#⌞JJ x johnb⌝

[daughtercorp]

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[princessbrunette]

firefighter!jj & firefighter!johnb so in love with their cute little roommate.. they sometimes come home very late and see her on the couch sleeping cuz she was trying to stay up just for them:((( love em

⊹ ׅ ۫ ꒰১ ˖ ˚ 🧁 ˚ ˖ ໒꒱ ۫ ׅ ⊹

they’d be lying if they said they didn’t feel bad when they finally unlocked the door to their apartment and found you curled up on the couch, fast asleep. fridays were meant to be movie and pizza night, they were always movie and pizza night — starting at 6pm and ending whenever the hell you’d all fall asleep. it was your favourite part of the week and they knew it.

john b tries to shut the door quietly, but the sound makes you stir anyway — jj quickly kneeling his exhausted body down beside the couch to give your cheek an affectionate rub.

“howdy sleepyhead, think you got lost on the way to your bed.” he smiles guiltily, hoping you’d be tired enough to forget the plans they’d missed out on.

“you’re here…” you croak, lifting your head a little before john b quickly hurries to sit by your side, easing you back down.

“shhh, shh— yep we’re here now—”

“y’missed it… m’made you pizza…” you’re barely awake, eyes sticky and half shut causing your two best friends to exchange a pained look.

“yeah… look we’re real sorry about that, boss had us workin’ some crazy ass hours.” jj sighs, clearly not happy about it. “think it’s time you get yourself to bed though, right sunshine?” he prods you gently with a smile and you seem to curl up even smaller.

“mm, i’ll jus’ stay right here… spend a little more time with you guys.”

taking charge the way he knew, john b shook his head — slotting his hands beneath you and lifting you into, ironically enough, a fireman carry. “no, nope, you’re gonna get some rest and we will all hang out in the morning, sweetheart.”

you don’t fight, simply opening one eye to catch jj blowing you a kiss as the brunette carries you away. they could never resist taking care of their sweet baby best friend.

⊹ ׅ ۫ ꒰১ ˖ ˚ 🧁 ˚ ˖ ໒꒱ ۫ ׅ ⊹

[hissweetest]

boyfriend!john b who you genuinely have to be cautious around when near water because he WILL push/throw you in

you guys are hanging out on the dock outside of the chateau. its the most stress free everyone has felt in a while. you were both standing, big mistake. you couldn’t even process what was happening before he was grabbing you while you were squealing and kicking your legs.

you came back above the water, jj, pope, and kiara all looking the other direction to hide their laughter. “john booker routledge!” you screamed, pushing wet hair out of your face. “what about my phone?!” you panicked for a moment before looking up at him. a stupid smile plastered on his face as he held your phone up. “there’s something.. wrong with you..” is all you said, he laughed and put his hand out to help you up onto the dock. you looked at jj and then at your phone, he quickly took it from john bs hand and you pulled him in the water.

you stayed above the water and covered your mouth, hiding your laughs. he came back to surface and shook his head, water droplets flying from his hair. “okay, i deserved that” he mumbled and splashed water in your face.

[luvzxr]

Little Pougie

Chapter 8

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Summery; In which fem!reader is the little sister of John B Routledge. Sweet, gentle and innocent. The complete opposite of JJ Maybank but he finds himself falling for her and he stop himself from doing so.

Pairing; Fem!reader x JJ Maybank

Word Count; 3,515

Warnings; Throughout this series there are talks of abuse, drug and alcohol use, trauma, talks of self doubt and wanting to be unalived. Possible smut in the future as well so read at your own risk!

08. Stay

It wasn't new for Maybank to get absolutely wasted, regardless of a special occasion. The boy would do just about anything to slow down the racing thoughts even just for a second. But sometimes doing so, left his colleagues to pick up the shattered pieces that he let fall-- more specifically, (Y/n).

The girl was quite familiar with this state of mind that JJ seemed to always find himself stumbling back into on nights he drank just a little too much— where he chose to drink too much. And each time the girl grew even more worrisome of just how far he'd go to stop the thoughts.

Nothing in the world could compare to the night (Y/n) witnessed him fully break, though.

The incident had been quite a few years ago, around the time the boy was celebrating his fifteenth birthday, and like any other young pouge, they were tipping bottles back as a celebration for surviving fifteen years of life— whether that was in and out of juvenile prison or the streets, to them it was still something worth celebrating over.

Though, instead of having multiple types of illegal liquor in his arms and a bump to his step, he showed up empty handed with a swollen right eye and busted lip.

His father beat him. On his birthday.

The day that most parents celebrate their kids is the same day that JJ's father pumbled him. The same day that the only parent that JJ Maybank had left, showed him that even his own blood didn't care about him.

The sight of the boy was enough to break your heart in two. Something inside of him died that day, a part of him that never truly came back even to this very day. It seemed that if there was anything left, it was pain and anger— Or it was the only thing that most people saw after that.

No words were even muttered because frankly, the whole situation threw his friends into a fit of panic and sorrow, even a little bit of shock. Everyone knew the type of man his father, Luke, was but what no one expected was that he had the heart to hit his own kid on his birthday. What was even worse was that officials knew of these situations at the Maybank residence but no one cared enough to try and fix it.

JJ refused to go into foster care and they couldn't keep him in juvie for a long period of time unless he were to do a heinous crime so everyone just chose to look in the opposite direction and only hoped that the man would kick rocks or disappear because either way, they wouldn't have to do a damn thing about JJ then.

After a long period of silence, John B pulled his friend into an embrace. He knew that it wouldn't fix anything but maybe it'd make his friend feel a little less alone.

And even though JJ would never admit it. He needed that hug.

After a brief moment, the pouges began to party like nothing ever happened. Even though most of them wanted to say something, anything but they all knew better than to do that with JJ.

JJ began to drink more and more as the night grew longer till eventually, no one would ever imagine he'd remember anything from that night the next morning. He completely drown himself in the beverage, which only weighed more on everyone else's heart for him.

Maybe it would of been better if he had just killed me.

The girl was baffled to say the very least. To have to sit here and listen to the boy fall apart and think the worst was the hardest thing she's ever done. He was like another brother to her.

Hell, maybe it's better that way for you guys too.

She was quick to tell him that it wasn't true. That herself and the rest of the pouges loved him all the same. They couldn't see a life without JJ in it. Who would be the one to come up with all the unhinges plans? Who would be the one to have random days where they showed up with booze and just decided to have one hell of a party and the boneyard? Who'd be the one to pack it in just like him.

JJ Maybank was the soul to all of them and without him, the pouges just wouldn't be the same.

It was like he didn't hear (Y/n), and that's what scared her the most about an inebriated JJ. He just went through so much pain on a day that was supposed to be special for him and now he wouldn't even consider listening to a comforting word she said. She wanted to sob, beg him to listen to her because she knew the type of boy JJ Maybank truly was and she knew where this led him to.

Pougie, you and everyone else here knows that I'll die and it won't be due to old age. 

My body will lay lifeless on the ground one of these days due to my own doings and what a day to celebrate that will be.

His words haunted her because he tore so deep into himself and her, more than he had with anyone else. And as dramatic as it sounded, he was never the same. JJ didn't have the type of glimmer in his blue pools, they were dim. He was moody, irritable even and everyone was forbidden to mutter a word of that day. (Y/n) would never forget it, even if she tried.

So, maybe that's why she could feel her anxiety levels rising the close she got to her not-so-humble abode, knowing that the current state of the boy could, in fact, be in the same state he was years ago. JJ was also the type to have no filter when intoxicated and he'd often say things that he wouldn't remember or mean, without thinking.

But drunk words are sober thoughts, aren't they?

Upon approach, (Y/n) could see the screen door was left wide open, which wasn't much of a surprise because the boys were expecting her. It had given her the ultimate green light to just walk right in.

"Hey Pougie," John B said. Being the first to notice her arrival as he waved a lousy hand, beckoning her over.

She decided to release her fears for now and instead gave a soft smile before approaching her older sibling and embracing him in a short, but sweet hug. "Hey JB."

After the short sibling moment, Sophie started looking for any sign of the distressed blonde boy, "Where's JJ?"

John B glanced over at Pope, giving him a nervous grin. Hoping his other best friend could explain for him why the blonde wasn't in sight currently.

Pope began to shake his head vigorously, "Oh no-" he continued, "no, no, no. That's your responsibility to tell her-"

"Tell me what?" (Y/n) cut in.

"Your brother will tell you," Pope said, swinging his legs over the back side of the couch and towards the door in a haste to remove himself from the equation.

(Y/n) turned towards John B whose face looked more worrisome than the words soon to come out of his mouth, "He's in your room.."

In her room

It wasn't necessarily that she minded JJ staying in her room, she would happily take the couch in order to give the boy a proper bed and a good night's rest. She didn't mind at all, it was the fact that she'd have to go talk to him alone in there that worried her a bit.

The boy was drunk, he wasn't in the right state of mind and (Y/n) wasn't sure if it was the best idea to talk to him alone. Of course she didn't think he'd do anything to her, it was just she wanted to save a rather she didn't know what to expect after she walked in there. 

Whatever conversation they would have, would certainly take a dark turn.

(Y/n) was actually kind of hoping the boy would be passed out in her bed and she wouldn't have to have witness just how broken JJ was. At least, not again anyway.

"Oh.. okay," she trailed off, trying to find anything to pull away from the fact the drunken boy was lousing about in her room.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell ya, (Y/n/n). He hasn't been in there long I figured that it might be better for him to chill out and relax because you know how he gets— he's not himself and I thou-"

"It's okay John B, I don't mind him being in there," she rested her palm on his shoulder, hoping to save the boy, and herself from his rambling.

His tensed muscles relaxed at her words and he gave a soft nod in response.

"Is he sleeping?"

"He shouldn't be, I just sent him in," John B replied.

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek. That same anxious feeling she felt moments prior before stepping a foot through the door. She contemplated on doing an internal coin toss; deciding her fate of going in to check if the boy was still awake or just crashing on the couch in hopes the next morning he didn't think the girl actually dodged a conversation with him— when in fact, she kind of was.

(Y/n) was about to blurt out any excuse to just stay out in the living room with John B until morning when both of their attention was grabbed by a hard thud in the room next to them.

Both John B and (Y/n) glance from one another to the room before John B shook his head.

"He doesn't talk to me, Pougie. If anything, you're our best shot right now," he let out a sigh before continuing, "I know he did a number on you years ago with his little burst. Hell, he did with all of us but that was the first time he opened up to everyone and you seem to be the one who can get him to talk without an explosion happening,"

(Y/n) just gave a soft nod before ultimately making the decision to head off towards her bedroom where the drunken boy most likely found some possible way of injuring himself even while just sitting in place.

(Y/n) wasn't necessarily not happy to get to see JJ because, in fact, she was admittedly excited nonetheless but more worried about his wellbeing.

She could hear him before he even was viewable. Her door was wide open, just like how she left it before she had headed out earlier that afternoon. "Son of a bitch," her eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Fucking idiot. She's gonna kill you,"

(Y/n) wasn't too sure what exactly she was going to unalive him over. She never kept anything reliable out in the open and the reason why should be self explanatory; there were always too many boys hanging out to risk leaving anything precious of hers out for everyone to see.

Regardless, if he had broken anything of hers it would be replaceable as she was more worried for the boy than any object in the room.

The boy stood in an anxious stance, trying to desperately pick up a pile of scattered books that laid out on the floor of her bedroom. What she was able to put together without actually witnessing the incident was that the boy stumbled due to his drunken state and knocked them over trying to catch his balance.

She let out an unexpected giggle and almost as fast as it escaped her lips she slapped her palm over them. A poor excuse for trying to muffle herself.

JJ however, abruptly took notice of the small girl hovering in the doorway. His brows furrowed in the slightest with confusion before his slowed down intelligence caught onto exactly why the girl was giggling.

"(Y/n)," He breathed, "I-I didn't mean to knock them over, I'm a little drunk and I tried to catch them but-"

He had a moment of panic in which he had no idea whether to take the girl walking in on him as a good or bad thing.

Was she making fun of him for being such a fucking idiot? Did she laugh in a way of 'look at this dumbass' or 'Did he really just knock over a pile of books in a mildly open space?'. He didn't know. All he knew was the girl walked in on him in her room, knocking over her stuff.

"It's alright JJ," she said, dropping her overnight bag by the door frame and walking up to him.

His nerves calmed and he wrung his hands behind his back, trying to find the next set of words to say to the girl who he had no idea what the future mess he had gotten himself into held for him.

"What's going on JJ?" She asked, placing herself promptly on the edge of her bed. She patted the cushion next to her, inviting him to sit.

He hesitated for a moment. He knew she was expecting him to open up and a part of him wanted to, it was just the right words to say weren't coming to him when he needed them the most. 

"Why'd you need me to come back today?" Her head tilted the slightest, lashes fluttering up at him.

JJ was a bit disheveled, his dirty blonde hair was a mess with certain parts glued to his forehead from what was only assumed to be the fault of alcohol racing through his veins— contributing to heating his flesh up a lot faster than usual. And his red tank loosely fitted him almost perfectly.

(Y/n) snapped herself out of the very obvious fact she was gawking at a very distressed JJ. Despite the fact, he was a very good looking guy and was probably actually used to girls staring at him all the time. It felt wrong of her, she considered this boy to be like another brother to her and here she was checking him out.

The boy wasn't too sure if he should tell the truth or find a way to direct the conversation elsewhere. Find a different topic to keep the girl talking and become distracted from the real reason she showed up tonight.

"I'm.. having a hard time. Can you lay with me?"

Did she hear that right? Or was (Y/n) hallucinating.

She hesitated, his unusual demand caught her off guard. He blinked at her, no expression change except the fact he was actually expecting her answer to be a 'Yes'. She thought he would have redacted his demand by now but he hadn't, it wasn't even a thought in his mind to redact it.

"JJ I shouldn—"

"Please?" His blue glazed puppy stare was fixated on her.

She couldn't make out the feeling that raced through her veins at the sight of his facial expression and softened tone.

She actually didn't know why she always dropped everything for him. Sure, people counted on her to keep the unhinged boy from doing anything more damaging to himself than he already had but it was like she did it even when no one expected her to. She chose JJ over even some of the most important life events with no hesitation.

"Okay,"

(Y/n) complied nonetheless, laying back against the soft foam beneath her and staring mindlessly up at the ceiling.

The two teens didn't know where to take the conversation. JJ was still fighting that mental battle in his head about telling (Y/n) the truth. And (Y/n)— well (Y/n) had nothing to say until he did tell her the truth for she didn't know how to help if she didn't know what was bothering him.

Finally, (Y/n) broke what felt like an eternity of silence, "What's really going on Jay?" Her head turned to look at him, surprised to find the boy had already been staring at her.

"I don't know how to feel" he lied.

"Well, there is no way you should feel. You have a right to your own feelings JJ. It just matters how you handle them," She was gentle with her words.

"I hurt people,"

She reached a hesitant hand out, fingertips just barely grazing his naked shoulders. "Why do you think you hurt people?"

His eyes seemed to flicker around the room as if he was trying to find the right words to say, "I don't think, I know I do. That's all I ever do,"

(Y/n) could feel parts of her heart shatter at his words and it felt too damn familiar for her own liking. Her fear she had the whole way walking home of JJ being in the same state he was in years ago ended up being true.

"That's not true JJ," Her head shook, trying to comfort him in anyway she could think of because he needed it.

He was battling a war inside his own head and she could see it in action right now. She wasn't inside his head to witness the utter chaos inside but the way he struggled so hard to find the words to say, the way his mind seemed to be nothing but a mess he couldn't seem to get under control just made it obvious.

"No, it is true," he slurred with his voice softly cracking. He removed his arms that were wrapped around Sophie prior and sat up, hand rummaging through the already tangled golden tips of his hair, "I wish i was a good person. I wish I wasn't such a fucking messing.."

(Y/n) quickly sat up herself. She knew he was falling apart and there was nothing she could but just be there to catch him.

Her eyes slightly widened when she began to see his body heave up and down, the way she didn't have to be looking at his face to know he had tears in his eyes. He was trying so hard to keep himself together because he hated the fact of showing just how unstable he truly was to everyone else that he kept too much inside and now it was currently leaking out of him now.

He'd been through so much and with that, so much without a parental figure in his life to guide him through the hard times. He didn't have someone there to teach him how to handle his emotions or how life can just beat you to a pulp before he ever remotely got better. He didn't have a mother he could run and be held in her arms after his heart was shattered or a father he could go to, to get advice on better ways to be a good man. He had to learn it all by himself and that clearly had been taking quite a toll on him for some time now.

(Y/n) quickly pulled him to her, her arms wrapped around him to hold him close as he sobbed into her chest. Her gentle palm placed over the back of his head to cradle him close so he felt safe with her. She wanted him to be okay with how he felt and how sometimes, things are just too hard to handle on your own.

She could feel her own eyes welling up with tears and how her throat started to feel so closed like it does when she wants to just curl into a ball and cry herself to sleep. JJ didn't ever seem to get the fact that the girl truly cared for his well being because he was always there for her as well, that this hurt her as much as he was currently hurting inside.

"I'm here Jay," she murmured, trying the fight back the cracks in her voice desperate to slip out, "I'm here,"

It didn't take JJ long to wrap his own arms around (Y/n) again and pull her as close to himself as he physically could. 

He would never admit to anyone that sometimes this was just something he needed because that's just not who he was. He always was too closed off to willingly be open about the fact that he needed someone to show they cared about him in, that it was okay not to be okay. It just took the right person to do the job and the right person seemed to always be (Y/n).

"I don't know what to do,"

"It's okay to need someone JJ," (Y/n) held onto him tighter as he cried, pressing a small kiss on the top of his head and soothingly ran her fingertips through his golden strands.

JJ Maybank was a lot of things; a thief, a delinquent, and a soon-to-be high school dropout. He could go on with the names and categories he fit into and he could also go into detail with just how long that list really was.

if someone were to ask him how he truly felt about the girl, he'd tell them he saw her as his little sibling— a friend. And saying 'friend' or 'sibling' would have placed him in the category of a very unlikeable thing to his friends and colleagues; a liar and a man who breaks his word.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Anyone who thinks rafe remotely cares about Sarah and was there for her need more help then he does bc what? He saw his sister starve while pregnant and did nothing to help her and saw his sister whom he says he wanted to get closer to again drown and did nothing again but JJ her not brother did and I know pope and Cleo would’ve too (bc they care them most about their ungrateful undeserving friends(not you jj), but also bc the writers always make it seem like their lives matter less then the yt characters so if they was in the deck and saw that both would’ve jumped after pope for jj ofc and Cleo for Sarah there’s no doubt about it) trust that!

also free Sofia from the psychopath she deserves so much better she’s to good for him even Barry is to good for him and I’m glad he’s gotten free for now hopefully he gets to keep rafe boat as he gets killed in s5 or worse ends up in foreign jail since s1 all I have ever wanted was rage dead but now I’m waking up to the idea of him rotting in foreign prison forever for what he did to peterkin and pope and fcvk Sarah and what he did to her bc if she’s dumb enough to be hugging and forgiving him after he literally tried killing her multiple times then all that blond hair isn’t for show and she’s in fact a dumb blond because what you couldn’t forgive s1 when all he did was kidnap you but now that you have a whole baby to protect from your psycho brother you are what being all let’s be family again are you okay or has she also lost it and gotten the family psychosis has she finally snapped bc that’s the only way you can ever convince me that Sarah would ever go near rafe voluntarily without a gun to her head!

Saw rafe girlies hating on Sofia 😂 that man don’t care about you😂so hating on a pretty girl he purposed to is not the way to go the only people y’all should be hating being rafe but sure let’s hate on the pretty girl he fake loves bc rafe is a psychopath and is incapable of loving anything he has no emotions can never feel anything!

the jealousy an misogyny of rafe stans goes crazy even riara shippers defiantly hate k deeply for shipping him with her abuser and psychopath and I despise kie with a passion and still could never wish that psycho on her!

[gh0stsp1d3r]

the cowboy boys and where they live with reader !!

Cowboy!rafe- lives on a large farm in Oregon with a vacation home in Indiana. Has a shit ton of animals, gets it by a lotttt of dirty money.

Cowboy!pope- lives on a small ranch in Utah. you both have a lil puppy along with your horses

Cowboy!jj- lives in a small lil cabin that always has something wrong with it. But being the handy guy he is, always fixes it. you both have a big dog who loves your horses. You guys travel around a lot though, never in one spot for long.

Cowboy!john b- lives on a old ranch in Wyoming. has a cow and some horses !

Cowboy!barry- lives in a small town in Montana in a cabin. has no other animals but takes care of the rich people’s horses for money.

[lilibookverse]

Golden, The Royal Merchant Hunt (on Wattpad - @lilibookverse) 

OBX, paradise on earth... It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses: two tribes, one island. When Camilla Laurent, Kook princess, comes back on the island of her childhood, she is not ready for what awaits her... She will have to pick up the pieces of the messes she caused and figure out who to trust in a world full of sharks. Between beers and glitters, huge parties and fancy cocktails, choosing a side might have never been harder.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/371744618-golden-the-royal-merchant-hunt?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=LiliBookVerse 

[helianthus22]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑 ━━ OUTER BANKS - ━ 00 | prólogo (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1220918154-%F0%9D%90%86%F0%9D%90%84%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%96%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%98-%F0%9D%90%82%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%91-%E2%94%81%E2%94%81-outer-banks-%E2%94%81-00-pr%C3%B3logo?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Masddye69 "Un día se convirtieron en Romeo y Julieta por elección propia y nada volvió a ser como antes"

[tokousername]

John B/JJxReader

This gonna be a kind of series of one/two shots where the reader is in a fwb situation with both John B and JJ. They are both aware of the other being involved and they also both want her heart. However, she doesn't want to be in a relationship at the moment so she insists on staying friends with both of them. This is a SMUT. Every chapter will have smut in it.

This will not have a regular schedule because writing smut takes a lot out of me ngl so it'll update whenever it updates.

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Chapter 1; John B

I smiled widely while riding the wave I was currently on with Kiara just a few feet away on her own board. I looked over at her, my salt water soaked hair sticking to my shoulders, back and face as I turned my head to see her. She was trying to top me again for who can ride a wave the longest. I whipped my board to throw some foam and changed my direction so I was heading horizontally across the wave. Kiara tumbled, taking a dive for it in the water, she knew she wasn't gonna regain her balance. I bent down closer to the water while going to finish it off and stuck out my tongue at her on the way by. She cackled and resisted the urge to tug on my cord.

Finally when I got to the end, I dove into the water and resurfaced quickly, watching Kiara walk up the bank with her board. I waved at the group of Pogues on the beach from the sand bar. I grabbed my board and got on, paddling as close as I could and then getting off to head up the beach to the rest of my friends. I flashed a grin at John B on my way up, he had a glint in his eyes, the look of admiration was unmistakable. I gasped and shouted, dropping my board as I felt my feet leave the sand. "JJ! You're lucky I already took off my cord!" I yelled at him, I gripped his arm to hold my top half up as he slung me over his shoulder.

"That was fucking awesome, N/N!" He exclaimed, gripping my thighs so I didn't fall over his back. He grabbed my board with me still over his back and ran up to the rest of the group. Faking that he would drop me at least once on the way. He handed my board to Pope who put it with the rest of the boards. JJ put me down and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him and still moving around so I was stumbling with him.

"It wasn't even the biggest one I've pulled." I giggled. John B snorted and stood up.

"Alright, alright, let go, JJ." He told him, JJ groaned and took his hands off. Pope sat back down in his beach chair next to Kie. John B took his shirt off and smirked at me.

"Oh hell no! No!" I screamed, trying to run away. He laughed and chased me, I only got 10 feet away before he caught up and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up bridal style and racing down the beach to throw me back in. "JB!"

Pope laughed and got up, taking off his hat, sandals, sunglasses and shirt to run after us, JJ also followed to the water. Kiara smiled and stood up, walking behind the group and standing at the edge of the water to watch John B throw my ass in and then a water fight start between the four of us. Shortly after, I shrieked at John B and tried to run in the water but he tackled me. Pope, JJ and Kiara had gone back up to the beach to get the things back together because the fire was starting to go out. He lifted me again and tossed me in the water. "John!"

He laughed and settled down, standing in the water and pulling my head into his chest an apology. He had his hands holding my head and I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry for throwing you in the water." He tried to hold back a smile, I could see it.

I just stared up into his eyes and rolled my own, pushing him away. "Sureee." I snickered. "Come on, we should go back to the group." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the water, walking up the sand to the burnt out fire. Something I didn't notice at the time, but JJ did, was that John B who was being led by me, was watching the way my body moved while walking to the tiny bonfire. He liked a lot of things about me, the way my hips moved, my laugh, the way my legs carried me, the way my hair still looked beautiful while soaking wet and sticking to my torso.

I let go of John B as we got close and went to help put the rest of the food and empty been bottles in the cooler. John B immediately went to JJ with a grin on his face, I could hear the two of them saying things to each other and then laughing and then saying something else. Sounded like teasing. We got the rest of our stuff together and made sure the fire was fully out, then left to get in the Twinkie and go back to the Château.

We packed everything in, John B was driving with Pope in the passenger seat and Kiara, me and JJ sat in the back, there was a full on conversation still happening between the five of us when JJ pulled me over onto his lap, he didn't make any weird movements after, it was like he just hauled me onto his lap to move me. "Yeah!" He argued.

"No it's not the same."

"It totally is, how come you can be a Pogue with Kook parents and money but Y/N can't be a Pogue with Kook money and no parents like John B?" He asked a valid question.

"Oh yeah, I appreciate being used as an example, thanks for asking me first?" John B scoffed jokingly from the front seat.

"Hey, he's arguing for my honor without me asking too." I smiled, shaking his shoulder gently.

"Well, because she has Kook money, I don't have Kook money, my parents have Kook money." Kie was losing this debate.

"That's the SAME THING." He emphasized, laughing. He set his hand on my hip and squeezed, still making zero acknowledgment of his hands or anything he's been doing. I couldn't help but shift just slightly only for a second but I was very much resisting the urge to make more contact, it was uncomfortable knowing he was right there.

I looked over at Pope, who was reading of course and then at John B again, I actually got a good look at him this time, including the backs of his hands. "Oh my god, John B." I moved off of JJ and grabbed his free hand, looking at the back. "What the fuck happened?" I raised an eyebrow at the bruises that covered his knuckles.

"Nahh, don't worry about it. I just had a problem with Rafe again yesterday." He sighed.

We dropped off Pope at his place and Kiara at hers since their parents were generally strict on staying out on school nights even though it was only like 6:30. John B pulled into his 'driveway' and turned off the car.

"Shit!" I jumped from the sudden shout that came from JJ as he checked his phone for the first time in hours. "Oh shit. Shit! Fuck!" He was shaking from what was most likely adrenaline.

"Wh- Jayj?" I questioned him, he slammed the van door open and grabbed his dirt bike.

"My dad texted my three times already. Oh, I'm so FUCKED." He growled.

"You can stay here again, JJ." John B told him, grabbing the cooler from the back of the van. I climbed out the back and grabbed my shorts from inside, finally putting them back on with the baggy shirt I was wearing that was now drying.

"No can do, he wants me home, I ain't riskin it." He stated. "See ya later, Pogues!" He saluted, starting up his bike and riding off.

I sighed heavily, worried about him. I closed the van door and followed John B who was now walking inside the shack. I went ahead to open the door for him since his hands were full and closed it behind us. He put the stuff down in the middle of the living room and watched me as I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He listened for the water turning on and groaned when it did, throwing himself down onto the couch. "Fuck.." he leaned his neck onto the back of the couch and replayed the day in his head.

He'd been there a while because he lifted his head when he heard the bathroom door open and then the guest bedroom close. "Cold shower." He told himself, getting up to head in and try to get rid of this urge he had.

I heard him go in the bathroom after me, no doubt he probably wasn't gonna get any hot water if he tried. I dried my hair as much as I could without my hairdryer and then brushed it out, put on undergarments and then a baggy shirt that covered everything. I didn't want to wear jeans right now and that's literally all I had in the drawers of this room. Jean pants and jean shorts. By the time I'd opened the guest door so JB could come in if he had to, he was already walking out in a towel to go in his room. He didn't look happy to be honest. I put my hair up with a claw clip and backed up to look at myself, my eyes ran over my body as a tilted my head in thought. I ran my hands down my arms and put them on my hips, blowing out some air. I snapped out of it when John B's door opened again, I shook my head and walked out of the room to get some water.

He watched me as walked to the kitchen. Thinking about what he'd just seen me doing, it didn't look like anything he'd ever seen me do before. He stood still, chewing on the inside of his cheek for a minute and really digging through his head before deciding to follow me.

I reached for a glass in the cabinet and glanced over at him for help when he came around the corner. The glasses were up fairly high because Big John never wanted John B to get his hands on them as a kid. The plastic cups were gone so I had to use a glass. John B walked up behind me and grabbed it, handing it to me along with a straw. "Thanks JB." I smiled at him, his face became softer upon seeing my smile. He watched me fill up my glass with ice and water and then drink all of it.

I put the cup down and looked at him. "What are you looking at?" I wondered, it was quiet inside the wooden walls of the Château aside from our breathing. He approached me and trapped me against the counter, reaching his hands to the sides of it to lock me in.

"I need you again." He muttered, lowering his head to my neck and running his nose in the crook. I reached forward, running my hands up his chest and around to his neck. He moved back up and watched them until he couldn't anymore. He always liked my hands, especially with a fresh set.

I tilted my head up and pulled him down to me, stopping when our noses almost touched. "You're obsessed." I told him.

He smiled lightly. "Yes, I am." He admitted, moving his hands from the counter to my hips. He lowered his head the extra space and caught my lips with his. I hummed and moved my hands up into his hair from his neck. I ran my fingers through it, scratching his scalp gently every so often during the kiss, it was still damp from his shower. He gripped my thighs and lifted me again, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could carry me to his room.

(Smut be starting here)

He closed his door behind him for no particular reason and set me down on his bed, he took off his already unbuttoned shirt that he'd just put on and climbed into bed with me, he moved his mouth down to my jaw from my lips and then started toward my neck. I sighed contentedly as he slid his hands up my shirt and held me close. I moved his hair out of his face when he looked at me again with his beautiful brown eyes. He moved back and grabbed my shirt, I helped him pull it over my head and toss it somewhere where the rest of our clothes will also end up. He reached back and unhooked my bra, throwing that too.

I pushed him over and straddled his hips, his breath hitched in his throat as he watched me take my hair out of the clip and carefully toss it onto my shirt that was on the floor. He admired me, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around me once more. "Just let me." He spoke softly. I ground my hips and he flipped us again, grabbing at the sides of my underwear to pull them off. He kissed my neck, then down my chest, stomach and the inside of my thigh. He situated himself between my legs and without hesitation, licked right up my pussy.

"Ah.." I gasped, he stuck his tongue inside me and licked up again, he started sucking on my clit mercilessly. I couldn't stop squirming, my hands found their place in his hair, running my fingers through it. "Yes." I moaned. He wrapped his arm around my leg and held me in place, the other one pushed down on my hips, trying to me to stop moving. He kept licking and sucking on my cunt until I couldn't handle it anymore. "John B! Oh.." I shouted, moaning loud from the pleasure. "Fuck! Yes!" He hummed in satisfaction as he felt my body relax after cumming. He licked one more time so I wasn't dripping his spit, then let go of me and moved up.

I was catching my breath but couldn't help getting excited again when I saw him unbuttoning his shorts and get up to pull them off along with his boxers. He climbed back into bed with me and lifted my legs to his hips, kissing me deeply. He pulled away and stuck his fingers inside me, making sure I was still wet before sliding in. It was easy since he'd done it before, I couldn't help but gasp though, he was bigger than average and his cock filled me to the brim. "Oh god.." I sighed.

He smiled and kissed me again, I tightened my legs around his hips as he started thrusting slowly. He kept me quiet with his lips, running his hand up to mine and intertwining our fingers, then forcing it next to my head. My other hand stayed at the base of his neck in his hair, gently scratching his scalp in our kiss. I moaned into it, he was slow and gentle at the beginning, continuously looking to make sure I was okay. And then I pulled away from the kiss. "John.." I gasped. He looked up from where he had his head lowered and into my eyes. "Harder." I told him.

He let go of my hand and put it under my knee, his other lifted my leg over his shoulder so he could get a better angle. "Fuck." He grunted, thrusting faster and harder than he was before. I gripped the sheets to try and keep myself grounded but it was so hard with how good he was fucking me.

"Fuck! John B, turn over." I told him, he let my leg go and moved so I was one top. He had his chest against mine as I started bouncing, his hands slammed my hips back down onto his. "John B!" I moaned. He couldn't help the animalistic growl that ripped from his throat at the sounds of his name rolling deliciously off my tongue.

The sound of our skin slapping and harsh moans only made me wetter, I was falling apart above John B and he knew it. I was getting tired, a mix of the movement and the pleasure instantly striking fatigue into me. JB started doing all the work, moving my hips to his liking as I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders. He hissed at the feeling of my nails digging into the skin, moving one hand up to hold my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I gasped, feeling the thrust of his hips get harder as he pulled me into a kiss again.

I couldn't think, all I could do was kiss the brunette that was fucking me stupid and let him do the rest. I really needed to cum, my high was coming fast and hard. "Ah! John B!" I shouted.

He kissed my chest and collarbone before looking back up at me. "Cum for me, Princess." He groaned. I couldn't hold it anymore and came undone on top of him, he pulled my hips down a little more, putting his head on my tits as he came inside me. He let go and laid back on his bed, catching his breath. I leaned my hands on the sides of his chest, also coming down from my high. I couldn't help my pussy squeezing him because he was still inside. He grumbled and lifted me off of him, not wanting to get hard again, seeing that I was drenched in sweat.

"Fuck.." I sighed. I'd laid next to him, he stood up, putting his boxers on and getting back in bed to lay next to me.

"You were great on the waves today." He mentioned, closing his eyes sleepily.

"I know." I smiled. I got up, leaning my hand onto the nightstand to keep myself up as my legs strengthened to hold me. He watched me from his bed.

Suddenly, the door to the château made a sound that made it seem like it was slammed open. I put my clothes on quickly as I heard someone going through the kitchen. John B got up to get dressed too and I walked out before him, leaving him alone to see who was in the house.

"JJ?" I questioned, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He turned to look at me, putting the water he was chugging down onto the counter. "Oh.." John B walked up behind me, glancing at his best friend in the kitchen. He'd been crying and there was only ever one reason JJ would cry.

"I'm gonna take a nap." He said flatly, passing us and heading to the guest room.

"I don't know what to do anymore." I muttered to the boy standing next to me as we'd turned to watch JJ walk down the hallway.

"There's not much we can do except be there for him." He stated.

I couldn't help but think about every time he'd come to mine or John B's to get away. I assumed he hit my house first because I lived closer but since I wasn't there, he came here. I sighed. "Shit."

[1-800-be-my-baby]

Johnb walking in on jj x Routledge!reader would be something

MDNI 18+

"jj no, what if someone hears us?" you're trying to remain strong, but its hard when your boyfriend is kissing on the sensitive parts of your neck and has his hands on his your hips, rolling them against his own.

"shhh don't worry, everyones gone right now. s'just you and me alright?" with that your composure completely crumbles.

"fuck right there please don't stop" jj's length is impaling you, hips meeting yours at a rhythm that has tears streaming down your cheeks.

"fuckkkkk" his body is practically crushing yours, his arms wrapped around you, with his face in your neck as he lets out moans and whimpers, each sound bringing you closer to your climax.

the sound of your squelching cunt filling the room, he's hitting that spot deep inside you that never fails to make you borderline hysterical.

the sound of the door opening has you slapping jjs arm in an attempt to get him to stop, but it goes unnoticed.

"hey man have- JESUS CHRIST DUDE." the sound of your brothers voice has jj flying off of you, the door slamming shut as quickly as it opened.

"oh my fucking god. im gonna die. this can't be real." you bury your face in your hands, praying for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

jj stumbles around the room trying to quickly get dressed. he opens the door to be met with a very red john b.

"dude seriously? i actually can't even look at you." your brother crosses his arms, his head turned, refusing to make eye contact with the boy who was just fucking you stupid.

"look man, in my defense i didn't know you were here." jj runs his hand through his head, making his best attempt at damage control.

"yeah whatever, i better not catch you doing that shit again." before jj can reply your brother is gone, slamming the door to the chateau.

[princessbrunette]

oh my fuck i just thought of outlaw!jayj and johnbee and them using u as bait!! like ur so pretty n sweet looking so they put u in the forest looking all helpless and hide behind the trees and wait for someone rich to come through… and when someone does obviously they stop to help u because who wouldnt!? while ur sweet talkin the guy, jayj and john bee jump out with the guns and rob them! u don’t particularly like it but they way they fuck u so good after makes up for it 🫶

-☀️

🫧୨ৎ🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི⋆⭒˚｡

doing your job so reluctantly, woeful little pout on your face when the target strolls up to you as expected. you do your part, bat your lashes just the way jj told you to, hold lots of eye contact the way john b advised, and soon — you get to sorrowfully watch the colour drain from the poor suckers face when he feels the cold metal of a pistol against the back of his head, your two lovers having made their entrance.

“yeah, you know what that is dont’cha?” jj asks with a grin— but it’s not the smile that reaches his eyes that he gives you, it’s this cold and scary one. you know it’s closer to a grimace than a smile truly, and you know it means trouble.

“whats going on? just drop the gun, we can talk this out.” they always try to reason, but in order to get their money — the outlaws have to really put the fear of god in him, make this guy think he’s actually gonna die.

“we don’t wanna have to hurt you buddy. turn it around, easy… there you go.” john b instructs, standing back as jj keeps the weapon pointed straight at the strangers head. as advised, you disappear back behind a tree, out of arms reach incase anything does go wrong. they say it’s for your safety, and because a pretty young thing like you shouldn’t see such nasty behaviour from her two fellas.

it gets boring after a while, so you sit down behind a tree, the voice faded to a muffle as you hum to yourself, picking up a ladybug on your finger, entertaining yourself. sometimes they rough the guy up a bit if he’s not complying, beat on him ‘til he does — but the exchange never lasts longer than ten minutes. soon, the guys cleared off and your boys collect you, helping you to stand.

“gonna get dirt on your dress, pup.” john b tsks, patting you down and you stare over at his companion curiously.

“did you get anything good?” you tilt your head to the blonde rifling through the napsack they fill their ‘prizes’ with. he squints one eye when he smiles, and this time you know it’s genuine, and he reaches inside the sack and pulls out gold jewellery he must’ve taken from the man.

“you tell me, this look good to you babydoll?” hes showing teeth now, biting back a chuckle as your jaw drops, bouncing with excitement.

“oh that’ll make you a fortune!”

“all from your help, sweetheart.” that homely rumbly voice that belong to john b cuts through, a warm hand on your waist pulling you into his side. you melt into him, his body on yours always feeling like it could make you fall asleep. he smells like fresh water and embers from last nights camp fire— all warm and daddy-like.

neither of them let you forget how helpful you are later that night, a few drinks down in a shabby motel shack, sandwiched between the two of them, crying and gasping with a dick in each hole.

“f—full!” is all you can say, and the boys chuckle— albeit slightly awkwardly, their faces so close from the position on the bed. john b took your pussy, jj nasty as ever in your ass.

“the…good kind of full?” john b coo’s like none of it’s happening, a hand brushing your cheek. jj kisses the back of your head, letting out a breathy moan momentarily after.

“s—so good!”

“only the best for… goddamnit… only the best for our best girl, right john b?” jj’s barely holding it together.

“you’re damn right, jj. our good little helper.”

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[hissweetest]

boyfriend!john b is a biter!!! doesn’t matter if it’s during a make out or if you guys are just sitting in each others company. he will bite!!

you two were in the chateau on the couch. everyone seemed to be away today, but out of danger. so perfect opportunity to make out, right?

your hands connected at the back of his head while his hands cupped your cheeks. he was laying on top of you, slowly trailing his kisses away from your mouth and onto your neck. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fingers running through his hair.

you were lost in the utter bliss of the feeling. you didn’t know making out could actually feel good until you did it with john b. your thoughts were quickly drawn from your mind when you felt a slightly painful pinch followed by a wet kiss. you tilted your head back up and pushed his head up to meet your gaze.

“did you— did you just bite me?” your words came out through giggles. he didn’t answer for a moment, he kissed your jaw and hummed.

“maybe”

his tone was smug and it only made you wanna laugh more. you couldn’t tell if what he just did was cute or if you were just in the heat of the moment.

no, it was definitely cute. attractive, even. sloppy kisses began to pepper your skin again, the occasional pinch of his teeth and the soothe of his tongue after.

you were so obsessed with him it was insane. it kinda made you wanna bite him back.

[aleniaaa]

"Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader FLUFF&ANGST

summary: Maya Routledge decided to go to Rafe's party which leads to trouble | part one

a/n: hey guys part two is here lmk how you like it. this part has more fluff and angst. :** (kisses on y'all's foreheads)

When Rafe dropped me off a week after the events in Barbados, I still hadn’t heard from my brother. While this wasn’t uncommon, it felt like something was wrong. His entire gang had also been reported missing. So you can imagine my relief when they finally returned with news of supposedly discovering El Dorado. What shocked everyone in Kildare even more was the revelation that Ward hadn’t been dead all along. Unfortunately, he was now.

I hadn’t had a chance to offer my condolences to Rafe again since I hadn't seen him. I knew he was involved in some deal regarding the cross, but that was all I knew. My reunion with John B. was brief; he came home just to tell me he was alive before heading over to JJ’s place. Despite the rumors, none of them shared any information with me about the gold or anything else. I guess being stranded with them on an island for who knows how long wasn’t enough of a reason for them to share their secrets with me.

Out of the blue, I heard about a big party that Rafe was throwing at Tannyhill. I didn't expect that from him, especially since he was grieving. At first, I wasn't planning to go, mainly because I was a Pogue and also because I felt strange after our drunken sex. I wasn't sure how I would act around him, so I thought to myself, "Better to be safe than sorry." The day before the party, I received an unexpected DM during my shift.

From therafecam 7 minutes ago

Party @ mine tmrw 9pm. C u there?

The restaurant was packed, so I didn't have a chance to respond right away. This gave me some time to think. Did he really want to see me? He must have been thinking about me, but maybe I was reading too much into it; perhaps he had passed that message to everyone. That seems likely. Since I was younger, he might not have taken me seriously. Did he see me more as a sister, except for that one night? But maybe that was just the influence of alcohol. He was a friend—perhaps more of an acquaintance.

"What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself as I mustered up the courage to go ahead with my plans, determined to act casual.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The following evening, however, I found myself putting a little more thought into my appearance. I carefully selected a basic top and a short skirt, ensuring I had a jeans jacket on hand in case the weather turned chilly. Just as I was about to step out, John B. unexpectedly appeared, blocking my path.

"Where are you going?" he inquired, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, a mix of curiosity and annoyance evident on his face.

"To my friend's," I replied, deliberately avoiding his prying question.

"Which friend?" he persisted, his tone growing increasingly irritating.

"Why do you care?" I retorted, growing frustrated with his intrusion.

"Because I care. I asked you something," he snapped back, his voice now raised slightly.

"Jeez, get off my back," I snapped back, my patience wearing thin as I attempted to make my way towards the door.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like a hooker. Get changed," he declared, his words dripping with judgment and control.

"The fuck do you mean? I don't look like that. Get outta my way and fuck off," I pushed him aside, my determination to proceed with my plans fueling my defiance.

"Maya, I promise you, if you go out right now, you'll be in deep shit," he warned, his finger pointing directly at me, his voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration.

I shut the door and headed to the bus stop. Fifteen minutes later, I was at Tannyhill a little after 9:30.

When I went inside the smell of marihuana immediately hit my nostrils. Future was blasting on speakers and the crowd was either talking, drinking, or dancing. I recognized a few people from school, who graduated last year. I said hi to some of them and went into the living room.

I saw Rafe talking to a group of people but he instantly raised his gaze to my eyes. "Heyy May" He got up from the couch and hugged me. When he pulled away I saw him looking up and down my body. "Nice skirt. Good to see you."

"Thanks and good to see you too. My condolences. It's terrible what happened to your dad. I'm really sorry." I said more seriously.

"Thanks and you're right. Them fucking Pogues saw everything and didn't do anything." I saw something change in his eyes. A hint of rage. "But let's not talk about that. Come on I'll get you something to drink."

"Sure, thanks." We went to the kitchen and he poured me a cup of I don't know what. I took a sip. Not that bad.

"Sooo does your brother know you're here?" he asked and I couldn't exactly read his face.

"No way, he would freak out. He's really bossing himself around and it's fucking annoying." I took another sip.

"Yea yea I know whatcha mean. Rose was also overprotective when I was in high school. Always bothering me and checking what I'm doing. Thankfully she can't do shit now." he laughed, looking at me intensely. He wasn't sober for sure. I could see that he was already tipsy.

"Yea you know, it's not even that he's overprotective. He just wants to show everyone that he has control over me." I stared into the floor a bit irritated by the thought of my brother's behavior.

Rafe leaned onto the counter crossing his elbows and looking up at me. "And does he, May?" his tone was flirtatious and daring.

"Well if he did I wouldn't be here tonight. Would I?" I met his eyes and Jesus Christ it was hard to maintain eye contact. A big grin spread across his face as if to say 'that's what I wanted to hear'.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

The whole evening flew by very fast and after long conversations, we were sitting on balcony chairs, sharing a joint and looking at the stars. I felt good with the fact that Rafe spent time mainly with me. It quickly got people's attention but no one said anything. The silence was comfortable only disturbed with the sound of breathing.

His hand was resting on my thigh and gently massaging little circles. "I wanna kiss you, May." his voice sounded very sleepy and tired.

He studied my face waiting for a reaction. He then leaned in and took my chin, pulling me in. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he lightly kissed my lips. Not invasive but very intimate. Like a kiss between old lovers. I couldn't help but smile. He also smiled, chuckling at my excitement. I continued to gaze at the stars, feeling his warm hands.

I pulled out my phone to take a picture when I saw a bunch of messages and four missed calls from John B.

Message from: J-bird

where r u??? 10:43

pick up 11:02

maya I'm serious 11:03

r u okay?? 11:27

be back by midnight or else 11:35

"Fuck" I whispered under my nose, scrolling through notifications. I looked at the time. 28 minutes past midnight.

"What?" Rafe asked confused and stoned. He peeked at my phone and saw everything I was worried about. "Oh, shit. You're in trouble, May"

"You don't say?" I said sarcastically. I rubbed my forehead trying to think of what to do.

"Hey, it's gon be alright. Don't worry 'bout it. I can give you a lift if you want." he stroked my back slowly in a comforting manner.

"Aren't you too high to drive?" I raised an eyebrow, questioning.

"Nahh, I'm a great driver even after a joint. Besides we only had one for two. It's okay. Come on let's go." He got up and led the way. Most of the guests had already gone home so there were 10 people tops.

We got into his white Jeep Cherokee and started driving. "I had a really nice time. Thanks for the invite." I said a bit shy.

"Me too, May" I caught him staring at me.

"Look at the road, Rafe or you'll kill us and this beautiful car." I laughed and fixed my eyes outside my window. He just smiled and didn't say anything else.

When he parked on the side of the road, John B. must have heard it, because he was in the front of our house. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" he yelled at Rafe, ready to fight him.

"Whoa chill, dude." he raised his arms in defense. "I'm just dropping May off. It's a favor so say 'thank you.'" I rolled my eyes. I knew he wanted to piss him off just a little.

"Don't you fucking dare." he run up to us and I stood between them just in time.

"Okay, easy." I turned to Rafe and gave him a quick goodbye hug. "Thanks for everything." I said to Rafe.

My brother must have smelled something because he said "Are you seriously getting high with my sister?! And you're driving in this state?! You get close to her again and we'll fucking come for you!" He didn't stop yelling and I was sure the whole Cut had heard us.

"Stop, John B. Let's go." I said and saw Rafe getting in the car.

We went inside and I saw Sarah sitting in the living room. My brother of course had to tell her everything that happened. Not that she didn't hear that.

"Your brother is getting her fucking stoned. You understand it?! She's seventeen!" he continued.

"I'm eighteen in two weeks!" I said, trying to go to my room. He grabbed me by the sleeve of my jacket.

"I don't give a fuck. You and I are not done yet." By this time I've had enough of this shit. Thankfully Sarah jumped in.

"Let her go, Hun. It's late. We'll talk in the morning." he let go instantly.

I went to my room. Washed my makeup off and got in the shower. The entire time I was thinking about Rafe.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

watching s4 again bc it ate and just gonna say oh pope heyward they could never be you the fact that pope a black boy jumped a cop who had his gun out bc he saw his bf jj in danger but johnbkie couldnt didnt bat an eye for theirs yikes! I mean kie don’t care about JJ so this is on brand for her but johnb loves Sarah and did nothing

Like kie didnt even go to jj when johnb 🏃‍♂️to Sarah but jb not jumpin after S was eh! they could never be pope k1lled for Cleo almost k1lled rafe for kie n literally got himself almost k1lled for JJ as black boy in 🇺🇸 jumping a yt cop who had his gun out yet pope did that for jj!

there’s something about johnbkie seeing the people they love being in danger and doing nothing! Why they should’ve been the one to di*e instead of JJ bc wdym y’all ain’t doing shi*t to go after them even JJ went after Sarah and y’all just watching ur so called loved ones di*e! jj truly escaped(got free from her) bc that girl did not care one bit about him that’s why she just let him just get k1lled stabbe*d twice while she was just standing there watching doing nothing as Groff was literally twisting the🔪nor did she take him down or go after him but she never cared about JJ so it son brand!

Sure even rafe didn’t jump after his own sister but then again he did also let her starve so he really never cared for even if he is pretending now bc it his undeserving redemption arc he didn’t work for or earn and could never earn because he tried to kill her multiple times and worst of it all he jumped pope for no reason other him being black and that’s never gonna sit right with me then giving a racist a redemption arc bc girls on tktk ship him with kie and use her as their self insert

[bunniidollii]

full-length fics

rafe cameron

jj maybank

john b

drabbles

rafe cameron

jj maybank

john b

moodboards

ghostface!rafe

farmhand!johnb x farmersdaughter!reader

[yiiyiiwrites]

JJ Maybank x JohnB Older sister

Summary: JJ gives John B's older sister a ride to work at the hotel they both work out. Platonic ship :) no romance just cute. 1033words

She heard the bike rambling through the trees before JJ even came into view. The early morning air held a chill that she welcomed in the unbearable summer heat of the day. Her fingers tightened around her fraying bag strap as she tried to keep it from slipping off her shoulder.

JJ stopped at the edge of the chateau. He swiped his messy blonde hair back and smiled to her. "Morning, Smalls." His lips twitch at the nickname.

"We're going to be late." Is all she said, shouldering past the teen and walking to the motorbike and waiting for him to follow. She doesn't give him the satisfaction of seeing the smile gracing her face, it's wiped off the moment he rounds her.

Reaching behind him, JJ pulled out his cap from his pocket and placed it on her head. He tucked a few strands of her stray hair behind her ears and nodded to himself. "Know how you get about your hair being all knotty from the wind."

She clambered on behind JJ, not as graceful as his simple swing onto the seat. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders as she got comfortable and secured her bag on both of her own.

He repositioned her hold and wrapped them around his waist, her cheek pushing into his back. She linked her fingers together and held on as tight as she could. JJ's body shook with laughter, muscles shifting underneath his t-shirt, the squeak leaving her lips as he sped up. They were late after all.

The houses began to get few and far between, fences lining the streets with homes that were bigger than the stores on the pogues side. Not one thing out of place, she liked this time of the day. No one was quite yet up and she could breathe without worrying about the Kooks.

Some mornings it felt like longest ride but today it was like a blink of eye. JJ skidding to a halt at the back of the hotel, his movements stilled as he noticed the tight hold she still had on him. She took a deep breath and slipped away from his waist, her cheek peeling away from his thin shirt.

He waited for her to stumble off the bike, fingers twisting on her sleeve to hold her own balance. "Still not used to it." He chuckled. He swiped his hat from her head and shoved it back in his pocket.

"I really need to get a car." She mumbled, knowing full well she couldn't afford one and that she'd have to work something out with John B so she could use the twinkie a bit more. "But thanks JJ." She smiled up at him, eyes squinting in the sun.

"So." JJ said opening the door for her and falling in step with her down the corridor. "You think you've got time to press my shirt before we start?" He doesn't glance at her, but takes her bag from her shoulder and leads the way to the laundry room.

"Quit asking me JJ, I said I would if you gave me lift." She pushed him into the room, heat hitting them as soon as they entered. Every early shift she found herself doing the same whilst JJ unscrewed washing detergent and sniffed the bottles or messed with the buttons on the machine. She would have done it even if he hadn't asked her.

She handed him the crisp white shirt, he shrugged it on. She helped him button it, clock ticking in the corner as he rushed to clock in on time.

"Thanks, I knew I was your favourite." He called over his shoulder as he ran through the laundry room.

"No, it's definitely Kie." She yelled back.

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When she finished her shift after lunch, JJ is waiting for her outside. His white shirt creased and rolled up to his elbows and hat swiped backwards, his body leaning against his bike. He cupped the cigarette balancing between his lips and clicked his lighter, no flame sparking from the metal case.

"Are you waiting for me?" She interrupted his swearing and he glanced to her. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, uniform clinging to her frame from her shift. The downside of working in that part of the hotel was the heat, the upside no Kooks. Plus the added bonus of her doing her own laundry on her break.

JJ nodded, stuffing his lighter in his pocket and cigarette behind his ear. "Of course, Smalls." He positioned himself on the bike and kicked the stand down, patting the seat for her to join. "I just need to stop off and pick up some stuff for later." He glanced over his shoulder as she shuffled about, bag slung back over shoulders weighing her down.

"As long at you drop me home, I don't want to know what you guys get up to." She leaned into him, but tried not stick too close and become even hotter in the sun. Her hair scraped back out of her face since she arrived at the hotel.

She leant against the bike scrolling through her phone. JJ grabbing some stuff from Pope before they made their way back to the chateau.

JJ brought back a plastic bag of snacks, giving her one of her favourite ones before hanging bag from the handlebar. She'd always been fond of JJ, these small acts of kindness chipping away at her cold exterior. He seemed to bring out a more relaxed side of her.

They pull up at the chateau, battered shoes scuffing the gravel when she found stable land. She still couldn't get used to the ride no matter how JJ drove. "Thanks JJ." She patted his arm and trudged to the house, bag dropping to the floor as soon as she was through the door.

"Hey, we're going to..." John B appeared from his bedroom, beer can in hand and map in the other.

She held her hand up stopping him in his tracks. "I don't want to know." She closed her door and fell into her lumpy bed, face burying into her pillow. Least she had tomorrow morning off.

✨ Just a small fic inspired by my john B older sister headcanon - Yiiyii :) (not edited but also dyslexic so probably mistakes).