#John b drabble
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JJ got a hand in your hair,scratching at your scalp softly while John b has a warm hand under your(his) shirt as he runs the tip of his finger down your spine. "you getting sleepy pup?" He ask,looking down at you while you hum,snuggling further between the two guys.
"yeah... you're so warm" you mumble as your eyelids start to close slowly,head tilted into JJ's hand while you hum happily. "I just..my brain doesn't want to turn off but I wanna sleep" you whine, receiving a coo from both boys as they look at each other with a knowing smirk. "you need that Brain turned off cupcake?" JJ asks,receiving a nod in response. John b hand travels down your back over the curve of your ass as you hum contently,letting his finger run over your clothed pussy.
"bee..." "I know,pup,I've got you...just relax mh?" Nodding with a smile you let him peel your panties down your legs as JJ starts to press sticky kisses on your neck. Your brunette boyfriend moves over the edge of the bed,spreading your legs apart as he hums. "there's my girl...should see her JJ,so wet" the boy chuckles,pressing a kiss to your clit before moving his finger over your mouth. "wet them for me,angel"
Opening your mouth you twirl your tongue around his digits,coating them in spit as he brings them back down,ghosting them over your entrance before slowly moving them inside. "yeah...there you go,nice and warm hm?" Before you can answer JJ tilt your head to the side,showing his tongue into your mouth as John b starts to move his fingers.
"just relax hm,we've got you princess" JJ mumbles as his hand moves over your tits,squeezing them with a pleased groan. Grinding into John B's palms you release a high pitched whine "bee" "yeah,can feel you squeezing me tight,you close already baby? just needed this so much?"Nodding in response,your back arches off the bed,holding onto your blonde boyfriend forearm for support as you clench around John b fingers. JJ smirk from behind you,continuing his work of fondling your boobs as his lips sucks at the skin between your neck and shoulder, "c'mon,sweets.. know you got in you,just need to let it out" he whispers into your ear. John b presses a kiss to your clit before bringing his thumb over it,rubbing the bundle in circles as he smiles. "let it go,pup" After a few more pumps you press your face into JJ's chest,moaning at the overwhelming sensations,the tanned skin boy slowly still his movements before removing his fingers completely out of you,licking them clean before coming back up and pressing a kiss to your lips. "let's get you clean up" He mumbles,chucking at your already closed eyes,a hum is all he gets as an answer as he wipes you down with a wet towel. "out like a light she goes" JJ chuckles as you snuggle into his side,John b taking his previous spot on your other side before pressing a kiss to your head. "goodnight puppy"
#this is so messy#im not even sure i like it but i wanna post something#outer banks#outer banks x reader#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank drabble#john b routledge#john b x reader#john b imagine#john b drabble#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader x john b routledge#🎀princess#princess rambles🐇
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Rafe Cameron would definitely call your breasts “tits”
JJ Maybank would call them some stupid shit like "melons”, or “jugs”, but more commonly, “boobs”.
John B is a simple man. He’d probably refer to them as “his girls”.
Pope Heyward would just call them breasts, but when he’s influenced by JJ, he’d call them milkers.
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ok but toxic!jj x reader x toxic!john b dating? how would that be?
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ahh this dynamic is so so interesting to me, solely because of the added factor of toxic!john b
ive discussed toxic!jj previously on my blog but to summarise he tends to be very avoidant,distant, hurtful and mean for periods of time to prove a point, or get his way , and sometimes just because he feels like it but the moment he feels you slip away he is borderline suffocating you with his presence
but the added factor of john b makes this whole situation much more intriguing
john b supposedly is the voice of reason, the leader, the one guiding you and despite all of this he encourages jj’s destructive tendencies because he benefits from it just as much as him
toxic!john b is very different from jj but just as harmful in my opinion
he is always with you. constantly, 24/7, non stop- otherwise he is wholeheartedly convinced your abandoning him
his presence is almost like a blanket but instead of keeping you safe and warm it’s slightly choking you, making it hard to breathe
weirdly enough in the relationship between you three there is no tension between the two but rather a joint agreement in keeping you with them forever
and god forbid either of them see you talking with a guy which isn’t them or pope, it always starts the same
first it’s the passive agressive comments from jj - taking jabs every chance he gets
then it’s john b’s constant suffocation of you by not letting you be with your thoughts for a moment constantly talking or commentating or making you reassure him
and when jj begins his love bombing its like your being smothered by two grown men and slowly and surely this relationship starts to feel like hell but atleast they love you right?
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could I please get a hate sex one with John b
Welp, this isn’t really a ‘hate sex’ one but i tried to follow both of your requests with the brother’s best friend and this one. I’m not sure that i succeeded but i hope you like it anyway<3
brother’s best friend!john b routledge
minors DNI +18
reader and john are both over 18 in this story
brother’s best friend!john who secretly hoped that someday pope and kie would dare him to kiss you, and guess what, today was the day
brother’s best friend!john who started walking towards you and the stupid touron you were battling your eyelashes at
brother’s best friend!john who came to you and and said “im sorry”, too quickly for you to understand what he was saying before he was kissing you
brother’s best friend!john who you pushed back because “what the fuck? JJ’ s at the keg are you crazy”
brother’s best friend!john who immediately started apologising, but was caught off guard when you whispered “but you can come with me to the château”
brother’s best friend!john who never in a million years did he think that he would have the chance to hook up with you but there you were, kissing him like a bitch in heat
brother’s best friend!john who sucked in a breath when you untied the strings of your top leaving your upper torso bare
brother’s best friend!john who was pressing kisses everywhere he could reach, muttering under his breath, barely audible “i’ve waited for this moment for so long”
brother’s best friend!john who instantly froze when you told him to stop and got down on your knees
brother’s best friend!john who was babbling, going absolutely delirious for the way your mouth felt around his cock
brother’s best friend!john who grabbed your hair and started fucking your mouth as you gagged on his cock
brother’s best friend!john who came so fast with the way your tight throat was squeezing him just right
brother’s best friend!john who just stared at you breathless as you got up from the ground, “we should do that sometime again” you smiled as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek
brother’s best friend!john who felt his voice come back and yelled “y-yeah” just after you walked out of the door
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i luv john b so much he looks like a little puppy i just wanna squish his face and kiss him all over hes so pretty pls one chance pls pls olsoslslspsoslsl
wanna hold him so tight when he wakes up from a nightmare or something!!! i love him he is literally my daddy guys… like that’s my man…
i wan to kiss him all over even if he’s a little stinky!!!!!!!!! it’s okay!!!!!!!!! i’ll hold my nose!!!!!!!!!!!
n his eyes r so pretty i cant stop theyre so wide and puppy he is just puppy daddy man i love him i cannot function i NEED this man biblically i need him in copious amounts i need him all over me 24/7
i need to stop my brain today has been john b 24/7 like i have so much random stuff to blabber on about but idk if anyone that follows me is interested so let me just keep that to myself.
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⌲;꒰ Pretty please!! ꒱
Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.
Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.
Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe
An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable
« J. Routledge »
"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."
John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.
"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.
"It's sweeter this way. Please?"
He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.
But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."
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« J. Maybank »
"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"
JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.
"What? Can't peel it on your own?"
He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.
He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.
He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.
"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"
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« P. Heyward »
"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."
"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.
He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.
He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.
He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.
He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.
"There. Anything else you need?"
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« R. Cameron »
"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"
Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.
"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.
"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."
He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.
"Are you fucking with me?"
"So is that a no?"
He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."
Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.
"There. All better now?"
You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.
He only shrugs and leans back in for another.
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i'll take care of you ~ jj maybank
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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You reached our for it and when you saw who the caller was, you immediately sat up and answered it.
"Babe? What's wrong?"
JJ's heavy breath was the only thing you could hear.
"JJ? Is everything okay? What's going on?" you pressed, panic settling in your chest.
"Can I come over? I'll explain everything" his voice was so small, you could barely hear him.
"Of course you can, baby"
"I'll see you in 10 minutes" he said and hung up, not giving you a chance to say anything else.
It wasn't weird to get phone calls from JJ in the middle of the night, but he was never this distressed. Your mind started coming up with all kinds of scenarios, one worse than the other.
The 10 minute wait seemed like forever before you heard the all too familiar knock on your window.
You immediately jumped and opened it, being met with the bloody and bruised smiling face of your boyfriend.
"What happened to your face?" you asked while helping him enter your room without making too much noise to wake up your parents.
"Nothing serious, it's fine. Doesn't hurt as bad as it looks" he shrugged his shoulders and laid back on your bed.
You stood rooted in your spot, staring at him. You knew where the bruises came from all too well, but it didn't help that JJ was still trying to hide them from you.
"J, please just tell me the truth" your voice was small, knowing that JJ couldn't deal with screams and anger.
"I am, it's nothint that hasn't happened before. I'm used to it, it's fine" he was now sitting up, patting the spot next to him.
You bit your lip but complied and sat down, putting your right hand on his knee.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this, baby" tears started streaming down your cheeks by now, sobs fighting their way out of your body.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, it's just how he is. He's not always like this, you know, he has his good moments" the fact that he still tried to defend his dad, beaten to a pulp by him, brought even more tears and sadness in you.
"You don't deserve this, baby. Nobody should ever lay a finger on you, let alone a hand. You deserve so much better" you rested your head against his shoulder, squeezing his knee in comfort.
He brought a hand down to his knee and took hold of yours. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed, knowing how much JJ needed to feel you there with him.
"I have you, and that's all I need. Don't be so hard on yourself, it's not your fault" he whispered, kissing your forehead.
"Please let me take care of you. I'll talk to my parents and see if you can stay here for a while. They can even become your legal guardians until you turn 18. I know they'll do it, and you'll finally have a safe place that you could call home" the idea seemed so simple and easy for you, but it seemed like such a stretch to JJ.
"I can't ask you or your parents to do that, babe. Being a burden to your family is the last thing I want to do" he tried to reason with you, but you weren't having it.
"No, you listen to me. I am not letting you go back home, JJ. My parents love you and I know they are going to want to help you. Please don't push me away, let me help you" you were basically begging him at this point, but you didn't care.
Nobody deserved the life that he had, and you'll be damned if his father touched him one more time. You were going to do everything in your power to make sure he'd never received another punch or insult from his dad ever again.
"Okay" he finally whispered after a while, chewing on his bottom lip.
You let out a big sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding and wrapped him in your arms, silent tears falling down your face.
He buried his head in your neck, taking in your familiar scent and warm hold.
He finally felt like things could finally take a turn for the better. Like he would get a new chance at life.
All because of you.
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Pairing: daddy!john b x little!reader x papa!jj
Warnings: age regression, some cursing
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You were standing before the entrance of the country club, hands shaking and tears forming in your eyes while you call John B, anxiously waiting for him to pick up.
Just seconds later you hear him on the other line. "Hey baby..." He trails off, waving JJ over to him as he hears you starting to sob instantly. He puts you on speaker, trying to calm you down. "Baby, breathe. Are you hurt?"
"N-No..." You sniffle and both boys sigh in relief.
"Okay, can you tell me what's going on?" He asks, JJ pulling his hat off while pacing back and forth, desperate to know what or who made his girl upset.
"I-I was servin' one of the guests and-and he was bein' weird and tw- tried to touch me! I was bein' nice and told him not to...b-but later my boss came to me and fired me bee! Didn't do anythin' wrong-" You sob, hoping nobody hears you right now and he could hear your speech slurring a little and knows you're fighting to not slip in public.
"Mother-" JJ starts and John B gives him a warning glare, sending him off to get the keys for the Twinkie.
"It's okay, bun. Where are you right now?" He sounds calm but also he was boiling with anger, knowing that creep probably told your boss some shit, threatened or bribed him to fire you just because you told him no.
"M'outside before the entrance..."
"Alright, stay there. Me and papa are on our way, 'kay?" You didn't answer but John B knows you were nodding your head.
As soon as JJ was sure you weren't on the phone he started cursing and ranting while getting in the drivers side of the van. "I swear- imma beat the shit outta that asshole. How dare he? Fucking kooks-"
John B tunes him out, more focused on texting you to make sure you're alright and keeps you updated on how far away they are.
Soon enough they spot you standing before the country club, hugging yourself sadly. John B quickly goes to the back and slides the door open, jumping out to embrace you.
He scoops you up, getting back in the Twinkie he slides the door close before sitting down and cradles you in his arms. He brushes the strains of hair that stuck to your wet cheeks to the side, looking down at you with a comforting smile.
"M'sorry-" your bottom lip quivers and you went to hide your face in his chest.
"Hey, you don't have to be sorry at all. It's not your fault, okay? Neither of us are mad at you." He assures you, wiping the one tear from your cheek that slipped. "Right, JJ?"
"Huh- oh hell yea! We're proud of you for standin' up for yourself, cupcake. If something like that ever happens again you have my full permission to slap that person." JJ says catching you smiling a little through the rearview mirror, giving you a wink.
John B just rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything as your giggling at JJ's antics was better than seeing you cry. As much as he's the more responsible one he can't deny that he wishes you spat in that creeps face. Anyway, it was a shit job either way.
Maybe he can talk to Mr. Heyward about giving you a mini job.
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"we should do something like... pottery, it'll be fun. I wanna make you a little cup" you mumble,your cheek pressed on your boyfriend's tan chest as you both lay in the hammock outside the chateau. "yeah? that'll be real cute,bubba. We could arrange something like that" John b presses a kiss to the top of your head,rubbing softly at the exposed skin of your back due to your tank top.
"you know!" you start excitedly,leaning on your elbows to look at him better "newborn elephants can't control their trunk from the start,so it just swings around and sometimes they trip on it" your eyes are wide and shiny,not blinking to make sure to not miss your boyfriend's reaction at the information "that's real cute, sweetheart." "it is! I know" you lay back down,running the tip of your fingers over his arm as you hum to yourself.
One of his calloused reaches the back of your neck,massaging at the skin "did you wear spf today,pup?" "I...shit,I forgot" you mumble,closing your eyes as you realize the small mistake "I'm sorry" "it's fine,how about we go in and put some on" he asks,looking down at you with a gentle smile "nooo,let's stay here a little more" your lips are instantly pulled into a pout,shaking your head as if your boyfriend just suggested the stupidest thing ever.
"let's just stay here a little more,I promise then I'll go and put some sunscreen on" you say as you close your eyes;breathing slowly as the mix of the warm sun,the closeness of your boyfriend and his hands massaging your skin makes you slightly sleepy "right...a little more" John b chuckles before pressing a kiss to your forehead "enjoy your nap angel."
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AHHH! I literally love all your fics! You’re definitely one of my favorite writers for OBX! okay first thing! Can I please be on the tag list for obx fics and second! Could you maybe write some JJ or John B smut with them being total bottoms maybe with some f receiving oral and degration 🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 actual begging here (I love ur writing so much it’s actually amazing)
awh thank you so much!!! And ofc I’ll add you asap!! :D
Imo, John b would definitely be a switch! but just for you, this is more on the sub side ^^
sometimes after long, drug out, missions where they lost to kooks yet again—he needs a break. He needs to take his mind off of things, and what better way than to let you do all the thinking for him??
his favorite way to do that is by giving you other worldly head. And I mean face sitting, to the point where he thinks he’s taking his last breath between your thighs, but he honestly doesn’t even care. “Dirty whore, aren’t you, pretty boy? Just f’me, hm?” You’d coo at him, running your nails through his messy hair. He’d nod against your pussy, his own groans sending vibrations through your core.
His cock sat against his stomach, throbbing painfully and hard. His tip was an angry color, begging for your attention as your hand reached around to wrap around it. His hips bucked into your hand, and you clicked your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, slut.” You hissed out. He whimpered, digging his tongue into your cunt in hopes of pleasing you enough to make you jerk him off.
and god, when you finally do, he’s such a cute mess! His babbles and whines muffled by your cunt, and you could see your slick on his nose from riding his face. His pupils were blown out, and when you tried to lift off of his face, he pulled you right back down. You were sure his jaw was sore, and it was, but that didn’t stop him from making you squirt for a third time all over him! he loves your pussy so much :)
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Thinking about John B with a SLIGHTTT slapping kink so slight it’s not even slapping. The thing is about John b he doesn’t wanna admit he secretly likes inflicting a little pain on you. He can’t help you just look so cute when your pained :(He wouldn’t actually full on slap you if you misbehave like Jj or Rafe, instead just laying some soft taps on your face. Just know if you piss him off slightly his looking at you all deep, “We’re not gonna do that l’right pup?” Before tapping your cheek as a way to reprimand you. Just wanna be his good girl but when he acts all dominant like that i immediately wanna misbehave
stopppp this is so true!!!!
he feels too bad to actually, properly slap you so he resorts to slight little taps on your face, softly gripping the sides of them muttering “kay’ no more.. cut it out” and caging you with his arms to literally stop you physically from doing what you’re going to do
and he is such a sucker that after doing it, he will be kissing your cheeks all over literally suffocating you with his face as a little reward for being good (even though you haven’t)
i’m slowly converting to johnbism
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it must be fate - jj maybank
SUMMARY: the three times that fate pulled you and JJ together ; very loosely based on Invisible String by Taylor Swift - requested by @willowpains
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
WARNINGS: curse words
a/n: i absolutely adore this fic and i have an idea for a part two, so lmk if u want it
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THE FIRST TIME: the meeting
The minute you walk through the classroom door, all eyes are instantly on you. Your tiny hands tighten around your backpack straps and you take in a deep, shaky breath.
“What’s your name sweetie?” the teacher at the front of the room asks you sweetly, after you’ve been silent for a couple moments.
“Um- y/n. I just moved here,” you mutter, feeling a familiar burn on your cheeks as you try to avoid eye contact with all of the kids staring at you.
“Hello y/n, welcome to OBX Middle School,” she glances around the room, searching for a place to direct you to. “I think we have a full class, but Zoe isn’t here today, so you can go ahead and take a seat there. Right next to JJ,” she points to an open seat, and your eyes find the boy she’s talking about.
The boy in question turns around in his seat, eyes meeting yours. You take a moment to look at him. His blonde hair fell over his forehead freely, and he wore khakis and a red t-shirt stained with what you can only imagine as dirt; he looked disheveled in almost every way, but he wore a smile on his face that made it almost impossible for you to look away.
You realize, far too late, that you’ve been staring for awfully too long. You shuffle over to the seat, a shy smile on your face directed at the boy- JJ. You liked that name. You wondered what it was short for.
You put your bag next to your chair, shuffling through it to find your pencil bag. Your hand grips it, and as you pull it out of the bag, it slips out of your hand and falls to the floor with an audible thud. You close your eyes for a short moment in embarrassment.
You open your eyes, ready to reach down and pick it up, but JJ already has it in his hands, holding it out to you. “Here,” he says simply, the same kind smile on his face.
“Thank you,” you breathe out, a slight chuckle leaving your lips. “I’m y/n,” you say quietly, only wanting the boy to hear and not the rest of the class.
The boys smile widens, “I’m JJ.”
“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Mr. Maybank?” the teacher questions, her voice raised.
“No, ma’am,” JJ says with a small smirk, sending one last glance your way.
“Alright then. Pay attention, and stop corrupting the new girl,” she says, a slight joking tone in her voice.
Your cheeks turn red at the mention of you, but your lips twitch into a smile when you see the look on JJ’s face.
Five minutes ago, you’d walked into the classroom terrified of being in a whole new town and school. But now, for some reason you couldn’t possibly explain, as you looked at JJ, you felt calm.
In that moment, you felt like maybe being the new kid wouldn’t be as terrible as you’d thought.
THE SECOND TIME: the halloween dance
Your hands fiddle with the hem of your skirt as you stand on your tiptoes, scanning the room for your date. Your nose scrunched up when you said the word in your head, ‘date’. You were only in 7th grade, and you’d never dated before. You didn’t even like Johnathon like that, so you didn’t know why your heart was clenched tightly and your eyes welled up with tears when you couldn’t find him.
It had been nearly an hour since the dance started; since you were supposed to meet Johnathon at the front doors.
You let an irritated, embarrassed, and sad sigh escape your lips as you sit down on the bleachers, as you finally realized that Johnathon was not coming. And you’d worn this extremely uncomfortable cowgirl costume for nothing. Dressing as Jessie and Woody for the Halloween Dance had been Johnathans idea; he’d said it would be the perfect couples costume. It had excited you, if you were being honest, to be a part of a couples costume. But now you’d desperately wished that you’d never said yes in the first place.
You stand up off of the bleachers after mentally coming to the decision that you needed to leave. When your gaze directs toward the double doors of the gym, your eye just barely catches the back of a brown cowboy hat. Woody’s cowboy hat.
Your eyes widen in surprise, and your feet begin to move before you can let another thought enter your mind. You reach Johnathan, tapping him on the shoulder excitedly. He turns around, cowboy boots slapping against the wood floor and you take a step back when you see the cowboys face. Your eyes trail over the boy’s outfit, eyebrows furrowing together. He was woody, all right, but he was not Johnathan. “JJ?”
JJ’s eyes narrow for a split second, giving your costume a once over. “Y/n?” he asks, a shocked smile developing on his face. “Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever.”
You nod in agreement, still a little rattled by the strangeness of this moment. JJ Maybank - the boy you sat next to in 4th grade and hadn’t talked to since, was standing in front of you wearing the costume that coupled with yours, and the original owner of the costume idea was no where to be found. Strange, you think.
“I’ve never seen you at a dance before,” you say, shifting on your feet.
JJ sighs, “yeah, I didn’t really want to come, but some of my friends convinced me, and now I don’t know where the hell they went,” he says, irritated as he looks around the gym aimlessly. His eyes shift back to you after a moment, “I like your costume,” he says with a small smile.
Your cheeks turn pink, you’re not sure why. “Crazy, isn’t it? That we’re matching. I was supposed to meet Jackson here; he was supposed to be Woody too, but I haven’t seen him.”
JJ frowns at the disappointment in your voice that you were trying to cover up. “Well, it’s a good thing you have a back-up Woody,” he says with a smile, gesturing to himself.
You chuckle, “you’re offering to keep me company?” you ask, a hopeful smile playing on your lips.
JJ nods, stepping toward you a little and extending his hand. “Well, we do have matching costumes,” he says with a smile and a small shrug.
Suddenly, with one touch of your hands to JJ's, every thought about Johnathan had left your mind. Matter of fact, every thought that didn't have to do with the blonde boy in front of you, had left your mind.
Maybe this dance won't be so bad, you thought.
THE THIRD TIME: the party
You were absolutely fucking plastered.
The realization hit you when you tripped over literally nothing and slammed into the wall, the wind being knocked out of you. All you can do is laugh hysterically as you push your body off the wall, attempting to steady yourself.
You lean your back against the wall, giving into your exhaustion a little. You’d been at this party for hours, you think. You don’t actually know how long you’ve been here, all you know is that you’ve had a drink in your hand the entire time. And when a drink is in your hand, you drink it.
You normally didn’t drink this much at parties, you swear. Multiple factors went into this night being… different. Your friends who had invited you were absolutely nowhere to be found, and you’d really been looking forward to going to this party for weeks. You hadn't gone to any social event in what felt like forever, so getting back out there was exciting - at first. Now, you were absolutely wasted and alone, at a party where you didn't really even know anyone.
You notice the lack of weight of the red solo cup in your hand, frowning at the sight of the bottom of the cup through the tiny bit of clear liquid that was left.
On your way over to the drink table, you run straight into a tall figure, and two arms reach out to steady you. “Woah woah- watch where ur going,” he says harshly.
“My bad,” you slur, involuntarily laugh leaving your lips.
The guys eyes land on yours, noticing your clear intoxication, “Hey, y/n, right?” You nod lazily, only humming in response. “I’m Jackson, if you didn’t already know,” he says, cockiness in his voice evident to you even in his drunken state.
You smile anyway, holding out your hand, “nice to meet ya.”
He chuckles, shaking your hand tightly. “Whatchu drinkin’ there?” he asks, peeking his eyes over into your cup.
You look at it too, swirling the small amount of liquid around a couple times. You shrug, “dunno. It’s good, but it’s almost empty.”
The boy chuckles, eyes scanning over you one more time, “I hear Cameron hides some top shelf shit up in his room,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Wanna go check it out?”
Alarm bells go off in your brain - the part that’s still somewhat aware of what’s happening. You stay silent, but you shake your head a little. Your mind says no. Your body also says no. But the strong hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist says ‘you don’t have a choice.’
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“Come on, JJ,” John B says, putting the twinkie in park.
JJ groaned, “why the fuck do I have to go in? Didn’t you say it would take ‘literally two seconds,’” he mocked him in a deep voice.
John B rolls his eyes, “just come the fuck on. You can grab a couple free beers,” he said with a slight smirk, knowing that would get him.
JJ huffs, shaking his head as he opens the passenger seat door, then slamming it shut.
“I just have to drop off Sarah's bag she left at my place, then we’ll be out of here. 5 minutes, tops.”
“Whatever,” JJ mutters, leaning against the wall and sipping a beer. He lets out an irritated sigh, eyes mindlessly scanning around the party. Maybe he’d find someone with something better than shitty beer.
His eyes go past two figures on the stairs, immediately doing a double take. His eyes narrow at the scene, and then he recognizes you. You, who he hasn’t seen in years. His eyes stay on you for a couple moments, but once the shock leaves him, he notices the other figure. A guy, a kook he barely recognizes dragging you up the steps.
“Ouch,” he reads your lips from across the room, unable to hear over the music and voices around him.
That’s all it takes for JJ to snap out of his trance of shock, pushing himself off the wall and rushing toward the stairs. He pushes his way through the crowd, bumping shoulders with everyone in his way. “Hey!” he calls out, finally in range of you and the kook dragging you up the stairs. He moves up the stairs, placing himself in between you and the douche bag. “Get off of her,” JJ says through gritted teeth, eyeing his grip on your arm. You look up at him, the look in your eyes grateful even though you’re not entirely aware of the situation.
“The fuck’s your problem, Maybank?” the guy barks out, letting go of you to use both his hands to shove JJ’s chest.
JJ doesn’t flinch, the only movement in his body being the clench of his jaw. “Leave the girl alone,” he says lowly, eyes flickering to you just for a moment.
Jackson chuckles, “this is none of your business, pogue. We were just heading upstairs to talk, right y/n?”
You gulp, leaning against the wall for support, your head spinning. “I-” you start, before realizing words won’t make it past the tip of your tounge. Your eyes meet JJ’s, and all you can do is shake your head and hope he knows what to do.
“Son of a bitch,” JJ mutters. He pulls his arm back, only a second before his fist makes contact with Jackson’s face, his body immediately making contact with the wall.
Small gasps are heard from all around the room, but the intrigue of the scene only lasts a moment before people go back to how they were before.
Your eyes trail down to Jackson’s practically limp body slumped up against the wall. Relief floods through your body, and suddenly you feel even dizzier than you did before. “Hey, hey,” JJ’s hands are suddenly on your hips, supporting your weight. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
“No,” you manage to croak out, your throat closed up tightly and tears welling in your eyes unwillingly. “I wanna- I wanna go home, JJ,” you say, your voice lower than a whisper.
JJ nods intently, “of course. I’ll take you, okay?” he asks for confirmation.
You simply nod, slinging your arm around his neck. JJ keeps his arm tightly around your waist as he guides you down the stairs and toward the front door. He practically carries you all the way out to the Twinkie, and he helps you into the passengers seat.
“I’ll be right back, okay? Just gotta get the keys,” he says, giving your leg a gentle squeeze.
You nod lazily, your eyes squeezed shut and your head against the headrest.
JJ comes back a few minutes later, keys in hand. “I’m sure John B won’t mind staying the night there,” he mumbled as he slides into the drivers seat. He glances over at you, “you still doing alright?”
“Mhm,” you hum softly, eyes opening to meet his, “thank you.”
JJ smiles a little, the look in his eyes still filled with worry, “let’s get you home.”
You nod, shutting your eyes again in attempt to stop the headache you can already feel creeping in. On the drive home, you go over the events that just took place in your head; what you remember of them, anyways.
Your hand traces over the red mark on your arm, and you can practically still feel Jackson’s hand wrapped tightly around it. Along with that, the ache in your stomach came back, the terrified feeling that you’d had had you were pulled up the stairs; as with every step, you lost a little more of your free will.
You hadn’t realized that your breathing had become deeper-more scattered, until JJ’s hand was on you, just above your knee. “Hey,” he said softly, lightly shaking your leg. “Are you okay?”
You let out a shaky breath, placing your hand over his and squeezing tightly. “Yeah, yeah I think so,” you breathe out, looking out the window and only then realizing that’d you’d made it home.
JJ’s eyes stay on you, rapidly searching your eyes to see if you were telling the truth. The look he finds in your eyes is the same one he could see from all away across the room at the party: scared. “Let’s go inside, okay?” he says softly, the look on your face making his heart clench.
You nod slowly, moving to open the door. “I got it, I got it, I got it,” JJ said quickly, jumping out of the Twinkie and running to open your door for you.
You let out a laugh for the first time of the night, your chest feeling a little less heavy as JJ scooped you up in his arms and carried you all the way to your bedroom.
JJ grabs you some comfier clothes, after being told which drawers to look through. He helps you take your makeup off, and run a brush through your hair so it won’t be tangled in the morning.
By the end of your long routine, the effect of the alcohol is wearing off slightly, and now you just feel sick. And oh-so tired. “M’gonna sleep now,” you say with a yawn, lying yourself down on your bed under the covers that JJ had moved over for you.
JJ nods with a small smile, looking over you one more time. “I’ll head out, then. Anything else you need?”
Your heart clenches at the thought of being alone, “could you-” you take a breath, “could you stay, maybe? Just until I fall asleep.”
JJ’s eyes soften, instantly nodding. “Course,” he says simply, kicking his shoes of and lying on the bed next to you, on top of the covers.
You try to sleep, you really do. But your thoughts keep you wide awake. You replay the events of the night in your head, over and over again. And no matter how many times you do, you can’t get over how lucky you were that JJ was there.
“Hey, JJ?” you ask softly, unable to stop yourself as the thoughts in your still slightly drunken mind became too hard to ignore.
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever feel like..” you pause for a moment, searching for the right words. “Like there’s something that pulls us together? Like me and you?”
JJ’s body shifts toward you at your words, “what do you mean?”
You take in a breath, “I dunno, like-” you shift on the bed, body now facing him. “Remember when we first met? On my first day of 4th grade?” He nods. “I was so petrified of starting at a new school. I was positive that it was going to be the worst experience of my life. But then, Zoe Lambert happened to be sick that day, and I just happened to have to sit in that seat next to you. And something about you, JJ, I don’t know what it was, but it made me feel like maybe everything would be okay. It was like meeting you in that moment was exactly what I needed,” you spoke softly, not meeting his eyes. His silent intrigue made you go on, “Then at the 7th grade Halloween Dance. Jackson Brantley stood me up, and I was devastated. Sitting on the bleachers, all alone in my Jessie costume, I was fully ready to leave the dance and go cry myself to sleep. But then, I saw you who just happened to be dressed in a Woody costume. What was about to go down as my most embarrassing night, turned into one of the most fun nights I’ve ever had. Just because you happened to be there in the other half of my couples costume. And then…tonight,” you finally looked up to meet his eyes, which were already looking at you intently. “JJ, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there,” you were whispering now, not trusting your own voice.
“But I was,” he says softly, hand reaching out to the side of your face. “Nothing happened, okay? You’re safe,” he reassures, eyes scanning yours rapidly.
You offer him a small smile, “I know,” you say, bringing your hand up to tighten around his. “Because you just happened to be there,” you add.
JJ smiles a little, mind going back to what you were saying before.
something pulling you together
“I never realized how weird it was, the ways we’ve run into each other over the years. It’s almost like-” he starts, only stopping when his eyes came back to yours.
“Like what?” you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper.
“Fate?” he offers, a questioning tone of his voice.
“Fate,” you repeat softly, a smile playing at your lips as you think about it. “That must be it,” you come to the conclusion aloud.
You let out a breath, relieved that you’ve finally spoken to JJ about the thought that’s been poking at the back of your mind for years now.
Your previous exhaustion comes back to you quickly, and before you can stop yourself, you lay your head on JJ’s chest. You feel JJ’s fingers comb through your hair, his steady breath hitting your forehead.
Before you drift to sleep, your last lazy thought slips out of your mouth, “kinda like an invisible little string.”
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no pogue-on-pogue macking ~ jj maybank
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No Pogue-on-Pogue jacking. The sacred rule of the Pogues.
A rule that you and JJ, of course, broke. You had secretly been dating for a couple of months, having managed to sneak around John B's back. The only person who knew about you two was Kie, and that's because she caught you making out in your car.
"Hey guys, I'm going to Sarah's for a couple of hours. Please don't burn down the house" John B announced to you, JJ and Kie, who were all laying on the couch in his chateau.
"We won't" you assured him, flashing him a big smile.
You were eager for him to leave because that meant a couple of hours of you hanging out with JJ like a real couple is supposed to.
"Call me before you leave so I can make us something to eat" Kie told him, standing up and walking him out.
She looked behind her and winked at you, making your cheeks go bright red.
"Um, okay" John B said, confusion etched on his face.
As soon as he was out of sight, JJ immediately pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses all over your face.
"I thought he wasn't ever going to leave" you mumbled, grabbing JJ's face and smashing your lips against his.
He immediately moved his arms so they were wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest.
You moved so you were sitting across his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. You ran your hands through his soft blonde hair, tugging at the roots every once in a while, action which prompted moans to come out of his mouth.
"I love you" he whispered against your lips, stopping for a second to catch his breath.
"I love you more" you whispered back, a gigantic grin plastered across your lips.
JJ resumed his kisses, this time focusing on your neck and sweet spot. He ran his tongue over your sweet spot and started sucking, making sure to leave a big hockey.
You couldn't help but moan at the feeling, tugging at his locks.
"Hey guys, I forgot my- What the hell?!" John B's voice made you jump from JJ's lap and land on the sofa, your face holding a guilty and embarrassed expression.
"What the hell, man?" JJ said, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"What are you guys doing?" he repeated his question, his eyes darting between the two of you.
"Um, well-" JJ started, trying to come up with a lie, but you couldn't bear the lies anymore.
"We're together" you blurted out, slapping a hand across your mouth as soon as the words left it.
Both John B and JJ were staring at you wide-eyed, not believing what they both just heard.
"You're together? How long has this been going on?" John B insisted, fuming.
"10 months" your voice was not as confident now, but you tried to stand your ground.
"You broke our rule! You know, the no Pogue-on-Pogue macking thing? You forget about that?"
"John B, you know as well as we do that it's a stupid rule. Plus, we're not just macking. We're serious about each other" JJ explained, taking your hand in his.
You nodded, intertwining your fingers with JJ's.
"Who else knows?" he was much calmer now, but you could tell he was not happy with the situation.
"Just Kiara" you were quick to say.
John B sighed, running a hand through his hair and down his face.
"I'm not happy with this" he said and looked at you. "However, if you can promise to keep the affection to a minimum when we're together, I can let it slide"
You squealed and jumped up from the couch, flinging your arms around his neck.
"Thank you" you whispered in his ear, making him chuckle.
"You don't have to thank me. Just make sure you keep an eye on my boy"
You nodded, letting him go and sitting back in your spot.
You and JJ looked at each other, grins plastered on your faces. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head under his chin.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed your forehead.
"You better take care of her" John B told JJ, who feverishly nodded.
"I wouldn't ever dream of hurting her"
You smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him, hearing John B gag in the background, making both of you laugh.
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Ooooooh, little!reader stressing over finals and daddy!John B. trying to gently coax her into little!space to get her to calm down🥺
I have been stressing so much over my finals and I need this to happen to me🥺
You got this sweetheart!!! But I hope you're okay and don't overdo yourself 🫂🫶🏻
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"This is so stupid!" You groan for what feels like the hundredth time already.
The finals are getting closer, meaning you were spending every possible second learning and re-reading all your notes over and over again. Books and paper sheets scattered around on the living room floor at the Chateau and you are sitting directly in the middle of it all.
John B walks in after just finishing his surf session and sighs, seeing you rub exasperated hands over your face.
"Hey there, champ. How's it going?" He asks, standing beside you and scratching your scalp to soothe you.
"Bad. I just don't understand this!" You whine waving a sheet of paper up in his face.
"What about taking a little break, hm?" He suggests and you shake your head.
"I can't." You say while grabbing one of the books again not seeing John B roll his eyes.
It had been going on like this for days and he understands where you're coming from and really tries to support you but he also noticed that you haven't been little the last days 'to not get distracted' which concerns him because he knows your mood could only get worse the longer you keep pushing the headspace away.
"Have you eaten anything yet? Or drank some water?" He suddenly asks, crouching down beside you. He brushes your hair to the side and the way you shrink back in yourself let's him know anything he needs. "C'mon, just a tiny break."
"Da- JB, please. I'm fine, 'kay?" Your small slip didn't go unnoticed by him.
He smirks, his hand going down to rub your back. He's almost through the barricade that you built up in your head, you just need a little push. "Don't you want to cuddle for a little, bun?"
You pout at him using the nickname he only uses when you're little. It's not fair. It's like a switch being turned off, finally being able to forget about all the stress.
Tears of relief start building up in your eyes and John B coos at you, gently taking the heavy book from your hands and laying it aside before he scoops you up into his arms.
"Thereee we go. No need to cry, I'm here now." He shushes you, carrying you to his bedroom knowing you will feel more comfortable there.
He sits down against the headboard with you curled up on his lap, your head resting against his chest as he starts rocking you. "All that fuss and just needed daddy to come and save you, huh?" He chuckles, reaching over to grab your bunny stuffie, placing it in your arms before wrapping both his arms around you tightly.
You just snuggle more into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the constant rocking. John B looks down and smiles at the sight, he'll just make you something to eat after your much needed nap.
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I need to write more John b...any johmbee thoughts? (i have a drafts from my inbox but I can't seem to build around it 😭😭 and it's with rafe in it Soo)
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ꔫ ZEBRA!READER ꔫ
inspired by @princessbrunette's works
ZEBRA!READER is the youngest of three. With two, much older brothers. parents never too shy to admit the slip-up in pregnancy. even occasionally blaming her for ruining things, and that's if they even notice her.
ZEBRA!READER's parents from the day she began retaining memories dragged her around from place to place. See, once their sons hit a particular age, they planned on traveling the world. but when she came along, they were too selfish to even skip a beat, never canceling a single plan.
ZEBRA!READER being left to fend for herself in whatever foreign country occupying her parent's entire brain capacity at that moment. usually, when she began to get her footing, she would be forced to leave.
ZEBRA!READER hadn't been in a single residence for longer than a year, or two if lucky. until she came to the outer banks. one of the least exotic places that she had lived. to her surprise, her parents wanted to settle down for a while, with there being a "business" opportunity in close proximity. who knew that if you didn't work for almost two decades you'd run out of money.
ZEBRA!READER only had two constants in her life. one being the unpleasant company of her parents. company was giving though. usually, the word implies that there would be some kind of communication. well, and the other isn't much better. her ability to run away from things.
ZEBRA!READER was a result of her environment. never having to face consequences. any slight issue she would face would be directly in her rearview mirror. a bottle of wine and a dozen or so sly comments could easily persuade her parents to switch locations of living.
ZEBRA!READER had to face the fact that her consistent lack of a stable environment made her unloveable. she couldn't keep a boyfriend for the life of her. either being broken up with, for being "too hostile", or fleeing the second the guy wanted to become remotely serious. but that didn't stop her from following her demeaning parents, even after she became of age. the validity of fucking up her parents did never set in. because that would have to make her vulnerable.
ZEBRA!READER was rarely interested in making friends. knowing that she wouldn't see them for long. yet, she found an unexpected friendship in a cameron kid. sarah cameron. which, eventually led to her meeting all of her friends.
ZEBRA!READER didn't really find any of sarah's friends that pleasing. though it's to be said that there was never a dull moment when forced to be in proximity to them.
ZEBRA!READER found jayj and john b idiotically irresponsible when it came to every aspect of their lives. every interaction observed made her believe that they were begging to be killed. kiara and cleo were rather calm when it came to the whole group situation. and as for pope, he tends to reek of anxiety, forced by his friend's lack of care.
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