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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 5 years ago

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John B x reader

Summary: The best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. You’re new to the group and bake cookies for the pogues, one in particular.

A/N: Not requested. Hope you guys enjoy! xx

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**MASTERLIST**

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The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

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Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

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John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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You had always loved baking growing up. You spent most of your childhood in the kitchen with your grandmother baking cakes, cookies, pies. Anything sweet. You were a kook, but your parents raised you differently than the rest of the kooks. Not everything was handed to you on a silver platter like the other spoiled kooks. You landed a job at the Wreck, which is where you met Kie and the rest of the pogues. They weren’t too sure about you at first, but after Kie invited you out on the boat for the day with the rest of the pogues and you decided to bake a fresh batch of oatmeal cookies to win them over, specifically one pogue in particular. Your grandmother always said, the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

“Oh my god…” Kie moaned, taking a bite into the cookie.

“shit. These.. these would be good with some weed.” JJ smirked, pointing at the cookie in his hand.

“Y/n these are really good.” Pope comments.

You smile, “Thank you. Freshly baked this morning.” You turn around with the container of cookies in your hand to face John B. He’s still sitting in the driver’s seat of the boat, his shirt unbuttoned and opened to show his tanned and chiseled chest. His hat turned backwards over the mop of hair and his sunglasses are rested on his nose. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the blush on your cheeks, “Cookie?”

He sits up and grabs a cookie from the container, “Thanks.”

You nod, putting the lid back on the container and in your cooler to keep them fresh.

Kie pats the spot next to her where she’s laid out on the front of the boat, “Come tan with me.”

You walk over to her and slip the t shirt off, fixing your top and bottoms. John B noticed you fix your bottoms higher on your hips and looked at you over the sunglasses resting on his nose, his eyes taking in every inch of your body. He’d had a crush on you when he saw you that day he, JJ and Pope stopped by for lunch at the Wreck.

JJ was messing around with Pope when they entered the Wreck. The boys took their usual spot in Kie’s station. John B. glanced around at the Wreck in search of Kie, but didn’t see her.

“Where the hell is Kie? I’m starving!” JJ states, patting his stomach.

“Me too.” Pope groans.

John B rolls his eyes, they two of them just finished a blunt and knew they was getting the munchies. Kie finally walked out from the back, another girl following behind her.

“Kie!” The boys yell in sync.

She rolls her eyes when she sees them and walks over, motioning the other girl to follow, “Boys.”

When you get up closer, John B sees you have the Wreck t shirt on, and an apron tied around your waist. He assumed a new waitress.

“Who’s your friend?” JJ asks, leaning on his elbows and looking at the girl with googly eyes that followed Kie out. John B assumed JJ was already planning how to get you in bed with him.

“This is y/n. She’s our new waitress.” Kie smiles, stepping aside so you stood beside her, “I’m training her.”

JJ quickly stands, holding his hand out to you, “Maybank. JJ Maybank.” He smirks, “nice to meet you.”

Kie rolls her eyes and looks at you, “Ignore him.”

You laugh and John B swears he thought he was going to faint at such a beautiful sound.

Pope stands next and shakes your hand, “Pope.”

You turn your attention to John B and blush. Oh he was cute. The way he had his shirt unbuttoned and a bandana tied around his neck and the way his hair flowed with the slight breeze. It made your heart flutter. The OBX was full of cute boys, but this one. This one in particular had been the cutest you’d seen.

Kie snaps her fingers in front of John B’s face, “John B?”

“Huh?” He snaps out of his trance, he’d been staring at you the entire time.

The pogues laugh and he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair before standing and holding his hand out to you and giving a smile, “John B Routledge.”

You slowly shake his hand, a smile in return, “Nice to meet you John B Routledge.”

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” JJ says from behind John B. patting his shoulder.

John B glances back at JJ and shrugs, “Yeah.”

“I’m thinking about getting with her. She makes damn good cookies.” He moans, taking another bite of a cookie. John B couldn’t help but feel jealous. JJ always got the girl. Something about being charming and sexy. Something John B wasn’t.

“Gross, JJ” John B mutters, rubbing the cookie crumbs off his shoulder.

“Sorry dude.” JJ says, mouth full of cookie.

John B stands, “I’m getting in the water.” He slips his shirt, hat and glasses off and throws them in the driver seat then dove off the back of the boat.

“Is John B. seeing anyone?” You ask Kie, sitting up on your elbows.

She sits up, looking at you, “Alright, you’re new to the group, but we pogues have a rule. No pogue on pogue smacking.”

“Technically, I’m not a pogue, I’m a kook.” You smirk, shrugging.

She groans, “No. If you’re hanging out with us, you’re a pogue.”

“Come on Kie, he’s so cute.” You groan, laying back down.

“Who’s so cute?” John B asks, pulling himself up on the side of the boat to look at you.

You blush, “No one.”

He nods, “Okay…” He slowly disappears off the side of the boat but then there’s a splash of water, splattering water onto you and Kie. Both of you shriek, “John B!”

You hear him laughing and lean over the side to see him floating in the water smirking, “Oops.”

“I see how it is.” You stand up, “I’m so getting you back for that.” You then cannonball into the water, next to him, splashing water into his face. When you surface, he’s right there floating next to you, you blush, “Not cool John B.”

He’s staring back at you with a smile, “Sorry.”

Suddenly, there’s more splashes beside the two of you as the rest of the pogues jump in, ruining the moment between you and John B, or at least what you think might have been a moment. You silently curse the rest of the pogues, damn them for ruining the moment.

At the end of the day, you guys are docked back at the Chateau. JJ jumps off the boat and onto the dock, helping Pope tie off the boat. You lean over and set your stuff on the dock and go to step on the dock, but a hand shoots out in front of you. You look up to see John B on the dock, holding his hand out to you, “Here.”

“Thank you.” You blush, taking his hand. He helps you onto the dock and grabs your bag for you. John B watches the rest of the pogues walk in front, you and John B falling behind, “Hey y/n?”

“Yes, John B?”

You can see a blush creep up on his face, “Would you want to come over tomorrow for dinner? And maybe you could teach me how to make those cookies?”

You smile and nod, “Sure.”

He flashes a smile, “Okay great. Let’s say 4 o clock?”

“It’s a date.” You lean up and kiss his cheek before taking your bag from him and head toward Kie who’s waiting at her car for you. “I left the rest of the cookies in your cooler!” You call out to him. He smiles to himself. This time he gets the girl, not JJ.

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