#smiles so wide you can see them in this five pixel gif

[smimon]

^^

[baby-bearie]

no regrets

a lot of almost john b x reader, but ends with jj x reader

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a/n: this will be the first of three imagines i’m going to post tonight so i’m sorry about the tags all my mutuals are going to get lol. i know i’m annoying but i had these fully written and edited. two of them will be shorter then normal, but the third will be mildly long.

You never actually met John B. He was just always there. 

His dad had been your mom’s best friend. John B’s mom had him around the same time your mom had you, so you practically grew up together. You did everything together, and basically the whole Cut had been convinced for your whole childhood that eventually, the two of you would get married one day. 

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that sometimes, late at night, lying awake in your bed you didn’t think maybe it could work out. Maybe you could be happy with John B.

He was sweet. And pretty cute for a boy your age. And he knew you better than your whole family combined. 

But you didn’t love him. You didn’t even like him like that. And you knew that you never would. 

Because since you learned what love was, you’ve only loved one boy. 

You actually remember when you met JJ. It was in John B’s house, where you went every single day after school. It was the 3rd grade, and you had missed the bus waiting for John B. When you finally went to his house to chew him out, you found JJ too. 

One lopsided smile and you were a goner. 

The three of you became a force to be reckoned with. You made a pact with them. No regrets. 

Right now, you were regretting letting your friends into your house.  

They knocked again on your bedroom door. 

“Why are you locking your door? What do you need to be doing in there that this door is locked?” JJ yelled, making you roll your eyes. 

“I don’t know, how about changing?” You hollered back at him. 

“She’s lying, there’s probably a guy in there,” John B laughed, before adding, “or are there like 5?”

“Remind me to beat you up later.” “As if Y/n would ever be with anybody other than her future prince, Prince John B.” 

JJ’s high pitched introduction of Prince John B doesn’t make you laugh, but it gets one from John. 

You skip a beat for a second, always disappointed that JJ still thinks you’d ever like John B like that. 

“Hey, what’s taking you guys forever?” You hear Kiara’s voice from behind the door. 

“Ms. Routledge is taking forever. Ask her.” 

Kiara rolls her eyes but knocks on the door. “Y/n, it’s already nearly 12. John B can barely drive as it is, how much better do you think he’ll be in the dark?” 

You open the door to the cheers of your friends, who shove you past the snack bags you wanted to bring and out the door. 

The plan tonight is to head out to the Boneyard. No party or anything, just the five of you chilling out there. 

Kiara is completely right. 

John B sucks at driving, and he’s even worse when it’s dark out. 

You make it there in one piece, and you pull out a folding lawn chair for yourself. You came prepared.

You still weren’t prepared for John B to crash into it the moment you set it down. 

“Dude, outta my chair,” you groan. “Come on, we’ll split it,” he bargains, and you agree, crashing into the tiny space he’s allotted to you, and throwing your legs over the side of the chair. 

You completely miss the way JJ flinches. 

Pope suggests a game of truth or dare, and the rest of you agree. 

Questions are passed around,  and eventually it’s your 5th or 6th turn. 

Pope rubs his hands together. “Alright, Y/n, if you were being forced to date a pogue, who would it be?”

Kiara and John B boo at Pope’s question, saying it’s already obvious. JJ is silent, his eyes are locked on your face. He’s waiting for you to say something. 

Your mouth opens without thinking, and you realize that the name about to come out of your mouth is JJ’s. You backtrack for a second, and later than you should’ve, reply with, “John B, of course. Who else?” 

JJ nods, and he suddenly seems to find the sand in front of him very interesting. 

It’s early morning now, and Kiara, JJ and Pope are laying on the shoreline. You and John B have remained in your singular seat. 

He pokes your side. 

“So, when were you going to tell me?” 

You snap your gaze away from JJ and up at your friend. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me you’d date me.” He smiles. 

“Figured you’d already know, apparently everybody but us does.” 

“So, you for sure love me? You know, like that?” 

You hesitate, but tell him yes. You don’t know why. You tell yourself this is who you’re meant to be, but you just lied to John B to end up here. 

“Well, I love you , like that. Maybe we should be dating.” 

Your eyes are wide now. You didn’t expect this response. Not at all. You’d thought maybe he’d take it slow. 

“And you can come live with me permanently, and we can do all the dating things- “Okay, fine, I don’t.” 

“Don’t?” John B’s smile is peaceful and that’s how you know he’s toying with you. 

“I don’t love you. Not like that.” 

“There she is. What did you think you were doing, trying to lie to me like that. As if I don’t know the way you rub your nose when you lie.” You gasp. “ I do not!” 

“You just did!” You both laugh, but when it dies down, John B has become solemn again. 

“I know you really well, Y/n. And I know something’s been off about you and I recently. Is something up?”

“Well, there’s this guy- “Who?” 

“What?” “Well, if you’re leaving me for some guy I want to know who it is.” He laughs at your confused expression. 

“I can’t really tell you.” “Y/n, that’s basically code for ‘you know him’. Who is it?” 

For the slightest second, the thinnest sliver of time, your eyes dart over to JJ. 

“No fucking way.” John B’s voice is coated in disbelief. “JJ?”

You groan, covering your face with your palms. “Fuck you and your weird ability to read me.”

“JJ? Our JJ? Since when?” John’s voice is a mixture of surprise and sadness. 

“Since like 9 years ago.” You don’t take your face from your hands. You don’t want to see the look on John B’s face. 

“Well, shit. Does he know?” 

“No,” you watch JJ laugh at something Kiara said. He catches your eye and salutes you, then makes a heart sign at the two of you.  “And you can’t tell him!” You look at John now, grabbing his shoulder for emphasis. 

“My lips are sealed, Ms. Maybank.” “Shut up.”

You both sit in silence, taking in the fact that John B finally knows, and he doesn’t hate you for it. 

“John B?” 

“Hmm?”

“Did you mean what you said?” A realization dawns upon you suddenly. “Do you love me?” 

John B nods, smiling softly. His eyes are sad and your mouth parts. You didn’t know you’d hurt him like this.

“I do love you. I have. But, I think a good chunk of me always knew you weren’t mine to love.” 

You rest your head on his chest now. You feel like you’re going to cry. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve someone who will love you. I’m sorry I can’t give you that.” 

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. No regrets, right? You deserve someone you love, too. You’re welcome for this, by the way.” John B stands up, forcing you up too. Before you can comprehend what he just said, he calls out to the others. 

“Kiara, Pope, let me give you a ride home. You, stay here and I’ll be back in like 15 minutes for you. You have some talking to do.” John B winks at you before following Kiara and Pope towards the van. 

You turn to look at JJ who looks rather confused. “What was that all about?”

“Uh, J, I need to talk to you.” 

JJ’s face twists into one of concern. 

“J, I, shit, I love you.” You blurt out. No regrets. 

“What?” JJ’s voice comes out high and squeaky. His eyebrows are high, his eyes are wide and he looks like someone just told him mermaids were real. 

“I love you,” you repeat, quieter this time. You hear no response from JJ, and when you look at him, you’re instead met by a kiss. 

He rushes into it, cupping your face in both hands. You pull away, studying his face. 

Is this real? His eyes stare right back into yours. This is real. 

You kiss him again, and it feels so freeing, better than you ever imagined it would be. 

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He breathes out. 

“No regrets?” You smile. 

“No regrets.”