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voidpetrova · 3 months

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shoulder to cry on — obx men x reader

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☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, drug abuse mentioned, child abuse, assault is mentioned, previous relarionships mentioned, pining, slight unrequited love, death mentioned, suicide mentioned — hurt/comfort

˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: comforting the obx men during their time of need, helping them heal and cherishing the fact that you're their rock

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sometimes, the pain of growing up with too present of a father figure is just as harmful as the lack of one. JJ MAYBANK grew up without a mother, she had left him and luke many years back, while jj was just a kid. he didn't deserve it, he didn't ask for it. he had yearned for the love of his mother, the love he would never receive. he was sure his father blamed him for it, for her leaving and never coming back. every fuck-up of his was just another reason for luke's resentment.

luke had his moments, ones where a switch would flip, and his son was the apple of his eye. it was an artificial pride, jj knew it, too. but it never stopped him from smiling, from the temporary joy that filled him to the brim, the fabricated chance that his father was proud of him.

every one of the pogues had seen the aftermath of their arguments, but no one really tried diving deeper into them. no one thought to do something about it, to take action. they all had their priorities in the way—the treasure, ward, the cross—things that jj helped with, but when would the favor be returned? he cried, body trembling with broken sobs, the thought of his pain going unnoticed rubbing salt into the wound. it didn't go unnoticed.

“c'mere, baby,” never in his life did he see himself breaking down in front of anybody, let alone a girl. he didn't harbor enough trust to let loose like that. it was his way of thinking, until you came along. you were the ray of sunshine that finally peaked, bursting through the clouds and the façade that he had so carefully put up. you were his anchor. “i'm here now.”

you were there, you really were. he sobbed, the cold tiles of the floor brushing his bare, bruised legs. he reached out to you, his breathing heavy. tears slid down your cheeks as you took him into your arms, wrapping them around his back as you pulled him in closer than ever. you were his real home, the person he felt safest with. “gonna come live with me, let me take my boy in,” you rambled through tears, his face buried in your neck as you listened to him. you listened to the way he sobbed, and you knew all he had longed for was unconditional love. “i love you, j, i'm so proud of you, so proud.”

all he could do was cry. you would take him in, your parents would take him in. all he felt was love, despite the years of craving it. he nodded through his sobs, and for a while, you sat there. you sat there with him in your arms, stroking his hair while you both cried. in the end, it was okay, because he knew he was safe.

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nothing ever went to waste. no amount of hard work; blood, sweat and tears—none of it ever went to waste. it was a fact JOHN B needed help accepting. it wasn't that he didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't. every obstacle he had come across sent him into a spiralling abyss of insanity, and he needed help finding his way out.

the time he had spent following his father's tracks, the time he had spent as a refugee—away from you, away from his friends—, the time spent on trial and in a prison cell, none of it ever went to waste, and he never could've done it without you. he had his moments, episodes where he would lose it. it all became too much for him, but the moment came when he watched ward's legacy come to an end, watching his boat blow to pieces. it was all over.

you were the one that caught him when he had collapsed, falling to his knees. you fell right with him. it was all over, it was, finally, all over. he couldn't find it in his heart to believe it, to accept it. he ran a hand through his hair as tears rolled down his cheeks, his breathing elevated as he watched the frenzy of flames in the water.

“it's okay, it's done,” you had brought the words to life as you searched for his attention, hands cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away. it was all over, a brief, temporary but, nonetheless, existent peace was in store. “you did so good, john b, it's over.”

he knew it was all over the minute he heard it from you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in. he found all the peace he needed in your presence, your warmth. knowing you had been there the entire time, knowing you would always be there. it was all he needed.

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papers were scattered across the floor, the room dark and quiet. he didn't need the silence, it was the last thing he wanted. his thoughts ate him alive, sweat trickling down his temple as he sat on the floor, hands pressed against his ears as if to mute the voices in his head. the voices told POPE HEYWARD that he would never amount to anything, that all of his work went to waste. he would never be significant amongst the pogues, not as much as jj and john b. he would never be significant in his father's eyes, in the eyes of the future. no scholarship, no future. nothing. as if there was nothing in store for him.

the only source of light had come to life when his door had cracked open, the light in the hallway embracing his features, his red eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. his father had let you in, guiding you into his room almost immediately, a worried expression on his face. you frowned when you saw him, running to his feet as fast as you could.

“pope,” you began, pausing to scan the mess in his room. the scattered papers, the broken pencils and books that had been torn apart. “talk to me, baby, what's the matter?” he couldn't meet your gaze as he shook his head, allowing the tears to fall freely. all he wanted, more than anything, was a chance at life.

when he finally began breaking down, he didn't fight back as you pulled him into your arms. you felt him tense up, but the feeling lasted a split second, no longer. “there's nothing for me out there, is there?” you could barely make out what he was saying through his tears. your warm hand stroked his cheek as you shook your head, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“got such a bright future, pope, i promise,” you whispered, and it meant something to him. all the pushing, all the fighting he had been doing just to be important. he wanted to find his place, wanted to make everybody proud. “just don't forget me when you're out studying in new york, when you're rich and famous, living in a villa.” he laughed through his tears, and you couldn't resist joining.

despite joking, there was a hint of seriousness in your words. “i won't, i promise.” his words had come out more clearly the second time around. you placed another kiss onto his forehead, “you've come so far, pope. i'm so proud of you, you're gonna be great.” it meant something, more than when people pushed his limits, his capabilities. it was enough to know, at least someone, thought he was doing enough.

when you separated from his touch, he felt his heart stop, his eyes searching your return the following second. you offered him a soft smile as you showed him what you were doing, picking up what had been discarded and thrown around the room. the papers, the books. picking up pieces of him, putting them back together.

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things had a way of falling into place the same way they had a way of falling apart. sometimes, fate was nice, and decided to show a way out. an exit, despite the previous challenges that awaited completion. RAFE CAMERON was lost, he had no way out, it seemed. a glass child—an abusive, narcissistic sociopath, that's what he was, right? everyone knew him as an aggressive, spoiled cokehead. no one thought to ask why? how?

bags of the white powder remained on his table, sealed shut, two weeks after ward had killed himself. sometimes, he found himself contemplating taking a few lines, knowing his body had grown accustomed to them. two weeks, he had been clean for two weeks. he couldn't have done it alone, he knew that. waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare with a dry throat, in cold sweat. it wasn't something he could fathom doing alone.

“it's not your fault, rafe,” for the first time in a long time, he was quiet. for the first time, he was the one doing the listening. he listened to you, he had to. “you did so good, baby. you protected him, your family. it wasn't sarah or rose, it was all you.” every little sacrifice, every little thing he did, was him ripping a piece of himself off to save his father. all he ever wanted was to matter, to be his son. not a pawn or a disappointment, he wanted his validation. when ward died, everything seemed to go with him, his love included.

tears clouded his eyes and he sniffled, throat growing thick with tears as he listened. “he's gone, rafey. he's dead, and we can't bring him back,” you sat yourself next to him, fingers desperately grazing his face as you brushed away the tears that fell loosely. “but he died loving you, and you know it. none of this would have been possible without you. he died proud, knowing his son saved him. none of us could do it, it was all you.”

it was everything he needed to hear. he couldn't imagine crying in front of his girlfriend, any girl, as a matter of fact. it was different with you. you didn't tell him to man up like barry did, you didn't tell him he was alright, even though he wasn't, like ward had. you listened, you comforted. you took him into your arms as he finally began to cry, using your free hand to throw the powder-filled bags into the bin next to the sofa. he cried, like never before. there was no limit with you.

“good job, rafey. did so good for him.” he didn't care about the coke, he didn't care about the withdrawals. he didn't feel the need for any of it, not while he was with you. you kissed his cheek as you pulled him in closer, letting him stain your shirt as he continued to cry. you would let him come to you during any time of need, you needed to keep him afloat when he needed it the most. and he loved you for it.

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you had healed a heart you didn't break. maybe you were his guardian angel, maybe you were sent by a higher power, maybe you were what sealed his fate. TOPPER THORNTON knew he had his phases, specifically, the period he spent chasing a girl who wanted nothing to do with him. he wasn't her destination, he was just a stop along the way. he was good to sarah, he always let her come back to him when she wanted nothing to do with john b. after every argument, he accepted her temporary presence, even though he knew she'd always go back to him. he accepted the love he thought he was meant to receive, before meeting you.

he had stopped letting her come back, he let you heal his heart, even though it wasn't yours to heal. he let himself fall apart. for once, he was someone's to fall apart and put back together. he couldn't play the savior anymore, it was all you. it was you who treated him to dinner, who made promises—not to break, but to keep. you were the one who distracted him from his mother, his past, the peer pressure and mistakes along the way.

“they don't define you,” is what you'd tell him. it took convincing, it took repetition, but it stopped going in one ear and out the other. he finally realized it once he har started floating adrift, straying and going towards rafe and kalce, who had him coked up, in the presence of girls who wanted him drunk with his wallet full. each time he came back, drugged and drunk, you waited for him. it began to dial down, he had started declining the offers. getting himself back, with your help.

you knew how thankful he was, and you knew you couldn't leave him be. when you prepared him breakfast in bed, you knew that all your work could go down the drain at any moment, but you didn't care. you never stopped. it was worth it, to you. it was worth seeing the way his face lit up. for once, it was him receiving love, as much as he gave.

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drudyslut · 5 months

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— warnings: smut! 18+ mean!john b, bimbo!reader, degrading, oral (m receiving), slight choking, fingering, hair pulling.

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❥ john b snaps at bimbo!gf!reader

“he’s my best friend, y/n! and you don’t expect me to get upset that you were flirting with him?”

you sink down into the couch further, fighting the tears that pricked at your eyes. you’d never seen john b. so upset before. you didn’t mean to make him so mad. you only flirted with jj because you’d saw him talking to sarah cameron. his ex girlfriend. it set you off, so naturally, you wanted to hit him where it hurt. flirting with jj.

“i-i didn’t mean to make you so mad, baby.. it-it was innocent. i-i was just upset that you were talking to sarah, i’m- i’m sorry” you choked out, finally letting your hot tears fall down your face.

“maybe don’t be such a slut! have you ever thought of that? hmm? sarah means nothing to me!”

you stand from your spot on the couch, taking a step toward john b and smacking his chest. “and jj means nothing to me!”

you turn quickly on your heels and storm off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you and throwing yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows as you screamed out in frustration.

the sound of the bedroom door pushing open makes you lift your head, turning slowly to see john b standing in the doorway, slight regret filling his eyes.

“i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to upset you. i just- i’m so used to everyone choosing jj, that seeing you flirt with him set me off”

you sit yourself up in the bed, crossing your legs as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“i wouldn’t ever choose jj. i want you. only you.”

john b sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair. he takes two long strides towards you, pushing your back into the mattress as he crawls on top of you, his arms caging you into the bed.

he leans down, his lips softly ghosting over the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin as he whispers sending a shiver through your body. “i know that. let me make it up to you”

you suck in a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, smashing your lips with his in seconds.

he kisses you back, his lips consuming yours like he was a man that was touch starved. he slips his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours instantly, pulling a string of whines and moans from you.

“you’re so pretty when you’re like this. all whiny and hot, and i haven’t even touched you yet” he rasps, placing one hand around your throat and squeezing at it softly.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes stuck on his darkened over, lust filled ones. you loved and hated when john b was mad, you loved it because he always made up for it in the dirtiest ways possible, but you hated it because, honestly, john b was sort of scary when he was angry.

“gonna make you remember who you belong to, you want that? want me to show you that you’re mine?”

you nod your head slowly, the grip he had on your throat tightening as you moved your head.

“words. you know i don’t like silent responses baby girl”

“y-yes. want you”

he releases the grip he has on your throat, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving his tanned, muscular body on display for you.

you sit yourself up, reaching for the zipper on his shorts and pulling it down with haste. you help him slide his shorts down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his tight boxers, his already hardened cock pressing tightly against the fabric.

you reach your hand out, palming him through his boxers, making him growl from the contact.

“my girls a needy little thing isn’t she? good thing i’m in a giving mood tonight” john b says, his tone slightly mocking at your need for him.

“s-so needy. please, let me suck your cock” you beg, fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, lightly tugging at them.

“don’t worry baby, you will”

john b pushes his boxers down his legs, lifting himself off the bed to remove them completely and tossing them onto the bedroom floor. you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his thick, veiny cock in front of you.

you eagerly reach your hands out, gripping at him lightly, stroking your hand softly up and down his length, pulling a low groan from his lips.

his fingers grip the back of your head, pulling at your hair as he pushes your face down. “suck. now” he demands.

you smirk up at him, licking a hot stripe up the bottom of his shaft and placing a sweet kiss to his swollen head. he bucks his hips forward, fingers tightly gripping at your hair.

you push the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, the taste of the precum that’s leaked from the tip making you hum in appreciation.

“s-stop—fuck— stop fuckin’ teasing. you know i don’t like games, baby”

you place both hands on his thighs, steadying yourself before pushing him fully into your mouth, gagging slightly when the head hits the back of your throat. you begin slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you work his length.

john b groans, using the grip he has on your head to push himself farther into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward to fuck himself into your throat.

“s-so fuckin’ good. such a sweet dumb cock whore, takin’ me so good”

john b’s words have you squeezing your thighs together, your arousal beginning to pool between your legs. you lower one of your hands, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt.

john b pushes you of him, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

you gasp when you feel john b’s large hands on your inner thighs, prying them open quickly and running his thick fingers through your slick folds.

“john b. please” you breathe out, bucking your hips forward.

your mind was hazy, craving the feel of him stretching you, pushing you to see stars.

he continues the teasing motions with his fingers, coating his fingers with your arousal.

you open your mouth to speak but the words die on your tongue when he shoves two fingers inside you, curling them slightly and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“shiiit, john b, need more” you whine, fingers fisting into the bed sheets, toes curling from the pleasure building inside you.

he harshly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, his free hand gripping at your throat lightly. “so fuckin’ needy, so whiny. just let me take care of you, okay?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head. john b picks up the pace of his fingers, pushing them in and out of you harshly, the band in your belly tightening as your first release of the night threatened to wash over you.

“s’close john b, p-please”

“cum for me. let it all out baby girl”

a few more harsh thrusts from his fingers and your release was washing over you in toe curling euphoria.

“fu-fuck”

john b helps you ride out your high, pushing his fingers in and out of you slowly as you came down. you go limp below him as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you wince at the empty feeling.

“you did so good baby. so so good for me”

you lift up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down as you try and steady your breathing back to a normal rhythm.

“i love you, jb. only you”

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, giving you a small smile as he pulls you down to lay beside him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“i know. and i love you. just, no more flirting with jj, got it?”

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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On my boat? p2

Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary- John B comes crawling back.

Warnings- Smut. A lil bit of fluff and angst, but mostly sexual intercourse, hair pulling, scratching, Oral, language. (18+)

A/n- part one incase you missed it

You had kept yourself busy since sleeping with John B, staying away from Tanny hill in case you ran into Sarah. Though you doubted she would do anything, the fight wouldn’t end very well for her.

Your phone had been on silent for the past 15 days, the day after the boat, John B had tried calling you multiple times. But you didn’t want to get involved in the drama, you slept with him to help him get back at Sarah. You hadn’t slept with him hoping he’d want you back.

But apparently that’s exactly what John B wanted, he wanted you. He didn’t want Sarah, he told her it was over.

So when he turned up at your door one night, you were shocked. Your facial expressions portraying exactly that, he gave you his famous grin. “Hey” you stated, guarding yourself behind the door.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’ve been busy”

“Well can we talk? About the other night?” He questions, his palm pushes on the door slightly. It nudges against your shoulder but you stay put, not letting him into your house.

“No John B, I don’t think we need to” you state, you start to close the door. His scuffed sneaker blocking it from closing, his eyes beg you to listen to what he has to say.

“Seriously, it’s not going to happen. We broke up John B, you can’t come crawling back because Sarah hooked up with Topper… you got even. It’s done”

He sees the betrayal behind your eyes, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this to you. He had broken your heart once before by moving onto Sarah so soon after the break up, it wasn’t right for him to be trying to get you back.

So he let you close the door this time, you watched him through the peephole hole. He stayed rooted in his spot for a few more minutes before he finally walked away, you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

A small part of you feeling crushed he didn’t fight harder to get inside, fight harder to tell you why he was coming around.

But you turned around and kept pushing his face to the back of your mind, kept going on with life and pretending you didn’t want him back in your life.

You hadn’t expected any of the pogues to be at the house party of your friend James, you knew they didn’t really have time for drinking and normal lives now that they were involved with the gold.

So when you see John B standing in the corner of the room, talking to Pope and eyes searching the sea of bodies. You couldn’t stop yourself from ducking, zigzagging your way through open gaps until you were outside.

“Great” you mumbled, eyes falling on Sarah Cameron and Topper. Of course, the two of them however ignored you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly Sarah was staring at you. “Hey”.

You turn your body slightly, John B stares down at you with his boyish grin. His sun kissed skin glowing under the moonlight, you offer him a small smile and let him give you a hug. “Hey John B”.

“Want to get a drink?” He questions, nodding his head over to the messy table in the corner. Far enough away that Sarah couldn’t watch on, you nod your head before you can talk yourself out of leaving the party and follow beside him. “How are you?” You question, small talk was never your forte.

“Sarah and I broke up”

“Oh… I’m sorry”

That’s why he was coming around and wanting to talk to you.

He shrugs, taking a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. You reach across the table and grab the bottle of tequila, the exact same brand you two had been drinking a few weeks ago. “Shots?”

He repeats his actions from last time, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. You copy but keep your eyes trained on him from the side, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

A small trickle of tequila escapes from your mouth, running down your lip, falling from your chin and landing on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere private” he questions, the tequila is doing the thinking and you're pulling him away from the party. Throwing all warnings out the window, you can feel his friend's eyes on the two of you.

Sarah’s eyes bored holes in your fingers that looped John B’s belt, you pretended not to notice them. Giving him a nudge into the secluded pool house, you don’t bother turning the light on. The fairy lights from outside give you both enough light to see.

“I didn’t fuck you because I wanted to get back together… I fucked you because you deserved to get even” you state, your bodies are close. He’s looking down at you and you can just make out the chocolate brown of his eyes. “So, you wouldn’t be into the idea of getting back together?” He questions, dropping his head a little lower.

Your mouths linger against one another, his hand cups your right cheek. Thumb caressing your chin, pulling slightly to open your mouth for him. “What?” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavier.

“I miss you”

“You miss the idea of me”

“No, I miss you Y/N… I need you, I physically ache without you, my brain won’t stop thinking about you… I can taste your lips, I can feel the warmth of your body”

“Stop John B”

“I can’t… I physically can not Y/N, I’m so sorry for the way things ended. I’m so sorry for bringing you into this mess, I fucked up and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”

You push up on the balls of your feet and gently press your lips to his, you can feel the thudding of both your heart beats in your ears. You surrender yourself under his touch, his fingers dance up the length of your arm until he’s cupping your face with both hands.

The kiss becomes heated, both your breathing is heavy. Your mouth parted letting his tongue slip inside, his lips are warm and soft against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your upper lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he begins walking you backwards.

The back of your knees meet the small bed, pushing you until you lay down completely. His body hovering over your own, you part your legs enough to let him kneel between. “Do you think… you should be rushing back into this?” You stutter, his mouth sucking at your neck has your thoughts all over the place.

You had told yourself you didn’t need him, that you needed to move on from the idea of having John B in your life again. But, here you were. Spread, wet and desperate for him. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself, you wanted him. Not just in a sexual way, you wanted his mind, body and soul.

The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh has you snapping out of your thoughts, you nudge John B on the chest. He pulls away from you, soft chocolate eyes meet yours. “Answer me”

“Sarah and I have been over for a long time… things got too much when we were stranded on that island, we just didn’t know how to end it” John B states, his eyes flickering to the door of the pool room. “Her kissing Topper just helped make it easier to call it quits”.

You nod your head, understanding sometimes you just need something to solidify why you needed to break up. “I totally get that… but do you think us sleeping together is what you need?”.

“I need you Y/N, I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you the other night… I needed you when you left, the past 15 days, I needed you when I turned up to your house, when I saw you duck and run from me.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed you hiding from him. Your heart thumping, the sound travelling to your ear drums, you push on his chest and guide him down onto the bed. Straddling his waist, pressing your palms to his abs.

“John B, if we do this… You need to be certain your done with Sarah”

“I am... I promise pretty girl”

You kiss his lips, silencing the both of you. Your body ached for him, grinding your hips against his. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue on your lower lip.

“I could kiss you forever” he mumbles, placing open mouth kisses down your throat. Warning signs went off behind your eyes, telling you this would end badly. But you squeezed them shut to rid the thoughts, you’d deal with the repercussions later.

“Show me how much you need me” You murmur, eyes pleading with his. He gives you a grin and scoops your chin between his palm, enveloping your lips with his.

Pulling you down so you lay on him, holding your waist with his other hand. The hand that held your chin moved to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear only to move them down your neck to hold you in place.

“Need you here” he mumbles against your lips, kissing his way down your neck to your collarbone. “Here”.

His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your dress, exposing your triangle bathing suit. Cleavage exposed, his lips travel down until he’s sucking dark marks on your cleavage. “Here”.

You're mesmerised by his touch, your body tingling with excitement. You watch quietly as he moves the flimsy material of your bathing suit and exposes your breasts. Your nipples hardening from the cool air, his mouth takes them in. Sucking on them until you were grinding your core into his bulge.

“Here”.

“John B, I need you to touch me” you beg, your arousal drenched your panties. Soaking his shorts as you moved your hips against his. “Please”.

“I thought I was showing you how much I needed you” he chuckles, his fingers massaging the swell of your breast. You back arching into his touch. “Show me how much you need me by giving me an orgasm”.

He nods his head, placing his hand on your upper back and one around your bum. Swapping you both around until you sat at the end of the bed, he shoots you a quick look as though to ask for permission.

You grip the waistband of your panties and pull them down your leg, your arousal dripping onto your thighs. “Needy” he whispers, pushing you down onto the bed before you can respond.

He parts your legs wide, staring directly into your core. You clench around nothing, pussy weeping for him to fill you up. “So pretty” he whispers, kissing his way up from your ankles until his breath fanned over your aching core.

Just as you begin to pull yourself up from the bed to hurry him along he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading you so his mouth can swallow your clit.

Your head drops back onto the mattress, back arching at the simple touch. “Fuck” you gasp, clenching your fingers around the material of the bed.

He moves your legs, bending them and pushing them up against your stomach. Opening you wider for him, his tongue slipping into your core, circling his tongue against your walls. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, your vision is blurry.

“Just me baby girl” John B chuckles, he’s inserting two fingers inside of you while his tongue laps at your clit. Your body is shaking, pleasure courses through your veins. “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, your walls pulsate around his fingers as he adds a third, angling them up against your g spot.

Your orgasm hits you at full force, knocking the breath out of you. Your legs shake against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure rock you. “Shit shit shit”.

“That’s how much I need you”

You don’t give yourself time to recover, you're reaching for him. You needed him more than ever, shaky hands fumbling with the string of his shorts. He helps you remove his clothes, his cock swaying proudly.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he states, lining himself up against your hole. Your arms find home around his neck, both of your eyes training on where he eases himself in.

You both exhale, your fingernails scratch at his sun kissed skin. Chewing on your lower lip, he begins to rock his hips against you. His hair tickles your chin, his arms pulling you flush against him.

“You're perfect… I’ve missed you so much”.

“Show me how much… show me by fucking me hard… and fast”.

A switch seems to go off inside his head, he pulls your body away from the bed. Changing the position, your knees meet the mattress. He pushes you down until your cheeks press against the sheets, his hips connect with the swell of your ass.

His heavy balls hitting at your swollen clit with each thrust. The grip he has on your hips is harsh, red marks that are going to bruise. His cock hits deep into you, nudging at your sweet spot.

“Fuck… pretty girl, your magic” he exclaims, his hands run up the length of your back until they grip around the locks of hair, pulling you slightly away from the bed. “Your pussy is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever had”.

You're clenching around him, his words stirring something inside of you. “Fuck.. John B, harder please!”. He quickened his pace, you try to look behind you but the grip on your hair stops you from doing so.

The sound of your skins meeting in the middle fills the small room, you can hear the bass from the music outside. You only just realise the curtains are open, anyone could walk by right now and see the predicament you were in.

This just has you more aroused, your soaking his thick cock. The wet sound has you arching your back and pushing back into him, your moans are growing louder and a sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies.

“Shit… babe-”

Your words are cut short as he pulls out of you and repositions you, your legs straddling him. He pulls you down against him, his cock deep inside of you.

His hand presses against your lower stomach as he helps you move against him again, your body bouncing harshly as you chase your high. He can himself deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure leave his lips.

His eyes train on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, he pulls himself up slightly to capture one between his lips. Sucking and pulling at your nipples, your finger nails dig into his skin.

Hips grinding and circling against him, the familiar tingle spreads from your toes up to the hair on your head. Goosebumps litter your body, arching your back as the wave of pleasure hits you once more and you're coming around his cock, walls sucking him as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck!”

“Oh shit… shit shit shit” John B cries, he grips your hips. His own hips stuttering against yours as he orgasm floods through him, he pulls out of you, his cum coating his lower stomach.

You move to sit next to him, regaining your breath. Your eyes meet his and he moves to kiss your lips.

“I promise to make up for everything, I promise to prove to you everyday why it was a good idea for you to take me back.. I promise to be better” John B states, his hand cups your face. Thumb caressing your cheek, you give him a soft smile.

All you could do was move forward, you can forgive and forget and see where the future takes you both. “Okay, let’s do this”.

You meet in the middle, lips pressed together once again.

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The Endless Darkness and Mystery of the Ocean Is Becoming A Bit Tempting To Dive Into Now

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Pairing: Ex!John B Routledge x female!reader, JJ Maybank x female!reader (all over 18)

TW:18+ smut, piv. unprotected sex. size kink(?), squirting, drug use, angst, violence, brief mention of blood,I think thats it

Summary: After ending things with one of your best friends, you see JJ in whole new light. the problem is you can't tell John B, but everything comes to light eventually. (Based on this request)

Word Count:4.4k

A/N: please excuse any typos, its 2 am and im delirious. also I couldn't choose between these gifs so have them both

Ever since the breakup things have been… tense, to say the least. You've been friends with the pogues since you could walk; they're like your family.

A year ago, your relationship with John B blossomed into something more and up until last month, the two of you had been a picture-perfect couple.

However, after everything with the treasure hunt and deserted island, something just changed. Your heart wasn't in it anymore, and John B agreed. Though it was mutual, it still put a strain on the group.

It's not like a normal breakup where you don't have to see each other anymore. Your entire friend group is shared, and you still have to hang out with him every day. It's getting easier, but how do you recover when you went from best friends to lovers and back again?

Walking away obviously isn't an option for either of you, so you're just trying to make the best of the situation.

You've found solace in JJ, the two of you growing even closer in the midst of your heartache. Which is exactly how you found yourself sitting at the end of the dock passing a joint back and forth.

The two of you have been laughing hysterically at nothing for the past hour when JJ suddenly goes quiet. You look over with a frown and find the man staring off into space. You wave your hand in front of his face with a small giggle.

"Earth to JJ. Anybody there?"

It's lighthearted, but his face is dangerously serious when he turns to look at you.

"I liked you first, you know."

The words hang in the air, thick and heavy as they register in your hazy mind.

"No, I don't know. What the hell are you talking about?"

You're genuinely confused at the random confession. You'd be lying if you said you don't find JJ attractive, but you never thought he'd see you in that light. He lets out an exasperated huff as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"I liked you before John B. That's why we made up the whole 'no pogue on pogue macking' rule. We found out we both wanted you, so instead of fighting, we made a truce and promised not to pursue it. I kept my word, he didn't."

He takes another hit of the joint and blows it toward the night sky, a thick white cloud dissipating in front of his face. He doesn't seem to realize the gravity of what he just said, but you feel like you're suffocating.

JJ liked you so much that they made up a rule?

"JJ.."

Your voice is soft as you reach out to grab his hand and his eyes dart down to where your flesh touches his.

"It's fine, Bambi. You didn't know, it's in the past now."

Your heart clenches at the nickname only he's allowed to use, and suddenly you feel tears sting your eyes. He's called you that since you were kids, your habit of falling and bumping into things earning you the fitting moniker.

"Is it?" You whisper, and you notice his breath catch.

That's all the answer you need and without thinking, you lean forward. He stares at you with wide eyes but doesn't pull back.

The moment your lips touch you realize how stupid you've been. Things were great with John B, you have chemistry and history, but it never felt like this. Electricity crackles under your skin, every nerve feeling like a live wire threatening to electrocute you.

He stiffens for a moment before succumbing to the sensation of your mouth massaging his. He's dreamed about this since seventh grade, and you're so much sweeter than he ever could have imagined.

The kiss deepens and you moan quietly as the taste of mint, beer, and weed mingles on your tastebuds.

He pulls away to breathe and you chase his lips, desperate to feel them again. Kissing him is like you were brought to life, suddenly aware of how dull the world has been all these years.

You didn't know what you had been missing, and now that you do, you're not sure you can make peace with not having it.

Your eyes slowly flutter open to find JJ already staring at you, and your fingers brush against the soft pink skin as if to make sure it's still there. His eyes are filled with love and lust, pupils blown, and you know he felt it too.

It's late, most likely early morning by now, and the rest of the group went to bed hours ago. You look around to make sure no one is watching, the only illumination coming from the moon and white Christmas lights strung around the wood railing.

As soon as you know you won't be caught, you lunge forward and JJ instantly wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel his muscles bulge as he maneuvers himself on top of you, his lips ravishing yours like a man starved.

Your movements are rushed and hasty, the idea of being seen looming over the two of you like a dark cloud. You lean your head back as his mouth moves down to your neck, the feeling nothing short of euphoric.

His lips are so soft, a stark contrast to the rough calloused texture of his hands as they roam under your shirt. He moves quickly, pulling down your bikini top and brushing his thumbs over your perked nipples.

Time seems to move at warp speed and in slow motion simultaneously as he unbuttons your shorts; your own hands moving down to his swim trunks. You can feel he's hard already, and he lets out a low groan when your slender fingers wrap around his thick cock.

Even without seeing him, you can tell he's bigger than John B.

The denim stings your freshly shaved legs as he drags them down the tan skin, a deep moan reverberating in his throat as he takes in the sight of your half-naked body below him. He stops abruptly and you look at him, concern written on your features.

"I don't have a condom."

You bite back a smartass remark about JJ Maybank not keeping a rubber in his pocket and settle instead for nipping at his Adam's apple.

"I'm on birth control."

He seems to like your response as he drops his head into the crook of your neck and rubs his tip through your folds to spread the wetness. Under different circumstances, you'd beg to taste him. But now is not the time, and you're certain you'll get the chance later.

He looks to you for confirmation, and you give it with a short nod.

You hiss as he pushes in an inch, the burning sensation as he stretches your heat taking you by surprise. You'd never had this problem with John B.

"I know, sweet girl. You can take it, I promise. I'll go slow."

He's speaking through clenched teeth and you know he's exercising a painful amount of restraint. He pulls back and pushes in a little more, repeating the movement a few times as you adjust to his size.

You gasp loudly at the feeling of being full, your eyes rolling back as he hits a spot you didn't know you had.

"Almost, baby. You're doing so good."

Your eyes snap open and peer into his, a look of sheer bewilderment on your face.

"That's not all of it?"

You don't think about the absurdity of the question until a playful smirk breaks out on JJ's face and your head rolls back in embarrassment.

With one more short thrust, you feel his hips meet yours and breathe a sigh of relief.

He stays still for a moment, waiting for your cue, which you give him in the form of lifting your hips.

He starts at a slow pace, testing the waters, and your mouth drops open. You briefly feel guilt over the fact you never let John B hit it raw, despite his incessant begging, but the thought is quickly erased.

You can feel every single inch of JJ, and your mind goes completely blank. He takes this as a good sign and speeds up a bit. His arm wraps around your hips, angling you up, and you let out a sharp whine at the new feeling.

He's pounding into you relentlessly now, each sharp thrust slamming his pelvis against your clit, and loud mewls rip from your throat each time he makes contact. You feel his hand cover your mouth to quiet you, but it doesn't do much to stifle the sheer volume of you screaming his name.

"As much as I love hearing those pretty sounds, and my name rolling off your tongue, you need to be quiet before you wake John B up. Can you do that for me, Bambi?"

His voice is strained, and the thought that you're the cause has delicious white hot heat bubbling in your abdomen. You nod against his palm and he resumes his brutal fucking.

It's not long before you feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap, and JJ knows you're close by the way your legs tremble and your chest arches into his.

The hand that was over your mouth drops down to where the two of you meet, and he rubs fast circles on your clit. You try desperately to silence yourself, your teeth drawing blood from your bottom lip as you clamp down.

JJ stops and removes his hand just long enough to push your shirt up so it's in your mouth before resuming his assault.

"Come on, Y/N. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. I'm dying to know what that pretty face looks like when you come."

The sound of him growling your name pushes you over the edge and your body convulses as pleasure you've never experienced before rips through your body. Every muscle seems to contract as your vision goes white and your fingers and toes tingle from the intensity of it all.

JJ fucks you through it, your own release triggering his as your pussy squeezes him with a vice-like grip he knows he'll feel for weeks. He paints your walls with a loud grunt, his face contorted beautifully from the force of his orgasm.

It takes you longer than usual to come down, your lingering high amplifying even the slightest sensation. You slowly feel your breathing calm down, and peel your eyes open to find a spent JJ staring down at you in wonder.

"There she is. You did so well, take some deep breaths for me okay? I don't need you hyperventilating and passing out on me."

You smile tiredly at the comedic relief, your body going completely limp as you regain feeling. You lay there and consider just sleeping outside as JJ pulls out carefully and starts cleaning you up.

"Do you usually do that?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you will your limbs to work.

"Do what?"

There's a brief pause before he answers, and when he does your eyes snap open.

"Squirt. Because it was the hottest thing I've ever seen and I kind of want to make you do it again."

Your body seems to kick into gear as you prop up on your elbows, and you stare at him in shock.

"Uh no, not really. I didn't even know I could do that."

You don't miss the victorious smile on his face, no doubt happy that he finally beat John B to something. You can't help but match his expression when his dimple pops out and he plops down next to you.

Neither of you says anything as you bask in the afterglow but you know you're both thinking the same thing. There's no coming back from this.

"Is it weird that it didn't feel weird?" You wonder quietly and his head flops to the side to observe your face.

"No, I don't think so. It kind of felt like something we should have been doing the whole time."

You breathe a sigh of relief and nod.

"I'm glad you said that, because I'd be super fucking bummed if we never did that again."

His bubbly laugh fills your ears and you lace your fingers through his gently. Another silence falls, and you're just about to stand when JJ speaks again.

"We can't tell John B, or anybody for that matter. Not for a while at least. We have to keep this on the down low."

There's a tinge of sadness in his voice and you nod solemnly.

"I know."

The next three months continue with you and JJ hooking up anytime you get the chance. It's not easy having to sneak around, especially when you're never alone. Making up excuses and cover stories is getting harder, and you know the group is getting suspicious.

One night after you managed a quickie, JJ is sitting out by the fire with John B just chatting when everything comes to a screeching halt.

"Why so glum?" JJ teases, and John B takes a long swig of his beer.

He's been staring blankly at the flames for twenty minutes now, and the silence is starting to irritate JJ.

"I'm still in love with her and I don't know how to stop."

John B's voice is barely audible, but JJ hears him crystal clear. In a matter of seconds, the guilt of his secret relationship with you crushes him and bile rises in his throat.

It's not just hooking up anymore, the two of you have developed real feelings and made it exclusive. Meanwhile, as he's living in bliss, his best friend is still torn up about you.

"I didn't realize it was that serious. I thought the breakup was mutual."

JJ tries to best to conceal his rapid breathing as he chokes on air, and it seems to work as John B releases a bitter laugh.

"I didn't want her to feel bad. What was I supposed to do when she said she wanted to end it? Confess my undying love and guilt her into staying?"

JJ doesn't have a response to that as his mind is sent reeling. Two best friends, both in love with their other best friend. How the fuck does he always get himself into these impossible situations?

He tries not to think about the fact your cum is dried on his boxers or that there's still an imprint from your lipstick smeared on his cock. He feels like John B can sense the pictures of him fucking you on his phone, and gets the urge to chuck it in the ocean.

"You just need to get laid, bro. She'll be off your mind in no time."

It's all he can muster before standing and basically sprinting into the chateau. He feels bad leaving his friend in a time of need, but he was choking like a fish out of water.

He knows it's bullshit. He's absolutely certain that after having you, he would never be able to move on. Not fully.

How could he when he's felt your loving touch and let you into the deepest corners of his heart? It's even worse to know that John B is in love with you when your heart is reserved solely for him now.

His feet carry him to you instantly, and the look on his face has you following him into the guest room without question. That seems to be a new ability he's gained since dating you. He always knows where you are, like his heart and body can sense you before his mind does.

"What going on?"

You cup his cheek the way you always do, and he leans into your touch. Normally it would bring him comfort, but hurt shoots through your chest when he seems to realize what he's doing and recoils.

"Did you know he's in love with you?"

The question takes you by surprise, and you try to get caught up to speed.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

His hand runs through his hair as he turns around, and he just as quickly whips back to face you.

"John B!" His voice is just below yelling and he lowers to a harsh whisper when he realizes.

"JB just told me he's still in love with you, Y/N."

You shake your head in disbelief and pace back and forth a few times before stopping.

"JJ, we never even said I love you. It's been months, why would he still have feelings for me?"

Despite dating for a year, you could never bring yourself to say the words. You do love John B, but you could never figure out why you weren't in love with him. It didn't make sense, not until you fell for JJ.

You're nearing panic as you resume pacing and JJ throws his hands up.

"Y/N, have you seen yourself? Who wouldn't be in love with you?"

You stop all of a sudden and turn slowly to look at your boyfriend.

"What?"

His brain seems to lag for a moment and you catch the exact millisecond he realizes what he said.

"No, I- I didn't me-"

You cut him off with two strides forward and he shrinks under your intense gaze.

"No, you asked who wouldn't be in love with me. Are you in love with me?"

He lets out a frustrated groan and rubs his hand down his tired face.

"Don't change the subject."

You scoff and quirk an eyebrow, suddenly much more interested in the man standing a mere six inches away from you.

"I'm not. You're the one who said it. So what's the answer? I'm not letting it go.

He ponders his options for a second before relenting. He knows you, and he knows that you will get an answer come hell or high water.

"Yes, okay? But now is not the time, so can we please put a pin in it?"

You smile brightly and kiss his cheek before standing flat on your feet again.

"Fine. For the record, I'm in love with you too. So what are we going to do?"

You can't help but think how cute he looks as the wheels turn in his head, and he gives a playful glare as you stare at him with heart eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, baby. We can't tell him, not now."

Your shoulders drop as you deflate. You know he's right, but it still sucks.

"I'm tired of hiding us." You murmur and JJ's features soften as he pulls you into a tight hug.

"Me too, but we have to be careful about this. Just a little bit longer, okay?"

He kisses the top of your head as you nod against his shoulder and pull back. The two of you compose yourselves, hiding any sign of affection, before trekking back out to the rest of the group.

A month later, you're all sitting around the bonfire after a kegger; a little too much alcohol coursing through your systems. You've settled into a game of truth or dare, loud laughs being shared as you all do ridiculous tasks and share secrets.

You're sitting across from JJ and he shoots you a wink when it's your turn.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" Sarah asks and you press your finger to your chin pretending to think for a second before answering.

"Truth."

You instantly regret it as she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her and John B have gotten cozier since his confession last month and you're glad he's finally moving on. The problem is since you've both experienced a relationship with him, it opens you up to a whole new level of personal questions.

"Where's the craziest place you've had sex?"

You don't catch the smirk on John B's face as he takes a sip from his cup, thinking about the time you fucked on the open beach. He's sure that's your answer, and he almost chokes when you respond with something different.

"Either on the hood of a police car or on a motorcycle."

Your answer is immediate and you don't give it a second thought before spitting it out. It doesn't occur to you that your ex is sitting five feet away and that it most definitely wasn't with him; or that he knows you only had sex one other time before him in the bathroom at a party.

You don't realize that you just told him you've hooked up with someone since the breakup, and you don't see the way JJ tenses as your words linger in the air.

Sarah barks out a surprised laugh while raising her cup to cheers you.

"Who knew you were such a daredevil."

John B certainly didn't. You're about to move on when Kie interjects.

"Wait,"

JJs eyes squeeze shut when he realizes what's coming. This is terrible timing and the second worst way for the secret to be revealed. The only thing that could top this is being caught red-handed.

"JJ, didn't you tell me you hooked up with a girl on top of a cop car like three months ago?"

His mouth opens and shuts a few times as he fumbles for words while Pope adds fuel to the already scorching fire.

"Hold up, you told me you fucked a girl on your dirt bike two weeks ago."

As soon as he says it, JJ wishes the ground would swallow him whole. He could have passed one off as a coincidence, but both? It's not exactly common to hook up in those locations, and he knows you're caught.

His silence and your beet red face only confirm the suspicions, as realization dawns on everybody at the same time.

"Holy shit." Kie mutters and you don't dare look at John B as his eyes bore into the side of your face.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" His voice is laced with venom and you wince, instantly kicking yourself for your lapse in judgment.

Everybody jumps to their feet and your head spins as chaos breaks out. You're decidedly too drunk and not drunk enough for this and evaporating into thin air seems like a good idea right about now.

"He's my best fucking friend! You left me so you could fuck him? Since when are you a homie hopping whore?"

He's screaming now as Pope and Kie hold him back, and you look like a deer caught in headlights as tears pour down your cheeks. To her credit, Sarah is comforting you despite the conflict of interest and you're eternally grateful.

You drop your cup and gasp as JJ lunges forward, slamming into John B and tackling him to the ground.

"Don't fucking speak to her like that!"

His voice is hoarse as it booms from his throat and John B just laughs.

"What are you gonna do? Hit me? She's gonna get tired of you too, man. Before you know she's played you, she'll be on her knees for Pope."

JJ's fist collides against his nose with a sickening crack and you barely register your own voice as you scream for him to stop.

Much to your surprise, the blonde listens and is standing in front of you in an instant. Johns B's blood is on his knuckles and he cups your face tenderly as your friends tend to your wounded ex.

"How long?" John B coughs, and your eyes meet his over JJ's shoulder.

You can see the sheer hurt and betrayal and your stomach lurches. You never meant for any of this to happen.

"Four months."

Your answer is simple, yet John B looks like he's been shot.

"Un-fucking-believable. How could you do this?"

Your heart breaks as his voice cracks and JJ hates the anguish in your usually bright eyes.

"Hey, we don't have to do this right now."

You shake your head and step around him, coming face to face with your lifelong best friend.

"I didn't mean for this to happen, or for you to find out like this. Please, John B. I love him."

He physically recoils as the words ring out, and your knees wobble as they threaten to give out.

"I can't do this. You can't have us both."

He knows it isn't fair, but despite his growing feelings for Sarah, the idea of watching you be happy with a man thats like his brother makes him nauseous.

"Don't make me choose, John B."

You feel JJ's hand rest on the curve of your lower spine and subconsciously lean into him.

"Why? Because you'll choose him?"

He looks ill as he speaks and you slowly nod your head.

"Yeah. I choose him."

You mean it with all your heart, yet the words still taste like acid as they leave your tongue. This is exactly what you didn't want.

John B stays glued in place, his eyes raking over your face searching for any sign of doubt or deceit. When he finds none, his heart shatters all over again.

He knows he should leave, that he should stand his ground and never look back. But this isn't just anybody. This is two of his best friends in the entire world, and he doesn't have to ask JJ to know he'd choose you too.

He can't bring himself to walk away, and his eyes squeeze shut as reality sets in.

"I'll get over it."

He doesn't entirely believe himself as his voice shakes, but he's going to try. He's got a good thing with Sarah, and if you can be happy for him then he should try to be happy for you. If he loves you, he'll let you go.

You swallow thickly as you take a hesitant step forward and JJ resists the urge to pull you back.

"Pogues for life?" You ask quietly and he nods.

"Pogues for life."

Sarah and Kie take this as their chance and pull you inside, leaving the three men outside alone. JJ shifts his weight, hands wringing nervously as he anticipates John Bs next move.

"Hurt her and I kill you."

JJ gives a mock salute and watches as John B turns hastily to walk to the end of the pier. Pope looks at him with raised eyebrows and JJ gives him a pointed glare.

"Don't."

Pope raises his hands in surrender with a smug smile.

"Wasnt gonna. We all kind of knew besides John B anyway." He admits and JJ tosses his cup at him.

"Asshole."

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Never Enough

Request: "Can you do 7 and 9 from prompts list for John b? Angst with happy ending. An idea for plot: John b is in love with insecure reader, who can't see why he is in love"

Prompts:

7. "Please just leave me alone,” “I can’t.”

& 9. "I got your message.”

I hope this is something like you were imagining, I had fun writing this one! Thank you for requesting!! Sorry for the delay I just finished finals, hoping to get out some more requests soon. <3

Warnings: angst, fluff, insecure!reader, female!reader, arguing, kinda long

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“She was so hot bro. What’s wrong with you?”

Y/N’s hand was raised in the air about to open the Chateau door but you stopped yourself after hearing JJ and John B talking.

”Nothin man,” John B groaned, fidgeting with bandana around his neck as JJ teased him.

”No seriously, what was it?” JJ wiggled his eyebrows, bouncing around the front room with energy.

John B sighed knowing JJ wouldn’t quit unless he was satisfied with his answer. “She was..”

Y/N held her breath in anticipation. You've had your eyes on John B since you were all kids, but always thought there was no way he'd feel about you in that way. Even before the no pouge on pouge marking rule started. And why would he? You weren't anything special, you’d been convinced of that.

”She couldn’t keep a conversation.”

JJ scoffed, “And? You don’t need to be having a conversation with her when she's - “

“JJ.” John B cut him off, giving him a stern look. JJ took a pause and caught what John B was trying to say. He wasn’t interest in any of the girls on the island, only one girl had his heart. And all of the other pouges knew but you.

But you weren’t paying attention to anything going on inside after JJ implied how gorgeous this random girl really was. Prettier than me, you thought. John B deserved someone like that, someone like Sarah Cameron status. There was no chance he’d feel the same way about you; you didn't even think you were as funny or carefree as someone like Kie, someone who actually has a shot with him.

And it wasn't like you wanted to compare yourself to your other best friend, but it was something you couldn't help. You've always done it with everything. Whether it was being smart or having the right body type, it was like you could never amount to any other person. It's gotten to the point that you couldn't fathom any guy on the island looking in your direction. Unaware to John B mad dogging any guy who tried to flirt with you at any of the annual boneyard parties or got into literal fights with guys who talked about you vulgarly in school.

”Y/N, hey!” John B opened the chateau door and saw your surprised face seeing him appear right before you. “What you waiting out here for?” He gave her a bright smile and never looked away from your e/c eyes.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and quickly put on a tight smile. “Just waiting for you girls to finish getting ready.” You joked her heart fluttering hearing John B’s big laugh. Y/N peered over his shoulder to see JJ staring at the two with mischievous eyes. “You got the cooler, right?”

You turned around quickly, hoping that you covered your uneasiness well. You never wanted them to know the kind of thoughts you had swirling around in your head, it would be just another thing to be seen as less than.

JJ carelessly grabbed the cooler off the ground and began to follow after the girl who already started walking down to the HMS Pouge. “Yes, Mrs. Rout -“

John B elbowed him in the gut causing JJ to stagger with loud groans. He smirked to himself before jogging down the grass to catch up with you.

He untied the boat before climbing on and offering a hand to you. “You look beautiful today, sweet girl.”

Your checks turned a bright red, causing John B’s smile to widen even further. You held his hand and stepped up onto the boat giving him quiet “thank you”.

John B say himself in the drivers seat, heading off to meet with Pope and Kie once JJ finally hopped on. He was coming up with ways to finally come clean and tell you how he feels. But was so oblivious how your sad eyes focused on the water, thinking how there was no way John B was serious.

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Once you all met up with the other two pouges at the Wreck, you excused yourself to use the restroom. The other four pouges continued eating the free food Kiara's dad reluctantly gave them after some convincing.

"So," Kiara faced John B, the other two boys following as well. "How are you going to tell her?"

He froze and the french fry in his mouth went limp. His eyes darted to your figure entering the women's bathroom. "I'm not sure yet."

"You're not sure yet?" She scoffed. Pope nodding along next to her.

"I think you should do it pouge style." JJ shook John B's shoulder, grinning like a fool.

"I think JJ might be onto something," Pope paused to give JJ a look. "But not in a stupid way like he's thinking."

"Oh, come on man. Girls love adventure."

John B chuckled, pursing his lips once he swallowed his meal. "What are you guys suggesting?"

"Well, we were thinking you could take her out on the Pouge for a late night boat ride." Kiara spoke for both her and Pope. John B's eyebrows rose in shock, they really had been thinking about this.

"And then when the time is right you just tell her how you feel." Pope finished.

"Do you guys really think she'll say yes to being my girlfriend? I mean we've been friends forever - "

Kie cut him off, "You've been in love with her forever. And it's no secret."

He rubbed his mouth and jaw as he took in what she said. John B was so deeply in love with you and the only thing holding him back was the fear of you not wanting him. Once the pouges start pointing out your own feelings towards him, he began seeing it himself so he knew he was being silly. But it still was a fear regardless.

The boy looked down the hallway to see you finally making your way back towards them. The sun shining through the windows of the restaurant lit up your unique features he spent countless nights dreaming about. You caught eyes with him and both of you couldn't stop the shy smiles and subconscious thoughts from forming.

God, she's everything.

I wonder if he's thinking about that girl.

_ _ _ _

7:08 pm

Bird: Hey wanna go out on the pouge, just us?

Bird: I'll bring snacks

Y/N let out a laugh as the texts popped up on your screen. All five of you had gone out the day before, but the hot sun beating down on you was making you miss it already. Plus you just got done from a day of delivering groceries.

7:10 pm

Sweet girl: Sounds good to me!

7:11 pm

Bird: Sweet :)

You got ready, throwing all your clothing around your room as you tried to find a good outfit and just decided you'd pick it up once you got home. John B said he'd be there in just twenty minutes after his initial text, so you were rushing to fix your hair and makeup next.

Once you were finally ready you walked down your unkept backyard to wait for him to come by on the Pouge. Which wouldn't be long since you could already see him heading towards you, with one hand waving in the air.

You laughed again, he was such a goof. Plus so easy on the eyes, and always made you feel like you had a place in the world with him. It was what made you start to fall for him in the first place.

"You ready?" He called out while pulling to the edge of the bank so you could get on. Trying to gently park, even though it bounced off the bank a little bit.

Y/n laughed, "Y'know I always am." Looking inside the boat you saw the snacks in picnic baskets you've never seen at the Chateau. You didn't even think John knew where they would be sold on the island. Also some blankets that weren't brought out often, only for when you all stayed out after it got dark. You stepped on with a smile and took a seat on the bench nearest to his seat.

He sent you one back before he sped off into the marina.

_ _ _

The two of you spent the next hour, almost two now, just swimming, eating and dancing. You both hadn't just hung out alone together in quite some time since all of the pouges had mostly the same schedule. But it was really nice, didn't help your crush one bit but you'd always be able to see him as your friend first. No matter how upset that could make you.

You wrapped the blanket around your body, now dried off and wore John B's shirt he offered you. And he insisted through all your, "no, it's okay," or "I'm fine."

"So.." He started to say, sitting on the floor of the boat shirtless. He looked up at you, squinting just a little bit from the sun setting behind your figure. "There's something I've been needing to tell you."

"What is it?" You bit your lip, you could see his nervous but serious body language and it scared you a little bit to be honest.

He sucked in a deep breath, sitting up a little bit straighter as he gained the courage. "We've been friends forever, you're one of the most important people in my life and I wouldn't want anything to mess that up. And so I just need you to know that no matter what, that's what I care about most, okay?"

Oh god, he knows. Y/N's body froze. Hundreds of thoughts crossed your mind, but thinking that he knew about your unrequited crush was the most present. You couldn't help but dread the rejection that was coming. "Look, John - "

"Y/N, please.. Just - you understand that, right?" He interrupted her, slowly moving closer to her to put a hand on yours. The other one holding the blanket in death grip around yourself.

You sighed, fighting off the tears you felt making their way to be seen. "Yeah, I understand."

He awkwardly let out a sigh of relief and a smile, still not letting go of your hand. "I love you, Y/N."

You furrowed your eyebrows, and shook your head in confusion. "O-okay..? I love you too John B but I don't get - "

"No, Y/n. I'm in love with you, in that 'love you' type of way. You've been the only one on my mind for so long and I've just been scared - I don't even know why really. But I was and I felt I needed to say it now before it was too late."

Your mouth dropped at the rambling confession. What? You tried to form words but your lips just shaped "O" before falling back to it's shocked state. He had to be lying, someone must have said something to him and now they're all making bets to whether or not she'd think he'd be capable of loving someone like her. How could I be so stupid. No one on the island has been interested in me, now John B says he does? I don't buy it.

You moved your hand away from his to push your hair out of your face as you tried to figure out what was going on. "Wh-why are you doing this? It's not funny."

"Funny? What are you talking about, sweet girl?" He asked, shifting his weight to his knees as you began to get up and walk over to where the rest of your clothes were. He watched as you faced away from him to peel off his shirt, throw it to the ground before putting on your big t shirt and jean cut off shorts. He quickly tried to keep up and jumped off the floor. "Y/n, talk to me."

You huffed, rubbing your hands on your face. You could feel his warmth behind you, but it just made you even more sad. You'd expect this kind of behavior from some random kook on the island, but John B was supposed to be your safe heaven. He had always protected you from the bad things in life. But this? Pretending to like you to see what you'd say, making you feel like someone out there could love you? This was just plain cruel.

"This is a new low, John B.."

His heart shattered, what was so wrong of him? He knew if he said anything there was a chance you'd freak and actually not like him back. Now the girl of his dreams rejected him and he lost his best friend. Great thinking, guys.

"Y/N please, can we just talk about this - "

You turned around, brushing past him to take a seat further away from the driver seat. You spared him no look, oblivious to the way you broke his heart back. "I just want to go home."

He stood broken, tears shinning in his eyes as he realized you couldn't even look at him anymore. John B swallowed the lump in his throat before bending down to grab his discarded shirt to put it on. Once on, he started the boat and headed back towards your house without a word.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

10:49 pm

Bird: Please answer me

Bird: I can't just leave things like that

6:52 am

Bird: I know I freaked you out but I can't lose you

3:33 pm

Bird: When we were kids I promised I'd never lie or hurt you intentionally. I haven't broken that

3:35 pm

Bird: You're killing me sweet girl..

14 missed calls from Bird.

You tossed your phone on your bed for the umpteenth time today. John B wouldn't stop calling or texting you ever since you basically jumped out of his boat the night before.

He knew your sleeping schedule and had the decency to not call you from 12 at night to 9 in the morning to not bug you.

You just didn't get it. None of it made sense, really.

1. There was no crowd of people to be in on the joke. And 2. John B was so apologetic and concerned for you - why would he agree to do something like that?

But you couldn't wrap your head around him being genuine either. That was just a fairy tale dream of yours you drilled into your head years ago.

Your phone lit up again.

8:14 pm

Bird: Screw it

Bird: I'm coming over

Not even ten minutes later, the Twinkie came flying down the uneven road towards your house. He jumped out of the van, before stomping through the grassy backyard. He started to make his way up to your bedroom window, remember exactly which step to take to make it in undetected by your parents.

"I got your message." You spoke first, standing a quite few feet away from him near your back door with your arms crossed. "Did you really need to come all this way?"

"I'm sorry I - " He stuttered, letting himself drop down to the ground so he wasn't scaling the side of your house anymore. You startled him, and to be honest with himself, he didn't think you'd even let him go near you nonetheless be waiting outside for him. "I don't know exactly what to say except that I never want you to look at me the way you did yesterday. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Yeah well think of that before you try to pull something like that ever again."

He started to take cautious steps toward you, careful not to scare you off again. "Pull what? Tell you that I love you?"

You shake your head, your arms swinging in front of you exasperated. "God, stop saying that!"

"Why, huh? You think this is some sort of joke to me?"

"Yes! And you don't have to keep pretending, I already see through your bullshit."

"Bullshit?" His eyes are teary and wide, stepping even closer to you now. You're too caught up in your distraught emotions to notice. "You think how I feel is bullshit?"

You gulped your response. You were so blinded by your own insecurities that you ignored this man practically yelling back at your face that he loves you. You blinked and took in his clearly upset form. At the end of his sentence his voice was wavering and it made your heart clench seeing him this sad and angry. It was too late anyways.

"I know it is. Someone like you couldn't love someone like me.." You sniffled and turned around to head towards the back door. "Please just leave me alone."

Your hand grabbed the doorknob but his bigger hand fell on top of yours before you could twist it open. You felt his body warmth right behind you. You stared straight ahead as tears started to fall down your cheeks, and his hand slowly lifted yours off the handle.

"I can't." John B slowly turned you to face him once more. He raised a hand to wipe the tears off your face, and kept it holding the side of your face up to look at him. "You don't think I could love someone like you?" He spoke as if you burnt him. As if you were the one hurting him all this time. "How could you think that?"

You couldn't help but be honest now. "Because I don't deserve it.. You deserve someone much better than me."

"Y/n, love, you are much more than you think.. You're everything to me. I think you're the most talented, smartest, funniest, beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. I mean that." His words were so genuine you couldn't help but blush. "And it breaks my heart you don't think that about yourself."

"I'm sorry," You whispered trying to lower your gaze but he lowered himself down try to keep eye contact with you until you looked back up at him normally.

"Hey, hey, hey.." He cooed doing so. "You don't ever have to apologize to me for something like that. I just want you to know just how perfect you are."

One of his hands came up to wipe the tears under your eyes, causing you to crack a smile. He mirrored your expression, the other hand going around your mid back to hold you closer to him.

"And that smile of yours makes my heart skip every time." John B whispered. "Will you let me try to make you see what I see?"

You blinked your tears away to see his big doe eyes stare into your own. You quickly take a glance at his plump pink lips, before looking back up at him again. You gave him a shy nod, blush creeping on your cheeks from how close the two of you were.

He slowly leaned down, giving you an opportunity to back away or say that this wasn't what you wanted. But it was, it's been something you've wanted for so long.

You closed your eyes, leaning in until you felt his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body, as he kept one hand on your cheek and jaw and the other around your back.

It felt like everything fit perfectly between you two. Your lips moved against one another in sync, and you held onto his strong frame to hold yourself up. The warmth he provided melted away all your worries and left you stunned from the reality of it all.

You pulled away to gasp for air, your mouths still just inches away from each other.

"I'm in love with you too, John B." You whispered, looking up into his beautiful eyes.

He let out a breathy laugh before landing a few kisses on your mouth. "Been dying to hear you say that, sweet girl."

You giggled and wrapped your arms around him to pull him in a tight hug. Right before you pulled him up the stairs to your room..

#john b routledge #john b x reader #outer banks #angst with a happy ending #jj maybank #kiara carrera #pope heyward #john b prompt #john b obx #john b angst #john b fluff #john b x fem!reader #@mirellef2001

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hey so i was wondering if you could do like an angsty fic about john bs sister aka the reader dsting rafe, and then one day she gets into a fight with rafe and he won’t let her leave his house, like keeps her in his room or something. and john b finds out and him and jj help get her out and rafe finds out and is pissed sorry if this is a lot!

pairing. platonic!jj maybank, platonic!brother!john b routledge x fem!reader x rafe cameron requested? yes no

warnings. mentions of getting high/drink, an arugement, description of a fight but pretty much angst to fluff!

summary. when rafe gets high, he gets paranoid about y/n's friendship with barry's friend and traps you in his room. john b and jj come to the rescue.

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You had no idea how you ended up in this mess with Rafe. It started off with a smoke with his friends at the beach and now, it's escalated to Rafe and you arguing in his room.

You were usually the responsible one, always making sure everything is in order and everyone's fine, so how did you end up in this mess? John B was going to kill you when he finds out.

"Rafe, it was nothing, seriously!" You were angry at that point, the entire drive to his house had been him just screaming at you incoherently about cheating?

Rafe was shaking at that point, his eyes were red and you could tell he wasn't sober. That's something you will never learn to love about Rafe; his awful addiction to anything and everything unhealthy.

"I-I saw you Y/N!" He trembled angrily as he pointed an accusatory finger in your face. "With Barry's tall friend, I saw you! You and him obviously knew each oth-"

"From Chemistry, Rafe! We had Honors Chemistry sophomore year, I told you!" You explained but Rafe was just shaking his head.

"I thought you loved me."

You shook your head as you walked towards him, tears brimming in your eyes. "I do."

"Then why did you cheat?" His voice broke. That's when you realized that Rafe wasn't acting; he truly felt like you had cheated.

"I didn't Rafe, you did too many lines and now you're acting all crazy." You tried to explain and Rafe had turned almost immediately when he heard you say the word "crazy."

"Oh, I'm crazy?! Really?" He screamed. You jumped at the sudden yelling and you sat back in the chair as tears started falling from your eyes. He walked away towards the door.

"I'm not letting you out until you apologize." He walked out and closed the door, locking it. You thought he was joking until you had gotten up and tried to open the door.

"Rafe!" You screamed. "Let me out, Rafe! Seriously, this isn't funny! Come on, Rafe!"

After about 10 minutes of being in that room, you were tired. You didn't know how this would end. No one was home; not even Wheezie, she was at a sleepover so you were stuck until Rafe's manic had calmed down. You wanted to call someone but you left your purse in Rafe's car.

You thought you were done for until you heard a van pull up. You looked outside to see the Twinkie and you let out a breath of relief - John B was going to help you get out. Until you realized that Rafe was still home and John B was most likely very angry.

"Shit," you mumbled to yourself.

You saw JJ and John B exit the car and you didn't know how to prevent all of them from getting hurt; you would usually just make sure that all of them weren't near each other or draw the other one away, but how could you do that if you were locked in a room.

You then heard some banging at the door. You prayed to every higher power you knew to make sure all three of them don't get too seriously hurt. You didn't want to spend the rest of this godforsaken night in the ER.

You couldn't really make out anything they were saying downstairs but they were shouting. Then you heard one loud crash and some running upstairs.

You heard the door unlock and your heart jumped. The door revealed JJ and a very angry John B.

"What the hell, Y/N!" John B shouted as he sighed disappointedly. "Stay away from Rafe, I said. He's crazy, I said. He's an actual psychopath who will hurt you, I said. And what did you do-"

Before he could continue, you went up to John B and embraced him tightly. You were crying into his shirt; the fact that you weren't completely sober didn't help either. John B was shocked. He'd never seen you cry so hard in your life. You were usually the one to be the rock.

He held you tightly, putting his head on top of yours as JJ watched sympathetically.

"I love him, John B." You managed to choke out. "I swear, it's just when he's high."

JJ shook his head. "Y/N, he's just not a good guy."

You pulled away from John B, wiping your tears. "What'd you guys do?"

"Just gave him a good punch. He's passed out." JJ responded as Joh B nodded. "Let's get out of here before the beast awakens."

John B hit his arm as warning before getting a small, "Too soon, sorry."

John B put his arm around your shoulders comfortingly as you guys walked to the Twinkie. The drive home was pretty quiet but you got some answers.

John B was calling you and you hadn't answered but that wasn't like you at all and he knew something was wrong. He called it 'brother intuition.'

You didn't care what it was, you were just grateful they came and helped you. You were grateful to have such good friends.

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maybankspov · 1 year

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The Heart Wants What It Wants ♡

Summary: Y/N is John B’s girlfriend and has been for over a year. Her and Jj have a weird relationship, They’ve always cared very deeply for each other, even after all the awkwardness and blunts remarks. But recently Jj’s is starting to see the girl in a way only his best friend should.

Warning: ANGST!! Jealousy, Cheating. Not much else i don’t think :)

Italics: JJ’s POV

The Heart Wants What It Wants

The Pogues had always been a tight nit group ever since they were younger especially Jj and John B. They had been best friends ever since the third grade, you would never see one without the other. They were like brothers growing up together practically living together due to Jj’s family situation. But just like any other friendship there are some times where the don’t see eye to eye, even if it is over a girl.

It all started when John b introduced her to the Poges for the first time. “Guys this is y/n” John b announced as he walked in his own home after picking her up from work on a Saturday afternoon. “The girl I’ve been telling you about, My girlfriend.” Jj looked up and was met with a girl he had never seen before, he’d remember a face as gorgeous as hers. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet all of you. John B never shuts up about you guys “ she says with a massive smirk on her face as she bumps her hip into JB’s. He wraps his arm around the back of her neck and brings her into his chest. “Alright shush you” he says with a huge smile on his face as he lets out a breathy laugh which the rest of the pogues return. Except for one. JJ turned to look at both Kie and Pope hoping to see if he can predict what they’re thinking of this girl however he was met with two admirable faces looking up at the happy couple. They seemed to approve so why was he conflicted over the matter.

That night Jj had spent his time ignoring her, watching her from the sidelines. He watched the way she interacted with each one of his friends. Her and Kie immediately clicked bonding over similar clothing styles and their passion for saving the environment. Her and Pope managed to get along like brother and sister, he never shut up when she was around. Immediately feeling comfortable around the new girl which is weird for him, he’s always been a bit of an introvert. Jj tried to shut out every affectionate interaction her and John B had together. He still didn’t understand why but everytime he’d find his eyes glancing over at the happy couple his chest immediately felt tight.

It’s not like Y/N shut Jj out she just felt odd around him. From the beginning their interactions were limited to small nods when greeting one another, tight lipped smiles whenever they said goodbye. It was awkward and neither one of them truly understood why. John B had told y/n all about Jj and how well they would get along but to his dismay the blonde wouldn’t even look in her direction. She had tried to speak to him that Saturday night when she met them all but it didn’t go the way she thought it would.

“Jj right?” She announced her presence as she took a seat beside him on one of the logs that was situated around the fire, Pope had set up for us. “Yeah” he replied, very bluntly. Anyone from the outside could tell he felt awkward. Like he didn’t know what to say to her. “Wow, I’m glad to be finally meeting the Jj. How are you?” She asked him politely with an adorable smile finding its way onto her face, whilst also turning her body towards his. He shifted his eyes to look at her, he swear he felt his heart beat in his stomach. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous maybe it was the feeling of a brunette headed pogue watching their interaction. “I’m fine” he answered her question with a slight nod of his head. A moment of silence is shared between the two as she looks over at her boyfriend with wide eyes. John B lightly scowled at his best friend confused by his behavior his eyes shifted back to his girlfriend and light shuck his head silently telling her to “leave it “ assuming Jj’s in one of his moods. She lightly pressed her hand against Jj’s shoulder as she stood and made her way over to John B. Jj couldn’t help but feel clarity as she walked away from him, like he could breathe again however a small feeling inside of him longed for her to come back.

One night y/n hadn’t been able to sleep so she unwrapped her boyfriends arms from around her waist and went out to the front porch to smoke. As that usually seemed to calm her down when she felt this way. Unknowing to her, Jj had been feeling the same way. Lying wide awake facing the ceiling, thoughts running his mind and they all had the same common denominator which was indeed, his best friend’s girlfriend. The girl he’s barely spoken a few words to. It turns out great minds think alike as he finds himself walking towards the porch with a freshly rolled blunt in his hand.

The floorboards cracked underneath his feet which caused the attention of the young girl curled up on the couch to look up at the disruption. Jj stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw her sat there, the only thing his mind could comprehend at that moment was how fucking hot she looked smoking a blunt, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt which he recognized was John b’s. “Sorry i don’t know you were out here, i-uh i’ll just go” he quickly turned away planning on walking back inside the chateau and forgetting this ever happened. “Y’know, You don’t have to do that” she said whilst lifting one of her hands up to her face, taking another hit off her blunt. “Do what?” He asked her once he stopped and turned back around. “Leave as soon as you see me.” Jj turned his head towards the girl, to see that her attention was focused on the marsh. His insides feeling torn between walking back inside or sitting beside the girl which he so desperately wanted to do. “What are you looking at?” He asked her. “The water, the way the moon reflects its light on the water is so pretty” she said without moving her eyes from the spot she was fixated on.

Jj’s face immediately relaxed feeling most of his awkwardness slip away as he took a seat next to the girl and began to pull out his blunt from his front pocket. She suddenly clears her throat getting his attention as she offered him hers. “What’s the point in lighting another, save that for another time” she lightly winked at me. Jj swore he felt his heart beat quicken in pace and his face immediately redden. He smiled back at her as he lightly took the blunt from her delicate hand lingering ever so slightly as their fingers brush against each-other. They just sat in silence for the next few minutes sharing a blunt, as she ever so often looked out at the marsh which caused him to do the same thing. She was right. The way the light would reflect off the sky and hit the water was truly beautiful. But not as beautiful as the girl sat beside him. No! This is his best friends girlfriend he shouldn’t think of her in that way but he just couldn’t help it. “I think i owe you a bit of an apology.” Jj began to say, “ya think” she replied. He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction matching the expression of the smiling girl on his side.

“Yeah I- um, i don’t really know what came over me, i- uh, i guess you could just say” Lie Jj. Lie. “I’m not use to John b having a girl round all the time” i said to her as she hung on to my every word. “Like he’s never stuck to one girl before. Usually he just fucks them and forgets them” i tell her honestly.

“Wow, i feel honored” she says back to me which caused a smile to appear on my face. I cant help it. I know i shouldn’t be feeling this way about my best friend’s girlfriend, i mean it’s just wrong. Not to mention I’ve only just met the girl, i don’t even know her that well but there’s something about her. I’ve never felt this way before. And of course it had to be for her if all people. “No i get it, you were we worried about your friend. Don’t worry i won’t break his heart.” She actually thought i’d be happy about that. I mean i-uh guess i am. I don’t wanna hurt John B but i wouldn’t be upset if they summarily harpooned and there weren’t together anymore. “Um yeah i guess” I quietly mumbled which i don’t think she heard. Thank fuck.

We had spent most of the night on the porch smoking, laughing about absolutely nothing. We even managed to move ourselves so we were more relaxed. She had moved so her back was facing the arm rest with a pillow supporting her as she faced me with her legs out situated on top of my lap. I was in a similar position with my hand on her leg. We were so high right now, i don’t think she minded that i was touching her in quite an intimate place. I did know what i was doing, like i knew that if John b were to walk out the front door and see my hands on her leg he would probably beat me up but… in this moment i didn’t really care. It was just me and her.

“Y’know when i first met John B, i low key thought he was quite annoying” she giggled in a slight daze, it was adorable to watch. I smiled at what she just said a bit of hope started to rise in my stomach as i thought the high had given her the courage to tell me if she had any doubts Shoot her and JB’s relationship, which i am all for. Since we finished her blunt, we had decided to use mine. So it’s safe to say we are so fucking high right now. It’s actually made me realize why I’ve been feeling this way, i like this girl. I actually like my best friends girlfriend, all i’ve wanted to do this past month I’ve known her was go up to her, hold her, kiss her but i couldn’t. I had to sit and watch John B do everything i wanted to do. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

“Phh, oh-yeah, he’s always been like that I don’t think he’ll ever stop” i can’t help but subconsciously smile everytime she goes to say something. She opens and shuts her mouth obviously wanting to say something but just doesn’t now how. “Go on, say what you wanna say. You can tell me anything” i leaned forward testing the waters and placing my hand higher up on her leg. I saw her eyes moved down to my hand i actually couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I didn’t know wether she liked the affection i was giving her or if she wanted me to stop. “There’s just something about him. I feel safe around him. Like over the past few months, if anything were to happen like if we saw a bunch of kooks or even if we were just crossing the street. He’d hold onto my hand” she placed her hand on top of mine and leaned forward. I visibly gulped as she came closer to my body. “He’d squeezes it twice” she squeezed my hand twice. Her face felt much closer to mine than it really was but that didn’t stop me from looking down at her lips. Imagining myself kissing her in this moment. All the thoughts surrounding John B and how he would feel if i kissed her went out the window. It was just me and her. No one else. “It was almost like he’s letting me know I’m safe, like I’m loved” After she said that my eyes snap back to meet hers. Her eyes weren’t looking at me she was looking out at the damn marsh again. I don’t like where this is going.

“I think i love him Jj”

“We sat on the beach last night and i told him the same thing i told you, about the way the moon reflects its light on the water and how pretty it looks. After i said what i said, he told me i was prettier than any of that.. I think that was the moment i knew. I love him. So much.”

Jj hasn’t sobered up that quickly in his life. He felt a sudden pressure behind his eyes after hearing her declare her love for his best friend. He could feel his eyes glaze over but he didn’t want her seeing that. “Maybe go tell him that then” Jj said, whilst trying so hard to avoid her ongoing gaze. He had removed his hands so that not one ounce of his body was touching hers. The instant warmth he felt from being so close to her quickly washing away and was replaced with a bitter breeze. “Your right Jj, I’m gunna tell him. Thank u for everything, I enjoyed tonight maybe we can do it again sometime” he sent her the fakest smile he could matter, as well as a small nod when he looked up at her. She had stood up ready to go back to her boyfriend but before she left she reached over and placed her lips on my cheek before heading through the doors of the chateau.

Well, I’m 100% fucked.

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babeydollx · 2 months

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John B Routledge Masterlist

☾ - Smut | ୨୧ - Fluff | ❅ - Angst | ♤ - Dark Content |

୨୧ Imagines ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

୨୧ Series/Parters ୨୧

↳ Friends With Benefits (☾): One | Two

୨୧ Headcannons ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

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mrsalwayswritex · 2 years

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Secrets Out

Gif is not mine but his face gives me tingles 🥰

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing and angst, that's kind of my thing though so nothing new.

Word count: 3.7k

Today was the final straw, Y/N had no issues ever keeping her feelings for John B a secret, she kept her mouth closed and just enjoyed her time with him. Y/N had been hiding the feelings she has had for her best friend a secret since she was 7 and he was 9. The day a 10 year old Rafe Cameron pushed her off the monkey bars into the dirt and called her a dirty pogue for the first time. John B rushed to her side, picked her right up from the ground and wrapped her in a hug as she cried loudly. From that day on, Y/N knew she would follow him to the ends of the earth and jump off with him, all he had to do was ask.

Y/N grew up with John B and JJ Maybank, side by side, literally because Y/N's family lived directly next to the chateau. The duo accepted her into their fold quickly and the trio was inseparable. Watching those boys grow up was hell for Y/N, watching them pine after countless girls, being a shoulder for them when they were rejected. Her affection for the brunette boy grew and grew the older they got, turning into what she knew was love. Y/N was in love with John B Routledge and there was nothing she could do about it.

Tonight was the start of summer parry at the boneyard and Y/N was standing in Kie's bedroom getting dressed. The girls passed a joint back and forth, taking turns pulling things from bags or the closet. "Y/N, can I ask you something?" Kie rolled over on her bed and passed the joint. Y/N nodded her head absentmindedly, pulling a pair of dark denim shorts up her tanned legs. "If you had to pick one of the pogues to marry, who would you pick?"

That got Y/N's full attention as she spun quickly towards the girl. Heart pounding rapidly as her brain immediately conjured the image of John B in her mind, thinking again about how she pictured their lives together. "Earth to Y/N!" Kie waved her hand in the girl's face. "You already got that answer huh? Must have thought about this a lot." Kie laughed and pushed herself off her bed.

Blushing brightly, Y/N hit the joint and blew the smoke in her friend's face. "I would pick you, obviously, those boys suck." She passed the joint back and went back to the closet.

"While you aren't wrong, you're lying but I'll figure it out." Kie winked and threw a sundress to her. "Give me those shorts, wear this and" Kie poked around her closet and pulled out a pair of converse, "put these on."

Once they were both dressed they jumped into Kie's Nissan and off to the boneyard they went. When they got there, it seemed like half of the island was already there, and the sun was beginning to set. Linked arm in arm the girls scanned the beach looking for their friends. Y/N let herself be led by Kiara, still thinking about the question she was asked.

She couldn't stop thinking about the domestic heaven scenario playing on repeat in her head. Thinking about waking up with John B, watching his sleeping form rouse awake and yawning softly, she wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his long arms and hearing him say sweet nothings to her in his sleep coated voice. Sighing contentedly to the daydream was enough to alert her friends that she wasn't paying attention. Y/N hadn't even noticed they had stopped walking until she felt Kie drop her arm. Looking around she saw they had made it across the beach to a bonfire where JJ and Pope were arguing over something and across the fire, John B sat with a pretty blonde touron.

Y/N ignored the pang in her heart as she threw herself into the wide open and flailing arms of JJ. He wrapped his arms around her middle, giving her a brief squeeze before he simply shifted her to one side and handed her his cup, and went right back to arguing with Pope. Y/N smiled warmly at the blond boy but sat silently and drank JJ's beer. Kie chatted with her as she sat comfortably on JJs lap, eyes flickering towards John B often. Seeing him smile warmly at the girl made Y/N’s insides twist but she couldn't look away.

JJ tapped her bare thigh a few times and she stood up, JJ standing right behind her. "Time for a refill, another for anyone else?" He looked between the three of them but his gaze stopped on Y/N as she nodded quickly. "You look damn good tonight, by the way, Y/N." He leaned over and planted a kiss to the top of her head, he lifted his leg over her and stopped at Kie. "You too, pretty girl." He kissed the top of her head as well and then walked towards the keg.

"Look at JB, that blonde is already replaced by a red head. He's not backing down tonight guys." Pope chuckled with a shake of his head, thankfully missing the way your face dropped for half a second before taking a sip from your cup. Kie didn't miss it though, her head whipping back and forth between the two of you.

"Oh my god it's John B isn't it?" Kies slight buzz was making her voice louder.

JJ walked up at that moment, carrying three cups sloshing beer over the top. "What is John B?" He asked as he sat down and motioned for Y/N to take one. "Oh, is it the red head? Sorry Y/N, looks like this isn't your night either." Shrugging and taking a long drink from his cup.

"JJ! Are you kidding me?" Y/N yelled, her face turning red instantly.

Kiara stared at the two of them with her mouth gaping. Pope reached over and closed her mouth, "Just because you didn't see it Kie, doesn't mean it wasn't happening." He laughed at her and Y/N groaned loudly.

"I'm never hanging out with you fucks again." Y/N hid her face in her arm, “Literally, I hate you guys. We’re going to talk about literally anything else right now.” She shook her head, refusing to show her friends the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Taking a drink she smacked JJ’s leg when she realized they were all just staring at her. “I'm serious you guys, I don't want to talk about this here.” Y/N pointed her finger harshly at them all.

Kie just stared at her, “You mean to tell me that you have had a crush on John B this entire time? Y/N, why didn't you tell me?” Kie whisper yelled at Y/N and the girl just held up her hand.

“Kiara, I'm serious, I do not want to talk about this.” Y/N’s lip quivered and JJ immediately grabbed the girl back up into his lap, Kie reaching her hand out towards her friend and Pope putting a hand on her shoulder. “Yes, alright, I am in love with John Booker Routledge and I have been for a many years, no there's nothing at all that I am going to do about it. I am just going to sit here and drink about it, is that alright with you miss nosey?” Y/N stuck her tongue out at her friends and JJ cheered.

“To drinking about problems!” He raised his cup in the air and Y/N joined him with a small laugh. “Y/N/N, I promise that you do not need to tell me twice that you do not want to talk about your feelings, because I for one am all for that.” She playfully smacked his chest, JJ swatting her hand away. “Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, any other day but today is about summer, not about feelings.” Pope raised his cup to that and they crunched their cups together, laughing at the beer spilling off the sides.

Y/N was trying to throw herself into talking with her friends, but it was hard to be distracted when she was facing John B and his red headed friend. She watched John B lean in and kiss the girl softly, his hand cupping her face gently. Y/N couldn't stop the whimper that fell from her lips. JJ tapped her leg again and stood up, "Switch sides guys." Kie and Pope both slid their way down to where JJ and Y/N were sitting, JJ tapping his other leg so she could sit back down with her back to John B. "Don't worry about them, Y/N." He pressed his lips to the side of her head and she curled into him and enjoyed the rest of her night.

The next day when she walked over to the Chateau, hungover and starving, she was instantly nauseous when she saw a mop of red hair bouncing around in the kitchen. Her feet wouldn't move from her spot on the porch, lip already quivering when she heard the girl laugh. Y/N told her feet to move, to turn around and go home. She didn't want to see this, her feelings simmering at the top after her confession last night, but she couldn't move. "Y/N!" She heard her voice being called but she couldn't respond, couldn't turn towards the voice, she had caught a glimpse of John B lifting the girl onto the counter and her giggles following soon after. "Y/N!!" JJ's body collided with hers as he dragged her from the porch. "Come on, let's go." JJ wrapped his arm around her and she couldn't stop the tears falling.

JJ half carried his best friend to the hammock by the water, sitting side by side. Y/N sniffled slightly and reached into her bra, pulling out a joint and lighter. "I'm sorry J, I know you aren't a fan of the whole feelings thing." She chuckled as she brought the joint shakily to her lips. "I don't know what's wrong with me, it's never been a problem before so why now?" Y/N shook her head and more wet streaks stained her face.

JJ reached over and snatched the joint from her lips and lit it himself. "Y/N/N, just because I don't like to talk about it doesn't mean I don't care." He handed it back to her, blowing the smoke in her face to make her smile. "I'm here for you, babe."

Y/N laughed, taking the joint from his fingers, "No, J, you're here for the weed." Sticking her tongue out at him, he playfully smacked at her thigh. "But as long as you're here I'm happy." They swung together for a while, laying in the sun and passing the joint back and forth in silence. Y/N was nearly asleep when the sound of the screen door slamming shut woke her up.

"Hey Y/N/N, when did you get here?" John B's voice was bright and cheery, which made Y/N's heart clench.

Sitting up and stretching her arms above her head, JJ grumbled in protest as he fell over. "I don't even know what time it is now, JB. I came over and saw your conquest in the kitchen." She spat at him, rolling her eyes. JJ sat up and watched the two carefully.

"Her name is Lauren." John B snapped back. "What's wrong with you today?" He reached out to her and she pulled away quickly. John B pulled his hand back like he had been burned. "Y/N? What's your problem with Lauren? Do you even know her?"

She scoffed and stood up. "No, JB, but I know you. And there's always going to be another one isn't there?" JJ stood up and grabbed at her arm but she pulled it away from him too. "Thank you for hanging out with me J, but I think I'm gonna just head home." She waved off any more conversation and walked towards her house.

John B looked after her and shook his head. "What the hell was that all about?" JJ chuckled dryly and started walking towards the chateau.

"You're fucking clueless, man."

Once the boys were back inside, John B started telling JJ about his fun night with Lauren, JJ holding a scowl on his face the whole time until he heard the front door open. "Y/N?" He called out but the female voice that responded wasn't hers.

"It's us, guys!" Kie shouted through the house.

"Kitchen!" John B hollered back, giving JJ a weird look.

When Kie and Pope came through the doorway John B stared at them. "Do either of you know what happened with Y/N? She's mad at me I think?"

Kie rolled her eyes and John B pointed at her. "That's what she kept doing! What do you know, Kiara?" He moved closer to her and she stood her ground, crossing her arms. "All I know is yesterday everything was fine and now she won't even talk to me, I miss my best friend." John B plopped himself onto a bar stool and pouted.

JJ shook his head at Kie, willing her to keep her mouth closed. JJ had kept Y/N's secret to himself for years and now that Kiara knew, there was no way it was going to be a secret much longer. She rolled her eyes at JJ and put both hands on the counter. "Can you really not see it, JB? You honestly can't tell me what would be her problem? Watching you bring home countless girls and parading them around?" She scoffed and crossed her arms again. "You can't be that dense."

"Kie, stop." JJ warned, raising his finger at her, Pope put his hands on Kie's shoulders and tried to pull her back but she shook him off.

John B looked between his friends and stood up. "What are you guys hiding?" He looked right at Kie and she stared at him.

"I'm serious, Kiara, don't." JJ spoke softly, "please."

"Kie, don't." Pope added, shaking his head. "She won't forgive you for this." He whispered to her, hoping his friend didn't hear. One look told him he was wrong.

John B crossed his arms over his chest. "Someone better tell me what the hell is going on with Y/N, right now."

"SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU IDIOT!" Kie shouted and JJ smacked the counter, running his hands through his hair. Pope threw his hands in the air and they landed on his hips.

"Jesus christ Kiara." JJ grumbled, pushing open the screen door and taking off towards Y/N's house, John B quick on his heels only to be stopped by Pope standing in his way.

"I'm sorry brother but you need to stop. This isn't something you were supposed to find out, you can't go running off without a plan." Pope had both hands on John B's shoulders.

He shoved his friends hands from his shoulders and tried to step past him. "Are you serious? Are you freaking serious right now? I'm not supposed to do anything about this?" John B shoved his hands in Kie's direction, the girl standing wide eyed off to the side. "She just threw a grenade into my life, Pope, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

Still blocking the doorway with his arms extended like he was approaching a wild animal, "you need to think about this, you know that this grenade didn't just go off in your life man." John B sat down for a second before standing back up.

"I have to talk to Y/N."

JJ ran as fast as he could across the yards to Y/N's house, pounding furiously on her door. Y/N flung the door open quickly, "JJ? What the hell? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is everyone okay?" She fired off questions rapidly, seeing her best friend's frantic face.

"Kiara told John B."

Those words stopped her heart and her hand flew to her mouth. Rushing back inside she tried to slam the door but JJ stuck his foot in the way. "JJ, please, I really need to be alone right now." Her voice cracked and JJ could see the tremble in her chin. "Please." Once he saw the first wet streak appear on her cheek, he pushed forward through the door and wrapped the girl in his arms, closing the door behind him with a click. She fought him weakly before collapsing against him.

"I'm not going to leave you." He shushed the girl as she began to hiccup while she sniffled. He ran his hand over her hair and held her tightly. A soft knock on the door made Y/N freeze in his arms. She shook her head quickly, JJ reaching forward and turning the knob slowly.

"Y/N?" John B's voice floated through the doorway and she tried to pull away but JJ only held her tighter. John B stepped through the door, hearing her sniffle and JJ shushing her softly. "Y/N, can we talk?" He reached out for her but JJ pulled them back. He looked at the girl who whimpered and nodded her head.

"Let's sit you down." John B had never seen JJ speak so softly to anyone but Y/N in his life. Next to himself, JJ needed Y/N in his life, she was his best friend. She was John B's best friend too, which is what made this conversation so hard for him. "Do you want me to leave?" JJ asked the girl and she shook her head, her eyes wide and wet with tears. "Alright, I'll stay for this extremely not awkward conversation that has nothing to do with me." He chuckled dryly, looking between the two, who weren't looking at him at all, rather they were both staring at each other.

After a few minutes of nothing but sniffling from both Y/N and John B, he finally spoke. "Is it true?" He asked softly. "Or were they all lying to me? I need to hear it from you."

Y/N wiped her nose on her sleeve before shaking her head. "No.. they weren't lying." She closed her eyes and took a deep and shaky breath. "I do, I do love you." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks and JJ rubbed his hand on her arm. "But I didn't want you to find out like that." She hiccuped and chuckled. "I didn't want you to find out at all, actually." She wouldn't look at him, so instead she played with the bracelets that were on JJ's wrist.

"You don't seem surprised by this, J." John B looked to his friend who shrugged his shoulders.

"We're kindred spirits, Y/N and I." JJ murmured, "both of us are in love with someone who doesn't know the truth."

"Kie?" John B asked, his face softened for his friend who nodded his head.

"Not here to talk about me, dude." JJ reminded John B, who sighed.

"Y/N, listen, you know how much you mean to me, and you know-" John B scrubbed a hand over his face, stopping abruptly when she cut him off.

"Please, JB, don't say it." Her chin quivered and she closed her eyes. "I know you don't love me, I didn't expect you to, but please just," she viciously wiped her face, watery eyes focused on the ceiling, JJ rubbing her knee. "Don't make me have to hear you say it." Her voice cracked and John B's heart broke.

He reached for her and this time she let him take her hand. "Look at me Y/N." She sniffled and raised her eyes to his. "You're my best friend, okay? Nothing in the world is ever going to change that." His own voice wavered, "I promise you that." He gave her hand a squeeze and she closed her eyes, her body deflating against JJ. "And I am so fucking sorry." He dropped her hand and stood up and left without another word.

JJ held Y/N tighter as she let out a sob when the door clicked closed. "I'm sorry Y/N." JJ whispered softly, "I'm so sorry." He rocked with her as she cried.

"I didn't want him to say it, but I hoped he would say something else." She whispered softly against JJ's chest as he rocked her. "You know I can't stay here right?" Y/N didn't look at him but she felt him sigh.

"I knew you were going to say that." His own voice was straining, the thought of being apart from any of his friends was heartbreaking for him, let alone being away from Y/N. John B was his brother but Y/N was his best friend. "Is there anything I can say to change your mind?"

Y/N shook her head sadly, nuzzling closer to his chest.

The next day, JJ woke in the hammock at the chateau after a long night of tears. His head was pounding and he could feel the anger pulsing through him when he heard John B's voice shouting for him. "What the fuck is this about JJ?" John B shouted, waving a letter in his hand.

"Exactly what it says man."

He looked at the blond boy and then at the letter in his hand.

John Booker,

I know this is what I asked you for, I didn't want you to say the words that would break my heart but when you left, it didn't just break, it shattered. I'm in love with you John Booker Routledge, I think I always have been and I'm sure I always will have love for you. I can't be around right now, and I hope that JJ actually delivers this letter because he's telling me that he refuses. I'll be staying on the mainland for a while, but I'll miss you and everyone else. I hope you understand JB. I love you.

-Y/N

"She's really gone?" John B ran a hand through his hair, looking towards her house, like he was going to see her walking towards them like always. She wasn't there. She wouldn't be there for a long time.

JJ nodded his head and closed his eyes to the rising sun. "She's really gone, dropped her off myself." John B dropped in the grass in front of the hammock and pulled out a joint. "Smoke one for her good luck?"

"She did say that I was only here for the weed." JJ shrugged his shoulders and passed his friend a lighter and they watched the sun shimmer across the water in silence.

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my sweet boy ⟶ rafe cameron x gn!reader

REQUEST: "Hi I love your writing !! I was wondering if you could do an obx imagine where the reader is on her period and Rafe takes care of her and it’s just super fluffy 🥺 thank you 💗"

A/N: ofc anon!! sorry for such the late response :(

SUMMARY: rafe taking care of you on your period

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, mentions of periods, mentions of pain medications, swearing

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

(gn = gender neutral) not edited!!

lower case intended

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AS the bright early sun rolls into outerbanks, you feel your boyfriends soft breathing underneath your head. his chest slowly rising and falling every couple of seconds.

you groggily roll over and rub your eyes before snuggling your face into the blanket and trying to go back to sleep. as you start to doze off you get a weird pit in the bottom of your stomach. your eyes widen and you sit up straight wihtout waking rafe up.

you slide out of bed and feel the blood leaking out of your uterus drop. you gulp and pull back the blanket, noticing a partially dry yet still damp blood spot on your boyfriends light grey bedsheets.

"fuck!" you whisper shout, before grabbing a tampon and new underwear before walking towards his bathroom. as you go to close the door you slightly trip on the air, as one does in the morning, and loudly slam the door behind you, causing rafe to jump up out of his sleep. you, not realizing you awoke your boyfriend, continues to try to clean yourself up.

"baby?" you hear rafe yawn before gently knocking on the door, "you okay?" you let out a frustrated sigh as your flow is super heavy and just everywhere on you.

"im fine." you let out sharply, continuing to clean yourself before your cramps hit you right in the lower abdomen, "shit."

"is it okay if i come in?" he asks softly, leaning against the door and resting his ear against the wood. you give up and sigh, lowering your head in defeat, "yes." rafe opens the door quietly, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he sees you covered in blood and crouched over in pain.

"you okay, baby?" he groggily asks, rubbing his left eye with his knuckle before stepping over to you and placing a kiss to your forehead.

"no," you sigh, "i woke up with my period and it decided to be really heavy today. im covered in blood and my cramps are killing me and i just feel like absolute death."

he shakes his head jokingly and runs his hand through your hair, "it's okay. i can wash the sheets and get the blood out. why dont you get in a hot bath?" you nod and stare at the floor.

"baby, im not mad about the bed sheets. i promise, just try to relax, okay?" he asks gently, kneeling in front of you and placing his hand on your knee and squeezing softly.

"come on," he says tiredly, grabbing some of your leftover period wipes and setting them beside you on the counter before gently grabbing the sides of your panties and pj shorts and sliding them off your legs.

"clean yourself up as much as you can and i will be right back." he steps out of the bathroom and digs through your purse, looking for your pain meds and a bottle of water before walking back in towards you.

"here, baby." he smiles, kissing the top of your head before stepping out again. you take two of the pain meds and clean yourself up before standing up and flushing. rafe comes back in with your phone, playing a playlist of your favorite songs. he sets your phone down and gently grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and setting it on the sink.

he starts the water for you, checks the temperature, and reaches his hand out to help you step into the bathtub. "okay. im going to take the sheets and your bloody clothes down and start them in the wash. i will be right back, okay?" you smile and nod before he grabs your shirt and walks out.

as you lay in the hot water with your eyes closed, you start to doze off, the fatigue hitting you quite quickly. rafe shuffles back in with a towel and some new fresh clothes, his to be exact. "okay, love, i brought you one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers that are loose on the stomach so they wont hurt your stomach more."

you smile with your eyes closed and blow him a kiss, "thank you, baby." he smiles back at you and walks out doing god knows what. 15 minutes later, he stumbles in.

"you done, baby?" he asks while he grabs the fresh towel and unfolds it. you nod and stand up, carefully stepping out of the tub before letting it drain. he holds out the towel before gently wrapping it around you. he dries you off completely, squeezing the water out of your hair. he hands you a tampon and a panty liner so you don't leak and leaves you to it by turning around and facing the wall.

"you dont have to look away, baby." you chuckle as you grab the boxers and put the panty liner on before using the tampon. "i know, i just didn't want to make you uncomfortable." you softly laugh before poking his back. "im all done, can you hand me your boxers?"

he grabs his boxers and turns around before softly lifting one leg up at a time and sliding the boxers onto your legs. he grabs your hands and helps you stand up before he reaches down and grabs the hem of his boxers, pulling them up for you. he grabs his shirt, which is oversized on you, and slides it over your head and gently puts your arms through.

he grabs your brush off his counter and brushes out your hair. as he stands infront of you, he quickly leans down and pecks your nose, every couple of seconds while he finishes brushing your hair.

"'okay, baby. i have a heating pad plugged in for you, chocolate, i didn't know which kind so i brought up all three, and i have the tv ready for whatever you wanna watch." you smile brightly, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and passionately kissing him.

"i fucking love you." you whisper, face inches from his.

"well, i love you too, baby." he leans in for another kiss and pecks your nose before grabbing your phone, pausing your music and lacing his hand in yours and carefully dragging you out of the bathroom.

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