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philomena-famulok · 3 months
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In die Nacht
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I miss them, your honor
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Pick roses at night.
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companionjones · 9 months
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At Night
Pairing: John B Routledge x Reader + JJ Maybank
Fandom: Outer Banks (Netflix)
Summary: JJ crawls into bed with you and John B one night.
Warnings: Nothing
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    It was a little after midnight. You were fully asleep when you heard John B’s door creak open.
    “Yo. Yo, guys. Are you awake?” JJ was standing in the doorway.
    “I am now,” you replied, not opening your eyes.
    Behind you, you heard John B groan as he woke up.
    JJ fully entered the room. “Great. You guys wanna watch a movie?” He hopped into bed next to you and pulled the blankets over himself.
    John B propped himself up on his elbow. “Right now?”
    “Yeah. Why not?” JJ shrugged as he turned on the TV.
    “Because--” John B was about to argue, but you softly pet his head to get him to stop talking.
    “What’s got you coming to us, Jayj?” you asked kindly.
    He shrugged it off. “My dad’s been acting out again, so I’m spending the night over here--”
    “No,” you specified, “What’re you doing in here?” Your voice was still as gentle as before.
    “Oh,” he nodded, “You know, it was just...dark in the living room...and lonely...”
    John B smiled, reached behind you, and ruffled JJ’s hair. “I get it, dude. You can stay with us whenever, okay?”
    JJ got a little smile on his face.
    You followed that up with a kiss on JJ’s cheek. “Johnny and I are gonna go back to sleep. You watch your movie. We’ll be right here, okay?”
    JJ’s smile grew. “Thanks, guys.”
    “No problem,” John B yawned, laying back down.
    “Goodnight, JJ,” you bid.
    “‘Night, guys,” JJ responded before you fell back asleep.
    It must’ve been hours later when you woke up again. The TV was off, and it wasn’t light out yet. You realized you were laying on your back. Your arms were both curled up by your head. Your arms were also laying across JJ and John B’s chests, and your hands were curled to the tops of their heads. You were looking at your boyfriend, John B. You smiled, then turned to look at JJ. You nuzzled your forehead against his, and went back to sleep.
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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, you should check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3
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ltwilliammowett · 3 months
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Whaling, by Marek Ruzyk (1965-)
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oldfarmhouse · 4 months
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https://www.instagram.com.thelongawaitedhome
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kitty-c4t · 2 years
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Sundrop seems like an anxious guy, is there anything y/n does to help calm him down~?
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metamorphesque · 4 months
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Deeply lost in the night. Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night. All around people are asleep. It's just play acting, an innocent self-deception, that they sleep in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses, in sheets, under blankets; in reality they have flocked together as they had once upon a time and again later in a deserted region, a camp in the open, a countless number of men, an army, a people, under a cold sky on cold earth, collapsed where once they had stood, forehead pressed on the arm, face to the ground, breathing quietly. And you are watching, are one of the watchmen, you find the next one by brandishing a burning stick from the brushwood pile beside you. Why are you watching? Someone must watch, it is said. Someone must be there.
Franz Kafka, At Night
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thissweetenamor · 6 months
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shittyutmv · 5 months
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your artstyle is so skrunkly skrimbl pathetic it probably feels like waking up from a restless sleep and yoiu feel all skruffy anf ucked up (/positive)(/aff
me when i lie down at 3pm and suddenly wake up at 1am feeling like time has left me behind , and in the distance, i hear the train wail as it rumbles over the tracks , and i’m hungry like i’ve never been before, a sickened, starved dog waiting at the station for my owner to come home (thank you literally one of th e best compliments ever)
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philomena-famulok · 8 months
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©Philomena Famulok
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janasojka · 2 years
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Pink, pick roses at night.
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