a lot of men that people online are obsessed with calling daddy are one 'good boy' away from shattering their knees on the ground forgetting their names and panting like dogs. it has to be said.
Oh my God, dude. Can we go anywhere without you stealing something? You know the answer to that, Pope.
JJ MAYBANK & POPE HEYWARD in OUTER BANKS (2020-) SEASON 3
For the song prompts, how about Young Dumb & Broke by Khalid?
anon this is such a good song holy shit
The heavy sound of base pounded between JJ’s ears like a second heartbeat.
Someone had brought a pretty hardcore speaker out to the boneyard, and it had drawn in, admittedly, a stupidly large amount of people to the party. JJ didn’t mind. Coupled with the music, the jostling crowd, and the distant sound of the hissing of waves as they crashed against the seashore a few feet away-- JJ found himself simply engulfed in the hazy, pleasant buzz of noise.
That joint he’d smoked earlier was helping with that pleasant feeling, though.
They never got to do this. Not with all the treasure hunting and drama and literal murder happening all around them. It seemed to JJ like the minute summer started the world just-- shifted. And not for the better. And that fucking sucked.
But, this was how normal teenage summers were supposed to happen, right? Getting shitfaced at parties, dancing with your friends, having fun. Personally, JJ thought it felt fucking great to just let his thoughts wander wherever they damn well pleased. And tonight? Tonight his thoughts -- and his eyes, apparently -- were wandering over to Pope.
His friend was dancing within the throngs of people, grinning like a fool and taking hefty sips from his own red solo cup. His snapback was on backwards, his shirt unbuttoned all the way to deal with the summer heat. JJ couldn’t help but stare at the way Pope’s throat bobbed as he took a sip, almost captivated by the movement. JJ kinda wanted to kiss that spot over and over.
Pope caught him staring, grin brighter than the sun, and beckoned him over. Helpless to do anything else, JJ went.
“Whatcha doing?” Pope asked as JJ shuffled up in the sand, and even in the dim light of the sunlight, JJ could see Pope’s smile bright as day.
“Admiring the view.” JJ said with a grin, and ignored the heat in his cheeks when Pope threw his head back and laughed.
“You’re stupid,” Pope told him, and tugged JJ in by the wrist so they could dance together among the jostle of bodies and sound.
“Yeah,” JJ agreed, and Pope snorted. And in that moment, JJ decided-- fuck it. “But I think you like my kind of stupid.”
In the chaotic movement of the boneyard all around them, nobody but JJ could see how inexplicably fond Pope’s eyes were. His hand was a warm weight within JJ’s own, and when JJ looked, Pope was grinning at him with a glint in his eye. It sounded like teasing, but it felt like a promise.
“Yeah,” Pope said, before he was pressing a kiss on JJ’s jaw that made something startle and flutter in his stomach. “I think you might be right.”
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