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In interviews, one of the most common questions John B is asked is why he was so protective of Parker from the very beginning. John B, partially unsure of the answer himself and mostly determined to not give Parker that satisfaction of hearing said answer, comes up with increasingly random explanations each time he is asked.

Some of the most notable answers include:

1) “It was for the cameras.” As he’s holding onto her belt loop to keep her from wandering off.

2) “I’m actually not her brother, I’m a hired bodyguard.”

3) “I didn’t want her to get with JJ because I was secretly into him.”

4) “She’s an intelligent robot invented by the military designed for human destruction. If I don’t watch her, humanity could cease to exist.”

5) “Witchcraft” Nothing else said.

And then, the real answer which came out one time when he was drunk at a convention:

“My first memory is when we were three years old and she climbed into my bed after having a nightmare. When she finally calmed down, she told me I was the only person who made her feel not scared. I guess it kind of stuck with me.”

Sarah: Relax, John B. It's not like I've never seen a boy in underwear before.

John B: *raises an eyebrow*

Sarah: I have a brother. Get your head out of the gutter, John B.

John B (without missing a beat): Yeah, and I have a sister. If I saw her in her underwear I'd probably gauge my eyes out.

Sarah (mocking): Sounds like a close relationship.

John B: Oh yeah. She's my best friend. My worst enemy. The person I love most in the world while simultaneously being the person I would shoot if I had a gun and only one bullet left.

Sarah: And what does she think of you?

John B: Same thing, probably. I've learned not to put words in her mouth.

Sarah: So it's not all for show?

John B: What's not for show?

Sarah: Following each other around the island. Acting like twins are a rare commodity and everyone should kiss the ground you walk on. If one of you gets hit, suddenly the other one pops out of nowhere with a rifle and a priest ready to give out last rights.

John B: No, not a show. Like I said, we're best friends.

Sarah: Who would shoot each other at the first given chance?

John B: Exactly.

**Inspired by drop dead by Olivia Rodrigo**

JJ

Two years before Rule Breakers

I didn't care. I really shouldn't care. But watching Parker spin around the living room in a tiny sundress made my stomach ache. Maybe I had eaten something bad, and it wasn't Parker.

I wanted to believe that. She stopped spinning, gracing the world with her smile, and the ache intensified.

It was definitely her.

"What do you guys think?" She asked cheerfully. Parker was never cheerful. Neither did she ever wear dresses. This guy -- I couldn't stomach saying his name -- had changed her.

"You look beautiful, Dipper." Big John said, pressing a kiss to the top of his daughter's head. "Brendon's a lucky man."

Man. I snickered under my breath. That scrawny thing that had hit puberty two months ago was not a man. A man child whose peach fuzz facial hair glowed under sunlight, maybe.

That was rude. He had gotten Parker. He was more of a man than I'd ever be.

"What the hell is that?" John B asked. The same thing he said every time his sister got done up for a date. "I can't see the bottom part. Are you really letting her go out like this?"

He motioned to Parker's dress with the dull edge of his Nutella-smeared knife. Parker rolled her eyes, a small smirk tipping the corner of her lips. When John B lashed out, she knew she look good.

"The dress is fine." Big John declared. Behind her dad's back, Parker stuck her tongue out at John B. "Just because you wish she join a convent doesn't mean she has to dress like it."

John B stuck his chocolate and hazelnut coated tongue back out at Parker. Playfully rolling her eyes, Parker turned to where I was sitting. Her eyes met mine, and I wished the worn couch would swallow me whole.

"JJ?"

I shook my head quickly, banishing the daze that her brown and blue eyes continuously pulled me into. "Hm?"

"The dress?"

Swallowing hard, I felt my mouth run dry. What the hell was I supposed to say?

You're so beautiful my chest physically hurts?

Since when do you wear dresses?

Please don't go out with him?

"It's easy access." I settled on, nodding indifferently toward the short skirt that had John B clutching his pearls. "I'm sure he'll love it."

Parker scoffed. "Easy access." She repeated for show. "I don't know what else I expected from you."

Her bottom lip jutted out, just slightly, like she was disappointed I didn't have something better to say. Like she said, "I don't know what else I expected from you."

Fuck. Was that the kind of man I was? Even if her frown was to get a rise out of me, I couldn't stomach her believing she was just another warm, wet pussy to me.

Especially because that was the farthest thing from the truth.

"You look great, Parker."

Parker stared ahead at me, almost like she didn't believe the words that had come from my mouth. I wouldn't have either had my heart not been hammering in its cage.

When she realized I wasn't kidding, her eyes lit up. I tried to look away, but couldn't. Her brown eye glimmered with the feeling of magic, causing me to bite my tongue until the taste of iron flooded my mouth. I needed her to stop looking at me like there was a chance she wouldn't walk out the door and into someone else's arms.

Outside, gravel crunched under expensive tires. I had come to despise the sound more than the whir of my dad's own truck. Two honks echoed through the neighborhood, and Parker skipped towards the door.

"That's him."

"He's not even coming to the door to get you?" John B dramatically dropped the knife into the Nutella jar. However much I hated that Parker had a boyfriend, he hated it more. "He just honks like you're something to be hitched to the back of his truck?"

Parker threw her head over her shoulder mockingly. "It's because he's scared of you."

"Yeah, well he's about to be a lot more scared. I'm going to talk to him. Teach him how to properly pick a girl up."

Chucking his frozen waffle on the counter, John B barreled through the front door Parker was desperately trying to slam in his face.

"Jesus, Bird. Go easy on the poor kid!" Big John called after him. He swiped the waffle John B had abandoned on the counter, shovelling it into his mouth.

The door slammed, and without so much as a thought, Big John reached out and caught the picture frame that rattled off the wall. Parker cursed loudly outside, presumably at John B, followed by the bang of a car door.

"They're going to kill each other." Big John laughed, shaking his head. He busied himself with replacing the waffle he had eaten, occasionally glancing up at where I stared angrily at the black TV screen.

"You alright, son?" He asked, spreading Nutella on the replacement waffle.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Big John pursed his lips together, letting his eyes drop to the scowl on my face. Neither of us ever uttered it aloud, but he knew. And I knew he knew.

"Let the honeymoon phase pass." Big John told me. There was no point in pretending I didn't know what he was talking about. "You'll realize she's still the same girl she always was."

"She seems pretty happy being this girl." His girl.

Smiling, Big John placed the waffle where John B had left it on the counter. "Just trust me on this one, kid."

Winking, he disappeared into his office at the same time the front door flew open. John B stomped his way into the kitchen with his chest puffed out.

"I hate that kid." He grumbled.

"He didn't do anything wrong, Bird!" Big John called from his office. John B flipped off the shut door, sauntering into the living room.

"Who shit in your Cheerios?" John B asked around a mouthful of waffle.

"Nobody." I grumbled. "I'm fine."

"Is this still about Stacy Barnett?"

No. It had never been about Stacy Barnett.

Most guys would flip out finding the girl they'd been hooking up with for months riding another guy in his car. It was water under the bridge to me. We used to have sex, and now we didn't.

But, somehow, watching the girl I had never touched leave with another man sent me reeling.

"No." I shook my head, reiterating, "I'm fine."

John B didn't believe me. That was better than knowing what was really bothering me. Instead of pushing farther, he walked over to the TV, grabbing a faded DVD case.

"I have something that'll fix that." He said, holding up an old tape of American Pie. I forced a smirk.

It certainly wouldn't fix my problem. Bare boobs couldn't fix a broken heart. But it was a distraction.

Not a good enough one, unfortunately. While John B gaped at the grainy TV screen with a red line down the side, I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram.

The first thing I noticed was a new story from Parker. Clicking on it would be a mistake -- I knew that. My thumb had a mind of it's own, and before I could stop it, I was tapping on Parker's profile.

PKRoutledge - Ten Minutes Ago.

Her lips on Brendon's cheek. A pink ice cream cone in her hand. The Ferris wheel from Figure Eight in the background. Set to Someone That You're With by Nickelback.

He took her to Figure Eight, his homeland. To the pier, for a picture-worthy date that he didn't even smile in. And Parker set it to a song about loving someone from the sidelines.

Jesus Christ.

I should have exited the app. I should have turned off my phone. I should have said no when John B asked me to come over after soccer practice in third grade.

If there was one thing I was not good at, it was doing things I should have.

His handle was in her bio, followed heart emoji and a lock. Underneath, "Girls invented punk rock" in bold letters. Some things never change.

I scrolled through her Instagram mindlessly. Her most recent pictures were of him, and then there was one with Pope. A few pictures of the beach, and a few more with John B. Then, at the very bottom, was a photo with me.

We were both thirteen, eating ice cream on the beach. Parker had a pink cone in her hand, and when I tried to steal a bite, she crashed her lips to my cheek.

My face had gone beet red, and she caught it in a photograph. Behind the two of us, a blurry John B was rolling his eyes. The caption: I think I made him angry.

I compared it to the story she had posted with Brendon. Her smile didn't quite meet her eyes the same way it did when we were thirteen. Where she wore a frilly sundress, she had on a raggy band tee and a pair of shorts. Most of all, one of the guys wore a catty smirk, while the other was red enough that it should have been medically evaluated.

I stared at the photo for the rest of the movie. Add it to the list of things I shouldn't have done. I memorized every detail, every stray hair that fell over Parker's face, every dot of a freckle on her skin. The crookedness of her genuine smile. By the time I collapsed onto the pullout bed, I could have drawn the post from memory.

John B went to bed shortly after the movie finished, probably to call someone. I didn't mind. Big John was yet to emerge from his office, and I was content stalking Parker's Instagram until the gaping hole in my chest ate me alive.

A little after eleven, the front door creaked open. Slowly, the way it did when someone was trying not to make a noise after curfew. Parker appeared in her sundress, hair tossled by the wind and smelling of some crappy, expensive cologne. And yet, I couldn't help but stare at her.

"Hey." She whispered, glancing down curiously at the glowing blue screen in my hands. Panicked, I chucked my phone across the bed, listening to the device bounce from the mattress onto the floor.

"Hey." I whispered back, casually. Totally didn't care if my phone was smashed. I'd prefer if it was.

"Did I interrupt something?" Parker asked. She giggled to herself and made an inappropriate gesture with her hands, causing me to roll my eyes.

At least she didn't see the photo.

"You're very funny." I deadpanned. Parker wobbled on one foot, untying her Converse, before chucking them across the room and flopping onto the pullout bed.

"Glad you think so."

My entire body tensed seeing her relax into my space. Without asking, she reached across my body and stole the barbeque chips I had been snacking on, shovelling them into her mouth.

For the first time that night, I smiled, watching orange-dusted chips fall from the corner of her mouth onto the mattress.

"What?" Parker asked, lying on her back. She glanced up at me through her mascara-coated lashes, causing my heart to stumble off beat.

"How was the date?" I asked, changing the subject. Not that I wanted to hear anything about what she and Mr. Manchild did tonight.

"Pretty good." She smiled. I leaned over and took a handful of chips for myself before she finished them off. "There was a lot of Kooks, though. I felt like an outsider."

"Is that why you got all dressed up?" I motioned to the dress that was fighting to stay up on her body. "To fit in?"

Parker laughed. Actually laughed. She'd never do such a thing.

"It was mostly to piss John B off. " She told me. That sounded a lot more like her. "And Brendon thinks I have nice legs."

"You do." I said before I could stop myself. Thankfully, Parker accepted the comment with a tiny smile.

Kicking her legs into the air, she rolled over onto her stomach, her head resting by my thigh. "I think they look better in shorts. Dresses aren't my style." She declared, resting on her elbows. "Speaking of which, would you undo me?"

She cocked her head back to where the sundress had been tied into a knot. I froze on the bed.

"Un-undo you?"

"It's a simple knot, JJ. I've seen you untie a million of them."

My hands shook as I tugged on the knot, watching it unravel through my fingers. I fought off the thought that maybe someone else had done this tonight, focused on the light brush of her skin against my knuckles.

I wanted to kiss every part of her. Tell her how beautiful she was. Then beg her to never, ever see Brendon again.

"There you go," I said instead, pulling my hands away before I did something stupid. Parker let out a low groan.

"Finally, I can breathe again." She lifted her head off the mattress, smiling fuller than she had in any of the pictures I had seen tonight. Something in my chest loosened, and I huffed out a trapped breath.

"Sounds like someone stole you breath." I joked, hitting her in the face with one of the ties on her dress. She scrunched her nose up, then brushed her finger along my thigh.

"I think I stole his." She muttered.

"Hey, Dipper! Twenty minutes past curfew." He tsked, glancing at his nonexistent watch. "How was the date?"

"It was good. We walked the Figure Eight Pier for a bit. Played some games, got some ice cream." She paused, before sheepishly adding, "Made out in the back of his truck."

Big John pointed across the room. "He the one that undid your dress?"

"No, that was JJ." Parker said. My eyes nearly shot out from my head. Hearing those words from her mouth, even if they didn't mean what it sounded like, had my entire body buzzing.

Big John's head whipped towards mine. I tried to avoid his gaze, but it was impossible. It wasn't a disciplinary, watch yourself, but rather, I told you so.

Parker, catching the way we were awkwardly staring at each other, jumped in to defend me.

"I asked him too. He didn't just-"

"Well, now that you're home, kiddo, I'll head to bed." Big John interrupted her, shooting me a lopsided grin over her shoulder. "Don't stay up too late, kids."

"We won't." I promised Big John. I wasn't talking about staying up late.

Nothing would ever come from Parker and me. This wasn't a fairytale with a happy ever after. But for tonight, I could pretend.

"So, what'd you do tonight?" Parker asked, turning her attention back to me. I felt like the most important person in the world.

"Pictured undoing that dress of yours." I joked.

Parker sat on the edge of her bed, positive pregnancy test in hand. She examined it at every angle, in every light, making sure there was, in fact, two lines and that John B would not know she bought the test off Etsy.

Frowning, she realized she never check that this wasn't a used pregnancy test. She searched up "positive pregnancy test" and bought the first one she found. Now, she thought she should have added the word "prank."

It didn't matter. Real or not, as long as there were two pink lines and tear stains on Parker's face, John B would believe she was pregnant. And he'd flip the fuck out.

Ah, April Fool's Day. The joyous holiday of all the younger siblings.

Parker made her way downstairs, stopping quickly at the bathroom to throw some water on her face and scrub her eyes red. With a little tremble of her bottom lip, she looked exactly like someone whose world just tilted on it's axis.

Slipping the test into her back pocket, Parker shakily called down the hall, "John B?"

A moment later, John B rounded the corner, concern etched on his face.

"Dipper? What's wrong?"

Parker sniffled into the sleeve of JJ's hoodie performatively, dabbing tap water from her eyes. She acted as though she didn't know where to start, when in reality she had been practicing this conversation in the mirror for the last 24 hours.

"I have," Sniffle. "Uh," Sniffle. "I have something to tell you." Parker cried.

John B's expression instantly hardened. He searched her body up and down, looking for injury. "What happened?"

Parker didn't pull out the test quite yet. She had to sell that she was distraught.

"It was a mistake."

Staring ahead at an old family photo framed on the wall of Parker, John B, and their dad, she waited for John B to reach out and turn her gaze back to him before continuing.

"Tell me, Dipper." John B said. Parker could hear the slight quiver in his voice.

Finally, Parker reached into her back pocket and pulled out the test. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and it took everything in her not to start to chuckle.

Holding the test out to John B, Parker watched as his eyes went wide. He glanced from Parker, to the test, back up to his sister's eyes, and then once more to the test before snatching it from her hand.

"You're serious?" He asked. His voice had fallen flat.

Parker nodded her head and muttered a half-sob, half-apology.

Running a hand through his hair, John B let his head fall, one hand clutching the test. Parker bit into her bottom lip, waiting for the irrational rage that was going to come from her brother. The panic, the despair, the desire to kill his best friend. Not to worry -- Parker kicked JJ out of the house before showing John B the test. She didn't want to explain to the courts that an April Fool's prank caused a murder.

One minute passed. Then two. John B didn't say anything. Parker started to worry that his brain exploded. Slowly, he lifted his head, tears brimming his eyes.

"I'm going to be an uncle?" John B asked hopefully. Like a child told they were going to Disney world.

"What?" The question slipped from Parker's lips before she could stop it.

John B's smile grew as he examined the test again. "You're going to have a baby!"

Parker froze on the spot. Was John B happy about this?

"This is amazing, Parker!" John B exclaimed, tackling her into a hug. "Why are you crying?"

Why was she crying? The better question was why he was smiling.

"My life is over." Parker reminded John B. The fake tears became harder to squeeze out. "JJ's life is over."

"No, Dipper." John B cradled his sister's face in his hands, holding the stranger's pee stick against her face. Parker fought the physical urge to recoil. "This isn't the end of your life. I'll help -- we'll all help." Placing his hands on her shoulders, he looked down at her stomach. Her baby-less stomach. "There's going to be a little Poguelette!"

Parker gaped at him. A Poguelette? What the fuck was a Poguelette?

She had told her brother that she was knocked by his best friend, and he was beaming. Beaming!

A wave of guilt hit her. John B was delighted she was pregnant, and now she'd have to tell him it was all a prank. She had expected announcing it was a prank would relieved him, not disappoint him.

"John B," Parker muttered, the nervousness in her voice real this time. "Actually, I have something else to tell you."

John B took a step back, still clutching her forearms. His smile faltered as Parker dragged her bottom lip between her teeth.

"The test isn't real." Parker admitted, cocking her head towards the test in his hand. She felt more shame in admitting the test wasn't real than pretending it was. "I bought it off Etsy. I was pranking you."

John B took a step back. Parker waited for his reaction -- tears, screaming, all the things she expected he would react with when she told him she was pregnant.

John B did none of that. His face fell back into the exaggerated annoyance Parker associated with her brother.

"No shit." He deadpanned, slamming the fake test into her chest. "It's April first. Try harder next time."

Of course John B knew the test was fake. Every year, like clockwork, Parker would call his name and surprise him with some elaborate prank. The second he opened his eyes and read the date off his phone, he knew not to believe a thing that came from his sister's mouth.

It didn't help Parker's case that this year, she left her laptop on the kitchen counter, open to the order confirmation from Etsy. So, he decided to prank her back by reacting the exact opposite way she wanted. With utter love and support.

Parker stared at him wide-eyed. Suddenly, John B understood why she loved pranking him. That look was priceless. "But you were happy?"

TW: Mentions of suicide and possible series spoilers.

*INSPIRED BY THE LETTERS IN REMINDERS TO HIM*

Parker’s second attempt is successful. It was a normal day at the bait shop, JJ took a group of Tourons on a charter, and when he get backs Pope is waiting for him, crying.

“Who died?” JJ asked as a joke, to find out Parker had been rushed to the hospital with a bullet through her chest.

She was declared dead upon arrival. Further scans confirmed that she was, indeed, brain dead. JJ let a humorless half sob/half laugh into the air, imagining how long Parker waited for that declaration. How long she had been planning her escape to happen in the hour he was gone, unable to stop her.

He knows the minute he steps out of the hospital, holding John B up with one arm, that he will never get over Parker. She’s still the love of his life. No one else will compare.

JJ dives headfirst into grief. Drinking, sleeping all day, and talking to the stars — to Parker — at night. He didn’t eat for weeks, maybe months. His skin turned grey, he grew a shitty beard that itched. Eventually, John B dragged him to grief counselling, where JJ learned to journal.

He wrote down everything and addressed it to Parker. The leather-bound notebook Pope gave him to get started quickly filled up, then a second, and a third.

In writing to Parker under the night sky, JJ found himself again. It felt like he was talking with her, losing himself in her brown and blue eyes until he forgot the end of his sentence.

Some letters started out with a rant. Sometimes he yelled at her for leaving him on the paper. Other times, he filled her in on what John B was doing — he was going to be a dad! And sometimes, he wrote on the paper like he was talking directly to her.

How was your day, love?

Did you see the meteor shower last night?

Are you still anxious up there?

On his worst days, he'd ask the details that made him relive the emergency waiting room and the doctor with a hand over his heart.

Why did you do it?

Why didn't you tell anyone you were hurting?

Could I have stopped you?

Slowly, with the help of his therapist, he stopped asking those questions. Stopped placing the responsibility of Parker's death on himself. It came down to the fact that she was sick. She always had been.

His therapist, a kind middle-aged woman with a greying bob and blue eyes so pale they were almost white, started encouraging JJ to date again. At first, and for a long time, he outright rejected it. He had met the love of his life. He had lost her. End of story.

He was fine living like a widow. In his head, he was a widow. Parker had a ring wrapped around her finger when she died -- a ring that JJ had bought from a pawn shop and slipped on her left hand the first chance he got. Now it sat above the shark tooth on his chain, where he'd fiddle with it throughout the day. If anyone asked about it, he said it was his wife's.

Years passed and JJ kept his distance from women. John B and Sarah's daughter was growing up, and she started asking why Uncle JJ was always alone. Pope and Cleo had gotten married shortly after Pope finished school, and Kie had found some nice Touron who moved to the island for her. But Uncle JJ, he was always alone outside, talking to what appeared to be no one, scribbling in his overflowing journal, waiting for the stars to come out.

Eventually, John B hopped on his case. Called it "best friend business." Insisted that as Parker's twin brother, he could give him Parker's approval in dating again.

It wasn't that JJ thought it was that moving wouldn't be what Parker wanted. It was that he physically couldn't. Everything reminded him of Parker, the girl he was once so sure he'd never lose. Even staring at John B too long sometimes would make his eyes tear up. How was he supposed to bring another woman into his life, knowing he only had space in his heart for one?

JJ got fed up and agreed to try dating again. The first one he went on, he left immediately, seeing the girl has brown hair. John B swore up and down that he thought it was JJ's type, but JJ reiterated that he wanted a girl nothing like Parker. Otherwise, it would feel like he was replacing her.

He continuously wrote to Parker when he went on dates. If he was the first to arrive, he'd wait at the table with a cup of black coffee and write Parker a letter. He started finding it to be bad luck if he wrote to her before a date saying he was imagining it was her, so instead he would tell her about the girl. Write her down on paper, she how she felt. JJ believed that if Parker was really against him with that one particular girl, she'd intervene and lightning would strike the table.

That never happened. But one day while JJ was jotting down thoughts in his journal, he met her.

She was nothing like Parker. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and green eyes. Long legs like a supermodel, almost standing taller than JJ himself. She was timid and shy, never spoke poorly about anyone or anything, and JJ liked her.

He didn't fall quite the same way he did with Parker. It was slower, more cautious. A lot of push and pull whenever he thought he was getting to close, only to have her show up at his door with ice cream and tell him that she could wait for him.

She understood what he was going through. Not entirely, but she tried. She kept Parker reverent in their house, and never tried to take her place. JJ like that about her. It felt like he could have both women coexist in his life.

She knew that JJ still talked to Parker, though it moved from nightly to weekly. He wrote Parker letters almost every day still, small things he wanted to tell her. She saw the notebooks, but never peeked inside of them. She watched JJ fall asleep every night cradling Parker's ring to his chest, but never said a word. It wasn't until over a year into the relationship that she ever brought up JJ's attachment to Parker.

"Now that we're engaged," She said, holding up the diamond ring JJ had bought her. The polar opposite to the metal ring JJ wore around his neck. "Maybe it's time you remove her ring from around your neck."

She didn't say Parker's name like she normally did. Parker had been reduced to her, and JJ didn't know what to think about it.

Of course, after talking, he did slip Parker's ring off his necklace. It was weird for him to be wearing another woman's ring when he was getting married next month. He wrote Parker a long letter about it after she had fallen asleep, apologizing and explaining why he did it, hope she'd understand. Then he slipped Parker's ring into his nightstand.

The closer it got to the wedding, the more she started to poke at JJ's ongoing relationship with his dead ex-fiancee. It was never cruel, or excessive, or even unreasonable, just small comments. Like one morning over coffee:

"Why don't you write me a letter sometime?" She asked, smiling around the lipstick marks she had left on the coffee cup.

JJ dropped his pen and subtly closed his leather-bound notebook. He didn't have the heart to explain that these weren't love letters, more than a conversation with someone who couldn't talk back. So, he started leaving little letters around the house that described how pretty his soon-to-be wife was, or how much he loved her.

Soon the day of JJ's wedding came. John B clasped JJ's shoulder at the altar and whispered in his ear about how happy Parker would be for him. How much she'd love his wife. But JJ knew he was lying.

Parker had nothing in common with his wife. And while he slipped the ring on her finger, Parker's stayed in his bedside drawer.

Life picked up after that. JJ got a promotion at work, though there wasn't much difference when you worked at a garage. A higher salary and longer hours was all it was. His wife worked at some Kook boutique down by the pier, both so tired at the end of the day that they'd fall asleep together on the couch.

He stopped writing to Parker as much. Stopped talking to her under his breath too. But he never stopped thinking about her. Those brown and blue eyes that held him captive, that little smirk that came before a sassy comment. The way she'd roll her eyes and cross her arms, then kiss JJ senseless and tell him she loved him.

Sometimes JJ would space out and imagine he was seventeen again with Parker, but only for a short time. Then his phone would ring and he would have to go to work, or his wife would call for him upstairs and he'd rush to her.

One of the times he zoned out, his wife came downstairs and pressed a test with two pink lines into his hands. She was so happy she was in tears, and it brought JJ to tears too, but for other reasons. Nevertheless, he smiled and threw his arms around her, smelling vanilla instead of peach.

That night, he pulled his journal back out and wrote Parker twenty pages under the stars. About what his life had become, and what it should have been. He felt wrong -- horrible, in fact -- that his wife was sleeping upstairs with a hand rested on their unborn child, and JJ was outside writing about everything else he wanted but that.

He didn't know it at the time, but he wanted kids with Parker. A baseball team of them, all with her heterochromic eyes and his blond hair. He wanted to see her pregnant, he wanted to hold it over John B's head that he got his sister pregnant. He wanted her to be his wife, and to wake up to her in the morning cursing at her alarm. He wanted Nickelback and all the other shitty rock music she liked to be blaring through the house. What he'd give to tangle his fist in the roots of her hair one last time, tug firmly, and press his lips to her all while she was swaying back and forth to the sound of an electric guitar.

The pregnancy was rough on his marriage. He tried to be the best husband he could, and prepare himself to be the best father, but his grief was getting the best of him. There were nights neither of them slept, spending then entire night fighting. She'd ask JJ if he wanted to be with her, he'd say yes and mean it. But then she'd pull the notebook out and count how many new pages he wrote the night before: sometimes one, sometimes five.

"We have a baby on the way, JJ!" She shrieked, chucking the notebook across the room. "And you're still hung up on some girl you never even married! What is our daughter going to think, seeing her dad love Parker more than her mom?"

It was the first time she had ever used Parker's name as a curse. JJ broke down and stormed outside. He cried for hours, unsure of what to do. If he should stay or if he should go. Or if maybe, just maybe, he should reunite himself with Parker.

His entire body trembled at the thought. He wondered how many times Parker thought of suicide before she actually committed it. He wondered how sad she must have been because even now, with his life in utter shambles, he couldn't imagine leaving it all behind.

There was a warm brush on his cheek. The wind billowed slowly through the trees as the sun came up, and JJ was taken aback by how much it felt like Parker's touch. Right over his dimple, where she liked to poke and tease him, just a small brush of warmth than made the pain go away.

He was sure it was her way of telling him everything was going to be okay.

The next day, he apologized to his wife, over and over again. He promised not to bring up Parker again. She apologized too, and the next thing they knew, they were driving to the hospital to deliver their baby girl.

When she was born, the nurses placed her on her mother's chest. JJ was amazed at how loud she was able to scream considering how tiny she was. His wife cried, and he cried, and the baby opened it's eyes.

At first, JJ thought he was seeing things. He had barely slept the entire pregnancy. But those eyes were something he could not mistake. One brown, one blue.

He cried even harder. So hard he scared some of the nurses, who thought he was going to accuse his wife of cheating. The way his baby looked at him was unlike how anyone had looked at him for years. He scooped the tiny infant into his arms and cradled her to his chest, mumbling Parker's name under his breath.

It was at that moment he realized he could never escape his first love. He was so happy he could have melted into the floor, had he not been holding a newborn.

"What is it?" His wife asked, out of breath and doused in sweat.

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The smut following 18 Years Later Pt.1

Parker Kate 

"And I'm trying to fuck his mom." 

"God, JJ," I spat, letting out an amused laugh. My husband beamed with a mix of pride and arousal. 

"Going to make her scream my name." He pressed a soft kiss under my ear, lightly dragging his teeth across the skin. His hands trailed up my shirt, stopping at the hem of my bra. "Maybe she'll even call me Daddy." 

"Are you done?" I asked flatly. JJ simply smirked and crashed his lips to mine. 

He kissed with an intensity that meant something. He wanted me bare. He wanted me needy. He wanted me unraveled. But at the heart of all that, he wanted me. 

I gave him everything I had. Parting my lips, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and slowly began to take me apart. My hands travelled up his shirt, feeling the hot flush of his skin against mine. He rolled his hips forward, shaking the hammock slightly, and a gasp caught in my throat. 

Closer. He needed to be closer. I always needed him to be closer. 

Reading my mind, JJ went to pull my shirt over my head, but I stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. 

"Do you want to go inside?" I offered, gasping for air. 

JJ shook his head, lust dimming his eyes into a dangerous, persuasive blue. "I want to fuck you out here." 

"JJ, we can't fuck on the hammock." I held tightly to my momentary clarity, knowing one thrust of his hips could undo it all. "We're too old for that." 

"You might be. I'm not," JJ announced, pinching my nipple under my shirt. A soft moan bubbled in my throat. 

"Last time we tried, the hammock broke, and you screamed so loud John B ran outside, saw us naked, and then tried to drown himself in the marsh." 

"The hammock is not going to break again. I reinforced it." JJ argued, although he was climbing off me onto the ground. Grabbing the blanket we had discarded, he placed it on the sand-riddled lawn.

"And what happens if one of us breaks something?" I asked, mostly to piss him off. Tap-dancing on his nerves never lost its appeal. 

Refusing to answer my question, JJ wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me off the hammock, and lowered me onto the blanket. 

"Still so fucking anxious." He mused, smiling facetiously. 

"Just the way you like me." 

Ripping his shirt over his head, he positioned himself on top of me, pinning me down with his strong thighs. He loomed over my body like a tatted warrior, looking like a fantasy. Heat pooled in my stomach, trickling between my thighs. 

Pulling him down by the neck, I crashed my lips to his, tangling my fist in his hair. He groaned deeply, desperately, like the need that coursed through him bordered on painful. 

It was painful for me. That kind of beautiful pain I craved. A knife dug into my heart while fire struck my veins, and I lost myself in JJ.

Lost, not hid. I stopped hiding a while ago. 

Peeling my shirt off, JJ threw it into the yard, followed by the bra. Sinking two of his fingers into my waistband, he pulled my pants and underwear off in one swift tug and sank to his knees. 

He started at my feet, kissing my ankle, where we both had P4L tattoos. Then up to my knee and my thighs, littered with stretch marks. He kissed every one, telling me I was beautiful, worshipping the imperfections that had formed on my body. 

Running my left hand through his hair, JJ caught it and carefully opened my hand. Mouthing at the scar on my palm, JJ lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I don't deserve you."

It was a single, crooked slash through the middle of my hand. The skin was raised where the knife had cut and covered in burn tissue. Perhaps it would have healed better if I had access to medical care, but Pope did his best, cauterizing the cut with a cigarette lighter and a prayer.

Holding my gaze, he pressed an open-mouth kiss to the inside of my hand, sucking lightly. I had never thought twice about the scar decorated in purple like a veteran, but JJ worshipped it every chance he got, whispering, "I don't deserve you" or "I don't deserve this."

And every time, I'd cup his face and whisper, "I'd do it again." And again. And again.

Running his lips up my arm, JJ paused halfway up my elbow, where two paper-thin scars lay. I had stopped hiding them years ago, and it took a careful eye to notice them, but one night my eight-year-old had taken her eyes off Frozen long enough to catch my red skin under the blue light.

"What are these on your arm, Mommy?" She asked innocently. Suddenly, there were seven pairs of eyes on my arm, searching for an answer.

I didn't know how to explain them to an eight-year-old. Like Anna on our TV screen, I was frozen. Before I could open my mouth and babble some bullshit excuse, JJ stepped in.

"Those are Mommy's battle scars." JJ said simply, bouncing our five-year-old upside down on his shoulder.

"Did she win?"

JJ left that for me to answer, turning to me with a smile. Grabbing onto my daughter's tiny hand, I felt a swell of pride I hadn't felt over those scars before. "Hell yeah, I did."

Pressing a kiss to each of the scars, JJ continued trailing up my body. He ran his tongue over the stretch marks on my stomach, down the swell of my chest. Sucking one of my pink nipples into his mouth, JJ bit down lightly, pulling a soft moan from my chest. Unsatisfied, he sank his teeth into the pointed bud until I arched into his mouth and then licked the flash of pain away. He did the same to the other nipple before trailing open-mouth kisses up to my lips. 

Capturing my lips in his, JJ grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged fiercely, and I gasped into his mouth. 

"So fucking happy you kept your hair long." JJ mumbled against my lips. When it wasn't in JJ's hands, it sat right above my waist, the way it had my entire life. 

"Just so you can pull it." 

"Oh yeah?" Detaching his lips from mine, JJ gave another sharp tug to my hair, angling my head back. My mouth fell open as he rolled his hips into mine, the contrast of pleasure and pain almost too much to bear. Almost. "I could probably make you come just like this, huh?" 

He repeated his actions, tugging on my hair at the same time he thrust his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against me. The sound I made was loud enough that John B could hear it in his house, think it was his daughter, have a panic attack, realize it was his sister, and keep panicking. 

"Oh fuck, JJ," I gasped. 

"All fucking worked up over nothing." JJ teased, his voice that deep rasp that came with overexuberant control. "How many more times do you think I have to do this for you to come?" 

Not many. "JJ-" 

"Don't worry, love. I won't make you come. Not this early." He promised. I was torn between thanking him and slapping him. "Just want to see how close I can get you without tipping over the edge." 

Slapping him. I chose slapping him. However, when I brought my hand forward, I gripped onto him for stability. Like he knew exactly what was going through my head, JJ chuckled and brought me up to the edge. 

The moment my thighs clenched around him, he pulled away. Raising up onto one arm, he reached for the button on his shorts, but I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. 

Following the way he undressed me, I dipped my fingers into his shorts and pulled them down in one swift moment. Starting at his ankles, I kissed my way up his legs, stopping at his thigh. 

JJ's body hadn't changed much over the years. His stomach softened after years of food security, and a few lines had formed on his face. But what had changed was the art that decorated it. 

The first was a tattoo on his right thigh. A map, with stars over the locations where we found treasure. North Carolina. Columbia. Morocco. South Carolina. Underneath it, "Everything to Lose" was written in cursive. 

The next was the John Deere logo on JJ's ass. Playfully sinking my teeth into the black ink, I let out a little laugh. In this moment, the tattoo he had so lovingly gotten for me while drunk was literal. 

Brushing my lips over the scar on his stomach, I trailed my hands up JJ's chest, over the tattoo he had gotten last winter. Eight surfboards, all traced in black ink from largest to smallest, taking over his entire left pec. Our names were on the first two, and the kids' names were on the rest. He hadn't told anyone he was getting the tattoo. Simply ripped his shirt off in the middle of dinner and said, "Look at this!"

Our oldest cried when he saw it for the first time, noticing his name on the third surfboard. He tried not to, but his head fell onto the kitchen table next to his plate of pasta.

"I'm on there?" He asked JJ, who was rubbing his back with the largest smile on his face. It was the moment he realized he created the family for our son that he never got a chance to have.

"Of course you are, son."

Lifting my head, I glanced at the house, waiting for JJ to follow my gaze. "Those kids have never been scared of their father." I told him. "He's never raised a hand to them. He's never made them feel worthless. Their father loves them unconditionally."

JJ's eyes welled with tears underneath me. He tried to blink them away, but I placed my hand on his chest. I wanted him to feel how great of a father he was. I wanted him to see himself the way I did.

"He broke the cycle for them."

Pressing a kiss to the damp corner of his lips, I lent JJ my chest to cry in. He wasn't sobbing. It was much softer -- prouder. His head rested on the swell of my breasts as his arms came around my back, holding me close. 

"I love you," He whimpered. "Holy fuck, Parker Kate, I love you." 

Rising onto my knees, I reached between our bodies and took his cock into my hand. With a few gentle strokes, I positioned myself above him and sank down slowly. 

Sometimes you needed to tell people you loved them. Other times you showed them. 

"Is this okay?" I asked JJ, building a slow rhythm with my hips. 

"More than okay." JJ let out a shaky breath, throwing his head back into the blanket. "So fucking okay." 

"You're perfect." I told him, unsure exactly of where the words came from. "A perfect husband. A perfect father. A crazy-ass businessman taking the world over one step at a time. I wake up every morning and think, 'Wow, how on earth did I marry this man?'"

"You're -- fuck -- stealing my words, Turbo," JJ groaned. 

"Yeah, well, you need to hear them too." Adjusting my pace, I rode JJ faster and deeper, catching my own breath in my chest. "And I fucking love your dick." 

JJ's fingers flew to my waist, gripping tightly as his eyes fluttered shut. He moaned shamelessly for me when I clenched around him, losing himself in the sensation. He stayed there for a moment before opening his eyes. 

"Get on your hands and knees." He demanded. "Now." 

Removing myself from JJ, I crawled onto my hands and knees as he positioned himself behind me. In one quick thrust, he was back inside of me, scraping that spot he knew so well. 

"Look at this," JJ said, placing his hand under my chin and forcing my head upwards so I was looking at the house. "Look at what we created." 

A strangled moan escaped my chest as I looked at our house -- our home -- studying each detail. The mess in the yard. The darkness of the rooms. The chipped paint, barely illuminated by crappy porch lights, covered in chalk. And then feeling that tear through my chest staring at it. 

"You told me at nineteen years old that you didn't see a future." JJ said matter-of-factly. "Do you see it now?" He asked. "Do you see how fucking great it is?"  

Overwhelmed by the snap of JJ's hips and the emotions tugging at my entire being, I nodded my head. 

"Tell me, Parker." 

"I see it," I half-gasped, half-moaned. "I see it all." 

Bringing his lips to the back of my shoulder, JJ placed an open-mouth kiss over my Little Dipper tattoo. It was the only mark on either of our bodies that was before us. Before the treasure hunts. Before the secrets. Before we knew what love was and what love could become. 

"Oh, God, JJ!" 

Flipping me onto my back, JJ hovered above me, breathing heavily with sweat trickling down his face. He was so sexy like that. Completely unraveled physically and emotionally. I could feel his heart beating rapidly when his chest pressed to mine. My favorite fucking rhythm. 

"I love you," I confessed, placing my hand against his chest. JJ held it there, cradling my hand with his. 

"This is only the beginning, Parker Kate," JJ said through short, choppy breaths. "You're going to love me a hell of a lot more later." 

Crazy as it sounded, I believed him. I loved JJ with my whole heart, like I always had. But the funny thing was that my heart kept growing. Even when our bodies stopped, with no more scars to cover and no people to create, our hearts kept growing. 

Crying out into the night, my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. My nails dragged down JJ's chest, back arching off the blanket. JJ wrapped a stabilizing hand around my back, and with a few sharp thrusts, stilled inside of me. 

We stayed there for a moment, rocking slowly. There was no need to pull away and throw our clothes on, pretending that nothing happened. JJ's lips met mine, and he devoured me languidly. Gentle brushes of his tongue, soft nips of his teeth. I sighed happily and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him with all the time in the world. 

Eventually, the February air became crisp against our bare flesh, and so we packed up for the night. Put our clothes on and brought the mugs inside. JJ put the blanket in the wash and wrote "laundry detergent" on the shopping list sitting on the fridge while I loaded the dishwasher full of sippy cups and whiskey glasses. 

Our oldest's car keys were sitting on the counter, where JJ and I agreed he'd put them when he came in for the night. Underneath them was a note scribbled on a ripped-up piece of loose-leaf. 

I'll pretend I didn't hear you guys having sex outside tomorrow if you pretend not to notice the massive hickey on my neck.

Unable to process any of that, I slapped the handwritten note into JJ's chest. "That's all you, baby."

JJ laughed and smiled at me. "Like father, like son." 

Set 18 years in the future, Valentine's Day looks a little different for Parker and JJ. Sneaking outside while the kids are asleep, Parker discovers JJ hasn't taken his wedding ring off for fifteen years and JJ freaks out about when his daughters are old enough to date.

Smut in part two.

Parker Kate 

Sinking into the hammock, I took a slow, deep breath, releasing the stress of the day. The February air sent a chill through my body, and I tightened the blanket I had thrown over my shoulders before coming outside. On my thigh, I balanced the baby monitor, watching the grainy black-and-white footage of my youngest daughter sleeping. 

She was so peaceful. It was a marvel she came from me and JJ. 

Behind me, I heard the creak of the back door as JJ stepped outside. His steps were light and careful, the way they always were after bedtime. Tonight had been a particularly hard night, scrubbing red-dyed sugar off of baby teeth and combating the energy coming from pounds of chocolate eaten at school. And home -- JJ thought he was being sneaky handing out candy hearts behind my back. He wasn't. I didn't say anything because I liked watching the kids' eyes light up, forming a secret sugar-fueled alliance with their dad. 

There were no quips, no sarcastic jokes. Not even an eye roll. I had turned fucking soft from watching the man I loved become SuperDad. 

"Hey, love," JJ said softly, his words muffled by the singular white daisy captured between his teeth. He held out a mug filled with an amber liquid. It was the expensive whiskey he had splurged on for himself. 

My heart stumbled over itself in my chest the same way it did when we first started dating. Moonlight always did JJ well, but the warmth in my body came from more than his looks. It came from the man who was once my dirty secret and then my teenage dream. The feeling of knowing we were going to make it here one day, and that every time I looked at him, it would still feel like the first time. 

"Hey, baby." I smiled up at him. Taking the mug from his hands, JJ removed the flower from his mouth, snapped off the stem, and tucked it behind my ear. "Where'd you get that?" 

I hadn't expected to see anything from JJ. We decided against Valentine's plans this year. We were too busy and tired and would rather have a slow night at home between the two of us. He probably stole it from our oldest son, who had taken his girlfriend out tonight and treated her right with flowers, candy, and a small necklace. 

"I have my ways." He wiggled his eyebrows and sank into the hammock beside me. I moved the blanket to rest over both our shoulders. "Is she sleeping?" He motioned to the baby monitor in my lap. 

"For now," I said, holding the monitor for him to see. "She still sucks her fingers." 

JJ squinted at the monitor, smiled, and placed it on the ground. "I think it's because they had chocolate on them." 

I didn't ask where she got the chocolate, instead sipping on the whiskey. Expensive or not, it tasted like a Sharpie to me. JJ smiled to himself, like he was getting away with something. 

Reaching my thumb out, I traced the creases starting to form beside his eyes. He was only thirty-five, but he had smiled so much it was starting to leave lines in his skin. I perceived it as a personal accomplishment. 

"Are you going to call me old again?" JJ teased, and the skin under my thumb bunched together. 

"No," I said softly. Normally, I would call him old. Make fun of him for aging before I did. But tonight, the tiny lines had my heart overflowing with love. "Actually, I was thinking about how they are my favorite part of you." 

"Oh yeah?" 

"It shows you are happy. That I make you happy." Turning my head to the yard, I examined the mess we purposefully never cleaned. Bikes, balls, and shoes littered the yard. Surfboards, from when he had taught the kids, and skateboards from when I wanted to prove I was still cool. JJ had looked at me that day the same way he did when we were seventeen, with awe and a slight bit of anxiety that I was going to break a bone. And then, when I landed a kickflip perfectly, he cheered loudly. Louder than all our kids. "That we make you happy." 

Pulling my feet into his lap, JJ leaned back in the hammock. "You make me very happy, Parker." 

"What about me?" I asked, tipping my head to the side. "What's your favorite part of me, after all these years?" 

JJ's smile pulled tighter, more mischievous, as his eyes fell onto my chest. I had gone up a cup size or two since having kids, and JJ definitely took notice, though he assured me he loved my chest at every size. 

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. JJ let out a little laugh and wrapped his hand around the back of my head, forcing me to look at him. "Your eyes, Parker. They have always been my favorite." 

"They're not just mine anymore." 

"No," JJ's gaze was heavy with adoration, stopping my heart in its tracks. "But I fell in love with yours first." 

There was a quiet beat between the two of us. JJ stared at me, and I stared at him. Neither of us made a move to close the distance or say anything more. 

At the start of our relationship, we loved out loud, and I mean literally. Screaming "I love you" in each other's faces. Tackling each other into hugs and obnoxious kisses. Making sure that every person in the room knew we were together. 

The showy part of our relationship never left. JJ still made heinous comments about me in front of John B and would kiss me grossly whenever the kids were watching. But our love had morphed into quiet moments too. Falling asleep together on the couch while folding laundry. Sharing glances at restaurants where the servers were dressed as firemen and the food was made of plastic and Play-Doh. Leaning on each other while we loomed over the coffee machine in our sweatpants. 

When we were young, we were so sure we were running out of time that we forgot to live it. Traipsed all over the world for treasure, only to find out the treasure was the people who we travelled with. Now, with lines on our skin and hair that was sure to turn grey soon, we lived in the moment. 

"Would you have believed it if you told yourself all those years ago that we ended up here?" I asked, tilting my head to see the entirety of JJ's gorgeous face.

JJ shook his head immediately. "Not a chance in hell." He said on the edge of a laugh. "Never would I have believed that I would have you as my wife. That we'd have a huge family. That I was destined for something other than loneliness and jail cells."

I let out a little laugh. "Well, we have been to jail a few times." 

"Not in a while." Leaning back in the hammock, JJ took a sip of his whiskey before adding, "We traded jail time for time-outs." 

He was not the person to be saying that. "I'm pretty sure the last person I put in time-out was you." 

JJ smirked that devilish smirk that didn't grow up with the rest of him. "Still would have rather been spanked." 

"We tried that one time, remember? You cried." 

"Yeah, from laughing so hard," JJ rebutted. "You called me a bad boy like I was a fucking dog." 

Whiskey sputtered from the corners of my lips. "You were on all fours with your ass in the air!" 

Knowing neither of us could win this argument and maintain our egos, we doubled over, laughing until our stomachs hurt. The kind of hurt that came from wholehearted joy and complete comfort. 

Reaching for my shoulder, JJ pulled me back until my head was pressed against his chest. His heart beat happily under my palm, remnants of laughter fleeing his chest. 

"We've had a lot of good sex in our time. There's got to be some flops from time to time." I pointed out. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows dramatically. "Had a lot of good sex? You're acting like we've peaked." 

"You don't think we have?" I teased, lifting my head off his chest. 

"No!" He pretended to be offended, then paused, thought about it for a second, and raised his finger up. "The time we accidentally got high on acid at a college dorm party and fucked on an air mattress. I distinctly remember seeing those nineties rainbow optical illusions when I came."

"Oh my God! I totally forgot about our accidental acid trip." And the great sex that followed. My clit was never the same. 

"But that doesn't count because we weren't sober." 

"Was that the same night you got your ass tat?" Laughing, I grabbed a handful of my husband's ass and squeezed. 

"No, that was boy's night out." JJ said, swatting my hand away. "Remember, I was pissed that you wouldn't blow me after I tattooed my ass for you." 

"I was stone-cold sober, and you were drunk off your ass. Literally," I defended myself. "That's like the time I convinced myself you weren't sleeping with me because you had a girlfriend." 

"We were already married," JJ reminded me, bringing my left hand to his mouth and kissing my wedding ring.  The same way he did that fateful night I had forgotten everything. 

All it took was one kiss to remember he was my husband. That I had him wrapped around my finger, and he had me wrapped around his. 

"You know what I think our peak sexual experience was?" I asked. 

JJ was quick to guess, "The time you blew me in the car while Nickelback played in the background and the cop pulled us over for reckless driving." 

"No." 

"The Halloween I chased you through the woods in a mask?" JJ said, quickly correcting himself with the plural, "Halloweens." 

"Not quite." 

"Our honeymoon when we broke the hotel bed and pretended that our room had been raided?" 

"God, we're sluts." I crinkled up my face. Letting JJ guess was a bad idea, though he appeared pleased with himself. "I was going to say the time we were angry at John B and fucked on his bed." 

"Oh!" JJ threw his head back. Smiling, he added, "I wonder if he kept those sheets." 

"He didn't find out until a year ago. We did that when we were, what, nineteen?" For my brother's sake, I hoped the sheets had gotten a hole years prior and he chucked them. Or at the very least ran them through the wash. 

At the time, though, it was fucking epic. The epitome of breaking the rules. 

"Do you ever remember what we were mad about?" I asked. 

"Not something worth coming straight on his sheets." JJ laughed, finishing off the whiskey in his mug. 

"We were horrible to John B," I admitted. After all these years, I had come around to my teenage rebellion and realized we treated him like crap. I didn't regret it, but I realized it. Halfway there. 

Looking across the backyard at my brother's house, I could see the faint light coming from his kitchen. I had learned better than to look for long, scared of what I would see going on inside his house. Though, tonight all I could see was him pacing his kitchen. Back and forth with his hands tangled in his hair. 

"Hey, look," I nudged JJ's shoulder, cocking my head towards the Routledges' house. "He's still pacing." 

His oldest had her first Valentine's date tonight, and John B had spent most of last night in our living room, running the boy's name through criminal databases, where it came up that he was, in fact, a normal sixteen-year-old boy. Eventually, Sarah came and dragged him back home to face his fears. 

"I don't blame him," JJ said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I barely slept last night thinking about what would happen when our girls started dating." 

"Our son is on a date now." 

"True, but it's different with daughters," JJ claimed. "For years your the most important man in your daughter's life, and then one day some pubescent boy with a pedo stash comes and takes your place. You become less important." 

My mouth hung open. I had thought he was about to say some misogynistic bullshit about how dating was different for boys than girls, but instead he wiped my heart from my chest. 

A ghost of a smile danced over my face. Not at my husband's pain, but because I knew I had chosen the right man to father my children. I thought JJ placed me on a pedestal, but compared to them, I was sitting on the side of a curb. 

"I can promise you that's not how it works," I told my husband, looping my arms through his. "I still think my dad hung the moon, and I have a ring on my finger." Grabbing onto his left hand, I ran my fingers over his wedding ring. "My dad hung the moon, but you hung the stars. It takes both to make a beautiful nightscape." 

Dropping his head, JJ let out a strangled, "Jesus Christ, love." 

"I've got a way with words, huh?" 

JJ shook his head. "You have a way with my heart." 

A fierce blush rose on my cheeks that JJ traced with his thumb before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He tasted bitter, like whiskey, but with that sweet aftertaste I still hadn't placed after all these years. 

"I love you," He muttered, dragging his lips against mine. "I think more now than I ever have." 

"You've said that before." I giggled. 

"When you put a ring on my finger," JJ said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I haven't taken my ring off for fifteen years."

"Not once?" I asked. I thought he was exaggerating, but he shook his head.

"Not since you slipped it on." He said, smiling at our intertwined hands. 

There was a brief moment of "Oh my God, this is so romantic" before the logistics of how long he had the ring on hit me. Every diaper explosion. Every night with the norovirus. Every swim in the ocean. 

"Jesus, JJ!" I exclaimed, reaching for the ring. "Do you know how many times you've gotten shit on your fingers? Or puke? You've put this finger inside of me!" 

I held his hand up for him to see. JJ, as expected, was less than fazed. He was closer to laughing than anything. 

"I wash my hands, Parker," JJ said. "And I'm right-handed. Your brother knows that." 

I was too flabbergasted to hear what he was saying. Instead, I was imagining all the different colors his finger could be under the ring. "You've never taken that ring off," I said to myself once more, making sure I heard him right. "Your poor finger is probably rotting under there." 

The ring didn't budge when I pulled on it. Trying again, I dragged JJ's hand out, ring and all, while he winced in pain. 

"Stop pulling!" He whined. "It stopped moving about two years ago."

"What?" My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. "The ring fastened itself to your skin two years ago, and you never thought, 'Huh, maybe this is something I should get checked out?'"

"It's not like I'm taking it off anytime soon." JJ tried to defend himself, flexing his hand. "My circulation is fine." 

It took every ounce of my self-control to not mock how dumb he sounded. "What if there was an accident? You'd lose your finger!"

"I'd rather lose my finger than the ring." JJ said honestly as I stood up off the hammock, turning back for the house. "Where are you going?" 

"To get some string and something lubricating. Your finger needs to breathe," I told him, ignoring his protests. 

"My finger needs to honor my wife!" 

"Your tongue can do that!" I shouted back. 

Fifteen minutes later, I was hunched over JJ's finger with a bottle of lube, dental floss, and a needle, fighting with the ring that attached itself to my husband. JJ loomed above me, using his phone as a flashlight. 

"You're going to stab me!" He whined, shaking like I was performing open-heart finger surgery. One would think after delivering our last kid on the bathroom floor in our ensuite twenty minutes after the first contraction, I would have earned more credit when it came to getting large things out of tiny holes. 

"It's almost through." 

"It is not almost through!" JJ exclaimed. "You're under my skin!" 

"If I were under your skin, you'd be bleeding." I told him, leaving out "pussy," like the good wife I was. 

"It's not going anywhere, love," JJ said on a sharp intake of breath. "If it makes you feel better, I will call Pope in the morning and have him help me get it off. But, for the love of God, take the needle and the fucking dental floss out of my ring!" 

Agreeing that the ring was, in fact, not going anywhere, I pulled the needle and the dental floss out of his ring and dropped it in my empty mug. JJ leaned back and sighed with a relief greater than surviving war. 

"Fuck!" He cursed, bringing his finger to his mouth and kissing it. "I almost lost you, buddy -- eugh, lube." His lips curled upwards, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. 

"You're fine. You've eaten lube," I reminded him. "Remember at that sex shop? And then we had to buy it." 

JJ looked me dead in the eye, more serious than he was when he asked me to marry him. "It was green apple flavored. I wanted to see what it tasted like." 

"Like green apple?" I stated the obvious. 

"Well, I know that now." 

All I could do was laugh at my husband. Loudly. Obnoxiously. It didn't take long for JJ to break down too, collapsing on top of me. His body pinned mine to the hammock, and he chuckled into my neck, sending pleasant ripples down my spine. 

Fingers grasping at the skin under my shirt, JJ pulled me down until we were face-to-face, breathing heavily. His smile was wicked, pulling the corners of his eyes tightly, while his fingers traced circles on my skin. Slow and deliberate, enough to steer my train of thought from "I love this man" to "I need this man." 

They worked together. Love boiled inside of me, spilling from my chest, while a lower heat settled between my legs. I pulled JJ closer because I wanted to hold him while simultaneously bathing in the feeling of his weight on me. 

Unable to help myself, I pressed my lips to his, frantic with equal parts of love and lust. The same way it was when we were seventeen, lying on the pullout bed, ripping our clothes off. 

"I need you," JJ rasped. 

"Baby, you have me." 

JJ shook his head and pulled away. "Not like this. Closer. Less clothes." 

Rising onto his knees like a vengeful warrior, JJ huffed out a sigh, hearing his phone buzz. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, revealing a photo of me and our baby girl asleep on the couch. 

"He wants to stay out an hour past curfew." JJ told me, running a hand through his hair. 

"And he texted you?" I asked, slightly offended our son had chosen to come to him first. That kid knew damn well I called the shots around here. 

"Because I'm more likely to say yes," JJ filled in the blanks. "I remember what it was like to be seventeen with a half-naked girl underneath you." 

"Oh God, JJ." I rolled my eyes. 

"I'm surprised he's asking for more time instead of showing up late and hoping we are asleep." JJ's fingers flew furiously over the phone. 

"What are you saying?" I asked. 

"He can have an extra hour. It's a special night." 

"JJ!" 

Shrugging his shoulders, JJ threw his phone into the yard. "I added 'be safe' at the end."

"Good parenting," I deadpanned. 

"He needs to have teenage experiences." Leaning back over me, JJ grabbed my hands and pinned them at the sides of my head. 

The sinful gleam in his eyes told me that his permission was less about our son's teenage experiences and more about his own desire. 

"And?" I prepositioned him. 

Smirking, JJ pressed a small, teasing kiss to my neck. 

The smut following the Valentine's Day oneshot. Enjoy!

Parker Kate 

Once we got to Dipper's Discoveries, JJ and I ate our burgers under the stars while he listened to me talk about asteroids and where would be the most dangerous for them to hit. It couldn't have been an attractive conversation, but he listened to me talk the whole time with a smile on his face.

I love how JJ listens to me.

After we were done eating, we lay down on the blankets, watching the stars. There was no spontaneous and romantic meteor shower, which JJ apologized for, saying that NASA wouldn't make one for us.

Truthfully, based on tonight, I wouldn't have been surprised if JJ did legitimately ask.

"I love you so much, Jay." I said, rolling onto my side to look at him. "Seriously, more than Nickelback."

"We both know that's not true. But I'm going to pretend it is." JJ said.

"I got one more gift for you." I told JJ, standing up. This one I knew was going to be JJ's favorite. Over the license plate.

"I'm listening."

"Close your eyes." I told JJ, waiting for them to be closed before removing my clothes.

Truthfully, if I had known we were going to be on the boat, I might have been a bit smarter, because it was fucking cold on the water in February. Not lingerie weather.

"Open." I told JJ, kneeling in front of him.

The look on JJ's face was hard to describe. Pure joy was the closest I could get. Like he was watching fireworks on the Fourth of July or saw a bunch of presents under the Christmas tree.

"Holy shit." JJ muttered after he picked his jaw up off the floor.

I love how sexy JJ makes me feel.

"Your lucky I love you because I'm fucking cold." I said.

"I can fix that." JJ said, yanking me down onto the boat and climbing on top of me.

After waiting all day, the weight of JJ on me felt like enough to get me off in the moment. The look in his eyes was enough to drive me crazy. I felt starved.

"Goddamn." JJ cursed, running his hands along my breasts. "Pink looks good on you."

I watched as his hands toyed with the material, knowing what was going through his brain. JJ had a thing for ripping things, and I knew that he was going to at some point.

Once his self-control snapped.

I brought my lips to JJ's, kissing him desperately. He met my passion, dominating the kiss with his tongue.

It was a needy kiss, one that had a mix of love and desire, that felt powerful. It was like at the end of a movie, where the two main characters kiss as the earth shatters between them.

I moved my lips down to JJ's neck and collarbone, sinking my teeth in when I found the spot that drove him crazy. His hands slipping into my bra, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a possessive way.

"How much did these cost?" JJ asked.

The question had nothing to do with the money. He didn't give two shits about how much it cost.

"Don't worry, I bought two." I told him.

"Thank fucking god." JJ exclaimed, grabbing onto the front of my bra.

He yanked on the fabric, causing it to snap open, exposing my bare chest to him. It still had marks on it from last night, which made JJ smile.

"Look at my pretty girl, all marked up from me." JJ said, attaching his lips back onto my chest.

He wasn't gentle, running his teeth along my nipples, biting the underside of my boobs. I liked that he wasn't gentle. If he were, he wouldn't be JJ.

Like this morning, JJ trailed his lips down my body until he was back to the position where John B interrupted us.

"God, Parker. You're fucking soaked." JJ said as he slid his hands into my underwear, teasing my entrance.

He slowly slid two of his fingers inside of me, making my eyes roll. It felt like I'd waited forever and now was finally getting what my body craved.

JJ worked his hand slowly, teasing me like it was some sort of game. He knew what he was doing. This was all shits and giggles to him.

"JJ, faster. Please." I begged, watching as his smirk enveloped his face.

Instead of going faster, JJ pulled his hand out before rolling off of me and lying on his back.

"Come on, baby, come sit on my face."

He didn't have to tell me twice.

I stood up to shake off my underwear, pausing for a second to have JJ see the best part of it.

"God almighty!" JJ cussed.

There were two J's encrusted along the waist of my thong, sitting just above my ass. When I saw that you could personalize your underwear online, I knew I had to order them for tonight.

Based on the look on JJ's face, it was well worth it.

"What do you think?" I asked, sliding them off.

"I think I came in my pants." JJ joked. Or, well, I thought he was kidding. "Come here."

I came over to JJ, hovering a little over his face. He looked at me like a caveman, ready to devour his next meal.

"Sit." JJ demanded, pulling me down.

JJ wasted no time devouring me, drowning me in pleasure from his tongue. He alternated between sucking on my clit and tongue-fucking me, sending me straight to heaven.

JJ gripped my thighs so hard I was going to leave marks, and I ground down on his face, mumbling unintelligible cuss words. My hands fell into his hair, tugging on the roots as I could feel my orgasm starting to build.

I had no dignity when it came to JJ. He knew how to have me so aroused that he could barely rub my clit, and I'd get off. He knew how to slow down and extend an orgasm for me until I couldn't take it anymore. He knew how to have me seeing stars and dripping like a faucet.

"JJ," I moaned, tightening my legs around his head. "I'm so close."

I could feel my stomach tightening while my legs started to shake. JJ kept me on the edge for a minute before sliding his tongue up to my clit, ricocheting my orgasm up my spine.

I trembled on top of JJ, my whole body shaking with waves of pleasure. I was drowning, getting pulled under again and again until my body fell limp.

I love JJ's tongue.

"You taste fucking amazing, Parker." JJ said, lifting me off of his face. All I could do was smile as he laid me down on my back, taking off his shirt.

I'd seen JJ without a shirt regularly for years, but every time it had me wanting to trace along his torso with my tongue. Down his abs, along his V-line. Wherever I could get my tongue, I wanted it.

I ran my arms down JJ's biceps, practically drooling as the muscles flexed from him hovering over me. I was a biceps girl, and he had ones that made me crazy. 

 Everything on JJ made me crazy. 

My hands moved down from his biceps, along his toned stomach, down to the waistband of his PJ pants that I wanted off. 

I did really love him in those pants, but I'd love them more off.

JJ helped me take off his pants and boxers, his hard cock falling out. The tip was dripping with precum, which I swiped my thumb over, bringing it into my mouth.

I liked the salty taste of JJ on my lips. It reminded me that we weren't just friends. As Camilla Cabello says, "Friends don't know the way you taste.".

"Fuck, Parker. I love when you do that." JJ said, watching me lick the precum off my thumb. "Makes my cock throb."

I smiled up at JJ, watching every part of his body, mainly his dick, while he reached over and grabbed a box of condoms.

A whole, unopened box of condoms.

"You brought a whole box?" I asked.

"Yup, and I plan on using all of them tonight." JJ said, the look in his eyes ravenous.

It was a good thing JJ and I got together because only we could match each other's libido. Sex marathons were a regular thing and the perfect way to end Valentine's Day.

JJ rolled on a condom, being careful to make sure it was on properly. We loved each other; we did not love the idea of a little each other.

JJ fell back into a plank over top of me, slowly running his cock down and sliding in. He was slow at first, looking lovingly into my eyes.

"I love you, Parker." JJ said, dipping his head down to kiss my temple.

"I love you, JJ." I said, kissing the side of his neck.

We started off slow, JJ sliding in and bottoming out while watching me, the purest smile on his face. One would think it would be his dirty smirk, but no, it was the happiest smile I'd seen.

I held JJ close to me as we fucked. Except, fucked wasn't the right word.

The right word was made love. My eighteen-year-old ass did not like that term in the slightest, thinking it sounded like old people talking about the conception of their children. But it was the only way to describe it.

There was so much love between JJ and me that it didn't live in the boundaries of words. It could only be described through paradoxical feelings.

Overwhelming and calming. Exciting and mundane. Drove us out of our minds, and while we had never been so sure about anything.

"Shit." JJ cussed, slipping out of me and pulling away. "Stand up."

"What?"

"Stand up." JJ demanded, holding his hand out for me.

I didn't know if it was physically possible for me to stand up, but I let JJ pull me to my feet before bending me over the rail on the boat.

Without warning, JJ thrust back into me, the sweet and loving control he had snapping, turning us back into the crazy sex fiends we truly were.

JJ was able to hit a spot deep inside of me with the new position, driving me to a new height of pleasure I didn't think was possible. My hands flew behind me to grab onto whatever I could, digging my nails into JJ's wrists so I wouldn't fall over.

The sounds coming out of my body were foreign, borderline pornographic, as JJ fucked me roughly against the boat.

My second high was coming on quickly, unable to be held back. I couldn't give JJ a warning. I couldn't form words.

"I can feel you clenching around me, love." JJ said, one of his hands tangling into my hair, gently pulling on the roots. "Come on, Turbo, come for me."

As the words left JJ's mouth, the coil in my stomach snapped, my orgasm slamming into me, making my vision dot and my mouth fall open in a silent scream.

JJ began to curse, his hands tightening in my hair and his body going rigid against me. With a couple more thrusts, JJ came with an animalistic groan.

JJ continued to pulse inside of me, slowing down until our highs crashed, leaving us breathless.

"Holy shit." JJ cursed, running a sweaty hand through his hair. "You okay, baby?"

"I've never been better." I said, pressing my lips to JJ's.

♡♡♡

JJ and I fucked on the boat until the cold became unbearable, where we headed back to the house. With everyone else asleep, we used it as our open invitation to fuck on various pieces of furniture, eventually making it to our bed.

It wasn't until four am that we eventually passed out from exhaustion, ready to fall asleep. Normally we'd cuddle each other, but -

"You know, you could cuddle me instead of the teddy bear." JJ said.

Set in the eighteen months between seasons three and four, Parker and JJ celebrate Valentine's day together as a couple with cute gifts, dates, and sex.

Smut in part two.

Parker Kate

Flipping the last set of pancakes, I looked out the window at the rising sun. I had been up for about an hour, which meant I got up when it was dark. A very rare thing for me, something that should have been recorded in history.

It was a special day, so I wanted to treat my friends. They put up with me 365 days a year; I figured I could show all of them how much I loved them on the one day a year made for love.

The rest of the days, they could go fuck themselves. Lovingly.

My love language had always been food, so at the ass-crack of dawn, I got up to make everyone red velvet pancakes in the shape of hearts, with homemade whipped cream and strawberries to be eaten. I realized halfway through making the pancakes that whipped cream wasn't the best thing to hand out on a day of love, but it was too late.

I plated all the pancakes on trays, taking each tray individually to everyone's room. I placed them outside the doors, not daring to go in out of fear for what I may see. Instead I ding-dong-ditched the pancakes.

The last tray I brought up to mine and JJ's room, slowly opening the door. JJ was passed out in our bed, looking adorable as always.

When we discussed Valentine's Day, the discussion taking place three days ago because both of us procrastinated, we decided that we were going to keep it simple. JJ wanted to plan an evening for us, so I let him do that while I secretly planned a date for the afternoon. We agreed on no excessive gifts, trading it for a lot of sex.

"Morning, pretty boy." I cooed, placing the tray down on the bed and sliding myself beside him. He was so warm, I wanted to burrow myself in him and stay there forever.

"Morning, Turbo." JJ mumbled.

He was still half asleep, but I knew what would have him awake in seconds.

"I have food." I whispered in his ear, watching with a smile as he perked up instantly.

"What was that about food?"

"I wonder what would get you up faster. Saying there is food or saying I'm not wearing pants."

"Both." JJ shrugged. "I get up when it's time to eat."

I should have known that would be JJ's answer. Somehow, I always think he is more innocent than he is. I shouldn't, knowing my boyfriend.

"That's disgusting." I said.

"You don't seem to think so when my head's between your thighs." JJ said, wrapping his hand gently around my neck to pull me in for a kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day, love."

I was always someone who hated Valentine's Day. Who thought it was a money-making scheme from Hallmark for movies and cards. People should show their significant others and friends that they love them every day. But, with JJ, it felt different. I still stood by the fact that people should show love every day, and that it was a money-making scheme, but it was one I could suck up for a day.

"So, food?" JJ asked, pulling away from the kiss.

I couldn't compete for his love against food. I would lose.

"Red velvet pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream." I told JJ, placing the tray in between the two of us.

I had to say, I was pretty proud of how the pancakes turned out. They tasted amazing and looked like hearts, not butt cheeks. It was a win in my books.

"Two plates?" JJ asked with a giddy smile on his face.

"No. One is for me." I told him, grabbing my food before he could inhale it. "There's extra pancakes in the fridge if you are still hungry, though."

"And that, Parker Kate, is why I love you." JJ said.

JJ and I dug into our pancakes, talking and laughing like any other morning. At one point, JJ got whipped cream on his nose. How? I wasn't sure. But I almost choked laughing at him.

I love laughing with, or at, JJ.

"What's the plan for tonight?" I asked JJ, shoveling the last bite of pancake into my mouth.

"I don't know." JJ shrugged, being annoyingly mysterious.

"Come on, you have to tell me what we are doing so I know how much to pre-worry."

"Pre-worry?" JJ questioned.

"Yeah. I need to get my anxiety out now so I'm not anxious later." I told him.

Did pre-worrying ever work? No, I would be anxious in any public place. But at least I could prepare for it.

"You don't need to pre-worry." JJ said. "You'll have a good time."

I trusted JJ; I did. But I was still going to worry.

"Let me guess, your whole plan for the night involves your cock and nothing else?" I teased.

"Nope, I actually have something planned. My cock is only part of it."

I was intrigued. JJ didn't seem like the type of guy to plan something, especially something that left this bedroom.

Nevertheless, I was excited.

"Random question, is anyone else up?" JJ asked.

"I placed food outside their doors and knocked. I don't know if they are up. But if they are, they are distracted with food." I told JJ, getting a sense of where this was going.

His eyes were darker than seconds ago, and that damn dirty smirk was plastered on his face, making him look like a goofball.

I love his dirty smirk.

We were Parker and JJ. There was no need for a Hallmark holiday to fuck, but we were going to take the opportunity.

I climbed on top of JJ, smiling at the boy underneath me. He was already hard, and the grey sweatpants he had on did not do a good job of hiding anything. Not that I was complaining. I'd prefer the sweatpants off.

JJ grabbed the back of my neck, using it to smash our lips together. He didn't ease into it; we never did.

His hands fell under my shirt, squeezing my chest with the perfect amount of pressure. Not enough that it hurt, but enough that it drove me crazy.

Deciding to drive JJ crazy as well, I slowly ground my hips down on him, smiling when he detached our lips and threw his head back.

"Fuck, you can't do that." JJ cussed.

"Do what?" I teased, doing the same thing again.

Not playing my games, JJ flipped me over, pinning me down to the bed. His lips fell to my neck, slowly trailing lower and lower until his head dipped under the covers.

He kissed up my thighs until his head was right where I needed him most. One of his big hands slipped into my pants, making me tremble with need.

He had barely done anything to me, and I was already drenched, desperate for him. JJ had control over my body that even I didn't have.

"Can I take these off?" JJ asked, his hands untying the strings for my sweatpants. Before I could answer, there were two knocks on our bedroom door.

"Dipper!" John B called. "I have something for you."

Of course it was John B at my door. The universe liked to laugh in my face whenever I was alone with JJ.

"Can it wait fifteen minutes?" I asked.

"I last way longer than fifteen minutes." JJ muttered from underneath the covers, getting a knee to the chest.

"I'm doing something nice. You can fuck your boyfriend later." John B said.

With an annoyed groan, JJ came back up from under the covers. We both knew John B was strong-willed, and we were only prolonging his visit. "Go see him. He's not going to leave."

John B wasn't going to leave, especially now that he knew what we were doing. He would plant himself in front of our bedroom door all day if he could.

I adjusted my clothes and hair before opening the door to John B, who was standing with one hand behind his back.

"I was really hoping you would have been blown this morning so you wouldn't be in such a cockblock-y mood." I greeted my brother.

Ignoring my statement, John B changed the subject. "I didn't know you were making pancakes this morning."

Pancakes? I could have been getting eaten out, and instead I was talking to my brother about pancakes?

"Yeah, I wanted to do something special for you guys." I said.

"They were really good." John B complimented.

"Thank you."

"I have something for you." John B said, pulling out a single red rose from behind his back.

Back in kindergarten, the teacher handed out flowers on Valentine's Day for everyone to give to their mothers. Since John B and I didn't have one, she insisted we didn't need one. John B, being the stubborn child he was, stole a flower from her and walked straight up to me, giving the rose to me instead.

It was really sweet, and when my dad found out, he continued to buy John B a single red rose to give to me every year. Sparing the year I got dumped right before Valentine's Day, where the two of them loaded me up with enough chocolate that I wouldn't cry.

Even with Dad gone, John B has brought me a single red rose every year.

"Thanks, Bird." I said, smiling at one of my favorite memories.

I wrapped my arms around John B, placing my head against his chest. I loved my big brother, even when he was cockblocking me.

"I don't mean to interrupt this sweet moment, but I'd really like my girlfriend back." JJ said.

John B pushed the door open so he could see JJ. "No can do. Remember, we booked romantic cruises around the island with the charter boat, and Parker has to go help Heyward deliver flowers with Pope and Cleo."

Fuck, I had forgotten about that.

We were so desperate to keep business running as best we could that we would do anything for money. The boys thought of the idea of romantic tours of the island with champagne and chocolates, which surprisingly people booked. Then, Heyward was complaining that he needed people to help with deliveries today, so my dumb ass offered my help.

If I would had known this was how it was going to go, I wouldn't have agreed.

"We can go after." JJ told John B.

"We have to leave in fifteen minutes."

"I can make that work." JJ said.

"I thought you last way longer than fifteen minutes?" I teased.

JJ did not look amused.

"You guys have all day to fuck. I'm asking for a couple of hours of your time." John B said.

With murder in our eyes, JJ and I listened to John B and got out of bed, agreeing that we would make up for it later. We needed the money more than we needed each other.

For now.

"Woah? Is that Parker and JJ I see downstairs on Valentine's Day?" Kie asked.

"We all figured you wouldn't leave the bedroom today." Pope added.

They were being dramatic. JJ and I didn't fuck that much...during the day. We went to school and had jobs. At night, that was a different story. We had different jobs involving hand and blow. 

"Yeah, well, Sarah didn't put out, so John B thinks everyone else needs to be sexually frustrated." JJ bit, getting hit with the kitchen towel by John B.

"Don't talk about her like that."

"I'm like ninety-nine percent sure I heard you guys fucking last night." Cleo said. "There's no way you are sexually frustrated."

"We didn't fuck!" I exclaimed. "We sixty-nined. It's totally different."

At my comment, John B banged his head against the kitchen counter, everyone else giving us JJ and me weird looks.

Then there was JJ, smirking in the corner at the memory.

"Can we please get out of here before JJ and Parker make me puke?" John B asked, heading for the back door.

"Why? I'm having fun!" JJ teased, following John B out the back door with Sarah and Kie on their tails. Their job was to watch the charter shops and make sure no one came in to buy shitty, last-minute gifts for their girlfriends. We bought flowers and chocolates yesterday, knowing some of our regulars would need them.

Shortly after John B, JJ, Sarah, and Kie left, the remaining three of us hopped into Pope's truck to head over to Heyward's. Pope and Cleo sat up in the front, with me popping my head between the seats to be part of the conversation.

"So, what do you guys have planned for today?" I asked Pope and Cleo.

"I'm going to cook Cleo dinner tonight at my parents place since they are going out for drinks." Pope said.

"Ooh, sexy cooking." I teased. "Are you going to do it naked?"

"I hope so." Cleo said, looking at her boyfriend.

"That is a safety hazard." Pope told us, ignoring the giggling coming from Cleo and me. No woman cared about safety when it came to her man cooking naked.

Actually, JJ would probably end up with a burn. It was likely he'd catch his dick on fire. Maybe sexy cooking was not for him.

"Also, this little lovebird wrote 250 reasons why he loved me." Cleo said, pulling a small notebook from her pocket.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, grabbing it from her hands. "That's adorable. Good job, Pope."

I flipped through the pages, ignoring anything that was dirty and only reading the cute ones.

God, what had JJ done to me? I wasn't someone who jumped at Valentine's crap. I'd make sarcastic comments about it, not call it adorable.

"I've got some ground to make up." Cleo said, placing her hand on Pope's thigh.

"Not with me here, please." I joked.

The three of us got to Heyward's, where he and his wife were wearing headbands with heart antlers. I was going to take a wild guess and assume it was not Heyward's idea.

"Hey, Pops! I love the look." I greeted.

"The things we do for love." He joked, looking at Cleo. "I'm hoping my son is proving that."

"Very well." She agreed.

"Thank you, kids, for helping with deliveries today. I know there are other things -- people -- you'd rather be doing, but it takes a load off of me and your mama."

"Valentine's Day is for the people we love, not just our lovers." Pope said.

Together we loaded up Heyward's fishing boat, filling it to the brim with flowers and alcohol, ready to be Cupid's catalyst.

Because she is the best, Mama H gave us all matching headbands to her and her husband. Pope complained about putting it on but eventually succumbed to rocking the hearts with the rest of us.

"This should only take you an hour or so as long as you guys stay focused." Heyward told us, hopping off of the boat. "Parker, if you can keep Cleo and Pope from fucking around or making grandchildren, there's a box of chocolates in it for you."

"I got you, Pops!" I told him, the three of us setting off on the water.

♡♡♡

With only minor amounts of fucking around, Pope, Cleo, and I were done with the deliveries in two hours. We came back to Poguelandia stinking rich too, since everyone was tipping with their full hearts.

Seriously, I made over one hundred dollars. That was after the three of us split it.

John B and JJ were still out, so I took it as my chance to set up JJ's Valentine's gift. We decided to not do anything too big, so I planned a date and got him two things.

First, I found a stuffed animal that was a chick in a bucket hat with a joint hanging from its mouth, which said "stoner chick". Thinking it was absolutely hilarious, I bought it for JJ. Then, as the slightly bigger gift, I went online and ordered something illegal.

JJ loved his motorcycle more than anything. However, he also loved speeding and was constantly getting fines sent to the house for being caught on speed cameras.

So, as a gift, I bought stickers that you can put over your license plate that do not cover the letters but made them undetectable on camera.

It was illegal, but so was everything else JJ loved.

I put on the stickers and placed the stoner chick on his bike seat before sending him a quick text.

Parker: Come to the front yard.

Within a minute, JJ was walking around the back, where I stood waiting for him.

"Hey, Jay." I greeted. "I got a gift for you."

He walked over to his bike, picking up the stoner chick with a smile.

"I didn't know they made you in stuffed animal form." He teased. "I love it, Parker."

I love how he teases me.

"That's not all. Take your phone out." I told JJ, incredibly excited for the next gift.

JJ looked at me with a confused expression, sliding his phone out of his pocket.

"Turn on your camera and come check out your license plate." I said, stepping behind his bike.

"Okay." JJ said cautiously. He did as I said, his jaw dropping when the plate didn't show up on his phone. "No fucking way."

"I figured I'd save you a couple hundred bucks on speeding tickets." I said.

"How did you do this?" He asked.

"They make stickers for it."

JJ tackled me into a hug, pulling me as close to him as humanly possible. "God, I fucking love you."

I turned my head up, placing my lips to JJ. I loved giving gifts, and I loved making JJ happy. It was the best of both worlds.

"You're the best girlfriend, you know that?"

"Wow, calling me the best without sucking you off. That's new." I joked, JJ squeezing me with his bicep.

I love his biceps.

"I'm still not done. There's one more thing." I said, stepping away from JJ and pulling something out of the waistband of my pants.

I held the metal out in front of me, watching as JJ took it from my hands, intrigued. "My gun?"

"Look at the note on it."

JJ flipped his SIG Sauer over, where a bright pink sticky note read, It's a date!

"What are we doing?" JJ asked.

"You'll see." I said, walking away from him and heading to the Twinkie.

"I'd really like you to specify." JJ said, coming beside me. "I know you've read Haunting Adeline, and look, I'm down for whatever, but then I'd need to unload the gun."

"Keep it loaded." I told him, hopping into the Twinkie.

♡♡♡

"The gun range?" JJ asked, looking at me with a mix of excitement and confusion.

"I figured target practice screamed hot date." I said, parking the car.

"You do know me well." JJ said, hopping out of the car like an excited child.

There was a specific reason I wanted to bring him here. I called the owners a couple of days ago and had it set up. Now, I had to hope JJ found it as funny as I did.

I traded my Valentine's headband for some noise-canceling headphones and protective goggles, which screamed sexy. JJ practically skipped around the building, thrilled that he could shoot his gun for a little bit.

I slid my name to the owner, who knew to put JJ's surprise out when we got back to the practice area.

"Are you ready?" I asked JJ as we approached our stations.

"Hell yeah!"

Just as we got there, the targets wheeled out. Instead of the normal man with the bullseye, there were five words written on the targets.

No Pogue on Pogue macking.

Seeing the targets, JJ bent over laughing, caught off guard. It was contagious, causing me to laugh too.

I love his laugh.

"That is amazing." JJ choked out, collecting himself and raising his gun. "There's nothing I want to shoot more."

JJ fired his gun twice, hitting the middle of the two O's in Pogue. I followed his lead, the two of us going to destroy the signs.

After it kept us apart for years, it felt good to shoot that stupid rule. I thought nothing would feel better than breaking it, but something about watching the words crumble apart filled my brain with serotonin.

Once the signs were destroyed, we did some regular target practice, JJ and I trash-talking each other the entire time. It was a perfect date for the two of us.

A gun range might not be everyone's ideal Valentine's Day, but it was ours. And I loved it that way.

I love how we are JJ and Parker.

"So, can you tell me about tonight?" I asked from the passenger seat of the Twinkie. According to JJ, I broke too many road laws on the way here, and he needed to ensure we made it back safe. I only went ten over the speed limit. It was not a big deal.

"Nope." JJ shook his head.

"Come on, I need to know what to wear."

"I've got that covered."

He's got that covered? What did that mean?

Most likely, we were going to be naked the whole time.

"I need to know how to look. Do I need to do my hair or makeup?"

"You need to look exactly as you look right now." JJ said. "Except there is one thing I want you to put on."

Ah, I could see where it was going.

I had already bought something sexy to wear for JJ later. Two pairs, actually, because knowing JJ, he was going to rip the first one. He ripped a good chunk of my fancy lingerie, which I suspected was because he didn't know how to undo a bra. 

The two of us pulled up to Poguelandia, agreeing that I was going to go for a quick nap since I was up early and would be a cranky toddler without one. JJ was going to wake me up when it was time to get ready, and that was all the information I got.

I walked inside the house, pausing before going upstairs when I saw Kie hovering by her phone.

"What are you doing, Kie?" I asked.

"Texting an ex-situationship to see if he wants to hook up." Kie responded, eyes still on her phone.

I felt bad that out of all our friends, she was the only single one on Valentine's Day. It must have sucked.

But not enough to text an ex-situationship.

"Kie." I patronized.

"What? I'm going to make him buy me dinner first." She said, causing me to laugh. "He's stinking rich. I want fancy wine and a steak."

Scratch what I said before. If Kie was set on a fancy meal paid for by someone else, I was all for it. She deserved to live like that.

"Use protection." I joked, heading upstairs to take a nap.

♡♡♡

By the time I woke up, it was dark outside. It was February, meaning that it could be anywhere between seven pm and three am.

Considering JJ hadn't woken me up, I assumed it was closer to seven pm. Rolling over to check my phone, I noticed something sitting beside me.

It wasn't JJ. It wasn't even a person. But it was big.

I smiled, looking at the large teddy bear with a red ribbon wrapped around his neck. Beside the teddy bear was a bouquet. A bouquet of books.

I picked up the bouquet, wondering how JJ got access to my TBR and was able to find the books on it. Some of them I knew weren't in the bookstores on the island, which meant he had to do some serious looking.

I love how thoughtful JJ is.

"You like it?" JJ asked, entering the room.

"JJ, I love it." I said, standing up off the bed to give him a kiss. We were very lovey today, which I didn't mind. I couldn't mind when I had a boyfriend that hacked into my TBR.

"I love you, JJ."

"I love you too, Turbo." He said, smiling my favorite smile. "There is one rule for the books, though. We have to recreate all the sex scenes."

"Such a hardship." I joked.

"There is one more thing." JJ said, pulling away from me to grab a small gift bag.

I was pretty sure I knew what was in it.

I opened up the bag, unraveling the tissue paper to reveal -

To reveal PJ pants.

They were light pink, with adorable golden puppies on them. The material melted to the form of my hands, being some of the softest material I'd ever touched.

"I want you to wear those when we go out." He told me. "And I'll match you."

"We are going somewhere in PJs?" I asked.

"Are you complaining?"

"Fuck no." I laughed. "I don't think I've ever loved you more."

"Great. Put them on and meet me downstairs in five."

I put on the PJ pants with one of JJ's hoodies, smiling as I looked at what my boyfriend did for me. I had gotten flowers or chocolates before, but PJs, books, and a teddy bear showed JJ knew me like the back of his hand.

I headed downstairs, where JJ, who looked better in the pants than me, led me directly out the back door and out to the dock.

"Can you at least tell me if there will be food?" I asked.

"Of course there will be food. You are the devil reincarnated when you get hungry." JJ said.

He wasn't joking. It was a fair description of me when I was hungry.

I followed JJ through the charter shop and down to the dock, where the old HMS Pogue was sitting. There were blankets laid out across it, fairy lights on the bars, a brown paper bag, and a bouquet of daisies.

"Are we doing what I think we're doing?" I asked, unable to contain my excitement.

"We're going to Dipper's Discoveries." JJ said, hopping in the boat.

I thought JJ knocked it out of the park with the gifts. Then, he plans the world's best date with matching PJ pants, stargazing, and, as he said before, no need to be anxious.

"This is perfect, JJ." I said, wandering over to the blankets and picking up the flowers as he started up the boat.

"I told you I had it handled." JJ said. "The brown bag has burgers from The Wreck. There's a cooler full of beers back here and a wireless heater in case it gets cold."

My jaw was on the ground. I had no idea how JJ pulled this off, but he did.

I love how well he knows me.

I love that I don't need to be anyone else around him.

"Who are you and what did you do with JJ?" I joked, coming up to him.

"I have many sides, Parker." JJ said. "But I'm going to be honest; I had some help."

"Who?"

"You're not going to believe it."

"Unless it's my brother, I'll believe it." I said, watching as JJ started to smile.

John B helped JJ?

John B, my brother who hates that I am with his best friend, helped JJ set up a date for me? Not only that, but a date where JJ was going to get laid?

"There's no way." I refused to believe John B was in on this.

"He picked up the burgers before taking Sarah out." JJ said.

I was shocked.

For a split second I wondered if I was dreaming. There was no way everything could have been this perfect.

The smut following Halloween Party Pt. 1.

Smut Warning: Choking, bondage, knife play (I had to bring this one back one last time), and unprotected sex.

Parker Kate

"Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push. It's up to you, Parker. Are you going to push me?"

I didn't get a chance to answer; JJ didn't need my answer. One look was all it took for him to slam the bedroom door and pin me to the wood.

Neither of us ever played coy; it was what made us explosive. We didn't push each other -- we shoved, pitching the other off an edge of no return. There was not going to be a descent into madness. There was going to be a spiral into oblivion.

The world stopped spinning as JJ crashed his lips onto mine. He wasn't kissing; he was devouring. A night too long in a costume too short had ruined the need for tension and release. We were buzzing with suspension, drunk enough that we didn't care about silly things like romance.

The music coming from downstairs faded as JJ wrapped his hands around my head, deepening the kiss. His tongue thrust into my mouth with a ravenous passion. I melted into JJ, relying on the door to keep me upright as my legs trembled.

A warm heat trailed down my body, settling between my legs. I slipped my hands into JJ's button-down, pushing the thin white material down his arms until it dropped to the floor. I trailed my hands down to his biceps, squeezing the taut muscle between my fingers. 

Grinding his hips into mine, JJ pressed his hard cock against me as his hand came up to my throat. His fingers curled around my skin while applying a gratifying pressure that made my knees buckle. 

"Love the way you melt into me when I get rough with you." JJ rasped as I moaned into his mouth on another roll of his hips. "Bet you'd love for me to take you right here, against this door." 

I reached for JJ's belt in response. The door, the floor -- if it was a surface we could fuck on, I would take my chances. JJ growled out a low, rumbly laugh, and I knew by the sound itself that it wouldn't be that simple. 

He wasn't offering to fuck me against the door. He was making fun of me for wanting it. 

The face paint had smudged against his face, looking even more attractive as his skin broke through the paint and a darkness formed under his eyes. When he smirked, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. 

"Don't play with me, JJ." I said softly. His smile only widened.

"Or what?" He asked, looking deep into my eyes. "You're not going to give me what I want? Because in that case, I'll just have to take it." 

My eyes threatened to roll to the back of my head, but I fought to hold JJ's gaze and not show him how much that turned me on. There was an alternate universe where I wasn't so damn stubborn, telling him to please take it. 

Unfortunately, JJ knew me like the back of his hand, tipping my chin up. "Your eyes don't leave much up for debate, love." 

Why couldn't I have normal, non-reactive eyes like everyone else? 

"You're seeing things." 

"Oh, am I?" JJ took a step back away from the door. "Then I'll tell you what I want to see. You on the bed with your legs spread wide." 

My stubborn brain urged me to not follow directions, but the horny side took over first as I lay down on the bed, keeping my legs closed to toy with JJ. Unhappy, he pulled my legs apart himself as he crawled on the bed and kneeled between them. 

"This isn't going to go well for you if you don't listen to directions." JJ threatened, pinning my legs apart with his strong thighs. 

"Maybe I don't want it to go well for me." I teased, undoing JJ's belt and throwing it on the floor with my eyes fixed on his. 

"Do you trust me?" JJ asked. A small break in his hard exterior to make sure that I was comfortable. 

"Yes, I trust you, JJ." 

A slow smile spread across his lips as he grabbed the handcuffs he had stored in his pocket. "Hands behind your head, love." 

Doing as JJ said, I held my hands up and over my head as he handcuffed them behind the headboard. It pinned me down to the bed, leaving JJ to do whatever he pleased. 

"Are they too tight?" JJ asked, adjusting the cuffs. I shook my head, and he tightened them further until the metal was digging into the skin on my wrists. "That's better." 

Testing the cuffs, I tried to pull my hands back as the metal clinked against the headboard. JJ laughed sadistically over me at the cuffs restricting my movement. I couldn't tell if that should have turned me on or scared me. 

Reaching over into the nightstand, JJ brought out his pocketknife, snapping it into place while hovering over me. 

"Anything on this costume that you want to keep?" He asked, though the look on his face told me whatever I said, he was cutting the clothes off my body anyway. 

"No." I said as he raised the knife to my thighs, dancing the blade across the fishnet stockings I wore. With my permission, he sliced the stocking down the entire thigh, careful to not touch my skin. 

From there, he slid the blade into my shorts, sharp side up, yanking so the material snapped off of my skin. The red and blue shorts split into two as JJ pulled the loose material away, leaving me bare before him. I couldn't possibly wear underwear in shorts that mimicked a thong. 

"Fuck." JJ cursed as he was met with my bare flesh. "I should have known you wouldn't be wearing anything underneath." 

I squirmed as he placed the cool blade of the knife against my clit. My heart pounded in my chest as he held a weapon so close to a sensitive area, but I trusted JJ. Part of me liked the fear that came with it, the absolute vulnerability and faith I had to have in my boyfriend. 

"Tell me if it's too much and I'll stop." JJ said, dropping the knife from my body as his head dipped between my legs. "Red, love. All you have to say is red." 

I appreciated the sentiment, but I was dripping down my thighs. Nothing JJ did scared me; it thrilled me. Fed the need years of dark and dirty books had created. When his mouth attached to my thighs, trailing sloppy kisses up to where I needed him most, I cursed, knowing that I could do nothing but sit back as JJ teased me to no avail. 

He was cruel, brushing my clit lightly with his fingers, circling my entrance with his tongue but never thrusting it inside of me. I was becoming a mess underneath him from featherlight touches, and in a desperate attempt to get what I wanted, I thrust my hips up, only for JJ to pin them back down to the bed. 

"Stop fucking squirming." He demanded, his fingers digging into my hips. I let out a whine, which only seemed to further please JJ. 

He loved the control. He loved seeing me desperate, knowing he was the only one who could put me in this position. He loved that every fucker downstairs who had been eying me all night was none the wiser that he had tied me up in our bedroom and cut my clothes off. 

"Stop fucking teasing." I bit back, pulling on the restraints behind my head. 

Smiling in a no-good way, JJ's thumb met my clit, drawing slow circles on the sensitive bud. "Is this what you want?" His thumb fell from my clit as a single finger entered me. "What about this?" 

"You're cruel." I spat, my back arching off the bed as I tried to take his finger deeper. 

"I'm a villain, Parker Kate." The words rolled off JJ's tongue smoothly to the point where I didn't know if he was talking about the costume or his inner demons. "You chose the villain. You craved the villain." 

A second finger entered me as his eyes stayed locked on mine. My body welcomed the added sensation, clenching as he curled his fingers inside of me. 

"I can stop being cruel, but you need to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want the villain." 

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I couldn't, and JJ knew that. I was the girl growing up who swooned over Scar and drooled over Ghostface. It was why JJ dressed as the Joker in the first place -- I craved evil like it was a drug. 

JJ waited a moment for me to tell him that this wasn't what I wanted before dipping between my legs again. This time he didn't tease. He gave me everything I wanted all at once, shocking my body with an overwhelming pleasure. 

He sucked and flicked my clit while his magical fingers made quick work of me. Out of instinct my hands move to grab onto JJ's hair for stability, only to smash against the headboard as the restraints run out of give. I wiggled side to side as the pleasure became too much to handle, my thighs clenching around JJ's head. 

"JJ!" I cried out as he groaned against my clit, causing the knot in my stomach to tighten. His tongue slid lower, slipping inside of me on a strangled moan. He mercilessly fucked me with his tongue as his thumb drew lazy circles on my clit, a drastic contrast to the menacing movements of his mouth. 

I wanted to dig my hands into his green hair and pull, but I couldn't with my hands above my head. Instead, I wrapped my thighs as tightly as I could around JJ's head, keeping him where he was with little regard for the potential of suffocating him. JJ had always said that was the way he wanted to go out. 

My hips bucked and thrashed as I came up on the edge, my shiny orgasm hanging just outside my reach. Every thrust of JJ's tongue brought me closer, every movement of his hands threatening to rip the orgasm from me until I tumbled into the abyss. 

Though I was confined to the bed, I felt like I was free-falling. My back arched off the bed as I came like a firecracker, one burst after another of pleasure in a cycle that never ended. I cursed loudly as JJ pulled away to slip his pants off. 

"I want to slip inside of you while you're still coming." He said as the tip of his cock prodded at my entrance. With a sharp thrust, JJ took me to the hilt as my cunt spasmed around him. 

"Fuck, JJ!" I exclaimed as he dropped his head and let out a low groan. Resting on his knees, JJ felt far away. I watched as the muscles in his arms and shoulders clenched as he gave a shallow thrust, testing his restraint. 

Green dye dripped down his face from his hair, his mouth was red from my lipstick, and the white face paint was blurring away. He still had his tank top on and the tie that hung loosely off of his neck. Looking like he had been through the ringer made JJ even more attractive than he already was. There was something irresistible about a disheveled man. 

"Just like that, Parker." JJ rasped. "You take my cock so well." 

A cold metal stroked the side of my face as JJ pressed the dull edge of his pocketknife against my skin. I shivered at the sensation as JJ gave slow, deliberate thrusts that had every muscle in my body going rigid. 

The knife moved to run over my lips as JJ pressed the dull tip of the blade to the corner of my lip and dragged upward. "Let's put a smile on that face."

The Joker's most famous line fell from his lips, forever ruining the movie for me. Heath Ledger couldn't compare to JJ hovering over me in a tousled costume, running a knife down my face.

 "Stay with me, love. Don't let that mind go running." JJ said, trailing the knife down the curve of my body. "You're absolutely fucking perfect." 

"Just for you." 

"You're right." JJ smiled maliciously. "Just for me, not any of the fuckers downstairs who couldn't take their eyes off of you." 

A jealous flare sparked in JJ's eyes, sending a jolt of nervous excitement through my body. He dropped the knife as the intensity of his thrusts picked up, and he found a spot inside of me that had my entire world crumbling. 

"Why don't you remind them who you belong to, hm?" 

My eyes met JJ's, and without thinking, I opened my mouth. "Make me want to." 

JJ's jaw ticked as I saw the fury ignite inside of him. The next thrust of his hips was incapacitating, and I knew my words would come to bite me in the ass. 

JJ leaned into his inner villain with sharp, controlled thrusts that unravelled a part of my existence every time he hit the hilt. His fingers came down to lightly pinch my clit, towing the line between pain and pleasure impeccably. I fought the urge to scream as he threw my legs over his shoulders and took me from a different, deeper angle that felt like he was up against my rib cage. 

"Oh my God." I moaned. I needed to grab onto him badly, to run my nails down his chest and grasp onto his arms as I lost myself in a tidal wave of pleasure. The handcuffs dug into my skin painfully as I fought to break free. 

"That's not what I want from you." JJ said. "Tell everyone who is making you feel like this." 

"JJ," I whimpered as I felt my second orgasm approaching rapidly. 

"Louder." 

"JJ," I moaned lowly. 

With a vicious thrust, JJ turned my vision into white dots. "Louder." He growled. 

"Fuck-" I opened my mouth as JJ rammed his cock home, forcing his name to slip past my lips. "JJ! My God, JJ!" 

Once his name fell from my mouth, I couldn't stop it. Every sound I made was a variation of his name with more or please. The pleasure swelled in my body until I physically couldn't take it anymore. 

Leaning over, JJ reached behind the bed and intertwined his hands with mine as he ripped my second orgasm from me. My body detonated like a bomb as I collapsed under JJ, squeezing his hands, refusing to ever let him go. 

JJ's cock twitched inside of me, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he fell apart. I could feel the shallow rising and falling of his chest against mine as he held himself buried deep. Neither of us dared to move for a minute while the world faded in and out. 

Still buried inside of me, JJ reached to undo the handcuffs. My wrists were tender and bruised, but I couldn't care less as I tangled my hands in JJ's green hair and pulled his lips to mine. 

My heart swelled for JJ as the relaxing flow of oxytocin infiltrated my bloodstream. The crazier we were, the greater I felt for JJ after it was all over, knowing the amount of trust that went into what we shared. 

"I love you." I muttered against JJ's lips. "So fucking much." 

"I love you too. So fucking much." JJ chuckled, sitting up on his legs and pulling out. I knew by the way he fucked me that I was going to feel him every time I sat down for the next 24 hours. 

My costume lay in pieces on the stained bedsheets. Green hair dye and red makeup came together on the white sheets, mimicking the wrong holiday. I scrunched up my face in confusion. 

"Why does Halloween sex look like Christmas?" I asked JJ, sitting up on the bed. Reaching over to the nightstand, he pulled his phone out to check the time. 

"Well, technically it's November first, so tis the season." JJ laughed, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Halloween isn't over until the weekend is over." I protested. Smiling, he threw his phone onto the mattress and came to kiss me again. 

Dressed in tiny costumes, the Pogues throw a Halloween party at Poguelandia full of booze and bad decisions. Meanwhile, JJ Maybank is on a mission to steal the handcuffs from John B's costume to use on his girlfriend, Parker Kate Routledge.

Part 2 is the smut.

 Parker Kate 

"Sit still!" I yelled at my boyfriend, who kept squirming away as he sat on the toilet. "John B's going to flip if the bathroom ends up green." 

"It's cold!" JJ fought back, holding the towel I had draped over his shoulders tightly around him. 

"Oh my God. You are such a baby." I picked up the bottle of green hairspray I had bought from the Halloween store and held it back up to JJ's head. "One more time. Close your face holes." 

I had thought it was common sense to close your eyes and mouth when having a cosmetic product sprayed directly at your head. My boyfriend proved me wrong by hacking up a lung of green hairspray chemicals. 

"There," I said, ruffling my gloved hand through his green hair. "You're done." 

JJ jumped up from the toilet like I had been holding him hostage. He was the one who wanted green hair. I offered up the idea of a wig, but he refused, saying then he couldn't feel me pull his hair when he went down on me. 

Looking in the mirror at his painted face and green hair, JJ smiled wide, mimicking his character. "Do I look like the Joker?" 

"You look like a sexier version of the Joker." I purred, leaning onto his shoulder. The tank top he was wearing showed off every rippling muscle I wanted to dig my teeth into. He adjusted his loose tie and threw on an unbuttoned white dress shirt, making my knees feel weak. 

Fuck, the kinky side of me loved Halloween. 

Roleplay for days on end. What could be better than that? 

"When are you going to put on your costume?" JJ asked, reaching out to tug on one of my pigtails. I had dyed the tips blue and pink for the night to match Harley Quinn. 

"Right away, I just need Kie to finish off my makeup." I told JJ, grabbing onto the bottom of his tie. "Why don't you go wait downstairs, and I'll come surprise you?" 

"I want to watch you get dressed." JJ protested. 

"JJ, we both know how that would end." Neither of us should have been allowed anywhere near a mattress until the end of the night. "People are going to be coming over in fifteen minutes." 

"I can be quick." 

"Go downstairs!" I demanded, shoving him down the hall so I could sneak back into our bedroom and put on my costume. 

The costume was closer to nothing than it was to something. My bottoms were ripped fishnet stockings with shorts that barely covered my ass. A tiny crop top that read "Daddy's Lil Monster" with red lingerie under it as a top, and that was about it. Makeup made up the rest of the costume: red and blue eyeshadow on my eyes and on my waterline. Bright red lipstick with fake blood dripping off my lips. All I needed was Kie to come and finish off my eyeliner. 

"Kie, I need you!" I called down the hall, hoping she was upstairs. A minute later she appeared in my bedroom, dressed in a green mini-dress with a floral headband and vines wrapped around her body. 

"Hey, hottie." I greeted her, holding out the eyeliner pen I had spent five minutes fighting with out to her. I had never taken the time to learn how to properly do my makeup and was nearing gouging out my eye. "Can you do my eyeliner for me?" 

"Yeah, I've got you." She said, popping the lid of the pen and angling my head back. 

"I love the costume, Mother Nature." 

"Thank you." Kie beamed. "I'm hoping a guy will abuse me tonight like we all abuse her." 

I let out a shocked laugh at such a filthy comment coming from Kie. "That's fucked up. I love it." 

Kie giggled and took a step back to look at my eyes, popping the cap back on the eyeliner. "Perfect, you're all good to go." 

"Thanks, babe." I said, adjusting my pigtails one more time in the mirror before heading downstairs, where JJ was waiting for me at the bottom, leaning against the banister. 

"Goddamn, Parker Kate." JJ whistled, holding his hand out for me to grab. "Come on, give me a 360." 

With my hand in his, he held our arms up, and I spun around for him, loving every second of being ogled by my boyfriend. 

"Fucking hell. I am ripping every single piece of fabric off you tonight." He pulled me in closer by the waist, whispering in my ear. "John B and Sarah are dressed as a cop and a prisoner. I'm going to steal their handcuffs and use them on you tonight." 

As much as I liked the sound of that, the chance of JJ getting away with stealing my brother's handcuffs to use them for a sexual activity was very low. 

"Good luck with that." I told him, the two of us wandering into the kitchen. 

We had set up kegs in the backyard an hour ago, but all the hard liquor was in the kitchen. Bottles and bottles of various flavors of vodka and schnapps sat on the island with a clutter of red Solo cups, ready to be knocked off when someone decided to dance on the table later in the night. 

"Bird! Wanted to go back to the glory days or what?" I teased, glancing down at his prisoner costume made up of a tank top, some orange pants, and a few temporary face tats. 

John B's eyes flicked up from where he was rifling through a candy bowl, hooting out a laugh as he saw me. 

"Nice one. You scared me." John B admitted, placing a hand over his chest. "Now go and put the rest of your costume on." 

I gave my brother a confused look. "This is my whole costume." 

John B's face fell quickly. "No, it's not." 

"Pretty sure it is." 

"Parker, that is underwear. Not a costume." John B said. "There is not even enough fabric to make up a costume." 

"Sarah literally has the same amount of clothes on as I do." I pointed across the room at John B's girlfriend, who was dressed as a slutty cop wearing a tiny top that exposed her chest, a miniskirt, and fishnets. 

"That's different. She's my girlfriend." 

"Well, Parker is my girlfriend, so with that logic her costume is perfectly fine." JJ came to my rescue, throwing an arm around my shoulder. John B grumbled something as JJ reached for the handcuffs hanging out of his back pocket. "Just going to take these for later-" 

"Not a fucking chance." John B swatted his hand away. "Unless you want to be in a black bag with the rest of the Halloween decorations come November first, don't even think about handcuffing my sister." 

I could see the temptation in JJ's eyes to say that he already had, watching as he banished the thought when Sarah approached, thankfully stealing all of John B's attention. 

Her eyes flicked to mine with a mischievous glint as she traced her hand down John B's torso, angling him away from me. "What are you talking about, baby?" 

I smiled as I realized what Sarah was doing, quickly sidestepping my brother as he leaned over to kiss her neck. 

"Thank you." I whispered in Sarah's ear. 

"Of course, you look hot." She giggled before turning all of her attention back to my brother. 

Snagging a cold beer from the fridge, I made my way to the dining room, where Pope and Cleo had started setting up beer pong. The two were dressed as pirates, a painstakingly on-point Halloween costume for our treasure-hunting friend group. 

"Aye, aye, maties!" I greeted the two of them. 

"Wassup, Harley Quinn." Pope glanced down at my costume. "Has John B flipped out over what you're wearing yet?" 

"Yeah, but Sarah put her boobs in his face, so crisis averted." 

"You're looking like a snack tonight." Cleo said, the gold jewels on her skirt crashing together as she walked. "If your boyfriend doesn't sleep with you tonight, I will." 

I giggled against the beer can. "Don't tempt me." 

"Why do I always feel like a third wheel around you two?" Pope asked rhetorically, shaking his head. "I'm going to have to make out with JJ." 

"I'm flattered, Pope, but I'm not drunk enough for that." JJ said, appearing in the dining room. He took another swig from his drink and shrugged his shoulders. "Yet." 

I gave him a dirty glare, and he smirked, running his hand over his jaw. He knew how attractive he looked dressed as the Joker, and that only made it hotter. My panties were damp, and the night had only just begun. 

Maybe I should have let him watch me get into my costume after all. 

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Our party quickly became the party of the night; the yard, shop, and house filled to the brim with young adults in costumes too drunk to think straight. John B and JJ had put up a "no Kook" sign painted in fake blood on the porch after they caught a few trying to sneak in, claiming Kooks didn't deserve to get drunk off our cheap liquor. 

I had lost count of my drinks early on. I was drunk, but not absolutely shitfaced. That pleasant place where you know another drink would cause bad decisions, but the drinks you already had made it sound near tempting. 

"Having fun?" JJ asked, coming up beside me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned over to press a kiss to my cheek. 

"Currently holding the title of flip cup champion. So yeah, I'm having a good time." I told him, placing my red Solo cup that held a lopsided mix of vodka and cranberry juice down on the side table. 

"I heard people cheering your name earlier." JJ smiled like he was proud of me. 

"How's the handcuff mission going?" I asked him. Every time John B had turned his head tonight, JJ tried to snatch the handcuffs from his costume, but John B was faster, catching him red-handed. 

"Still working on it." JJ said, digging his hand into a pumpkin-shaped candy bowl. "Ugh, Oh Henry, you want it?"

He held the mini yellow candy bar up to me, and I snatched it from his hand, taking my favorite delicacy out of its wrapper. I'd never say no to an Oh Henry. 

"You never grew into them, huh?" I asked as JJ pulled out a KitKat for himself. His eyes met mine, and for a second I thought he was about to tell me a secret before he shook his head. 

"Can't say that I have." 

I smiled and popped the candy bar into my mouth. Every year I got all the Oh Henry's in his candy haul without having to trade, so I wasn't complaining. 

"Yo, who wants to do a body shot?" Some voice I didn't recognize called from the kitchen, erupting a frenzy of drunk screams. 

"Oh, hell yeah!" JJ cheered, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the kitchen. "Come on." 

Brushing past swarms of people, JJ beelined his way to the kitchen counter where couples were taking turns lying down, dumping alcohol on each other, and licking it up with their tongues. I saw the evil gleam in JJ's eye and knew there was no point in debating it. 

"Move over." JJ shoved a couple dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood to the side and grabbed my waist, hoisting me onto the counter. 

Taking a lime wedge from a random guy's hand, I laid down on my back as JJ poured a line of salt right above the hem of my shorts. Beside him, a guy dressed as Frankenstein licked his lips, and I swore I heard JJ's neck snap with how fast he whipped his head to the side. 

"She's fucking mine, jackass." He deadpanned. "Take your eyes off her." 

Not wanting to cause a fight with the host, who would inevitably kick him out, the guy stepped away from the counter. JJ crawled on top of me, hovering over my legs. 

"Are you ready, Turbo?" 

"Do your best, pretty boy." I teased before popping the lime wedge in my mouth. 

Tracing his tongue along my lower stomach, JJ licked the salt off my body before a girl dressed as Barbie poured a trail of tequila down my skin. The cold of the liquor was quickly replaced with the warmth of JJ's mouth as he sucked the shot off my body, then snatched the lime wedge from my mouth and bit down on it before spitting the rind across the room. 

Leaning over, JJ captured my lips in a furious kiss, as if he was proving something to all the men watching me sprawled over the counter. I could taste the burn of the tequila off of him, fighting the urge to moan in his mouth as he bit down on my lower lip. 

"Okay, rude boy. It's a body shot, not your own porno." Cleo said, ripping JJ off of me. The red of my lipstick had spread all over his mouth, exaggerating his Joker-like smile. 

"Sorry, forgot where I was." JJ said, though the look in his eyes and the smile on his face told me he knew exactly where he was. I gave him something to prove, and JJ had no problem making sure everyone in the room knew that I was his. 

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As the early morning hours rolled in, I found myself the "I think I can dance" type of drunk. It was the level right after the "I think I can sing" drunk but right before the crying "I love you" kind of drunk. Arguably, it was the best place to be. 

Cleo and I had been dancing around the living room to every song off of the Spotify playlist John B had put on, having the time of our lives together. We danced and swayed, jumped and twerked. Sober I rarely had a problem throwing my ass around, but drunk was another level. I had figured that I was only young and wouldn't break a hip once, so I might as well enjoy it while I had the chance.

"Get it, Parker!" Cleo cheered as I threw my hair around and dropped to the floor. I felt as though I was in an edit on TikTok, though I knew the reality of my moves could probably scare me. 

Across the room, my eye caught Kie making out with a guy dressed as a vampire, and I mentally cheered her on for getting some dick. I pointed it out to Cleo, who was sipping on her drink while shaking her hips side to side. 

"That's our girl!" She cheered. 

"Hey, guys. I hate to break up the fun, but I haven't gotten a dance with my girl all night." Pope said, trying to get to Cleo. It was no surprise he showed up during Flo Rida's "Low" -- that little freak. 

"Have at her." I told Pope, taking the cup from Cleo's hand and downing the rest of her drink that was mostly Sprite. Hopping on the couch, I scanned over the whole party, looking for JJ. I couldn't be on the dance floor alone.

"JJ!" I called as I saw him in the dining room talking to a crowd of people. Jumping and waving like a maniac, I caught his attention and waved my hand for him to come join me in the living room. 

"Are you dancing drunk?" JJ asked as he made his way through the dance floor to where I was standing on the couch. 

"Yes, and I want you to dance with me." I said, leaning over in his face. JJ wasn't much of a dancer, so I had to be irresistible. 

"Parker-" 

"Have either of you guys seen my boyfriend?" Sarah asked, looking around the room for John B. Normally, I'd care about his whereabouts, but I really wanted to grind on my boyfriend before the song was over. 

"Nope." I shook my head. 

"Shit." Sarah cursed. 

Reaching over, JJ tried to grab the handcuffs hanging off of her skirt. "Do you mind if I borrow these?" 

Swatting JJ's hand away, Sarah shook her head. "John B said I'm not allowed to give you guys sex props." 

"You're no fun!" JJ groaned loudly, throwing his head back as Sarah walked away to find John B. 

"Are you going to dance with me?" I asked JJ, giving him the best doe eyes I could in a dimly lit room. He could never say no to my eyes. 

"I'm drunk as hell. I'll fall over." A piss-poor excuse if you asked me. That only meant I had to take it up a level. JJ Maybank would dance on this couch with me. 

"Fine. Suit yourself." I shrugged, allowing my body to get lost in the song. I knew it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for JJ to break down, especially as I dropped down when the song told me to "get low." 

"Jesus Christ." JJ cursed, hopping up onto the couch. "You know I can't keep my fucking hands off of you." 

I smiled as JJ came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips, guiding my body to the beat of the song. With every brush of my ass, I could feel his dick getting harder. JJ had no shame in pressing his hard cock against me as I dropped to the ground. Turning around, I trailed my hands up his shirt as I rose back onto my feet, watching as my favorite smirk took over his face. 

Pulling on one of my pigtails, JJ angled my head back to look up at him. "What do I have to do to convince you to take this dance party upstairs?" He gave another sharp tug to my pigtail, knowing it would work in his favor. 

The party had already hit its peak; soon it would turn into people puking and passing out on the floor. 

"You haven't gotten the handcuffs yet." I said, looking up at JJ with an innocent stare.

"I got a tie. I'll make it work." JJ said, hopping down from the couch as the song stopped. He held out his hand for me to grab, daring me to follow him upstairs. 

With a quick glance around me, I took JJ's hand and let him guide me through the party until we reached the foyer, pausing as we found John B passed out on the bench. Mouth open and all. 

"Would you look at that?" JJ mused, dropping my hand and walking up to John B. He poked him once on the forehead and once on the cheek before coming to the conclusion that he was not waking up and reaching for his pocket. 

In one quick move, JJ pulled the metal handcuffs away from John B, holding them up in front of me with a wide smile. "Look what I got." 

He cackled like the Joker, his evil plan coming together. I bit my lip as I thought of all the things I wanted JJ to do involving the handcuffs. 

Before we could do anything, though, my brother passed out at a party, which left me with a great responsibility. I had to draw on his face with a Sharpie. It was practically written in the sibling code. 

"Are you coming upstairs?" JJ asked, leaning against the banister, spinning the handcuffs around on his finger. 

"Just one second." Rifling through the console by the door, I pulled out the first permanent marker I found. "I have to draw a dick on John B's face." 

"Parker," JJ sighed as I hovered over my brother's face, tracing various heinous shapes on his skin. "I can't believe I'm getting cockblocked by my girlfriend drawing dicks on her brother's face." 

JJ knew that I was a sister first. The house could have been on fire, and I was going to stop to draw a dick on my brother's face before hauling both our asses to safety. 

A loud groan came from JJ as I bent over to add the final touches to John B's face, my tiny shorts riding up. "That's it, you've done enough." JJ said, grabbing my arm. "Put that marker away before I write my name on your back. Again." 

I let out a little giggle as JJ dragged me up the stairs by my arm. He was desperate and a little angry, meaning that I was in for it. 

Nine-year-old JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, and Parker Kate Routledge embark on a trick-or-treating adventure where JJ realizes he sees Parker as more than his best friend's twin sister.

Eight Years Ago.

JJ

"Dad, come on!" John B called, bouncing up and down by the front door with a pillowcase in his hand. Dressed in a thrifted Lightning McQueen costume that he promised his dad would last two years, he had been watching the clock since we got home from school, waiting until it was time to go trick-or-treating. 

I was dressed as a cowboy in a flannel shirt, jeans, and a cowboy hat that I had found in the back of Big John's office. John B and I had found some spare rope in the backyard, which we used to make me a lasso that I had spent the day trying to master. 

We looked really cool. There was a better word for it, but Big John told us not to say it anymore. 

 Finally, after what felt like forever, the door to Big John's office opened, and my friend's dad stepped out. 

"Dad, come onnn." He mocked John B playfully, whining like a child. "You act like I've kept you waiting out here for hours." 

"They are going to run out of candy soon!" John B stomped his foot on the ground. 

"Bird, it is 7:05. They are not running out of candy anytime soon." Darting his eyes around the room, he tried to locate his second child. "Where's your sister?" 

Like she was summoned, Parker came bounding into the room full of smiles from doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. Big John dropped his head as he caught a look of his daughter's face. 

"Dipper, what did you put on your face?" He asked, Parker coming to a halt in front of him and crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I know you said stickers are only for arts and crafts, but it goes with my costume." Parker protested, pointing at the gold star stickers on her face. She was wearing the same NASA sweatsuit she wore every other day of the year, this time with an astronaut helmet to accompany it. 

"I don't think astronauts actually wear the stars on their faces." 

"Dad," John B whined again, now spinning in circles by the door. With a defeated sigh, Big John surrendered to Parker's sticker-covered face. It was either craft supplies as make-up or John B throwing a fit. 

"Just for tonight, Dipper." He said, and Parker squealed, excitedly nodding her head as she grabbed the pink pillowcase from the coffee table. "Is everyone ready to go?" 

John B nodded his head and reached for the handle of the door, but I stopped him, pointing up at Big John. "You don't have a costume." 

"I'm an adult. Adults don't need costumes." 

"What?" Parker shouted. 

"Dad, you can't go out looking all-" 

"Looking all what?" Big John questioned. 

"Looking all like a dad!" 

Big John choked out a deep laugh. Deciding that he wasn't getting out of this one, Big John pulled two hair ties off of his wrist and quickly tied his shoulder-length hair back into pigtails. With sarcastic jazz hands, he asked us what we thought. 

"There, now I'm Parker." Big John said, reaching out and stealing a gold star off of his daughter's cheek to put on his forehead. "Is that better, JJ?" 

"Yes." I laughed, though he could never be Parker. No one could ever be Parker. He just looked like a pigtailed goof with a sticker on his face. 

"Perfect, let's get out of here before people actually run out of candy." Big John said, throwing open the front door. 

Parker, John B, and I all sprinted out the door with our empty pillowcases hanging from our hands. John B and Parker claimed one year they filled the entire case in one night, though I wasn't sure I believed them. However much candy I got, I was grateful for it. 

My skin was crawling with anticipation as we ran up to the first house, leaving Big John waiting at the end of the property. Knocking on the door, the three of us stood with our pillowcases wide open, waiting for candy. 

"Trick or treat!" We all chimed in unison as a middle-aged woman opened the door, dressed in a witch's hat. She gave the same effort to Halloween as Big John did. 

"Wow, look at you guys all dressed up." She said as she placed a handful of mini chocolate bars into our pillowcases. We were off to a very good start. 

"What do you guys say?" Big John called as we hopped off the porch. 

"Thank you!" Parker said sweetly. 

"Thanks!" I shouted at the lady. 

"Keep up the good work!" John B gave the lady a thumbs up. Both she and Big John laughed as we turned for the next house. 

"Did you guys see how much candy she gave us?" Parker asked, reaching her hand into her pillowcase to pull out a fun-sized Oh Henry bar. 

"You're lucky. You already got your favorite candy." John B said as his sister unraveled the chocolate bar and popped it into her mouth. 

"Oh Henry's are your favorite candy?" I asked. I didn't know that about Parker. She seemed like the type of person to like gummies more than chocolate. 

Parker nodded her head and spoke around a mouthful of a candy bar. "Yup." 

"Dipper, are we already eating candy?" Big John asked, coming up behind us. Parker just laughed at her dad, like it was crazy that he was surprised. 

"I am not replacing any of the candy you kids puke up. Fair warning." Big John said, though not a single one of us listened to him. Halloween was the night for the kids. 

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After only an hour out trick-or-treating, our candy bags had doubled in size, increasingly getting heavier with each house we stopped by. A dull ache started to form in my arms, but I fought through it, on a mission to fill the pillowcase to the brim. 

"This is Miss Lana's house. I'm sure she will give us extra candy." John B said as he hopped onto her porch. 

"We have to look really cute." Parker added. "Puppy dog eyes." 

John B knocked on the door, and we all put on our cutest faces, all for an extra Snickers bar. 

"There's the kids I've been waiting to see all night!" Miss Lana beamed as she opened the door. She didn't need a Halloween costume since she always dressed similar to a hippie, but she had tied her hair up in a turban and added a long gown, looking like a fortune teller. "I've got something extra special for you guys. Why don't you come on in?" She opened the door wider for us to come inside, hanging her head out to Big John waiting on the walkway. "John, stop loitering outside my yard and get in here!" 

Big John jogged up the porch, joining us inside of Miss Lana's house. It smelled the same way it always did, of incense and tranquility candles with a hint of sugar I knew was hiding somewhere. 

"Those bags are looking pretty full. How long have you guys been out there?" Miss Lana asked, leading us into the kitchen. 

"Pretty full?" Parker questioned, holding her pillowcase out. "Look how much room is still in there!" 

Miss Lana grabbed the bottom of Parker's face and angled her chin up. "Parker, honey, that's a pessimistic way of looking at it." 

"I don't care if I'm a peshimist if it means I get more candy." Parker said confidently. 

Miss Lana laughed and turned to Big John. "Sounds like you've still got a long night ahead of you." 

"Damn kids get greedier every year." Big John joked. "I'm hoping you've got something to make the night easier." 

"Hot chocolate is on the stove." 

"We get hot chocolate!" John B exclaimed excitedly. 

"I suppose you can have some." Miss Lana said as Big John poured himself a large to-go cup of hot chocolate from a pot on the stove. "But, I also have these that I made specially for you kids." 

Miss Lana brought a plate covered with a towel to the table. With a dramatic "Ta-da!" she removed the towel to reveal homemade Rice Krispie squares dyed with green food coloring and dipped in chocolate to look like Frankenstein. 

"Woah," My eyes widened. I had never seen anything that looked so good before. 

"Go on, try them." Miss Lana told us, ushering us to sit down as she poured small cups of hot chocolate and brought them to the table to go with the Rice Krispies. 

"You are some lucky kids." Big John mused. "What do we say to Miss Lana?" 

"Thank you." We all said in between green mouthfuls of the sweet treat. 

Walking over to the table, Miss Lana brought a bottle up to Big John of a brown liquid to pour in his hot chocolate. I recognized the bottle and the smell. Normally it would make my stomach sink to the ground, but Big John wasn't like that. 

"You're spoiling us, Lana." Big John took a sip of his spiked drink. "Where's Scooter tonight?" 

"Oh, you know Scooter." Lana sighed, sitting down at the table. "Always looking for that T-R-E-A-S-U-R-E." 

"You know we can spell." Parker said as both John B and I leaned closer towards her. She could spell because she actually paid attention at school. We could not because we viewed school as a six-hour playdate. 

"What did she say?" I whispered.

"Treasure." 

"Like the one Dad hunts for?" John B asked, turning to his father. Big John rubbed his forehead with a frown on his face. 

"I swear you can't hide anything from these kids." 

"They're smart, just like you." Miss Lana told him. 

"Yeah, well, if I would have known how that would turn out, I might have taken some extra precautions." Big John raised his eyebrows, implying something that Miss Lana did not like, and she swatted him with the kitchen towel. 

"John!" 

"I'm kidding. You know I wouldn't change anything for the world." He chuckled, looking over at his kids. "You guys know I love you, right?" 

Both Parker and John B agreed, telling their dad they loved him too while I sat quietly in my seat. I stared down at the smiling Frankenstein faces, pretending to be in my own world when Big John called my name. 

I flicked my gaze up to his, and he looked at me the same way he did at the twins. "I love you too, JJ." 

I smiled, kicking my feet under the table. I wasn't Big John's kid, but he always made it feel like I was. 

"So, where are you guys off to next?" Miss Lana asked. 

"Teddy's got a poker game going over at his house. Figured I'd bring the kids over and let them run the sugar off in his living room while I play a few rounds." Big John explained. By the sounds of it, we were going to be up way past our bedtime. 

Halloween was the best. 

A Ziploc bag with the rest of the Rice Krispies and three very large handfuls of candy later, we were back to running through the streets, demanding as much sugar as we could get our hands on. Another burst of energy came from the sugar we had already eaten, leaving Big John to have to run after three hyper kids as they trampled over Halloween decor and kicked over pumpkins. 

At one point, both Parker and John B ended up over his shoulders as I laughed at them on the ground, sticking my tongue out as the one who did not get in trouble. They remained that way until we hit Teddy's house, where Big John put them back down on the ground with a promise to not run off. 

"Hey, it's the Routledge-lites!" Teddy greeted from the porch, clapping his niece and nephew on the back before extending a hand to his brother. "You look like you've been through shit." 

"I'd remove anything breakable from the living room." Big John said as we ran into the house. I had only been to Teddy's once before, but Parker and John B knew the place like their second home. 

"Uncle T, can we have the rest of the candy the trick-or-treaters didn't take?" John B asked, placing his pillowcase down on the living room carpet. We had stopped at a few more houses on the way here, getting piles of candy dumped into our pillowcases by grown-ups who wanted to turn off their porch lights and go to bed. 

"No way, Little John." Teddy said, snatching the bowl away before his nephew could grab it. "In fact, I think I deserve an uncle tax on what you already have." He reached his hands into John B's pillowcase and pulled out a handful of mini-sized chocolate bars. "Reese's, my favorite." 

"Hey!" Parker shouted. "We worked for this candy." 

"I'm letting three little rascals into my poker night. I deserve some compensation." He said with his hand drifting over to Parker's pillowcase while he examined her costume. "Are you an astronaut? Isn't that a boy's costume?" 

"Girls can be astronauts!" John B exclaimed, coming to defend his sister. I stood up beside him, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Do you think girls can't do the same thing as boys?" I asked. Big John has always called us Parker's guard dogs for a reason. No one, not even her uncle, could mess with her. 

"Don't answer that, Teddy." Big John warned from the kitchen. 

"Why not?" 

"Studies show girl astronauts are better than boy astronauts. They recover from space travel faster, can endure space for longer, and have bodies built for physiological change." Parker said, staring at Teddy with a dark glare as she recited something she read. "So technically, the line 'boys go to Jupiter to get even stupider' is true." 

"That's why." Big John snapped his fingers. 

"Hey, I'm all for feminism and shit." Teddy quickly jumped to his own defense, putting his hands up. I watched as his eyes darted down to my candy bag, the one he had not stolen from yet, and I barked like a big dog as John B told him to go into the kitchen. 

Big John sat down to play cards as John B, Parker, and I dumped our pillowcases out onto the carpet against Teddy's wishes. It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown played on the TV behind us as we sorted our candy into piles and decided what should be traded. 

My hands danced over the yellow candy pile as I looked across the room at Parker with a pink lollipop hanging from her mouth. The smile she had been wearing all night was replaced with a sheer look of concentration, undoubtedly planning how she could scam me and her brother out of our good candy. 

Not entirely sure of what I was doing, I sectioned off my Oh Henry's, tucking one in my back pocket later before holding it up to Parker. 

"Do you want my Oh Henry's?" I asked her. I watched as she looked at me confused, wondering why I'd hand over my candy so easily. Truth was, I didn't exactly know either. 

"You don't like Oh Henry's?" John B asked. 

Milk chocolate? Caramel? Peanuts and fudge? Who would ever like something delicious like that... 

"Not really." I shrugged my shoulders. "Parker can have them since they are her favorite." 

"Really?" A pink blush rose on her cheeks as she scooted over to take the candy from my hands. She had to use her shirt to hold all of the mini chocolate bars, smiling like she had won the lottery. Turning back to add the candy to her pile, Parker paused and leaned over, pressing a small kiss to my cheek. 

JJ Maybank and Parker Kate Routledge play a game of cat and mouse in the woods. Featuring JJ Maybank in a ghost face mask, shirtless, chasing his girlfriend with a knife ;)

Smut warning: Mask play (yeah, you know what this is), stalking, knife play, bondage, and unprotected sex. Seriously, guys, if you haven't read anything dark, you may want to stay away from this one. 

Parker Kate

I stood outside with my phone in my hand as a cool autumn breeze ran through my hair. I wouldn't be cold for long. Soon I'd have to run. 

Unease tickled the back of my neck. I felt like I was being watched -- stalked, hunted. My thighs squeezed together at the thought. Somewhere in the woods behind me, JJ hid, watching my every move until I came to find him. 

He refused to let me run first. Not at night when someone besides him could take advantage of me. As a precaution, he tracked my location on his phone, but that too turned me on. I pretended to be innocent, but the books on my shelves proved otherwise. 

My hands shook with a dangerous kind of excitement as the phone in my hand lit up with a notification alert. Letting out a shaky breath, I clicked on the new messages. 

JJ: Remember, the safe word is red. 

JJ: I love you, Turbo. 

JJ: Now come and find me.

A dirty smirk crawled onto my face as I replied to the message. The chase hadn't started yet, and I could already feel the warm heat between my thighs growing. 

Parker: I'm coming. 

I went to slide my phone into my pocket when another message rolled in. 

JJ: You will be. 

I didn't even have to run into the woods. All I needed was a few more text messages and a light brush of wind, and I'd be coming. 

Tucking my phone in my back pocket, I took a few small, cautious steps into the trees. JJ had covered his tracks, and even in the mud, there were no signs of what direction he took off in. 

I could barely see five feet in front of me. A low fog hung in the air, feeding off of the moonlight. It was a full moon tonight, the time when people acted the craziest. Closest to their animalistic nature. 

Empty tree branches thrashed together as leaves crunched into the mud underneath my feet. The deeper I got into the woods, the more it felt like I was lulled into a vacuum. Too quiet, too still. I felt a light brush against my arm, but when I turned, all I could see was a bush bristling in the wind. 

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. The feeling of being watched grew stronger with every nervous step I took. Fighting through the fog, I looked in every direction, turned my head in ways I wasn't sure it could, still without a sight of JJ. 

He was letting my fear build. Keeping me in the woods alone for as long as he could until I started to doubt my surroundings. Letting my natural instincts take over for when he jumped out. Cat and mouse, predator and prey. 

Following my heart, I took a right through a heavily forested part of the woods. A place where JJ could easily hide and jump out at me. However, I only took a few steps forward before an unnerving presence had me stopping in my tracks. 

A light, finger-like sensation traced over my hips. Behind me, I could hear the deep huff of a breath as the figure took a step closer, pressing his body to mine. 

I turned around on a panicked jump, my breath catching in my throat as a Ghostface mask loomed over my body, dark eyes stripping me bare in front of him. I should have been scared, but as my eyes trailed down the arms and torso of the masked man, I felt exhilarated. 

JJ stood before me in a pair of jeans and a zip-up hoodie, undone to show every detail of his toned abdomen. He ran his thumb over the dull edge of a pocketknife as his masked face tipped to the side. 

"Let's see if you really deserve the nickname Turbo." He rasped in a gravelly voice that almost had me falling to my knees. Almost. 

As soon as the words left JJ's lips, I turned on my feet and began to run as fast as I could. The fog made it hard to see, leaving me to trust my instincts. I had run from the cops dozens of times before, except this time, I wanted to get caught. 

Speeding through the trees, I dodged every attempt JJ made to grab me. I ran like my life depended on it until my legs ached and my breathing was labored, not ready to surrender. This wasn't a game of surrendering; this was a game of being caught. 

Turning on the balls of my feet, I lunged for a large tree to hide behind, but JJ was quicker, coming from the other side and encasing me in his arms. I let out a loud scream, unsure if it came from fright or excitement. 

Shoving me against the tree, JJ leaned over my body, trapping me in place. One hand came up by my head, holding him up as he got close to my face, while the other one gripped my hip possessively. 

"Good try, love. But you were never going to outrun me." JJ said softly in a tone that sounded like praise. I swallowed hard as I fought against the urge to push him away and run again. 

"Are you scared?" He asked, stroking the side of my face with his gloved hand. He had cut the fingers off, barely letting me feel his skin. 

"N-no." I stuttered. The stutter wasn't fear, and JJ knew it. The mask hid the smirk I knew he was wearing. 

"Well," JJ reached into his pocket, snapping his pocketknife into place. "You should be." 

He held the knife up in front of my eyes before lowering it to my collarbone, gently tracing over the skin. The knife was dull, unable to actually slice through my skin. JJ made sure nothing he could do tonight would hurt me. 

Pressing the tip of his knife under my chin, JJ angled my head up, forcing me to look into the dark eyes of the mask. Not even the mask could hide the intensity his gaze held on mine. 

"Such a blusher, even in the dark." JJ's voice was menacing, sending a shiver down my spine. "I wonder how far down it goes." 

The next thing I knew, the knife fell from my chin to my shirt, slicing the material down to my navel. This time, I thrashed against JJ, trying to knock his hand away. I had really liked this shirt. 

"JJ!" 

My protests didn't get far before I was slammed back against the tree, this time with a hand around my neck. JJ tightened his grip on me with a pleasurable pressure, just short of cutting off my air. 

"Behave, or your bra goes too." JJ threatened. The mask dipped down, taking in the black lace covering my chest. My nipples were pebbled with arousal, poking through the thin material. 

The hand that wasn't holding me in place reached for the button on my jeans. I didn't move as JJ's fingers dipped past my underwear, toying with my clit. I was so turned on it hurt to only be toyed with. I wanted to be fucked and ravaged. 

"Tell me, did it turn you on to be chased through the woods?" JJ asked, though I was sure with his hand in my soaked-through underwear he knew the answer. 

"Yes." I said breathlessly, trying to grind my hips into his hand. 

"You liked having to run." JJ's voice was deep and rumbly, a sexual torment in itself. "You liked being scared." 

The words "only by you" sat on the tip of my tongue, but I refused to give JJ that satisfaction yet. Not until he stopped messing around with me. 

"What do you want me to do now that I've caught you?" JJ asked. 

The words escaped my lips before I could stop myself. "Fuck me." 

"Fuck you like a princess? Or fuck you like the dirty girl trying to ride my fingers while I have my hand around her throat?" 

Jesus, if he kept talking like that, he wouldn't need to fuck me at all. 

"Fuck me like you want to hurt me," I said. 

I couldn't see JJ's smile through the mask, but I could feel it. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he let go of his grip on me, urging me to step away from the tree. 

"If you insist." His tone was playful. His actions were not. 

With a powerful shove, JJ knocked me to the ground. I caught myself with my hands before I could end up face-first in the mud, but JJ was quick to pick them off of the ground and hold them behind my back. 

The sound of metal clinking was the last thing I heard before the leather of JJ's belt tightly wrapped around my wrists. I was unable to move as he positioned himself over me, resting my body against a fallen tree to keep me out of the mud. 

With a sharp tug, JJ pulled my jeans down, groaning as my matching lacy underwear came into view. He could play tough and dominant, but he was as easily captivated as I was. Making the fatal decision of playing with him, I ground my ass back against his erection, tenting his pants. 

JJ's hands fell to my ass, harshly holding me in place. "Fucking tease. Tied up at my mercy and still such a fucking tease." 

"Just for you." I taunted. JJ gripped the base of my head and pulled me up by my hair. 

"Drop the attitude." A reminder of the cold metal pressed against the back of my neck. Behind me, I could hear JJ undo his pants as he pulled my underwear to the side. 

The head of JJ's cock traced my entrance, and out of instinct I bucked back, begging JJ to slide in. Desperate for some relief of the ache between my thighs. 

"Dripping down my cock with a knife to your throat." JJ mused. "I've got to say, Parker, I don't think I've ever loved you more." 

He was being a tease. The kind of tease I would have fought against had I not been tied up and thrown over a fallen tree. 

"Don't love me, just fuck me." I tried to make it sound like a demand, though it came out much more like a beg as JJ thrust himself into me and a strangled cry erupted from my throat. 

There was no easing into it. Usually JJ held still for a second, letting me feel all of him. This time, he immediately pulled out and slammed back into me. Each thrust went deeper and pushed harder as I lost myself in him. 

The bark of the tree dug into my ribs as JJ refused to let up on his pace. I was going to have scratches all over my abdomen, reminders of the night JJ chased me through the woods in a Ghostface mask. 

"Fuck, I don't think you've ever been this wet." JJ cursed as he hit a spot inside of me that had my world tilting on its axis. "Who knew such a pretty girl could have a dark side?" 

A loud moan escaped my lips. Every thrust of JJ's hips forced a new sound from me. I wanted so badly to grip onto his body and drag my nails down his skin, marking him the way he loved to mark me. 

"I need you to promise me something, love." JJ rasped with another ruthless thrust. "This girl, the dark and twisty one with crazy kinks, is for me and me only." 

JJ's question was redundant. This was all for him, for only him. I could have asked anyone else to chase me through the woods in a mask with a knife, and they would have looked at me sideways. But JJ -- JJ smirked. 

"I promise." I whimpered, trembling around his cock. 

"Louder." 

"Fuck," I cursed, barely able to form words at the feeling of being split in two. "I promise it's just for you, JJ." 

"That's my good girl." JJ praised, tangling his hand in my hair again to pull me back up. 

He held me against his body by my hair, his free hand slipping into my bra to pinch my nipples between his fingers. Never once did the rhythm of his cock slow as he played with my chest, the hard chin of the mask digging into my neck. 

A coil started to form in my stomach as I rested against JJ's body. I had given him the power to destroy me tonight, and he took full advantage of it. He never once doubted what I wanted, rather testing my faith in him. 

The moonlight cracked through the trees, illuminating the traces of our skin in the dark. It was romantic, in a fucked-up, never-admit-this-to-anyone kind of way. My hand tangled with JJ's as he rested his palm against my stomach, pushing against where he was buried inside of me. 

"Too much?" JJ asked, and I nodded my head. "Good." 

I clenched around JJ at the sadistic tone of his voice. It was so damn sexy, holding the potential to be the death of me. 

He would be the death of me. 

My vision started to dot as the coil in my stomach tightened, twisting and turning, desperate to snap. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but JJ forced them to stay open, grabbing the knife again and holding the dull edge to my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the added sensation and added risk. 

"Come for me, love. I'll catch you." 

My orgasm tore through me with a loud, overwhelmed scream that echoed in the woods, bouncing off the trees as my body shook and trembled. Drowning waves of pleasure ran through me until I was shattered into a million pieces. 

JJ's cock twitched inside of me as he dropped the knife, coming with an unintelligible string of curses, gripping onto my body like a vise. I felt as he unraveled inside of me, removing the mask from his face. 

"Turn around," JJ said as his chest heaved. Confused, I did as he said, meeting with his lips crashing onto mine. 

He kissed me deeply, stealing the soul out of my body. His tongue tangled with mine, reminding me that no matter what game we played or who we pretended to be, it was JJ and Parker who remained underneath the chaos. Two people who loved sex a crazy fucking amount but loved each other even more. 

"That was insane." I gasped as JJ detached his lips from mine, both out of breath. Wiping the hair stuck to my forehead away, I watched as JJ smiled and lowered the mask again. 

"Oh, love, I'm not done with you yet." 

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Hours later, JJ and I stumbled back into the house with our clothes a mess, our hair matted with mud, and enormous smiles on our faces. We were both exhausted, in desperate need of water, a shower, and some sleep. The good thing was that the Pogues had gone to bed hours ago, leaving no one to question the state we came home in. 

Or, at least, we thought everyone had gone to bed. 

The Pogues go to a haunted house. Chaos ensues. Shocker.

Parker Kate 

"I don't want to go in there." Pope whined from where he had huddled himself in the back seat of the Twinkie, curled up in a ball like a child. Everyone else stood outside the vehicle, waiting for him to come out. 

"Pope, the line is growing, and I don't want to wait two hours to have a ghost jump out at me." JJ said, leaning into the Twinkie. "You'll be fine." 

"You guys can go without me. I'll wait out here and make sure no one steals the Twinkie." 

"No one is stealing this hunk of junk." John B said, tapping the roof of the vehicle. 

"Come on, wussy boy, you're going through the haunted house with the rest of us." Cleo grabbed her boyfriend's arm and forcefully removed him from the van, John B quick to shut the door behind Pope. 

"If I have nightmares, all of you are hearing about it. I will show up at your bedroom doors in the middle of the night and expect you to comfort me." Pope said, jabbing his finger at us.

"As long as you're okay with seeing me naked." JJ said nonchalantly as we walked past a group of parents waiting for their kids. Most of them scrunched their faces in disgust, though I noticed one of the moms eying JJ like a piece of meat. "I like to sleep naked. Ask Parker."

"It's more that he passes out naked." I spoke loudly, looking over my shoulder at the mom who seemed to want JJ for herself. I never thought I'd be compelled to scream "Mine, bitch!" at someone in their forties. 

"Can you two not verbally fuck each other in front of a bunch of sugared-up kids?" John B asked, though it sounded like a request made more for him than the kids. 

"The kids are only here for another ten minutes before it switches to the adult haunted house." Kie explained, jumping out of the way of a kid chasing his friend with candy fangs hanging out of his mouth. "That's where the real fun is." 

Pope let out a loud whine and dropped his head onto Cleo's shoulder. Forget the actual haunted house; watching Pope dread it was far more entertaining. 

"Parker, do you remember when Dad took us to a haunted house as kids and you made that actor's nose bleed with how hard you hit him?" My brother asked, handing over a fifty to a worker requesting our admission fee. 

JJ laughed beside me. "You did what now?" 

"Let me explain. I was nine years old, four foot eight, and weighed a total of eighty-five pounds. The freak dressed as a clown grabbed my ankle." I told the group before anyone could get the idea that I was a pussy like Pope. "It was an act of self-defense." 

"You had to be restrained and escorted out of the haunted house." I shot John B a very unamused glare. 

"Is that going to happen again this time?" Sarah asked playfully. 

"No, I grew out of that." I said, staring daggers at my brother. "Unless John B wants to keep talking about it, in which case someone will leave this haunted house with a broken nose." 

"Ladies and gentlemen," A loud voice boomed over a speaker. "It is now nine P.M., and we will ask that any minors be removed from the premises. The adults-only haunted house will start shortly." Concluding the announcement, the lights of the transformed shipping garage shut off, leaving the garage dimly lit by red overhead lamps. 

"I already hate this." Pope muttered.

Shortly after the announcement, a line began to form at the entrance of the haunted house. We were the third group waiting and by far the least behaved. JJ kept trying to spook Kie and Sarah by jumping out at them, Pope was offering sexual favors to anyone who would let him go back to the car, and John B and I were taking turns mocking each other's startled expressions. By the time the worker called for our group to enter, everyone else standing in line looked about done with us. 

"Do I need to bind your wrists so you don't hit anyone in here?" JJ joked, grabbing my wrists and holding them behind my back as we walked into the haunted house. Red and blue lights greeted us, illuminating a sign that read "DO NOT ENTER." A cackling sound played over an intercom, creating a spooky atmosphere. 

"Shut up." I chuckled, breaking myself free of his grasp. 

"It's already feeling pretty creepy in here." Sarah said, taking slow steps further inside the house. Kie wrapped her arms around her, the two scared girls leading the pathway. 

"Wow, I already lost my girlfriend." John B said as a giant spider jumped out at him from the ceiling. Unfazed, he batted it away as though he had a newspaper in his hand. 

"Here, take mine." Cleo held out Pope, who already looked near shitting his pants. Pope practically jumped into John B's arms, trying to block out all the sights and sounds. 

"Dude, we only just entered the scare shack." I told Pope, reaching out to ruffle his hair. He screamed as my hand came in contact with his head and shot me a dirty look. 

The first room we entered was a kitchen where a killer stood, dripping in blood with a chainsaw in his hands. On the table lay a dismembered body calling out for help, and a laugh escaped my lips. 

"I'd never thought I'd get the pleasure of meeting Dahmer." I whispered to JJ, who shared in my amusement. 

"He isn't eating the body yet -- oh wait." JJ paused as the killer grabbed a leg and dug his teeth into it, pulling away bits of flesh. "Shit, now he is." 

"Parker, up ahead!" Cleo called, pointing to the hallway that Sarah and Kie were about to enter. A faint shadow of a figure ready to pounce had Cleo and me running to the front of the group. 

Before coming today, we had decided that it was our mission to scare the actors in the haunted house. Neither of us was easily startled, and so it became our way to make the house fun. 

"Three, two, one." I whispered from along the wall. "Scare!" 

Cleo and I jumped out at the man in a monster mask that was dripping with fake blood. The beast stumbled a few steps back, and the two of us laughed like maniacs. 

"Got him!" Cleo exclaimed, holding her hand up for a high-five. 

"The fucking animal looks rabid." John B squirmed as we walked down the hall, nearly missing the various foot traps set up. 

"What the hell?" JJ screamed, hopping on one foot with his other stuck in a decoy trap made out of what I hoped were fake teeth. He had not been watching where he was going. 

I placed a hand over my mouth and tried to hold back laughing at my boyfriend as he ripped the contraption from his foot and threw it against the wall. 

"Pope, man, you're cutting off my circulation." John B said, prying Pope off of his shoulder. "You can walk on your own." 

"Something is going to jump out at me!" 

"Yeah, we are in a haunted house. That's kind of a given." 

From a few feet ahead, Sarah and Kie let out blood-curdling screams as they entered the next room. It was a living room with an old TV playing a static-y newscast about killer clowns in the area while a bunch of possessed clowns banged on a fake window holding various weapons. 

"Woah," JJ took a step back, leaning closer to the adjacent wall. "I can't tell what's scarier, the clowns or the fact that I just transported back to 2016." 

"Definitely the clowns. That one doesn't have eyes." I said, taking a step closer to JJ. 

"Awh, are you scared?" JJ teased, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

"No, there was fake blood on the ground, and I wore my white Converse." 

"It's okay, baby." JJ pressed a kiss to the side of my head and wrapped his arms around me obnoxiously. "I'll keep you safe." 

"You're very funny." I deadpanned as Cleo grabbed onto Pope's sides and shook him, eliciting a movie-like scream. 

"Everyone needs to stop touching me!" Pope shouted, holding his arms out so no one could come close to him. 

"Why are we stopped?" John B asked as we caught up to Sarah and Kie, who stood outside the first bedroom with their hands over their chests. 

"There's a bunch of zombies waiting to jump out at us." Kie explained. 

"Let me and Cleo handle that." I said, pushing my way to the door that had "OPEN" written on it in a brain-like mush. 

"Throw open the door and jump at them?" Cleo asked, coming to stand beside me. 

"You know it." I said, grabbing onto the handle. With a deep breath, I threw open the door, and a crowd of zombies came barreling toward us. Cleo jumped forward and roared like a dinosaur, while I jumped back and cursed at the sight. 

Their faces were green and peeling off to match sunken-in eyes and the same pink mush hanging from their mouths. They moved with a limp, sending a chill down my spine. I might have been hard to scare, but I wasn't fucking superhuman. 

"Did you get scared?" Cleo asked on the edge of a laugh. 

"Maybe a little." I muttered, turning on my heel. "JJ!" 

My boyfriend appeared, and I threw myself at him while he snickered with a phone in his hand. "I hope you know I got all of that on video." 

"You're so mean to me." I pretended to cry as I buried my head in his chest and let him lead us past the zombies to a black and white room full of dolls. Not quite scary, but definitely unsettling as their heads followed our every movement. 

"This room is actually freaky." Cleo said, watching the dolls as their heads moved side to side. "I feel like I'm being watched." 

"I always hated the Barbie aisle as a kid because I thought I was being watched." Sarah piped up from where she and Kie had now attached themselves to John B, who was holding onto them equally as hard. 

"Look, we are almost at the end!" Pope said excitedly, pointing to a bright light at the end of the house. It was the happiest he had sounded all night. 

"Shouldn't there be one final scare?" JJ asked as I reached out of his grasp to honk a clown's nose that was closed off behind a gate. Surprisingly, it made that iconic clown nose sound. 

"Yeah, I feel like we are getting off a bit too easily." Cleo agreed. 

"Guys," Kie trembled as she pointed behind me and JJ. Everyone turned their heads to see what she was pointing at before breaking out in a run. 

"Oh, shit!" John B cursed, heading for the door. 

"I'm going to die!" Pope cried. Behind us, a group of Halloween enthusiasts sprinted down the hall, dressed as every scary thing imaginable. Zombies, ghosts, serial killers, and clowns, all racing us to the door. Or to our deaths. 

My heart thumped like an exploding bomb in my chest as my feet headed towards the door. Behind me, JJ tried to swat at the actors to buy us more time, banishing the evil spirits from the group. 

Through many screams and many laughs, the group stumbled out of the exit where we were shot back outside. Huffing and puffing, we turned to face each other, all with wide eyes and sweaty foreheads, getting the hit of the adrenaline we had come for. 

"Best Halloween ever!" John B cheered, everyone following his lead with whoops and clapping while we fought to catch our breaths. Well, everyone except for Pope, who was leaning against the building with a hand over his forehead like a Victorian princess. 

For a Halloween adventure, the Pogues form teams and race through a corn maze. However, JJ Maybank has different plans for his girlfriend, Parker Kate Routledge, and abandons the competition for other extracurricular activities...

Smut Warning: Exhibitionism (public sex), prop gagging, light edging, and unprotected sex. 

JJ

"No food or drinks in the corn maze!" Some random teen hollered when I came too close to the maze with a warm cup of apple cider in my hand. 

"I paid seven bucks for this." John B whined, stomping over to the trash can. "It was watered down anyway." 

"That's why you spike it, my friend." I said before throwing back the rest of my drink, the whiskey warming my body against the cool breeze outside. The sun was setting, taking all of the heat with it. 

"Okay, ground rules:" Sarah started as John B and I rejoined the group, clapping her mittened hands together. "We all start at the same time; no pushing, shoving, or tripping. We don't need a repeat of the children's fall carnival." 

I winced at the memory of tumbling headfirst into a patch of dirt while a bunch of nine-year-olds laughed at me. None of us should have decided to crash an elementary school fundraiser last September. We were smarter this year, picking a teen's night at the corn maze that only cost two bucks per person to get in. 

"The first team to make their way out of the maze without doing any bodily harm to another team is the winner. Teams are Cleo and Pope, Parker and JJ, and me, John B, and Kie." 

"I swear, the weather gets colder, and I regret staying single." Kie grimaced as I threw my arm around my girlfriend, pulling her into my side. 

"We are going to win this, right?" I whispered in her ear, her soft brown hair brushing against my lips. 

"I'm too competitive to not." Parker said. 

"You were the one throwing the most hands last year." I joked. Hopefully this time around she wasn't as dead set on being first to exit the maze because I had other plans once we were inside. 

She looked so fucking sexy in a red, form-fitting, long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans. A loose black beanie sat on top of her head, her brown curls billowing around it in the light breeze. My cock throbbed in my jeans every time I looked at her. 

"Next group!" The teen shouted, opening up the gate to the corn maze. He listed off another spiel of rules as people filed in, none of which we were listening to as we lined up, preparing to run. 

"On your mark, get set," Pope dragged out the wait until we were all vibrating with excitement. "Go!" 

Grabbing onto Parker's hand, I sprinted into the maze, dragging her behind me. John B, Sarah, and Kie took a right while Pope and Cleo ran straight ahead, and I pulled Parker to the left. 

My goal, unlike the typical goal for completing a corn maze, was to get as lost as possible. To take as many wrong turns as I could until I had a secluded spot to mess around with the pretty girl hanging off of my side. 

"Jeez, JJ, what's with the grip?" Parker asked with a laugh as I dragged her through another turn, one that did not have a lot of footprints following it. "Do you know where you are going?" 

"It's a corn maze. No one knows where they are going." 

It was a much more appropriate answer than the first one that came to my mind, which was "down on you." 

"If we are going to win, we should probably start to get some sense of direction." Parker said as I took another turn, happy to find it was a dead end. 

"Aha! Here we go." I said excitedly, Parker pausing as she saw what I was looking at. 

"JJ, this is a dead end." 

It was cute that she thought I would care about that right now. Grabbing onto her waist, I turned her around until I had her cornered against the straw wall of the maze. 

"Take your pants off." I growled, my cock hardening as she squirmed in my grasp. 

"JJ, we're in a race." Parker said softly, though her cheeks started to pinken the same way they always did when she was turned on. My knees felt weak at the sight. 

"I don't care." I said honestly. "Parker, all I can think about is how fucking sexy you look right now. That shirt, those jeans, that slutty lip gloss you're wearing with the gold sparkles." 

Parker smiled and licked her glittery lips. "It's caramel apple flavored." 

I let out a deep, rumbly groan at the thought of tasting that sweet candy off of her. "Parker, you are literally going to kill me if you don't take your goddamn pants off." 

Reaching over, I undid the button on her jeans, testing the waters ever so slightly before I committed to ripping the material in half if she didn't take them off. 

"I have to say, fucking in a corn maze does have a smut book appeal to it." Parker said, purposefully dragging out the conversation to make me lose my ever-loving mind. Her hands trailed over my hoodie, scratching down my chest. 

"Don't make me beg, love." I pleaded, brushing my lips against hers. 

I took a step back as Parker looked over her shoulder, checking for any bystanders before turning back to me with a sinful gleam in her brown and blue eyes. 

"You better be fast." 

I let out a dark chuckle and fell to my knees. She had forgotten I was the man who could make her come three times in twenty minutes. 

Pulling her jeans and underwear down in one swift movement, I took a moment to bask in the gorgeous sight of her glistening cunt. Unable to control myself any longer, I darted my tongue out across her clit, listening as the prettiest moan escaped from her. My entire body tensed at the sound, music to my fucking ears. 

I didn't play nice with my tongue. There were no languid strokes to get her warmed up. I sucked fiercely on her clit and thrust my tongue in her sweet cunt. My goal was to have her legs shaking before any of the Pogues realized we had gone missing. 

Parker let out another moan, louder this time as her head fell back against the straw. Knowing if she kept this up we were going to get caught, I pulled away and ripped one of the fingerless gloves from my hands. 

"Forgot you were so fucking loud." I said, standing up and balling the glove in my hand. I had no plans of stopping what I was doing, so I needed a way to keep her quiet. "Open your mouth." 

Parker did as I said, letting me shove the black leather material into her mouth. 

"Good girl." I praised, falling back down to my knees. 

With a hand now free, I thrust two of my fingers into Parker's soaking wet cunt, cursing under my breath as she instinctively clenched around me. The feeling shot straight down to my cock as I imagined myself buried deep inside of her. 

Parker's hands tangled in my hair, pulling at the roots as I reattached my tongue to her clit, groaning against the sensitive numb. Her hips ground against my face in rhythm with my fingers as I curled them inside of her, her cunt tightening with each thrust of my hand. 

Her thighs trembled against the sides of my head as her orgasm built. Between my fingers and my tongue I brought her close to the edge, stopping short of her tumbling over. I wasn't ready for her to come just yet. 

"JJ," Parker whined against the gag as I stood back up to free my cock from my jeans. 

"That's what you've been doing to me all evening." I wasn't the slightest bit remorseful. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and all I could do was smirk. 

With one arm I hoisted Parker up so she could wrap her legs around my waist, my other hand wrapped around my pulsing cock, desperate to be inside of her. It was an animalistic need that I could no longer control. 

A jolt of electricity shot up my spine as I thrust sharply into Parker, her warm, wet cunt fluttering around me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I gave a shallow thrust, pleasure already consuming my body. 

Fuck, I was not going to last long. 

I might have been able to set up a smut book scene, but I didn't have the control to last like they did. That was what made the books fictional. 

"My dirty girl, getting fucked in the middle of a corn maze." I growled, nipping at the skin under her ear. "Do you like that anyone could turn the corner and see your needy cunt getting fucked by your boyfriend?" 

Parker nodded her head and mumbled something around the gag as I gave a hard thrust into her. Her hand slipped up my shirt, gripping at my sides as our bodies rocked together in the maze. Each thrust contained a greater chance of getting caught, each hushed sound a reminder of the risk we were taking. 

Parker and I got off on that risk. The thrill of defiance drove us into each other's arms, and it continued to keep us there. 

"That's it, love. Keep clenching around me." My jaw tensed as I fought to keep my voice down. "Fucking feels like heaven." 

My balls began to churn as white-hot waves of pleasure ricocheted up my spine. I was on the cusp of coming like a fucking lightning bolt, exercising a frenzy of mental gymnastics to make it last one more minute.  

Parker's cunt quivered viciously around my cock, and I knew that any second she'd clamp down around me like a vise and I'd be lost in the pleasure threatening to overcome me. 

"Are you going to come for me?" I asked on a pained groan. With dazed eyes Parker nodded her head, and I pulled my glove from her mouth, replacing it with my own, finally letting myself taste that caramel apple goodness. So fucking sweet, a contrast to the dirty girl in my arms. 

I swallowed the moan Parker let into my mouth as she tumbled over the edge, sending me falling right after her. Intense waves of something wonderful broke the hold I had on myself as I came deep inside of her, my entire body shuddering. 

I held myself inside of her until the final spurts of my orgasm faded out, the world stilling between Parker and me. A cold breeze brushed the back of my neck, goosebumps spreading over my skin. 

"Oh. My. God." Parker muttered, her head falling forward onto my shoulder. 

"You okay, love?" I asked, tangling my hand in her hair to hold her close to me. 

"Mhm." Parker's voice rumbled against my chest. "Better than okay." 

Brains both thoroughly fucked out, Parker and I quickly got ourselves back together, adjusting our clothes and hair until it looked somewhat believable that we had only gotten lost in the maze. Not in each other. 

"That lip gloss tastes really good." I said, brushing my lips against Parker's for another taste. "Almost as good as your pussy." 

"Are you proud that you messed it up?" Parker asked, looking up at me with big doe eyes that had me wanting to undo her jeans again. 

"Absolutely." I told her, smiling at the little giggle that escaped her. 

"We're going to have to speed up if we want to win this race, considering we just wasted a bunch of time." Parker said, leading us back into the crammed part of the maze that had people curiously running through it. 

"I wouldn't say a waste of time." I watched as Parker scrunched her face up in disagreement. I could fuck the brains out of the girl, but never the spirit, I supposed. "Is winning really that important to you?" 

"Yes," Parker said definitively. 

Unfortunately, Parker confirming that winning this corn maze race was important to her made it my mission to make it possible. When something was important to her, it was important to me, so I had to find us a way to get to the exit first. 

The other groups had to be far ahead of us at this point, if not already outside the maze waiting. We would have needed psychic abilities to be able to rush through the maze without making a wrong turn and beat everyone to the end. Unless, of course- 

"I have an idea. Follow me." I said, grasping onto the top bale of straw and pulling myself up. Technically, cheating was never on Sarah's list of ground rules. Leaning over the rickety wall, I held my hand out for Parker and pulled her up with me. 

"The exit is over there." I pointed to the end of the maze where people were filing out. All we have to do is jump on the bales until we get over there. 

"You're a fucking genius!" Parker exclaimed excitedly as she saw our victory up ahead. 

"You're wasting time with the compliments, love." 

Carefully while moving as fast as we could, Parker and I hopped from bale to bale, over lost teenagers and couples making out, darting for the exit. The unsteady walls shook under our feet as we ran across the rows, laughing like lunatics with our win in sight. 

We were nearing the exit when a protesting cry came from the ground. John B, Sarah, and Kie looking up at us with angry expressions. 

"Hey, you're cheating!" John B shouted as Parker and I hopped right over them. 

"Cheaters!" Kie called. 

"Sarah never said that we couldn't hop over the maze." I defended myself and Parker. Well, I tried to. I couldn't defend the way she stuck her tongue out at John B. 

"No climbing on the maze!" A different teenaged worker shouted through a megaphone before dropping the thing as we climbed to the edge. "Oh, whatever." 

I hopped down onto the ground with Parker following behind me, cheering as Pope and Cleo wandered out of the exit. 

"We won, bitches!" Parker cheered, clapping her hands against mine in celebration. 

Parker Kate Routledge and JJ Maybank spend a night in "watching" a horror (in JJ's opinion) movie.

Parker Kate

"You know, when you said you wanted to have matching PJs, I didn't think this was what you meant." JJ said, glancing down at his shirt that said "I'm stupid" in big, bold letters. "I would have said no." 

I laughed from across the living room in almost perfectly matching attire -- the same fluffy PJ pants with a star pattern, warm socks, and my hair tied back in a low messy bun. The only difference was the bold lettering etched on my shirt, spelling out "I'm fucking stupid."  

Unlike JJ, I found the shirts hilarious. After scrolling a bit too late one night on Pinterest, I stumbled upon an Etsy link for the couples shirts and, in a sleepless daze, ordered them without telling my boyfriend. He didn't wake up to my evil giggling in our bed and was left rocking a ridiculous shirt with a sour look on his face. 

"Shut up, you look great." I told him, throwing a piece of popcorn at his head. JJ was faster than me, turning his head to catch the flying kernel in his mouth before it hit him. 

"Okay, ma'lady, you may enter the comfort realm. Also known as the couch." JJ stood back from where he had been meticulously setting up pillows and blankets for the last ten minutes, claiming we would need extra comfort through the duration of the film. Even my childhood stuffed shark had made it downstairs, resting on my side of the couch. 

JJ was not someone who could be labelled as a "meticulous" person. However, he always put special effort into our date nights, even if we were doing something as simple as lying on the couch to watch a scary movie. 

Hopping up from where I had sat myself on the coffee table, I walked over to the couch, getting stopped by JJ's hand before I could sit down. 

"Not so fast." JJ cautioned. "I need to check you for books first." 

Rolling my eyes, I placed the bowl of popcorn and Twizzlers down on the couch and stood in front of JJ with my arms out like I was going through TSA. One time I snuck a book into movie night, and he has never let it go. 

JJ was very thorough, starting at my legs and moving his way upward, gently tapping my body with his hands to check for books. I laughed as he tickled my sides and ruffled my hair, making sure there wasn't an inch of me that could hide the forbidden paper. 

"Could you hide a dirty book here?" JJ asked, squeezing my chest in his hands. I glared at him through narrowing eyes. 

"JJ, this is starting to seem more like a feel-up than a pat-down." I said. "And how many movie nights have we skipped because of wandering hands?" 

More than the movie nights we've attended. 

"We can't miss this one." JJ had been persistent on the choice of scary movie, claiming that he needed someone to understand the references he made that went over everyone's heads. "It's a piece of life-altering American cinematography." 

"JJ, it's C.H.U.D." 

Unhappy with my lack of enthusiasm, JJ picked me up off my feet and threw me onto the heavily padded couch. I fell into a bed of blankets as JJ plopped himself down beside me and grabbed the remote. 

"If the movie gets too scary for you, you can bury your head in my shoulder." JJ said as the opening credits rolled in to a sci-fi-y musical background. 

"I'm sure you'd love that." I joked. 

Horror movies, or in this case, scary science fiction movies, never tended to startle me. I was the weirdo that laughed when the killer jumped out in front of a bunch of scared teens and said "smash" whenever they put on a sexy mask. Growing up with JJ and John B, who would wake me up in the morning in killer clown masks, must have desensitized my brain from a young age. 

"You're not going to do that weird middle school thing where you pretend to yawn in order to put your arm around me, are you?" I asked. 

"No, I'm way slicker than that." JJ said. 

I watched as he interlinked his hands together, doing a wave-like motion, and then, using a robotic dance move, wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Laughing, I fell against his side. 

"Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy." 

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"Nothing!" JJ exclaimed as a creature with glowing yellow eyes and wrinkly, slimy skin popped out from the sewer. "Not even a flinch?" 

"JJ, I told you, horror movies don't startle me." I laughed with my head lying on his lap. 

"They eat people!" 

"Yeah, but if you haven't noticed, we are safely hidden behind a TV screen." I told him. "Plus, this movie is from the eighties; chances are the humanoid underground dwellers are dead. Pennywise killed them all." 

"Pennywise killed them all." JJ mocked in a high-pitched, childish tone. "You know I crapped my pants the first time I saw this." 

I watched the TV as the main characters descended into the sewers to try and fight off the creepy-looking radioactive beings. I never quite understood what made horror movie characters so dumb that they would actively seek out the villain. 

"Maybe I'm just not as much of a wuss." I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Hey! You're already emasculating me by being much more chill about this movie." JJ said playfully. "You were supposed to freak out and bury yourself in my side, and I'd comfort you by saying I'd never let you get taken by a humanoid underground dweller." 

I sat up, turning to face JJ. "There aren't any real humanoid underground dwellers for you to protect me from anyway." 

"You're ruining the horror movie date night stereotype, Parker!" 

A chuckle rumbled from my chest. "I'm sorry. I'll get scared at the next jumpscare, I promise." I wrapped my arms around JJ's bicep and pulled him closer. "I'll hold onto you tightly and hide my eyes in your chest." Crawling onto JJ's lap, I positioned myself away from the TV, pretending to be scared. "And I'll ask you to tell me when the scary part is over so I can look again." I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, playing the role of the scared girlfriend for JJ. 

Lifting my head up off his chest, JJ smiled as our gazes met. "You really think you're funny, don't you?" 

His eyes set on mine, hot and heavy, sending a spark of excitement rushing up my spine. "I thought that was what you wanted?" 

I played innocent as I leaned over him, adjusting our positioning so I was resting on my knees and he leaned back over the couch. JJ's hand came to my hair, tugging it free from the tie so it fell down my back. 

"Not anymore." 

JJ's lips caught mine as his hand came around the back of my neck, angling my head the way he wanted it. My hands tangled in his messy hair, pulling on the roots as he thrust his tongue in my mouth, a satiated gasp escaping my lips. 

My thighs squeezed together as our bodies rocked in unison, a push and pull of tension and release. I fought for dominance with my tongue, kissing him harder and deeper, only for JJ to roll his hips up and have me falling complacent under his touch. His low groan ignited a deep, unsettled need in my bones. 

Every movement felt uncontrolled -- frantic. We became a blur of flailing limbs, teeth, and tongue on the couch. The next thing I knew, the closing credits of the movie came rolling in, and I was on my back, gasping for breath, with JJ hovering above me, his shark tooth necklace rocking in front of my eyes. 

"Shit," I cursed, pulling my hands out of JJ's shirt. I wanted to whine at the loss of contact. "We missed the movie. We're going to have to watch it again." 

JJ shook his head and rose to his knees. My eyes fell to the erection tenting his PJ pants. "I'd rather go upstairs and make our own." 

In one quick movement he turned off the TV and hoisted me into his arms, carrying us down the hall.