#oh i stayed up last night late too but in my defense who tf though it was a good idea to start playing a family game of monopoly at 8

[calico-kiwi]

me: *spends a little less than a month going to bed pretty early so they can wake up in time to catch streams* my sleep schedule is being fixed! i am no longer a total degenerate!

me: *didn't go to bed till roughly 6 in the morning two days ago, midnight yesterday, and is currently up at 1:20 a.m.* I can feel myself turning back into me from a year ago.

[obxfics]

puppybowl sunday

summary: you spend the day cuddled up watching the puppy bowl

pairing: john b x reader x jj

word count: 1654

a/n: i got inspiration watching the puppy bowl so... here we are lol also when tf is season 2 coming i want more motivation to write and shit please anyways enjoy (also this could technically belong to the “you against the world” universe but also... idk where it would fit lmao so if you want to imagine it like that have at it)

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john b groaned as something woke him up. he had been deep in sleep, something he appreciated considering how many late night grocery or food runs he had to do for the residents of figure eight, when he felt someone shift as they laughed. he blearily opened his eyes to see you, sitting up with your back against his headboard and one of his arms flung across your waist, frozen with your hand clapped over your mouth. obviously you hadn't been meaning to laugh that hard.

"what are you doin' up so early?" he rasped, his voice kinda scratchy from sleep.

you smiled down at him and ran a hand through his thick hair, giggling when your fingers got all tangled up in it. "hon, it's two in the afternoon."

he lifted his head real quick and pouted when he saw that jj wasn't included in the cuddle pile. "shit, did i miss jj going off to work?"

"mhm. don't worry, though, i got some food into him and made sure he was wearing his mask. also put the fear of god into him if he didn't wash his hands throughout the day."

john b breathed out a laugh as he imagined you yelling at jj to stay safe at work. almost a year into the pandemic, and jj and john b had spent the whole time quaranting in the chateau to the best of their ability. it had been months since they had seen kie or pope in person for longer than a few minutes, and usually that was only when john b pulled up to the wreck to pick up delivery orders or when jj and john b helped pope's dad with grocery deliveries. at the beginning of everything, you had been spending quarantine with your boys since school was all online and your parents' restaurant was closed. a month or so in, however, regulations had been lifted and the people of figure eight all but demanded for them to reopen, and so you went back home to help your parents with the restaurant and to keep jj and john b safe from anything you could have possibly brought back to them.

you had practically locked them in the chateau, leaving them threatening voicemails if they even thought about going out, but as two months turned into three turned into four turned into five, you realized that the boys needed their jobs as there seemed no end in sight to the pandemic. so jj returned to his job at the country club, and john b got a job busing tables at your family's restaurant. you moved back in to quarantine with them as school started, and you spent practically your whole savings on getting a backup generator and high speed wifi for the chateau so if anything happened, you all would be good. and, despite living through a worldwide panda express, you were quite happy.

beside you, john b shifted his head to rest on your lap so he could see what you were watching on your laptop that had you laughing so hard. a smile grew on his face when he saw the puppies running around on the "football field" and jumping all over the "ref." he looked up at you and felt his chest blossom with warmth at the way you smiled at the puppies and giggled when they flopped over.

"did you really wake me up watching the puppy bowl?"

"hush up," you laughed, "it's a tradition, and you know it. 'sides, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying this as much as i am. i've seen how you and jj get with dogs. y'all may love them more than you love me."

"aw, honey, that's not true," john b cooed. "you know how much we love you. obviously i love you more since i didn't go to work during the puppy bowl, but you know, that's to be expected."

you shook your head and lightly swatted at his stomach. you knew he wasn't being serious. john b loved jj just as much as he loved you, and the feeling was mutual from jj. the three of you had a good thing going, a relationship full of understanding and compassion, and it had taken y'all a long time to get there. you all had things to work through, like jj's daddy issues, john b's abandonment issues, and your trauma from your previous relationship with rafe cameron, but you had gotten through it together, and this quarantine had actually brought y’all closer together which had surprised everyone.

“jj’s gonna be sad that he missed it,” you sighed.

“we’ll just rewatch it with him,” john b assured you. “and we can watch the old ones too.”

there was shuffling as the both of you wriggled around to get into a more comfortable position. at one point the two of you had to lunge to catch the laptop from falling to the floor, but eventually you settled in with john b curled around you and the blankets and pillows providing a sort of nest and elevated stand for the laptop. the room was filled with the soft sounds of puppy barks and whines, and your giggles when one of the dogs did something particularly cute, and john b let out a quiet sigh as he allowed himself to relax against you.

“i think we should get a dog,” you mumbled sleepily as john b clicked on last year’s broadcast. “we can add another cutie to our cuddle pile.”

there was some incoherent whining on your part before you dozed off in his arms. he did his best to focus on the puppies on the screen, but soon he too fell asleep with his face buried in the crook of your neck. that was how jj found you two when he stumbled into the room later that night as he yanked his tie from his neck. he stilled in the doorway, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he saw the two people he loved most in the world all snuggled up together. and then he saw what was pulled up on the laptop.

“oh you assholes!”

the both of you jolted awake, your hand smacking john b in the face as you moved to make sure the laptop wouldn’t fall off the bed. john b rubbed at his eyes and turned to blink up at jj.

“hey, how was work, babe?”

jj shook his head as you rolled over and made grabby hands, obviously asking for cuddles. he put his hands on his hips and frowned down at the pair of you.

“i cannot believe y’all are watching the puppy bowl without me.”

“um... in my defense,” john b started, “they were already watching when i woke up.”

“dude!” you turned your head to scowl at your boyfriend. “jj, baby, come cuddle with us, and we can turn it back on.”

as he kicked his shoes off and rifled around the dresser for comfy clothes, jj shook his head. john b let out a laugh when he realized what he was getting at.

“no can do, babe,” jj told you, smirking at john b as he let his work shirt slide off his shoulders. “the superbowl starts soon, and we’re watching it.”

you fell back on the bed and let out a loud groan. you had been hoping the boys would be too tired to watch the football game. you lifted yourself up on your elbows and glared at the two of them.

“i am legitimately only watching your stupid sportsball for the weeknd. after that i will be passing the fuck out.”

jj laughed and wrapped his arms around you as he flopped down between you and john b. you couldn’t keep your glare on your face when you felt your cheek hit his bare chest. you had missed him all day. there were a few laughs and giggled--and a couples groans of pain--as the three of you got all comfortable on the queen sized bed. finally you and john b sandwiched jj, john b spooning the blonde boy as you nestled in within the warmth of jj’s arms.

“don’t he kiss his kid on the mouth?” you mumbled as one of the players ran out on the field.

a wheeze left jj’s chest as john b shouted his laugh out, causing you to smirk. you had absolutely no clue as to what was happening in the game, or even had any idea as to who the teams were, because like you told the boys, you were only watching for the weeknd concert, and you were getting more and more anxious waiting for it.

“wait, i thought both teams were supposed to be good. why does one team already have like three touchdowns and the other doesn’t have any?”

“honey,” john b said, attempting to hold in his laugh, “just watch and enjoy the game.”

you rolled your eyes, making jj smile fondly. “hon, how am i supposed to enjoy a game i don’t even understand?”

“do you want us to explain?” jj offered sweetly.

“absolutely not. i appreciate it, baby, but i’m too pretty for that.”

jj snickered and pressed a kiss into your hair. “of course you are, babe.”

you nuzzled your nose against his collarbone and tugged your hand from between the boys to gently scratch at john b’s scalp. a hum rumbled deep within the brunette’s chest at the action.

“i love y’all,” you whispered into jj’s skin. “even if y’all make me watch football.”

“well we love you too,” jj returned with a kiss to your cheek and john b’s arm.

“even if you make us watch the weeknd,” john b teased.

“hey! you better appreciate abel or i swear i’m moving out!”

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[sadthoughtsforaloser]

June 23, 2017

I have no one to talk to :(

Summary: Peter and his friends got kicked out of their apartment and need a place to stay. Theyre staying at Priscilla’s, Loren’s and Jinny’s house. 

Is it wrong that I feel super jealous? This feeling has been with me since he first suggested the idea of moving in with Jinny. But as the move in date comes closer, the jealousy got stronger. He officially moved in today. I was not okay with this from the start because I don’t want my boyfriend to be living with girls. Period. But I feel like I don’t have the right to say anything because they really have no where to live. and John isn’t really looking for houses right now. (I knew it. No one was doing shit to look for houses.) Also, they are broke. 

PAST: 

Peter said he had the worst roll of his life with me. A couple days later, he rolls with Cynthia and drunk Jinny and claims he had the best roll of his life. That does not make me feel good about myself at all. He bragged to me about making out with them the whole time on Andy’s bed and he didn’t even know he got a hickey. He was going to pick up Cynthia as his little, too. I had to stop rolling with Peter for a long time and I stopped giving hickeys to him.  

There was also a phase where I suggested Peter to spank me with a spatula. It was a sexual thing that I suggested for us. We did it quite often that time and he would say “I gotta tenderize this meat.” One night, Peter goes to Jinny’s house. I had to find out through a mutual friend’s snapchat that he did the same thing to another girl, Priscilla, Jinny’s roommate. He said the same thing while smiling while all of his friends were recording him. “I gotta tenderize this meat!” Then he proceeds to rub the paddle part of the spatula around her ass cheeks. Then he spanks her. The next video on snapchat comes up. Same thing.  I guess the first time wasn’t enough for Peter. And Yes Priscilla has a really big butt. And this was the time when I hated Jinny, too. So great, another girl I have to hate at that damn house. When I asked him what he did at the party, he said nothing about spanking Priscilla’s ass. I had to ask him 3 times before he admitted to it. but in his stupid “defense” he says that its no big deal. But he clearly knows its a big deal to me, because we established that if anything happens, small or big, we should let each other know. He agreed to it too. From then on, I don’t like being spanked by a spatula.

Every time Peter went to Jinny’s house during the time I hated her, he would say “Oh I’m going to visit Loren and go to her house” etc. Like, I’m not fucking retarded. Jinny’s there too. Whatever. I didn’t even know who this Priscilla girl was either. This was the same for Cynthia as well. He claims that “oh no, I avoid her as much as possible. I don’t even talk to her.” UUUGGGHHHH. fucking liar. She’s over all the time and smokes his weed, too. He says that Cynthia is very much like him. Whatever the fuck that means. He even lied to me about going to her birthday party dinner. Fuck him. 

Great, now Peter is moving in that house. Today, after my interview, I come over. I get super anti social because I’m really shy, especially around his friends for some reason. I felt super unwelcome too. I feel like no one wanted to talk to me at all. I felt like I wasted my time hanging out with them today. We took a while at Costco waiting for food. And Lowe’s took a while, too. Peter didn’t seem to acknowledge me a lot either. This was a waste of 3 hours. I could’ve just went straight home and chilled and clean up the rest of my house or something.

Today is the last BBG sleepover, but it got cancelled. So i ask Peter if  I can spend the last day sleeping over at his place instead. He said yes, but they’ll be sleeping at Jinny’s house. And he did say he wants to turn tf up and roll or something. I feel so uncomfortable and I don’t trust him right now. And since Kevin and Andy are sleeping there too, I don’t want to feel left out or being awkward either like today. So I just declined. I know I won’t have fun there. I’m socially awkward and no one likes me enough to be my friend. 

He didn’t respond to me. At this point I have really bad imagination. What if he’s cheating behind my back? His friends won’t even tell me anything for sure, because they have major bro-code. I feel like him moving in with Jinny will make me love him less. I already love him less just typing all of this. They are the type to party a lot too. So I won’t know anything. I cannot stop crying. My face is sticky with my tears and snot. I feel so fucking stressed. I probably should’ve not jumped into a relationship after JT. I wish I was strong enough to be on my own. 

At this point, I just want to find another boyfriend. A good one though. A boyfriend that won’t hurt me so I won’t hurt him as well. Someone that I won’t have to constantly argue. Maybe its just really late and I’m letting my emotions take over. Maybe its the Nexoplanon. I really don’t know. But I feel a lot of pain and sorrow still. 

My life isn’t going to way the I want it to be. But then again, I don’t even know what I want my life to be like. I should probably cry myself to sleep now. Goodnight Tumblr. </3 

haha I can’t believe how fast time flew. 11pm -1:24pm LOLOL.