up?" He asked. "Interested in Denmark Tanny?"

"Who?"

"He's the founder of Tannyhill." (Y/N) shrugged, slowly approaching him and looking at the painting.

"How did a slave found a cotton plantation?" John B asked, looking at him. He didn't know why but he just couldn't shake the feeling that the painting was connected to him.

"Cause he was a free man. He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all the land in gold." (Y/N) told him. "There's your history lesson of the day."

"In gold?" John B looked at the painting. He took off his backpack, checking inside and taking out a piece of paper. "Why do I recognise that name?" John B flipped the paper over.

"He.. He was on the Royal Merchant." John B mumbled. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"The ship that disappeared and left no survivors?" (Y/N) questioned. John B nodded.

"What else do you know about him?" John B asked. (Y/N) shrugged.

"Sarah mentioned that when she and her family moved in they found a shitload of his stuff and they donated it to the state archives at Chapel Hill." (Y/N) replied, staring at him.

"Change of plans, I need to go to Chapel Hill." John B said, passing by him. (Y/N) blinked, turning and following him.

"Why?" he asked, getting in the jeep with him.

"Can't say. I need to get into the archives. How can I get in?"

"Sarah gave me a trustee pass cause she said she wouldn't be interested in that type of stuff." (Y/N) shrugged, looking at him.

"Can I borrow the pass?" John B asked.

"Like you borrowed the scuba gear from Ward?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B licked his lips, sighing.

"Sarah got mad at you and ranted to me about it. She didn't snitch on you to Ward.. It was Topper." (Y/N) told him. "Topper's the only snitch in the family."

"Okay, the less you know the better. I need you to trust me." John B said, a bit desperately.

"No can do, macho man. I can, however, go with you to Chapel Hill."

"No-"

"It's settled, baby boy. I'm going with you." (Y/N) grinned, turning the jeep on and driving away. John B ignored the fluttery feeling in his stomach. hey got to the port and got out, (Y/N) grabbing the backpack he had in the backseat. They headed to where the ferry tickets were sold but saw that they were sold out. John B jogged over, asking if they were sold out but was brushed off.

"Goddamn it." John B mumbled. (Y/N) turned his head, looking at a tugboat. John B grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

"Ever been in a tugboat?" John B asked. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"No?"

"Okay, we're gonna talk our way onto this barge. I got this. These are my people." John B said. (Y/N) hummed, nodding.

"Alright, boss." (Y/N) watched him walk away. He watched them talk from a distance, giving an amused grin when John B was shot down. John B returned.

"Your people, huh? They must really love you." (Y/N) chuckled. John B rolled his eyes.

"Got anything better?"

"Of course, baby boy. I'm the brains and Topper is... Topper." (Y/N) scanned the barge and hummed, grabbing his wrist and tugging him along. He grabbed some raincoats, picking up an empty tank and nodding to John B. John B went along with it, following him past the guy he had been talking to. They put the tanks down, heading down some steps and into the engine room. John B pulled him towards another room, closing the door. The boat started moving. They took a seat, feeling the room start to heat up. They took the coats and backpacks off, sitting down.

"Shit." (Y/N) mumbled, fancing himself. John B chuckled. (Y/N) took off his shirt, hoping it would help with the heat. John B eyed him before doing the same.

"Well.. Wanna play a game? 20 questions?" (Y/N) asked. John B shrugged.

"You go first." (Y/N) wiped some sweat off his forehead.

"Why did you kill Dimitri?" John B asked in an accent. (Y/N) grinned, looking at him.

"He knew too much." He replied in a Russian accent. "He was a, eh, liability." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Yes, you know, we all know too much, eventually." John B grinned. (Y/N) chuckled.

"Alright.. What are you looking for? Like, why the archives?" (Y/N) looked at him. John B looked away.

"Those are two questions." He mumbled. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"But.. I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Safety reason." John B glanced at him. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Does it have to do with your dad?" (Y/N) asked. John B stayed silent. (Y/N) frowned.

"I'm sorry that.. He just disappeared. I can't even imagine how I would feel. You know.. I'm always around if you want to rant or sit in silence. We aren't the best of friends but I can promise you, I won't go around spilling secrets." (Y/N) said. John B looked at him, sighing softly.

"Thank you.. I'll.. I'll keep it in mind." He nodded.

"And.. I'm sorry about Topper too. He's.. He's obsessed with having the perfect girlfriend and saw you as a threat. He's not a bad person. Yes, he makes stupid mistakes but.. He cares about his friends and family. He was different before he became friends with Rafe. Rafe is just such a bad fucking influence. Topper knew I was gay before my parents knew. He helped me keep it a secret until I couldn't hold it in anymore. He was devastated cause he thought I would get kicked out and he would be alone but.. I was accepted.. I guess. They just kind of ignore me until they can't." (Y/N) shrugged, looking at him. John B hummed.

"My dad knew before I did." John B smiled. "He said I stared at a lot of his shirtless friends."

"I did that too. I used to have a crush on JJ, actually." (Y/N) chuckled softly. "I don't anymore." He assured. John B ignored the jealously that spiked through him.

"Don't worry. You weren't the only one." John B sat up. He looked at (Y/N).

"I think my dad is alive.. Or at least.. Calling out to me through this weird way. Kind of like whales. You know how they communicate through these soundwaves, right? It's like that." John B told him. (Y/N) hummed.

"I.. I cannot let feelings interfere with the mission." John B said, using the accent again.

"Very true, comrade." (Y/N) nodded. John B sighed, laying back and closing his eyes. (Y/N) turned his head, looking at him. He had always found John B attractive. From his hair to his freckles to his loyalty. (Y/N) licked his lips, looking away. He never thought badly about The Pogues. Kooks were usually the ones who started the fights. (Y/N) sighed softly, laying back as well and waiting. The boat eventually started slowing down so (Y/N) nudged John B. The two put their shirts and coats back on as the boat stopped. They put their backpacks on.

"On a count of three. One... Two... Three!" John B grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, opening the door. The two made a run for it, running from a man yelling in chinese. They dodged people, laughing all the way. They slowed down and began walking, giggling.

"Jesus.. We look like shit." (Y/N) said, panting. "We're gonna have to shop for clothes." he said.

"Why?"

"They won't let us in if we look like swamp monsters." (Y/N) replied. John B hummed. They headed into the city, taking off the coats and letting the breezes and light rain refresh them.

"This place looks fancy." (Y/N) mumbled, pulling John B toward it.

"Absolutely not-"

"Absolutely yes." (Y/N) grinned, stepping inside.

"This is like an organ with the wrong blood type. It doesn't work." John B said. (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

"Relax, baby boy. I'm here to help you find your style." (Y/N) chuckled. He looked over some stuff until a man approached them.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, you may, Mr..?" (Y/N) flashed a charming smile.

"Mr. Ike." He gave a nod.

"(Y/N). My... My boyfriend, Jonathan, needs all the help he can get." (Y/N) said. Mr. Ike looked John B up and down.

"I can see that." Mr. Ike mumbled. (Y/N) chuckled. They were led to the changing room where Mr. Ike got some things for John B. John B stepped into the changing room. (Y/N) sat down after grabbing some sunglasses and putting them on, glancing around until the door opened.

"Wow, middle school dance who?" (Y/N) chuckled, looking over the tucked in button up shirt with red bowtie.

"I look like I got kicked out of the barbershop quartet." John B said, looking at him.

"How about a seersucker, Mr. Ike?" (Y/N) looked at Mr. Ike.

"What the hell is that?"

"Excellent choice." Mr. Ike nodded.

"And maybe a pink button-down, some bucks?" (Y/N) grinned.

"You're speaking gibberish. What the hell is a buck?" John B asked.

"I'll get a pair." Mr. Ike nodded, walking away. John B looked at (Y/N).

"I'm your daddy for the day." (Y/N) chuckled. John B rolled his eyes, entering the changing room. Mr. Ike returned with the clothes, giving them to John B. He excused himself to help other costumers. (Y/N) noticed that John B was staying a while and stood, knocking.

"Did you go to Narnia or something?" (Y/N) asked, opening the door and seeing John B in only his underwear. John B pulled the pants up and huffed as (Y/N) laughed.

"Were you seriously checking yourself out, John B. Routledge? Never took you as the type." (Y/N) leaned against the doorway.

"Don't blame you. I'd check myself out if I were you too." (Y/N) said, stepping back and closing the door. John B blinked, looking at himself in the mirror. (Y/N) had basically called him hot. John B got dressed and stepped out.

"Zipper." (Y/N) called. John B looked down and pulled his zipper up. (Y/N) hummed and nodded.

"You look.. Decent." (Y/N) stood and approached him. "As decent as a clown can get." (Y/N) grinned.

"Ooh, ouch. Nice one." John B chuckled. Mr. Ike returned and John B told him what he would like to see. (Y/N) got dressed and stepped out. John B snorted, looking at the black pants, suspenders, gray shirt, bowtie, and fedora.

"So, who's your daddy now?"

"A man of culture, I see." (Y/N) hummed. John B shrugged.

"I knew a kid who dressed like this every day during middle school." (Y/N) said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I'm pretty sure we all did." John B chuckled. (Y/N) went back into the changing room, changing into a couple outfits until he chose one he liked. He stepped out, smiling. He wore a dark blue shirt that had about three or four buttons undone. The shirt was tucked into black pants. John B swallowed, looking him over.

"Uhm.. Y-You look great." John B said. (Y/N) hummed.

"Since we're on a secret mission.. We should assume another identity." (Y/N) said, crossing his arms.

"We need aliases. What are you thinkin'?" John B asked. (Y/N) tapped his chin, pretending to think.

"Vlad.. From... Vienna." (Y/N) said, shrugging.

"What about me?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B mimicked his previous position.

"Axsel from Berlin." John B replied. (Y/N) raised his brows.

"Axsel fra Berlin?" (Y/N) grinned. John B nodded.

"Ja." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Du snakker norsk?"

"Ja. Hvor mye vet du?" (Y/N) tilted his head. John B licked his lips.

"That's all I know." John B chuckled. (Y/N) smiled, patting his chest.

"You're better good." (Y/N) turned, picking up his backpack and leaving. John B followed him. (Y/N) paid for their clothes, walking out of the store and heading down the sidewalk.

"Come on, they aren't open all night." (Y/N) said. John B hummed, walking beside him.

"So, are Vlad and Axsel dating?" John B asked. (Y/N) cocked a brow, glancing at him.

"Feelings can't interfere with the mission." (Y/N) reminded him. John B nodded, looking forward. The sky began to darken, turning to night. They got an uber, not wanting to walk all the way there. (Y/N) paid and they got out.

"The library is on the other side of the student center. Ever been here?" (Y/N) looked at him. John B shook his head.

"Uh, no. Never been to a college." He replied.

"Hm, you didn't fulfill your training, huh? Liking it so far?" (Y/N) asked. John B nodded.

"Well, my parents went here and so did their parents and their parents as well." (Y/N) told him. "Sarah's dad came here too."

"Damn."

"Yeah.. My mom would kill me and Topper if we didn't go here." (Y/N) sighed.

"And you?"

"I've never really thought about going to college." John B replied as (Y/N) took out his ringing phone. 'Topper' was the contact.

"Uh-oh." (Y/N) showed him the contact, grinning.

"What would he think if he knew you were here with me?" John B grinned as (Y/N) chuckled.

"I'd have a public execution. My crime? Treason." (Y/N) replied. John B gasped softly.

"For being a Pogue sympathizer?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, oh my goodness." John B made the phone motion with his hand. (Y/N) did the same.

"You've gotta be careful fraternizing with the enemy, Axsel." John B said.

"Wait a minute. Did he kidnap you? Or drug you?" John B asked. (Y/N) let a smile slip.

"Nei, I came on my own recognizance." (Y/N) giggled.

"Oh. Do we know this enemy?"

"Ja. You snitched on him to the Big Boss."

"Oh, no, no. It's not that dirty Pogue, is it?"

"He is not what you think." (Y/N) shook his head lightly.

"Goodness gracious, he's working some good psyops on you, Ax." John B scratched his forehead. "He's a smooth operator."

"He really isn't." (Y/N) laughed as John B pretended to hang up the phone.

"He's really clumsy, randomly does finger guns.. And.. He seems to be too shy to make a move." (Y/N) smiled. John B lightly flushed, teeth catching his bottom lip.

"Come on." (Y/N) smiled. "Better be careful, Axsel. Once a Pogue, always a Pogue." They entered Chapel Hill, going up some steps.

"20 questions-"

"Again?"

"-Why are we here?" (Y/N) looked at him.

"The price of the ticket is intel. Tell me." (Y/N) stopped and faced him. John B sighed.

"Alright.. On pain of death?"

"Mhm."

"I'm on a treasure hunt." John B told him. (Y/N) blinked, staring at him.

"Like.. X marks the spot?" (Y/N) asked.

"More or less. I have reason to believe that Denmark Tanny was the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant wreck." John B said. (Y/N) blinked, brows furrowing.

"Which is why he had all that gold? Cause he ran, or probably swam, away with it?" John B nodded. (Y/N)'s lips parted.

"So.. The 'map' to that treasure is one of his belongings." (Y/N) mumbled. John B nodded.

"I'll go talk to the librarian." (Y/N) walked away. John B let out a sigh of relief, glad (Y/N) believed him. The librarian led them to another room, showing them up the stairs and getting all of the belongings.

"Ready?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him.

"Ready." John B smiled. They put on gloves and started looking through everything, trying to find clues or hints.

"He bought slaves and freed them. He was accused of inciting revolt.. This was before the Civil War." (Y/N) told him, looking away from the news article he had been reading.

"It's why they hanged him." John B picked up a Bible, opening it and reading the names and birthdays.

"His three sons." (Y/N) mumbled. John B picked up another paper.

"A picture of gold." (Y/N) hummed.

"British gold.. The type that was on the Merchant." John B glanced at (Y/N), smiling. They continued to look.

"This is his last correspondence." (Y/N) said, showing him the letter.

"That's.. That's in Gullah, the lost Creole language." John B pointed out. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"Know anyone that can read it?" (Y/N) asked. John B nodded, taking a picture. (Y/N) looked it over.

"He wrote this to Robert, his son, on the day he died.. In a language only they could understand." (Y/N) leaned back in his seat.

"That has to mean something." John B mumbled. (Y/N) nodded.

"I have fifteen missed calls from Topper.. Three from mom." (Y/N) told him, chuckling softly. "Good thing we completed the mission. Make my funeral lit, will ya?"

"Yeah, of course. Drinks for everybody." They shared a laugh. John B cleared his throat.

"Speaking of the mission.. You're way better than I expected." John B said, a bit shyly. (Y/N) smiled.

"You're not what I expected either." (Y/N) chuckled. John B faked being shocked.

"Totally ADD. I thought you were this surfer bro who liked to party, smoke weed, and fight."

"You just described JJ."

"Yeah, I realized it as I said it." (Y/N) chuckled, smiling.

"But.. You're actually super funny, bit of a weirdo... Pretty charming." (Y/N) looked at him. John B licked his lips, giving a small nod.

"So.. When we get back.. What's it gonna be like?" John B asked, anxiously waiting for an answer. (Y/N) licked his lips.

"Uhm.. Like always?" (Y/N) said, shrugging as John B nodded.

"I'll go back to being Topper's gay twin brother who breaks up fights and has no friends other than Sarah Cameron." (Y/N) shrugged. "I had loads of fun." (Y/N) assured, patting his thigh. John B offered a small smile.

"I did too." He looked forward. It started to rain as the ferry got back. They got off, walking in the rain.

"Guess we'll have to say goodbye to Vlad and Axsel. So, if we see each other on the street-"

"Yes, of course. I am a true professional." John B grinned, using the accent again. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

"Been a pleasure working with you, comrade." (Y/N) stuck his hand out. John B took it, slowly shaking it. John B didn't let go when (Y/N) went to pull his hand back.

"I have something to confess." John B said.

"You didn't kill someone, did you?" (Y/N) asked. John B snorted and shook his head.

"I.. I've been in love with you since the day I started working for Ward. You were always kind to me, even when Topper got annoyed at you for it. You never insulted me or any Pogue. You were considerate and always greeted us with only kind words. I love that you don't care about rich or poor and you just see people for who they are. If you don't want anything to do with me from now on, I'll be fine with it. I had the greatest day of my life and I spent it with my longtime crush. I-" John B was cut off by (Y/N) leaning forward and kissing him, arms wrapping around him. John B stumbled back a bit but kissed him back, tension and anxiety leaving his body. (Y/N) gently cupped his face.

"I want this too.."

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