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juneberrie · 8 months

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my girl 🩹 john b. routledge

based on this request ✉️ john b is so yummy tbh. can I request something with him and shy!reader? maybe ur at a party or hanging out with his friends and he notices you’re overwhelmed so he takes you outside for some quiet + kisses 💗

pairing 🧸 john b. routledge x shy!fem!reader

warnings 💭 mentions of drinking, mostly fluff + kisses, 0.495k words

parties weren't typically your scene. you would rather have stayed home, curled up on the couch with your boyfriend and watching a movie. of course, it was said boyfriend who had practically gotten on his knees begging for you to come this party.

compared to every other party the pogues threw, this was was relatively low-key. it was just the seven of you guys, plus a few of your classmates from school. that being said, the house was still packed. kie and sarah were out in the middle of the living room, dancing along to the music. cleo was arguing with pope over something, you couldn't hear what they were saying but it looked light hearted. jj was feeling up some girl on the couch, his red solo cup forgotten on the table.

john b was over with one of his other friends from school when he noticed you standing in the corner, nursing a cup of water and picking at your nails. he smiled, gave his friend a fist bump, and made his way over to you, his expression turning to one of concern.

"you alright, babe?" he asked, gently grabbing your hips and pulling you into his chest protectively.

you nodded, then shrugged and shook your head. "there're a lot of people," you mumbled, taking a sip from your drink.

he sighed and rubbed your waist with his thumb. "you wanna go outside?" he asked, looking down at you. you looked past him at the sliding doors and the porch.

"mhm," you hummed quietly. "that'd be nice."

he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "c'mon." he pushed through the crowd, a protective arm around you, and slid open the door. he pulled it shut and smiled at you. he sat down in one of the wicker chairs and pulled you to sit on his lap. he looked up at you, smiling softly. he put his hand in your lap and let you fidget with his fingers. "better?" he asked.

the night was quiet, the only sound being your breathing, the sound of whatever insects were out there, and the muffled sound of the bass reverberating through the house.

you nodded, playing with his fingers. he hummed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"you're adorable," he said.

you smiled softly, still playing with his fingers. "you can go back inside, if you want to," you offered quietly. "i know you were looking forward to this party."

he shook his head and pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "nah. i'd rather be out here with you."

you glanced at him for a second before looking back down at his hand in your lap. "john b..."

he shakes his head again. "i want to stay with you," he insists. "i'd rather be out here with my girl rather than with a bunch of drunk assholes."

you turned to him, smiling. " 'my girl?' " you questioned. he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed your nose.

"my girl."

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sunshine-daisies-library · 4 months

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Request for John b routledge: reader and John b slow dancing while talking about their future together.

older | john b. routledge x fem!reader

summary: you and john b are the only ones that remain on the dance floor. the both of you can't help but reminisce on the past and look towards the future.

warnings: she/her pronoun usage, mentions of drinking and weed, partying

You weren’t sure how much time had passed by since you started swaying in John B’s arms. All you knew was that Sarah left a little after midnight with Kiara following suit, and Pope and Cleo went home soon after. JJ, ever the partier, continued through rounds of drinks and chasers until he ultimately ended up passed out on the couch. However, you and John B. remained awake, dancing along to the soft music playing from JJ’s speaker. You were grateful JJ was too far gone to complain that you connected your phone to his speaker and played something calmer for the end of the night.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” John B. whispered softly in your ear, his hand just barely grazing your hip.

“Nothin’” you hummed. You allowed your fingers to loosen to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. The mere sensation sent shivers down John B’s spine, delightful and exciting all at once.

John B. pulled away to twirl you, your giggles filling the air and drowning out the soft melody playing in the background. “Don’t lie to me, y/n,” he says with a chuckle. The conversation was light, no harm or accusatory tones being displayed. He was merely curious about what was going on in that little head of yours. “You can talk to me, always.”

“I know,” you relent, joining back together with him. “I’m just…content, is all.”

John B. raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk dancing along his lips. The smell of cheap beer could be smelled from his breath, and his corny Hawaiian shirt reeked of weed. You weren’t any better, though, with your bloodshot eyes and racing heart from one shot after the other with JJ. Your Converse were matted with dirt and spilled White Claws, squeaking against the beer can littered floors of his living room. It was your perfect paradise, despite everything working against the two of you. Anything was paradise with John B. and your best friends at your side.

You finally gave into his magnetic stare, his eyes your weakness. “I don’t wanna get older,” you sighed. “I don’t want to lose all of this.” You gestured to his small shack, complete with its unwashed dishes in the sink and sticky counter covered in God knows what.

John B. could only laugh softly at your confession. “So you want JJ to stay on his drunk ass on our couch for eternity?” he joked, swiftly dodging your punch.

“Not that,” you whined, but you couldn’t stop your heart from flipping at the way he called this place “ours.” That is what you didn’t want to lose. “I don’t want to get all old and wrinkly to a point where you don’t wanna love me. Or too old to go on adventures with the group and dive for random shit that tourons leave behind. Or too–”

“Slow down, n/n,” John B. cut you off. He reached for the sides of your face, his thumbs grazing your cheeks to wipe away the tears that began to form. “None of that is gonna happen,” he reassured you. “Yeah, we’re gonna get old and gross, but that’s not going to stop us from doing stupid shit.” You choked out a wet laugh at his wording. “We’re still going to take the boat out any chance we get. We’re still going to try and fail to prevent JJ from cliff diving. We’re still going to go on adventures together, and we are still going to be in love, no matter how old we get, you hear me?”

You nodded, but a pout still remained on your lips. John B dropped one hand to grab yours and kiss it softly. “We’re gonna get old,” he whispered. “And you’re gonna be my girl forever. You’re gonna wear that cocaine colored wedding dress and walk down the aisle, and I’m going to cry like a baby through it all.”

John B. pulled you in and began swaying again. Like clockwork, you rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m going to get a job, and we’re going to buy a house on a hill so we don’t have to worry about our basement flooding after hurricanes. We’re going to have three kids -no, four- and you can take care of them in that house.”

“Like a housewife?” you snorted, shaking your head in disbelief.

John B. dipped you carefully, a boyish smile on his face. “Well, you can do whatever you’d like,” he reasoned. “If you don’t want that, we can be a team and raise them together. I can..can be a mechanic or engineer, and you can be a teacher. Or nurse, or doctor, or whatever you want. I just want you to be happy and never stress.”

“We can cross that bridge when we get to it,” you decided, tears dried and frown replaced by a smile. “I guess getting older isn’t too bad, then.”

“With you?” John B. questioned as the song came to an end. “It’ll be worth it all.”

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andy-15-07 · 2 months

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Weathering the Storm

masterlist ! pairing: Chase Stokes x reader

SUMMARY : Y/n and chase are dating. But she gets alot of hate from Chase's fans, which he doesn't know about. Eventually chase finds out and comforts y/n and confronts his fans.

The sun was setting as Y/n scrolled through her social media, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her. She had been dating Chase Stokes for a few months now, and while their relationship was blissful in many ways, there was an undeniable dark cloud looming over her. The comments section of her posts was flooded with hateful messages from Chase's fans.

"Chase deserves better."

"Why is she even with him?"

"She's not good enough for him."

Y/n couldn't escape the negativity, and it was beginning to take a toll on her self-esteem. She hadn't told Chase about the hate she was receiving, not wanting to burden him with the negativity that surrounded their relationship. But as the comments continued to pile up, she couldn't keep it from him any longer.

One evening, after a particularly harsh comment left her feeling defeated, Y/n decided it was time to talk to Chase. She invited him over to her place, her heart pounding as she waited for him to arrive.

When Chase walked through the door, he was met with a forced smile from Y/n. "Hey, babe," he greeted, leaning in for a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

Y/n sighed, a heavy weight on her chest. "Chase, we need to talk."

Concern flickered in his eyes as he took a seat beside her. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Y/n hesitated before finally deciding to open up. "I've been getting a lot of hate online, Chase. And it's not just general hate—it's about us."

Chase furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would anyone hate on us?"

She handed him her phone, displaying the cruel comments that had been flooding her social media accounts. Chase's eyes widened as he read through the hurtful words aimed at Y/n. Anger began to well up in him, but he took a deep breath before speaking.

"I had no idea this was happening, Y/n. I'm so sorry you've been dealing with this alone." He pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's not your fault, and you're definitely not alone now. We'll get through this together."

Y/n felt a sense of relief wash over her as Chase held her close. For the first time, she didn't feel alone in the face of the online hate. Chase, on the other hand, was determined to put an end to the negativity surrounding their relationship.

The next day, he posted a heartfelt message on his social media platforms, addressing the hate directed towards Y/n. "I never thought I'd have to do this, but it's important to address the toxic comments some of you have been leaving about my girlfriend, Y/n," he began.

He continued, "Y/n is an incredible person who brings so much joy and positivity into my life. No one deserves the hate she's been receiving, and it's disheartening to see some of my own fans perpetuating negativity. If you're a true fan, support means supporting not only me but also the people I care about."

Chase's post garnered an overwhelming amount of support, with fans and followers alike condemning the hate and expressing their love for Y/n. Chase's decision to confront the issue head-on brought a newfound strength to their relationship.

Over the following weeks, the negativity began to subside, and Y/n felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. Chase's fans slowly started to embrace their relationship, realizing that their happiness was what truly mattered to their favorite actor.

As they navigated the challenges of fame and online scrutiny, Y/n and Chase grew even closer. Their love proved to be stronger than any hate that could be thrown their way, and together, they faced the world hand in hand, unapologetically in love.

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bruisedboys · 7 months

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oh wait no no but now i’m thinking about john b teaching you how to surf :( i need it, it’s too cute :(

eek yes!!!!! omg. I’d love to learn how to surf from john b I feel like he’d be so supportive and a really really good teacher. he wouldn’t make fun if you were scared, he’d be so understanding! you’re worried about it, scared of hurting yourself or embarrassing yourself or both. he reassures you, ‘it’s okay, pretty. I’m gonna look after you.’ and you know he will! he’ll even just put you on his board with him at first to get you used to it. it takes a few sessions, but once you’re a bit more confident and can actually do a few simple things on your own and he’s so proud!!! even if you wipe out he’s proud of you. of course checking if you’re okay, and he won’t ever make you do anything you’re too scared to do. afterwards you def get lots of praise kisses from him <3

+ this is a given but he’ll 100% ask if he can do your sunscreen bc he’s just that much of a loverboy <3

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perfectlywrongformend3s · 10 months

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I need you in my life-John B Routledge

A/n: So it has come to my attention that we need more happy ones with John B so I have finally made one. Please enjoy!

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was in my bedroom when I got a text message from John B.

'meet me at the boat port'

I grew confused, but got up and changed into some black jean shorts, red tank top with my beat up white converse. I double checked myself in the mirror before making my way to the boat port.

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When I got there I found John B with his back facing me so I ran up to him and jumped on his back which surprised him. I let out a laugh, I was going to get down, but he wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me there. I then placed my chin on top of his head.

" So where are we going Mr. Routledge?" I questioned

He let out a soft chuckle before telling me. " Well now that's a surprise."

It didn't take us very long to get to the place, so when I saw that we were in Charleston I smiled. "John B, what are we doing here?" I asked politely

He turned to face me, " I'm taking you out." he gave me a cheesy wink. I felt myself blush just from that interaction. I felt him grab my hand to pull me to the secret place. Before we got there he made me close my eyes.

" But I won't be able to see." I said nervously

He chuckled. " Y/n/n, I'll be right next to you. I'll make sure you won't fall."

I smiled and let my eyes flutter shut. I then felt his larger hand connect with my smaller one. He walked slower this time to make sure I didn't trip over myself.

John B's POV

I slowed to a stop when we arrived at the destination and I grew a little nervous because of her reaction. I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I then whispered in her right ear. " You can open your eyes now, beautiful."

I watched her get used to the light before she gasped. She turned her head a little to face me.

" You did all this."

I shrugged like it was nothing. " I just wanted it to be special."

She turned in my arms and placed them around my neck. " It's always special when I'm with you." She whispered

Right there I just wanted to kiss her lips, but pushed myself not to. I eventually got her to let go and sit down. She smiled when she saw all her favorite foods. " John B, how could you pa..." I quickly cut her off. " Don't worry about that okay."

I grabbed her hand and gently massaged her knuckles. We then dug into the food.

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Your POV

I was lying down on his chest looking at the stars when I grew tired.

" JB." I whispered

He hummed and rubbed my back. " Can we start heading back?"

I felt him nod so we started cleaning up to head back to the boat port. " I had such an amazing time with you." I said

He looked up from putting the food away. He stood up walking closer to me. He gently grabbed the side of my face and looked me in the eyes. " I always have a fun time with you."

He then started leaning in which made me hesitate for a second before following his lead. I then felt his lips connect with mine. I felt all kinds of feelings, but the one that spoke to me more was the fireworks going off around me. I pulled away and placed my forehead against his. I opened my eyes to find him already watching me. " Hi." I whispered

He smiled. " Hi yourself."

He then placed one more quick kiss on my lips before finishing up packing everything.

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I had my legs over top of his while watching the world go by. I felt John B's thumb gently create circles. I moved my head to watch him which brought his attention over to me. He then leaned closer to me and pressed little kisses along my face. I let out a laugh trying to push his face away. " John B!" I softly yelled

He just let out a laugh before placing a kiss to my lips and then tugging me closer to him. I snuggled into his side so I was more comfortable.

John B's POV

When the boat stopped I knew we were back on the island so I gently shook Y/n/n awake to make sure she got off. We were walking when it started raining which brought a smile to her face. I tugged her back into me and looked down at her. " Would you be mine?" I asked

She pretended to think which made me let out a quick chuckle. " I would love to be yours John B." She said before pulling me by my shirt to met her lips. I felt her smile which made me smile and pull her in closer to me. I pulled away to catch my breath before kissing her three more times. " Okay, let's go back to my place before we both catch a cold."

She agreed with me and connected our hands together, and we made our journey to my place.

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I am back, and I know it has been awhile, but I have so many writing ideas. So I'm trying to catch up with all these ideas. Haha! But please enjoy this and if you have any requests comment or message me.

I'm hoping this makes sense and hopefully it's long enough for you guys.

-Samantha

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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MASTERLIST!

OBX Characters

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

John B Routledge

OBX Actors

Drew Starkey

Rudy Pankow

Chase Stokes

Austin North

Blurb Series

Kink Blurbs

My fic recommendations are on my new side blog, @adventuresinobxficrecs 🥰

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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Marry Me - John B Routledge

Request: omg hello to one of my favourite obx writers !! can i request a john b imagine where the reader is a huge bookworm and one afternoon, they're both sitting on the couch at the chateau , and john b is watching her while she reads, glasses perched on her nose, and maybe possibly impulsively asks her to marry him?

A/N: This is just fluff honestly.

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John B wasn’t entirely sure how long the two of you had been lounging on the couch. At some point in the afternoon he was positive that he’d fallen asleep. It’d been raining since you got there and it was still raining when he came to, spread across the couch with his head on your lap. You were reading and he couldn’t remember if you’d been reading the whole time or just since he’d fallen asleep but you didn’t acknowledge that he was awake now. Not that he really expected you to.

John B knew you well enough to know that when you found a book you really liked it was as if you were in a bubble. Every distraction just seemed to bounce off of you and you were completely engrossed. It used to bug him a little bit, when you were first dating and he mistook your interest in a book for a disinterest in him.

It’d been almost a year though and he saw it for what it was now. A comfortableness that couldn’t quite be matched in anyone else. You weren’t avoiding him, you were letting him a further in, letting him see the way a book could grab you. In turn, he let you see the way he was when he didn’t have to be quite so ‘on’ for his friends. When it was just the two of you and no expectations and both of you could relax like this, lounging on the couch and listening to the rain and he could feel your fingers card through his hair every once in a while.

“We should get married,” he finally said, turning so he was on his back and he could look up at you. It was the first thing he’d said in a matter of hours and honestly, he didn’t expect you to hear him at all. He’d had whole conversations with people while you were reading and you never seemed to absorb any of them. This, he figured, would be no different. An offhand comment, while he was still groggy and just waking up, the rain the only soundtrack to the afternoon.

But he felt the way you tensed, saw the slight curl of your fingers around the edges of the book as you processed his words, as they broke through the haze that reading caused. He watched you push your glasses up your nose and then slowly, the book closed on your forefinger and you looked down at him, your face a blank expression.

“What?” You sounded unsure, as if you’d imagined the whole thing and you expected to look down and find him still sleeping.

“We should get married. I mean, not right now, but we should.” He mused, taking one of your free hands after you put your book down on the arm of the couch. He pulled a loose thread from the end of his t-shirt and wrapped it around your ring finger, “there you go.”

“I didn’t say yes yet.” You teased, bring his hand up to place a kiss against his knuckles. “I think that has to happen first.”

He shrugged, “okay, say yes then.”

“John B,” your voice was soft as you ran your thumb along the back of his hand and used your other hand to cradle his head. “Don’t you think this is all a little impulsive?”

“Is that a no?” He asked, somewhat amused. If he’d thought that no was even a possibility, he wouldn’t have tried breeching the subject in the first place.

“No,” you shook your head, “it’s a yes.”

He hummed and closed his eyes at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, “okay, you can go back to reading. That’s all I wanted.”

“That was it?” You laughed quietly, taking the book up once more but not opening it yet.

“Well,” he thought about it for a second before smiling, “I wouldn’t mind a kiss.”

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 1 year

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Vigilante Shit

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Summary: You had your fair share of douchebag exes. JJ liked to joke that you were a magnet to them. Surprisingly, you had been dating Kelce for about two years. It shocked most people, but he wasn't all that bad until he cheated fully sober. You thought it would be an excellent idea to get revenge on Kelce with John B's help.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Topper Thornton -> your cousin

Warnings:

Slight Language

John B Routledge x-reader

"Can we not try to kick me in the face?" Topper stopped the soccer ball with his foot. "But that would ruin the fun," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and pushed the blue and white ball to me. We just finished our grocery run with my mom. Rafe and Topper were a part of this upcoming Golf trip, and they needed some help with groceries.

Topper and I were the closest in our family. Some people are often alarmed when they find out we're related. He has his moments. He isn't all that bad once you get to know him. I mean, he doesn't have the best group of friends to be his real self. And my boyfriend happens to be one of those friends.

Kelce and I have been dating for over two years. Again, people - meaning my friends - frequently ask me why I'm dating one of the cocky Kooks. He's sweet, and he actually isn't a bad person. Just like my cousin, my boyfriend has his moments. A few times, I've been worried that our relationship will fall apart.

As summer goes on, I can't help but worry about Kelce's actions. We've always been honest. It's our number one rule to tell each other everything and not get jealous if we're with our friends. But I guess he can use those rules to his advantage. Before Topper and I started hanging out, he told me he had something to tell me.

I tried to keep my mind from wandering elsewhere in hopes I wouldn't freak out. Topper caught the ball with his foot and picked it up from the grass. "Hey! You're using your hands!" I pointed at him. "Have you heard from Kelce?" he ignored my comment. I shook my head and slipped off my sandals.

He watched me as I set my shoes beside the chairs. Topper sighed and set the soccer ball behind him. "Do you remember that party I went to last weekend? The one you and your friends decided not to go to," he said. "Yes. I am well aware of that," I replied.

Topper rolled his eyes and plopped down on the chair. Three weeks ago, there was a huge rager at a fellow Kooks house. Kiara and I were going to go, but we decided not to and just hangout with the guys. Which was much more fun.

John B and I spent the whole night talking and cleaning the living room after hosting our own party. My cousin reached into his khaki pocket to pull out his phone. I looked out at the water in front of my house, admiring the waves hitting the dock. I smiled in remembrance of when John B and I had snuck down here one school night.

"Here," Topper tapped me on the knee with his phone. My attention was drawn away from the beautiful view. I looked down at Topper's hand and grabbed his phone. "What am I looking at exactly?" I inquired. "That party I just mentioned," he said. I nodded and motioned for him to continue.

Topper leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees. "I saw Kelce walking into a room with a girl," he informed, "I was able to take some pictures. When he walked out of the room, it looked like something happened. I think Kelce has been seeing her for a couple weeks. I saw him the other day with her at the resort."

I scrolled through the pictures. My heart sank when I flipped to one specific photo. The girl was sitting on Kelce's lap, her legs wrapped around him. Her arms were on his shoulders while his hands sat on her waist.

"Y/N/N, I am so sorry. I debated even telling you and letting him confess, but I knew that would hurt you even more."

My grip on the phone tightened as I stared at the images. I thought I could trust Kelce. I thought we had something for our two years together, but I guess all of that was a facade. Topper's eyes remained on me. He slowly took his phone away from my hand. I didn't take my line of vision off of the green grass.

Topper hesitated at first but joined my side on the bench. He hugged me. "What're you gonna do?" he rested his chin on the top of my head. There was a long pause as I thought of something I could do. Murder was always an option, but I'd prefer to not be in prison at sixteen years old.

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie They say looks can kill, and I might try I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men Lately, I've been dressing for revenge

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(Later)

After my conversation with Topper, I changed and chose to stop by the chateau. I needed some advice and someone to be my partner in crime. John B has always been someone I can rely on.

Since moving to the Outer Banks, it's always been hard for me to make friends. Being related to Topper helped a bit, but most of the people he introduced me to were complete assholes. So, when I met John B and the Pogues, I jumped at the opportunity. Now, we're really good friends.

The Twinkie sat in the driveway, telling me my friends were home. "John B!" I called, stepping onto the screened-in porch. "In the kitchen," he replied. I opened up the side door to see him standing at the sink. He dropped a paper towel into the trashcan and leaned against the wall next to the fridge. He stepped back with his brows raised when he saw me (GIF Above). "I need your help," I caught my breath.

"With what?" he inquired. John B stepped away from the kitchen to stand in front of me. "He cheated. Kelce cheated on me," I said. Just saying those words made my heart clench, and my stomach tighten. John B's expression changed suddenly. "How did you find out?" he walked over to the couch.

He sat down and pat the spot beside him. "Topper told me," I replied, "Apparently, Kelce made out with some touron at a party, and they've seen each other since. Topper has pictures to prove it." I pulled out my phone to show my best friend the 'evidence.'

Topper sent them to me after he found out I was going to the chateu. He knew that I'd want to show John B. Obviously, not our other friends, they'd go insane if they saw the pictures. But I can imagine they will find out soon. John B looked over my shoulder to see my camera roll.

His brows rose - again - at the images. He reached a hand over, deleting each of the pictures. John B ignored my expression and shut off my phone. "You don't need to keep looking at those. It'll just make you feel bad," he said. "I already feel bad," my shoulders dropped.

He sighed and set an arm around my shoulders. I smiled as my head rested against him. "So, what's the plan stan?" he rhymed, "Murder?"

I laughed and shook my head in response. I told him that that wasn't necessary, even though I wanted to hurt Kelce. "Normally, I wouldn't be prone to causing a bit of trouble, but if it happens to involve my best friend. I'll allow it," he smirked.

I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends I don't dress for friends Lately, I've been dressing for revenge

My face scrunched up when John B rubbed the top of my head with a fist. I raised my arms, preventing him from giving me another knuckle sandwich. It went quiet as he thought to himself. "Didn't Kelce get a new dirt bike?" he thought. I nodded.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face when the idea popped into his head. I let out a small gasp once I had caught on to what he had said. "Kiara left some spray paint in the shack. We got some pretty obnoxious colors," he winked. He stood up from the pull-out couch. John B grabbed the keys from the little bowl and waved them.

"I've got the Twinkie all gassed up."

"You are a terrible influence."

"But you love me," he said. "Do I?" I stood up from the couch. He punched my shoulder as he followed me. After debating on which spray paint to grab, we settled on neon pink, green, and mustard yellow. Kiara had done an art project for school and just so happened to leave the paint at John B's.

Big mistake, Kie. Big mistake. John B made sure to park a few blocks away just in case Kelce was at the front of the house. We stood behind the brick wall separating his house from the one beside his. Kelce's neighborhood had houses scattered about. Thankfully, the view from each house wasn't pointed at us.

That left us with a good hiding spot. I peered over the top of the wall to see if Kelce was there. John B got out the paint from his backpack. He handed me the neon yellow one. "The bike's in the garage," I said. "Is it open?" he asked. "Yeah," I whispered.

He cheered to himself. I tilted my head to the back entrance, where we could sneak in and out. "Since it's 1:00, Kelce's family has that family reunion thingy," I said, "We should be in the clear." The two of us knelt in front of the dirt bike.

John B left my side to stand in the doorway of the garage. He stayed on high alert. I covered my mouth as I used neon green to cover the handles and wheels of the car.

I wrote 'cheater' on the side of the dirt bike and 'asshole' on the other side. I hoped Kelce's new girl would see this and dump his ass. I'd hate for her to deal with this whole fiasco too. I mean, she had no choice. I doubt she even knows that he had a girlfriend.

She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some. She had the envelope; where do you think she got it from? Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife And she looks so pretty Driving in your Benz Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

I grinned at my work before adding the finishing touches. I painted a thick coat of neon pink on the seat before adding yellow polka dots. John B looked over his shoulder to find me standing victoriously beside the horrible-looking bike. "That looks awesome," he chuckled. I bowed and set the can back into his backpack.

"We should leave before anyone sees us," he said. "Good idea," I said. We hastily escaped through the back entrance and ran towards the Twinkie. I couldn't help but laugh. Kelce got what he deserved. John B gave me a fist bump while he pulled out of the neighborhood. "Now what?" he said. "I need a drink," I leaned my head against the seat's headrest. "I can help with that," he grinned.

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(Later)

She don't start it, but she can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends She don't dress for friends Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

John B and I sat on the HMS Pogue. The others were on their way from wherever the hell they were. I took a long sip of my drink and set it beside me. The two of us kept saying how much it was to spray paint Kelce's bike.

John B's shoulder sat comfortably around my shoulders. The sun was still in the sky, with just a few clouds in sight. It had been cloudy earlier today but had cleared up as the day progressed. "How do you think the others will react?" John B questioned.

"Don't know," I sighed, "Pope will be worried, JJ will be proud, and Kiara will probably be a mix of both."

He nodded in agreement, drinking his beer. We stopped by the store to grab some beers from JJ's guy. "Have you ever done something like that?" he said, "And I'm not counting that one time you carved your initials in Mr. Sun's desk."

I scoffed and finished off my drink. I went to grab another beer, but John B pulled my hand away. "Nah, I think you've had enough," he said. "Oh, come on," I pouted. "You're not drowning your feelings with alcohol," he said.

Ladies always rise above Ladies know what people want Someone sweet and kind and fun The lady simply had enough

He disregarded my annoyed expression and leaned back in the leather seat. I observed the grass ahead of us swaying from the breeze and waves. The cool Summer wind brushed against the trees, the marsh, and the dock.

"Well, hello mi amigos!" JJ hollered, already holding a beer. John B and I waved to them. Kiara came over with a cooler in hand and Pope with the speaker. "How's it goin'?" Kie asked.

"Pretty good," I grinned. She looked at me suspiciously and stepped onto the boat. Kie set the cooler next to the other one. "What did you do?" she asked. "More importantly, what did both of you do?" Pope added. Kiara tilted her head in agreement with Popesicle's statement.

John B cleared his throat and motioned me to spill the beans. I sat up in my spot, crossing my legs. "I may or may not have vandalized Kelce's bike," I grinned. Pope's mouth dropped in reaction. Kiara choked on her water when I confessed.

Not surprisingly, JJ laughed and shook his head. He gave me a high five and joined Pope. "You did what?" Pope said. "We vandalized Kelce's prized possession," John B repeated casually. He stretched, acting as if it wasn't such a big deal. "And exactly why did you do that?" Pope asked for more information.

I explained what happened, with John B chiming in. They were surprised that Topper had pictures, but they knew my cousin would do anything for me. Pope's reaction slowly turned to acceptance. Once he heard the reason, he decided that the decision was allowed.

While he was doing lines And crossing all of mine Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI And I don't dress for villains Or for innocents I'm on my vigilante shh again

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(Later)

The others settled in for the night, but I continued to stay down at the dock. I sat on the edge with my feet skimming across the water. Every once in a while, I saw fish swimming and occasionally came up to the surface. My attention was drawn away when I heard footsteps.

John B strolled over to me with a blanket in hand. I smiled up at him as he sat down. "You looked cold," he wrapped one end around me and the other around him. It was quiet between us up until he spoke up. "How're you doing? And don't say it's a stupid question because I know it is," he said, "I just wanted to see what was going through your head."

I thanked him. John B lightly kissed my forehead and brought me in for a hug. "I'm always here for you. I hope you know that," he said. "I do," I said.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Hot Chocolate

TW: fluffiness.

SUMMARY: A fluffy wintery afternoon with your boyfriend John B.

Word Count: 700

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Hey could I get John B x Reader where it is winter in obx, it is cold and he warms you up.. with hot chocolate and matching pjs. You can add to it, any Christmas ideas you may have.. just a fluffy Christmas story please. Thank you so much, your writing is amazing.

Hot Chocolate

A luminescent tree adorned with handmade ornaments sat just out of view as you pulled yourself closer into his chest. That incomparable comfort supplied by his strong arms was enough to alter any pain into silence when wrapped around you. But at this particular moment, you were basking in the solitude of being alone. With JJ at work and Kiara and Pope with their families, you were allowed this time alone with him after weeks of interruptions. This was what made this moment so special.

"Nuh uh, where are you going?" He groaned as you slipped from his arms, his eyes taking in the aesthetic of matching pajamas appearing perfect over your body.

"Hot chocolate."

"Not sure if we have any left...Pope keeps stealing the packages and JJ eats all the marshmallows..." You chuckled, having sourced the kitchen for the necessary ingredients.

"Just enough for the two of us." You spoke with content excitement as he wrapped himself around you as you prepared rhe mugs for the sweet drink. His lips would sneak pecks into your neck within the process, as you quickly lost track of time as he carried those lips to your mouth.

Sweet or thorough, every one of his kisses had been cause for those butterflies no matter the context. You could become just as lost in a series of pecks than in those passionate exchanges in the more romantic of settings. But in this instance, you would find it as a distraction for time. You'd only been forced back to reality once hearing the microwave beep from across your current entrapment in his arms.

"Perfect-" You spoke proudly to your mug, picturesque in the ambiance you'd set to achieve. A perfect swirl of whipped cream set at the center, cinnamon sprinkled from your swift pinch, and a peppermint candy cane, unwrapped from the tree, had been set on display.

Meanwhile, John B reached for his plain drink as you corrected him.

"At least have the whipped cream-" But in your attempt to rush a spritz before his sip, you struck his top lip and nose. As you belted out laughing, the look of surprise more humorous than the foreign accompaniment, he took this as instigation of a playful war.

"Think just because you're cute and won't get you back?" He asked, using a handful of cinnamon before tossing it across the counter as it collected in your hair. Shaking it out just to see how much had landed on you, you then reached for the whipped cream that he had apprehended first.

"Now you're in trouble-"

"John B-" You requested his name with a grin and hands lifted in surrender while he continued to move closer.

"You started this game, baby...time to deal with your consequences.." You attempted to glide away, but were captured before a dollop left on your nose. The empty can left on the counter, aerosol dispersed, you were at a standstill while looking into each other's eyes. His, seemed to swallow you whole as he took this as an opportunity to supply a dash of cinnamon to the swirl left between you.

But instead of reaching for any other cooking component just out of your grasp, you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him. A quick peck that made him share your loss of a quick hand as he smirked.

"Touche, baby."

"I am NOT cleaning this up..." Kiara groaned as she spotted the state of the kitchen. You both chuckled as he pulled his lips to her ear.

"Good thing she doesn't see what we do with the whipped cream when she's not here..." You pushed playfully against his chest before moving to clean up the mess.

"What kind of psychopath doesn't like anything on their hot chocolate?" You taunted as he surprised you with a kiss.

"I'd have a sugar overload with both you and that on my lips-"

"I could stop kissing you then. I mean you NEED whipped cream on hot chocolate-"

"No," He corrected. "I need you."

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rafetopia · 5 months

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lokisfirecracker · 10 months

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juneberrie · 8 months

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bf!john b who takes his gf home when she gets too drunk at a party.

bf!john b who helps her change out of her clothes back at the chateau, unclipping her bra for her and letting her wear one of his old sweatshirts.

bf!john b who sits her on the counter and stands between her legs as he does her skincare.

bf!john b who makes sure to gently take her makeup off so that she doesn't break out in the morning

bf!john b who carries her to bed and lets her ramble on about something random until she falls asleep in his arms.

bf!john b who makes sure to get some aspirin and a glass of water on the bedside table for when she wakes up

bf!john b <3

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hailbales · 3 months

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hyper sensitive reader whose too clumsy for her own good :((

every time you accidentally break something tears well up in your eyes but jj has learned the routine to calm you down in seconds. or whenever you stupidly hurt yourself, he would start ‘beating up’ whatever inanimate object that got you that day, making you whine and pout. “yo, what’d you jus say to my girl? yeah, yeah that’s what I thought. stupid cabinet.” pulling a giggle from your lips as your hand caresses the small red indent on your forehead.

but today, you’d had it.

you were having a very long week at work, dealing with your asshole manager who would yell at you for your klutzy ways until your eyes were stinging and rude customers that would send you judgmental glances every time you passed.

so when friday finally came around, you decided to make a special dinner for jj. his favorite, spagetti with meatballs. okay, maybe it wasn’t that special but he absolutely adored it. he’d been so patient with you all week even when you’d snap at him for little things, the stress weighing down on your shoulders making you overly irritable.

he was relaxed on the couch, feet kicked up as a joint sat loosely between his fingers. he checked on you every few minutes, getting in position to jump to his feet every time there was loud clatter but it would only be you grabbing a pan from the cupboard or digging through the pantry. he smiled softly to himself as he watched his girl do something so sweet for him.

that was, until the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. he was beside you in seconds, ushering you to the side to not get cut. “careful, baby. stay still, let me grab the broom.” he jumps right into action, hand against your stomach as a shield before disappearing into the pantry. your lip quivers and you bite down on it, willing yourself not to cry.

don’t cry. please don’t cry.

he returns, locked and loaded as his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth, a focused habit. “alright, how do one go about this?” he mutters to himself, staring the floor down like a man on a mission.

before you can help it a sob escapes your lips and his head snaps towards you as you bury your face in your hands, body heating up in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” you cry, and he’s already by your side like a dog trained. “heyy, it’s alright. you didn’t do anything wrong, kid. no need to cry over spilled milk, right?“

after a moment of no response he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling your hands down and his heart lurches at your tear stained cheeks, big doe eyes all watery. “it ain’t no biggie, sugar. we’ll clean this up in no time.” his thumb strokes off the fallen tears but they just keep coming.

“god, how can I be so incompetent?” your voice shakes, the word laced with resentment towards yourself and his eyebrows furrow in anger on to how you could say such a thing. “hey.” his tone is laced with authority and it makes you freeze, wide eyes staring up at his baby blues with a gulp. “knock that off. no one’s allowed to talk about my girl that way, not even my girl. alright, you hear me?”

you slowly nod your head, your sniffles being the only sound that fill the room before his expression softens. “you wanna tell me what’s going on with you, doll? I got a feelin’ this is about more than just s’getti sauce, yeah?”

you sheepishly nod in agreement and he fights a smile. “talk to me.”

“I just-..” you sigh, closing your eyes to collect yourself as your chin begins to tremble. his thumb runs over the skin as though to smooth it out and your eyes meet his again. “jus’ feels like I can never do anything right. think something’s wrong with me.” you sniffle.

“cant help but break everything I touch. I’m just so- so.. clumsy.” you huff, and the tears had finally slowed down. his bottom lip juts out in a pout, and you know hes making fun of you in his jj way.

“it’s not funny!” your voice is whiny, and the smile creeping onto his face makes you roll your eyes, feeling the corner of your lip tug up from his antics. “I’m serious, baby.”

“I know, I know— I’m sorry.” He stifles back a laugh before he collects himself, tilting his head slightly as his hand finds its home on your cheek. “come on, darlin’. there ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, alright? trust me. you’re doin’ just fine. if you break a few things along the way, so what? ain’t gon’ break ya’, is it?” he awaits your response, eyebrows raising in questioning.

you huff once again, a few strands of hair blowing with your breath. “guess not.” you mutter in your adorably stubborn way and he finally flashes that charming smile. “that’s right. and for the record, I like it.” he shrugs his shoulders shamelessly, his smile turning smug, telling you he’s about to say something stupid.

you chuckle and roll your eyes, looking away from him. “no, I’m serious. I love it, actually. gives my savior complex somethin’ to do.” you finally laugh, sniffling a few more times until there was no evidence of tears left.

“jus’ wanted to make you dinner, j.” you pout, but your demeanor tells him you’re all cheered up. gave him a scare for a second, worried he wasn’t gonna be able to. “I know you did, princess.” he cooes, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before adding a quick pinch to your nose with his middle and pointer fingers.

“why don’t you go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, I’ll handle this?” he gestures his head towards the bedroom and you sigh, feeling guilty. “then I think I know somethin’ else I can eat.” he smirks, eyeing you down and just like that, the guilts gone.

“in your dreams, maybank.” you stalk away from him, a teasing smile on your lips as you pull your shirt over your head on the way and he gawks, tonguing the inside of his cheek “every night, baby!”

yeah, he was definitely getting some tonight.

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luversgirl · 5 months

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TO BE SO LONELY, part two

summary: after the pouges forget her special day, y/n meets someone the pouges aren’t too pleased with. (heres part one if you haven’t read it yet)

notes: here is the long awaited pt two, im sorry this took to long. i’m in the middle of finals and im trying to get back into writing (p.s theirs another important note after the fic)

warnings: language?

after the big fight at the chateau rafe drove them to the beach, more specifically the one they first interacted at.

y/n quickly slipped off the helmet and walked towards the water without a word said.

as she got closer and closer she placed the helmet and shopping bag down and continued walking.

“y/n!” rafe yelled trying to catch up.

“y/n!” he yelled again a bit more sternly making her stop in her tracks.

he quickly caught up seeing as he was walking very fast to keep up with her “please talk to me” he softly spoke as he stopped in front of her.

“there’s nothing for me to say” she spoke back clearly lying as many tears rolled down her face.

“you’re allowed to be upset y/n” rafe says placing his hands on her face, wiping her tears away.

“how come everyone forgets me” y/n’s voice cracks as she speaks.

after y/n broke down at the beach rafe thought it would be best for her to stay at the cameron household for the night.

waking up to the sun peaking through out the expensive silky curtains the rougtledge girl rubbed her eyes.

her eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar smell of the sheets she was laying on, turning her body around she saw a sleeping rafe.

she sat up, carefully doing her best to to wake rafe and succeeding.

y/n’s eyes gazed around the room that was clearly rafes. it pleasantly surprised her how organized his room was, the way all his expensive colognes were organized, no laundry on the floor and the pictures of his family and him displayed along the walls.

“good morning” y/n turned to rafe who was now rubbing his eyes as she was minutes before.

“good morning” she smiled as he pulled her closer kissing the top on her head.

“how you feeling baby” rafe asks.

“better now thanks to you” y/n grins looking up at him “what time is it?”

rafe grabs his phone from the nightstand by his side “its 12” he says.

“i have a shift at 1” y/n sighs leaning against rafe.

“can you cancel it?” rafe trys to reason.

y/n chuckles “thats not exactly how a job works, wheres my phone?” she asks.

“under your pillow” y/n reaches for it, hopingit doesn’t explode with messages when it powers on “i also put it on silent so we could sleep through the night” rafe chuckles.

“thank you” y/n smile up at him before checking “jesus christ” she quickly says as she was right about the phone blowing up and

scrolls through all the missed notifications.

“you okay?” rafe asks observing her face.

closing her eyes, y/n takes a deep breath then setting her phone down onto the bed and started to get out of the plush cameron bed.

“woah, woah, woah, where you going sweet thing?” rafe quickly followed now standing in front of her with his hands on each side of her face caressing her soft cheekbones with his thumbs.

“rafe” y/n smiles and tilts her head up looking at the tall boy.

“you know, not all of us can be kooks” sending him a sad smile.

shortly after rafes constant attempts to get y/n not to go to work he accepted his loss in the battle and dropped her off.

she was 2 hours into her shift and nothing had gone wrong yet, but of course she knew something was bound to happen seeing as her brother and his friends new where she worked so it was all just a matter of time.

as soon as her break hits she’s pushing the back door of the the store open for some fresh air only to be met with the pouges.

“what do you guys want” y/n spoke sitting on her usual break bench and gave into her fate.

“i don’t understand why’d you do this to us” john b speaks up first.

y/n eyebrows furrow “i didn’t ‘do’ anything to do” she emphasizes the ‘do’ “not everything is about you bee” using her brother nickname only reserved for her.

“i never said tha-“ john b interjects.

“but thats what you meant, you know i’m actually happy?” y/n humourless laughs then begins to raises her voice “i don’t remember the last time i’ve even been this happy and the second you find out its not in a way you ‘approve’ of you want to try and take it from me”

“we-“ jj tries to interject something else but y/n doesn’t even give him the chance as she grows angrier every time they say something.

“you know he hasn’t bothered you guys in months but you’re all too self absorbed in your fucking shit to even see that and where the fuck was all this when john started dating sarah” y/n’s voice quivers but also grows louder as she stands up “huh?”

“i always supported you and sarah” y/n addresses the young couple making eye contact with the cameron who continued to remain silent “nice to know kindness is a one way street with you guys”

“y/n we never meant to try take away your happiness” kie spits out as y/n starts towards the door.

she turns around to face the pouges “then what were you trying to do?” they all look down at the ground or just stay silent.

“that’s what i thought”

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stormberry-12 · 1 year

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the pogues/ESPECIALLY JJ would protect innocent!reader SO MUCH. like she could be the youngest or something and they would go back for her (for ex. when they had to leave jb in s3). anyways jj would so definitely say something like, “you’re like their little sister, but you’re MY girl.” yk

my woman ~ jj maybank x reader

Ahh yes, I totally agree, and I LOVE the innocent!reader and JJ trope>>>

summary: in the ask! not from season 3 but a close concept. :)

pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: slight language, reader in danger, mega fluff.

notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, (jj requests open still)

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you shifted around and felt the sun on your face as your eyes fluttered open. you were in the twinkie bumping along a winding road, clinging onto jj, who was sitting in his seat, like a koala. or as jay called it, "the front pack", it was like a piggyback but on his front because he always wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.

you shifted your legs around his torso and lifted your head from the crook of his neck.

"hiya, cupcake," he whispered softly, taking one of his arms that was wrapped around you and moving it so he could brush strands of hair from out of your eyes. "good nap?"

you nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and he smiled. you suddenly recalled how you had gotten here and relief washed over you.

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you were running through alleyways on the cut, you felt betrayed. where had the pogues gone? they were there with you five seconds ago and now you were running away from those bloody square groupers alone.

over by the pogues, jj was having a mental breakdown, "where did she go man?"

"damn it!" john b exclaimed."pope, i thought she was behind you when we cut down this way!

"we have to go back for her-" jj houghed.

"i don't know jay..."

"no... no. we have to." he held his hat in one hand and ran the other through his hair in distress.

"he's right, we have to." pope agreed.

"come on man, we finally lost those guys and now you want to follow em?" john b sighed.

"jb you of all people should understand, she's like a little sister to you man! she's still only 16 and this kind of stuff scares the shit out of her, i can't do that to her guys-"

"john b we're going after her," kie pleaded.

"god! we're wasting time, i'm gonna go after her, even if i have to do it by myself!" jj ran off in your last seen direction. john b gave in and followed along with the rest of the pogues, they all knew jj was right, and their group wouldn't survive without you.

as you continued to run, blood pumping through your ears, you looked for the best spot to hide behind, trying to throw them off. you slid behind a large dumpster and listened as the sets of footsteps of the two men ran past you.

you waited a moment, calming your breathing before you moved from behind the bin. you jumped as the footsteps came back in your direction, but instead of those square groupers, it was jj and the pogues.

"y/n!" j sighed in relief scooping you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, that will never happen again-"

you just stood there too exhausted to complain, your face buried in his chest. john b brought the twinkie around the corner and you all piled in, driving off into the night.

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"you came back for me," you smiled at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his neck, still facing him on his lap.

"of course," jj said. "you know you're like their little sister, we honestly would fall apart without you... and your my girl."

"your girl?" you giggled.

"my girl, my woman, my soulmate." he repeated smoothly pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "you sure you're okay?"

"yeah," you said, leaning into his touch, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "perfect,"

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