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skiesofthesketchy · 2 years

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love this — the angst is unreal 🖤

Ten things I hate about you

soo there is it!! i’m very sorry for any mistakes

lmk what you guys think, your feeback is the most important!! ty and ily all xx

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“I hate the way you talk to me…

"Hey, Kook princess!” A familiar voice screamed behind your back, but you didn’t even bother to look at him. You already know who it was since no one else call you Kook princess with so much mockery than JJ Maybank. His job is to laugh at you and he enjoys it very much.

“I know you heard it, princess!”

Daddy’s girl or just princess was the other nicknames he use very often and you hated every single one of them.

“What do you want, douchebag?” You snap turning around and you almost throw your cup of liquor in his handsome face. Yeah, he irritates the shit out of you on a daily basics, but you admitted to yourself only that he’s one of the most handsome man you ever saw. He don’t have to ever know that.

You kind of caught JJ off guards. He didn’t wanted to tell you something, he just messed with you because that’s the only way he get to talk to you. And now that you actually give him the chance to speak, he doesn’t know what to say to you.

“So?” You raise your eyebrows at him, your arms at your chest and your cheeks a slightly red because of all the booze and the dancing around with your Kooks friends. JJ looks at you, analyzing your features and the way your body looks in that yellow dress and he just can’t think straight and lie to you.

“You look pretty tonight.”

You don’t even have the time to think about what to say because he just walks away from you, going back to the Pogues like nothing happened. But your first reaction is to genuinely smile, happily like a little girl who get noticed by her first crush.

And you probably were one.

… and the way you cut your hair.

“You think he would do a good job?” JJ asks for 100 times in that day. You sigh as you let aside the old Vogue magazine you were looking into, waiting for your hairdresser to be ready for your boyfriend.

“I told you this many times Jay, but yes. He would do a perfect job.” You chuckle a little as JJ is running a hand through his long blond locks. He looks amazing and very hot like this, but it’s time for a little change. “How can you trust John B to cut your hair and not a professional hairdresser?”

“It happened one time and we were shitfaced, so…” JJ says laughing and you quickly do the same, the little room now full with your colorful laughs.

“Don’t worry. You will look just like Rafe after it.” You casually say and you can see how big his eyes got, you biting on your lip to stop you from laughing and ruin your joke. Bobby, your hairdresser, got into the room just in time and you wink at them, especially at your boyfriend.

“I’ll kill you.” He mutters to you after sitting down onto the chair in front of a big fancy mirror and you laugh happily because you know he won’t.

Twenty minutes later, JJ gets up from his chair and you can see the smile playing on his plump lips. His hair is still long enough to run his fingers through it, but shorter on side parts and at the back. He looks even hotter now with a fresh cut. How’s that even possible?

“So…” You smile as you walk out of the salon.

“Don’t say it.” He says quickly, knowing you well enough to anticipate your next words.

“I told you.” You say it anyway and you jump onto his back, forcing him to carry you back to the car.

I hate the way you drive my car.

“Fucking hell, JJ! Please, look at the damn road!” You scream and pull the steering wheel. He was too busy looking at Pope who was laughing onto the back seat.

Smoking on a hill at the sunset was a very good idea back then, but now you realized that JJ has to drive your mom’s car back to your house since you don’t have a driving licence. JJ driving was already a hard pill to swallow, but him high off his ass and driving? That’s another level.

“Damn, you almost smashed that car!” Pope is laughing with not a single worry in the world and you want to slap them both right now.

“At least I’m not driving.” JJ says with a smirk towards his friend, still smoking a blunt and driving way past the speed limit. They both burst into laughs again and you just can’t hold your anger anymore.

“Is not fucking fun!” You yell catching their attention and for a few seconds they got quiet until your boyfriend speaks with a lower voice.

“Momma’s mad.”

He looks at you only for a second and that was more than enough. The car got off the road and stopped right into a tree. Luckily, JJ slowed down when you screamed and that probably saved your life. You wanted to scream when you felt the impact, but you just couldn’t and the three of you stayed in silence for a while, not knowing what to do.

“My mother is gonna kill me.” You mutter for yourself and JJ opens his mouth, ready to say something to calm you down but you stop him with your index finger pointing at him. “And I’m gonna kill you.”

I hate it when you stare.

“She really did that? Omg” You scream while laughing with the rest of the Pogues, leaning your head on Kie’s shoulder as you can feel tears on your cheeks. Nights like these when you all are around a bonfire with cold beer and some weed, telling stories and jokes are your favourites. Even more than any party.

You catch JJ looking at you as lean your body towards him, smiling but still having some tears in your eyes. As you lock your eyes with his you can see something different glaring back at you. Something you don’t know how to explain. Maybe awe? Adoration? Love?

“Why are you staring like that, you creep?” You say amused but only for him to hear and you bite on your lower lip as his fingers slowly grab a piece of your hair, moving it away from your face. Soft little gestures like this made you fall hard for him in just one month of relationship.

“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You take a few seconds to realize what he just say to you only because you expected something like “you have something on your face” or “your laugh is ugly” because you are kind of insecure about it, but in his eyes you are the most beautiful girl. And not just outside, like most boys see you, but on the inside.

You can’t say anthing because you get really emotional at his words, instead you just pull him into a kiss long and deep enough to hear disapproving shouts coming from your friends. You and JJ show them your middle fingers while smiling into the kiss, not ready to be apart yet.

I hate your big dumb combat boots…

“Come on, baby! Are you ready?” JJ screams for you to hear. He’s been waiting in your living room, playing on the Playstation for what feels like hours. The others are already surfing without you by now and JJ loves to be the first onto the waves.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Couldn’t find my new bathing suit.” You say and you know JJ will forgive you when he will see your new sexy black suit. You bought it especially for him.

“Can’t wait to see it, but come on. We have to-…”

“Wait.” You stop on the last step of the stairs and watch his combat boots. JJ groans because you’re not hurrying to leave at all and you groan because he’s still wearing them.

“Jay, can’t believe you’re wearing boots when there is a heat wave…Seriously. You are gonna sweat your ass off. ” You mutter while coming closer to him, wearing your comfortable pink flip flops.

“The girl with flip flops is talking about my boots? You should keep your pretty big mouth closed.”

“Or?” You ask and a smirk is quickly to rise on JJ’s face. He knew you gonna say that.

“Or I will make sure to close it for you, baby.”

…and the way you read my mind.

“Guys, you know what I’m craving sooo bad right now?” You yell out of nowhere, making John B jump in his place in the hammock. You are on your period and you’ve been a mess all day. The heat is already insupportable and the pain you feel in your lower stomach make it even worse for you as you lay on the porch’s floor with a warm bottle on your stomach, hoping the pain will go away.

“What’s that?” Kie asks, understanding your pain.

“Burgers and melon ice cream.” You smile, thinking at your favourite ice cream flavor and your friends chuckle a little. Right now that’s all you need: some ice cream and your boyfriend back from work.

“I will text JJ and he’ll get you some. Okay?” Pope says with an amused grin and you nod your head, your smile fanding into a frown as you’re in pain again. “I forgot there is no signal.”

You close your eyes, but after a few minutes of hearing them talking about the hurricane that was here days ago, you also hear a motorbike you can recognize it from anywhere. JJ got up from it and as he does the Pogue salute with John B, Pope and Kie you can see a bag in his other hand.

“Hello baby” You get up a little and manage to smile at him, ignoring the constant pain. He smiles back at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and your lips.

“Hello beautiful. How are you feelin’?” He asks because in the morning when he got up from work, you were still asleep and you stained the sheets. That didn’t mattered to him, but he assumed that you are not feeling too good now. Periods are awful, he knows from Kie.

“The pain is killin’ me and I wanted some…”

“Ice cream?” He raises his eyebrows to you and opens the bag, pulling out your favourite melon ice cream, some chocolate and burgers for all of you. Your friends are looking at you, all speechless and JJ saw it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He says, confusion all over his face.

“I just said I wanted ice cream and a burger…” You say and you almost forget about the pain because emotions take now control over you and your body. So much that you can feel tears in your eyes.

“You know me so well!” He pulls you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your body as he’s softly kissing the top of your head.

“‘Course I do. I got you, sweet girl.”

I hate you much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right.

“What a hell of a shortcut you knew, Pope! Thank you!” JJ says with a roll of his eyes and you look around, trying to recognize something but there are just trees. There’s nothing you can actually recognize.

“Well, it was a good camping night guys.” Kie says with sarcasm fulling her tone and everyone quickly starts arguing for nothing.

“Hey, hey! Chill out” You say, knowing this is going nowhere and you speak again after a short moment of thinking. “I think we have to go to the left.”

“What? Bullshit. We have to go straight” Your boyfriend says and you put your arms in your hips, looking at him and already starting to get angry.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I’m the best at orientation and-…” You just can’t shup up so you interrupt him.

“Who ever said this, hm?”

“Well, actually no one. But I’m better than you anyway.”

“Oh, bite me. We are going left.”

“No, we’re not.”

And you should shut up right there because after a huge fight, you went straight and you find the camping spot.

After loading off the Van, JJ loosely grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. A proud smirk on his lips as he’s talking to you.

“Do you have something to say, [Y/N]? An apology maybe?”

You frown not wanting to do that, but when you try to move away from him, he pulls you even closer to his side.

“I can’t hear you yet.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re enjoying this too much. You were right, okay?”

“Don’t worry” He peck your pouting lips. “I still love your stubborn ass.”

I hate it when you lie.

“JJ, tell me the truth. You did it?” You ask and you watch him impatiently, hoping to hear what you wanted and not be a lie. “You pulled the gun at Topper?”

He already lied to you a few days ago when it happened. You weren’t there as you were stuck at a family dinner and later he didn’t wanted to ruin the first night between you two. So he didn’t told you what happened at the boneyard. Even if he knew you will eventually find out.

He just hoped it won’t be that soon.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why would you lie to me, Jay?” You slowly ask and you take a step back, for the first time ever feeling really disappointed in him. He can see it on your face. He gets up from the stairs, trying to grab your hands in his, but you reject his gesture and you can see the hurt flashing in his beautiful eyes.

“Don’t act like this, baby…Come on. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

“It’s not? Do you really think that? Cause I think it is!” Your voice is higher by a tone and you don’t want to turn this into a screaming match, so you just take another step back. “I need to calm down, okay? Don’t call or text. I’ll do it when I will get over it.”

JJ said nothing as he’s watching you leave the Chateau’s backyard and he can’t stop the feeling that he’s letting you leave for good. But you said that you’ll call.

And you will. He hoped so.

I hate when you make me laugh…

“Stop, stop it now please!”

Everyone who’s hearing you right now would think that you are getting hurt or something. Thank God that John B doesn’t have any neighbors because you are just begging JJ to stop tickling you as you laugh so hard you can barely breath properly.

… even worse when you make me cry.

“You want what?” You ask, your voice cracking even if you try so hard to keep yourself in one piece in front of him. You’re pride is too important for you, but is getting hard to lock your tears in.

“A breakup. I’m sorry [Y/N], I really am but…” He looks away from you, trying to find his words and when he looks at you again, his eyes are watery too. How dare he? How can he be the one crying when he’s the one taking the decision? “I don’t feel good anymore. I feel like I’m caged up and I’m not that type of guy. I’ll never be. I know that’s what you wanted princess, but-…”

He didn’t saw it coming, but that nickname made you slap him across the face. His head is now turn to the left, a red mark of your hand imprimed on his cheek.

“I guess I deserve that. But I can’t be what you want and you know it…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You don’t even realize that you are crying that hard, not until you hear yourself sobbing and gasping for air in front of him. His face is a blurry vision for you, you can’t really see him anymore because of the waves of tears, the pain shattering you inside.

“No, shut up! You’re not sorry. Don’t sell me shit.” You scream and you run your shacking fingers through your hair. You wipe your eyes with your palms, trying to stop the tears and instead you just ruined your mascara.

“Please, don’t hate me.”

Tears are wetting his cheeks as well and you simply can’t stand there with him anymore. You shake your head, still watching him while you slowly take steps back. You need to get out of here before you fall apart for good in front of him. You can’t be more pathetic than you already are, humiliating yourself for a guy when all you wanted to do was to love him.

“Don’t hate me. Please, don’t.” He says again and you want so bad to scream that you do hate him for breaking your heart, but you can’t. Your lips can’t move as you just walk away, almost running with a hand to your mouth stopping a scream.

I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.

When you walked into the house with your hair and clothes soaked wet from the rain, your makeup smashed all over your face and your eyes puffy from all the crying, your mother already knew what happened. He wanted to say “I told you” because she really did told you that the Maybank boy is just trouble and you didn’t listened to her. And as she hold you, she hoped that you didn’t get to love him, that you will be fine after a few hours of sleep or a day or two. But now it’s been two week and nothing could get you out of your room. Not even Kie and Sarah, your best friends.

You felt pathetic as you kept watching your phone screen, waiting for him to call you. To text you, to do anything to get to you. You even deleted his number, knowing you would want to call him and you did it anyway with a private number. He answered and you both stayed in silence for two whole minutes. He knew it was you and he was smiling with tears in his eyes. You didn’t care that knew.

Listening to his silence was better than nothing at all. His absence was killing you.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.

You think that Kie, Sarah, Pope or John B are knocking at your door now, trying their best to get you out of the house. You went out with them for a few days for a few hours while you know JJ was working and before you had to meet him, you would left. But you open your door now and you can’t leave.

You don’t know what to say. There’s nothing to say as you both are looking at each other. You can see on him the same dark circles that you see everyday on you. You are wearing his shirt and he’s wearing your hairband at his wrist. You blink a few times just to stop yourself from crying again.

“What are you doing here, JJ?” You ask after seeing that he’s beating himself up to say something and he can’t find his words.

“I-…I don’t know.” You can see how dilated and red his eyes are. He’s stoned and your heart sting at the thought of him being here only because of this, because he can’t think straight.

“Okay.” You want to close to door, but his combat boot got into your way stopping you. “What do you want from me? I gave you everything I had, I tried to be the best girlfriend and-…And it wasn’t enough. What more can I give you beside myself, hm?”

Not even close…

“What?” JJ slowly ask, shocked to hear that you are thinking this way. All this time he was sure that you hate him, despite him and regret ever welcoming him into your perfect life only for him to ruin it, but you were doing the opposite.

You think that there’s something wrong with you, not with his damaged ass. You think that you aren’t good enough, when in fact you are more than he can handle. That’s the problem: you are too much, too precious and too good and he’s the dirty douchebag who just found a diamond and he doesn’t know his true value, he doesn’t know what to do with it. In JJ’s point of view, that was your relationship like.

“Why wasn’t I enough for you?” You voice crack and you fall, but JJ catches you into his arms before you can hit the floor. He walks into your house, holding you tight at his chest while taking a sit on the couch. That damn couch when he made love with you for the last time.

“You are enough, babe. You always were enough, but I’m not.”

“Fuck you!” You scream while crying and you try to break his hug around your body, but there’s no way he’s letting you go away from him again. “How can you say that? Don’t you see?”

“See what?” You raise your head from his chest, his fingers tracing lines on your cheeks. He wipes your tears and you do the same with his.

“You can’t see that I don’t hate you? I wish I could hate you. But I can’t….

…not even a little bit…

"I’m not even close to that….

…not even at all…”

“You broke my heart into pieces and I can’t hate you at all.”

JJ is the one who’s crying now. You never saw him like that before, not even after the worst fight with his father. Sobbing that hard while holding you tight, his head into your chest as he keeps repeat “I’m sorry” and “please forgive me”.

“I’ve never been loved like this, [Y/N] and-…I kept telling myself that I don’t deserve it, that you try to change me because you don’t love the piece of shit I actually am and…And I almost lost you because of that.”

“Don’t ever say that. You are amazing and you deserve love and happiness.”

You kiss the top of his head, his forehead and his salty lips before pulling his head back at your chest, both of you trying to calm down. This shouldn’t happen, but you know that this is gonna bring you even closer to each other.

“Do you still love me? Like you did before.” You ask with a little smile playing on your lips. JJ raise his head to look at you and his eyes speaks even before his lips.

“Yes. I’m crazy for you, [Y/N].” You both meet in a sweet kiss before he pulls away, his forehead pressed against yours. “Do you-…?”

“Yeah, I do. I do love you, JJ. You have no idea how much.”

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skiesofthesketchy · 2 years

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Still want you - JJ MAYBANK X READER

hello loves

you can call me Den and this is my first JJ Maybank fic and god how much i enjoyed to write it!!i hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

also i got inspired to write this by the song named “Still want you” by ZHU. I think the lyrics really match JJ in the show as well and i love it

i really wanna hear your true opinion on it or you can send me requests because i will def write them as soon as i can!!

“I should be so hurt

‘Cause your rejection is so obvious…”

You walk down the beach, waching the big waves and John B and JJ riding them with laughs imprinted on their stupid faces you love so much. Kie and Sarah are there as well, standing on the hot sand with their swimsuits on, so as you approach them you take off your shirt and short pants, doing the same with your pair of black Vans. You glared at your boyfriend, but he seemed like he didn’t was aware of your presence yet. He was laughing, standing on the surf board and getting lost into the waves, his wet blonde hair a mess on his head. You were staring, but you just couldn’t help yourself. After a year of friendship and three months of relationship, he still have the power to leave you speechless with how amazing he is.

“Stop drolling, [Y/N]” Kie says laughing and you and Sarah imediatelly laugh with her, you having a bashful smile on your pink lips as you push a piece of hair behind your ear. You falled really damn hard for JJ Maybank.

While you were talking with the girls about the turtles and saving them after the hurricane from three days ago, John B and JJ got out of the water and approached you. But you frown in surprise and confusion as you send JJ a big ass smile, excited to finally have his presence next to you and he only waved at you, walking right into the Chateau after.

“What’s wrong with him?” Sarah asked with a frown and you don’t know what to say. You just let your fingers into sand and looked away from their confused glares. You are just as confused as they are.

“I wish I would know too..”

“John B?” Kie says with a raising eyebrow, looking at the boy who was surprisingly silent.

He just shrug while pulling Sarah closer to his wet body.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! don’t know anything.”

You didn’t really trusted him, but you tried to ignore the knot that is growing inside your stomach.

“It’s just a JJ thing. He will come around, don’t worry [Y/N].”

But how could you? How could you not worry about JJ when that’s your job? Taking care of his impulsive ass.

“Damn, who pissed in JJ’s bong?” Pope asked with a frown as he approached you and the Pogues laughed a bit. He was just walking out of the Chateau and JJ didn’t even saw him, almost catching him between the door and the wall.

You wanted to laugh too and you tried to, but it seemed so fake.

“And I feel stupid and I cry

And I cry and I cry and I cry…”

Days later, JJ’s mood became something more than that. He was avoiding you and everyone saw it. The pogues keep telling you to have no worries, that this is something he always does and it was partially true. He has days once in a while, usually after going home, when he get really moody and his temper is shorter than usual, but back then he was never cold and indifferent towards you and the Pogues. He was still your funny and warm JJ, but just a little more angry wich always excited you, especially when you were alone. But now it was different and you just couldn’t stay like this anymore. The knot in your stomach is so big now that you have breathing issues everytime you see him leaving the Chateau as soon as you walk in.

But today you gonna talk. You didn’t care, not even another hurricane would stop you from it.

The Pogues were out on a double date, which should involve you and JJ too, but apparently you don’t act like a couple anymore. You guess that was his way of telling you to fuck off, but it hurt even more than actually hearing it from him.

“Do we have any food left?” He ask as he walks into the Chateau, thinking that he’s talking with John B.

“Yea, some cold pizza.” You say with a stern voice and you put your arms at your chest, watching him. You can’t really read his face when he saw you, but clearly it wasn’t happiness. He groaned and turned around to walk out, you stopping him by grabbing his arm.

“JJ, what the fuck? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Nah, you’re pretty smart actually.” He simply says and shrug while walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for that pizza you were talking about.

You can’t believe how ignorant he was. It drives you insane, but you tried your best to remain calm.

“Why are you treating me like this? Like shit?”

“I’m not, that’s who I am. The door is right there if you don’t like it, princess.”

You shut your eyes and look at him, falling apart on the inside as you still try to look calm on the outside. He wasn’t seeing your face as he was still turned to the fridge, but you’re sure that he knows what he’s doing to you right now. Calling you “princess” wasn’t a compliment or a joke as he used to. It was a insult. Reminding you that you are not one of them and you will never be.

“What? JJ…What the fuck? Why-Why are you doing this to me?” You don’t even try to hide your tears as it filled your eyes, blurring your vision of him when he turned to you.

“Don’t start with emotional shits now, okay? How long have we been together anyway? 3 weeks? Not a big deal.” He grabbed a beer instead of any food and walked past you, but you move in front of him, not letting him go away from you again.

“Stop fucking lying and acting like this! This is not you, J…You love me and I know it. This is not you, baby. Just talk to me…” Your voice crack while you screamed with tears wetting your cheeks and chin. You realizing that he’s lying to you because he was always excited to remaind you how long you made it together. And hearing that it wasn’t a big deal when you give him your virginity, broke your heart in your chest in tiny pieces that stabbed your lungs, your everything, ripping you apart on the inside.

You gasp for air, not able to control yourself anymore and he throws the beer can into the door, spilling it everywhere. His whole body was tensed, his jawline and fists clenched. This was the most of emotions he had show to you in the last week.

“You’re just a kook, a spoiled daddy’s girl, how can you truly know who I am? You don’t know shit about me and my life, [Y/N]” He screams in your face and you’re whole body is shacking in pain, but you don’t take any step back. You’re stunned.

“Cause you’re not tellin me shit, JJ! You’re not telling me anything and you fucking expect me to understand you. I may not be one of you and you will never find enough in me, but I’m trying my best for fucks sake! How can I do that when I don’t even….”

You shut your mouth, watching his face as you wipped your tears away. Inside of him there was a storm that was ripping apart every piece of him because of hurting you right now. But he just can’t help it. People always leave and especially when you are rich as fuck and you have a lot more opportunites than a stupid Pogue. Why woud you stay? For what?

“You don’t even what?” He asks with a lower voice and you let out another sob, glaring right into his blue icy eyes as you talk.

“Maybe you’re true. Maybe I don’t know how you are at all.”

“Yea” He just nods his head and his wet eyes followed your body as you walked out of the Chateau, your hand covering your mouth to shut down the scream that you need to let it out.

You got into your car and you let your head on the steering wheel as you cry in silence, hearing the waves and the loud rock music that was coming from the Chateau.

How could you be this stupid? You really did believe that things will work out for you, you got along so well and you put your whole heart on the table. For him to just throw the fucking table away.

“But then I tell myself that it will be okay

But it’s not true, I still want you…”

You forgot how going out felt like.

After almost a month of not leaving your house at all, you finally accepted to go to the beach party this night. But you didn’t wanted to go with Kie and Sarah since you know they will hang out with JJ as well, so you just went with the Kooks, some of your girl friends from high school.

You keeping telling yourself that you will be fine to see him again. That you have to show him how okay you are after he broke your stupid heart. But finally seeing him at the bonfire caught you off guards and your eyes became wet. You can feel his glare on you and when you finally have the courage to make eye contact with him, you need all the strength you find in yourself to keep your calm.

He looked just as bad as you, but he was still breathtaking handsome. Even with dark circle around his eyes, a little beard growing and bloodshot tired eyes. He wasn’t joking or laughing with the others, he wasn’t flirting with the Tourons around him. He wasn’t JJ and you weren’t yourself. You couldn’t be without each other and when he sent you a little sad smile you know he realized it too.

It’s weird that after breaking your heart and calling you out without even a damn reason, you still find yourself wanting him. Your body and your heart still ache for him and his touch.

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about

All the things that we’ve been through… ”

You got up from Jessica to go to fill your cup again. Drinking makes you feel a little better and this month you really took advantage of that, drowing the memories and feelings with fancy wines and champagnes, not even trying to hide that from your father.

You almost scream when a firmly hand is placed on your mouth and pull you more into the woods. You know who this is without turning around.

“You scared the shit outta me…Stop doing that” You talk like you were cool again and you both realized that, your uncomfortable smiles showing it. He scratch the back of his neck as he put a few meters between you two. You felt that right into your heart, but he was just doing it because he know that he’s not really able to control himself around you.

“How are you?” He asks and you roll your eyes.

“This is what we gonna have now? Small talks?”

“I just wanna know if you are doing well, [Y/N].”

You want to say yes. But he raise his eyebrows at you, watching you with his clear eyes. Their color is darker now because the weak light only coming from the moon, but you know his features way too well. You used to admire and analyze him every morning when you woke up first on the couch at the Chateau. That became JJ’s room and then you and JJ’s room. You didn’t have much, but you were beyond happy.

“No, J. I’m not.”

“Lately, I regret all the fucked up

Things that I’ve put you throug…”

He is looking like he’s thinking really hard at something and you give him some time. You both remaining quiet for some moments, still hearing music, laughs and screams from the beach party.

“[Y/N] I’m sorry for everything I said to you. I had to. But…I-I don’t think I can go on without you there, princess.”

You shut your eyes at the nickname. He used it again and this time it wasn’t a insult like the last time.

“Why-Why did you do it?”

He hesitated, but your wet eyes are locking with his and he knows that he can’t get away with it anymore.

“Your father talked to me. He told me that if I keep the relationship with you, you won’t be going to college. That he will get you out in the street.” You can see the pain on his face as your own changed from the pain of hearing that.

Your own father did that…

You thought about ending your life and all of that because your father.

You let out a loud sob as you ran into his strong warm arms, him quickly grabbing you. He’s holding your face at the crook of his neck as you keep crying and screaming that you can’t believe that.

“I couldn’t destroy your future. You wanna go to the college. I don’t-…I can’t ruin that for you.”

You bit on your lip as tears fall on the hot skin of his neck. You close your eyes, slowly being calmed down by his presence, by the warmth of his body and his touches on your skin. You lift your head and he leans his head closer to yours, your foreheads pressed together as you whispered with your eyes now open and partially dry.

“I guess you will have a rommate at the Chateau. If that’s okay…”

“W-what?”

“Still tryna learn to be personal

Still uncomfortable being me

Still tryna learn to be vulnerable…”

“Yea, if that’s okay…You’re more important than a stupid college, JJ.”

His warms wraps around your waist, keeping you close to him and locking your eyes together. You gently touch his dark circle with the tip of your fingers and you slowly and softly kiss them, your hands running through his hair.

“I don’t wanna ruin your future, [Y/N]..Mine is ruined. If I would do that to yours, I wouldn’t be able to ever forgive myself.”

“You won’t, baby stop saying that. What if-What if I will work at The Wreck? Kie won’t mind that.”

He looked away for a few short moments and then softly kiss the top of your freckled nose.

“We will see that, sweet thing.” A smile is slowly playing on his plump lips and you want so bad to kiss him right now, but there’s still is one important thing.

“But you have to talk to me, JJ. We-…We can’t have a relationship when we aren’t open up to each other.”

“I hate being-…Being vulnerable and emotional.”

You whisper “i know” but you can’t keep your smile for yourself only. You look at him with pure adoration and love.

“But I swear I will try for you.”

Your heart and legs melt at his words and you pull him to your lips but he talks again, barely touching your lips with his.

“I would give you all I have, [Y/N]. All just to see you happy.”

You bring him into the kiss, your tongue quickly meeting his and as you slowly tasted each other, the knot in your stomach is long gone. You smile into the kiss because you know that he would really do anything for your happiness and he just proved that by breaking his own heart to hurt you.

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💫🌟 that’s it. that’s the show 🌟✨

#outer banks

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Dylan O’Brien as himself in Curb Your Enthusiasm (11x02)

#ok I need to see this #like NOW #dylan o'brien

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thank you for this content 🙏🏽

Favorite looks meme › JJ Maybank in season two [s1]

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#HANDS #are you fucking kidding me #that FOREARM THO #hands #this should not be allowed #WHO allowed this !?!#losing my mind #my fave Dylan phase???#no I love him long time #dylan o’brien

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not gonna lie, this is fricken good

begin again — john b routledge

part 2

summary: your co-worker invites you to a party and you immediately hit it off his cute friend.

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, weed, mentions of vomiting (lol), mentions of irresponsible drinking (if you squint? just want to warn anyone who needs it)

a/n: cheesy "ex is a douchebag" trope, i know, but couldn't get this idea out of my head! not canon at all in the sense that sarah/any actual obx plot isn't even mentioned. but lmk what ya think :)

my writing

You had not the slightest clue what you were getting yourself into when your co-worker, JJ, had invited you to come to a party tonight.

The bus boy had been inviting you to hang out with him and his friends for months now, pretty much ever since you had started waitressing at the Outer Banks Island Club.

Out of respect for your ex-boyfriend, Nate, it had never seemed appropriate for you to take JJ up on his offer. JJ was nice enough, probably your closest friend at work, and you knew he wasn’t interested in you like that—nor you him.

You guys were just work friends, messing around on your shifts and making fun of all of the kooks you had to wait on. But still, it didn't seem right to you if you were with Nate. He was usually the one taking up all of your free time anyways.

But that didn't matter anymore, seeing as Nate had broken it off with you two weeks ago. He told you that he didn’t think things were working between the two of you for a while now, which really shocked you. You had no idea he had been feeling this way until now.

Nate said he wanted someone who was more open to adventure, someone with a knack for spontaneity. The underlying implication that you weren’t able to be like that for him had hurt you worse than the break up. Your boyfriend of months had essentially grown bored of you, and the whole time you thought he liked having quiet nights in with you. He said you were always working or studying, and if you weren’t, you were too tired to do the fun things he wanted to do. But the truth was, you were never too tired to go out with Nate. You just hated how Nate acted when you guys did go out, and you honestly thought you'd been doing your relationship a favor when you stopped opting to go out, swapping parties for take out and Netflix.

But of course, that hadn't been good enough for him. It was no surprise a few days later that you heard he was out partying with another girl.

So when you clocked in one Friday morning, armed with your first heartbreak and a new determination to prove to yourself that you weren't boring, and JJ immediately struck up his tired routine of convincing you to come out that night, you agreed.

His eyes had widened like saucers.

“You're serious? Finally!” JJ exclaimed, immediately launching into the details of some house party in the Cut. "We can pick you up on the way."

You knew by 'we' JJ meant his core friend group. You didn't know any of them, not really, but you always saw them in passing at school or at the Club when they were coming to pick JJ up from work. You knew of them, or at least had heard stories of all the trouble they'd caused on both the Cut and in Figure Eight.

But you did know that one of them was really cute. You never caught his name, but the freckly brunette would always nod and smile at you whenever you made eye contact in the employee parking lot.

And now you found yourself five minutes before JJ said he'd be pulling up with his friends, finishing the last of the second White Claw you'd swiped from your older sister in order to calm your nerves.

You felt yourself thinking about how you wish Nate could see you now, makeup and outfit a far cry from how you'd normally look, bordering on tipsy, and about to hop in a car with three virtual strangers and go to a random party.

But you pushed Nate out of your mind and chugged the rest of the can, rushing out the front door once JJ texted you.

"There she is!" his voice boomed, gesturing for you to climb into the back of the beat up brown van. "Guys, this is Y/n."

A chorus of 'hello's greeted you as you got into the backseat alongside JJ, if you could call it that. A boy and a girl sat in the driver and passenger seats, turning to introduce themselves.

"I'm Pope, nice to meet you," said the driver.

"I'm Kiara, but they all call me Kie," the girl said. You nodded shyly at both of them as you settled on the bench next to JJ. You hadn't been in a social situation like this in quite some time—Nate really had been commandeering all of your time.

"Hi," a third voice said once you got settled, snapping you out of your reverie. You looked up from where you had been searching for a seatbelt, movements faltering once you made eye contact with the owner of the newest voice.

"H-hi," you basically squeak, quickly trying to cover it up by clearing your throat. "I'm Y/n."

The brown haired boy that you recognized from the Club smiles at you, the skin near his eyes wrinkling as his grin pulls wider. He really is cute, you confirm immediately, appraising his brown eyes and copious freckles. His unruly hair is tucked under a faded baseball cap, placed backwards on his head. Your eyes flicker down and notice that his shirt is partially unbuttoned, the bandana tied around his neck doing little to cover up his exposed chest. You didn't mind.

"I know," he says smoothly. "John B."

"Nice to meet you," you say.

"You too."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, I would personally like to go get shit-faced," JJ hollers, already working on rolling up a joint.

Kie just groans as Pope pulls away from your house.

"JJ, please don't embarrass us with Y/n here," she chides.

"No promises."

John B raises his eyebrows at you, as if to say 'are you ready for this?'

You don't know what comes over you, maybe the two strawberry White Claws, but you just wink back at him.

You don't miss the blush on his cheeks as he averts his eyes.

JJ had pretty much bolted as soon as the five of you pulled up to the house party, Pope and Kie wandering off too. The group had made you feel right at home as soon as you got into the van; you and Pope discovered that you were up for the same scholarship and Kie just liked having another girl around for once. And you were already comfortable around JJ, but you still felt your nerves flaring up as you watched the group dissolve. John B had taken one look at the nerves showing all over your face and chuckled, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"C'mon, let's get some drinks."

After that, he had hardly left your side the entire night. Not that you were complaining. John B was pretty much caught up in your orbit; never letting you refill your own beer, leaning in close so you could talk directly into his ear over the roar of the music about stupid kooks you guys both hated because of your jobs, even letting you take him to the living room where everyone was dancing when the new COIN song came on.

You honestly hadn't even thought about Nate since you set your sights on John B in the van. You didn't even find yourself wondering what John B's intentions were. This was a party after all, you were newly single, and you could feel the chemistry between you and John B immediately. You didn't have time to stress about where this was going; you were too busy letting the boy twirl you around while he laughed like a kid, getting lost in his kind smiles and twinkling eyes all night.

"Y'know, I'm really glad you came out with us," he says randomly, leaning in close so he can speak right next to your ear.

He places a confident hand on the small of your back, the bare gap of skin between your shorts and shirt burning at his touch. Combined with his breath on your ear, you have to will your body not to break out in goosebumps all over.

"Me too," you flirt, reaching up to fiddle with his bandana. The song changes in the background, and you're just about to commit it to memory as the song playing the first time you macked on John B Routledge.

"Y/n?"

A familiar voice snaps you out of it, hand falling to John B's chest as you pull away to see who had called out to you.

Standing behind John B is Nate, his face colored in both surprise and amusement.

"It is you. Would've never expect to see you here," he says condescendingly. John B's hand drops from your waist as he turns to look over your shoulder, Nate noticing the movement and cocking his head to the side. "Who's this?"

"Nate, this is John B," you awkwardly introduce. "John B, this is Nate."

You felt all of the confidence that the alcohol and John B's touches and attention had afforded you tonight quickly fade away as you stood under Nate's scrutinizing gaze. He wasn't looking at you jealously like one would expect an ex-boyfriend to after catching his ex-girlfriend about to kiss a new guy. No, Nate's features held the same sense of smugness and pretension that they always did, even while you were dating him.

"Uh, nice to meet you, man," John B says politely, if a bit awkwardly. He reaches out to shake Nate's hand, but Nate ignores it completely to sip his drink and continue interrogating you.

"I seriously can't believe you're here," Nate says, a bit rudely. "Do you know anyone here?"

Your face flushes with embarrassment.

"Um, my friend JJ invited me," you said quietly. Maybe if he didn't hear you, he'd walk away and leave the two of you alone.

"What, that one kid from the Club?" Nate scoffed. "See, I always knew he was trying to get in your pants."

Your eyes widened at Nate's crass words, and you quickly realize that he'd over-served himself for the night. Nate's drunken antics had always been the real reason you'd say no to going to things like this with him; he never knew how to handle himself or respect his limits, always turning into the worst possible version of himself after too many drinks.

"Dude, c'mon," John B said. He didn't know who this guy was, but he can see the growing discomfort on your face and in your posture. You're just thankful he didn't immediately dip like you'd half expected him to.

"JJ's just a friend, Nate. You knew that."

"Whatever you say," Nate concedes. His eyes are flitting up and down your body in a way that once would've made you blush, but now all it did was cause your stomach to churn. You cross your arms over your chest and tuck yourself closer behind John B, hoping Nate will just get the hint and leave you alone at this point. "C'mon Y/n/n, don't you think I should get you home-"

"Y/n!" yet another voice bellows, your back instantly supporting someone's entire bodyweight.

JJ's warm and slightly sweaty where he'd thrown himself up against you, and John B has to steady you so that you don't completely fall forward. JJ's just laughing manically and hugging you around your shoulders, and even with him behind you you can smell the liquor coming off of his breath. "Y/n, I am so happy to see you. Are you having fun?"

"JJ, dude, you good?" John B asks, prying one of his arms from around your shoulders, taking most of JJ's bodyweight off of you and helping you to hold him upright.

"John B? Oh my god," JJ gaps. "I love you guys so much. Who are you?"

You glance from JJ to Nate, who's looking slightly knocked down a peg.

"JJ, how many drinks have you had?" you ask, changing the subject before Nate could answer.

He had been swaying slightly ever since he approached you, but his face was starting to turn pale. His smile had dropped into a grimace and his eyes looked unfocused.

"Like, ten zillion," he says. You look at John B with a helpless expression, but he's already springing into action.

"Let's get him upstairs, one of the guest bathrooms should be free," John B says quickly.

You completely disregard Nate as you help haul JJ from the living room to the staircase, thankful John B is there to support most of the weight. And honestly thankful to JJ's inebriation for saving you from wherever that conversation was going.

"Almost there," John B encourages over JJ's protests. "Y/n, you good?"

"Yeah, I've got him," you say, although slightly out of breath as you make it to the top of the stairs.

"Guys, I'm fine," JJ slurs, apparently having changed his mind. "Let's just go take some shots."

He barely gets the last word out before gagging.

"Picking up the pace," John B says with a practiced eased. You could tell this probably hadn't been the first, or even hundreth, time he's handled a drunk JJ.

John B finally finds the door he's looking for, banging a hand on it firmly before throwing it open.

Thankfully nobody is inside, because JJ all but crashes to his knees before emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

"Yep, let it out," John B says, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back into the counter. He looks over at you sheepishly. "I'm gonna text Pope and tell him that we need to leave, you can wait outside if you want."

You almost look up from where you're watching JJ to tell John B you would rather die than go back out there by yourself when you gasp.

"His hair!" You quickly take the hair tie off your wrist and try to gather as much of JJ's blonde bangs as you can into it.

"Nice call," John B praises, smiling over at you. "Never thought of that before."

You shrug, matching his smile as you run a hand down JJ's back. A witty reply is wiped off your lips as Nate's figure crowds the doorway, John B immediately shooting you a questioning look. Had he really followed you up here? Nate assesses the state of JJ with disdain written all over his face.

"Seriously, Y/n? What are you doing with these losers?"

"Why do you care?" you say, patience completely worn out by this point. The toilet flushes in the background and you help JJ lean himself up against the wall.

"What are you even doing here?" Nate says, gesturing between the three of you. "This isn't you."

"Who is this clown?" JJ mutters from his place on the tiled floor. He's quite the sight with a little pony tail tied on top of his head. You see John B stifle a laugh.

"You're seriously going to stay here with these dickheads?" Nate challenges. You can feel the anger coming off of you in waves now.

"They're my friends," you say. He just scoffs.

"You know, maybe if you came to parties like this with me and weren't such a boring bitch-"

"Alright, get the fuck out," John B says suddenly, immediately standing up straight and crowding into Nate's space.

He pushes Nate out of the doorway and promptly slams the door in his face, locking it.

"Sorry," he says to you immediately. JJ starts throwing up again.

"No, thank you," you sigh in relief, letting your head drop into your hands.

Of all things you had tried to prepare yourself for tonight, seeing Nate hadn't been one of them. Now that he was gone and JJ was taken care of, you could focus on the fact that you just saw your ex for the first time since he dumped you.

You had expected to run into him in town or when the school year started, take one look at his face and go find a bathroom to cry in. But now you were in a bathroom with your co-worker and his cute friend and you didn't feel anywhere near crying. If anything, you were more concerned about Nate and JJ ruining the moment between you and John B.

And all you could think about was John B kicking him out when he called you a bitch.

"Are you okay?" John B's question breaks you out of your thoughts. His tough demeanor has evaporated now as he looks at you empathetically and brushes a hand on your shoulder. "Who was that guy?"

You hear the hesitance in his voice, realizing how that probably felt to John B: the two of you about to kiss when another guy who you clearly had a past with shows up.

"My ex," you clarify. You see realization wash over his face.

"Oh..." he trails off, considering his next words. He's silent for a beat. "So he really is a clown."

Your lips quirk up at the implication. His voice is confident, but a blush dusts his cheeks, and you almost want to brush a hand against them and feel the warmth on you finger tips.

"You have no idea."

JJ groans in the background, flushing the toilet again. You had almost forgotten he was there.

"Are you gonna be okay? Pope should be up here soon," John B directs towards JJ, but he's grabbing your hand and already tugging you towards the door. JJ just makes another noise and waves the two of you off, but not before sneaking a glance at where your hands are intertwined and rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

The two of you don't waste another moment before escaping back into the hall, John B tugging on your hand to pull you under his arm once you're downstairs again.

"Confession time," he says suddenly. And then he's gently backing you up against a wall near the bottom of the stairs. The arm around your shoulder moves to rest against the wall, effectively caging you in. "I've been begging JJ to convince you to come out with us ever since I saw you at the Club for the first time."

You blink up at him, heartbeat picking up at his words. You open your mouth to speak, kiss him, do something, but he cuts you off.

"And if the situation with your ex is still messy, believe me, I get it," he stammers. He's looking around nervously, like he's searching for the right words but his brain isn't supplying them. "But I'll just be straight up, I'm into you. And I think you're into me, but if there's anything still going on with that guy, that's fine, I just wanted to let you know—"

You tug John B's bandana down and press your lips against his as soon as your brain registers 'I'm into you.'

If John B's startled, he does a good job at hiding it—immediately pulling you closer by your hips.

"My ex is a dick," you say after pulling away to catch your breath. John B hums in recognition as he presses smiley pecks to your cheek, your jawline, and your neck before connecting with your lips again. "And ancient history, believe me."

"Once again," John B says, leaning back to place a hand on the wall above you once more. "A clown."

You just giggle and tug him back down.

#john b routledge #john b #john b fic #fic rec #outer banks

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Yeah that’s good.

#god I wish that were me #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #malia Tate #Dylan obrien

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Madelyn Cline ph. Taylor Colgate for Aro Swim

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Hahhhhhaaa ok love this 😳☺️

Friday night dinners

jj maybank x reader

summary: Friday night dinner with readers family gets a little hot.

warning: fingering [18+] language.

a/n - just a super quick idea I had :)

Friday night had rolled around again, the weekly family dinners I had been invited to since dating Y/N. I enjoyed getting to know her family and spending time with her, they were very lenient on when I could come. They understood the shit I had to deal with at home with my dad and being called into work at random times of the day when they needed me.

So here I was again sat beside my girlfriend while her parent's placed food on the table, they had gone all out and cooked three types of pasta. Apparently Italian was her little sisters favourite, which I had to agree on, Italian being in the top 5. The smell of the sauces mixed with cheese and garlic bread invaded my nostrils, I had to physically hold back a moan that sat in my throat.

“Well dig in guys” Her mum claps, she hands me one of the spoons and then the other to her husband. He nods at me to start; I turn to Y/N and give her a soft smile. “What would you like?” I question her, the edges of her mouth turn up into a smile. She points at the carbonara and places her hand on my bicep. “Only a small amount though” she whispers, her eyes trained on the spoon that I had plunged into the pot. “Thanks baby”.

I pass her back her plate and put things onto my plate, conversation flows through out the table. I have a heated debate with her little sister on what movies better out of the barbie series, which she had made me watch with her when Y/N had fallen asleep on my lap during our movie marathons.

Y/N’s hands grasp mine under the table and she sends me a soft smile before looking back over at her mum who was discussing the shit day, she had a work; I could feel her leg shaking under the table but kept quiet not wanting to cause unwanted attention on her. Her fingers play with mine until she tugs on my hand placing them on her thigh, I give her a soft squeeze and look over at her.

I am met with the familiar flush of the cheeks and hooded eyes she gets when she’s horny, her fingers curl around mine and guide me between her legs. Using all my strength to stop her movements she sends me a pleading look, her leg still shaking under my hand. “What are you doing baby?” I whisper into her ear, eyes glancing back to the table momentarily.

“Please JJ, I’ll be quiet” She begs, her eyes pleading with mine as she tugs on my hand again. This time I let her and she presses my fingers against her heat, the fabric of her panties soaked through. Biting on the inside of my cheek to suppress the moan I wanted to let out. “Thank you” she whispers.

Her body relaxes in the chair for the first time all night, scooting my chair slightly closer as my fingers curl around the material of her panties, she spreads her legs under the table placing one on top of my thigh. “Stay still” I mumble, her mother passing me the garlic bread. I use my free hand to grab a piece and bring it to my mouth, I can feel Y/N eyes on me as I chew on the bread.

Her heated stare on me as she waits for me to move my fingers, I tap my fingers softly on her throbbing clit. Her body jolts slightly but nothing to have anyone looking, her fingers grip onto the seat under her. Her knuckles whitening from the strength she is using. “So, JJ how is John B?” her dad questions me, he used to work for Ward before the business went bust and liked to check in on Y/N’s friends.

“Oh, he is good, got a job with me” I responds, my fingers sliding through her folds and teasing her entrances before pushing into her softly. My two fingers buried deep inside of her as his palm makes contact with her clit, pressing firmly before pulling away to softly massage her.

“That’s really good to hear, so work is going, okay? No more late nights?” her dad questions, I shake my head and continue to finger fuck his daughter under the table. The sound of her soft breathing only loud enough for me to notice, her nails dig into the skin on my wrist. “Yeah, mostly early mornings now that it’s heating up”.

Her dads nod his head and goes back to eating, her mum starts another conversation bringing Y/N into it. I can feel her body tense under my touch when her mum questions her on whether she was feeling alright, her eyes wide as she nods her head quickly. “Yeah course, why?” she responds, she was doing so well at keeping a straight face as my fingers curled against her g-spot, her walls pulsing around my fingers as I picked up my pace.

“You haven’t eaten much” her mum comments looking down at the plate, she had probably only taken four bites before she had my fingers inside of her. “Just some cramps, I will be fine though” she lies through her teeth, pressing her elbows into the table as she brings her bum to the edge of the chair. The new angle of my fingers in her as her hips rolling into him softly.

I can feel her orgasm coming, her thighs clenching shut and pussy throbbing around my fingers. Her body has a slight tremble to it as she takes deep breaths, suddenly he can feel a warm rush and his fingers are being covered with her juices. Her hands slam down onto the table and cause everyone to jump, her head dropped to stare at the table as she takes deep breath. “Y/N?” her mum's questions, reaching over to press the back of her hand to her head.

“Okay maybe I am not okay, I need to lay down” She lies, rubbing her face with the palms of her face to rid the sweat that had built up on forehead. I pull my fingers out of her, grabbing the napkin on the table to clean my fingers. “JJ how about you take her up? There is a hot water bottle in the bathroom” Her mums smiles, I nod and push myself to stand.

Placing my arm around her waist and pulling her to stand she leans her body weight into the side of me. “Thank you for dinner” I say, pulling their daughter towards the stairs of the house. When we are out of sight, she turns to look at me with a smirk. “Now fuck me” she states, her hands pulling at the collar of my shirt. I follow behind her like a lost puppy watching the way her ass moves when she skips up the steps.

“Someone is needy tonight”

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