#John b x you

[ervotica]

as a fellow clumsy gal, i need john b in my life.

i just knowww that man is in tune with every one of your movements.

you're bounding round a corner too fast and john b sees the dip in the sidewalk before you do, his arms out and curling round your waist to redirect you with ease before calamity strikes.

he's the calm to your chaos, preempting every slip, soothing your frenetic rambles with a thick palm to your cheek, tucking your face snug against his shoulder as he coos to you in that low, placating voice.

when you get overstimulated - the group gets too loud, the lights are too bright and hurt your head, the material of your clothes makes you itch - he bundles you into the back of the twinkie and strips you bare from the waist up. he tugs his own tee over his head - looser on your frame and smelling like musk and sweat - and slips it onto your bare form, watching as you go lax and your posture slumps.

"attagirl. feel better now, pup?"

tying your shoelaces when you're too preoccupied wreaking havoc with jj to notice, forcing you to sit still long enough to check you over for hazards even as you bounce and fidget and bite your nails. you try to slip away a couple of times for fear of missing out on the action, only to be wrenched back down by means of his fingers twined round your ankle; yeah, your boyfriend is fucking strong.

whining when he traps you with a thick bicep round your neck and makes you sit, murmuring lowly in your ear until your brain starts to wind down and turn off, eyes growing heavy as you push closer into his arms.

you mewl sadly, calves winding around his own as you stretch lazily and tug at the hem of his shirt. he laughs good-naturedly and lets you herd him into bed like an overeager puppy.

his grip on you when he sleeps is like a vice; he has you locked tightly to his chest, a thick thigh wrapped over the backs of your legs to keep you pinned to him.

the rumble of his snores sends you right to sleep.

jombee🥺🥺🥺

[drewsephrry]

Drew Starkey with Chase Stokes and Kelsea Ballerini recently

[cameronsprincess]

Sharing is Caring — J.B x JJ x Reader

— summary: your boyfriends best friend is going through some shitty times, and John B. knows the best way to cheer him up.

— CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), some hair pulling, lots of praise.

— note: hehehehe hiii. soo i love writing rafe x jj x reader, but.. here’s jb x jj x reader bc why not😈 also, yes. yes i did use a pic of chase, rudy and madelyn… sue me. that’s not me saying reader is white, i just couldn’t find any other pics of two guys n a girl.

You always knew John B. and JJ shared everything. From food, to beds, to clothes. There was nothing those two didn’t share, except for you.

John B. had never been willing to let anyone else touch his girl… Until now.

You remember the conversation clearly, your boyfriend approaching you and saying, “Babe, JJ really needs us both.. He’s been going through it, a lot worse than usual..”

You remember not fully understanding what exactly John B. meant, but he’d made sure to be 100% clear with his intentions, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his plan before he brought it up to JJ.

And that’s what landed you here, JJ in your arms, tears running down his face as he kissed at the skin of your neck, whispering sweet words to you as you held him, letting him have his way with you while John B. sat behind you, arms protectively wrapped around your middle and stroking the skin of your bare stomach.

“Thank you, thank you both..” JJ whimpered, his lips kissing sloppily at your neck.

You shush him, running your fingers through his messy blond locks. “Shhh, you know we’re here for you, J. Always. Let’s take your mind off everything, yeah?”

He nods his head furiously, bright, teary blue eyes staring back at you as you slowly pull your white tank top over your head. His eyes automatically fall to your bra clad chest, soaking in your perfectly round breasts.

“She’s so pretty, JB.” JJ coos as one of his large palms cups at your tits, kneading the plump flesh softly.

John B. smirks, watching as his best friend toys with your perfect tits. “Yeah, I know. Enjoy it, she’s here to help you.”

JJ harshly yanks at the cups of your bra, pulling them down and letting your tits spring free. His fingers find your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth.

You moan softly, JJ’s lips sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple while John B’s hands trail down your sides and into your denim shorts. JB’s fingers push down and into your silk panties, finding your clit and toying with it, pulling another soft moan from you.

“Fuck, John B, need more, please.” you beg, bucking your hips upward.

John B’s lips land on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses up and down your arm and neck as his fingers rub through your slick pussy.

“Sound so pretty when you beg for me, mama. Let’s let JJ taste this sweet pussy though, you okay with that?”

You bite at your bottom lip, staring back at JJ as he lets your nipple fall from his lips. He’s breathing heavy, lips slightly parted as he eyes you cautiously. “You ain’t gotta let me if you don’t-” JJ begins, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.

“No, I want you to. Please, JJ. Please eat my pussy.”

JJ grins, pushing himself back and watching as John B slowly works the button and zipper of your shorts. JB slowly pushes the material down your legs, your panties going along with them, baring your soaked pussy to JJ who sucks in a sharp breath.

“Damnit. She’s so fucking wet, JB. You sure this is okay?”

John B nods his head slowly. “Course. We’re here to help you, JJ. Go on. She’s so fucking sweet.”

JJ cautiously settles between your legs. His large hands grip at your thighs, spreading them open wider for him as he lays on his stomach and dips his head down, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal.

A low hum of satisfaction fills the air, and you gasp when JJ leaves soft, slow kisses on your inner thighs. He works his mouth up the smooth flesh, sinking his teeth into the soft skin occasionally. When his mouth reaches your soaked core, he pauses, blue eyes looking up to find John B’s deep brown ones. John B. is busy toying with your hardened nipples, pausing his actions to meet his best friends stare, a small crease in his brow. “You good, Jay?” JB would ask.

JJ would nod his head, shaking the intrusion of thoughts that swarmed his head. John B. said it was fine, he needed to stop stressing that this would cause a strain on his friendship.

He dips his head back down, his tongue darting out to lick a long, hot stripe through your arousal slick folds. He curses under his breath at how fucking sweet you taste, “Fuck, she is so sweet.” He murmurs before diving in and devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

Your chest heaves up and down, fingers tightly gripping John B’s thigh as JJ licks, sucks and fingers your sensitive cunt. John B. slowly lifts your head from his lap, removing himself from his position on the bed. JJ halts his actions, two thick fingers shoved deep inside you while he warily eyes his best friend.

John B gives him a small grin, “Just gonna flip her over so I can fuck her pretty mouth.”

JJ pulls his fingers from inside you, shoving them in this mouth and licking them clean as he watches John B effortlessly flip you onto your stomach. John B lands a harsh slap on your bare ass cheek, “Ass in the air baby, let JJ make you cum while you choke on my dick.”

You quickly obey your boyfriend’s demand, shifting onto your knees and placing your ass up and in the air. JJ smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, ass swaying back and forth, waiting on his lips and tongue to reclaim their place on your swollen clit.

John B. quickly works his basketball shorts down his legs, boxers following closely behind. Your eyes watch intently as his long, hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from the tip. You’d never get over how big your boyfriend was.

John B. situates himself back on the bed, his hands gripping tightly at the back of your head and shoving your mouth down and on his cock. “That’s it, baby girl, choke on my dick. You know how I like it.”

You suck in a breath of air through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and begin sucking and licking every inch of your boyfriend’s length. You gag around him when the swollen head hits the back of your throat, but you quickly begin breathing through your nose and focusing on the pleasure JJ’s tongue was giving you once more.

The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and all three of your heavy breathing. Your pussy clenches around JJ’s fingers as he continues to finger you and suck fervently at your clit. “I- ‘m gonna cum, J, shit!”

You moan loudly around John B’s cock as the band snaps, an earth shattering orgasm rushing through you and soaking JJ’s tongue and fingers.

John B continues harshly thrusting himself in and out of your mouth while JJ continues to finger fuck your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit, pushing you to a point of overstimulation.

You feel John B’s cock swell inside your mouth, a few more harsh thrusts and a deathly tight grip on your hair, you feel his cock twitch before the warm, salty taste of his cum coats your tongue. You continue to suck him furiously, helping him ride out his high as JJ’s tongue and fingers work you toward your second orgasm.

“Fffffuck! Always know how to make me feel so good, princess. Such a good girl.” John B praises, stroking softly at your cheek with his fingers.

You let out one final moan as JJ has you coming undone around his fingers again before pulling them from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fall limp in John B’s lap, allowing him to softly stroke your bare back.

“Thank y’all… I feel.. A lot better.” JJ says softly.

John B smiles at him, nodding his head once. “Of course, you know we’re always here for you man.”

You let out a hum of agreement, your eyes fluttering shut, the sound of your boyfriend and his best friend conversing the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

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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.

[cameronsbabydoll]

Omg for bimbo reader, you should make a chapter where she realises that they actually don’t care and that they’re making fun of her. I’d love to see how she’d react!

first of all i must say i had so much fun writing about her especially with the pogue boys!!!!! but here’s a little something on how i think she’d react! (warning it’s angsty)

it would definitely take her a while to figure it out. she’s just so earnest—so fully convinced that jj and john b genuinely want her fashion advice, that they actually think pope is a “mysterious, broody love interest,” that they’re just as excited about color palettes and outfit aesthetics as she is.

for a while, she’s just living her best life, completely unaware that they’re teasing her. she probably even starts texting them fashion inspo, sending mood boards, maybe even offering to take them shopping and to pay for it all.

and the pogues? they let it happen. because they truly think it’s hilarious.

but then, over time, she starts picking up on little things.

like how jj and john b keep exchanging looks when she talks. or how pope keeps groaning whenever she gets excited. or how, whenever she leaves the room, jj and john b immediately crack up.

at first, she brushes it off—because why would they be making fun of her? they loveeeee her ideas!

but then, maybe one day, she overhears something.

like jj laughing to pope and going, "dude, your little barbie tutor is actually unreal. i can’t believe she thought we were serious about the makeover thing."

or john b chuckling, "bro, she still thinks pope is ‘dark academia’—like, she actually believes it."

and it hits her.

all the times they hyped her up, all the times they let her ramble about fashion and vogue and aesthetics—they weren’t laughing with her.

they were laughing at her.

and that stings.

i think at first, she’d just be quiet. maybe she’d fake a little laugh, pretend she totally knew they were joking the whole time, and then just leave.

but later?

that’s when it really sinks in.

because she thought they liked her. she thought they were her friends.

and then? she avoids them.

stops texting, stops showing up, stops tutoring pope.

and maybe—just maybe—pope is relieved at first. But then jj and john b are like, "wait… did we actually hurt her feelings?"

and that’s when it stops being funny.

[webbluvrsugar]

Request for John b (obx): reader has a date. John b (your step brother) gets jealous and possessive

stepbro!johnb punishing you after a date.

cw: stepcest

You have no idea what you did that wrong for you to be in this situation. John B has one hand holding both your legs up by your knees, you’re laying against his chest, your back flush with his chest, your panties discarded somewhere on the floor while his big large hand hovers over your cunt.

In your opinion, what you did was normal of any girl your age, you just went on a date with a random guy you found cute at one of Rafe’s parties, but apparently not because your stepbrother, John B, doesn’t think so and he made sure you knew how angry he is.

“See, I — I shouldn’t even be doing this but..” he swallows, watching the way you squirm when he delivers a pointed slap to your clit. “But y’re my little sis so I gotta keep you on check, yeah, sweets?” His voice is low and comforting, it contrasts to the brutal feeling of each spank.

Now, John B is till very new to this, he’s new to living on the kook side of outerbanks and adjusting to your family has been hard, especially when you make him hard all the time when walking around your house with those frilly clothes of yours, with the way you answer him, the way you smile and bite down on your lip, the way you bluntly flirt with him.

“Johnbeee.” You whimper, trying to wiggle your lips and escape your punishment, he’s been denying you your orgasms, always apologising afterwards, saying you can take it.

“I know, I know, just sit there ‘n take your punishment.” He whispers, one hand caressing your jaw. “Not my fault you had to go with that fucking kook.”

He whispers, one finger rolling your pearl slowly before he gives you another spank, this time on your thigh, you whimper and throw your head back, tears forming at your eyes.

“You see, now you know,” he pauses, sliding a finger in. “I’m eeeeeverything you need.”

He thrusts in and out, roughly.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” You nod, bury your head on his arm.

“No need for a dumb boy.”

[maybanksangel]

“you’re so pretty” okay then carry a mini polaroid pic of me inside your wallet.

[sexilene]

MORE 80s SLASHER JOHN B!! PLEASE I BEG

YESSS OFC!!! (sorry about any misspellings, ignore em lol!)

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - pinv, slight gaslighting, violence, death, spanking, drowning, dark!john b but also kinda sweet john b in a concerning way lol- ₊˚⊹

john b watched you from afar, sitting on a picnic table in the shade making yarn bracelets with some of the kids in his group, his eyes never leaving your figure for more than a few seconds. you were chatting away with one of the other counselors and a few of the little girls in your group. the little girls were teasing you and the guy, richie, by asking if you were boyfriend and girlfriend and to "kissss" each other.

"no way am i kissin' him! i happen to think that boys are pretty gross don't you think?" you smile playfully, placing your hands on your hips.

"awwe come on! i'm not gross am i?" richie pretends to be offended and places his hand over his heart, making the little girls giggle.

"mm hmm, you sure are!"

you squeal when richie suddenly lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards the shore of lake like he's going to throw you in. john b decides that's enough and jogs over before richie can throw you in. 

"hey man, put her down…wouldn't want any accidents right? the nearest emergency room isn't for a few miles, and the camp hasn't got the best first aid." john b warns, squinting his eyes and tilting his head, almost like he's implying something else.

"we were just kiddin' around johnny!" richie laughs as he sets you down, your feet touching the sand again.  john b clenches his jaw at the nickname and nods like he understands.

"s'alright johnbee, got him just in time!" you smile, trying to relieve the tension between the clearly upset brunette and the cocky red head.

"alright girls! how about we go see if we can use the finger paints now?" you ask the group of little girls who nod and agree, two of the girls taking your hands and leading you back up the hill, leaving john b and richie there.

the next morning, the older kid group and their counselor decide to use the canoes for a morning activity. as they make it out onto the lake one of the kid's ores smacks against something causing all the kids to look at the water. the boy in the front then points to the object, yelling out a loud "HOLY SHIT!". there, floating face up, is richie's blue, dead body, with some froth present around his nostrils and mouth. 

you stand outside with the other counselors in pajamas after keeping all the kids away from the area and doing activities elsewhere. the paramedics take richie away in a body bag and your heart sinks, john b stands behind you, the warmth of his body and just the smell of him somehow calming you down a bit.

"what do you think could have happened to him?" you look up at john b with wide teary puppy eyes, worried he might have something to do with it since the…incident. 

"i dunno sweetheart, he must have gone out for a late night swim, probably accidentally drowned…" he wraps his arm around your front and you bring your hand up to place over his.

"let's hope we can get through the summer without the parents pulling their kids out," he whispers. 

"johnbee?"

"hmm?"

"you didn't- you know…" he just sighs and attempts to pull you back into his embrace, but you won't get any closer until he answers your question. when he only looks at you and doesn't say a word you start to walk away from him, and back to your cabin, confused and frustrated. but of course that doesn't go well with him, he won't tolerate you walking away from him like that, so he follows you and enters your cabin room behind you and shuts the door.

"lisetn to me, hey hey, look at me. i know you might still be a little scared of me but you don't need to be. okay?" he starts off gently, trying to level with you as calmly as he can be.

"ohkay…" you sigh and turn to look at him, you really don't want to have this conversation with him right now after being overwhelmed with so many things happening at once.

"i'd never do anything to hurt you, m'just trying to keep you safe that's all."

"i know…" you whisper

"good. that's why i do the things i do…i have a responsibility to watch out for these kids and when i think someone is dangerous then-"

"i don't want to hear you say it…" you interrupt him and shake your head with tears springing at your waterline. john b knows how you get when you feel conflicted or rather overwhelmed, he's seen it before when you get stressed while dealing with the kids.

"okay, alright…hey c'mere," he pulls you into a hug, his bulky body effectively enveloping you as you press your cheek to his chest.

"you really scared me that night-"

"didn't mean to bub, i promise not to do that again." he sighs, shaking his head though you can't see him.

"i really liked you."

"liked?"

"i- still do, s'just that-" you ramble.

"hey hey stop, breaaathe…breathe for me. let's do something okay? something to calm you down a little, y'gonna let me do that for you?" he soothes, bending down to meet your teary eyes. the minute you make eye contact with him you nod.

"words." he chides, needing to hear you confirm that you wanted it.

"yes, yes john b.." you whisper shyly.

"'m gonna take these off, aaand these pretty panties," he whispers gently, taking you through what he is currently doing. sliding down your little pink sleep shorts and white cotton panties, the fabrics pooling around your feet. john b then takes off his loose-fitted cropped sleep shirt and tosses it to the side, nodding his head over to your bed. he takes your hand and guides you over, taking a seat and lifting you up onto his meaty thigh.

"just gonna sit you on it and its gonna relax you alright?"

"its not gonna fit,"

"fit last time." he laughs through his nose and pulls himself out of his plaid pajama pants, you looked down at his dick, much bigger than you remembered and your cunt already began to clench around nothing. picking you up like nothing, you wrap your arms around his neck, john b impales your drippy wet cunt on his huge cock. the stretch making your eyes roll back momentarily and muffle you your cries on the skin between his shoulder and neck

"shshsh, its in, its in…" he coos, rubbing your back. "just turn your brain off bubba."

as soon as he can feel that you've relaxed and adjusted to his size he starts to move your hips back in forth with a gentle grip of his huge hands.

"i did kill riche, i had to do it to protect you baby…it's my job." you mewl at his confession and clench around his dick, earning a low groan out of him. he knew you wouldn't really register what he was telling you but at least he wouldn't feel guilty since he did just tell you the truth.

"jus' don't want you to hurt me," you whine.

"never, never…love you so much," he assures you, now using his strength to bounce you up and down slightly.

"don't gotta think about anything bub, just let me do all the work." he looks down and the bulge that presses against your lower stomach, making him hiss and squeeze the meat of your ass roughly.

"reall-really like you jombee…" you cry, tangling your fingers into the back of his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded as he bounces you on his fat cock.

"need to hear you say you love me, baby." he grunts, smacking your ass cheek harshly.

"love you, love you somuch, i really wanna cum please!" you squeal as he continues to use your sloppy wet pussy.

"i know bub, whenever you want, m'right there." john b stops bouncing you and lets you sink back down on him fully, then presses his thumb down hard on your clit. you mewl out pathetically as you cum and pulse all over him until he fills you up from just feeling you cum on him.

"fuck, so pretty, my pretty puppy." he smiles and presses a wet kiss to your cheek and wipes away the tears that happen to fall down your face.

"y'feel better now? hmm?"

"mm hmm…" still seated on him, leaking cum around the base of his dick, you hazily drop your cheek on his shoulder.

[avenging-fandoms]

The Beach - John B Routledge

Summary: You're new to the Pogues, you've been with them for over a year. Sarah and John B have been broken up for a little bit after he found out she cheated, and you hadn't had a boyfriend since you left Rafe on the boat. He takes you and his friends to the beach- only to run into your ex and his friends. One can only imagine when the Kooks and Pogues clash again.

Content warning: Violence, mentions of kidnapping and drugging.

Word count: 2,840

hi hi hi! look a little different? i wanted to umph up my writings and i feel very proud currently. i've quit writing on here a lot but i should just stop posting about it because i end up getting a new fixation or one comes back and i start writing again

this one is a bit long, i got a little carried away. i just love john b and feel he's so underrated

so hi or hello again! i can't wait to hear all your ideas!

please like and reblog!!

(divider credit: @enchanthings )

“The waves are gorgeous today, you comin’?” John B holds onto the doorframe as he leans in your room. You close your book a bit, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t surf, John B. But I’d love to watch you surf.” You smile softly and put your bookmark in, standing up and stretching after spending a few hours in your bed.

John B took in every inch of you as you lean your head back. Cold air sucks through his teeth slowly as his eyes watch your muscles tighten on your stomach, your arms above your head, listening to the soft grunts and whimpers you make.

John B clears his throat, blinking a few times. “Right, uh, I’ll-we’ll be in the Twinkie.” You stand up straight and nod, turning away from him. John B turns quickly on his heels and sighs, running a hand through his hair and heading outside.

JJ is tying the last board to the top of the van when you come out of the house in your bikini and one of John B’s button ups. Kiara spots you first and smirks, nudging JJ who whistles. Sarah rolls her eyes.

You hop in behind the driver’s seat, pushing your sunglasses on your head and putting your bag between your feet. “I packed a few snacks, I didn’t know if there was a cooler or anything but I didn’t want you guys to get hungry.” You smile softly at the Pouges and they all thank you, JJ offering a beer in return, which you decline. You did share his joint with him.

The Pogues found you on the boat where they were saving their friend Sarah, John B’s girlfriend at the time. Rafe had taken you on board as his girlfriend-hostage. You told him you didn’t want to go but Rose gave you and Sarah a tea to make you sleepy, and Rafe hated himself for it.. for a few weeks.

The Pogues didn’t know you and you didn’t know them, but they couldn’t leave you behind. You jumped in the water and John B pulled you into their boat, making sure you were okay before speeding away.

It was awkward the first few days. You didn’t say much and they didn’t try to initiate conversation- except for John B.

No matter if you were sitting by yourself, he made sure to go over and make sure you felt included. He’d bring you over to the group if they were playing a game, and when they played 21 questions, you opened up to them a bit more.

You were still hesitant around them, not speaking up when someone asks what they should do or telling someone they’re wrong. You were new and didn’t feel like you had a right to speak up, as you weren’t technically a Pogue.

John B parks on the beach and you smile, dropping your sunglasses on your nose and stepping onto the warm sand with a relaxed groan, arms out wide as you soak in the sun.

His ears perk up and the hair on his neck tickles him, making him rub it aggressively. His eyes move to his side mirror, watching his shirt blow in the wind on you, exposing your whole torso.

“Are you gonna make a move or are you just going to keep staring at her creepily?” JJ teases and John B pushes his friend’s head. They hop out and help the others pull the boards down.

As you reach up to help bring the last one down, you hear engines roaring behind you. Topper’s car comes into view and you gasp softly, knowing Rafe was most likely behind him.

John B notices your shaky fingers and grabs your hands, pushing his thumb in the hair tie around your wrist. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You look at him and nod, your face turning white as you watch Rafe open his door and step out, eyes on you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” You nod and John B hugs you tightly, trying to correct your nerves.

“Pretty sure that’s Rafe’s girl you’re feeling up. Do you have a thing for sloppy seconds?” Topper laughs as he stands in the middle of the Kooks and Pogues.

John B’s jaw clenches and he starts to walk over. “John B.. hey, hey! You can’t fight, no fighting, please.” You beg, gripping his forearm. He looks at your hand then back in your eyes, nodding.

He meets up with Topper and you couldn’t watch. You were afraid a fight was going to start, and Rafe couldn’t stop staring at you and you could feel it.

John B eventually came back over with a sour look on his face, grabbing his board and sticking it in the sand to pull off his shirt. He looks at you and you catch it, John B giving you a soft smile.

You find a spot for your towel where you were blocked from Rafe’s view but you could still see every part of the ocean. You planned on reading your book, but you couldn’t when John B was surfing perfectly.

Your chin rests in your hands with your elbows on your knees as you watch the boys in the water. JJ and Topper surf next to each other only to have Topper wipe completely out, resulting in you folding over in laughter at him.

John B and JJ take a rest in the water so you take the opportunity to pull out your book. Before you could get through the page, you hear a knock on the Twinkie.

“Yn.” Rafe smiles softly and you stand up quickly, glancing over at the ocean where John B had his back turned.

“Rafe.. I don’t.. I don’t want to talk to you.” You wrap your arms around yourself to calm yourself but it doesn’t work. Every Pogue was in the ocean. The Kooks’ view was blocked. No one was paying attention.

Rafe takes a step closer and you take a big one back. “Yn.. I just want to apologize for what I did to you.” His voice sounds sincere but his eyes tell a different story. You knew Rafe, he couldn’t be sympathetic. He was just like his father, how Rafe always wanted to be.

“Rafe, please..” your voice trails to a whisper, pleading him to leave you alone with your fingers lacing together. John B turns around to check on you, and does a double take when he sees Rafe and you slowly stepping back.

“Shit. JJ, let’s go!” The two paddle back to shore, leaving their boards in the sand by the water as they run over to you. John B stands in front of you and JJ stands in front of him.

“The fuck are you doing over here, Rafe?” John B darkens his eyes and he pushes you behind him. You were sure John B could feel your heartbeat on his back. Your nose touches his shoulder blade, peeking your eyes over his shoulder.

"Oh, I just wanted to talk to Yn, John B. Is there a problem with me talking to my girlfriend?" Your stomach starts to spin. John B clenches his fists.

"I'm pretty sure she stopped being girlfriend when you had your step mommy drug her and you kidnapped her." JJ spits and you smile softly at him defending you too.

"Yn, I really am sorry." Rafe steps forward again and John B puts an arm around you from behind him, his hand on your ribs as he pulls you into his salty back.

"You need to go, Rafe," John B's fingers grip his shirt on your body, your cheek pressing against his back where his heartbeat drums loudly in your ear. "Now."

"Scurry on back to your Kooks, don't worry about Yn, you have a girl over there." JJ shoos his hand and Rafe backs away, trying to get a look at you again.

"I'll see you around Yn!" Rafe shouts as he passes the twinkie.

"No you won't, Rafe!" John B yells back.

You try everything to keep the tears from falling but your hands cover your eyes as you begin to shake. "Hey, hey, hey!" John B catches you and holds you tightly close to him as you cry. He sits you both down on your towel slowly.

"How could he think that was okay?" You weep, leaning into John B's shoulder. He sighs and shakes his head, rubbing your arm to help calm your sobs. "Sometimes I just wanna.." You fist a pile of sand, clenching it tightly before letting the particles fall through your fingers.

"Hit him?" John B chuckles and the look you gave him made him stop. He hadn't seen a look like this from you before. "Kill him."

"I feel like I could finally breathe if he wasn't here.” You sigh and John B clears his throat and you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, that sounded crazy.” John B starts to laugh too, shaking your body against his with his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t say I blame you, honestly.” You two finally look at each other and a soft gasp catches in your throat, your faces close to one another. “He never deserved you."

John B's hand squeezes your shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as he looks at your lips. You lean in slowly only to gasp excitedly and turn John B's head with your hand holding his chin. "It's a hatch!"

You pull him up with you, calling the others over. Kiara squats next to you as you watch them scurry to the sea, JJ and John B making a path for them.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe was climbing into the driver's seat of his car, starting the engine and revving it. You and John B talk to the turtles as they push through the heavy sand, Kiara taking notice of Rafe in the car. "Hey, stop! There's a hatch!"

You turn around and hear the rev, eyes widening as you look between the turtles and the car. You race to the twinkie, hurrying to find anything that could stop Rafe from killing any of these turtles.

Kiara frantically waves her arms and shouts. JJ and John B are trying to get the turtles to move faster without disturbing nature. You, however, found an old metal baseball bat.

Fuck no fighting, fuck staying quiet, fuck being scared. It was your turn to be scary.

You grip the baseball bat tight in your palms, knuckles turning white when Rafe's car comes into view. You stand in his path, running towards him as he drives and slamming the baseball bat into his windshield.

Glass shatters in his lap and on the hood, a piece cutting your cheek. He brakes aggressively and you don't stop swinging. Sideview mirrors, headlights, tail lights, windows, everything.

"Fuck! You!" You yell over and over, Rafe watching with his hands on his head. "What? Were you gonna try and kill me again, huh?! Did you tell those Kook cunts how you drugged and kidnapped me, or are you still trying to portray yourself as a 'good guy' just like your dad?" You scream as you continue to shatter his back windshield.

"Yn, stop!" JJ grabs the bat with one hand and wraps an arm around your waist, puling you away with John B taking the bat.

"Expect a visit from Shoupe." Rafe smirks.

"Hope your buddies didn't catch me saying you kidnapped and drugged me or you should expect one from Shoupe too!" You yell, Rafe looking at all his friends recording and his smirk drops as well as the color in his face.

JJ carries you all the way over to the Twinkie and puts you inside, pointing his finger at you. "You're in timeout." You snicker and lay back against the floor, covering your eyes with your arms.

You couldn't believe how quickly your mood flipped. But the threat of killing baby turtles sent you over the edge. You sit up and lean out of the van, watching the last few turtles become one with the sea. John B comes over with his board and reaches up to put it on top of his van. You back up slowly to sit against the seats and stare at his body stretching in front of you.

He stands flat on his feet and you look at your nails before he could catch you staring. He helps put the other ones on top and you glance every now and then at his v-line. Everyone eventually gets back in and the drive home is quiet, and you felt at fault.

You wanted to find your place in this wonderful group of friends but you fear you just ruined it. The twinkie squeals to a stop and you're the first one out of the van. John B watches you run into the house, a sigh escaping his nose as his eyelashes flutter.

Everyone disperses elsewhere and John B follows you in to your room. Your door was cracked a bit, John B peeking his eye in to see you laying on your side with a pillow over your head, bandaid on your cheek. He knocks softly to make his presence known but the squeaky hinges did it for him.

You didn't budge. He sat next to you on your bed, looking at the closed door before laying next to you with his back on yours. You two lay like that for a while, just passing breaths back and forth. You could hear JJ and Kiara laughing together outside through your window.

Finally, you roll on your back and stare at the ceiling, studying the popcorn divots in it. John B lays on his left side, hand holding up his head as he looks at you.

He watches your eyelashes as you blink, the twitch of your lips, studying every freckle. You purse your lips softly and he can't stop staring. The tip of your tongue pokes out slightly to wet your lips and you deeply sigh and close your eyes.

John B lifts his hand, using the smallest tip of his finger to trace down your nose, exhaling as he drags. He does it again but to your eyebrows. Your lips part just a bit and finger brushes over the delicate skin.

"He never deserved you." His voice was barely a whisper when his finger traces your jaw, his words from earlier filling the air. You open your eyes, John B's face hovering near yours.

You move closer to him, fully under him now. Your hand pushes back the hair that falls in front of his eyes and you drown in the color. "But he did deserve the bat to the car." You wink and he laughs. His smile slowly drops and he's back to staring intently at you. "Are you ever going to kiss me?" You whisper, a rumble of a laugh coming from John B's throat before pressing his lips softly to yours.

Your arm wraps around his neck and you pull his weight on top of you, his hand holding his body up a bit as his lips move perfectly against yours. Your fingers grip his hair, your right hand pushing down his back and scratching up softly, John B pulling back while biting your lip with a soft groan.

"I've been wanted to do that for so long." He kisses your cheek and jaw, your arms tightening around him to bring him into a hug. "I'm so happy you jumped off that boat, Yn."

"Me fucking too." You kiss his chest and he falls next to you on the other side of you now, the both of you on your sides as you look at each other. "Do you think Sarah's going to be annoyed?"

"I honestly really don't care what Sarah thinks." He pecks your nose. "I've been dreaming about this day since I saw you reading on the hammock a while ago." He blinks a few times as if he was reliving it all over again. "You were always reading, you still are. You still weren't really talking a lot but you started to, even after all that shit in Barbados." He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest.

"I know, I just.. I was new, I still am. I don't want to say something and then you guys get mad because I'm not a Pogue."

"You are most certainly a Pogue now." He kisses you a few times before continuing his story. "I remember it was sundown, you love to read and watch the sunset. But I remember this time, you weren't reading, you were nodding off. The book kept falling forward and it eventually fell on your chest. You just looked so peaceful." He wasn't looking at you when he told this story, but out the window to the hammock.

"Sarah is such a fucking idiot." You breathe before kissing him again, rolling on top of him with your hands on his chest. "She didn't deserve you."

"Those fucking Camerons, they have no idea what they’re missing."

“Sucks for them.” You smirk, kissing him again and holding his neck as you deepen the kiss, John B’s fingers tangled in your hair.

[coco-cinnamon]

Call Me Daddy

୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, bondage, daddy kink, spanking, slight choking kink, oral sex (male receiving), p in v, sexual content, unprotected sex, 18+ MDNI.

୨୧ Pairings: John B Routledge x Fox!Reader.

୨୧ Summary: In which Y/N and John B come back from being out on the marsh with their friends all day but, while they were out with their friends, Y/N had been teasing John B and being bratty the whole time so when they come back to the chateau, John B decides to take care of Y/N attitude.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.6k+ Words.

©coco-cinnamon 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You walked into The Chateau, John B following closely behind you. "Well, today was fun, wasn't it?" You asked with a smile as you turned around to look at your boyfriend but you smile quickly faded when you saw the look on his face. "Baby, are you okay?" You asked softly as you slowly walked up to him. You went to cup his face with your hands but before you could, he wrapped a hand around your throat, earing a gasp out of you.

"What the hell were you doing out there today?" John B asked, his tone darker than usual. "What are you talking about?" You asked breathlessly, the hand around your throat turning you on even more. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs at this new side of John B. "You know damn well what I am talking about, Y/N." He growled quietly. "You have two options, you can either tell me why you did it right now." He said as he watched your expression change. "Or if you don't tell me, I'll just take you over my lap and spank you anyways." He said before smirking when he saw your eyes widen.

But you still couldn't be bothered to tell him the truth. You knew that he knew why you were doing it, the reason was obvious. But he wanted you to admit it to him but, for some reason you would rather the second option. You stood there in front of him as you squeezed your thighs together, staying silent. John B looked down to your thighs before looking back up at you. "That turned on already baby?" He asked with a smirk before letting go of your throat. Before you could respond, he threw you over his shoulder and carried you to his bedroom.

You squeaked when he threw you over his shoulder. Once you were in his bedroom, he set you down on the ground before sitting down on the edge of his bed and pulling you over to him so he could lay you across his knee. Your whole body jumped when you felt the first harsh smack hit your ass. Before you could even say anything, another harsh slap landed on your ass. "I- John B-" You gasped but before you could finish your sentence, he fisted your hair, pulling your head up so you were looking at him.

"That's not the proper name to use for me, babygirl." He said with a growl before planting another harsh slap on your ass. You yelped as he did so before he pulled on your hair a little more. "Use the proper name, baby." He said as he waited for your response, his hand finally stopping it's assault on your ass. "I- I'm sorry, daddy.." You whimpered and looked up at him innocently. "Good girl." He said before giving your ass one last harsh slap and then gently kneaded the now reddened flesh. You sighed as he did so, the feeling easing the stinging sensation.

"Get on your knees, now." John B said as he let go of your hair. You scalp was a little sore from him pulling on your hair but you got down on your knees like he asked you to. You looked up at him, waiting for his next request. "Well, what are you waiting for? Take them off." He said as his head motioned to his swim trunks. Your hands rubbed up his legs and thighs before the reached the hem on his swim trunks. Your delicate fingers wrapped around the hem before you slowly pulled them down until they pooled around his ankles.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock before flattening your tongue on his shaft, licking a long strip up the shaft before reaching the tip. You licked the precum off his cock before taking just the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as your hand began to stroke his dick. His head fell back as he moaned out. You pulled yourself off, making a 'pop' sound as you pulled your mouth off the tip of his cock. You licked up his dick a second time but this time when you reached the top again, you began to take him into your mouth. John B's hand tangled into your hair as you took him deeper.

You bobbed your head as you sucked his cock, hollowing your cheeks so you could take more of him. You eventually managed to take all of him down your throat, your nose brushing against his pelvis. You then slowly pulled yourself off but, before you could take him in your mouth again, John B stopped you. You looked up at him confused, tilting your head. "Fuck baby. As much as I love you taking me like that, I want to cum inside of you." He said, causing your thighs to squeeze once again. He smirked when he saw you clench your thighs. "Seems like you like that idea too, don't you?" He asked as he moved some hair out of your face.

"Yes daddy." You said softly as you bit your lip. He pulled you up before removing your bikini, tossing it somewhere onto the floor. After he removed your bikini, he laid you down on the bed so you were laying on your stomach. As you laid there, you felt him take your hands and put them behind your back before feeling cool metal against your skin, the soft clicking sound confirming to you that you were being cuffed. John B grabbed your legs before positioning them so you were positioned in downward dog, your cheek pressed up against the pillow.

He rubbed his hard cock through your folds a few times before positioning behind you. He pushed into your slowly, the feeling of being stretched out causing you to moan quietly. Once he bottomed out of you, he began to fuck you roughly. You gasped at the feeling, your hands grabbing at chain that linked the two cuffs together. "Fuck daddy-" You moaned as he continued to pound into your pussy. He placed one hand on your hip as he fucked you, the other hand coming around to wrap around the delicate column of your throat.

"So, have you learned your lesson, princess?" He asked as he continued his brutal pace. Tears prickled at your eyes from how intense the pleasure was. You nodded as you moaned out. His hand tightened around your throat a little bit as he came down close to your ear as he continued to fuck you. "Say it, what did you learn?" He asked as he gently bit your earlobe. "N- not to tease daddy- oh fuck-" You sentence was cut off by another moan as he picked up the pace, slapping your ass as he did so. "And will you do it again?" He asked as his cock began to hit your g-spot.

You just moaned, too cock drunk to answer his question. He slowed down his pace to an agonizingly slow pace but before you could complain about it, he slapped your ass harshly. "I fucking asked you a question. Answer me." He said as he slapped your ass once more. "Will you do it again?" He growled. "N- no, I promise I won't do it again, daddy." You moaned. "Good girl." He said before resuming his fast pace. You moaned out loudly as he fucked you mercilessly. You felt that familiar knot tightening in your stomach as he fucked you.

"Fuck- daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned. "Please let me cum daddy, I'll be a good girl for you I promise-" You moaned as you felt your orgasm approaching. He chuckled darkly. "Fuck baby, I didn't even have to tell you to beg and yet you did it. You must be pretty desperate to cum, huh?" He asked with a smirk. "P- Please, please let me cum daddy!" You moaned, trying your best to hold your orgasm until he gave you permission to let go.

"Come on, cum for me princess." He said as he landed once last slap onto your ass, picking up the pace afterwards. A scream tore through your throat as your whole body trembled from the orgasm that was crashing into you. You saw starts as you came all over his cock. He fucked you for another minute or two before coming inside of you, painting your walls white. He pulled out of you before releasing your hands from the cuffs. He tossed them aside before laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms gently.

You smiled and nuzzled his neck softly. "I love you, JB.." You said tiredly into his neck. "I love you too, Y/N." He said with a smile as he kissed the top of your head gently. You dozed off in his arms before he eventually fell asleep with you, the two of you snuggled up together in a blissful slumber.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[goldenroutledge]

nose dive

pairing: john b. routledge x kook!fem!reader

word count: 3.0k

summary: in which john b is running from trouble and comes knocking at your door, rekindling a forgotten spark between you

warning(s): canon events, blood, being chased, slowburn ?, fluff

john b. routledge masterlist

Figure 8. Also known as uncharted territory for John Booker Routledge, whose reputation only worsened with time. Years ago, Big John’s disappearance– then surprise reappearance– seemed to set off John B’s domino effect of bad luck. Being caught up in the gun incident at the break and consequently being fired by Ward Cameron, being involved in a dispute with Barry, formerly on trial for killing the town’s sheriff in cold blood… not the cleanest track record in the eyes of the people he wanted nothing more than to get away from.

Only a few people might’ve topped that list. The mercenaries were lurking around the island like hungry crocs waiting in water, keeping a close eye on John B’s friend group and their treasure hunting pursuits. The one guy in particular, tall and built with brown hair and a dark look he couldn’t shake, had all the pogues walking on eggshells and looking over their shoulders constantly.

Right now, John B wishes he could spare a second to look over his shoulder, as he sprints down the road as fast as his feet will take him. Dirt turns into gravel before it turns into a paved road with beautiful homes on either side of them. He pants, painfully so, a deep scrape on his abdomen turning an angry red from a fence he just had to climb over. He doesn’t remember accidentally cutting himself on it, but the dampness though his shirt tells a different story.

The scenery around him begins to change the further he goes, letting him know that he’s not on the Cut anymore. Just when he wants to stop, having nowhere else to go, he recognizes the familiar knockout rose bushes near the curb of the driveway ahead. Your driveway.

Maybe it wasn’t the best scenario, but this was his only option at the moment. You two were acquainted, meeting last spring when he did some jobs for your family, preparing the pool for summer and what not. The two of you hit it off surprisingly, but John B stopped coming around as quickly as he started. It was slightly disappointing for you, but as you saw it, he probably wasn’t interested in you anyway. If anything, he flirted with you for the tips.

Though there was never an official hello or goodbye between you two. You could either slam the door in his face or not answer at all, maybe you weren’t even home. It was worth a shot in any case.

John B can’t hear footsteps chasing after him anymore, he’s pretty sure he’s lost the guy. But making the assumption that he’s safe is a luxury he can’t afford. With a fisted hand he knocks on the wooden door and rings the doorbell once for good measure.

You swore you were hearing things until the doorbell sounded, leaving you to sigh and place your bookmark between the pages that you just barely started reading. With no patience to check who was behind the door or bother to yell out “Who is it?”, you swung it open.

“John B? What are you doing here?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as your eyes land on him, leaning up against your home on an extended arm as he pants to catch his breath. To say this was the last person you expected to see on a random Tuesday afternoon would be an understatement.

“Do you mind if I come in? Please?” He answers breathlessly, golden brown eyes meeting yours with a pleading look.

“Sure, come in.” You open the door wider for him to enter, examining his disheveled appearance. Patches of dirt, grass, and even some blood stains covered his loosened button up, making you wonder what on Earth could have led him to your front doorstep. “Are you… okay?”

John B doesn’t waste time, entering your home and plopping down on the leather sofa with a sigh, running a hand over his face and then through his hair. You were close behind, sitting beside him as you held an expression and feeling of concern. “I could be better.” John B quips, monotone as ever. And by the looks of it, you believe him.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? A Bandaid?” You ramble, his eyes shooting down to his injury once you mention the latter.

“Shit.” John B mumbles to himself, blood now visibly seeping through the thin material of his shirt. “I didn’t realize… I can um- would you mind if I used your bathroom to clean up?”

“No, no. Stay here.” You assure him, fingers grazing over his shoulder to keep him from standing up, afraid that if he does, you’ll have a harder time helping him if he passes out. “I’ll help you.”

You scurry to the kitchen to grab him a bottle of water, twisting open the cap and handing it to him quickly. He takes several gulps like he just ran a marathon, not even bothering to put on the usual manners that are standard here on Figure 8.

“Thank you.” John B acknowledges, his voice less hoarse now that he’s rehydrated.

“Sure.” You respond with a soft smile, standing up and holding your hand out for him to take. “Come with me. We need to get that wound taken care of.”

“Alright.” John B agrees, but then again, he probably would’ve agreed to just about anything right now. His head’s spinning and it doesn’t seem to be slowing down even though his body has.

You lead him to the guest bedroom and gesture for him to sit on the rectangular ottoman at the end of the bed. “One second.” You tell him, before going to retrieve some first aid supplies from the en-suite.

John B looks around at the tastefully decorated room, feeling out of place as everything looks like it’s straight off the cover of an interior design magazine. He doesn’t remember your house being so nice, but then again most of his time working here was spent outside.

Except for when you would purposely, unbeknownst to him, fix lunch around the time he was present, offering him to come inside and eat with you. Just because it was convenient of course, you’d hate to let the food go to waste. He could never resist a good meal anyway.

Your house appeared spotless enough to eat off of any given surface, he’s seen JJ eat off dirtier things. And here he was, feeling like he just rolled around in a pigpen, while resting on a plush couch in your gorgeous home.

“Can you unbutton your shirt for me?”

“If you insist.” He chuckles, earning a look from you. Your eyes widen upon seeing his injury close up. This is the first time John B had the time to examine it, too. He cringes at the sight as it’s a lot worse than he expected. Adrenaline will do that to a person.

“My God, what did you do?”

“How much time do we have? You want the short or the long version?” John B prompts.

“I want the truth, John B. What happened to you?” Your eyes soften with sympathy as they scan his appearance.

He sighs. “Do you remember when I first mentioned my little treasure hunting gig with my friends?” You give him a nod. “Well, we’re not the only ones after it, obviously. There’s another guy and he’s really after us. Dodged so many run-ins with him that he started chasing my ass in the street. I hopped a fence, probably lost him around that point and now I’m here.”

You try your best to make sure your expression doesn’t come off as judgemental to avoid being rude, until your heart softens when he speaks up again. “I didn’t know where else to go. But I thought I’d be safe here.”

“You are safe here.” You smile. “Don’t even worry about it.”

He nods, lips pursing together. “Yeah, I’ll try not to until I have to go outside again.”

You begin dabbing at his injury with a damp washcloth, cleaning up the excess area to find the root. “Whatever you do, try not to die.”

“Trying.” John B murmurs, hissing as the cloth meets the cut on his abdomen. “Maybe it’s time to take a vacation though. We’ve risked a lot.”

You giggle at his contemplations, knowing he doesn’t believe a word that’s coming out of his mouth. “Just don’t get caught. First thing you should do with your treasure money is hire a full security detail.”

“Ehh, there’s no fun in that. I’d rather fight ‘em myself.”

“Of course you would, John B.” You smirk, knowing that once you sterilize his open wound, that tough guy act will vanish.

“Holy sh-!” He shouts, clasping a hand to his mouth, as he bellows in pain. “So, you weren’t even gonna warn me? Just rub salt on it, why don’t you?”

“Oh relax, smartass. It’s better not to warn you.” You shrug, continuing your process despite his uncomfortable squirming and shifting. “The pain’s over before you know it so it’s not anything worth warning you about.”

“Uhm, speak for yourself.” He retorts, exaggeration clear in his tone. “Warn me next time, maybe?”

“Why? So you can be dramatic about it in the same amount of time it could’ve been over and done with? Didn’t know you were such a baby, John B. You seemed pretty tough when you were running from your adversary 30 minutes ago.” He remains silent, figuring that you must know best. It would only take the lightest pressure from the cloth to set his cut on fire again. Talking back wasn’t worth it.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” You mutter in victory, gathering the used products and returning them to their original place, tossing the dirty materials. “Would you like to take a shower? I’m sure we have some spare clothes you could wear while I throw yours in the wash. I’d hate for that blood to stain your shirt permanently, it looks good on you.”

He smiles softly at your subtle compliment. “Thanks. But I don’t want to overstay my welcome, you’ve helped me more than enough.”

“So you’ll just drop this off at the dry cleaners on your way home?” You implore rhetorically, asking a question you both know the answer to. “You might as well take advantage of my kindness, John B. I don’t mind, y’know. It’s actually nice to have some company.”

“Alright, if you insist. I’m glad I could keep you company.” He trails off, puzzled at how cleaning him up was your idea of good company. “You think you can get the blood stain out?”

A chuckle escapes your lips unexpectedly at his question. “I can get blood out of pretty much anything.”

“Oh.” John B realizes, a rosy color taking over his cheeks. “Right. That might come in handy again someday.”

“As long as it’s not a murder cleanup, I’m happy to help. By the way, towels and everything should be in the cabinet.” You inform him from the doorframe of the bathroom, both of you sharing quick smiles and nods before you shut the door and leave with his stained button-up tee.

-

John B took longer than expected in the shower, his body going numb under the feeling of the warm water. It was refreshing to have a good shower in the midst of all the chaos in his life. Protected from all of it within these shiny porcelain tiles and the comfort of your home. When he comes out, he can’t help but smile at the fresh set of clothes laid out on the bed, neatly folded in a pile.

He saunters out of the guest bedroom, retracing his steps and following the scent of food into the kitchen. It was hard to remember his way around this place.

“Did you find everything okay?”

“Yeah, I did. Nice home, by the way. I always remembered it from the few jobs I did here. Not that I’ve been inside many of the houses over here but… you know.”

“Thanks. Have my parents' careers to thank for that.” You jest. “They’re never home to enjoy any of it, though. It’s usually just me around here.”

“You’re lucky I’m not scoping out potential burglary spots.” John B cautions. “You probably shouldn’t announce that. There’s some crazy people out there. Believe me.”

“Like you?” You chide with a sarcastic look, earning an eye roll out from him. You offer him the serving spoon to dish his food after you’ve dished some for yourself. “Thanks dad, but I think I’m fine.”

“Just telling you to be safe, Y/n.” John B defends himself, his hands up in surrender. “Don’t wanna see anything bad happen to you.”

“What happened to the whole kooks vs pogues thing? With the way some of these people have treated you, I’d say you deserve to be the one orchestrating robberies.”

“Got bigger fish to fry these days.” He shrugs, picking up some of his food on his fork. “And thanks for the food. Best meal I’ve had maybe ever.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just saying, that kind of self control is amazing. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t have as much of it as you might think.” He argues. “Standing next to JJ, maybe. Standing next to Pope? Not so much.”

“And you’re humble too? No wonder the kooks hate your guts.”

“You know, you’re not so bad either. I can’t imagine what they’d do to you if they knew how generous you’ve been to me.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” You shrug. “The less I can be like them, the better.”

–

You both finish eating in a comfortable silence, the sun setting before you have the chance to double check the time.

“So, I’m assuming you’re spending the night…?”

“You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m positive, John B. If I minded, I would’ve kicked you out hours ago.”

He stands beside you at the kitchen sink, helping you wash the dishes. It had been ages since he’d even touched a glass dish, let alone eaten off of one.

“If you insist, Y/n. How can I pass that up?”

You suppress a laugh as he nudges your side. “You can’t. You’re gonna get a good night’s sleep if I have anything to do with it. After the day you’ve had, I’m assuming you could use some sleep. You look tired.”

He cocks an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest to feign offense. “Do I, now?”

“Mhm.” You hum sleepily in response to his query.

“You look a little tired yourself, Y/n.” He observes jokingly. “But I guess that might have something to do with me. Sorry about dropping by so unexpectedly.”

“Don’t be. I like having someone around, even if you are being chased down by a treasure hunting psycho. You’re actually not that bad.”

“Uh, oh. Hallucinating already? Sounds like it’s time for bed.”

All of a sudden, he sweeps you off of your feet and carries you bridal style into the guest bedroom. You let out a shriek as soon as your heels leave the floor, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you hold on for dear life.

He gently places you on the neat duvet, gaining a sigh of relief from you. Your hand takes its sweet time to trail down his arm, your fingers grazing over his muscles. A lovesick smile pulls at your lips as you stare into John B’s eyes, receiving the same expression back while he looks into yours.

“I missed seeing you for so long, Y/n.” He admits, just barely above a whisper. “I wish I had stayed around longer. I always tried to get more jobs here so I could see you.”

“Really?”

“Of course I did. Do you think pool water chemistry needs to be checked twice a week?” He compliments with a smile that makes you feel weak, sitting down beside you. The tips of your ears warm at his words.

“Good to know.” You ponder aloud. “I totally didn’t bother my dad to keep hiring you because I liked you, either. So I hope you don’t think that.”

He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his lips turn up. “Ah, okay. Then I totally didn’t white lie to your parents about the pool checks because I liked you, either.”

You avoid his eyes, instead paying attention to the polish on your fingernails as you change the topic off of whatever’s going on between the two of you. “Is there anything else I can do for you, John B?”

“Kiss me and maybe I’ll feel better? I’m sure Ibuprofen works fine too, though.”

You really had to be delirious or something, as you obliged his request and kissed him. It was clear he didn’t expect it, but didn’t waste time relaxing into your touch. He places a hand to your cheek and deepens the kiss.

You both have matching drowsy smiles when you pull away. “Feel better?”

He sighs contentedly, head falling back on the pillow next to you. “I’m on my way.”

A yawn threatens to escape from you, so you take your last moments of consciousness to not let the moment pass. “If you ever need a hideout again someday, I’m your girl.”

He turns toward you, heart fluttering at your pretty face under the warm lights from the glow of the lamps on the nightstand. He couldn’t help but admire you.

“My girl.” He repeats to you in a mutter, thumb caressing your cheek. “I think I like the sound of that.”

Leaning forward just as the words left his mouth, you press your lips to his once again and kiss him with all that you could muster at the semi-late hour. Exhaustion makes for bravery you wouldn’t have otherwise. This time, John B smiles into the kiss.

“Good.” You murmur, thumb brushing over his lips once you pull away. “‘Cause I do, too.”

💌: this is meant to be a one shot so there’s no plans for another part, but i hope someone out there enjoyed. reblogs are very much appreciated :) thanks for reading!

[drewsephrry]

he got so excited awww

(via kevinmccarthy on instagram)

[sunfairiess]

jj: i cut my finger

y/n: oh, come here. i’ll kiss it, so it’ll get better

jj: does that work?

y/n: of course, my mom used to do it all the time when i was little

*a few moments later*

jj: dude, punch me in the face

john b: the fuck?

[hunzzzzz]

OBX TWEETS: part 10

A/N: Rafe stans I’m so sorry😭😭😭😭 And John B stans.... enjoy❤️ ALSO if i missed anyone on the taglist im sorry😩 pls let me know!

The Twinkie coughed its way up your driveway, sounding like a dying lawnmower gargling gravel. That low, insistent beep was pure John B – no subtlety, just a persistent, slightly annoying demand for your attention. You yanked the blinds up, flipping him the bird before you even properly registered his ridiculously sprawled-out form in the driver's seat. Reclined so far he was practically horizontal, he still managed his signature grin and a cheesy blown kiss. Ugh. He was adorable.

You rolled your eyes so hard you almost saw your brain, but a tiny smile twitched at the corner of your mouth. You added one final coat of lipgloss, grabbed your bag and headed out.

Nervous? Nah. More like your stomach was doing the Macarena. This was John B. Your John B. The one you'd been causing trouble with since you were tiny humans. You remembered that time in first grade when he convinced you that if you buried your baby teeth under a full moon, they'd turn into pirate gold? You'd spent half the night digging holes in your mom's prize-winning petunias, only to find dirt-covered Chiclets the next morning. You were furious, naturally, but even then, covered in mud and tears, you couldn't help but laugh at his goofy, hopeful face.

Third grade was when things got serious academically. You got promoted to the brainy blue reading group, and you dramatically informed him he was officially too slow-witted for your sophisticated company. Cue the daily arrival of his rusty bike, leaving skid marks of betrayal on your perfectly manicured lawn as he’d badger you to come play sharks and minnows in the sprinkler. He was relentless, that boy.

He was just always there. Birthday parties fueled by questionable sugar rushes and even more questionable clown performances. Christmas mornings where his presents were usually some bizarre, half-broken treasure he’d found washed up on the beach, but somehow, they were always exactly what you didn't know you needed. Summers were a blur of sandcastle wars that always ended in soggy collapses, and pretending to be mermaids in the murky lake, convinced you were royalty (he always insisted on being King Neptune, obviously). He even tried to teach you how to ride a bike, his hands hovering nervously behind you until you finally wobbled your way to freedom (and a scraped knee). And then there was the legendary driving lesson in the Twinkie. Let’s just say your attempts at mastering the stick shift resulted in more jerky starts and near-misses than actual smooth cruising. Good times. Mostly.

He knew you better than you sometimes knew yourself. That awful time in middle school when those bullies were picking on you after school? You were convinced you were going to get your lunch money stolen, maybe even worse. Suddenly, out of nowhere, John B appeared, all skinny limbs and righteous fury. He might have been smaller than them, but he stood his ground, yelling some ridiculous pirate threats until they finally backed off, muttering about crazy Pogues. You felt like the damsel in distress in one of your cheesy romance novels, and even though you’d pretended to be annoyed by his dramatic entrance, you were secretly so grateful.

And then there was the time he made you laugh so hard you snorted milk out your nose. You were probably ten, maybe eleven, and you were trying to build this ridiculously complicated Lego castle. He'd started doing this impression of your grumpy old neighbor, Mr. Henderson, trying to chase away seagulls from his garden, complete with flailing arms and a high-pitched squawk. You’d lost it, the milk incident happening mid-snort. You were both in hysterics for a good hour, tears streaming down your faces. That's just John B – finding the ridiculous in the everyday.

He was even the one who’d gently nudged you towards getting help when your relationship with food started getting… weird. He’d noticed the subtle shifts, the way you’d suddenly become obsessed with calorie counts, the excuses you’d make to skip dinner. Or when you’d go to the bathroom straight after eating in attempts to get it back out of your system quickly. He’d approached you with this quiet, unwavering concern, his usual goofy grin replaced with a look of genuine worry. He hadn’t judged, hadn’t pressured, just… been there. Listened. That’s just the kind of friend he was.

And now, this. A date. The idea had always been this little what-if in the back of your mind, a tempting but terrifying possibility. Your friendship was this solid, dependable thing in your chaotic world. The thought of messing that up, of potentially losing him in a whole new, much more complicated way, made your palms sweat.

High school had been a blip, a weird two-year period where you’d both kind of drifted into your own orbits. During junior and senior year you were all about the AP classes and escaping to some fancy college far, far away. He was still John B, chasing legends and living life on his own terms, surrounded by his Pogue crew. Polite nods in the hallway replaced the easy banter, and you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, a constant little ache in your chest.

But then college happened, and suddenly, it was like no time had passed at all. The old spark reignited with a familiar crackle, and you’d seamlessly integrated into his world, becoming close with Kie and JJ. Pope, with his quiet smarts and shared love of obscure documentaries, had always been a friendly face.

But this felt different. This felt like stepping off a familiar dock into uncharted waters. You’d always known, deep down, that John B had a little something extra for you. He wasn’t exactly subtle with the lingering looks and playful nudges. And okay, yeah, you’d occasionally thrown a little flirtatious bait his way, a harmless game you both seemed to enjoy.

But this wasn't a game anymore. This was real life, with real-life consequences. You liked him. Like, really liked him. He was hot, in that wind-blown, sun-kissed, totally-his-own-person kind of way. You cared about him, loved him even, in that deep, platonic-but-maybe-not-anymore way that was both comforting and utterly terrifying. What if this went sideways? What if the date was a disaster? Or worse, what if it went amazing, and then… didn’t? Could you even imagine a world where you and John B couldn’t hang out, couldn’t share your weird inside jokes and comfortable silences? You shared the same friends, the same history, the same deeply ingrained OBX DNA. You were already mentally drafting the awkward post-breakup avoidance strategies. Textbook overthinker, party of one.

“Finally,” John B groaned dramatically as you slid into the passenger seat of the Twinkie.

“Lose the attitude, Routledge,” you shoved his shoulder. “Appreciate my glorious presence or I’ll bail.”

“Yes, of course, apologies, m’lady,” he said with an exaggerated bow of his head, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Ugh, stop being so cheesy,” you scrunched up your nose in mock disgust, but inside, your stomach did a weird little flip-flop.

“Ugh, stop being mean to me,” he whined, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “You know it turns me on.” He bit his lip dramatically, and you shoved him harder this time, knocking his beloved SnapBack askew.

“You’ve forgotten your outdoor manners. I trained you better than this,” you declared, adjusting his hat for him, though not without a little extra push.

“You’re, like, ten times bitchier than normal today,” he pouted, turning the key in the ignition.

“Do you want me to beat you again?” You raised your eyebrows, lifting a hand threateningly, making him flinch.

“Hey!” he said pointedly, pulling out of your driveway. “No abusing the driver. At least make it a fair fight.”

“You’re gonna have another black eye if you keep pissing me off,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and pulling down the visor mirror to check your makeup.

“You look beautiful as always,” he said, glancing over at you with that soft eyes that caught you off guard.

“Stop it,” you mumbled, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

“What?”

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s unsettling.”

“Can’t I admire the view?” he sighed dramatically, gesturing vaguely in your direction.

“Focus on the road.”

“You’re no fun,” he grumbled, shaking his head but still grinning.

“At least tell me where we’re going, lover boy.”

“Trust me,” he winked, reaching over and briefly squeezing your hand. “You’ll love it.”

The engine of the Twinkie coughed its last breath as you pulled up to the dock. John B practically bounced out, already wrestling with the moorings of his perpetually battered motorboat, the HMS Pogue, which, surprisingly, looked like it had seen a bar of soap sometime in the last decade. He flashed you that ridiculously charming grin, the one that still managed to make your insides do a little involuntary happy dance despite your best efforts to maintain a cool exterior.

"Ready for adventure, Captain?" he called out, his eyes bright as he held a hand out to help you onto the slightly questionable deck.

His grip was warm and familiar, sending a tiny jolt of something you refused to acknowledge up your arm. "Try not to sink us," you muttered, stepping onto the boat. As you settled onto one of the sun-bleached benches, your gaze landed on a wicker picnic basket tucked under the other seat. Seriously?

John B caught your eye, a hopeful expression on his face. “I can be romantic too, you know!” he declared, puffing out his chest slightly.

He then dramatically produced the champagne, popping the cork, "A drink perhaps, for m’lady?" he asked, holding the bottle aloft. "Only the finest for you. This bad boy cost me, like, twenty bucks. Worth every penny!" He then fumbled in the basket, pulling out two red Solo cups with a sheepish grin. "Uh, about the glasses… Turns out JJ and I may have… uh… utilized the last of the fancy ones in a particularly intense game of beer pong last night. My bad?" He looked at you with that classic puppy-dog eyes look.

You snorted, "Of course you did. Just like the time you two dumbasses used my mom’s ridiculously expensive guest hand towels to mop up the beer you spilled all over my sofa.”

“Hey! At least I tried to clean it unlike JJ!” he defended himself, looking genuinely offended.

“Yeah, by smearing it around more,” you countered, raising an eyebrow. “In JJ’s defense, I think he was actually trying to lick it clean.” You couldn't help but laugh at the memory of their utterly inept cleaning attempt.

“More like he didn’t want any perfectly good beer to go to waste,” John B snorted, pouring the bubbly into the red cups. He presented one to you with a flourish. “M’lady?”

“Ma’lord,” you grinned, taking a sip. Huh. The champagne was actually surprisingly decent. Maybe this wouldn’t be a complete train wreck after all.

“Alright, Captain,” he’d said earlier, practically vibrating with excitement as he gestured towards the small steering wheel. "Your turn to take the wheel! Time to show me those mad sailing skills I taught you."

Your eyebrows shot up. “I can’t,” you said flatly, shaking your head. You’d only steered a boat a handful of times, and your track record wasn't exactly stellar.

“Yes, you can! I’m right here to save you if you decide to reenact the Titanic… or, you know, just steer us into that sandbar over there.” He moved to stand directly behind you, his presence suddenly making the small space feel even smaller.

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in ridiculously romantic shades of orange and pink, he stood close behind you, his hands lightly resting over yours on the small steering wheel. Every so often, his fingers would brush against yours as he adjusted your grip, a fleeting, innocent touch that sent a surprising little jolt through you. Focus, you thought, trying to ignore the sudden awareness of his body so close to yours. He's just preventing me from steering us into a rogue wave, not trying to recreate a scene from a cheesy rom-com.

Now, with the sky on fire, he murmured, "A little more to starboard. You're gonna have us sailing straight into that flock of seagulls. Unless that's your master plan?" His breath was warm against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

"They deserve it," you retorted, trying to ignore the way your skin prickled where his hand had just been. 

"How could I ever forget your vendetta against them," he chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly against your back as he laughed. Okay, maybe this is a little bit of a romantic movie moment.

“It’s not funny! It was a life or death situation!” You elbowed him. 

“A seagull stealing a can of beer that you left unattended at the beach is not life or death.”

“So you hate me?” 

“If hate means obsessed with you. Then I hate you soooo much.” He leaned down closer, his cheek brushing against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugged you from behind. 

Sure, you and John B were always touchy feely, random hugs, drunkenly dancing together, cuddled up together watching movies— it wasn’t out of the ordinary….. but why was your nervous system so acutely aware of it now?

"Remember, a little to the left there," he'd instructed earlier, his voice close to your ear. "Not like you're trying to plow into that poor duck."

"Shut up and stop passenger seat driving! I almost had it.” You grumbled.

"Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, remember? I taught you that, by the way. Seems my genius lessons are fading fast." He’d feigned a wounded expression, but his eyes were sparkling with amusement.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy chasing gold, you'd have more time for refresher courses," you shot back, as the wind whipped through your hair, carrying the salty scent of the lake. 

Finally, he cut the engine in a secluded cove, the water still and reflecting the fiery sky. He pulled out the picnic basket with a grin. "Alright, feast your eyes, Captain!"

The sight of the food in the picnic basket sent a fresh wave of anxiety washing over you. Oh great. Food. Your nemesis these days. Your appetite had officially gone on an indefinite vacation, and even the thought of swallowing felt like a Herculean task. You’d plastered on a convincing smile each time John B had asked you if you were okay, assuring a concerned face that you were totally fine, just a bit preoccupied with assignments and family drama. Liar. Now, you were facing down a club sandwich that suddenly looked the size of a small toddler. Performance time.

"Club sandwiches? My favourite!" you chirped, trying to sound enthusiastic. Internally, your brain was screaming, Swallow? How do humans even do that anymore?

John B beamed, clearly taking your forced enthusiasm as genuine delight. "And I didn’t forget," he produced the bag of Jalapeno Cheddar Lays with a flourish, "for the discerning palate, a little extra crunch."

“You remembered! You’re a quick learner." you exclaimed, your inner monologue adding, More like a mind reader who knows I used to inhale these things before my stomach decided to stage a revolt.

John B unwrapped a club sandwich, meticulously adding a layer of crushed jalapeno cheddar chips. "Behold! The culinary masterpiece. Extra crunchy, just the way you like it." He handed it to you with a hopeful look.

You took the sandwich, the bread feeling suspiciously thick. "Thanks," you mumbled, taking a tiny nibble. It felt like chewing cardboard.

"Everything good?" John B asked, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows. "You're a bit… quiet over there."

"Yeah, all good," you said, forcing a brighter tone. "Just admiring the view. You picked a pretty sweet spot." Distract, distract, distract.

He watched you for a second longer, his gaze knowing. "You barely touched your sandwich. Not feeling it?"

"Nah, just not starving, you know? Had a late lunch," you lied, internally cringing at the lameness of the excuse.

John B didn't push this time, thankfully. He just kept munching on his sandwich like a starved animal. You took another pathetic nibble, your gaze fixed on the sunset, half-heartedly plotting the sandwich's watery demise.

"This is actually… really nice, Jombie," you said, the words feeling a little heavy. The quiet cove, the way he'd remembered the stupid chips – it was undeniably sweet.

He grinned, that familiar, easy smile reaching his eyes. "If I knew all it was gonna take was a tweet to convince you, I would've spammed my followers years ago."

You snorted, tearing off a piece of crust and flicking it into the water. You watched the little ripples spread. "Please. My Twitter DMs are a wasteland of weirdos. You're not exactly a unicorn."

"But I'm your weirdo," he smirked, flicking a rogue chip in your direction.

You just shrugged, keeping your eyes glued to the water.

"Are the fish more captivating than my dazzling personality?" He huffed, crossing his arms in mock offense.

"No, sorry," you sighed, rubbing your temples, trying to quiet the frantic thoughts swirling in your head. One look at your face and the playful glint in his eyes faded, replaced by a familiar understanding.

He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders from behind and pulling you back against him, your head fitting perfectly under his chin. "What's got your brain in a knot?" he murmured, his voice low and comforting.

"Everything," you mumbled into his chest.

"Anything in particular?" He asked, gently stroking your hair.

"What is this?" You pulled away, turning to face him, sitting cross-legged on the boat seat. "What are we doing right now?"

He furrowed his brows, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. "We're on a date? I thought… are you not having a good time?"

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, shaking your head. "No, I am. And that's the problem!" You threw your hands up, exasperated. "I'm having a great time, but… but we're friends. You're my best friend. You're my Jombie."

"Okay…" he nodded slowly, still looking a little lost.

"But I don't… I don't want us to screw this up," you blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I don't want us to get into something and then have it blow up in our faces— oh god, we're gonna be like Sarah and Mike from that summer camp, remember? They dated for two weeks and then spent the rest of the summer avoiding each other like the plague. That's gonna be us! I'm gonna be the awkward one hiding behind the snack shack."

"Hey, hey," he said softly, reaching out to take your hands in his. His grip was steady and reassuring. "Stop. Just breathe. None of that's gonna happen, okay? And if anyone's ending up alone behind a snack shack, it's probably gonna be JJ looking for discarded hot dog buns."

You pulled your hands away, "I'm being serious!"

"Okay, okay, sorry," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "Look, you know I've been… not exactly subtle about how I feel about you, right? I like you, like, really like you. And if I don't try this, if I don't see where this could go… I'll spend the rest of my life wondering 'what if?' and probably kicking myself every time I see you. I gotta at least try, for me."

"But what if it doesn't work?" you whispered, the fear finally bubbling to the surface. "What if we can't make it work? Will our friendship even survive that?"

"What kind of a question is that?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of hurt.

"A real one," you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. "Will you still want to be my friend? Will you still care about me when this… this experiment fails? Or have you just been waiting all these years, hoping for this?" You laid it all out there, every raw, insecure thought.

"You will never lose me," he said, his gaze unwavering. "No matter what happens with this… date, with whatever this becomes. You're stuck with me, remember? Since kindergarten and the wormy apple incident."

"Pinky promise?" you whispered, holding out your pinkie, a childish habit that somehow felt incredibly important in that moment.

He immediately interlocked his pinky with yours, his grip firm. "Pinky promise." He leaned in, his eyes searching yours, and you didn't pull away. He cupped your jaw, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone. Your eyes locked, and then his lips were on yours, soft and hesitant at first, then deepening. Your hands found their way to his neck, pulling him closer, and you barely registered him pulling you onto his lap, straddling him, the world narrowing to just the two of you and the fading light of the sunset.

You were kissing Jombie right now. Had you thought about this moment a million times before? Yes. Did you ever think about acting on it? No. Never in a million years did you imagine his tongue in your mouth, the way he was gently nibbling on your bottom lip, the way his hands were gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear.

Breathless, he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so damn long,” he muttered, his breath warm against your face as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“You have cheddar and jalapeño breath,” you wrinkled your nose, because of course you had to. Leave it to you to inject a dose of reality into the moment. But John B just laughed, a familiar, easy sound. He was used to your brand of brutal honesty.

“Hey, at least I made it out of the friend zone line, right?” He smirked, looking ridiculously proud of himself.

“About that line…” You grimaced, a sudden thought clouding the moment. “There’s actually someone else in that line too…”

“Who am I in competition with?” He asked with a lazy smile, gently brushing a stray strand of hair back from your forehead.

“Rafe.”

“What?” His smile vanished instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

“No, not like that,” you quickly explained, a wave of panic washing over you at his reaction. You launched into the convoluted story about the stupid bet with Rafe – the one where you had to lay off the online insults against him and Topper or face a date with the blonde menace.

John B’s face was unreadable as he processed the information. “So that’s why you’ve been letting Topper breathe these days. I thought it was the apocalypse or something.”

“Yes!” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “It’s been absolute torture.”

“Do you think you can do it?” He asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern.

“I have to. And I will,” you assured him, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“And I believe in you.” He smiled faintly. “But just for argument’s sake… what if you can’t? Will you actually go out with Rafe then?” A shadow of sadness flickered in his eyes.

“John B,” you sighed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “That’s not gonna happen, because I don’t lose. That’s why I haven’t lost my virginity yet. Because I never lose.” You tried to inject a bit of your usual bravado, hoping to lighten the mood.

But he didn’t so much as quirk a smile. “So… what? What does this mean?” The unspoken words ‘for us’ hung heavy in the salty air.

“We’re still us,” you said softly. “Let’s just… see how this goes. Just go with the flow.”

“Okay… so you want to keep it casual?” He confirmed, his eyes searching yours.

“Is that okay with you?” You asked, your heart sinking a little. “Because we can just stop this right now. We can just stay friends. Nothing has to change between us.” The words felt heavy and wrong as they left your lips.

“No,” he said firmly, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. “No, I don’t want to just be your friend anymore. I can’t be around you without wanting to kiss you, without holding you, without feeling you.” He peppered soft kisses along your jawline.

“So…”

“So, screw it,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I’ll take you any way I can get you. Even if it’s just a little bit of you. Even if I have to fight off every other idiot who’s ever looked at you. I’ll tear them apart, limb from limb, until it’s just me left.”

And then his lips were on yours again, fierce and passionate, like he was afraid this was the only chance he’d get. The heat from the kiss spread through your entire body, from your lips down to your core. His hands roamed, trailing on the bare skin of your back under your slightly too-big t-shirt.

You helped him out, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in your worn-out bra. It wasn’t anything special, you hadn’t exactly planned for a romantic interlude on a boat, but in that moment, under the moonlight, it just felt right. The sky was a canvas of stars, the crickets chirped their nightly symphony, and a light breeze rustled the leaves on the nearby shore.

He laid you gently back on the deck, his gaze lingering on you as he knelt above you. His eyes, usually so full of carefree laughter, held a flicker of something else now – a deep concern that tugged at his heart. He couldn’t ignore the way your ribs seemed more prominent than they should, the sharp definition of your collarbone, the way you looked… smaller, somehow. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that the darkness you’d fought so hard to overcome was creeping back in, and it tore him apart to see you like this, so fragile. But he also knew that pushing, saying the wrong thing, could send you spiraling. All he could do was be here, hope, and maybe, just maybe, this closeness could offer some small comfort.

“What?” You asked, misinterpreting his gaze, tugging his arms down until his lips met yours again.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, kissing down your neck, his voice thick with emotion. “So beautiful.”

The sound of another boat’s engine, carrying laughter and music, forced you both apart, a shared smile and a roll of your eyes passing between you. You ended up tangled in each other’s arms for the rest of the night, looking at the stars, calling the Sheriff with anonymous tips about Topper being the Kildare Killer (just for kicks), you even braided his surprisingly soft hair at one point, though his attempt at braiding yours ended in a tangled mess. At some point, exhaustion claimed you both, and you drifted off to sleep, the gentle rocking of the boat your lullaby.

It felt right with John B. Familiar. Comfortable. Maybe nothing had to change. Just baby steps. You’d see where this went. And no matter what, you wouldn’t lose him. He had pinky promised.

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[obxsummer]

messy // john b routledge

request: Would love to do a request if your taking? You know the bonfire scene where John b and Sarah were broken up and she came with topper and saw John b with another girl and a fight ended up happening where the girl pushed Sarah and John b was yelling crying for her name can we do that with y/n and John b but instead of the fight with him and topper we do a fight with y/n and the girl John b was with and the girl ends up pushing y/n which has John b going crazy and in protective mode and y/n got really hurt by that push from that small clif

pairing: john b routledge x cameron!reader (she/her)

warnings: the usual obx angst and violence, ooc rafe cameron (BRING ME PROTECTIVE RAFE WOOO), injuries

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Boneyard Bonfires are well known in the OBX but not for the reasons they should be. More often than not (a couple years in a row now), fights and arguments broke out between the two halves of the island which usually caused the hangout to end early.

You definitely weren’t planning on attending considering things between you and John B were rough right now. Still reeling from the previous events of the week, you just wanted some space to comprehend the loss your family was facing right now. You didn’t mean to make him upset or to put a wrench in your relationship, but John B was less than happy when you told him you were heading back to Tannyhill to find comfort in your brother and sisters.  

The news of Ward’s death traveled fast, but it felt like everything had stood still for your family. Despite being adopted before you could even remember, Ward and Rose had raised you, and your heart was still broken even after all of the horrible things he’d done to you and your friends. It wasn’t fair to have so many mixed emotions and still push yourself to be around John B when he was busy celebrating a loss that hit you hard.

“You okay?” The soft tone of concern in Rafe’s voice was surprising as you glanced over your shoulder where he was approaching. You were standing out by the dock, eyes on the slow-moving water. The same dock that had been full of cops and your friends only a few days ago.

“Fine,” You mumbled. He pulled you close, arms warm as he held you to his chest like it would protect you from the cruel reality. Rafe completely shut down when the yacht exploded, like all anger had left his body and was replaced with sorrow and fear of the unknown. For so long, Ward had fixed everything for him, and Rafe had been hit with the hard truth that it would no longer happen. Like a flipped switch, he went from an irresponsible party kid to a protective older brother. The one you remembered most growing up, the version you’d missed for so long.

“Did you talk to John B?”

You shook your head slightly. “No, not since yesterday.”

Rafe had tried to stop you from going to find John B yesterday, begging you not to leave him. You hadn’t seen raw emotion out of your brother like that in so long that it scared you, so you let Rafe drive you to your boyfriend’s house to have the honest conversation that needed to happen.

“Hey,” You whispered quietly as you walked down the dock to where John B was sitting.

“Hey.” John B looked up and stood from his seat to join you on the floor of the dock closer to the water.

You sniffled, tugging your knees to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them. Every nerve of your body screamed to run and hide from this nightmare, wishing it would just disappear from view and spare the pain.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” John B’s fingers were warm as the rested on your knee, his other hand gently grabbing your cheek to brush away tears, a small gasp leaving your lips at the action. You’d cried so, so much in these past few hours that it was surprising to have tears left. 

“Were you happy?” You asked quietly, watching his face to tell a reaction. “Because you looked happy.”

John B hesitated in his response, “Babe, he killed my dad.”

You licked your lips and tucked them in, giving a small nod of understanding. It was hard to come to terms that John B felt this was an even trade-off, a life for a life. But he wasn’t wrong, and that made it worse.

“I just think too much has happened,” You admitted honestly, sniffling against your sleeve. “I just thought of all people…you would understand what it was like losing a dad. And I needed you, John B. A-and maybe everyone was right, maybe this is too complicated.”

The two of you received so much backlash when you got together, from friends and family, that it almost broke you. John B reassured you more than once that he didn’t care what they had to say, that the two of you cared about each other and that was the most important thing. But sitting here, with him, you began to wonder if it would be enough.

“It’s not, it’s not too complicated,” He tried to reason, the puzzle fitting into place as he realized what you might be implying. “Please don’t leave. I’ll figure it out, I promise.”

You shook your head and faced him with teary eyes, letting yourself be so vulnerable with the boy you’d trusted your life and heart to. “I love you, JB. But I think I need some time to… to figure this out. I shouldn’t have come here.”

Standing up, you pressed your palms into your eyes to stop the flood of tears in order to see your footsteps as you walked away.

“Hey, hey. Wait,” John B was quickly behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly as he held you. Your breath was shaky as you grabbed onto him and tucked your cheek against his skin, soaking up every second of it that you could. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Just talk to me.”

“Just… just give me some time, okay?” You asked quietly, tucking your hand into his like it was your lifeline. “I’ll be back, promise. I just… I gotta figure this out.”

John B pressed a kiss to your head, turning your form so he could hug you properly as you sobbed. He never meant to cause so much harm, despite the fact that he was glad Ward was gone after all he had done. John B almost forgot you lost a dad in the mix, so caught up in the idea of revenge.

The sound of your name being called broke your moment with John B, both of you turning to see Rafe standing in the grass at the end of the dock. You could feel the muscles in John B’s back tense at the sight, but you knew your brother wasn’t here to fight. Rafe wasn’t here to play Kook King, he was in older brother mode. He was here for you.

“I’ve gotta go,” You whispered to John B, pulling yourself from his embrace to press a kiss to his cheek. You turned away and began the walk toward your brother, each step creating a crack in the foundation of your relationship. It felt like the worst thing to do at the moment, but you had to take time to fix this. For you, for John B. For everyone. 

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After three days of hiding in your room with Sarah, you gave up on the idea of rotting away. It was more harmful than good, anyway. It had taken some convincing from your friends and each other, but you, Rafe, and Sarah decided to go to the bonfire, hoping it would bring some normalcy and energy back to the three of you. Today had been better than the others, too, so it wouldn’t hurt to venture out for a little bit. 

The scene was already busy when you got there, cheers and music coming from every area while people mingled and partied away. You walked in with Sarah, having already lost Rafe to Topper and his usual group of rowdy friends. 

“Here,” Your sister handed over a seltzer she’d brought along, the two of you pregaming a bit to take the edge off and help shake the anxiety. 

You thanked her, popping the tab and taking a sip as you unconsciously scanned the crowd for the familiar faces you’d come to love. Kiara and Pope were found first, the duo sitting by the fire and conversing with drinks in hand. JJ came next, the blond busying himself with a shotgun alongside some girl you recognized from previous parties. 

And then, there was John B. Your John B who begged you not to leave, promising to fix things, was up close and personal with a girl. A girl who wasn’t you.

“Oh, I’ll fucking kill him.”

You barely had enough time to grab Rafe’s shirt sleeve, your older brother seemingly catching sight of the issue as you did. You weren’t sure when he had ditched Topper and whatever blonde hookup he wanted tonight, but he had, and now he was pissed.

“It’s fine,” You reassured and took a sip of your drink, not yet letting go of his flannel as you tried to act like you were unbothered. “Leave it. For now.”

“He’s still a Pogue,” Rafe reminded you, eyes flaring with the need to teach John B a lesson. 

You nodded and let your grip fall. “Rafe, I’ve got it. I’ll handle it, and if things go south, then you can punch him.”

Rafe sent the sharpest glare toward John B, which went unnoticed before he returned to his friends with a handful of beers. Sarah rolled her eyes at his aggressive change but didn’t say anything, the two of you clinking your cans together before taking another sip.

One drink turned into too many, but you were so carefree and light that you didn’t care. Kie and Pope had come to join you at one point, the four of you a little too buzzed or high to acknowledge the tension with other members of the group. Sarah was leaning on your shoulder, looking the happiest she had since everything went down and you were glad to see it. Your siblings meant the world to you and now, they were all you had left.

“I’m getting another drink,” You announced louder than needed as you stood up from your friends and made your way toward the drink area without another word. To your luck (or unconscious movement), you managed to find John B near the bonfire, his attention still on the dark-haired girl you’d noticed earlier.  The alcohol-based confidence pushed you to approach him, despite the warning in your head telling you it wouldn’t end well.

“John B, hi.” You gave him a sickly-sweet smile and titled your head toward the girl, who you recognized as Jasmine from the coffee shop up the road. “Wanna introduce me to your friend?”

No introduction was needed but John B definitely did not anticipate seeing you here, and his eyes went wide at your presence. Sarah was suddenly next to you as the boy attempted to find a response, “Look it’s not-”

“We should go,” Sarah tried to reason with you, knowing damn well you weren’t in the right headspace to have this conversation right now.

Jasmine nodded in agreement. “Good idea, you should listen to your sister.”

“Did I ask you?” You smiled at her, letting the heavy anger seep into your tone as you addressed her. 

“You don’t own everything, princess. Why don’t you go run on home and-“

“Why are you still talking?”

Sarah began mouthing off with the girl, giving you a chance to turn your attention to a very quiet John B. “She’s a real gem. Glad to know you’re working real hard on figuring us out.”

John B’s face hardened at your words as a crowd starting to gather around you. “You’re the one who said you needed time. Guess three days was enough?”

You shook your head, begging your eyes to stop burning with tears that threatened to form. “Did I mean anything to you, John B?”

The question seemed to strike him hard but he didn’t have time to react before Rafe was in between the two of you, eyes looking to kill. “Back the fuck up, John B. You’ve done enough damage to our family this week, maybe try to take a break.”

The first punch was thrown fast, but the following ones came even faster. JJ and Pope were suddenly in the mix, Topper and Kelce coming to back up your brother as the typical Kook vs Pogue war started again.

“Are you happy now?” Jasmine hissed at you, a snarky smile on her face as she watched you yell for the boys to stop.

You glared at her, tears of frustration filling your eyes. “Shut the fuck up, you bitch. Maybe keep your hands to yourself and off my boyfriend next time.”

She pounced instantly, her hands shoving your shoulders and throwing you backward off the brick wall you’d been hiding on. The pain was instantaneous, a sharp twinge up your back from landing on your tailbone and scraped skin beginning to bleed, but the heat on your arm told you the push had been a little more than aggressive.

You screamed out, rolling away from where you had connected with the bonfire. You could hear John B yelling out for you, your name was being shouted in different directions and there were suddenly so many hands reaching for you. You pushed yourself off the ground, crying in pain at the movement, but you weren’t concerned about yourself. The rage in Rafe’s eyes told you that someone needed to intervene, and it needed to happen now.

“Stop, stop!” Your voice was weak as you reached out for your brother, trying to catch his fist before he landed another punch to John B’s already bruised face. “Rafe, please!”

The pain in your voice stopped him short, both boys instantly turning to you with concern and worry. It took them only a few seconds to clock the burn on your arm, and even though you hadn’t noticed the sway to your stance, they surely did. 

Rafe dropped his grip on John B’s shirt instantly, his hands reaching out to try and assess the wound on your arm before he forced himself to focus. “Hospital, now. We’re going.”

“We don’t have the car,” Sarah pointed out as she pulled off her lightweight coverup and pressed it against your head where the pain was starting to pulse. A small whimper left your mouth, and suddenly, you were against someone’s chest within seconds.

“Move!” John B’s voice was unmistakable even though your hearing was slowly becoming a dull ring. Everything passed in a blur from there. The chaos of the fight faded away and the orange tint from the fire disappeared as the group moved away. You could barely make out Sarah and Rafe’s voices, your siblings arguing over what to do and where to go.

“I’m not getting in a car with them!”

Worn leather could be felt under your legs, the familiar stickered ceiling of the Twinkie coming into view. You groaned at the movement, your head feeling heavier with each second. You blinked, barely having the energy to look over to see John B staring back at you, his bruised face filled with concern as he held you tightly against him. 

“No no, stay with me.” John B’s fingers lightly tapped your cheeks to call your attention as you blinked slowly up at him. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. Sarah, drive!”

You could hear your sister shout back that she was trying. 

“I’ve got it,” Rafe’s voice followed her frustration before the car started moving beneath you and everything slowly turned to black.

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You hated the smell of hospitals, but you hated waking up in them even more. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and when it did, you made out Sarah’s figure curled up on the spare bed in the room, her hair haphazardly strewn across her face. To your surprise, Rafe was slumped on the couch, his long legs barely hanging on as he lay across the piece of furniture, snoring softly. Which left one option as the person curled up in your side, the unruly dark curls giving away the answer.

“Hi,” John B’s voice was quiet in an attempt to allow your siblings to sleep. His green eyes met yours, sleep evident in the glassy haze they held. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” You whispered back, shifting carefully with the IV in your arm to cuddle into his side.

“Couldn’t sleep,” He admitted as his fingers dipped into the waistband of your jean shorts to brush against your hipbone. “Feel okay?”

You hummed in response. “What’d they say?”

“Concussion, second-degree on your arm, and a superficial blow to the head, my crazy girl.”

You chuckled, gripping his t-shirt between your fingers to pull him into you, “Gotta keep you on your toes, yeah?”

John B huffed a laugh and pulled your hand from his shirt to hold within his own. A few moments of peaceful quiet filled the room as you listened to his heartbeat in your ears, letting the steady sound calm your racing thoughts.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked quietly, fearing the answer he had to give. Your anxiety had gotten the best of you over the last few days and you’d been questioning whether a break from John B was actually the right thing to do.

“God, baby, how could you even think that?” John B shifted to lean on his elbow and look at you. There was a pretty gnarly bandage on your head where you’d hit the concrete on your way down. All John B could think about was how this was all his fault. He’d let you get hurt, let you down in every way possible, and here you were, scared he was mad at you. “All of this is my fault. If anything, you should be pissed at me.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but stopped short. Yeah, your feelings had been hurt, but you knew if the roles were reversed and your actions landed John B in the hospital, you would never forgive yourself. 

“I’m sorry, about everything. You’re right, I was so caught up in revenge that I missed out on being there for you, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. You needed me, and I wasn’t there, and I’m so sorry.”

You moved your uninjured arm to hold the back of his neck, pulling him in slowly for a kiss. John B hummed in content, his fingers wrapping around your waist as he leaned in again, pinning you against the mattress to kiss you again and again and again. 

“I forgive you,” You said softly when he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. “I’ll always forgive you.”

“This is cute and all, but can you guys shut up and quit making out?” You looked over to see Sarah glare tiredly before she flipped you off and rolled over on her other side to face away from you.

You and John B shared a quiet laugh and a handful of kisses before cuddling up on the tiny hospital bed in each other’s arms, preparing to face Rafe’s anger in the morning but moving forward together, one step at a time.

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