𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ╱ 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙜

when he finally bit the bullet and rejoined her at the twinkie. stumbling over the keys in his grasp he couldn’t seem to work the lock that was otherwise habit to him.

“ kie before anything happens, i just. am i reading things right here? like. do you really want to do this? ”

stop. 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 . . that’s stupid. okay just walk up to her and then just put the moves on her. simple. ”

but if it were so simple, why was his pulse hammering on the inside of his wrist? never had any of his hookups constricted his chest in such a way.

“ sup ” was decided on subconsciously

beeline towards the van came to a halt just out of earshot from where she stood. tongue swiped between lips, hands shaken out in preparation.

“ okay jj be cool just—” rehearsed aloud to himself. “hey kie. no. too casual. how about —-kie you know i’ve waited my whole life for you to.. no.

the crowd, a plea made to john b in the name of wing manning to hand over the keys.

a glance back to the party would reveal john b chatting up a tourist and pipe well occupied by surrounding group of guys from the cut that worked in figure eight.

“ operation grand theft auto. ” was mumbled more to himself before a promise to meet her at the van in ten. disappearing back into

her subtle invitation was met with a much more blatant reaction from himself, unable to conceal the cogs turning in the back of his mind as he dramatically craned neck back and forth between her and the twinkie twice over.

“ oh you mean , like right now? ”

set aside, it would be swallowed entirely at the slightest inkling that something was bothering her.

her rash reaction now, being shoved away, as just another slammed door in his face, his discreet attempts at making a move not received.

“ hey, what’s with you? is everything alright? ” step was taken forward in pursuit of her, hand grasping around elbow to stop fleeing attempts. bruised ego was

he stared at moving lips through hooded gaze had less of an excuse, but could always be blamed on casual attraction. each of these attempted advanced made silently with as much delicacy as bobby pin’s attempts at disarming dead bolted lock. the door always remained closed.

he came to accept

hence advancements often being downplayed-— the hand that placed itself on her waist where the hem of jean shorts met exposed skin could be considered a friend helping another from drunkenly stumbling. the way

jj was never capable of subtly. it was in his nature to go all or nothing, walking the fickle tightrope of wrecklessness with his ‘nothing to lose attitude’. except for when it came to kie, when it came to her he had 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to lose.

“ you know, hook me up with some other kook. preferably one without seltzer soaked clothes. ”

from contact-— “ at the very least you could replace the damages you caused. ”

hands pocketed themselves, boot toeing at damp sand to test the waters of approaching tide, as he tested her reaction by beating around the bush.

“ half a million dollars. in cash. ” quick retort delivered with a confidence that could have implicated serious intent if it was anybody other than jj. the next statement wouldn’t come as boldly, gaze unknowingly adverting

the rest parted to spend the night with tourists visiting the island.

“ in the name of chivalry, as your damsel in distress, you are required by law to pay retribution for my suffering “

“ oh save me kie ” high pitched mockery repeated, back of hand draping over forehead to mimic the cliché trope -— “ a super hot baddie was going to take me home. ”

as much grievance was given, he much preferred to spend the night with his friends anyway, stranger had only been sought out after

hands rested on knees while breath was caught, squinted eyes glancing up to catch her expression

“ as much as i love pulling one over on the kooks, she’ll remember that. why’d you do it? ”

heat encompassed frame shouldering through crowd of mingling peers, only when they came out the other side to the less populated ocean front did he release his grasp

“ yea they’re like those fancy tank tops, the ones you guys keep unbottoned to show off lacy bras. i pay attention. ”

i said you look lost

to prevent escalation.

“ ooo, sorry bout’ that. my friend here is so clumsy. you need a towel? let me go get you a towel ”

escape was made with kie dragged by the forearm, once turned a smile split his face

“ couldn’t resist ruining a hundred dollar blouse could you? ”

oh the work for him.

the interest taken in blonde girl was no deeper than thin layer of foam that topped the stale beer in red solo, cup would be used to hide amusement at suddenly angered kook.

lips formed o shape, wince just as performative when he stepped between the two

the annual kegger was the one night out of the year jj deemed mingling with the kooks to be acceptable. one night spent in their company and by morning both parties would go their separate ways just as he preferred it-— the imaginary line that separated the two worlds on one island would do the rest

(stealing the mic)

THIIIIS IS JJ MAYBANK YOUR HOST FOR SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE WEEE GOTTA SHOW IN STORE FOR YOU. SKITS FEATURING JOHN B ROUTLEDGE AND KIE ON THE UKE SO STOP ON BY.

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❛𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.❜

canon/au portrayal of dean winchester based in the supernatural verse. son. brother. hunter. all seasons. seeking mains+storylines. ships with chem. literate/descriptive. crossovers welcome. rt’s appreciated.

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looking lost, can u help you 🤨

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“ i mean, i don't do illegal things.

written by jay, 20.
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