A foot in both worlds, that was the only way to describe Y/N. But attending the Kook Academy and being invited to benefits at the Golf Club wasn’t that appealing to a Pogue.
Y/N would much prefer to spend her days sun bathing with Kie, debating around the bonfire with Pope, driving the HMS Pogue through the Marsh with John B and doing just about anything with JJ.
But love is hard at the best of times, especially in the midst of a treasure hunt.
Summary: Based on ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ by Shawn Mendes
Word count: 1,139
Warnings: none
You looked up at the angel that laid with you in bed. His soft snores escaped his mouth as he held you close to him. You hated to admit it, but you felt safe in his arms. He looked so frail, so peaceful, everything felt like something good could come out of it.
You went to move your hands to stretch, but his hand was interlocked with yours. Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles, your free hand traced small shapes on his bare chest.
His body was radiating warmth, your legs intertwined. You felt safe, comfortable, like you were home. You could hear his heartbeat faintly beating through his chest. It was an oddly satisfying sound.
You looked at your hand that was locked with his, and lightly played with the tips of his fingers. Then you noticed how large his hand was compared to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel like your hands connected like a puzzle.
Your heart began to hurt at what she was doing. You made a promise to him last night that you were going to break. But what else would happen? What would you say? 'hey, we had sex last night and I loved every moment I spent with you. I don’t want to leave but I can’t get attached, you’ll just get harassed for sleeping with a Kook.’
Your eyes traveled to his lips that were still a bit plump from last night. You felt a small tingling sensation on your lips. Your eyes then drifted to his closed eyes. His long eyelashes lightly laid on his upper cheeks.
Your thoughts took you back to when he looked you right in his eyes when you came undone. That’s an image you could never get rid of. The breath you let out was a bit shaky, causing him to move a bit. His arm around your shoulders pulled you towards him, a soft sigh left his lips as he smiled a little bit.
Your free hand brushed across his cheek bone, admiring the softness and smoothness of his skin, trying to count how many freckles you could see. How was it so perfect?
Your eyes started to tear up, you didn’t want to do this to him. He deserved so much better. God, it hasn’t even been 24 hours with him and you already have gotten attached. Mindlessly, your hand gently made its way through your hair, enjoying the last few minutes with the best guy you have ever met.
After staring at him for what seemed like forever, you knew you had to do this before it was too late. You lifted his arm off your shoulders and immediately replaced your body with the pillow you were laying on.
You scattered around and quickly put the clothes you borrowed back on and debated if you should really go. You knew you couldn’t stay any longer, you would get in the way of his life. You can’t do that to him, he has so much to look forward to in his life. You found a napkin and grabbed a pen that was on his desk and scribbled “I’m so so sorry” on it.
Placing the napkin on his bedside dresser, you gave him one last kiss on his cheek. As you backed away, you kept repeating to yourself that you were just another girl, it wouldn’t matter. You were a Kook and he was a Pogue, nothing would end well for either of you if word got out.
You grabbed your belongings, including your clothes and walked out of his house. You couldn’t look back, because you knew if you did, you would go running back into his arms. Slowly, you walked down the street to the nearest Starbucks and called an uber to get a ride home. You sat down at a table with your head in your hands. You felt as though you were such a bitch, you couldn’t believe you did that.
You made yourself sick. 'He deserves so much better.’ You kept repeating those words constantly. The uber arrives and you greet him, getting into the car. He drove to your street in silence as you only thought one thing, 'he won’t remember you. You’re just a one-night stand.'
The drive to your street was silent, with the driver asking a question every now and then. Becoming uninterested, you leaned your head against the window. Your thumbs fiddled together, guilt slowly eating at you.
“Miss? Are you alright?” The polite driver asked you, “yeah, just didn’t get a lot of sleep.” He nodded his head and laughed. “I know the feeling.” You licked your lips, the taste of mint still somehow lingered.
As he pulled up to the street, you thanked him and exited the car. Walking down the street, you trotted up the driveway. You pulled out the keys, immediately unlocking the front door. As soon as you walked in, you flung the keys at the table and yelled, “what is wrong with me?!”
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The sun beamed through the window, brightening the room. The room itself was warm, but the space next to John B was cold. Squinting his eyes, he got up and closed the blinds. He turned around to greet Y/N, but was greeted by an empty space and crumpled sheets.
He got a sudden feeling of isolation as his eyes scanned the empty bedroom. The clothes he lent you were gone, your own clothes were gone. The only thing left of you was the smell of your perfume that lingered on the bed sheets.
Taking a deep breath, he walked down into the kitchen to see if you were making breakfast like you said you would.
Stepping down the stairs, he quickly looked and saw no sign of you. “She left?” He asked no one but himself. Devastated, unwanted, rejected. That’s what he felt. How could you do that? Act like you were into him, only to leave without a trace. He thought the feeling was mutual.
He thought the two of you could’ve been more than just a one night stand. There was just something about you, something that made him feel complete in some way. Sighing in defeat, he ran his hand through his hair. Walking back into his room, he plopped myself on his bed.
He went to reach for his phone when a note on a napkin caught his eye. “I’m so so sorry.” Was all it said. He stared at the piece of crumpled paper as he took it all in. Leading him on then just tossing him away. He had a gut feeling that you were different, he guessed he was wrong.
He leaned backwards, resting against the soft bed. His eyes stared at the spinning ceiling fan, only one word was on his mind, “why?”
Summary: Based on ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ by Shawn Mendes.
Word count: 2,360
Warnings: PURE SMUT! Grinding, oral sex (male receiving and female receiving), fingering, slight choking kink, bandana kink, small praising/ good girl kink, protected sex.
You straddled John B’s lap as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands trailing up the small of your back, giving you goosebumps. He gripped your hips as he easily flipped you underneath him.
Your lips danced with each other’s, every piece of your mouth’s were explored by each other’s tongue. He lightly sucked on your already swollen bottom lip. His hand trailed up your chest, skimming your breasts as it made its way up to your neck. His fingertips applied pressure on the side of your neck, earning him a moan of pleasure which aroused John B.
He swiftly ran his tongue along your collarbone as he breathed heavily. “Lay back,” you demanded. He laid back, his eyes showing hunger for you. You crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist. You dipped your head down towards his neck, lips hovered over him, warm breath hitting his skin. His hands massaged your butt, guiding it to grind down on him.
You planted a small kiss on his neck, enjoying the small shudder he released at the overwhelming feeling of your clothes area rubbing against his. Peppering small kisses around his chest and neck, you found his sweet spot. As soon as your lips attached to it, he let out a moan at the contact.
That sound. That sound immediately made your core ache for his touch, wanting to just rip his clothes off he enjoyed the feeling of your lips attached to his neck. Harshly sucking on the area, you soothed it, running her tongue gently across the mark.
You placed kisses from his shoulders to his neck, your lips and tongue lightly traced his jawline. You two could hear both of your heartbeats racing against time. One of his hands held your waist as the other continued to guide your lower half across his covered cock. You quickly pulled away from him and stood up, ignoring your whimper at the loss of his touch, your eyes never breaking contact.
You reached down and pulled his shirt off your torso, exposing the maroon laced bra you luckily wore. His eyes roamed to your chest, while yours looked at the large tent forming in his boxers. After taking his shorts off, you were left only in the bra and matching underwear. He admired the way your curves looked. His eyes were gentle, yet looked like they wanted every piece of you.
You couldn’t help but blush at this small gesture. John B bit his lower lip as he wondered how lucky he got with you. Not for your looks, but for your personality. He stood up, making his way towards you. His hands touched your now naked skin, rubbing down your shoulders and towards your back.
“So beautiful,” he whispered under his breath, earning a small blush from you. You leaned up towards him, your soft lips ghosting his, mumbling “you’re wearing too much clothes.” Your hands wandered around his body, lightly tugging at the end of his shirt. He quickly pulled his shirt off, showing his broad chest.
His hands stroked down your arms and stopped at the hands, carefully taking yours in his. He gave your hands a small squeeze, asking if you wanted to continue. Instantly, you gave him a nod, a smile rising to both your faces. He’s gentle, he’s caring, he’s handsome. 'God he’s gonna be the death of me.’ You thought to yourself.
You got down on your knees, fingers teasing at his waistband. You could feel his entire body tense up as you placed a solid kiss at his v-line. For a moment you could swear he stopped breathing as he stared down at you. John B’s stomach flipped at your soft touch. He didn’t know how but he was jello under your touch. Maybe it was your eyes or the way your mouth and hands worked, but something just got to him.
You tilted your eyes up, an innocent smile on your face as your fingers slowly pulled down his pants. He stepped out of them, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn’t help but get tingly down there as he stared down at you. Eye contact was such an intimate thing for you. You gently rubbed him through the fabric of his boxers, being proud as you felt him melt into your touch. Your eyes flickered up at him, he already had his head back, his jawline filled with small marks you gracefully left.
You rubbed him for a few more seconds before deciding he’s had enough. Looping your fingers around his waistband, you pulled them down to his ankles. His erected cock sprang up, bouncing around a bit. Suddenly your mouth felt like it had gotten dry, but another area of you was soaking wet.
You listened to his breath hitch when you grabbed his shaft. You flattened your tongue out, licking along the side of his cock.
He moaned in pleasure as he tangled his hands in your hair. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you began to take more of him in.
You focused your eyes on him as you pushed herself forward, his tip hitting the back of the throat. The way he withered under your touch. The way he moaned your name. The way he would lick his lips and watch you please him. “Fuck Y/N.” John B groaned, his fingers gathering a bundle of your hair.
“Just like that.” He mumbled as you began to bob her head up and down. “Fuck. That pretty little mouth of yours is gonna make me cum.” His words encouraged you as you grabbed the back of his thighs to steady yourself.
He held your head in place as he began to thrust into your mouth. Looking up to see his face beginning to scrunch up, he was signalling he was close to releasing himself.
“That’s it, fuck.” he moaned, swinging his hips front to back. Your hands pumped the area you couldn’t fit, his low grunts and moans were music to your ears.
Your hand reached down into your underwear, gently swirling your ring finger and middle finger on your clit. His eyes averted from your mouth to your hand, his head falling back, neck vein popping out and throbbing.
He held your head in place as his other hand reached around, entangling itself into your hair. He let out hisses as he released himself in your mouth, his chest heaving heavily as you licked his tip clean. You stood back up, your lips pressing together as if your lives depended on it. Your lips molded like a puzzle, with each move was a new completed piece.
His hands reached behind you and unclipped the bra, leaving you only in the underwear. He gently kneaded your breasts with both hands, his lips making small nips at your neck. “John B.” You moaned out when he found your sweet spot. He let out a hushed, almost animalistic growl as he pushed you backwards onto the bed.
His fingers hooked into your underwear and roughly pulled them down. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He gaped, looking at your center. “Wait, I want to try something.” He said, standing up from his spot. He grabbed onto a bandana from his dresser, walking towards you. “Can I blindfold you?"
You thought for a moment before nodding your head. "Let me know if you need me to stop or take it off of you.” He said softly, trying the fabric around your eyes. You nodded your head, grinning after he gave you a reassuring kiss. You felt him get back into the position he was originally in before. You felt him place delicate kisses along your thighs, creeping up slowly to your core.
“Please John B-” you were about to beg, only to stop yourself as soon as he licked a flat strip along your folds. You squirm underneath his touch, letting out a moan as his tongue flicked your sensitive numb. He lapped up your juices, holding your pelvis down with his hands, restraining you from moving too much.
He pulled away from your core, his fingers collecting your juices on his fingers before letting a drop of spit fall onto your folds. He inserted his index and middle finger into you before you could blink. He was pumping them in and out at a rapid pace, please with himself as he held open your thighs that were attempting to shut. “That’s a good girl, you like it when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you?” He asked, picking up the pace.
All of a sudden he stopped his hand, you sighed loudly, slowly feeling a building sensation in your stomach. He waited a moment before moving only the tips of his fingers, curling them up and brushing against your G-spot. You bit your tongue when he used his thumb to apply pressure on your clit.
“Come on baby, you’re almost there.” John B praised before reaching down and adding his tongue to your pleasure. His tongue slithered between your folds, grinning against your skin as your fingers latched onto the hairs on his head. You clenched around his fingers, releasing yourself of the pent up feeling. Your chest heaved up and down as your vision spotted.
“That’s my good girl.” He grinned, reaching up to kiss you so you could taste yourself. His hand reached up behind your head, untying the bandana from your eyes, he pulled away from you, “Seeing you squirm under my touch was one of the fucking hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He leaned in and gave you another kiss before lying you back down on the bed.
He quickly rolled on a condom he had pulled from his dresser. He teasingly rubbed his cock up and down your slit as you attempted to catch your breath. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling his face close to yours. The two of you smiled as you shared a kiss, which was something new compared to the other guys you had been with. The guys before were just quick, and wanted what they wanted. But John B, God he was so different.
He kissed you with ease, with more passion than before. You needed him more than ever as his hands roamed your body. His lips never left yours as he guided himself into you. You moaned into his mouth as he hunched over, gripping your hips as he swayed back and forth. Your back arching every time he hit your spot. His hand reconnected with your throat, pushing you to use your nails to scratch down his back, surely leaving marks.
“Fuck you feel so good.” John B groaned. He wasn’t going at a fast pace which surprised you. It was a soothing pace, making sure to pull out a bit before thrusting himself back in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slowly slammed his hips into you, applying more pressure to your throat.
His other hand roamed to your chest, his thumb and index finger softly pinched at your nipples. Your eyes widened when an idea popped into your head. “John B, stop.” He immediately pulled out and released your throat, a worried look on his face. “Did I do something wrong? Was the-” you cut him off, “I want to ride you.” His mouth dropped open a bit as he tried to speak. He only nodded as he laid on his back. You straddled over him, using your hand to guide his cock back into you.
The position was something new you were trying, but the feeling of it was something you found a new love for. His hands were firmly placed on your hips, holding you down as you started to rock back and forth. John B let out a deep moan as you whimpered, admiring the contact you were making with him. He forced his head against the pillows as his fingers dug into your skin. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are.” He smirked, his eyes burning into yours as you saw the beads of sweat start to form on his forehead.
“I could get used to this view.” John B joked, you dipped your head back down and laughed a bit. “You and me both.” “Holy shit” left your mouth as he pushed you down against his hips, thrusting himself into you. You leaned forward, wanting to try something else. Your hand wrapped around his throat, feeling his cock clench inside of you as you applied pressure. “Who knew John B had a choking kink.” You laughed before moaning as he lifted his hip from the mattress, colliding with yours. The only sounds anyone could hear at the moment were your moans and the sound of your skin being forced together.
“Y/N” your name rolled off his tongue as you grind your hips against his fast thrusts. A string of curse words slipped out of your mouth when his fingers were back to playing with your clit. You lightly squeezed his throat again, his thrusts got much faster, making your toes curl, getting a warm feeling in your stomach. You felt his cock twitch, signalling he was ready too.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you tilted your head back in pleasure. His hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Open those eyes, I want to see you come undone." You clenched around him and released yourself, using one of your hands to hold onto his bicep that kept you from falling over. "John B!” You moaned out, which was followed by another string of curse words. His cock twitched inside of you, as your toes curled and legs clenched.
He slowed down his pace before pulling out of you. You fell next to him as you panted, your warm breaths mixed together, your sweaty skin stuck to one another. You smiled when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You cuddled against him, leaving a tiny kiss right on his neck before closing your eyes, your hand resting on his chest.
Summary: A series based on ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ by Shawn Mendes.
Word count: 1,389
Warnings: underaged drinking (lmk if I missed anything else.
You sat on a tree stump at the beach, by yourself only having a red solo cup in your hand. Your new friend had invited you to come join her at this party, but you soon realized she either didn’t show up, or ditched you for someone else.
You told yourself you would go interact with people after you had finished your first drink, but the closer you got to finishing it the more nervous you got. Hearing a harsh sloshing sound coming towards you, you looked up to see an attractive brunette boy, walking towards you with the keg in his hands. You furrowed your eyebrows together as he plopped it in the sand right in front of you.
“You did not just carry a whole keg to me.” You laughed as the boy sat next to you. “ I had to do something. You look absolutely miserable and I can tell you’re dreading the fact that you’d probably go socialize even though you don’t want to.” He grinned, pointing down to your empty cup. “Am I right?” You chuckled as you watched him pour you another drink.
Your eyes flickered up to him and you took in his appearance. He had a blue bandana around his neck, fluffy and shiny brunette hair, a soft smile on his lips. He had a button down shirt with only the last few buttons done. He was fairly tan and ripped underneath his shirt. His hair was wavy, with small curls on the ends of the tips. His eyes were brown as the shadows, but like honey in the lights.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself, his large hand gripped your small one. “John B.”
“So why are you here all alone? You look like the type to have a lot of friends.” You smiled at his words, watching as John B ran his hands through his hair, a smile on his face. He noticed how gorgeous you were, which lured him towards you when he saw you alone. “I moved here about a week ago and I made friends with this one girl Camille and she told me I should come tonight but she kinda just… never showed up.” You purse your lips, taking another sip from your drink.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Screw her, you got a better friend now!” John B grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You nodded as you gently leaned into his touch. “And an attractive one.” You mumbled as his jaw jokingly dropped. “You think I’m attractive?” He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. You pulled away from his grasp, your heart racing at the sound of his laugh.
The joking tone immediately turned tense as John B took in how beautiful you really were. “I uh- would you wanna get out of here?” He offered. You nodded your head, letting John B lead you by the hand to his vehicle.
The ride back to his house was short, the two of you chatting about yourselves and things you liked. He pulled into his yard, putting the van to a stop. As he escorted you out of the vehicle, he grabbed your hand in his, leading you to the front door.
John B invited you into his house, which already gave you a warm welcome. “Welcome to Casa De John B. Also known as the chateau." He laughed as he spread his arms out, presenting his residence. "It’s so… homey in here” you smiled. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” JB smiled, tapping on the doorway frame.
“Sorry for the mess, I made pancakes earlier and forgot to clean up.” He mumbled, mentally cursing at himself for not fixing up his house.
You rested against the counter, “I make the best pancakes ever.” You proudly spoke. He raised his eyebrows as a smirk danced across his lips.
“I guess you’ll have to make them for me in the morning.” You turned your head toward the floor, hoping he wouldn’t catch the pink color on your cheeks. “I promise that you will be able to taste the most amazing pancakes tomorrow morning.” You leaned forward and adjusted your shirt that was slowly riding up.
John B noticed you were uncomfortable and offered you a pair of clothes. “I would really appreciate that.” He walked into his room and returned a minute later with a t-shirt and shorts.
“The bathroom is down the hall to the right, when you’re done I’ll be in the backyard.” You nodded and walked to the bathroom. Tugging the shorts and tank top off your body, you slipped on his large shirt and shorts.
You folded up the clothes, leaving them on the seat by the kitchen island and walked towards the backyard. John B, too had changed into a more comfortable outfit. He was setting up wood in a fire pit.
He looked up when he heard you rustling in the grass, his smile instantly glowed in the night. “I was thinking we could look at the stars, if that’s alright. I don’t want to sound too cliche-”
You stopped him mid sentence, “I love star gazing.” Smiling, he nodded his head towards a large hammock that was tied between two trees. Getting the hint, you climbed in and watched him finish setting up the wood. He used a lighter to ignite the wood, your eyes were drawn to his hands that for some reason you found attractive.
He walked over to the hammock and laid himself next to you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders. Your body instinctively leaned towards him. Your arm was draped across his stomach, head on his chest allowing you to hear his rather fast heartbeat. There was something blissful about the surroundings.
You could hear the firewood crackling, the crickets in the nearby bushes, the sounds of small waves echoed by the dock. You could hear his shallow breath as he exhaled through his nose. His heartbeat remained at a fast pace the entire time.
You two stayed like that for a bit, just relaxing in the night. You looked up at John B, noticing his face was beaming. He turned his head down towards you, his eyes staring into yours. “The stars are reflecting and shimmering in your eyes, and I can’t help but be attracted to that.”
His eyes flickered from yours, down to your lips. You two both began slowly inching forward, he propped himself up on his elbow. He leaned his head down and attached his lips to yours.
To begin with, it was a soft, subtle kiss, just to see how it was. Neither of you wanted to pull away, you didn’t want it to end. However, at some point you both slowly pulled away and admired the look in each other’s eyes. You guys knew you both wanted each other, and there was nothing holding you back.
He reconnected your lips with his, dancing with hers, as if you had practiced a specific routine hundreds of times.
His tongue licked across your bottom lip, begging for access to the rest of your mouth. You granted him permission as his tongue fought with yours. John B pulled away for a moment to adjust himself to get more comfortable.
But the hammock that held you had different plans. As he was about to kiss you again, the hammock flipped around, knocking you both to the ground. You hid your face in your hands, giggling like you were on top of the world, cause that’s how you felt.
John B was next to you, his face buried in the grass, he was laughing with you at the mishap. He flipped his head up, looking at you, crinkles by his eyes indicated he was smiling.
Whenever he smiled you felt like the world was a better place. Like even though there’s so much bad around, there’s always going to be safety with him. In that one action, you felt like you have seen every inch of his kind, pure hearted soul.
Running your hand through his hair, you two laid there for a bit, your lips still tingling from his touch. “Wanna go inside?” He asked, leaning his head into the palm of your hand. You smiled at him, nodding your head yes.
Summary: Friends with benefits; Two friends who trust each other enough to engage in sexual activity without fear of hurting the other’s feelings.
Word count: 1,912
Warnings: Mentions fwb, sex, and underage drinking.
You rested on your stomach, textbook in front of you as John B joined your side. You two had been chosen to be partners for a Chemistry class project, but neither of you two had actually paid enough attention to figure out what you two we’re doing.
You guys sat in silence for a minute before you exhaled loudly. “What’s with the sigh?” You ground loudly, flipping yourself over and laying on your back.
“It’s my senior year. I should be out in the world not giving a single fuck about anything, but I’m stressed out of my mind and I have no clue how to get rid of it.” You ranted, grabbing the nearest pillow and screaming into it. John B looked at you with a confused look. “What? I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.” He said, earning a smack from the pillow.
“Therapy?” “Tried.” “Painting?” “Tried.” “Going to the gym?” “Ha! You’re fucking funny.” John B remained quiet for a second before coming up with something. “Have you tried just hooking up with someone? You know, like a friends with benefits type thing."
Your head snapped up from it’s spot as you stared at the boy with a dumbfounded look. "I’m sorry?” “Well it’s just, if you need to release tension, shit like that helps a lot.” John B said as he suddenly felt idiotic for bringing the idea up. You sat there for a moment, trying to process his words. “Okay but even if I wanted to I don’t know who would even want to."
John B’s index finger pointed to his face as you observed his gesture. "Really?and why would you want to be friends with benefits?” “I get stressed too, I help you out, you help me out.” You considered his offer for a moment before agreeing on his idea.
“Okay. But we have to make a guideline.” You negotiated, ripping out a piece of paper from the notebook. Now it was John B’s turn to roll his eyes.
“First rule, we do not tell a single soul about this.” You said, grabbing your pen and scribbling the words down. “Okay, okay. Second rule, we call each other whenever we need a release. Whenever and wherever.” “No hooking up with anyone else unless either of us get
a boyfriend/girlfriend.” He thought aloud.
You nodded your head, writing his words down quickly. “And the last one,” you two looked at each other as you spoke in unison, “no feelings.” You held the pen out towards him, giving you a questioning look. “What? We gotta make this shit official."
John B let out a chuckle as he took the pen from your hand and scribbled his name. Returning the pen to you, he adjusted himself so he was resting against the headboard. You quickly signed it, closing the notebook shut.
John B sighed softly before looking at youm "You stressed?” You quickly rose up from your spot, your legs resting on both sides of him as you straddled his lap. “You have no idea.” His hands trailed up your back, one hand staying on your thigh and gently rubbing it. The other was wrapped tightly around your waist.
Your lips met halfway, he sighed in relief at the feeling of someone else’s lips. The kiss was fierce and rushed, both of you wasting no time in getting your stress out.
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You guys had this ‘relationship’ going for the last 5 months. Almost every other day you called each other. It was an odd thing for you to do. You had done it before in the past, but sex with John B was something else. There were nights where the type would change, he would take control for most of the time. Angry sex, sex in the living room, car sex, anything he wanted to do, you two did.
However, as time went on the feelings John B had began to change. He wanted to spend more time with you, and not just hook up. He wanted to find out more things about you, watch movies with you, be able to kiss you in public whenever he wanted. The at first sloppy sex slowly morphed into passionate sex. He noticed and it scared him shitless. He loved every moment he spent with you and he didn’t want that to change.
He was mad at himself. That was the third rule and he broke it. He never expected it to happen, but when it did it slapped him right across the face.
You two were lying there naked, sheets covering your bare chests. You were fast asleep, your body facing him. He took in the tiny details about you, everything that he could. How sometimes your eyelashes flutter. How you’ll snore sometimes. How he rests his hand on your cheek and you unknowingly lean into his touch. He buried this hole too deep and he can’t get out.
You both were currently at your friend Angela’s party, drunk teens were horribly dancing in the living room, couples were hooking up in the bedrooms and bathrooms. John B was drinking a shot of vodka as he saw you walk by, a red plastic solo cup in your hand. “Hey Routledge!” You winked at the boy who shyly drank from his cup.
A classmate of his walked up to John B, “Hey, what’s with you and that Y/L/N chick?” The boy asked, nudging John B’s shoulders. He smirked at his classmate leaning closer to him, “we’re friends with benefits!” John B exclaimed, clearly tipsy and not knowing the words that are spilling out of his mouth.
The classmate smirked at the intoxicated teen, giving JB a high five, congratulating him. You were out in the backyard enjoying the night sky with Sarah Cameron.you two were laughing after watching someone run and fall into the pool.
The fun was quickly ruined as the classmate stood in front of you guys. “So Y/N, I heard you help release stress from my good old friend John B. How about you help me out?” Your face dropped in shock, the cup falling from your hand. “I’m sorry?” You asked, pretending not to understand what he was talking about.
“Oh yeah. But real shit, whenever I need something I’ll give you a call.” The boy sent you a wink before licking his lower lip and walking away. You stared at the ground in shock. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.” You admitted.
You stomped out of the backyard and out of the house. Stares, comments and giggles were all you noticed as you made your way through the crowded rooms. Making way to your car, you opened the door and slammed it shut. Your fists pounded down onto the steering wheel, accidentally punching the horn. You crossed your arms and leaned against the wheel. Your head fell against your arms as tears stung your eyes. You were furious at John B, but you were also angry with yourself.
During the time you had been sleeping with John B, you also began to realize how your heart would race a mile a minute with him, even before the physical contact. You had been trying to deny the feelings, 'it’s just sex’ you repeated to yourself over and over after every session. But to you it was something else, and that scared you.
You sped down down the road, the lights blurring from the tears, your cheeks and nose a shade of pink. Your breathing was uneven as you hicupped every now and then. Returning home, you quickly changed out of your clothes into pajamas and laid in bed. That night was the last time you and John B had an interaction for a whole month.
He would call you, but you’d let the answering machine pick up. You’d swerve him when you walked by him in the halls, catching his eye then turning around to walk the other way.
You wanted to distance yourself as much as you could. John B tried his best to apologize after his classmate reminded him that he told your secret that night at the party. He felt absolutely destroyed hearing the rumors that were spreading about you, about you both, he hated it.
Your eyes were sealed shut as you attempted to let sleep overtake your body. It was finally Friday and you just wanted to sleep for 12 hours. The sound of rain hitting your window sounded like heaven to your ears, just pure silence except for that one noise.
A soft tapping sound echoed off the window. Knowing it wasn’t rain, you hesitantly opened your eyes to see John Booker Routledge holding himself as he stood in your backyard, in the pouring rain. His hair was plastered down onto his face. His clothes clung to his body. His eyes were squinted shut in hopes to not get too much water in them.
You quickly got up and pulled him through the window harshly, making him fall to the ground. His skin made a loud slapping noise as he made contact with the hardwood floor. You sighed, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. “Hold on.” You quickly went out of the room and walked back in with a towel. You handed it to him as you sat on the bad, John B standing there as he attempted to dry off.
“Look this isn’t a guilt-trip. I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.” He started, the towel running through his hair, drops of water flying everywhere. You sighed loudly and pitched the bridge of your nose. “I don’t hate or dislike you. I hate that you spilled what we were to what’s his face at the party. Do you know how many phone calls I’ve gotten of guys asking me to hook up with them? 24."
"What we were?” John B asked softly. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.” You huffed, your eyes not leaving the floor. “It was just a fling.” He lied, not only to you but to himself. “Not to me it wasn’t.” Your voice was just above a whisper.
“What?"
"Throughout the last few months things felt different. It was really fucking weird to think about, but my heart would always just… race when we spent time together. I wanted things to just be more than a fling. But I figured you just wanted it to be just that thing since you came up with the idea.” you admitted. He lightly chuckled as he bent down to be face to face with you.
“Princess. I walked here to you in the rain. This is how much I love you. This,” he pointed his finger between you two, “I want more than a fling. I want to be able to just walk around with you on my arm and just give you all the fucking affection I can give. And I’m sorry about the calls. I’ll make sure people get the notice to-” you cut him off by quickly pressing your lips against his.
He exhaled loudly, your skin suddenly felt as if it were burning. “God I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips as his thumb stroked your cheek. “Show me how much you missed me.” You whispered, pulling the boy onto the bed.
Summary: AU where your world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate, then everything turns into color.
Word count: 1,317
Warnings: none
Y/A: your age
Y/N: Your name
Soulmates. Everyone had one, couples pranced around you living in color while you were stuck in your own black and white world. You envied the people who would go out and watch the sunset or rise. You envied the people who went to art galleries and saw true color. You were hurt that you had spent Y/A years on this earth and have not found your soulmate yet.
John B Routledge was just like you; he was resentful of his peers who had found their love. He nearly lost his mind when JJ and Kiara saw colors once they had met. He just wanted to find the one to take to a flower garden, or take a trip outside of the Outer Banks. But he too was stuck in his own world of jet black colors and bland greys.
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Another day, another shift of working at the ice cream parlor at The Cut. Working in a shop full of colors you couldn’t see was a pain in the ass, but you forced yourself to memorize the location of each of the ice cream tubs.
“Can I help you?” You called out to the boy who was eyeing the tubs, squinting. The boy jumped at your voice, taking him out of his trance. “Yeah. Yeah sorry I’m just… frustrated.” He exhaled, raking his hand through his hair.
“You can’t see color either can you?” You asked, propping yourself against the cooler. He shook his head in response, “welcome to the club, the name’s Y/N.” You offered you a soft smile as you told him your name. “JJ Maybank.”
"If it makes it easier for you I can let you try a sample of something. I also know where everything is by memory if you know the flavors you want.“ JJ was very thankful that you were so understanding, many places haven’t been so kind.
"I’m ordering for all my friends. But uh I need a small cookie dough, medium brownie cake batter, small mint chocolate chip, and a large sherbert please.” JJ looked up and counted on his fingers as he recalled the orders his friends wanted.
He paid as you scooped the ice cream into bowls, softly singing along to the music that played off the store’s speakers. After you finished the bowls you put them in a paper bag for him to carry. You two stood aside chatting about how you moved here a few months ago, his life, and just life in general. A trio of teens walked into the parlor, one of them jumping onto JJ’s back, nearly knocking him to the ground.
You covered your smile with your hand, chuckling at JJ’s groans. “What’s taking you so long, Maybank?” The girl asked.
“I got distracted talking to Y/N okay? You know I get distracted by pretty girls.” You jokingly rolled your eyes, only imagining how many times he has used that on a girl.
“Y/N this is Kiara, Pope, and John B.” He pointed out to his friends as he introduced them. As soon as you made eye contact with John B, both of you dropped to the ground, a sharp pain in your heads. It only lasted about 20 seconds, JJ ran to the other side of the counter to help you up, Pope and Kiara helping John B.
Your shut eyes slowly opened, looking at John B who was already looking at you. Your eyes met his brown ones; brown! You started to see color, you slowly took in every little thing near you. You dropped your ice cream scooper in shock as your eyes began watering, you stepped closer to John B as he stared at you in awe, taking in everything about you. He could see in color; he took in the color of your hair, your eyes, your skin, even your clothes.
You two were in complete shock, mouths gaped. His friends smiled to themselves as they grabbed their bag of ice cream before sneaking out of the store, leaving you two by yourselves.
“You… you’re… you… I can see colors.” He whispered. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as he walked towards you. You reached your hand out in hopes he’d take it to follow you into the back room.
You led him back there, both your heads turning in different directions taking in all the colors you could. He placed his hand delicately on your cheek as he stroked his thumb against it. “You’re real.” You muttered, smiling brightly. He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your body. You melted into his touch as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.
“God I never thought this day would come.” He thought out loud. You two pulled away, his hand still holding your arm. “I get off at 5, would you want to go maybe look at the sunset? We could get food and go up to the roof.” His face blushed at your offer. He softly nodded his head as your heart was pounding. “Yeah I would love that."
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Your shift ended, making your nerves spike at an all time high. Hanging up your apron in the back room, you walked out to see John B sitting in a booth, anxiously tapping his leg. You approached him with your hand extended out towards him. "You ready?” You asked. He answered your question by intertwining his fingers with yours. He slid out of the booth, holding a picnic basket in his hand.
Your heart skipped a beat at just how sweet he was. He led you two out of the parlor and into his beautifully decorated van. “This, this is a piece of art.” You smiled, looking at the stickers everywhere.
“Finally! Someone appreciates my art. Also I’m sorry for the weed smell, JJ usually hot boxes the whole van in the back.” JB explained, one hand on the steering wheel, the other still holding your hand.
“It’s all good, I get it.” You smiled as he pulled up to the beach. Finding a spot, John B laid a large towel on the sand, sitting down with his legs crossed. You happily joined him, biting your bottom lip as he pulled out a small bouquet of roses. “You’re a true cliché, aren’t you John B?” You asked after inhaling the relaxing scent of the flowers.
“Only for my soulmate.” He winked.
You two spent the entire time talking. Every minute you two spent together was filled with conversations and laughter. It came to a pause when you finally looked at the setting sun. The sky was a beautiful mix of pinks and oranges, white fluffy clouds slowly disappearing. The way the color of the blue waves clashed against the bright ones of the sky.
“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, squeezing his hand in yours. John B looked down at your intertwined hands before looking at you again. “It certainly is.”
John B used his index finger to hold the bottom of your chin, making you look at him. His eyes looked in yours, practically asking for permission to kiss you. You gladly leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, feeling like you were on a high.
You’ve kissed other guys before, but knowing that you were kissing your soulmate truly felt like a blessing. You’ve never experienced this kind of passion in your life, igniting the flames in your stomach.
Before things got too intense in the make out session, he pulled away. Gently biting your bottom lip, a chill was sent down her spine. “You know what my favorite color is?” You asked, your thumb swiping across his bottom lip.
“What?”
“Hazel brown.” You said, noticing the details of his eyes. How when the sunlight hit it at the right angle, it looked like honey.
hi girl i was hoping you’d be interested in doing another jj x reader? Where JJ finds her hidden, having a panic attack and it takes a little bit to calm her down? 52, 84, 92, 125 , 152 were the numbers I picked but if there’s too many or you can’t make them all work, you can pick whichever.
Word count: 1,552
Summary: JJ finds you having a panic attack and is right by your side to help you calm down.
Prompts:
52. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
84. “Take your medicine.”
92. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
125. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
152. “It happened again.”
17 years. 17 years of constant arguments between your parents that ended with screaming and cussing. 17 years of flinching everytime a door slammed. 17 years of wondering if it would end with violence or a drunk mother and/or father.
There was one person who stayed by your side those entire 17 years, your best friend JJ Maybank. JJ was your neighbor since you two were in diapers, becoming his best friend after he asked you if you would like to go to the local playground to go collect bugs for his insect tank. He was always there for you no matter what the issue was, whether it be a boy who broke your heart, your parents arguing, hell even if you had cramps he would be over in a minute with snacks and medicine for the pain.
JJ knew you more than you knew yourself; he knew when you were stressed, he knew when you haven’t eaten, he knew if you needed to leave a situation, he always knew if you didn’t take your medication. He was always on top of you with your medication for your anxiety. Everyday at 3 p.m. and he wasn’t with you, he would call or text you to make sure you took the pills.
He was the reason you were still alive and functioning, the reason you were still smiling even with everything you were facing. He was there right by your side holding your hand when you went to your first therapy session. He was there for you when you had your first panic attack. JJ was the ray of sunshine in the tunnel of darkness that suffocated you.
It was 5 in the morning when you first heard the shouts of your parents. Their screams echoed through the halls, slamming against the sound of the closed bathroom door. You sat in the bathtub, knees pulled up to your chest as you rested your head on your arms. You rocked back and forth softly trying to catch your breath as it felt like the walls were closing in.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you clamped your hands over your ears as you heard a harsh slapping sound and a broken cry escape your mother’s lips. The feeling of a cement block slowly felt like it was pushing on your chest, making it feel like your throat closed up with each breath you took. “It’s okay, I’m okay.” You quietly repeated to yourself, trying to trick yourself into believing it.
You opened your eyes, quickly shutting them again when you saw black splotches in the air; like when you rub your eyes too hard and you see the white spots in the back of your mind. You were too focused on trying to calm yourself down, you didn’t notice the door slamming twice signaling that both your parents left you alone in the house.
JJ was out in his backyard hearing the whole thing, eyes trained on your house praying that you were okay. As soon as he saw your parents storm out the front door he hopped over his fence and ran straight into your house. Panic was written on his face as he checked every room in the house, not seeing any sign of you. He checked your bedroom to see messed up sheets and your prescription medication on your night stand.
He ran to the bathroom directly across the hall to hear your broken whimpers coming from inside. He didn’t want to burst into the room, knowing that would only make your panic attack worse. He gently knocked on the door, feeling panicked when you didn’t answer in any way. He opened the door to see an empty bathroom, but he quickly realized you were sitting in the bathtub. Pulling the curtain back, his heart shattered seeing you in such a distressed state.
You popped your head up at the sound of the curtain moving, afraid your parents found you there. You instantly felt a wave of relief rush through your body, but you still felt like you were frozen in fear. “I feel like I can’t breathe.” You stuttered, still feeling the crushing weight on your chest. He quickly got down on his knees to become face to face with you. He slowly reached his hand out and held onto your shoulders, waiting for you to allow him to hug you.
You turned your body towards him and that’s when he knew he could hug you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, the other holding the back of your head; entangling itself in your hair. Tucking your face into the crook of your neck, you felt as if you could slowly start to breathe again. “It happened again.” You mumbled, attempting to stop your body from shaking. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling back.
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.“ He pressed his forehead against yours, placing your hand on his chest, right on top of his heart. "Follow my breathing, okay? In… out… in… out… there we go, sunshine.” You repeated his actions, feeling your lungs inhale the air properly. The heavy weight was no longer on your chest, leaving a small aching feeling.
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you,“ he said, "I’ll be right back.” You swallowed harshly, realizing how dry your mouth had gotten. You wiped away the stray tears with the back of your hand and blew your nose with toilet paper before JJ came back with your pill bottle and a glass of water.
“Take your medicine.” He instructed, passing you a pill into your hand. You sighed loudly before looking up at JJ. He gave you a look you knew all too well. It was the ‘Please take this before I have to forcefully cram it down your throat’ look that he’s been giving you since you first got the prescription. You tossed the pill into your mouth, quickly chugging the glass of water. You fanned yourself with your hands, body feeling hot from feeling so claustrophobic.
“Hot?” He asked, sitting on the lid of the toilet. You nodded your head, running your hand through your hair to push it out of your face. “You trust me?” He asked you as he stood up. You nodded your head, “of course.” “Okay, just sit there but scoot forwards.” You obeyed him as scooted towards the front of the tub, your eyelids feeling heavy.
JJ slowly turned the faucet on and plugged the tub, allowing it to begin to fill with cold water. You instantly relaxed at the cool touch, softly grinning as you saw JJ take his shoes off before stepping into the tub behind you. You reached forward and shut the water off once it reached up to your thighs. JJ rested against the back wall, allowing you to lay yourself between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms reached around your front as he looped his fingers on top of yours. Your body shivered as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” He started softly singing, earning a soft giggle from you. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” You sang with him, letting the feeling of happiness overcome your emotions. “You never know dear, how much I love you.” You tilted your head back against his chest, fluttering your eyes shut as he pecked your forehead. “Please don’t take my sunshine away."
You could feel your heartbeat find a steady pace once again as you surrounded yourself in JJ’s touch. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, smiling to himself as he heard you sigh in relief. "You okay princess?” He whispered into your ear, triggering a patch of goosebumps to appear on your arms.
“Is it okay if I go get us some dry clothes?” You nodded your head as JJ carefully exited the tub, grabbing a towel to dry his lower half off. You stretched your body out in the tub, letting the cool water splash against your torso. JJ went to your closet, immediately taking his extra clothes he leaves there for nights like this one. He picked out shorts and a shirt for you to sleep in, hoping it would be comfortable enough for you.
He walked back towards the bathroom, passing you a towel and your dry clothes. You two faced away from each other as you both quickly changed out of your clothes. You giggled as JJ almost fell over trying to put his shorts on, hearing him grunt in annoyance at his action.
Being too lazy to put your clothes in the washer, you left your clothes in the bathtub along with JJ’s. You led him to your room, closing the door before you threw yourself onto your bed. JJ turned the bedroom lights off before joining you in bed, carefully tucking the sheets around your body. You faced him, your eyes slowly shutting as JJ held the side of your face, his thumb delicately skimming your cheek.
“Goodnight, sunshine.” You mumbled, angling your head to kiss the palm of his hand. He smiled at you with an adoring look in his eyes, “goodnight, princess.”
A/n: I’VE MISSED YOU GUYS! I broke my phone and I had to wait the whole month before my new phone got shipped in. But I’m back and I’m so excited to keep writing!
Summary: Inspired by If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michael’s + Laying On My Porch While We Watch The World End by Powfu.
Word count: 1,510
Warnings: cursing
John B sat in his van as he let out a string of curse words from his lips. His entire life living in the Outer Banks he had never seen so much traffic in front of his eyes. It was a one way street with about 20 cars in front of him going 10 miles under the speed limit. He reached over and hovered his hand over the passenger’s seat before it fell limp onto the cushion.
He felt the small impact of the fabric, sighing as he shook his head to clear his thoughts. It seemed as if it were yesterday when you were in the passenger’s seat, his hand placed on your thigh; tracing the letters of the alphabet onto your skin. His eyes fell onto the empty seat as he let out a loud sigh, running his hand through his hair.
You two were high school sweethearts, started dating in 9th grade but split up after high school graduation. You two had a conversation about your future together, whether you guys would want marriage and kids. You had told him you weren’t ready for marriage and you weren’t sure if you ever would be. His heart was crushed by your words, wondering if you were ever really in love with him. You had always loved him, but you knew you weren’t ready to spend forever with him. You both said you two would stay in touch; that was one year ago.
He was too caught up in his thoughts and memories to process the road underneath his car began to shake and rumble. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was hearing quite a few screams of fear. Only then did he realize that there was an earthquake happening. He sat in the driver’s seat, frozen in fear as he immediately thought of you.
He wondered where you were and if you were safe. Maybe you were out at the bar drinking, maybe you were in your house watching television in the living room. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt his van shake fiercely, wishing you were there to calm him down; and that’s when he realized something. If the world was ending, he would want to be with you.
He would want you in his arms, talking with you as if nothing was happening. He wouldn’t be afraid to tell you he loves you, he wouldn’t be terrified to tell you that he never stopped. Everything he feared, he didn’t care about as long as he was with you. He wouldn’t even dare to say goodbye to you in the final minute, knowing he would wake up on the other side with you in his arms.
He was hesitant while wondering if the world ended, would you want to be with him as well?
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You sat on the edge of your couch watching as ‘breaking news’ was written across your television. The earthquake didn’t frighten you, it didn’t make you run for cover. You sat on your couch with your head in your hands, your thoughts immediately finding their way to think about John B. You wondered if he was scared, worried, or unbothered like you were.
You turned your head to the empty spot on the couch next to you. Trying to fight back, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the memory of John B laying upside down with his feet dangling in the air as his face turned a beet red. You could have your eyes closed in a room full of a thousand people; yet still be able to pick out his laugh, reminiscing on the amount of times you caused it.
Recalling a memory from one night, the sound of your drunken laughter mixed with his echoed in your head.
You drunkenly thanked the uber driver, complimenting her hair before exiting the car. John B joined your side, apologizing to her for having to drive the drunken couple home. She offered a warm goodbye before driving out of your driveway.
You shoved your hand into your purse, fingers pushing objects around until you found your house keys. John B giggled loudly before you held your index finger up to your lips, “shh! My neighbors hate me enough as it is.” You mumbled, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. “Y/n, how much shit do you have in your purse,” he started, “seriously! You shove your hand in there and it’s like a trip to Narnia!"
You cackled at his words, immediately covering your mouth with your hand as you pulled your keys out. Fiddling with the item you tried inserting the key into the lock, missing it 3 times before you were able to insert it. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, nearly stumbling over as you forced the door.
Turning around you flipped the lights on in your kitchen, both of you groaning out in pain as the bright lights blinded you both. He covered both your eyes and his with his hands as you quickly switched them back off. John B pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, aiming to sit down in the seat only to miss it completely as he fell to the floor.
You covered your mouth as you began cackling at your boyfriend’s mishap. Doubling over from laughter, your face turned red as you couldn’t catch your breath. "Are-are you-you ok-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as his laughter got louder than yours. You fell to your knees and joined his side, cupping the side of his face. Your laughter slowly died down with his as his eyes looked into yours. “You’re so beautiful.” He slurred, gently holding the bottom of your chin as he kissed you.
Returning the action, you sighed in content at the feelings of his lips against yours. He released you which allowed you to snuggle into his chest. Your eyes slowly fell shut as you quietly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat on your kitchen floor.
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You smiled softly to yourself, shutting off the TV before leaning back against the cushion. You sat there in silence for a few minutes before a rapid knock echoed from your front door. Slowly getting up you headed towards the sound before unlocking the door and opening it. You could barely process who was in front of you before he tackled you in a hug.
The smell of his cologne immediately made your eyes water, not realizing how much you missed him. Your eyes watered as you felt him hold the back of your head as your fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt. The sound of him sniffling made your heart ache with pain. You felt like you were frozen in place, like your body turned cold. “You’re safe.” He spoke to himself, thanking the Lord that you were okay. Slowly pulling himself away from you, his brown eyes searched into your E/C ones. You got lost in his for a moment before inviting him inside.
He sat next to you on the couch turning his body to face you. “I miss you.” You let the words glide off your tongue before you could stop yourself. His eyes widened at your confession, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip; a habit he had when he got nervous. “When I felt the earthquake, I realized something. I realized that if the world was ending I would want you to come over. I’d want you to stay the night, even if you fell out of love with me I just want to be with you. You made me feel alive, and that’s all I’d be able to focus on even if we were about to die."
Exhaling loudly, you caught your breath as his eyes filled with tears. "I’m sorry if that was too much or didn’t make sense-” John B quickly reached forward and held the side of your face, kissing you passionately as you held his wrist in place. The feeling of euphoria ran through your body, goosebumps appeared on your arms as you felt him grin into the kiss. You pulled back from him to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his.
“I could be falling to my doom but I would be smiling because you have made me the happiest person. There could be meteors flying across the sky, buildings could be falling down and on fire, chaos could be everywhere but I wouldn’t give a single care in the world because I’m safe with you. I know you said you weren’t ready for marriage, but that never stopped me from loving you even after we broke up.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips.
“I never stopped loving you either, and this whole thing showed me that I am ready for marriage. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You muttered, a wide grin appeared on his lips. “Really?” Your grin mirrored his, “really.”
Summary: Based on ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ by Shawn Mendes.
Word count: 1,252
Warnings: None
You paced in your bedroom. 'Why did I leave him? I felt something there, but I was a little bitch and left.’ You thought to yourself, combing your hands through your hair, noticing you were still in his clothes.
You took a look at yourself in the mirror, suddenly feeling disgusted with your actions. You had walked out on one night stands before, but in this case it felt as though you had a 300 pound weight on your chest.
You never expected to care so much about someone, especially someone you had just met. You changed out of his clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the bed. Staring at the items of clothing, you were unaware about how you would get them back to him.
You nervously nibbled on your bottom lip, until you realized there was only one thing you could do. Pulling out a notepad, you took a pen and wrote 'I’m so sorry. Whenever you’re ready please text me.
Y/N xxx-xxx-xxxx"
Closing your eyes, you tried to remember where his house was. After getting a mental image of which way John B drove, you realized his house should be close to yours. You hopped into the car with the pile of clothes in the passenger’s seat. You gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning a shade of white for a moment. You backed out of the driveway, and headed to his house, sitting in silence, but your thoughts louder than ever.
'I can’t believe I just left him like that’
'He deserves so much better’
'Im such a whore. I’m disgusting.’
'But I’m also just another girl who got passed along.’
'He was so different from the others, why?’
Your thoughts wondered to imagining what it would be like to be in a relationship with John B, how much of an amazing person he is. 'He could treat me right. In that one night I got him, I felt much more than a physical connection. He understands me, solely from taking one look in my eyes. He welcomed me into his life so easily, like it was the easiest decision he has ever made.’
You squeezed a small tear drop out of your eye, quickly wiping it as you approached his house. Parking the car, you placed his folded clothes on his front step. You made a fist and was about to knock on the door, but abruptly stopped.
Backing away from the door, you took one last look before heading back into the car. As you sat in the driver’s seat, you slammed your head on the wheel, accidently honking the horn. Jumping from the noise, you turned on the car and drove away. Slowly watching his house leave your vision.
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*1 week later*
John B turned around in his bed, and saw the blonde girl he had met last night at a Kegger. His eyes stared at the back of her head, not satisfied with how things went. 'She doesn’t compare to Y/N, why did I even bother trying?’ This was his 4th time trying to get over you, but something about you kept drawing him back.
'Y/N.’ That was the only thought on his mind as he stared at the unknown girl. You left his clothes at the doorstep with your number, and he has been so tempted to text you. Tell you that he couldn’t get you off his fucking mind. Fuck it. He reached behind him, grabbing his phone.
“Meet me at this park at 3 p.m. Keep walking till you get to the lake, there’s one bench next to a rose bush. I’ll see you there- John B”
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. The mystery girl shuffled, turning herself around to look at him. “Thank you for last night.” She flirtatiously smiled at the attractive brunette.
“You’re welcome.” Was all he said before getting out of bed.
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Your heart raced as you stared at the text. 'Am I ready to talk to John B face to face? Even if I wasn’t, I can’t just leave him, again.’ It was 1:30, giving you plenty of time to get ready. Never have you ever been this anxious to see somebody.
You showered for a bit taking your time thinking about what you would say to him, how to explain how you felt. Why you left him like that. You wished you didn’t, he was the best guy you had ever come across, and you lost him because you were too worried about your own feelings.
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You sat down at the bench, waiting for John B. Your leg began to shake as you got anxious, your stomach felt empty even though you had eaten before. Your heart was racing, hands were shaking, you felt like you were on the verge of throwing them. Rustling of leaves behind you made your nerves worse.
Faster than you knew it, the familiar scent of his cologne filled the space next to you. You didn’t look at each other, instead simply stared at the lake in front of you two.
For a few minutes, the only thing that could be heard between you was the sound of the wind, the bushes rustling, and birds tweeting every now and then. “I’m so sorry.” Your breath hitched. “Leaving you there was one of the shittiest things I’ve ever done."
"Do you know how much it hurt? Thinking that maybe we could’ve been more than a one night stand?” John B sighed, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“I was scared of falling for you. I know that sounds so fucking stupid but please let me explain.” For the first time, John B turned his head towards you, looking right into your eyes. You didn’t want to blink, starting into his eyes was so intimidating.
“I get so attached to it easily. With everyone I get attached to, they end up leaving me, hurting me. It’s been that way since my childhood. It was like a lesson, every time I tried, I would get hurt. I’m afraid to let people in because the more I let in, the more it will hurt when they leave.”
“I would never hurt you.” John B mumbled to her, his thumbs fiddling together. “I know that now. And when, when we were in bed, even before that, I felt this connection with you and that scared me. Because it was so easy to feel something with you, I knew that this feeling wouldn’t last and you would leave. When I woke up and you had your arm around me, everything felt so right. It was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from."
John B reached over and held onto your hand. "When I woke up and you weren’t there, I felt like I wasn’t enough for you. I tried to stop thinking about you, I really did. So many nights I tried to find someone new, but they didn’t compare to you, Y/N. I didn’t feel anything next to those girls. But when I was with you something in my mind felt complete. I honestly don’t know why but you’re one of the only girls I have spoken to that haven’t just used me for games or to get what they want."
"What does this make us?” You asked, looking down at your locked hands.
REQUEST: “Heyy ! Can you write an imagine ( JJ x reader ) he dated her for a bet with JB and all the pogues knew about it, but time goes on and JJ falls in love with her and the pogues really like her so they decide to forget about the bet and to never tell her about it ( cuz she’ll never forgive them) and after a few months, the reader finds out ( you can choose how) is heartbroken and the pogues try to explain but the reader won’t listen and she leaves but she gets into a car crash and she doesn’t make it ( like coma/just dead/brain dead you decide) and the pogues are really sad ab it. I like sad endings for some reasons idk” ( @dearelliewrites)
A/N: i am so so sorry for being inactive the last few months.
SUMMARY:john b dares jj to date you. when they start to actually like you, they promise each other to never tell you. who would’ve thought there would’ve been a witness to this bet.
WARNING: mentions of drinking, swearing, partying, mentions of smoking
Y/N y/l/n. a petite girl that everyone on both sides of the island knew. she was a kook, as usual. but she wasn’t like all the other kooks. she was actually nice.
she didn’t have one bad bone in her small 5'4 body. however, the pogues thought it was all an act. the bubbly personality, the perfectly curled hair that bounced on her shoulders, the bright white teeth that blinded everyone when she lit the room up with her smile, the flower like aroma that lingered in the air when she was around.
it all was fake. it had to be. no one here was a kook and was just like y/n. so there was only one thing to conclude.
it was all fake.
THE pogues sat on the beach, catching their breaths after a long time of surfing in the boiling hot sun. jj ran a hand through his damp hair, squinting his eyes as the light blinded him.
“look who it is. miss y/n y/l/n.” he scoffed, moving his toothpick around his mouth with his tongue. kie rolled her eyes while pope stared off in the distance. john b sat down beside jj, beer in hand and his soaked bandana being used as a headband.
“what’d i miss?” john b asked, sipping his luke warm beer before kicking his sandals off in front of him. jj nodded his head towards the girl a few feet away from them. the group watched as she chatted with an elderly couple, her flowery scent blowing over to them through the breeze.
“dude, she has to be one of the biggest bitches in private, i swear.” john b muttered as the group looked away from her, their eyes staring at the water in front of them.
“she has everybody fooled. bet you $5 she is worse than sarah cameron.” jj stated as he glanced back at the girl.
john b smirked, resting his arms on his knees before nudging jj’s side, “wanna find out? i dare you to date her and expose the real her.” jj scoffed, sitting up and facing john b.
“what’s in it for me?”
“$50 and you can use the chateu whenever you have some touron attached to your hip at the keggers.”
“deal.” the two shook hands as kie and pope chuckled at the idiots beside them. there was no way y/n y/l/n would date jj maybank.
ITwas a friday night and the pogues were preparing for the kegger they would be throwing in about 5 hours. jj hadn’t shown up yet but the pogues weren’t necessarily worried. it was a party. he’d show.
it had been about a week since john b dared jj to try and date y/n. the group hadn’t really spoken on it since. until jj showed up 30 minutes later, a big grin on his face.
“you guys will never believe what just happened!” he exclaimed, jogging over to the group with his phone in his hand.
“guess who got y/n y/l/n’s snap. me. i did.” the three turned to the blonde, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed.
“there’s no way.” pope chuckled, laughing his ass off with kie while jj rambled on to them about how he got it and how he invited her to the kegger tonight.
john b sighed and rested his forehead against the palm of his hand “jj, why the fuck would you invite her to the kegger?”
“because. we have a dare to complete, jb.” jj smirked, throwing his arm around john b’s shoulder and grinning at the group, “cmon. i have $50 and an entire chateau to win.”
FAST forward to now. 5 months later. that night, y/n showed up to the kegger and enchanted jj maybank and the rest of the pogues in her flowery aroma and sweet tooth smile.
it was something about her that made the pogues love her. her energy was crazy. she encouraged the pogues to do their usual stupid things, unlike sarah cameron, john b’s now girlfriend, who was worried they would get hurt.
she would spend hours on hours with the group and bring snacks that she would pay for with her own money. she would invite the group over to her house, where they met her parents, one of the sweetest couple out there on the island.
she cared for them like they were her own family. and that’s what made jj fall in love with her.
they was she put them over herself every single day. she cared for them like no one else ever had.
y/n y/l/n wasn’t faking it. she never was.
and that’s what made the pogues decide they would never speak of the dare. it was forbidden. they couldn’t lose her over their stupid decisions from the past.
THE group sit outside around the fire, drinking their beers and laughing as the music blares from the speaker on the table. while you are inside using the restroom when you receive a text from rafe cameron.
rafe:u might wanna ask ur little friends and ur bf why they made a bet on you awhile ago.
y/n: what are you talking about
rafe: kelce heard ur little pogue friends make a bet with jj that he could date you and expose you.
you bite back my tears as you stomp outside, throwing your phone at jj causing the group to look at you in shock.
“y/n- what’s going on-”
“read the fucking texts, jj.” you spit, tears pooling down your cheeks. he grabs your phone, scanning the texts before looking up at you with wide eyes.
“sunshine, i can expl-”
“please tell me he’s fucking lying. please tell me i am not a fucking bet. tell me.”
jj goes silent as the group watches you, sarah sitting beside john b with a confused expression on her face.
“did you know about this?” you ask sarah as you turns to her, grasping your phone out of jj’s hand and showing her the texts. sarah shakes her head no, angrily looking at john b.
“is she a fucking bet too, john b? are us kooks just a fucking game to all of you?”
kie chews on her lip as she fiddles with her fingers, “y/n, please let us explain.”
“after everything i have done for all of you. after the shit i’ve received for caring for you guys. i have been through fucking hell at school and around my neighborhood because i am one of you guys. my parents get side eyed in the fucking grocery store. and this entire time i’ve been a fucking bet?!” you sob out, grabbing your phone from sarah’s hand and shoving it in your back pocket, “fuck all of you.”
you spin on your heel and walks to your car, hearing them yell after you.
“sunshine. sunshine please. let me explain.”
you ignore jj as you unlock your car doors and aggressively wipe the tears off of your face.
“y/n, please. i love you”
“no you don’t,” you sob, “you don’t do that shit to someone that you love. i would’ve never fucking done this to you. to any of you.”
jj stares at you in shock, tears sliding down his cheek, “y/n.”
“save it, jj. i don’t want to hear it anymore.” you mutter before climbing in your car and starting it, ignoring his gaze as you speed off.
YOU drive home as the rain beats against your windshield, mocking you. how stupid of you to think they were good people. it was fake. all of it was fake.
they never loved you. he never loved you. it was all for a bet.
you let out an ugly sob as the wind picks up and the rain puddles into the potholes on the ground, causing your car to hydroplane. in one swift motion you swerve off the road and into the other lane, coming head on with a semi that barrels towards you.
you let out an ear piercing scream as everything goes black.
JJgroans loudly as his phone buzzes for the 30th time beside his head. he picks it up, muttering a sleepy hello into the microphone before y/n’s mother’s voice echoes through. “jj?” she sobs, “jj? are you awake? i need you and the rest of you to come to the hospital. there’s been an accident.”
JOHN B speeds to the hospital, as kie and pope try to calm jj down in the back seat.
“jj, she’s going to be okay.” kie states repeatedly as jj grips his hands in his hair.
“if i stopped her from leaving she wouldn’t be hurt right now.” no one says anything as they’re full of guilt from the night before.
“why did you guys do it?” sarah asks from the passenger seat, “why did you get have to bet on her? she thinks you guys don’t love her. that all of it was fake. why would you do that to her? especially a girl like her.”
“i never meant to hurt her. it’s the last thing i wanted to do. i love her. even if she thinks i don’t.” jj mumbles quickly as tears brim his eyes. he rests his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes and waiting til they arrive at the hospital.
“JJ!” y/n’s mother chokes out, noticing the group arrive into the waiting room. jj rushes over to the older women and hugs her, listening to the woman break beneath him.
“mrs. y/l/n, what happened? is she okay??” he asks as y/n’s father slowly hugs each of the pogues one by one. mrs. y/l/n lets out a racked sob, gripping onto jj’s torso.
mr. y/l/n gently rests his hands on jjs shoulder, biting back a sob, “she isn’t going to make it, son. she’s slowly going.” jj’s life flashes before his eyes as tears flood his cheeks. his throat burns and his face goes hot. the room spins around him.
“what?” he whispers out, his grip on mrs.y/l/n loosening.
“she hydroplaned during the storm last night and swerved into the other lane and hit head on with a semi. she’s practically brain dead and her vitals are declining. there’s no saving her.” mr. y/l/n sobs, patting jj’s shoulder.
“no.” he whispers, “no. no, no, no, no. she can’t. they have to do something. she can’t go just like that. i fucking love her. she can’t leave me here like that. not after last night. she thinks i hate her. she needs to know i love her. mr. y/l/n, please. tell them to do something.” jj lets out in sobs, the pogues watching jj from a foot away as they all cry to themselves.
“please. please. she can’t leave me. i love her. she can’t go thinking i don’t love her.”
REQUEST: hi! i really love your writing <3 i was wondering if maybe you’d write smth like “the 5 times he wanted to kiss her/tell her he loved her and the 1 time he did” with jj please? [@freaky-dcaky]
A/N: thank you !! <3 i hope you enjoy :) also i’m so sorry i’ve been in active :( my senior year is kicking my ass.
SUMMARY: the five times that jj wanted to kiss you and tell you he loves you and the one time that he did.
WARNINGS: mentions of partying, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, swearing, mentions of abuse
GENRE: fluff, slight angst
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
(fem = female) not edited !!
gif credit: @wodohwan
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YOU and jj sit on the porch of the chateau, john b inside with sarah and pope while kie is on her way over. you sit cross legged on the floor with jj’s hand in yours, bright pink nail polish on his finger nails.
“stop moving.” you huff as the nail polish paints his cuticles. he chuckles, blunt in between his fingers and a small smirk on his lips. “i’m literally not even moving, y/n.“
you look up at him with a glare before looking back down and focusing on the task at hand.
"jj, you’re literally getting pink nail polish all over your fingers.” you say, dropping his hand and looking at the mess of his fingers. he lifts his hand up to his face and shrugs,
“looks perfect to me, sunshine.” he winks, earning a shove from you.
he places the blunt in between his lips, inhaling before handing it over to you, watching you intently with hooded lids. he watches as you gently set the blunt between your lips, inhaling as slow as possible before closing your eyes and exhaling the smoke. his eyes land on your lips. your rosy plump lips. something he dreams about every so often.
“you’re staring.” you whisper with your eyes still closed but a smug smirk on your lips.
“i am. how could i not stare at you?” he admits, too high to even comprehend that he’s on the verge of confessing his love for you.
“shut up.“ you laugh, opening your eyes and standing up. you ruffle his hair before walking inside, leaving the boy by himself. the things he would do to be able to kiss you.
JJ sits on the edge of the boat, beer in hand and hat on backwards. you, john b, and jj had decided to go out on the boat today while kie and pope were stuck at home with their parents. he turns around and sees you, tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes.
"hey.” you mutter quietly, climbing next to him. he takes his sunglasses off to get a better look at you.
“y/n? what’s wrong??” he asks worriedly, his hands cupping your cheeks as he scans your face. you let out a sad chuckle, avoiding his gaze.
“my mom and i got into it again.” you exhale, staring out at the water. “what happened this time?” jj asks, slowly dropping his hands from your face.
you let out an angry laugh, throwing your head up and staring at the bright blue sky. “the usual. i’m not as good as my older sister and i never fucking will be. i’m a useless piece of shit and i need to get my life together or else they’re going to throw me out when i graduate.”
jj stands up and slams his hat on the boat, “are you fucking serious? they seriously said that to you?” you nod your head, watching the dirty blonde struggle to keep his composure.
“fuck them. what the hell? you literally work so hard to please them every single day and they don’t give a shit. whatever. let them throw you out. you can stay with me. we’ll figure something out.” he rambles on, hands in his hair. he stops when he hears you sighing loudly. he looks up and sees tears in your eyes.
“why am i not enough for them, jay?“ you whisper, chewing on your lip in attempt to not break down sobbing. jj rushes to you, pulling you into his arms and tracing circles on your back,
“you’re enough. you’re enough for john b. for kie and sarah and pope. for me. we love you.” i love you. he wanted to add, but he kept his mouth closed.
now was not the time to confess anything to you. all you needed right now was his support. and he was going to give you that.
ITwas around 2 am and everyone in your house was sound asleep except you. you laid in bed with your music playing, book in hand, and the light on your night stand illuminating your room. you flip the page carefully, focusing on the words when your hear a slight tap on your window.
you carefully set your book down and cautiously walk to your window. peering through the curtains, you see a bloodied and bruised jj clinging onto your window, the rain soaking through his clothes. “shit.“ you whisper yell, pulling your curtains open and sliding open your window.
"jay?” you ask, your voice full of concern and confusion, “what the fuck happened to you?” jj shrugs, climbing into your room. “fell off my bike.” he lies as he chews on his bloody lip. your eyes soften as you skim his face, violent purple marks scattered all over.
“jay….“ you whisper, stepping closer to him and taking his face in his hands, "what really happened? and don’t lie to me.”
jj looks away and chokes back a sob. he shrugs and looks down at the floor as he blinks away his tears. you sigh and gently grab his hands, carefully pulling him into your bathroom.
“come on. let’s get you cleaned up, hm?“ he nods and follows close behind you.
he sits on the sink, you in between his legs while you gently clean his wounds with peroxide and cotton pads. as you gently dab the wounds, he watches you intently, observing the way your eyes focus on certain parts of his skin while you chew on your bottom lip in concentration. those goddamn lips.
when you’re done putting bandaids on his face, you grab a warm and damp rag and gently wash the dirt and rain off of his face. you pause and smile at him, hoping to lighten his mood. he smiles back, still watching you with heart eyes.
you step back and toss the rag in the laundry bin. "i’m gonna go grab a pair of my dads old shirt and basketball shorts for you, okay?” you ask, sending him a thumbs up before turning around and quietly exiting the room.
jj frowns slightly, missing your warmth and your touch and just overall you. he hears the door open and close again, looking up to see you with a worn out grey shirt and pair of black basketball shorts in your hands and a small smile on your face. “got them.” you hand them to him walk into your room, closing the door behind you so he can change.
while jj changes, you crawl into bed and turn your lights off and turn on netflix. you look up and see jj shuffling towards your bed, looking at the floor. you smile up at him and pat the spot next to you, signaling or him to crawl under your covers with you.
without a word, jj crawls into your bed and into your side, hugging your waist tightly. you play with his hair and light him silently cry into your side, being the support that he needs. all he can think about is how much he loves you and how much it hurts.
YOU and the pogues sit around the fire outside of the chateau, beers in everyones hand and a blunt made by jj being passed around. it’s been two days since jj showed up at your house and you haven’t said two words to him about it.
you didn’t want to bother him and be insensitive because you could tell whatever happened really fucked jj up. especially since he showed up at your house and not john b’s. you smile slightly as you feel a pair of eyes on you. you glance at jj, winking at him before turning back to kie and continuing on with your conversation.
jj sips his beer and glances at you. he knows everyone is noticing, including you, but he can’t help it. he is falling so deeply in love with you, he can’t get his mind off of you. he sighs slightly, downing the rest of his beer before standing up and walking inside to get another one, you and your lips etched into his mind.
IT’S around 4 am when you show up at the chateau drunk and crying. you’re standing outside of jj’s door, silently crying when he hears you shuffling around. half asleep, jj opens the door, making sure they weren’t being robbed. he jumps when he sees you on the floor in a ball.
“y/n? sunshine? you okay?” he whispers. you ignore him and let out a quiet sob and a small burp. shit. she’s drunk. he sighs and squats down beside you, “cmon, love. let’s go to bed, hm?” you nod your head and continue to cry. you place your hand in his and struggle to stand up when he places a hand on your lower back, pulling you up with him.
he slowly walks you into his room and quietly closes the door. “what happened?” he asks you. you shrug and rub your eyes, your mascara smearing everywhere. “sunshine, don’t rub your eyes. you’re smearing your makeup.”
“i don’t care-” you slur, continuing to rub your eyes. he chuckles slightly and hands you a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts. “change into these okay? i’m going to go get some of sarah’s makeup wipes from the bathroom.” you nod and jj walks out of the room and into the bathroom. he quietly goes through the cabinet, finally finding the packet of wipes before walking back to his room.
as he walks back to his room, he checks his phone and sees a text from sarah and kie. “did y/n come to you?? she left when me and kie were taking shots.” he quickly types back a message letting them know you were with him before stepping into his room. he stops and sees you laying on your back on his bed in his shirt and shorts.
he chuckles, noticing you put his shirt on backwards. “what are you laughing at?” you slur, slightly glaring at him. he shakes his head, “nothing. sit up. we gotta take off your makeup.”
you frown, “i’m tired tho, jay.” he shakes his head. “i know, but you gotta take off your makeup or you’re gonna be pissed when you get a pimple and take it out on me.” you groan and sit up, throwing your natty hair up in a bun. “jay, can you take it off for me?” you ask quietly, looking up at him from the edge of his bed with tired eyes.
he smiles to himself and nods, squatting between your legs so he can get down to your level. carefully, he grabs a makeup wipe and gently wipes the smeared mascara off of your eyes and cheeks along with whatever else you had on. he watches you carefully, noticing your eyes closed as you breathe softly. he eyes stare at your lips and back up to your eyes, which are now open and watching him. he smiles at you softly. when he’s done he stands back up and tosses the wipe into the garbage can before climbing in bed beside you.
you let out a “hmph” as you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso.
“goodnight, jay.“ you mumble into his chest, causing the blonde to blush. you’re so close to him. holy fuck, i hope she can’t feel my heart beat right now. he thinks to himself before choking out a small, "night.”
A week later, you and the pogues decide to throw a kegger. you and the girls show up a little bit after the boys and greet your friends. you smile at jj, avoiding your eyes from his opened chest because god damn, he looks so good tonight.
as the night continues on, you realize you’ve been avoiding jj all night. you know that in your drunken state, something wrong will happen. whether you confess your feelings to him or just kiss him because god damn, he has perfect lips. you distract yourself by talking to this tall touron you bumped into. he’s nice, a little shy, and cute but not jj.
you bite your lip and push that thought out of the way, purposely flirting with the touron, hoping to get your mind off the fact that you’re literally in love with you best friend. you take a few more sips of your beer when you catch jj talking to a blonde girl a few feet away from you. ouch.. you close your eyes and turn back to the guy in front of you. i should’ve known. nothing will ever happen between me and jj. you open your eyes and quickly place your lips on the touron’s.
“what the-” you pull away and see jj watching you, red in anger and tears in his eyes. he throws his beer on the ground before stomping past you, ignoring yours and his friends calls. you ignore the touron in front of you and chase after him. “jj!” you continuously yell after him.
he stalks off to his bike, ignoring you, tears in his eyes. he climbs on his bike, ignoring your presence catching up to him. “jj. please.” you plead, stepping in front of his bike and trying to catch his gaze. “what happened? what’s wrong?” you ask, pleading with him.
he scoffs, “what’s wrong? are you seriously fucking asking me that right now?” you nod, “yeah. i am. i don’t understand what’s wrong.” you explain. he runs his hand through his hair and aggressively bites his bottom lip.
“what’s wrong is the fact that i just watched you kiss some random fucking guy right in front of me! how could you fucking do that to me?“ you cut him off, confused. “what?-”
“you just fucking looked at me and kissed some guy knowing i was fucking watching, y/n! who does that?” he rambles on, throwing his hands in the air. “why are you so fucking mad, jj?” you ask, watching him intently with furrowed brows.
“because i’m fucking in love with you! i thought i’ve made it quite obvious!-“ you freeze, your heart beating rapidly. “you’re in love with me?” you whisper.
“yes! how could i not be? fucking look at you. you’re such a good person and you’re stunning and literally everything you do makes me want to kiss the fuck out of you and i literally have to restrict myself from doing so-“ you smile widely, stepping forward and placing your lips on jj’s, cutting him off.
you pull away and bite your bottom lip, smiling wide. “did… did you just kiss me?” he asks quietly, staring at you with wide eyes. “yeah?” you chuckle as you take a step back from him. he stares at you, eyes still wide.
“do it again,” he mutters, earning a small laugh from you before pulling you in and placing his lips on yours.
“i’m in love with you too, stupid.” you whisper into the kiss, opening your eyes and see his blue ones staring right back at you full of love. he lets out a sigh of relief and places his forehead against yours, “thank fuckinggod.”
warnings: cussing as per usual, uuuuh bad writing, underaged drug use
♫ Fangs by Matt Champion ♫
She rolled up in the Beamer, couldn’t have looked cleaner Skin like coffee, colour with lil’ creamer Sin City since I been thinkin’ all of these thoughts in my head She’d probably shoot me dead
“It’s like…spiritual, y’know?” you mumbled and John B wasn’t really sure what you were talking about but he nodded nonetheless. He couldn’t help it when it came to you. If someone ever asked him for a list of his favorite things to do he would add “Listening to (Y/N) talk” on the list. (To be honest one day maybe he would just put “(Y/N)” on that favorite things to do list but John B was on that respect women juice of course).
“Sarah was talking to me about it once-You know Sarah Cameron?-” John B nodded and you continued, “She’s like really into stars, so she was telling me all these stories about the stars and I thought it was just beautiful y’know. That there’s mythology of people turning or being turned into the stars themselves.”
“Yeah of course” John B mumbled in response.
“But it’s cus…we’re like…also the stars y’know?” you grinned at John B and he had to remind himself to breathe again.
“Because we’re made of stardust,” you mumbled dreamily and John B nodded in a daze.
John B wondered for a moment how the two of you ended up here. He wasn’t exactly complaining but he couldn’t remember the last time he hung out with you by himself.
Wait. Were the two of you even alone?
John B glanced over to the side and suddenly remembered the presence of the other Pogues. Now he could remember where he was and how he’d even gotten here. Earlier in the day the Pogues had found themselves stumbling into The Wreck to try and get some lunch before they headed out to the marsh on the HMS Pogue. While they sat goofing around by the outer patio of the restaurant, John B had caught you driving up to the restaurant in your dad’s old Beamer. It was a well maintained car and he couldn’t stop himself from gaping as you parked and stepped out of the car with your best friend.
God-damn, she got the hoops on Hair bunned up in two just like a nunchuck Would I give a fuck? I needed to cheer myself up
You were dressed in sandals, a pair of loose, patterned, fabric pants, with a tube top and your hair was pulled up into space buns and you had on hoop earrings that he thought looked incredible on you.
John B had jolted when he felt someone smack him upside the head.
“Dude what?” he hissed at JJ and the blonde only laughed at him.
“You’re drooling John B,” Pope told him, pointing to the corner of his mouth and the Pogues laughed as John B reached up to wipe away nonexistent drool.
“Hah hah real funny,” John B flicked a fry at Pope but he only swatted it away. Kie shot them a look as she leaned over to pick it up off the floor and then placed it onto an unused napkin.
“Dude, I could hear the loves songs going off in your head John B,” JJ leaned back in his seat smugly.
“Just a glimpse of (Y/N) and his half a brain cell disappears,” Kie stated and the group laughed at John B’s expense. John B rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at his lips or the redness from spreading across his cheeks.
“Speaking of,” JJ straightened up from his seat and smiled as he held an arm up to wave, “Hey (Y/N)! Nicky!”
John B jabbed JJ in the arm as Kie and Pope turned over to look at the counter of the restaurant, where you and your best friend, Nicky, were ordering from Kie’s mom.
The two of you looked up at that and though Kie’s mom raised a brow, you only grinned as you waved to JJ, who was wincing in pain. Nicky shot their group a look but waved back reluctantly when Pope and Kie waved to the two of you.
“Stop JJ,” John B hissed but JJ only scoffed.
“Hey you guys,” you greeted as you lead Nicky over to them.
“Oh shit, heeey,” John B drawled awkwardly and Pope recoiled in shock, trying to keep the laugh from bursting out. Kie gave him grimace and JJ looked up to the ceiling, his lips pursed in an attempt to keep his laughter in.
“What the fuck…” Nicky whispered from beside you and you nudged her side as John B cleared his throat.
“Ok..sorry about whatever that was,” Kie shot John B a look and he only smiled back at her sarcastically, “But hey,” she smiled.
“Good day so far?” you asked and the Pogues all nodded in confirmation, “Yeah I saw ya’ll surfing this morning. Looked like fun.”
“Were you on the beach?” Pope asked and Nicky nodded.
“Yeah we went and had a sunrise picnic, we like painted and stuff.”
“That sounds really chill,” John B stated and he grinned as you smiled at him.
“Yeah, we might just do the sunset tonight too,” you said and JJ perked up.
“Hey we were about to head out to the marsh, the sunset’ll probably be…fire from the Pogue,” JJ suggested and his friends all looked at him in surprise.
“Oh? Um well,” you looked to Nicky and she gave shrugged at you. She’d never talked much with John B or his group of friends and had only ever interacted with them while you were around. You didn’t wanna put her in an uncomfortable or unfamiliar situation, “If it’s ok with you?”
“It’s cool,” Nicky stated and you turned to her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I mean…it’s whatever,” Nicky turned to the Pogues, “Ya’ll are cool right?” she asked bluntly and the group was struck for a moment before they nodded.
“Yeah we don’t mind,” Kie stated.
“We’re cool…super cool…” Pope trailed off and there was a moment of awkward silence before Nicky nodded to you and you smiled.
“Ok, we’ll just wait for our food and then we can head out whenever you guys want?” you asked and John B and his friends all nodded in agreement, allowing you and Nicky to pull up chairs and sit around their table.
But I fell in love right when she said “I wanna count the freckles on your face” “Rearrange ‘em, put 'em in the same place”
That’s how John B found himself on his porch with you, Nicky, and his friends. The second you all were on dry land, JJ had pulled out a pre-rolled joint that he had been waiting all day to smoke.
John B was surprised when you’d taken it once he offered it to you after taking a hit.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” John B mumbled, watching you take a hit, letting it sit for a moment before breathing out the smoke. You let out a small cough before handing it off to Nicky, who took it eagerly.
“I’ve only smoked like two other times,” you answered softly.
“Glad to be here for your third,” John B smiled and he flushed as you chuckled and smiled back at him.
Then as time passed alongside the joint, Pope (the only one sober for the night) was stuck listening to JJ as the blonde rambled about boats, Kie and Nicky were picking at the Ukelele, playing around with chords and oohing and giggling as they pieced together a song, and John B found himself listening to you gush about the stars.
“I never noticed that you had freckles,” you mumbled, leaning into him and John B gulped as he watched you, “I kinda..wanna like…rearrange them,” you giggled as you looked up into his eyes and John B smiled. He could feel himself falling even harder for you.
“Where would they go?” he questioned.
“I….I dunno,” you mumbled and a slow smile spread onto your face before the two of you were chuckling in unison.
“I get them from being out in the sun so much,” John B explained and you nodded, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.
“That makes sense.”
The two of you settled into a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the others’ chatter drift into your ears. John B watched as you looked up past the roof of the porch and at the stars once more.
I’m obsessed, I’m obsessed I’m obsessed
“Um hey-”
*ring*
You and John B jolted in surprise at the sudden sound of your phone ringing and you fumbled to pull your phone out of the small cross over bag you’d been carrying all day. Swiping your finger across the screen you cleared your throat before bringing the phone up to your ear.
“Hello? Mom?”
The other teens quieted down and straightened up as they recognized that you were on the phone with your mother, the sheriff.
“Um yeah I’m fine,” you paused as your mother spoke, “Yep. I’m-I’m just at John B’s house-Yes, Routledge- Yes….Yeah…Yeah, I’m with Nicky…I don’t…Um is it ok if I sleep over at Nicky’s” you glanced at Nicky and the girl gave you a thumbs up and you shot one back,”Yeah?…Ok…Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then….Bye, I love you too.”
You sighed as you hung up the phone, dragging a hand down your phase. You shook your head to try and clear away the fogginess of your brain but it only made you feel dizzy.
“Ooooh shit…” you mumbled in irritation as you opened your eyes and looked at the group that was watching you. A beat passed before all of you burst out into a bout of laughter.
“I don’t know why but my heart like, dropped,” Kie gasped and Pope pointed to her as he nodded.
“The second you said ‘mom’,“ JJ breathed and you chuckled, leaning into John B without even realizing it. He moved on instinct, wrapping an arm around you and placing a hand on your hip.
“Yeah, in my head I was like, “Oh shit she knows we smoked”,” John B said and the group laughed once more as they agreed.
“Sometimes I feel like she knows exactly what I’m doing like…all the time,” you told the group, “It’s literally terrifying.”
“Yeah your mom’s scary as shit,” JJ said before he backtracked, “No offense.”
“None taken,” you assured, shaking your head. You loved your mom but you could agree that she could be scary.
“You guys need a ride home?” Pope questioned as the laughter died down and you turned to Nicky. She closed her eyes and nodded slowly, indicating that she was definitely not fit to drive. And the odd weight of your head was telling you that you weren’t fit to drive either.
“If that’s ok?” you told Pope and he nodded, already standing from his seat.
“Yeah of course.”
“What about your dad’s car?” Kie asked and you all turned to look at the Beamer parked beside the Twinkie.
“I can drive it up to Nicky’s house tomorrow morning?” John B told you and you turned to look up at him.
“Oh thank you, yeah that’d be great,” you smiled at him and he smiled back. His hand played with the end of your shirt and as though suddenly realizing where it was, he coughed awkwardly and pulled his arm away from you. Glancing at JJ he frowned at the blonde’s furrowed brows and missed the way you leaned away from him, glancing down at the floor in disappointment before you stood from where you were seated.
John B stood after you and awkwardly placed his hands in his pockets as he watched you adjust the waist of your pants.
“John B, can I get the keys to the Twinkie?” Pope asked and John B pulled the keys out of his pocket, tossing it to Pope just as you slung your bag across your body. Nicky walked up to you and looped her arm around yours. She mumbled something into your ear and John B caught the glance shot his way before he averted his eyes and stared up at the porch ceiling awkwardly.
“Alright let’s go?” Pope asked and you and Nicky nodded.
“Bye,” Nicky waved to the remaining trio and you smiled and waved to them before the two of you turned and followed after Pope.
Kie, JJ, and John b stood and watched as you entered the van. Then as it peeled away from John B’s dirt drive away, the boy flinched in shock as Kie punched him in the arm.
John B reached up to rub at the spot, shooting Kie a glare.
“What the fuck?” he hissed and Kie only raised her brows at him.
“What was that?” Kie questioned and John B only looked at her in confusion.
“What?”
“C’mon John B,” JJ spoke up.
“Wh-what?” John B floundered as he looked between the two and they only shook their heads, clearly done with his shit.
Put yo hands up if ya ever been in love I know I hate it, I hate it as much as you, oh, oh Baby put your hands up if ya ever, if ya ever If ya ever been in love
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions Drugs/Drug Use and Sex
Summary: Y/N Peterkin is so tired of her mother’s neglect. When she has the opportunity to get in good graces with Rafe Cameron, she takes it. The only thing she asks is that he helps tarnish her good-girl image.
A/N: Hello! Earlier today, I put out a little announcement regarding everything going on with this series. I recommend that you go and check that out here. Also, I know that this is a peterkin!reader series but, I’m not going to specify that you are her biological daughter (meaning, you can pretend that you’re adopted if you’d prefer).
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You resented your mom.
There was no need to put it lightly or sugar-coat it. Your deep hatred for Susan Peterkin cut deep.
Everyone in your inner circle worshiped your mother like a God, just because she was the sheriff. And you had the displeasure of being her daughter, meaning you also received royalty status (which you had no interest in having).
Even the Pogues, those that often displayed their distaste for the police treasured your mother because she was always there to help, sticking her neck out for anyone that needed it.
You felt like you had eyes on you from all angles while hanging around The Cut.
And your mother never let you forget.
“Hey, Y/N quit daydreaming. You’ve got work to do.” Your mother snapped two fingers in your face, pulling you out of your daze.
You were sitting on the island, infinite amounts of papers and notebooks sprawled out around you.
Your mom was in the kitchen, speedily pouring coffee in her thermos, “Listen, you’ve got to figure out a way to finish this paperwork before the deadline.”
“Mom, I literally just graduated high school yesterday.My internship doesn’t start for another 6 weeks. I’ve got loads of time.”
“I’m giving you till Friday to finish this. I’ve got a lot of people relying on you for this internship and, we don’t need your lack of punctuality ruining things.”
Your lips were now in a tight line, trying to hold back from saying anything that would result in a screaming match.
Your mom sent you one last disapproving look before turning around, continuing to pack her lunch.
“Y/N, I’ve got pressure on me at work and I don’t any extra stress, especiallycoming from you. Do you understand?”
“What’s going on?” You asked, slightly concerned but mostly being nosy.
Inhaling deeply, she began, “The Cameron boy, he was busted by some deputies selling cocaine at a frat party about 2 days ago,”
“His father wants me to drop the whole thing, considering he helped me with some…” she hesitated, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got the drugs locked in my safe here just in case anyone tries to take anything from the station.”
Your eyes stretched, “Not only were drugs in the house but, they belonged to none other than Rafe Cameron? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“A Cameron with drugs? I thought it’d be Wheezie honestly.“ You commented under your breath.
"What? Do you know these kids?” Peterkin halted, peering over her shoulder at you.
“I hang out with Sarah all the time. I mean– where do you think I stay those nights when you’re off at work or tending to Pogues instead of your own daughter.” You replied snarkily.
“Watch your tone.”
“I just insulted you as a mother, and you’re angry about my tone? Great,” You paused, growing more offended by the second “Do you even give a shit about what I do?”
“Y/N…” she halted, “For today, can you at least try to hide your disgust towards me?” She sent you a condescending smirk.
You resisted the urge to gag out of discomfort and annoyance.
Grabbing the keys to her car from the counter, she stopped, “Oh— I forgot to tell you. I used the last of the sandwich meat so, you’ll have to find something else to eat.”
Shrugging in her direction, you turned around and headed up to your room. Seconds later, you heard the distinct creaking of your front door closing.
You sat on your bed for hours, silently sulking.
You tried extremely hard to calm down, anything to ease the tightness in your throat that indicated that you were angry.
The fact that your mother had managed to piss you off and steal the only food in the house in one interaction baffled you.
After a while, you grew even more irritable. It was split evenly down the middle but, the common denominator was Susan Peterkin.
Suddenly, a mischievous voice appeared in your head, “Get back at her.”
At first, your immediate response was no. Being spiteful against your mother was going to do nothing but cause more problems for you, considering she didn’t give a shit about what you did.
Getting up from your bed, you went in the direction of the stairs. Just as your foot came into contact with the first step, you noticed that the door to your mothers’ office was creaked open.
Your mind went to a sinister place, “Take the drugs from her safe.”
“Oh my gosh, stop it.” You replied audibly, so shocked by your own thoughts.
But then, you started to weigh out all of the pros in your head. You felt as though you had an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.
One was telling you to take it. Use it, sell it, give it back to Rafe… anything. The other was advising you to leave everything, it wasn’t your job to play hero and get involved with Peterkins’ inconveniences.
But, on the flip side, you might be doing both of you a favor. You knew deep down if she ever found out you did this, she wouldn’t rat you out. Then, everyone in all of OBX would find out.
In the process, you’d be taking care of a big issue at work for her and maybe you’d even get time to spend with Sarah more often.
“Agh, screw it,” Walking into her office, you went to the corner where the safe resided.
It took you a few attempts to guess the password to Peterkins’ safe. Every time it would beep, you’d jump out of fear, afraid that the entire plan would erupt in your face.
It wasn’t until you tried the last 4 digits of her badge number that the safe clicked, and opened.
There wasn’t much content on the inside.
A very old pack of cigarettes, an old notebook, a watch and, the drugs that belonged to Rafe.
Once you saw the contraband, it was no longer a mystery as to why it was easily confiscated.
It was literally white powder in a Ziploc bag.
You always knew Rafe wasn’t at the top of his class but, at least he’d know better than to put a highly illegal drug in something as non-discrete as a Ziploc bag.
Taking another moment to critique Rafe’s delivery, you grabbed the bag as carefully as possible and exited the house.
IF IT WASN’T FOR THE AWFUL TRAFFIC on the highway that joined Figure 8 and the Cut, you would’ve made it to the Cameron residence much earlier.
You didn’t arrive there until around 6:45 PM. It was still blazing hot outside, and you could see the crimson hue from the beginning of sunset on the lake.
There weren’t many vehicles in the driveway. The only 2 being a motorcycle and Sarah’s yellow Volkswagon Beetle.
You parked your car and got out, making sure your keys were in your pocket before you closed the door.
Right after the car locked, you heard the sound of the garage door opening.
Emerging was the very person you wanted to see, Rafe Cameron.
“Ahh shit,” He sighed, rolling his eyes, “You need to leave now. Alright, I don’t care if you’re here to see Sarah.”
“Rafe, I’m here–”
He cut you off, “Y/N, your mom screwed me over. And I know you’re just gonna run and snitch like the fucking good-two-shoes that you are.”
Pulling the poorly packaged cocaine out of your pocket, you underhand tossed it to him.
“What I was trying to say was that I’m not here on my mother’s behalf,” You replied.
“Shit, Y/N. Is this–?” He halted.
“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.
He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”
“I need to ask you a favor,”
Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.
He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”
You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”
Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”
“You’re definitely my type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”
“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”
A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.
“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”
“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”
She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.
She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”
Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be very entertaining.”
He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.
Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.
While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.
“Sometimes I can’t believe I’m related to someone so horrendous.” Sarah rolled her eyes before grabbing your wrist, pulling you inside her house.
AFTER LEAVING SARAH’S HOUSE you were bouncing from wall to wall, thinking of all the things Rafe would want.
Trying to sleep that night was absolutely terrible.
Your mother sent you a text saying that she’d be staying at the station all night trying to finish some paperwork so, you had at least another 12 hours before she realized the drugs had been taken from her safe.
The one thing that plagued your mind was Rafe Cameron.
You were eager to know what he needed you to do.
Although you did willingly come to him and practically beg for his help, you still couldn’t ignore the deep pit in your stomach, telling you that this was bound to end poorly.
Getting fed up with your pessimistic thoughts, you reached for your phone on the nightstand and called Rafe.
You were seconds away from hanging up the phone when he answered. You almost gasped out of shock because you only somewhat expected him to pick up.
When he did, you were bombarded with the sound of rap music and screaming teenagers, “Hello!” He shouted over the music.
“R-Rafe?” You got up from your seated position on the bed, anticipating every second of this call.
“Y/N… listen, I can’t hear you but, I’m at Topper’s house!” He yelled, “I’ll text you the address.”
He hung up before you could say anything else.
You ran your fingers through your hair, contemplating if you should go or not.
You weren’t scared, it’s not like your mom cared enough to get mad if she knew you went to a party.
In all honesty, Rafe made you nervous. He always did, even before you found out he was linked to drugs.
When your phone buzzed with Topper’s address, you knew the damage was done. You were already so intrigued by Rafe Camerson that you couldn’t say no.
Looking at your phone, you read the message,
724 Readfield Ln. I’ll be on the porch waiting for you.
Warnings: Swearing, Talks of sex, Mentions of drugs, swearing
A/N: Sooooo… it’s taking me a very long time to finish this request but, I wanted to give a little sneak peek! I’m not finish writing but, I hope this keeps everyone satisfied until I’ve finished. @a-bolanos I hope you enjoy this sneak peak lol <3
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“Shit, Y/N. Is this–?” He halted.
“Yeah, it should all be there.” Crossing your arms, you stepped into the garage with him.
He sent an appreciative nod, and turned around, “Sarah’s inside.”
“I need to ask you a favor,”
Rafe spun, exploring your face, “What is up with Peterkins and asking for shit?”
“Okay, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lump me in with my mother, considering I just gave you back the coke she confiscated,” you reacted, crossing your arms.
He took a seat on a small stool, placing him many feet below you. As he stared up into your eyes, he began, “Speak.”
You smiled, fortunate that he’d even oblige you, “I want you to corrupt me.”
Almost as a reflex, Rafe snickered in a way that showed he was in complete control of the situation, “Y/N, you’re hot.”
“You’redefinitelymy type but, you’re also the sheriff’s daughter so, if you came here to ask me to fuck you, I’m sadly going to pass.”
“Oh my gosh,” you paused, covering your face in embarrassment, “Rafe, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just need you to get me in some trouble so my mom will acknowledge me.”
A look passed over him and you knew that your comment hurt his ego but, he never faltered for a second.
“Hm,” He returned, “I’ve got something in mind.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything,”
“For starters-” Before he could finish, Sarah came surging through the door with excitement, “Y/N! I recognized your car through the window.”
She ran and gave you a hug. “Hey.” You smiled, thrilled to be in her embrace.
She peeked over her shoulder and saw her brother. “Don’t you have anything better to do than harass my friend?”
Standing up from his spot, he towered over the two of you. “Contrary to popular belief, I can be veryentertaining.”
He glanced towards you, giving a devilish smirk before exiting the garage.
Getting on his bike, he put the red helmet over his head and started revving the engine.
While Sarah wasn’t looking, he flipped up the lense of his hat and mouthed, “Call me” before driving away.
