#i just looked at jb's lab partner dead in the eye and went 'he's gonna say he gets it five more times before he actually does' like it's

[poguesofthebau]

hiiii okay so i'm a capricorn and i'm 5'6ish and i have long brown hair and green eyes and im pale! i like swimming, going to the beach, going to the movies, going for drives umm and i'm very shy 👉🏼👈🏼but i can be firey when it comes down to it bc im very stubborn and a little opinionated and i dont take shit from anyone. but i love with my whole heart and im very affectionate and i love love laughing so much and making people laugh and making sure ppl are comfortable! hope thats enough info!

i ship you with john b!! (honorary mention: pope definitely had a phat crush on you when you first came into the group, but like one of those short-lived, week-long friend crushes if ya know what i mean)

[ev’s pre-blurb rant about john b: okay this may just be my brain making jb into a better character than he actually is, but i feel like he is such a social butterfly, and even though he sucks a lot of the time i see him as super family (friend, in his case) oriented. before the whole treasure hunt, we hear him talk about all of his friends in such an intimate, loving way, and like, the guy’s whole summer goal was to have a good time all the time. seriously, he has to be kinda nice when he’s not adamantly searching for some fuckn treasure. but also like the dude’s dad is dead so give him a break he was in denial, okay?? but yeah i just feel like there’s kind of a lot of john b hate around here so i thought i would clarify my feelings abt the mans before i dove into this]

i feel like you would be that girl that john b always knew. like, even before jj, there was you. maybe your dads were friends, or your mom helped big john out right after jb’s mom left or something like that, but you probably wouldn’t remember the first time you really ever met him-- you just always knew each other. it wasn’t until his dad went missing, though, that you two would get really close. before, you’d smile at each other from across the hall at school, and if you were in the same science class he would ask you to be lab partners. but most of the time, your interactions were limited, and your relationship was simply acquaintances. once you heard about his dad, though, it would be your natural response to have to check in on him. you’d drop down next to him in class the first day he showed up after the news broke, and the look in his eye would absolutely break your heart. he was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and even though he put up that facade for 9 months, you knew that he knew. big john was gone, and he might never come back. maybe he wasn’t necessarily dead, but he wasn’t with john b, and that was enough to cause an inexplicable pain.

so you’d start going over to his house after school to drop off his assignments, because you knew sometimes he couldn’t ignore the really big swells that happened after lunch and wound up missing history and maybe a few math classes. you brought him homework a couple of times, and then one day he asked you to stay a bit longer to help him out with the history paper you both had due the next day. while you were sitting on the couch reading the essay, jj barged in without warning, eyes widening when he spotted you in his spot. “jb... did you know there’s a girl on your couch?” you would immediately jab back, barely making eye contact with him before going back to editing. “nice to see you, too, jj. maybe i should read your paper next-- that is, if you even have it written yet.” john b chuckled at the interaction, strolling back over to you and dropping down on the cushion next to you. when he picked up another notebook, jj squinted at the two of you in disbelief and slight confusion. “are you guys... are you doing homework?”

“yes, j,” john b would sigh, half of him wishing his friend would shut up, and the other half wishing he would leave altogether. “we are doing homework.” when john b went back to what jj [barely] recognized as pre-calc, jj stood there for a few more seconds, dumbfounded, before spinning on his heel and going into the guest room. hearing some rustling from the room, you looked up to find john b already glancing at you. “whatever he’s about to do... i apologize in advance.” you smiled, shaking your head and going back to his paper once again. a few moments later, jj walked back into the room, arms full of notebooks, papers, and books, while his mouth held two highlighters, a mechanical pencil, and a blue pen. he would plop down in front of you, spitting out his writing utensils and dropping his books before looking hopefully at you. “i got some homework to do, too. i fucking hate this shit. but i would also like to graduate some day. help?”

after another look was exchanged between you and john b, you smiled at jj and leaned forward to ruffle up his hair. “sure, buddy. i’ll help ya out.” he groaned at the affection, but started flipping through worksheets anyway. john b finally choked out a surprised sound, knowing it usually took much more to get jj engaged in anything educational. “you’re gonna be a real good thing for us, aren’t you?” with one last smile, you nodded and returned to his paper. it wouldn’t be the last thing you did with the pogues, or the last thing you did for john b.