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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year

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Dating Them Would Include…

Summary — Headcanons for John B Routledge from Outer Banks!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Nothing except for my new Outer Banks phase showing; cursing; physical affection (kissing, hugging, etc.); friendly teasing from the pogues.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,275. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This is for everyone who voted for John B on my recent poll. Don’t worry, “Stolen Love” will be coming very soon! 💗 ➳ Keep in mind that as of this moment, I’ve only seen a few episodes of the show, so if anything’s inaccurate according to later episodes, that’s stuff I don’t know about right now. 💗💗

he wants to keep your relationship a secret at first

not because he’s embarrassed or anything

he just wants you all to himself

“without the other pogues butting in every few seconds... what?! huh?! no, babes, i didn’t say anything! you must be hearing things!”

of course, you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him

only to hide your smile against his chest when he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug

before he suddenly collapses onto his bed, dragging you down with him and refusing to let you escape his hold as you let out a surprised yelp

anyway let’s talk about that nickname real quick

you’re not sure where “babes” came from

but after a few months of being together, you lowkey started to think john b didn’t remember your name and had resorted to that specific nickname as a replacement so he didn’t have to ask

it was something you teased him about often, poking him in the ribs and asking, “what’s my name, johnny? c’mon tell me”

but he’d only grin back at you as he grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers

he’d then whisper your name, lips brushing against yours

before finally pulling you into a quick kiss that would always pressure your antics into silence

sPeAkInG oF kIsSiNg!!

if you ever deny john b a kiss (or any type of physical affection, really), you might as well have just broken up with him

because that would’ve been way easier

he’s literally so whiny if you don’t kiss him whenever he wants

too busy trying to keep an eye on the stove so your house doesn’t end up in ruins? or simply enjoying your favorite book during one of your beach days? or even just trying to take a nap after a long, exhausting week of nothing but work?

nope! kiss him! kiss him right now, damn it! then give him another. another. another. and another after that.

thinking about that moment when he kissed kie and then went in for another after she pulled away. or when he and sarah are in the abandoned church and he just keeps going back for another moment with her, i was SCREAMING at those scenes!!

he’s always going back for more! and that’s definitely what he does to you

his lips just keep coming until your smoke alarm goes off, or he’s thrown your book into the sand, or you’re forced to leave your nap behind in order to give him the attention he so deeply craves

these situations usually turn into a moment in which you literally have to pry him off you so you can have a second to breathe

all the while he quietly grumbles something about being neglected

which you ignore because you know you’ve lowkey spoiled him over time

surprisingly, it took nearly a year for the other pogues to learn about your presence in his life

until jj ruined it for him of course

and the idea of having you to himself was brought to an end

jj had a tendency to stay over at the château without letting john b know ahead of time, which is why your boyfriend usually came to your place instead

you weren’t aware of this information though

but one night, you happened to stop by for a visit on your way to the beach for some night surfing

things didn’t quite work out that way since you ended up falling asleep next to john b during what he promised would be a quick cuddle session

liar

when you woke up the next morning, you pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead, gathered your stuff, and tiptoed out of his room

only you weren’t alone

shirtless, hair messy, and a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, jj got the living shit scared out of him when you came into the hallway

“who are you?”

“who am i?! who the fuck are you?! john b, we’re being robbed!!”

with his eyes still half-closed with sleepiness, john b came out of his room, rubbing away his leftover tiredness with the heels of his palms

after becoming somewhat coherent, he froze

staring at his lover and his best friend who both returned his gaze expectantly, jj gesturing to you with dramatic, flailing arms

instead of taking the simple route of introductions like a normal person would have,

john b decided to turn back to his room with a loud, “fuck!”

and of course, jj can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life

so it wasn’t long before kie and pope knew about you as well

(let’s be real, it was probably like twenty minutes at most before jj told them)

later that night, john b wouldn’t stop whining about how his friends were going to ‘steal you from him’

which you responded to with an irritated, “would you shut up, i’m trying to sleep, you big baby!”

“but babes—!”

“i said be quiet, john b!”

he ended up being partially correct but you would never tell him that — okay ON TO LIFE WITH THE POGUES

john b actually really enjoyed having you around when he spent time with his friends

his true love and closest companions all in one place? he never felt so loved

of course the pogues were a bit upset at first since john b never mentioned you

but then they realized they had months of teasing to make up for!!

and man, did they let your boyfriend have it!!

“they calling again, lover boy?”

“give ‘em some space to breathe, john b, nobody can survive that long with someone’s tongue down their throat”

“blink twice if he’s holding you hostage—”

“guys!”

meanwhile, you’d be trying your best to hide a smile, feeling john b’s playful glare on you if you ever laughed at their comments

but they’re his best friends so they all knew when to back off

especially since each of them could tell john b became far more at ease whenever you came around

anytime they’d take out the hms pogue for the day, you’d be at the helm while the others laughed together on the casting deck

except john b, of course, who’d stand behind you with an arm on either side of you, helping you with the controls

even though he knew you could do it yourself, he just wants to be near you

he’d lean into you from behind to kiss your cheek every now and then, hands slipping beneath your shirt to caress your skin, before resting his chin on your shoulder with a smile

he liked taking breaks in his hammock more often since the small space all but forced you against his ribcage as he tucked you beneath his arm

you’d lie with your head on his chest, an arm draped over his (usually shirtless) torso and your legs intertwined with his, creating a comfortable mess of tangled limbs

meanwhile, the arm that was wrapped around you would be gently tracing over the expanse of your lower back and hips

and his free hand always moved to stroke the skin of your arm that had found refuge on his exposed chest

occasionally, he’d tilt his head enough to kiss your forehead or temple, usually more than once

like i said before, john b always comes back for seconds when it comes to kissing AS WE HAVE SEEN!!

whenever he finally decides to stop his sweet affections, he’d turn his attention back to the horizon

where the two of you watch the setting sun

waiting for it to rise again so you can share another day together

#2023 #outer banks #outer banks headcanons #outer banks headcanon #outer banks x reader #john b headcanons #john b headcanon #john b x reader #john b routledge headcanons #john b routledge headcanon #john b routledge x reader #dating them would include

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ghxstyfae · 21 days

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Heart Eyes ♡ J.B Routledge × Mentally Ill Kook

Warnings: manipulation, paranoid schizophrenia, anxiety, obsessive gf, knife play, spanking, overstim, edging, NOT x reader, daddy kink, casual dominance, etc

Laufey met John B when she was snooping through the cut and probably chasing a raccoon through the forest

JJ and John B stopped her and asked her what she was doing there. It was pouring raininag out and tensions w/ the kooks and pogues are at an all time high

She was wearing a trashy y2k inspired fit, and her her was very long and sorta wavy/curly, neither of the boys recognized her

She told them she got into an argument with her now ex boyfriend Rafe (she of course used some very ***interesting*** words to describe him) and jumped out of his car, then walked into a park, found a raccoon and has been chasing it ever since

"We cant just leave her out here in the rain" "bro shes a kook? What if shes undercover" (jb and jj to eachother, whispering like idiots)

By the time the look back up for Laufey, She has caught the racoon and is now carefully(?) womanhandling it into submission.

Now shes walking back to the chateau beside JB, holding her new raccoon friend all "youre really handsome you know... could kill a girl with that smile" Just openly flirting w him, Jj laughing his ass off behind them

"Oh yeah im sure pretty girl, did you get hurt in the forest? You're bleeding" of course hes just going straight into daddy mode. She just laughs it off "The raccoon bit me when we tussled. Its okay i have antibiotics for rabies at home just in case... you single?" "Jesus fuck. Mhm"

When they got back home, JJ made himself food and John B took Laufey back to find a change of clothes.

"This hoodie'll be big on you but'll fit. You can try these pajama pants" handing her one of his few hoodies and womens pajama pants.

"Why do you have girls pants. I thought you were single" "getting jealous pretty girl?" "Yes."

And he was kinda hooked from that conversation. He knew it probably wasnt good or sane, but he liked the claim she felt she had in him after barely knowing eachother

Maybe it comes from his own traumas, but he adores feeling needed and wanted.

They clicked very quickly, not doing anything inherently romanatic or sexual for weeks/months, just flirting and a lot of clingyness.

The pogues got use to her being around, not that they rlly had a choice because she wouldnt seperate herself from JB.

I imagine very early into their friendship, she explained a bit about her history to him, and that connected them even more. He wanted to be there for her

Laufey grew up in a pretty rich household with three older siblings. Her mother passed away and her father was extremely abusive growing up. He doesn't physically abuse her or any of her siblings now, but the damage has been done.

When she was 13 she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. At that point she was sent off to a mental institution by her father (in her eyes to "get rid of her")

She explained to Jb that they shouldnt be friends, and she would eventually hurt him, she didnt want that

He didnt care, in a nearly toxic way the didnt care if he got hurt, he wanted her selfishly.

When they finally do get together, they are 4lifers

Laufey is absolutely obbsessed w him

He likes to do little things to take care of her, especially things that help take a bit of stress off her and make her faily life easier

Like brushing her hair and doing it in the mornings, picking out her outfits, making her food and making sure she eats, making sure she takes her meds and picking up the prescriptions, etc, etc.

Some nights are really rough. Its not all sunshine and rainbows especially after Laufey had her first big breakdown while dating him.

It started when she was left alone, and she got carried away even when he came back to her, tryning his best to ground her but instead she just called her dad and guilt trapped him into sending her enough money to buy herself a house to get an apartment on the cut with, and hid herself away in it for a weekish.

Jb realized he needed to take better care of her, he became more intune with her emotions and began to know her mind better then she did.

On rougher nights he would take of her makeup, change her clothes, wash her hair, hide her pills in food, brush her teeth for her, anything she needs

He needs it too tbh. He needs the feeling of being wanted.

Following him around everywhere, on all his adventures without a care in the world for her own safety.

Even when he tells her (in his stern daddy voice) that she'd better stay home and let him go on this one alone, because it would be so unsafe for her

Laufey of course ignored all his warnings, ("you'll take care of me daddy!!") hid herself in his boat, and sneaking up behind him once they were far enough away from the harbour for him to not want to turn back.

She got herself a spanking right then and there (although she enjoyed it)

When they finally go back home in the safety of the chateau, he had come up with actual punishments for her, for whenever they'd be needed. He had learned that edging her, overstimulating her, spanking her, making her cockwarm him, all of those were just incentives to her.

Things like taking away her vibrator, or not letting her wear any of his clothes for a bit, not doing her hair for her, etc

Speaking of incentives, he also has those set for her. The list os mostly things he wouldnt usually do, that make her horny asf.

Like cutting her, biting her (hard enough to draw blood), hunting her in the woods, etc, etc

Laufey adores fighting random cunts that try to hit on JB.

He has had to pull her off of many a drunk stranger at a party before she breaks their face

She actually almost fucked up jj on a bad night where be decided to fuck around and find out

He was drunk and making some stupid quips about some pogue girls checking Jb out. Saying that they were more "his type"

.......

Didnt go well for him😭😭💀

"I swear to god Johnathan if you even think about any of those other skanks id stab them in the kidneys"

And that just turns him on

Might add more to this later, let me know how you feel about her!!

#fanfiction #john b routledge x reader #john b routledge #john b x reader #john b x f!reader #john b prompt #john b #obx fanfiction #obx fic #john b headcanons #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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fictionalwhores · 1 year

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Dating John B would Include…

-John B is the sweetest boyfriend

-Pinky promises are a huge thing in your relationship and is very much a solid foundation of trust

-I believe his love language is simply quality time, he enjoys having you around even if you aren’t doing the same thing (such as him fishing and you on the boat chatting with him or reading next to him)

-He’s the boyfriend that thinks about you when you aren’t there and gets you snacks from the gas station, or an extra thing of fries just for you when he buys food, and picks flowers off the side of the road for you

-John b is the type of boy to leave you good morning texts

-but only when he has work because that is the only time this boy is awake before you

-Other than that he doesn’t wake up until at least 1 in the afternoon and you have to wake him up with cuddles

-Also, on the topic of cuddles

-He is such a sweet cuddler with soft touches and low chuckles and sweet kisses

- A spaghetti strap tank with John B’s button on is an entire look for you okay

-You guys have weekly dates by the taco truck

-John B writes little notes for you on the mirror after its all fogged up from him taking a shower

-He knows all the gossip going on around school or your work because of you

-At first he didn’t really care but now he’s lowkey invested in these updates and pays the most attention

-John B doesnt go looking for fights or anything but he will definitely punch a kook to defend your honor

-helping him through the whole losing his dad situation

-eye contact is essential when talking but that boy could gaze into your eyes foreverrr

-John b tells you he loves you a lot

-He’s also very attentive and knows immediately when something is wrong and will cuddle and talk to you until you talk to him about it or cheer up

•••

Send in any requests :)

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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nextttttttt, drunk john b!

Ooh that’s a tough one

Pretty hard to get well and fully drunk but very easily gets tipsy

It kind of depends on when he’s getting drunk

Before his father went missing, he was absolutely a happy drunk. Like, adorably happy drunk

But afterwards, you’ve got three possible outcomes: happy drunk, emotional drunk, or angry drunk, and they’re all equally likely to happen

His friends always make sure he doesn’t get himself killed

#headcanons #obx #outer banks netflix #outer banks #obx headcanons #outer banks headcanons #john b #john b routledge #john b headcanons

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rubiehart · 3 months

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cockwarming bestfriend jayj would just be so ughhhhhhhhhh. you’re both a little past the point of tipsy, having slipped away together from the kegger back to the chateau, legs tangled together in the hammock as you watch jj slowly inhale the joint he still managed to roll pretty well even in his intoxicated state. his eyes flutter closed as he sucks in the smoke and reaches over to place it between your fingers as he blows it out, too focused on the way the smoke clouds his face and then disappears, blue eyes trained on your figure, raking up your bare legs and ending on your face.

you blink away the thought and bring the joint to your lips and inhale deeply, looking into his eyes as your hold the smoke in your mouth, not too sure what this eye contact meant from his end but you knew exactly why you were doing it, the reason evident as you feel your cotton panties dampen a little, choosing to ignore it as he reaches his arms up behind his head and groans, stretching his legs out and his foot nudges your leg to get your attention.

you rip your eyes away from his for a second, your high clearly taking over your actions, grinning at jj as he knits his brows together, a little smirk laying on his rubied lips, tonguing the little cut on his bottom lip as he watches your frame. you pass him the joint and he takes another long hit, coughing a little when you start crawling up his body, situating yourself on his lap. he reaches one hand to hold your waist as his eyes widen. “oh- hey, watch’a doin?” you just smile and giggle as you reach down to capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans into your mouth and releases the smoke he’d been holding. you start to slowly grind on him, little whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he winds his tongue with yours, kissing you back as desperately as you. pulling away for a second and using his thumb to wipe away a string of saliva from your lip while you look at him all big eyed. “jayj..” you whisper before he nods, as you fumble with the buttons of his cargo shorts, pushing them down his thighs until his boxers are exposed, flicking your eyes up to see his dilated pupils and parted lips, the joint still between his ring-clad fingers.

he brings it to your lips as you pull down his boxers, his rock hard cock standing up, his mushroom tip leaking precum. he groans, eyes widening when he sees you unbutton your tiny denim shorts you’d been teasing him with all night, slipping them down your legs to reveal your little cotton panties, biting your lip and looking up at him whilst slipping them to the side, the weed seemed to give you some new found confidence, and maybe the way jj was looking at you “jesus fuckin’ christ..” he mumbles at the sight of your glistening cunt in the moonlight, prepping your hands on his chest, lifting yourself up.

“hey, hey, hey. a-are you sure?” he asks, panicked at your sudden confidence as you nod eagerly. “are you?” you giggle, still hovering over his cock. “fuck yeah.” he grins as you finally sink down, hissing at the stretch, his eyes transfixed on your face the whole time, your tiny pussy stretching around his dick making him groan, your face comforting and whining when he’s about halfway in, him grasping both hands to your hips after putting the blunt out on the bark and dropping it to the dirt. “shhh.. you got it, yeah?” you nod slowly, teeth sinking into your lip as your resist the pain, stroking your hip with his thumb softly. “good, goooood girl. there ya’ go.” the praise sliding off his tongue so casually making you clench around him. finally getting to the hilt and he lets out a huff.

“feel so fuckin’ good..” he whimpers, as you roll your hips a little to get used to the feeling making him let out a pornographic groan. “you’re so big..” you whisper, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling the stubble on his chin against your forehead as he breathes deeply. “keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuckin’ bust.” he whispers into your hair making you giggle a little, leaving a little love bite on his neck and he reaches down to cup your ass, kneeding the fat of it in his palms as you roll your hips gently, making him suck in a breath. “fuck..you’re gonna kill me baby.”

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luversgirl · 6 months

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TO BE SO LONELY, part two

summary: after the pouges forget her special day, y/n meets someone the pouges aren’t too pleased with. (heres part one if you haven’t read it yet)

notes: here is the long awaited pt two, im sorry this took to long. i’m in the middle of finals and im trying to get back into writing (p.s theirs another important note after the fic)

warnings: language?

after the big fight at the chateau rafe drove them to the beach, more specifically the one they first interacted at.

y/n quickly slipped off the helmet and walked towards the water without a word said.

as she got closer and closer she placed the helmet and shopping bag down and continued walking.

“y/n!” rafe yelled trying to catch up.

“y/n!” he yelled again a bit more sternly making her stop in her tracks.

he quickly caught up seeing as he was walking very fast to keep up with her “please talk to me” he softly spoke as he stopped in front of her.

“there’s nothing for me to say” she spoke back clearly lying as many tears rolled down her face.

“you’re allowed to be upset y/n” rafe says placing his hands on her face, wiping her tears away.

“how come everyone forgets me” y/n’s voice cracks as she speaks.

after y/n broke down at the beach rafe thought it would be best for her to stay at the cameron household for the night.

waking up to the sun peaking through out the expensive silky curtains the rougtledge girl rubbed her eyes.

her eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar smell of the sheets she was laying on, turning her body around she saw a sleeping rafe.

she sat up, carefully doing her best to to wake rafe and succeeding.

y/n’s eyes gazed around the room that was clearly rafes. it pleasantly surprised her how organized his room was, the way all his expensive colognes were organized, no laundry on the floor and the pictures of his family and him displayed along the walls.

“good morning” y/n turned to rafe who was now rubbing his eyes as she was minutes before.

“good morning” she smiled as he pulled her closer kissing the top on her head.

“how you feeling baby” rafe asks.

“better now thanks to you” y/n grins looking up at him “what time is it?”

rafe grabs his phone from the nightstand by his side “its 12” he says.

“i have a shift at 1” y/n sighs leaning against rafe.

“can you cancel it?” rafe trys to reason.

y/n chuckles “thats not exactly how a job works, wheres my phone?” she asks.

“under your pillow” y/n reaches for it, hopingit doesn’t explode with messages when it powers on “i also put it on silent so we could sleep through the night” rafe chuckles.

“thank you” y/n smile up at him before checking “jesus christ” she quickly says as she was right about the phone blowing up and

scrolls through all the missed notifications.

“you okay?” rafe asks observing her face.

closing her eyes, y/n takes a deep breath then setting her phone down onto the bed and started to get out of the plush cameron bed.

“woah, woah, woah, where you going sweet thing?” rafe quickly followed now standing in front of her with his hands on each side of her face caressing her soft cheekbones with his thumbs.

“rafe” y/n smiles and tilts her head up looking at the tall boy.

“you know, not all of us can be kooks” sending him a sad smile.

shortly after rafes constant attempts to get y/n not to go to work he accepted his loss in the battle and dropped her off.

she was 2 hours into her shift and nothing had gone wrong yet, but of course she knew something was bound to happen seeing as her brother and his friends new where she worked so it was all just a matter of time.

as soon as her break hits she’s pushing the back door of the the store open for some fresh air only to be met with the pouges.

“what do you guys want” y/n spoke sitting on her usual break bench and gave into her fate.

“i don’t understand why’d you do this to us” john b speaks up first.

y/n eyebrows furrow “i didn’t ‘do’ anything to do” she emphasizes the ‘do’ “not everything is about you bee” using her brother nickname only reserved for her.

“i never said tha-“ john b interjects.

“but thats what you meant, you know i’m actually happy?” y/n humourless laughs then begins to raises her voice “i don’t remember the last time i’ve even been this happy and the second you find out its not in a way you ‘approve’ of you want to try and take it from me”

“we-“ jj tries to interject something else but y/n doesn’t even give him the chance as she grows angrier every time they say something.

“you know he hasn’t bothered you guys in months but you’re all too self absorbed in your fucking shit to even see that and where the fuck was all this when john started dating sarah” y/n’s voice quivers but also grows louder as she stands up “huh?”

“i always supported you and sarah” y/n addresses the young couple making eye contact with the cameron who continued to remain silent “nice to know kindness is a one way street with you guys”

“y/n we never meant to try take away your happiness” kie spits out as y/n starts towards the door.

she turns around to face the pouges “then what were you trying to do?” they all look down at the ground or just stay silent.

“that’s what i thought”

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juneberrie · 3 months

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OBX BOYS & THEIR HANDS.

ft. john b routledge, pope heyward, jj maybank

NO. 1 – JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

his hands aren't rlly veiny but theyre just enough thats its soooooooo

he and jj have matching tiny stick-n-poke tattoos on the inside of their middle fingers. its a little smiley face!!

he's one of those guys who's always wearing bracelets. like he never takes them off. ESPECIALLY if its something you gave him

he rarely wears rings?? he'll wear some occasionally, especially if its something you gave him or his family gave him

his hands are always so warm? he'll run his hands along ur arms if ur cold

NO. 2 – POPE HEYWARD

his hands are really soft

he'll wear two or three rings most of the time — one of them is a ring passed down from his family, one is something sarah got him for his birthday, the other is just one he bought

he'll also wear a really simple chain bracelet, a watch, or probably a really old friendship bracelet (matching w jj and john b)

his hands are really cold for some reason

NO. 3 – JJ MAYBANK

his hands are rough but like. not like rough rough ykwim?? they're soft in the right places

will only wear one really simple silver band on his ring finger

like john b he wears a ton of bracelets (most of them old ones that kie made) and NEVER. i mean never takes them off. like ever

he burnt one of his fingers once trying to light a candle so he has a tiny scar on his top knuckle that no one notices until he starts yapping about it

#liz’s writing ♡#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #john b routledge #john b routledge x reader #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward #obx #obx x reader #obx x you #obx x y/n #obx headcanon #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x y/n #outer banks x you

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maiiuelle · 2 months

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˚❀˚ real footage of jj telling everyone you made it official ˚❀༉‧₊˚.

#jj maybank #jj #obx #jj maybank gif #jj gif #jj headcanon #jj maybank headcanon #john b is just in disbelief tbh

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starficrecs · 2 months

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playlists i think the obx boys would make for you

J.M.

“4 my girl”

songs with this vibe:

- baby i’m yours - arctic monkeys

- lovers rock - tv girl

- religion - lana del rey

- you’re all i want - cigarettes after sex

R.C.

“y/n <3”

songs with this vibe:

- enchanted - taylor swift

- honeymoon avenue - ariana grande

- adore you - harry styles

- 18 - one direction

JB.R.

“songs that remind me of u”

songs with this vibe:

- robbers - the 1975

- now you got me - inhaler

- moonlight - chase atlantic

- feels like we only go backwards - tame impala

P.H.

“💗”

songs with this vibe:

- fallen star - the neighbourhood

- the perfect pair - beabadoobee

- feels like - gracie abrams

- c u girl - steve lacy

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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tbh.. what do you think 141 smells like? i'm going to list smells of what i think they smell like..

• soap smells like gasoline. idk why, but he smells of that nice gas you pour into your car. (idk how to explain it. but the smell of gasoline is nice..)

• gaz smells like oranges, a fresh orange that's perfectly picked.. or mangos. i can see him smelling like either.

• people say soap smells like your ordinary 3 in 1 shampoo dude but i think it's ghost. i mean, soap has his hair all prettily done but ghost? smells like 3 in 1. i've never smelt a bottle like that, but it smells.. fresh. a bit minty even.

• price smells like.. a rainforest. like a heavy woody smell. i'm not sure why, but he definitely smells like that. like a rainy forest, with wet moss on the ground.

anyways those are my thoughts!! :)

I actually answered an ask about their scents a while back!

But I just wanna say that I wanna add to that and, hijacking your own hc a little bit...

What I think...

The 141 Boys' scents in an A/B/O AU:

Johnny smells like the sea. It's fresh and soothing, but discreet, very much so. You wouldn't expect it, much less feel it, unless you're searching for it. Salt water, seaweed... that kind of thing.

Kyle smells like something warm and cosy and gooey that melts in your mouth. My brain is saying honey or honeycomb, caramel or toffee maybe?.

Simon smells strong. Way too strong. He'd definitely be the type to need to wear scent blockers. He smells like burning, a campfire, a forest fire, maybe gasoline or sulphur.

John smells like a forest, rain forest sure, but I could also see him smell of pine and very obviously so. Sometimes pine sap smells close to mint, so people would def make that mistake, until they smell a pine tree around Christmas and realize John smells like it.

#asks #moots #headcanon #cod headcanons #141 headcanons #simon ghost riley #simon riley headcanons #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish headcanons #captain john price #john price headcanons #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick headcanons #a/b/o au #a/b/o headcanons #141 a/b/o

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puttputtscribbs · 4 months

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Thinking about how Branch was the only Brozone member with a stage name.

Like, it goes:

Spruce: the Heartthrob

Clay: the Fun One

Floyd: the Sensitive One

John Dory: the Leader

Bitty B: the Baby

I’d like to hc JD gave him a stage name for privacy/security reason, being that Branch was literally a baby(in diapers still).

Kinda like how the creator of Bluey doesn’t put Bluey and Bingo’s VAs in the credits bc they’re his daughters and he wants them to have a normal childhood.

#also it would’ve been obvious who he was in the band this making Branch’s secret past not so secret #trolls headcanons #trolls band together #brozone #trolls john dory #trolls branch #trolls clay #trolls bruce #trolls floyd #trolls bitty b

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vivianthepigeon · 5 months

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Branch: “Can’t spell families without LIES”

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noirgl0w · 3 months

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Pogue! Reader's cabin!

She lives in the same area as Barry, it has a beach right in front of it that no one ever goes to so she says "she has a private beach", she lives with her father but he is never there, she affectionately calls it "the surf shack" , second unofficial residence of the pogues after the château!

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rubiehart · 4 months

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jj thinking you look the prettiest when your stomach’s all big and swollen with his baby, laying out on the bow of the boat on a towel he’d lay down for you, sunglasses perched on your nose and bikini hugging your body perfectly, specifically showcasing your tits that seemed to be getting bigger every month into your pregnancy, which jj wasn’t complaining about.

he’s at your side whenever you call his name, “everythin’ okay mama?” ,giving you sips of lemonade or water whenever you ask, comin’ over every half an hour or so to make sure you’re all lathered up in sunscreen “gotta make sure my babies aren’t cookin’.” indicating to you and the child you were growing making you giggle and throw an arm over your eyes as he rubs the sunscreen into your plush thighs and up all over your stomach, just bein’ all gentle with you.

big smile on his face cuz he knows he’s gonna love this baby more than he’s loved anyone or anything before (not including you of course!!)

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4rafe · 2 months

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Would love my girl part 2 how rafe finds her and sees marks on her neck

MY GIRL (PT.2) || R. CAMERON

part 1 — my girl

summary; rafe was determined to kill anyone who ever hurt you but when you asked differently of him, he complied.

warnings; not proofread!!, marks on r's neck, mention of wanting to kill (?)

a/n; was hoping someone would ask for this, im so glad you guys enjoyed it!! <3

— masterlist

ending of part 1; as rafe got to his truck, he grabbed his gun out from under the driver seat and placed it in the back of his pants because he didnt know what to expect, or who but all he knew is that he would do absolutely anything to protect you from harm.

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rafe hopped in his truck, put his key in and flew out of the parking lot and onto the road as fast as he could to get to you. he didnt care how many laws he broke or how fast he was going, you were the one thing that filled his mind and he couldn't think of anything else.

when rafe arrived to the chateau he immediately saw you, jumped out of his truck and ran to you as fast as he could. you were constantly talking to john b to keep him talking and make sure he was still with you from how bad he was beaten.

when you heard his footsteps you looked back to him as your tears fell from your lashline and down your cheek, creating a black streak from your mascara. "please h- help, topper, he -" you yelled to him, hyperventilating from your cries.

rafe came up beside you, standing over john b as you sat beside him trying to help in anyway you could. "fuuckk" rafe mumbled to himself just under his breath. examining what happened and seeing how badly hurt john b was, he crouched down next to you with a hand lining his mouth as he thinks about what to do next.

"help me carry em’ to the truck, aight?" he said softly, turning his head and looking at your pouty, sad face.. thats when he saw it; the marks on your neck. his face dropped, knowing that whoever was brave enough to do this to you knowing who you belonged to was a dead man in seconds and he demanded to know exactly who it was.

he brought his hand up to your neck, lining the area the marks laid on your neck with his fingers. "who the fuck do this to you?" he demanded harshly. no matter how hard you would try to defend whoever did this or hide their name from him, rafe would find out who every single time.

rafe couldn't bare to let someone who hurt you like this get away with it and he never did. when he asked you, you turned to him in fear, pouting. you gave him that sad look that told him everything he needed to know.

you saw rafe become tense when he realized who did it to you, "m’ gonna kill that m’fucker." he said with a raspy tone. as much as a dick topper could be, and how he treated you he deserved a lot of karma but there was no telling what rafe would do. "rafe, no." you said firm, "please just help me get john b outta’ here, yeah?" you pleaded of him with puppy dog eyes he just couldn't resist.

rafe rolled his eyes because he knew he wasnt going to do anything since you asked of him and he of course, could never resist anything you asked of him. "yeah yeah, lets get em’ up." he responded softly, his voice trailing off as he reached down to help get john b up. you placed one of john b's arms around your shoulder and his other arm was placed around around rafes shoulder.

you both helped him walk to the truck, laying him down in the backseat. john b moaned from the pain as his nose and head bled out. rafe closed the back door and followed you to the passenger side, opening the door to let you in and closing it for you.

rafe enjoyed knowing that you were safe, he could keep eyes on you whenever (as if he doesn't already), and it gave him comfort but he already knew now that he may not do anything bad to topper like he had planned, he was definitely going to leave a message for him.

as rafe walked around the truck to the driver side and hopped in, you said to john b, "just hang on, ’kay? we'll get you fixed up". rafe got out of there as fast as he could, once again, speeding and breaking laws but he didnt care because it was all for you which made it worth it.

rafe grabbed your hand in his and turned to admire your pretty face, "when we get home we'll take care of that neck, yeah?" he said to you with a smile as he swapped his vision back and forth between the road and you. you nodded to him, it made you so happy knowing that rafe loved caring for you like this.

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voidpetrova · 4 months

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shoulder to cry on — obx men x reader

ONE-SHOTS

☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, drug abuse mentioned, child abuse, assault is mentioned, previous relarionships mentioned, pining, slight unrequited love, death mentioned, suicide mentioned — hurt/comfort

˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: comforting the obx men during their time of need, helping them heal and cherishing the fact that you're their rock

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sometimes, the pain of growing up with too present of a father figure is just as harmful as the lack of one. JJ MAYBANK grew up without a mother, she had left him and luke many years back, while jj was just a kid. he didn't deserve it, he didn't ask for it. he had yearned for the love of his mother, the love he would never receive. he was sure his father blamed him for it, for her leaving and never coming back. every fuck-up of his was just another reason for luke's resentment.

luke had his moments, ones where a switch would flip, and his son was the apple of his eye. it was an artificial pride, jj knew it, too. but it never stopped him from smiling, from the temporary joy that filled him to the brim, the fabricated chance that his father was proud of him.

every one of the pogues had seen the aftermath of their arguments, but no one really tried diving deeper into them. no one thought to do something about it, to take action. they all had their priorities in the way—the treasure, ward, the cross—things that jj helped with, but when would the favor be returned? he cried, body trembling with broken sobs, the thought of his pain going unnoticed rubbing salt into the wound. it didn't go unnoticed.

“c'mere, baby,” never in his life did he see himself breaking down in front of anybody, let alone a girl. he didn't harbor enough trust to let loose like that. it was his way of thinking, until you came along. you were the ray of sunshine that finally peaked, bursting through the clouds and the façade that he had so carefully put up. you were his anchor. “i'm here now.”

you were there, you really were. he sobbed, the cold tiles of the floor brushing his bare, bruised legs. he reached out to you, his breathing heavy. tears slid down your cheeks as you took him into your arms, wrapping them around his back as you pulled him in closer than ever. you were his real home, the person he felt safest with. “gonna come live with me, let me take my boy in,” you rambled through tears, his face buried in your neck as you listened to him. you listened to the way he sobbed, and you knew all he had longed for was unconditional love. “i love you, j, i'm so proud of you, so proud.”

all he could do was cry. you would take him in, your parents would take him in. all he felt was love, despite the years of craving it. he nodded through his sobs, and for a while, you sat there. you sat there with him in your arms, stroking his hair while you both cried. in the end, it was okay, because he knew he was safe.

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nothing ever went to waste. no amount of hard work; blood, sweat and tears—none of it ever went to waste. it was a fact JOHN B needed help accepting. it wasn't that he didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't. every obstacle he had come across sent him into a spiralling abyss of insanity, and he needed help finding his way out.

the time he had spent following his father's tracks, the time he had spent as a refugee—away from you, away from his friends—, the time spent on trial and in a prison cell, none of it ever went to waste, and he never could've done it without you. he had his moments, episodes where he would lose it. it all became too much for him, but the moment came when he watched ward's legacy come to an end, watching his boat blow to pieces. it was all over.

you were the one that caught him when he had collapsed, falling to his knees. you fell right with him. it was all over, it was, finally, all over. he couldn't find it in his heart to believe it, to accept it. he ran a hand through his hair as tears rolled down his cheeks, his breathing elevated as he watched the frenzy of flames in the water.

“it's okay, it's done,” you had brought the words to life as you searched for his attention, hands cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away. it was all over, a brief, temporary but, nonetheless, existent peace was in store. “you did so good, john b, it's over.”

he knew it was all over the minute he heard it from you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in. he found all the peace he needed in your presence, your warmth. knowing you had been there the entire time, knowing you would always be there. it was all he needed.

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papers were scattered across the floor, the room dark and quiet. he didn't need the silence, it was the last thing he wanted. his thoughts ate him alive, sweat trickling down his temple as he sat on the floor, hands pressed against his ears as if to mute the voices in his head. the voices told POPE HEYWARD that he would never amount to anything, that all of his work went to waste. he would never be significant amongst the pogues, not as much as jj and john b. he would never be significant in his father's eyes, in the eyes of the future. no scholarship, no future. nothing. as if there was nothing in store for him.

the only source of light had come to life when his door had cracked open, the light in the hallway embracing his features, his red eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. his father had let you in, guiding you into his room almost immediately, a worried expression on his face. you frowned when you saw him, running to his feet as fast as you could.

“pope,” you began, pausing to scan the mess in his room. the scattered papers, the broken pencils and books that had been torn apart. “talk to me, baby, what's the matter?” he couldn't meet your gaze as he shook his head, allowing the tears to fall freely. all he wanted, more than anything, was a chance at life.

when he finally began breaking down, he didn't fight back as you pulled him into your arms. you felt him tense up, but the feeling lasted a split second, no longer. “there's nothing for me out there, is there?” you could barely make out what he was saying through his tears. your warm hand stroked his cheek as you shook your head, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“got such a bright future, pope, i promise,” you whispered, and it meant something to him. all the pushing, all the fighting he had been doing just to be important. he wanted to find his place, wanted to make everybody proud. “just don't forget me when you're out studying in new york, when you're rich and famous, living in a villa.” he laughed through his tears, and you couldn't resist joining.

despite joking, there was a hint of seriousness in your words. “i won't, i promise.” his words had come out more clearly the second time around. you placed another kiss onto his forehead, “you've come so far, pope. i'm so proud of you, you're gonna be great.” it meant something, more than when people pushed his limits, his capabilities. it was enough to know, at least someone, thought he was doing enough.

when you separated from his touch, he felt his heart stop, his eyes searching your return the following second. you offered him a soft smile as you showed him what you were doing, picking up what had been discarded and thrown around the room. the papers, the books. picking up pieces of him, putting them back together.

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things had a way of falling into place the same way they had a way of falling apart. sometimes, fate was nice, and decided to show a way out. an exit, despite the previous challenges that awaited completion. RAFE CAMERON was lost, he had no way out, it seemed. a glass child—an abusive, narcissistic sociopath, that's what he was, right? everyone knew him as an aggressive, spoiled cokehead. no one thought to ask why? how?

bags of the white powder remained on his table, sealed shut, two weeks after ward had killed himself. sometimes, he found himself contemplating taking a few lines, knowing his body had grown accustomed to them. two weeks, he had been clean for two weeks. he couldn't have done it alone, he knew that. waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare with a dry throat, in cold sweat. it wasn't something he could fathom doing alone.

“it's not your fault, rafe,” for the first time in a long time, he was quiet. for the first time, he was the one doing the listening. he listened to you, he had to. “you did so good, baby. you protected him, your family. it wasn't sarah or rose, it was all you.” every little sacrifice, every little thing he did, was him ripping a piece of himself off to save his father. all he ever wanted was to matter, to be his son. not a pawn or a disappointment, he wanted his validation. when ward died, everything seemed to go with him, his love included.

tears clouded his eyes and he sniffled, throat growing thick with tears as he listened. “he's gone, rafey. he's dead, and we can't bring him back,” you sat yourself next to him, fingers desperately grazing his face as you brushed away the tears that fell loosely. “but he died loving you, and you know it. none of this would have been possible without you. he died proud, knowing his son saved him. none of us could do it, it was all you.”

it was everything he needed to hear. he couldn't imagine crying in front of his girlfriend, any girl, as a matter of fact. it was different with you. you didn't tell him to man up like barry did, you didn't tell him he was alright, even though he wasn't, like ward had. you listened, you comforted. you took him into your arms as he finally began to cry, using your free hand to throw the powder-filled bags into the bin next to the sofa. he cried, like never before. there was no limit with you.

“good job, rafey. did so good for him.” he didn't care about the coke, he didn't care about the withdrawals. he didn't feel the need for any of it, not while he was with you. you kissed his cheek as you pulled him in closer, letting him stain your shirt as he continued to cry. you would let him come to you during any time of need, you needed to keep him afloat when he needed it the most. and he loved you for it.

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you had healed a heart you didn't break. maybe you were his guardian angel, maybe you were sent by a higher power, maybe you were what sealed his fate. TOPPER THORNTON knew he had his phases, specifically, the period he spent chasing a girl who wanted nothing to do with him. he wasn't her destination, he was just a stop along the way. he was good to sarah, he always let her come back to him when she wanted nothing to do with john b. after every argument, he accepted her temporary presence, even though he knew she'd always go back to him. he accepted the love he thought he was meant to receive, before meeting you.

he had stopped letting her come back, he let you heal his heart, even though it wasn't yours to heal. he let himself fall apart. for once, he was someone's to fall apart and put back together. he couldn't play the savior anymore, it was all you. it was you who treated him to dinner, who made promises—not to break, but to keep. you were the one who distracted him from his mother, his past, the peer pressure and mistakes along the way.

“they don't define you,” is what you'd tell him. it took convincing, it took repetition, but it stopped going in one ear and out the other. he finally realized it once he har started floating adrift, straying and going towards rafe and kalce, who had him coked up, in the presence of girls who wanted him drunk with his wallet full. each time he came back, drugged and drunk, you waited for him. it began to dial down, he had started declining the offers. getting himself back, with your help.

you knew how thankful he was, and you knew you couldn't leave him be. when you prepared him breakfast in bed, you knew that all your work could go down the drain at any moment, but you didn't care. you never stopped. it was worth it, to you. it was worth seeing the way his face lit up. for once, it was him receiving love, as much as he gave.

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