#booker x you

[jjssweetlover]

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

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

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

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

[deltaharrington]

STUCK [SEASON 3 SPOILERS]

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Female!Pogue!Reader

WARNINGS: smut, heavy swearing, kidnapping, obx3 SPOILERS

SUMMARY: You were separated from your ex, Rafe, after falling off the Costal Adventure. The Pogues took you in as one of their own. You and Rafe meet again when you’re kidnapped by Singh.

Muffled screams were heard from the hallways as you were dragged to an unfamiliar room.

How did you get here? That was a long story?

A month prior, Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend at the time, had somehow convinced you to run away with him and his family.

You had no idea what he was capable of back then.

When you found out that he helped steal a cross that wasn’t his, and that he tried to kill his own sister, things felt different.

You couldn’t deny that you were in love with him though. It was hard for you to grasp the fact that he wasn’t a good person.

So, you did the thing anyone would have done. You helped Sarah escape.

When both John B and Sarah insisted you came with them, you wasted no time jumping off of the boat.

Rafe nearly shot at the small boat you escaped in. He was expecting you to be on it. Y/n. His Y/n was a Pogue.

Here you were now, kidnapped by Carlos Singh. He had you for a couple of days, claiming he was waiting on something before he could tell you what he wanted.

A large door opened and you were practically thrown into the room, your body slamming against another.

“What the-?” The voice above you spoke. It sounded familiar, and that scared you.

“Y/n? Oh my god!” The voice said, worried. You looked up and we’re met with none other than Rafe Cameron.

He wasted no time, ripping the cloth gag from your lips. At that you scrambled to get away from him, tripping and falling to the floor.

“Rafe? I knew you were apart of this!” You said and the Kook boy tried to reach for you. You tried to wiggle away, but your hands were still tied.

Rafe helped you up, cupping your face in his hands. He was happy to see you. He assumed you got kidnapped by the Pogues, he never knew you went willingly.

“I’ve been trying to find you, sweetheart” He said and your chest rose and fell with anger. He didn’t notice, he was too caught up with the fact that you had survived.

“You won’t have to go with those Pogues again, you’re safe now” Rafe rambled and you shook your head, about to argue.

“I knew this reunion would cause sparks” Singh’s voice from the opening room.

“What do you want from me?” You said and he waved you into the other room. You yanked yourself from Rafe’s grip and you walked into the room, sitting down on a couch.

Rafe followed and sat next to you.

Singh went on a rant about El Dorado and all you could think about was how close Rafe was to you. You hadn’t seen him in a month, and you were sure you had gotten over him.

Now that he was in front of you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Well, maybe that was because he was fiddling with the ties that bound your hands together.

“What do you want from me?” You asked Singh and he smiled.

“Your friends, they have a diary” He went on and it clicked for you. They had told you about a diary. Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“I don’t…I don’t know anything about a diary” You said and those words landed you right back in a locked room.

“Y/n, baby, you have to talk to me” Rafe pled, kneeling down in front of your sitting figure. You had finally wiggled your way out of the zip ties that had bound your wrists, and now you were placed on the bed.

“Rafe, I really don’t know what there is to talk about” You said and he looked confused, hurt even.

“You, me, you getting napped by the Pogues? That’s what we can talk about” He said and stood up, pacing.

This was it, you had to tell him.

“I didn’t get kidnapped, Rafe” You said and he stopped, looking towards you “I left with them myself” You added and his eyes widened.

“Why- Why would you do that?” He said and you sighed.

“You killed Peterkin, tried to kill your sister, and you lied to me!” You said “I couldn’t be around you, I was scared, Rafe!” You said and he looked shattered.

“You know I���d never hurt you, Y/n” Rafe said and you shook your head.

“I don’t know that, I didn’t” You said and he moved closer, grabbing your hands to hold in his.

“You never ended things properly, so we’re still together” Rafe said, his eyes tearing up “Y-You’re still mine, baby please” He begged and you shook your head, your eyes becoming teary as well.

“Rafe, we can’t” You said and he reached up towards four face, cupping it “Please don’t do this, not now.” You added and he shook his head, leaning in towards you.

When he kissed you, you felt like your world fell into place. You hated that feeling, but you craved it more than anything.

You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, letting him lean in further to pin you to the bed. He hadn’t seen you in a month, and he longed to feel you in his arms again.

Upon realizing what you were doing, you pulled away, shaking your head “Rafe” You whispered, his thumb trailing across your bottom lip.

“Please, I know you want this just as much as me” Rafe said “I love you, so much” He said and you felt your heart nearly explode.

“I love you too” You whispered and he smiled, letting his thumb caress your cheek.

“There’s my girl” Rafe whispered, pressing his lips against yours again. This time you gave in, missing his touch.

Rafe moved between your legs, pulling you flesh against his hard-on.

“Feel that?” He asked and you nodded “All because of you baby” He whispered and looked down at you. “Haven’t had any in a month” He said “I’ve been waiting on you, only to hear that you left me?” He said and you shook your head.

“That’s right, I’ll have to show you just how pent up I’ve been” He said and you looked up at him, trying to pull him closer.

“Please, Rafe” You begged “I need you, now.” You said and that was all he needed.

Within mere seconds, your clothes were on the floor, Rafe prodding your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Rafe” You begged and that was enough for him, the blonde sliding all the way inside of you, his hips touching yours.

Your back arched at the familiar fullness you felt, a moan left your lips as he attacked your neck, littering it with hickeys.

You both had forgotten the situation you were in, only worried about each other.

Soft moans and the sound of hips meeting filled the room, Rafe moving fast to make you have the best orgasm of your life.

“Rafe! M’already close!” You gasped out and he nodded, a smirk on his face.

“Me too baby, I fuckin’ missed you” He said finally giving you permission to cum.

At his command, you turned into putty, your legs shaking, as you clenched around him, milking his cock.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck after he came, your labored breaths filling the room. It didn’t take too long for you to come down and calm down, slipping under the covers to hide your exposed body.

“We need to get out of here” Rafe spoke softly “You’re mine”

END.

[cameronsprincess]

— warnings: smut! 18+ mean!john b, bimbo!reader, degrading, oral (m receiving), slight choking, fingering, hair pulling.

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❥ john b snaps at bimbo!gf!reader

“he’s my best friend, y/n! and you don’t expect me to get upset that you were flirting with him?”

you sink down into the couch further, fighting the tears that pricked at your eyes. you’d never seen john b. so upset before. you didn’t mean to make him so mad. you only flirted with jj because you’d saw him talking to sarah cameron. his ex girlfriend. it set you off, so naturally, you wanted to hit him where it hurt. flirting with jj.

“i-i didn’t mean to make you so mad, baby.. it-it was innocent. i-i was just upset that you were talking to sarah, i’m- i’m sorry” you choked out, finally letting your hot tears fall down your face.

“maybe don’t be such a slut! have you ever thought of that? hmm? sarah means nothing to me!”

you stand from your spot on the couch, taking a step toward john b and smacking his chest. “and jj means nothing to me!”

you turn quickly on your heels and storm off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you and throwing yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows as you screamed out in frustration.

the sound of the bedroom door pushing open makes you lift your head, turning slowly to see john b standing in the doorway, slight regret filling his eyes.

“i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to upset you. i just- i’m so used to everyone choosing jj, that seeing you flirt with him set me off”

you sit yourself up in the bed, crossing your legs as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“i wouldn’t ever choose jj. i want you. only you.”

john b sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair. he takes two long strides towards you, pushing your back into the mattress as he crawls on top of you, his arms caging you into the bed.

he leans down, his lips softly ghosting over the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin as he whispers sending a shiver through your body. “i know that. let me make it up to you”

you suck in a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, smashing your lips with his in seconds.

he kisses you back, his lips consuming yours like he was a man that was touch starved. he slips his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours instantly, pulling a string of whines and moans from you.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this. all whiny and hot, and i haven’t even touched you yet” he rasps, placing one hand around your throat and squeezing at it softly.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes stuck on his darkened over, lust filled ones. you loved and hated when john b was mad, you loved it because he always made up for it in the dirtiest ways possible, but you hated it because, honestly, john b was sort of scary when he was angry.

“gonna make you remember who you belong to, you want that? want me to show you that you’re mine?”

you nod your head slowly, the grip he had on your throat tightening as you moved your head.

“words. you know i don’t like silent responses baby girl”

“y-yes. want you”

he releases the grip he has on your throat, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving his tanned, muscular body on display for you.

you sit yourself up, reaching for the zipper on his shorts and pulling it down with haste. you help him slide his shorts down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his tight boxers, his already hardened cock pressing tightly against the fabric.

you reach your hand out, palming him through his boxers, making him growl from the contact.

“my girls a needy little thing isn’t she? good thing i’m in a giving mood tonight” john b says, his tone slightly mocking at your need for him.

“s-so needy. please, let me suck your cock” you beg, fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, lightly tugging at them.

“don’t worry baby, you will”

john b pushes his boxers down his legs, lifting himself off the bed to remove them completely and tossing them onto the bedroom floor. you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his thick, veiny cock in front of you.

you eagerly reach your hands out, gripping at him lightly, stroking your hand softly up and down his length, pulling a low groan from his lips.

his fingers grip the back of your head, pulling at your hair as he pushes your face down. “suck. now” he demands.

you smirk up at him, licking a hot stripe up the bottom of his shaft and placing a sweet kiss to his swollen head. he bucks his hips forward, fingers tightly gripping at your hair.

you push the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, the taste of the precum that’s leaked from the tip making you hum in appreciation.

“s-stop—fuck— stop fuckin’ teasing. you know i don’t like games, baby”

you place both hands on his thighs, steadying yourself before pushing him fully into your mouth, gagging slightly when the head hits the back of your throat. you begin slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you work his length.

john b groans, using the grip he has on your head to push himself farther into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward to fuck himself into your throat.

“s-so fuckin’ good. such a sweet dumb cock whore, takin’ me so good”

john b’s words have you squeezing your thighs together, your arousal beginning to pool between your legs. you lower one of your hands, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt.

john b pushes you of him, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

you gasp when you feel john b’s large hands on your inner thighs, prying them open quickly and running his thick fingers through your slick folds.

“john b. please” you breathe out, bucking your hips forward.

your mind was hazy, craving the feel of him stretching you, pushing you to see stars.

he continues the teasing motions with his fingers, coating his fingers with your arousal.

you open your mouth to speak but the words die on your tongue when he shoves two fingers inside you, curling them slightly and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“shiiit, john b, need more” you whine, fingers fisting into the bed sheets, toes curling from the pleasure building inside you.

he harshly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, his free hand gripping at your throat lightly. “so fuckin’ needy, so whiny. just let me take care of you, okay?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head. john b picks up the pace of his fingers, pushing them in and out of you harshly, the band in your belly tightening as your first release of the night threatened to wash over you.

“s’close john b, p-please”

“cum for me. let it all out baby girl”

a few more harsh thrusts from his fingers and your release was washing over you in toe curling euphoria.

“fu-fuck”

john b helps you ride out your high, pushing his fingers in and out of you slowly as you came down. you go limp below him as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you wince at the empty feeling.

“you did so good baby. so so good for me”

you lift up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down as you try and steady your breathing back to a normal rhythm.

“i love you, jb. only you”

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, giving you a small smile as he pulls you down to lay beside him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“i know. and i love you. just, no more flirting with jj, got it?”

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[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!

[elegantlyeva]

Can you do John B and Gingerbread making? Ty!

DAY FOUR

Gingerbread & Sugar Cookies 

Summary: After a day with his friends, you suggest making gingerbread houses to warm yourselves.

Word Count: 0.6k 

John B was holding both of your hands in his, hoping to warm them after you both stayed outside with the others for far too long.

“I told you we should’ve come inside sooner,” he gently chastens.

You scowl slightly. “You can’t blame me. I’m in pain.”

He rolls his eyes. “Right. My bad.” But he squeezes your hands tighter.

“I didn’t want to dampen the mood. JJ looked like he was having fun, and Pope was talking so much, I didn’t want to ask you to leave. That would’ve been rude.” It was only your second time ever meeting them, so you were still trying to impress them.

“One, I offered to take us back here. Two, no one would’ve noticed, babe. You worry too much.” He brushes his nose against your cheek, causing you to laugh (his goal) and push him away.

“Well, it’s too late now,” you huff, heading to the kitchen to boil water. “Do you have tea bags?”

He looks at you like you’re crazy, and you roll your eyes. “Why’d I even ask?”

A trip to the corner store, a warm shower, and two tea bags later, the two of you are sitting at his table with the gingerbread kits you bought placed in front of you.

Originally, you just wanted to make gingerbread houses for fun, but John B decided to call it a competition. Now, with two minutes left, you’re both trying to add the finishing touches to your houses.

“Shit. This frosting is not working. My gumdrops keep falling off the roof.” When he hears your laugh, he tries peeking over the makeshift wall you built to hide your house, and you yelp, using your arms to cover it.

“Get away. You’re the one who wanted to make this a game. I was perfectly happy doing it together.”

He says your name in a half-whine, but you pay no mind, focused on making your garden of hard candy. “One minute, John B. You better hurry.”

“I give up. You win,” he deadpans, snatching your phone to turn off the timer and removing the box separating the two of you.

When he sees your house, his mouth drops open. “You cheated. There’s no way you had enough time. And what—did you use glue or something? How is nothing falling off?”

You shrug, a small smirk on your face as you say, “I tried to tell you we should’ve done this together. I used to make gingerbread houses for some of the younger kids at school to get service hours for graduation.”

He blinks slowly, his lips forming a firm line. “Of course you did.” But he grins when he sees your self-satisfied smile, admiring your house.

“You should know better. I’m good at everything.”

“Uh-huh. Remind me to ask about those paint stains on my rug.”

“That was hardly my fault. You didn’t want me to put any newspaper on the ground.”

“I assumed you could paint on the canvas.”

When you narrow your eyes, ready to rebut, he comes around the table, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, kissing your cheek.

“Kidding, kidding. You’re right, you’re good at everything.”

“Don’t patronize me.” But you melt into his embrace anyway.

“I’m serious! Look at this.” He lifts up your house with one hand, but quickly sets it down when he sees your half-panicked look. He presses a few kisses to your lips.

“If you dropped it, that would’ve been grounds for a breakup,” you mumble.

He laughs, grabbing your hands and leading you to the couch before going to the kitchen to take the sugar cookies out of the oven. He brings out a stacked plate and your tea mug.

After a few moments of silence, John B settles next to you on the couch, his arm curling around your shoulders. You rest your head on his bicep and ask, “I won though, right?”

“Yeah, baby. You won.”

[andro-dino]

root rpg,,,,, save me root rpg

SIKE this is more alabaster husband posting because I love them and cant stop thinking about them <3

peggy's beef with celgene makes me giggle. man is SO incredibly stressed and tired and peggy just fuels the fire by getting on his ass about it it's very silly

these guys are 50/almost 50 (in my head at least) can u believe that

a funny thought i had that i wanted to draw but decided would be too much work and i couldn't do how i wanted to (spoilers for root rpg ep 3)

Since celgene's office is also his bedroom I think the idea of like, ep 3 after everything is said and done and cel brings everyone up to his office, Sonny is in bed still but woke up after cel got up and so when he comes back to the room, Son's just like "What was all the commotion about Cel-" and he's just met with the sight of celgene leading the vagabonds in, a very beat up Mr. Y and Phil, and the dead body of Mr. Smiles being dragged into the room while Dolly lays out a tarp and Cel and Sonny just kinda look at each other very silently for a hot minute before they're like

"I don't even- go back to bed doll"

"Yeah im goin back to bed"

[vampmorgue]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐧

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

📖 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 18+, she/her pronouns, pogue! reader, routeledge! reader, jj is readers ex boyfriend, some backstory, some fluff but lots of angst, dark themes, toxic relationship, trauma bond, love bombing, language, dark!rafe and him being toxic, mentions of drug use, addiction, abusive behavior, choking, smoking, weapon: gun use, violence, blood, fighting, and jj being protective of reader.

📑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.1k

🦇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: if you or someone you know are in a similar situation, please don’t hesitate and ask for help. my dm’s are open if anyone needs to talk. ♡︎

©𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩/𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

You definitely had a type. JJ was your ex-boyfriend, and he was impulsive and would get into trouble but stayed caring, protective, and loving at the end of the day. He made you the happiest when he could. You two dated for a year after knowing each other for years growing up but broke it off due to the right person, wrong timing type of thing. You wanted JJ to focus on himself as he was losing himself for a while, and you were growing distant from each other but remained friends.

As your older brother, John B. got more involved with Sarah Cameron and brought her into the group, you soon heard about her older brother, Rafe, and the stories about him, and trouble always seemed to attract you.

From the day you saw Rafe Cameron, you were intrigued by his presence, but not as much as he was with yours.

You were a Pogue, something Rafe hated, but whenever Sarah brought you over, he didn't mind it as much, almost like it never mattered in the first place. You would notice the way Rafe would be eyeing you up and down, but not notice that he would be finding excuses to talk to Sarah just to see you in the same room, and then later at night, his mind would be going crazy over you.

When you first revealed your interest in Rafe to Kie, she scolded you like you had done something bad and told Sarah; Sarah didn’t mind it but did warn you that her older brother was not the best guy to be going after. When JJ found out about it, he was shocked and unhappy that you found interest in a Kook and was more unhappy you chose Rafe Cameron out of all people. JJ made it clear to you that he moved on from the break up to not come across as jealous or anything else and said you could do better than Rafe Cameron, along with everyone else agreeing.

"Look, I just think you should keep your options open, that's all." JJ comments, hoping your brother could at least convince you as well.

With your dad being gone, John B had stepped in to protect you as your older brother, and he hated the idea of you liking Rafe.

“Don’t you dare go to that Kook party where he is!” John B chases you out the front porch as you giggle, “Sarah! Back me up on this!”

“I’ve tried, John B!” Sarah scared to intervene, "The least we could do is watch over her at the party plus, we can have a little fun?"

"Fine," John B sighs at the idea, running his hands across his face.

You weren’t someone who liked listening to others about what they had to say, especially in your life. So as a result of that, during the party at Tannyhill, after a couple of shots, you went after Rafe, which caught him by surprise, but he liked it anyway.

“Y'know, I had my eye on you for a while,” Rafe smirks, drinking from his solo cup.

John B. saw the whole thing, which angered him, but at that point gave up. “I feel like I’m raising a rebellious teenager,"

“I think you’d be considered one as well, from the things you get involved in.” Sarah jokes.

From that day forward, Rafe had you wrapped around his finger. The more you started getting involved with him, the more your friends weren't liking it and made it known.

“Oh, god, you want to be like your brother and date a Kook now?” Pope asks, with JJ and Kie waiting for your response. "I mean, seriously, what is it with you Routledges' and Kooks these days.”

“You guys like Sarah now,” you mention, “so maybe you’ll like Rafe too.”

“Ha!” JJ scoffs, shaking his head.

“I doubt that Y/N but you do you.” Kie shrugs.

“Yeah, I will,

And you kept your word, but little did they know, Rafe had also persuaded you so you could be together.

"Listen, you and I were meant to cross paths," Rafe tells you in an optimistic tone, "so let them talk,"

Three months into your relationship with Rafe, he was the sweetest boyfriend, at first. From the dates to spoiling you, him making you feel like his whole world, and making it clear to everyone that you were his. The Pogues accepted your happiness but didn’t accept Rafe; they couldn't do it when they saw how he would treat other people. He was the complete opposite of his sister, Sarah.

Now six months into the relationship, you were aware of his addiction and had mentioned your concern about it to him before, but you didn’t want to be that kind of controlling girlfriend or anything. You also didn’t want to let your friends and brother know about it because you knew they would try to get you out of the relationship with him but you didn’t want that because you cared about Rafe. You let Rafe live his life and for a while, he got better after realizing how much he was scaring you, and the sight of coke making you uncomfortable. He would smoke weed instead, which you were completely fine with since you did the same.

But then Rafe would relapse as coke was more of his thing.

Your boyfriend soon revealed another side of himself on nights when you were with him, a darkening aura surrounding him as his eyes grew more hostile. You knew he was high by the size of his pupils, and how he was getting stressed out about the things going on in his life, especially with the pressure his father was putting on him. There would be times when he took out his anger on you by shouting at you or just snapping out of nowhere by throwing things around or punching walls. Every second of those bad nights was like torture so being with him started to drain you physically and mentally as time went on, you were now in his control of what you could wear, say, or do in front of him. Every morning, you’d wake up to an anxious feeling in your stomach because of Rafe, which could’ve been your sign to leave him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. It was moments like this, that made you rethink your life decisions if you had never broken up with JJ, would you be in this position? Were you longing for JJ or the right treatment that you weren't getting from Rafe? Unfortunately, you grew too attached to Rafe just like he was to you. You felt dependent on him, and you grew a fear of not being able to do anything without him or his approval but maybe one day the bond would break, right?

Every time you and Rafe argued, no one was around because Rafe wanted your relationship to look perfect to others, though it was the complete opposite, he always told you to put on a happy face.

You barely saw your friends anymore because of him not trusting them but Rafe barely trusted anyone, especially Pogues.

The Pogues were missing your company, so whenever your brother mentioned them coming over, you’d ask him if he could drive you over to Rafe’s or you would text Rafe to come get you because that’s how much afraid you were of your boyfriend; you were scared of him finding out somehow that you were in the presence of your ex JJ, though you weren’t doing anything wrong or planned on it. Whenever they’d ask about you, John B’s answer was always "Rafe", so they stopped asking but JJ thought that it was weird how the only time you were home was when everyone, except your brother, was gone, and if they slept over then you’d spend the night with Rafe— which he never said no to.

Even though your friends didn’t know the full story yet, they knew something was wrong when you were Rafe’s date to midsummers— you were the youngest in the group, so they all felt protective towards you, especially JJ. Though you looked beautiful, you didn’t look happy to be there, especially next to Rafe. They had tried to talk to you, but Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist the whole night basically and kept giving death glares to your Pogue friends. When you made eye contact with JJ, he could tell in your eyes you had this sense of hope; he didn't know what it was but he tried to approach you because he knew in his gut something wasn’t right and said if Rafe started something then he'd finish it, but Kie convinced him to not cause a scene, and JJ was mad at John B for not looking out enough for you, his little sister.

“JJ! I’m not gonna go to fucking jail if something happened because if I did, then who's going to be looking after her, huh?!” John B argues.

“I would!” JJ responds.

“Man, why’d you guys even break up in the first place?!” your brother emphasizes, “I preferred her with you! Shit, I wouldn’t even have to be in this position!”

JJ stayed silent wondering the same thing as he hated remembering the fact that he lost you. As much as JJ didn't want to admit to himself, he still had feelings for you, and seeing you with Rafe was only making it worse.

John B just didn’t want trouble, especially at a Kooks' party knowing their power but he also didn't want you to be mad at him or give the silent treatment if a fight broke out; he also didn't want to risk losing you completely away from home more than you already were. Sarah tried to see if something was up, and you were always reassuring her that everything was fine, but it was all a lie, “See, Sarah, she’s fine.” Rafe would go on to say but that was before he took you into a room just to yell at you for causing attention like it was your fault, though it wasn't.

The day after midsummers, John B had finally confronted you about being so distant ever since you got with Rafe.

"You just don't hang out with us anymore or never make the time for it!" your brother emphasizes.

"I'm sorry! I just..." you hesitate, "really love him and love being around him. He makes me happy...ever since Dad's been gone-"

"Don't you dare bring Dad into this!" John B. hollers.

"Well, who else is going to love me now?!" you cry out, storming out of the house to see Rafe.

John B's eyes filled with loss as he was watching you slowly lose yourself.

Now tonight, Rafe had called you sounding like he wasn't in a good mood, he wanted to take you out after yelling at you the day before, so you accepted it, hoping he was changing for the better. He told you he needed to make a quick stop on the way, and that stop was to meet with Barry. You were annoyed with him and felt betrayed in a way when he fully knew you never wanted to be around his drug deals let alone being around Barry since he made you uncomfortable. Rafe didn’t listen and expected you to brush it off, but you didn’t.

“Rafe, you know I’m not comfortable with you being fucking coked out around me, or you buying from Barry in front of me," you tell him.

“Can you stop fucking nagging for once?” Rafe sighs, driving away from Barry’s.

“You know what? Just me drop off here,” you point to the side of the road, “I’m growing so tired of you.”

“Oh, you’re growing tired of me?” he scoffs, slamming hard on the breaks, “How do you think I feel with you haunting my every move?!”

“Me? You’re fucking unbelievable! You’re the one who controls every fucking thing I do! I barely see my friends because of you!” you snap, getting out of the car but Rafe quickly comes out to your side and forcefully puts his hand around your throat.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever raise your voice at me again.” he sternly states, “Now get in the fucking car.”

Rafe lets go as you gasp for air and start coughing. You get in the car knowing you couldn’t be walking alone in the dark not even knowing your way around, especially around Barry’s area. You were frozen and silent almost the entire car ride, trying to process what happened. You thought maybe if you jumped out of the car, you could run away and scream, you needed to get away, so you took your chances.

“No!” Rafe grabs your wrist while nearly swerving into an oncoming car, “Are you fucking insane?!”

He puts on the child lock before driving back to Tannyhill as if nothing happened. You felt helpless as you slowly walked behind him with his tall figure that now seemed like a monster in front of you as he led the way to his room.

“Y/N…you know that I love you, right?" Rafe asks calmly, closing the door but you stay silent.

“Come on, baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug, “I’m just trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? … Protect me from what?!” you spat, pushing him off of you, “You’re not doing that, all you’re doing is hurting me!”

“After everything I’ve done and given you so you wouldn’t live that Pogue lifestyle anymore, you dare to act like this? Tsk, tsk.” he shakes his head as it gets silent again.

“You really wanna know why I don’t let you see your Pogue friends?” Rafe chuckles in an unsettling tone, breaking the silence, “Because I know you used to date that blond Pogue…so how can I trust you around him, hm?”

You don’t say anything, instead, you stare down at the floor not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“That’s what I thought,” he nods seeming proud.

“It’s not something new,” you look up at him, “You fully knew that before you and I even got together, and you’re acting like I’m not a Pogue myself…but if you ever lay on hand on me again–”

Rafe gets in your face, “Or what?”

You push him out of your way to the bathroom. You’re on the verge of tears when you look in the mirror and see the bruises on your neck, he caused from choking you. You didn’t know what to do, whether to scream your lungs out due to your frustration or see if Sarah was home but you didn’t want to cause a scene; fear is what you felt.

Now you were at your breaking point and needed to leave, needed to leave him. You saw Rafe doing lines and he looks up at you, “If you don’t wanna see this then go hang out with Sarah or something, I don’t fucking know.”

“You’re right, I don’t wanna see this or you, I’m done.” you reply, leaving his room, “I’m done with you.”

“The fuck is what supposed to mean?” Rafe follows you downstairs.

“It means this fucking relationship is over, we’re over!” you shout in frustration.

As you made it outside, you heard Rafe scream and break something that he threw. At this point, you didn’t care you were walking outside alone, you knew your way around from Rafe’s home, and you just needed to get home away from him, hoping he wouldn’t follow.

You were glad to make it home and see the sight of your brother and Sarah asleep in the living room with a movie playing on the TV. You made your way to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

It was like a parallel between you and Sarah. You were a Pogue dating a Kook and Sarah was a Kook dating a Pogue, except now she was a Pogue. One relationship was toxic and the other healthy. Sarah is happier with John B than she was with Topper just like you were happier with JJ than you were with Rafe. 

How could Rafe do that to you? Especially to someone he said he always loved but that wasn’t love. You knew that you had no love for him left in you, instead, it was hate.

꥟

The next day, you woke up to your neck feeling sore and you remembered why as you felt sick to your stomach.

Now how were you going to hide the bruises? Makeup could help but not in the hot weather. You decided to take a shower and think in there.

A hoodie. Yes, it was hot out, but you weren’t about to throw on a turtleneck so you thought pairing the hoodie with some shorts would make it look less odd, and it would be cooler by the time the sun sets. You had to tighten the strings of the hood so it would cover your neck better, and that was the best you could do.

“What time did you get home?” John B asks, making you jump, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

You shrug, “Not too late, you were asleep when I came back.”

“I see…” he replies, “Listen, I’m sorry about last night–”

you interrupt him, “No, I’m sorry, I should’ve never stormed off like that or brought up Dad that way.”

“No, it’s okay,” he shakes his head, “I know you miss him too but we’ll be okay just like we always have.”

Some time passed, the sun was setting, and you saw Sarah out on the front porch.

“Hey, are you okay? I heard you and Rafe broke up,” Sarah asks with concern in her voice.

“Oh, you did?” John B joins in, “Finally!”

Sarah glares at him, telepathically telling him to shut up.

“Yeah, we did…” you confirm, “How’d you find that out that?”

“Well, I came home last night and saw a shattered flower vase on the floor and a hole in the wall, so I was like, what made Rafe mad this time?” she slightly chuckles.

“I guess he didn’t take it well, huh?” you assume with a small laugh.

“As far as I could tell," Sarah sighs, "I wouldn’t recommend going anywhere he might be.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss. I’m too good for you Pogues.” Pope appears.

“You know that’s not true, Pope.” you chuckle.

“I know, I’m just teasing,” he replies.

“Y/N!" Kie comes running to you, “Where have you been, you bitch!”

“Well, damn, it’s nice to see you too.” you joke as she squeezes you in her arms.

“I’m never letting you date another Kook again.” she declares and you agree to it.

You feel overwhelmed with emotions with all that’s going on, but it feels good to see everyone and then remember one was missing.

“Hey, where’s JJ?” you ask everyone.

John B points over to the water where you see JJ sitting by smoking a joint, so you decide to go talk to him.

“Hey, Jay,”

“Oh, hey,” he looks up at you and smiles, “you want a hit of this?

“Sure,” you reply, taking the joint.

“So,” JJ begins, “How come you were barely around?”

“If I’m being honest…” you hesitate, “Rafe is a…control freak in the worst way possible.”

JJ chuckles, “He looks like it,”

“I know, I should’ve noticed earlier.” you mention, "I'm sorry though, I never meant to hurt you and everyone else."

“No, you’re all good, you made it out though.” he gives you a comforting smile.

“Yeah, I’m glad that nightmare is over.” you sigh in relief.

“Why are you wearing a hoodie?” he asks out of curiosity, “I’m only asking because that’s rare for you on a day like this.”

“Why are you?” you ask back, pointing out the one he’s wearing.

He laughs, “Alright, you got me there.”

“It’s a nice hoodie though.” you compliment him, hoping he'd let you borrow it one day and he would.

“Thanks, you should wear it sometime.” he teases, “Too soon?

“You’re funny, JJ...but I wouldn't be opposed to it." you turn the other way, hiding the redness on your face.

"I'll keep that in mind then," JJ smirks, taking another hit of his joint.

You and JJ just always had that spark that would always come back, and you both loved that.

JJ knits his eyebrows, “What’s that on your neck?”

Your heart drops to your stomach when you remember. He saw the bruises since you turned your head, and you didn’t want to lie and say it was hickeys but you also knew you couldn’t use the good old burned yourself with a curling iron excuse.

“Oh,” you nervously laugh, “that’s from wrestling with my brother the other day.”

“Really?” he doesn’t buy it, “John B barely even hugs you.”

He must’ve paid good attention or had a good memory of your life because he was right.

“Damn, you didn’t have to call me out like that,” you respond, joking since it’s a way of coping.

“Well, I’m just saying and I don’t think he would hurt you like that.” he adds, “C’mon you can tell me.”

“Rafe…”

“What do you mean?”

“…we were arguing, and he didn’t like that I raised my voice at him but I was only defending myself until I couldn’t,” you answer.

JJ felt his blood pressure rise so high, but he stayed calm to comfort you as he pulled you into his arms and tossed the joint away. You remembered the times he held you in his arms when you were sad about something so that’s exactly what he was doing.

"Does John B know?' he asks.

"No,"

“Listen, it’s not your fault, none of it is.” he reassures, “Rafe has his issues to work with but that doesn’t mean he had the right to treat you like that. You don’t deserve that; you deserve way better than that and more.”

“Thank you, JJ,” you say, still in his arms. “I appreciate that, I needed it.”

“Of course,” he affirms, “I’m also sorry. I wish I tried harder to get you out of that, I knew something was up— we all did but everyone was just stuck on what to do without any proof, you know?”

“No, I don’t want you or anyone else blaming yourself.” you reassure, “I still have you all at the end of the day, and that’s the most important to me.”

“Yeah, me too.” he mentions, "We're going to have to tell your brother as well."

"Hm, I don't like the sound of that." you say, "But I know I have to."

"I know," JJ adds, "but I'll be by your side if that makes you more comfortable?"

"I'd like that!" you exclaim, and he smiles.

You two hear the sounds of a dirt bike.

“Did one of them take your bike out for a joyride or something?” you joke.

“I didn’t bring it today…Kie drove Pope and I out here.” JJ says with a confused expression.

Your heart drops once again, remembering who else you knew who owned a dirt bike.

“Fuck, this cannot be happening,” you mutter to yourself as you both got up.

“It’s okay, just stay behind me,” JJ tells you.

You both watch Rafe make his way to your brother and the others.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sarah calls out to him.

“Taking back what’s mine,” Rafe responds before looking around, “tell me where she is, and nothing happens.”

“Dude, get the fuck out of here.” John B warns him as he gets closer, “I don’t need any more of your bullshit right now.”

“Seriously, you’re crazy,” Sarah tells Rafe, “Just go back home.”

“Or what?” Rafe lets out a small laugh.

You were holding onto JJ’s arm, and you could tell JJ was getting angry just by Rafe's presence but unluckily, Rafe spotted you and JJ.

“Well, would you look at that!” Rafe calls out, “You see, Y/N? I knew you’d go back to that Pogue! You’re just a fucking slut!”

“Alright, fuck it,” JJ pulls out his gun from the pocket of his hoodie and points it at Rafe.

“JJ!” everyone but Rafe shouts.

Rafe had pulled his gun out as well and John B yelled at you to get down, so you did.

“You really wanna do this, man?” Rafe questions JJ.

JJ shrugs, “If it keeps you dead then yeah.”

“Not unless you’re the dead one first,” Rafe states, slowly moving his finger to the trigger.

You began shaking while John B motioned for you and JJ to stay quiet as he slowly made his way to Rafe and pushed him down to the ground. Shots were fired at the sky before Sarah grabbed Rafe’s gun and threw it into the water.

JJ made sure you weren’t shot or anything before he went to help your brother as Rafe was strangling him, and JJ pulled Rafe off of John B and took matters into his own hands. JJ threw punches at Rafe, but he fought back then JJ pressed his fingers into Rafe's eyes before he started to punch him again to the point of blood running down Rafe's face then JJ began strangling him back to feel what you felt the night he choked you.

John B and Pope pulled JJ off of Rafe this time while Sarah and Kie told you to go hide inside the house.

Your brother told JJ to take you somewhere far from there while they would handle Rafe, and JJ didn't hesitate and kicked Rafe in the stomach before doing so. Kie would’ve let him take the car, but it was her dad’s truck, and she wasn’t going to risk getting in trouble so he thought of taking Rafe’s bike as it added a little more taste of revenge.

After a couple of minutes, the commotion started calming down. You hated every second of it, you hated people yelling at each other, and you hated any type of fighting. You were feeling numb, all of it was happening too fast.

JJ came in, "We gotta go right now."

“Run!" you heard Kie shout as you both saw Rafe making his way towards you and JJ, who quickly grabbed your hand as you both ran towards the dirt bike.

You don't remember the last time you rode with JJ but this time, the wind hitting your face felt so freeing. An aura of colors felt like they were going inside your body as JJ sped up to where he was taking you. You took notice of the state his knuckles were in, all bloody. 

Within fifteen minutes, you both arrived near a small hidden shed near the woods. It intimated you to go in the woods with how dark it was, but JJ reassured you it was fine.

“How’d you find this place?” you ask him.

“Well,” he begins, “when I wanted to get away from my dad, I would hide here if I had nowhere else to go."

You nodded at his response, not knowing what to say as if you two didn’t go through chaos moments ago.

“This is also where John B and I first smoked weed together.” JJ laughs at the memory.

"I'm assuming this is where he would sneak off to then," you mention.

"For sure," JJ replies.

"I'm honestly worried right now for my brother and the others," you admit, "anything could have happened over there."

"The worst that could've happened is someone getting shot, but they got rid of it."

"That someone could've been you!" you cry out, "Rafe was pointing it at you."

JJ looks away for a second, rethinking the whole occurrence. 

"I was just trying to protect you..." he responds, "I couldn't risk losing you again if he had taken you or not,"

From that moment, you realized that the right one was always JJ. You both just needed the time to figure out the things in yourselves and what your heart truly desired and JJ had already done that; his heart desired you.

"And you did it, Jay," you reassure, feeling like your heart was screaming at you to spill out your true feelings, "just like you always have, it's you who I can always count on, and you've proven that."

JJ stares into your eyes, "What are you trying to say?"

"It's you who makes me feel safe and cared about, no matter what situation we're both in, you don't give up, and you're always there...it's you who I want."

JJ grabs your face, kissing you like he had been waiting to do that. You both missed this. His affection towards you always made you feel special, and you're the only person he's still ever wanted.

He pulls away, "You didn't have to tell me twice...I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," you smile, holding his hands that were still grabbing your face.

"So!" John B calls out with Sarah next to him who gives you a teasing smile, startling you, "It's a good thing I checked here first and yes, everything's taken care of."

"That's great man," JJ comments, acting like John B didn't catch you two in the middle of something.

John B pulls you into a hug when he sees your bruises and apologizes for what you went through. "From now on, promise me I'll be one of your first options to come if there's trouble."

"I promise,"

"I also just wanted to let you know, don't worry about him," Sarah refers to Rafe, "I got it taken care of and he's got other things to worry about so you're going to be okay."

Sarah had taken advantage of being her father's favorite so she just called him and took her side when she told him about Rafe's actions.

"Thank you, Sarah." you smile.

"So, you guys want to get out of here and do some illegal shit or?" John B asks, lightening the mood, "Pope and Kie are waiting in the Twinkie."

"Let's go!" JJ exclaims, "Lead the way, John B."

While everyone else gets in the Twinkie, you and JJ still go on the dirt bike with him now being the proud owner of two dirt bikes.

"Hey, listen," JJ looks back at you, "I know you just went through a lot, so I just wanted to let you know that there's no rush in anything between us, I'll always be by your side every step of the way and I'll be here when you're ready."

You smile and kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you, JJ, I'm glad to have you in my life."

JJ smiles and speeds off as you're hugging his waist, holding on tight but JJ was loving every second of it, happy to have you back in his life as well.

[bumblingbabooshka]

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[heya-moth]

DID SOMEONE SAY BOOKER X GRUMLEY????? 👀👀👀

OH YES!!! *toady voice*

Yes yes yes Booker x Grumley the bestest of Ships

Little bastard man x Himbo

For you my dear Anon here is my silly fluff oneshot

Quiet night in

Word count: 1,102

Ship: Booker x Grumley

Fandom: Uprooted (LoA)

As another day closes upon the Dimwood, our not-so-heroic heroes, Booker and his dear companion Grumley, find themselves in a cozy hotel in a beautiful giant old oak tree. It was a warm summer evening and a perfect night to enjoy dinner outside as the sunset.

Booker sat with his plate and cup. "I'm glad they gave you the soldier discount when we got here; this place normally costs a fortune!" He looked up at Grumley, who was already chowing down on his soup and sandwiches.

"Me too," the pug said between bites of his sandwich, "I'm glad you corrected me when I slipped up."

"Yeah, of course, I always have your back." Booker smiled kindly. "Oh, hold on."

Booker leans in close, very close. Close enough to kiss... Grumley blushed and smiled, leaning in himself. Booker gently puts his little raccoon hands on Grumleys face and slides his fingers under two of his folds. Bread crumbs and bits of food fall as he does this.

"You got food in your folds again," Booker said with a grin and a chuckle.

Grumley frowned a little, "I thought you were gonna kiss me."

Booker chuckled even more before giving the pug a quick kiss; in turn, Grumleys little tail started wagging, and he smiled.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot the kiss tax." Booker laughed a little, loving how Grumley just lit up every time they kissed.

"Yes, you have! Constantly! You're in kiss debt, Booker!"

"oh no! How much do I owe?"

"oh! uhm..." Grumley thinks for a moment. His face gets even more wrinkled than it was before. Booker takes a bite of his sandwich.

"About 20," Grumley smiles.

"20?" Booker asks after swallowing.

"Yes 20!"

Booker grins and sits back in his seat. "Oh, alright. I guess I can pay off my debts when we get back to our room, " he says in a playfully sarcastic tone.

Later, Booker and Grumley made their way to the hotel room. Grumley walked over to the bed, and with his armor still on, he fell over on his stomach and started to fall asleep.

"oh no, ya don't." Booker hummed and lifted him back up to his feet

"Wuh-huh?" Grumley snorts and looks at Booker

Booker snickers and starts to carefully pull apart Grumley's armor. "Let's get you out of this heavy suit of armor, Grum," he says softly with a smile.

"Oh, uh, all right." Grumley yawned and helped his partner take off his armor. Booker smiled gently as he removed his clothes.

"WOAH! Booker I-"

"Calm down, Grumley. We need to take a bath." The raccoon cuts off his partner's stammering. “I know you're not ready for anything like that." He smiles and gently pets the pug's face.

Grumley's tail starts to wag as Booker pets him. "Oh right, bath," he smiles a little.

"What am I going to do with you?" Booker chuckled as they made their way into the hotel room's bathroom.

It was a decently-sized bathroom made of stone and oak. The wash tub was porcelain and sat flush to the floor with a "waterfall" to fill the tub with two colored ropes to activate hot or cold water.

Booker gently pulled on the red rope. As he did this, a rush of hot water started to pour from the top of the "waterfall" into the washtub.

Grumley watches in amazement. "That's lovely.." he said softly.

Booker grins and lets go of the red rope; he feels the water and pulls his hand back quickly.

"When they said they have hot water, they weren't lying!"

"Did you burn yourself?" Grumley asks, grabbing bookers hand gently

"Yeah, but I'll be fine." Booker smiles as he rubs Grumleys palm with his thumb.

Grumley nods and pulls the cold water rope until it is suitable for both of them.

The two got in and washed up. Booker helped wash Grumley's folds and his back, giving him sweet little kisses whenever the pug leaned into his touch.

"Let me help," Grumley suddenly said, spinning Booker 180 degrees.

"Woah, Grumley, I don't need help," Booker said, caught off guard.

"Well, I know that," Grumley hummed and got soap in his hands, gently lathering on Booker's back as he spoke. “But you're always helping me, so I thought I'd return the favor." The pug smiled brightly, his tail wagging, making the water splash around it.

Booker blushed as his tail started to sway back and forth. " Oh well... thank you, Grumley." Loving how his partner gently scrubbed and washed his back, he felt so relaxed and calm. Booker started purring lightly.

"I haven't heard you purr in a while, Booker," Grumley said with a wide smile.

Booker chuckled awkwardly as he blushed again. "Well," He clears his throat, "it's been a while since I've been this calm and happy."

Grumley lights up and rinses Booker off, using warm water to remove all the soap from his fur. The two soon get out of the bath; Grumley shakes off the water from his coat, soaking the bathroom in the process. Booker chuckles and shields himself from the water assault with a plush towel. He handed one to his partner when he was done.

"I should probably clean my armor." Grumley sighed softly.

"Eh, it's gettin' late. We can worry about it in the morning; let's get some sleep, big guy." Booker smiled as they walked back into the room.

Booker handed Grumley a pair of sleep pants and a plain white shirt. Grumley grumbled as he put the clothes on.

"Oh, hush," Booker chuckled as he wore his pajamas. Grumley huffed before flopping onto the bed with his back. Booker snickered and crawled into bed with him. Cuddled up to the pug, he gently started to rub Grumley's tummy.

Grumley gasps and looks at him with a grin

"You're such a good boy~" Booker purred softly

"I am?" Grumley asked with a big ol smile.

"Yes, you're the best boy." The raccoon grinned and leaned up to his face.

Booker leaned in and gave Grumley a little kiss. "one."

"What are you doing?" Grumley asked

"Paying the kiss debt," Booker replied before kissing him again. "Two."

Another kiss, "three."

"Four"

As he was getting kissed, Grumley reached up and put his hands on Booker's ears, gently petting them with a smile. This continued until Booker reached twenty. The raccoon pulled away from Grumley and snuggled back into his arms with a quiet yawn. Grumley gently wrapped his arms around Booker and yawned in response.

"Goodnight, Booker."

"Goodnight Grumley"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[bredforloyalty]

mtv 120 minutes, 2000

[goldheartedsky]

Icarian, Carrion

Once I wondered what was holdin' up the ground But I can see that all along, love, It was you all the way down Leave it now, I am sky-bound If you need to, darlin', lean your weight to me

I've been listening to 'I, Carrion (Icarian)' by Hozier on repeat for a few weeks now and I could not get the very specific vision of this piece out of my head so here we are with a bit of surrealism.

[deltaharrington]

NEVER AGAIN

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Routledge!Reader

SUMMARY: JJ nearly gets himself killed, and you aren’t the normal sunshine everyone knows you as.

WARNINGS: A little angsty, short, fluffy ending.

HOW DID YOU GET HERE? You weren’t even sure. The last thing you thought you’d be doing was hopping off of JJ’s bike and into Topper Thorntons truck.

“What is he doing?” Sarah asked and you shrugged, anger beginning to bubble inside of you.

He had been so different. So different since you got back home to the OBX. He was more distant than before.

You and JJ had always been close. He was drawn to you because of your nice nature. He didn’t think you had a mean bone in your body. None of the Pogues did.

John B, your brother, had lived with you your whole life and he knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Even in the stressful situations the Pogues put themselves through, you remained positive.

That was about to change.

You looked up and watched as a crash occurred on the overhead pass above you. Right where JJ had just been.

His bike flew off the side of the overpass and you scrambled to get out of the car, it not even being stopped yet.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed and backed away as you watched the cops from above.

You fell to your knees and began to cry, Sarah moving up behind you to comfort you.

“I wish— I could say I did that on purpose” You heard from behind you. Your neck nearly broke with how fast you turned around.

It was JJ. He was alive.

“But…” He began “That was the gnarliest power slide I’ve ever done” He said and laughed a bit.

That’s when your anger boiled over.

“What the fuck, JJ?” You exclaimed, catching everyone off guard. They had never seen you angry before.

“You fucking asshole! You could have gotten hurt! Not to mention the fact that you’ve been practically ignoring me since we got back!” You said and rushed towards him, shoving him aggressively.

JJ stumbled a bit, his eyes wide in shock. He never knew you were feeling this way. He thought pushing you away would save himself from hurt.

“Sweetheart-“ He began, but you shook your head, tears falling from your eyes.

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, JJ” You said and moved as far away from him as possible. “I can’t believe you right now”

“M’not riding in the same car as him, Topper” You said and the kook nodded.

“I-uh, can he sit in the bed?” He asked and you nodded.

JJ didn’t say anything, he just rode in the back.

After the disappointment of not finding the cross. The Pogues and Topper all went their separate ways. However, JJ followed you.

“Y/n, you’re gonna walk home alone?” He asked and you didn’t answer, assuming he’d follow.

“Hey- you got to talk, now let me” He said and you continued to walk.

“Dammit, Y/n! Stop!” He screamed and you froze, not expecting him to yell at you.

He caught up to you and stood directly in front so you couldn’t continue walking.

“I pushed myself away because I was scared” He admitted “Your brother- he noticed the way we had gotten close and he told me to stay away, so I listened” He explained.

“It was the worst mistake I’ve ever made” He added “I thought that pushing you away would save me the huff of losing you and my best friend”

“I love you, Y/n, and I’m sorry I scared you back there.” He finished and met your teary eyes.

“JJ…” You trailed off and rushed to him, pulling him into a hug. “I love you too- I didn’t mean to get that angry”

“Sweetheart, you had every right to be mad, I fucked up.” He said and pulled back.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered and you nodded, ghosting your lips over his before connecting them.

Your lips moved in sync before you needed air, pulling away. “Please don’t scare me like that again” You said and he nodded his head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

A/N: YAY! This was short, but sweet!!

[cameronsprincess]

John B. Masterlist

smut = ☆ angst = ❀ fluff = ♡

one shots:

↠ john b snaps at bimbo!gf!reader ☆

↠ sharing is caring (ft. jj)☆

moodboards:

↠ john b in a zombie apocalypse

[writing-with-emy]

Hello, I would like to request #17 Outerbanks Femreader. Reader falls in love with both John B and JJ ( Secretly) she finally tells kie and goes to confess John B and kisses him. Something like this, I trust you 💕 I love your work and I'm really excited to see what you come up with 💕

Invisible String - John B x F!reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JOHN B MASTERLIST | PROMPTS Shipping: John B x f!reader, Summary: You were in Love with your two Best Friends, until Kie brought you some light in this dark and complicated Situation. Wordcount: 2.533 Words Warnings: Drinking, some curse words, lovesick reader I think that was it. A/N: Yes, the Title is inspired by the Song “Invisible String” by Taylor Swift, because I’m going to the Eras tour next year. A bit of angst and Fluff. I know you wrote secretly but in my head JJ just knows when a girl has a crush on him, but he wouldn’t notice it if he had a crush on the girl too. And as always feel free to correct me if I make any mostakes, as English is not my first language. | Eras Festival | Folklore Masterlist |

When there was something more stupid than jumping in a shark tank with a really bad bleeding wound, then it would be letting JJ come up with a plan, or being in love with two of your Best Friends who you knew nearly all your life. JJ and John B couldn’t be more different and still be the same, so falling for them kinda was crazy by itself. Well okay, at first you thought there was nothing really between you and John B because JJ owned your heart first in a more romantic way than the others. That most certainly changed when John B was nearly drowned by Topper at the last party, wasn’t it for JJ pointing a Gun at his head or when you watched him sneaking away with Sarah Cameron, the Kook princess.

John B was your Friend for nearly all your life, Eleven Years and counting, there was always something different about you and JB, like stolen touches or cuddles when you had a movie night at the chateau, well the cuddles died out when you guys became older and you starting to notice your feelings towards JJ, but the stolen touches were still there. But since the fight and watching John B almost drown, you notice a change within yourself towards your Best Friend. Since that Day you got more close to John B and questioned every move not only you made but also your friends. Now don’t get me wrong, JJ didn’t mind the attention you gave him, because he probably would most definitely notice when a girl has a crush on him unless he does have one on the girl too. But he knew John B liked you since probably fifth grade, when they played a round of truth or dare and told JJ his little secret even though that could’ve changed over the years. Well you told no one the problem you had with the both of them, not even Kie, your Best, and only girl, Friend.

-

It was a few days later and you all were sitting in the Front yard, if you can call it that way, of the chateau, when JJ tried to shotgun a beer and sadly the half on it got on you because you were sitting right next to him. You just jumped up, when the cold stinky beer made contact with your clothes and the skin of your legs, just screaming JJs name. Kie just ran into the House, getting a towel, coming back and trying to get most of the beer away from your skin and clothes. “You know, I think I actually hate you.”, you said, looking at JJ. “Yeah, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”; he just said, winking at you, before getting another can. “Shit, I think when we wash your pants and shirt in the sink, the smell and liquid is atleast a bit out.”, Kie said, looking at you. “Do you have any spare pants with you?”, you asked. “No, not right now.”, she said, shaking her head. “You can have some from me.”; John B said. “God, you are an angel JB.”, you said, giving him a thankful smile. He ran in to get some pants, well his only clean ones were some swimming ones, but they would need to make it. “What about your Shirt?”, Kie asked. “Well, I’m wearing my Bikini, so that's not a problem.”, you said, before you heard John B's steps coming from the House. “Here, there are only clean ones right now.”, he said, giving you the Swimming shorts. “Thank you, they’re gonna make it.”, you stated, beaming up at him, but before anyone could stare at the other for too long, JJ broke the Moment asking John B if he wants another beer. So you changed into the shorts of John B, before sitting with Kie on the Hammock.

You had no Idea how long you guys were there just talking, when JJ came up with a Plan, to go into the Kooks neighborhood to look for some fancy house, that is probably not lived in right now, because the owners are on vacation or some sort. And because you’re all a bit tipsy you all said yes, even though you and Kie weren’t really Fans with the Plan. So you all made your way to the Twinkie, when you walked beside John B who was most, next to JJ, excited about that Idea.

“You really think that this is a smart Idea?”you asked, looking at him. “Nope.”, he said looking at you. “Good, I’d be concerned if you did.”, you said laughing slightly. “But it is better than boredom.”, he said, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

With that you got into the twinkie, John B holding the door to the passenger side open for you.

After a bit of digging on facebook and driving around figure eight, you found a house where you found a spot for the twinkie, away enough so no one would notice it, but near enough if you needed to escape the cops. So you make your way to the Back of the House, climbing over the fence and quietly making your way to the pool. You all got rid of your clothes, that shouldn’t get wet and Jumped in, but since JJ couldn’t forget the most important part, the beer, he threw to each one of you another, before jumping in and opening his. You guys seriously had the time of your life there, it was in the middle of the night, everyone was asleep and you hopefully wouldn't get cops soon. But to your dismay, you saw the red and Blue light, before you could hear them, you tried to get their attention, but they didn’t listen until they heard Shoupe yell that you should come out. The boys were the first to get out, before helping you and Kie out.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!”, you said, fastly putting it on, before grabbing your shoes and running after them with KIe. “This is the worst plan ever, JJ!”, you said to him. “Why, because I made it?”, he asked looking back at you. “That, and because the cops are now out for our asses!”, you said, hitting him on the arm. JJ was the first to Jump over the fence and run towards the Twinkie getting it started, driving it out of its hiding spot so you just needed to Jump in. John B and Pope helped you and Kie over it, before Jumping over themselves. John B grabbed your hand dragging you with him, laughing. You saw Shoupe behind you already out of breath trying to catch you. “How do we keep getting into these Situations?”, you laughed looking at John B. “Eleven years of Friendship and I still don’t know.”, he said grinning. “The problem is called JJ.”, Pope said, which you all agreed. Once at the Twinkie you Jumped in and told JJ to drive, laughing your asses off in the Back high on adrenaline.

-

A half an hour later, you guys were back at the Chateau, the adrenaline finally back to zero and tired of the running you needed to do. You got in and all you did, was just falling on that couch and be nearly immediately asleep, and beside you were the first to go in, you didn’t even notice how John B came in to check on you just to find you on the couch already asleep, so he went back into his room, got a blanket and put it over you before he brushes some hair out of your face. “You love her don’t you?”, JJ asked beyond John B. Shocked, he turned around looking at his Best friend with wide eyes. “What?”, he just asked. “Well, you told me in fifth grade or so that you like her. I thought that might have changed, but by the way you look or just randomly stare at her, it’s just..”, JJ started. “Obvious, probably. But well, she is my Best Friend and don’t forget the rule, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”, he said, taking his eyes off JJ and back to you. “Yeah, well maybe you should just forget that rule.”, JJ said, before walking away. -

Two nights later, in the middle of the night, you were sitting outside in the hammock because you couldn’t sleep. The thought of Sarah and JOhn B running through your head because you saw them in those two days sneaking more often away than in the couple of years were you knew her.

“What are you doing up at four in the morning?”, you heard someone question from behind. You turned around to see Kie. “I might ask you the same thing.”, you said, giving her a little smile. “What’s going through your head?”she asked, climbing on the hammock next to you. The hardest part about all this, was that you didn’t tell anybody about this situation. You thought about it for a second, before deciding to let Kie in on the problem you have. “I might have a problem.”, you stated. “What is it?”she asked, looking at you. “I have a crush on two guys, the thing is they are both my Best Friends, and I first didn’t really realize that I have this crush on the other guy until I nearly lost him because of somebody. And I don’t know what to do. I liked the first guy first, but now that I realized that I also like the other I am just helpless. Like the one guy who has been my friend I have the longest, and I would be so sorry if I lose him not only as my potentially Boyfriend but also as my Best Friend whos been with me through thick and thin, but so did also the other guy.”, you could rip your hair out if it wouldn’t leave bald spots afterwards. “Well, that sounds like a fucked up situation.”, she stated. “I know and I’m just helpless.”, you stated throwing your head back. “Well, my Mom always told me something.”, Kie started. You just looked at her signaling her to keep going. “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second one. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second one.”, she said, looking at you and taking your hand. You leaned against her butting your head on your shoulder. “And besides, what you and JJ have is not love, Not romantic love, it’s comfort.”, she said. You just nodded trying to let the words sink in. “But if you asked me, if you wanna hear it, I would tell John B.”, she said. “But what about Sarah, they sneaked away more in the past two days, than I saw them ever do in the last couple of years.”, you said. “Well, it’s all or nothing.”, she said. “I need just some time to think about it.”, you said, taking a deep breath. “Do it soon, before it’s too late.”, she just said.

-

Given the time now it’s been a week later, and you hadn’t had the nerve to tell John B about your feelings just yet. You either couldn’t find the right time or you just backed out like a chicken. But now you couldn’t back down, John B was alone at his boat, working on it, while Kie brought you to him. “Are you sure that this is right?”, you asked, nervous about this whole situation. “You’re doing the right thing.”, she said, squeezing your hand slightly. “Then why does it feel so wrong to me?” “Your probably just nervous, because he is your childhood best friend.”, she just said. “If something is wrong and you’re not in like half an hour back or wrote me a text, that everything is fine and you are good, I’m up here waiting in my car, alright?”

“Alright Mom.”, you said giggling slightly. With a rolling of her eyes she goes away, while you make your way down the path to him.

“Hey.”, you said, when you were sure he could hear you talk. “Oh, Hey, what’s up?”he asked, looking at you already knowing that something is up. “Nothing much, everything alright with the boat?”, you asked, while he helped you in holding your hand. “Yeah, I just checked up on her.”, he explained, handing you something to drink. “Alright.”, you just said, not knowing where to start. “So what do you wanna talk about?”, he asked. “What?”“Come on, I know you all your life, I can nearly read you like a book, I know when you have something going on.”, he said sitting down in front of you. “What are we to each other?”, it just slipped out of your mouth. “Well, you tell me, because for me you’re my Best Friend.”, he said, caught a bit off guard. You just nodded thinking of your next move. “Can I tell you something, this is probably going to ruin everything, but I need to tell you.”, you said. “Yeah sure, you know you can tell me everything.”; he stated, moving to sit next to you. “I..”, you began. “I’ve discovered I love you.”, you said, not moving your eyes from your can of Coca Cola. “When did you discover that?”, he asked, looking at you not really knowing what to say. “Since all my decisions started to revolve around you and after Topper nearly drowned you at the Kegger.”, you said, briefly looking up at him, before looking back down. “I probably did it always and just never realized that, but since I nearly lost you, it is just so much clearer now, and I know that you probably don’t like me back, and that was just some stupid Idea. Just forget what I said and do whatever you wanted to do. Like meeting up with Sarah or something, I don't know.”, you rambled standing up at the end wanting to go down from the boat. But you were stopped by a Hand grabbing your wrist. “Can I also say something to this?”, he asked. “You don’t need to say anything, when you don’t feel the same it’s okay. Then let's just stay friends, and forget about this. Just pretending like-”, you couldn’t stop your rambling, when a pair of Lips smashed on yours. Your first reaction was shocked not knowing what to do, but before you could respond, he just moved aways. “Why did you do that..?”, you asked with a high voice. “So you would shut up and listen.”, he said, with a smile on his face. “But what about..”, you started. “Listen, I don’t like Sarah, I like you.”, he said, but he still saw the hesitation in your eyes. “I love you alright, every single part of you. Even the parts you don’t like, got it?”he asked you, looking you in your eyes.

You felt the tears fill your eyes out of pure happiness, before you bring your lips together again feeling the puzzle pieces falling together, the invisible string between you two finally becoming solid gold.

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

For all my fellow wrestling fans.

Enjoy.

[druckkugelschreiber]

Yes, because my brain is never satisfied I keep thinking about what if Charlize Theron had been cast for The Regime and I have not know peace since