#reply: john b

[unitcd]

 If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches. - Kiara to John B

𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮

There's a soft chuckle. "I hate to break it to you, Kie. . . There are separate prisons for men and women." He states. "So, I'm not exactly sure how that would work. Cute idea, though, but isn't JJ already your bitch?" A smirk plays upon full lips. "Nice try, though. I like the thought process behind it."

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Taking her hand gingerly, he pumps some soap into his hand and he'll begin to wash it as gently as possible. "Parents being hard on you again?" He questions, mostly glad because he doesn't have any parental figures around to tell him what to do. . . He did miss his father, though. It was tough.

"You're not taking up room or disappointing people, Kie. And if anyone ever tells you that you are, then they're going to have to answer to me." He dries her hand, trying to be as sensitive to her pain as possible. "Everyone here loves you, Kie. You have us, me and JJ and Pope. You're never in our way, we always want you here, I promise. . . And even if I make a stupid comment every once in a while, it's not about you." John B just gets a little angsty at times.

She knew the painkillers would help with the hand, but the pain that was really the issue couldn't be solved with painkillers.

At his question, she just held out her hand to him, she wasn't sure she could do it, and if he spoke as he washed it, maybe he could distract her.

When he continued, she slowly turned her head to face him. "Mostly at home I guess." She breathed. It was hard to explain. She knew the others didn't exactly have good home lives either, and so to complain about it felt somewhat selfish. "I guess... in general though." She added. After all, what was happening at home, was leaking into everything she did, everything she said.

"I feel like I am just..... in the way, taking up room... disappointing everyone." She breathed.

[bankslov]

" i can't do this.. i can't be pregnant.." she says as she paces the room, panicking. * open to anyone. * tags: @indiestarter

[dutchs-paisley-vest]

number 15!

(RDR ask game)

"Favorite side mission or stranger interaction?"

I have an incredibly hard time picking favourites, but some of the side missions/stranger interactions that stand out to me the most at the moment are:

Do Not Seek Absolution

Of Men and Angels

The Artist's Way

A Bright Bouncing Boy

The Veteran

and then the one that you can only play as John,

The American Inferno, Burnt Out

I like a lot of these narratively, but also others because they provide us with subtle insight into Arthur's regular life and some of his more mundane thoughts and feelings; it shows us a window into the things he finds intriguing or is otherwise entertained by.

I enjoy "Do Not Seek Absolution" and "Of Men and Angels" particularly on high honour runs, because they show how Arthur's view of himself is changing as he begins to reflect on his place in the world and the impact he has had on others.

On the other hand, "The Artist's Way," "A Bright Bouncing Boy," and "The Veteran" are all missions that I believe show sides to Arthur that we often don't get to see in the ongoing story.

I think that Arthur's entertainment with the squabbles of rich folk gawking and clutching their pearls over the sexual themes in Chatenay's art is not only a nice comedic break from the late-game events but also shows us something about Arthur that we hear about but don't necessarily get to see for ourselves. The same goes for Arthur's absolute fascination with the toy boat in "A Bright Bouncing Boy." I always say it's easy to see the young boy in him, robbed of his childhood if only you knew where to look. This mission was so endearing to me because he likely never got to experience such excitement and wonder over seemingly "childish" things even as a child since he was barely a teenager when he was first taken in by Dutch and Hosea.

I know that the "Oh, it's a toy boat!" line got turned into a meme over on TikTok, but I really think this mission shows us what Arthur is like as a person, and not Dutch's working dog. I can't help but feel Arthur's excitement when he exclaims "Hey, it's doing what I'm telling it!" He should have gotten to experience wonderment more often. He could have been such a gentle soul in another life.

Finally, Hamish. I think that Arthur sincerely cherished his friendship with Hamish. He seems to be the type of person who values authenticity and closeness without the strange social expectations that come along with a particular kind of vulnerability, not to say he doesn't value vulnerability, but that it more so has a particular time and place. He can evade truthful retellings of his life (for safety or personal reasons) without being prodded and walked over all the while still having a genuine heart-to-heart with him. Hamish's attitude and social manner complement Arthur, and if I may assume, he feels mighty neighbourly toward him. I think it's a very subtle, yet key understanding of my grasp on Arthur's view on companionship outside the gang. I would also give anything to know what he and Arthur discussed at the beginning of "The Veteran - III" during the fade to black before they go hunting; I'd like to think Arthur opened up to him about a lot of his guilts and trepidations, especially where these missions are placed in the timeline of the game. (Plus, I think how Arthur talks to Buell in "The Veteran - I" is adorable.)

I won't keep rambling on, but I think it's probably pretty self-explanatory why I liked "The American Inferno, Burnt Out" with John. It felt… fitting. I desperately want to know what exactly John was thinking between every visit to Evelyn.

[unitcd]

@roguexpogue liked.

"Oh shit, it's a RAT!" He yanks his hand back from the cooler. "A rat in the cooler?! No way." He's buzzed, but he's not drunk. How the hell did a rat get in there?

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"Take the Twinkie, okay, I'll do that. Taking Sarah might not be the best idea if Shoupe is out on patrol, though, and you know someone's gonna call him on me once they see my white ass and mistake it for the moon for a second." John B laughs as he strips his shirt off first, tossing it to the side. "Maybe I should take the clothes with me just in case he shows up. I know the last thing he'd want to see is me getting out of the Twinkie without any clothes on."

A soft huff escaped Kiara's lips, partly in surprise by his answer. She would've guessed he wouldn't have accepted, but if he was anything like her John B, she shouldn't have been. Amusement is clearly evident on her features, the way her eyes sparkled. It made her forget everything that had transpired those last few moments. A hearty chuckle fell from her lips, "I figured," she mumbled. Since she was missing that part of the anatomy, she could only assume it would be insanely uncomfortable with everything loose. "Fine...fine. That's fair. Strip naked, take the twinkie. Sarah can go with you," she suggested, but then quickly added, "Keep it pg-13 yeah?" she giggled. Now, having too much fun with the teasing.

[faetch]

regina thinks john b's hair looks sexy pushed back @lcstinfantasy

[ofcrxwns]

closed starter for @cfthesoul

"Oh, come on, don't be lame!" Kiara couldn't help but laugh, shakling her head as she took another hit from the joint in her hand, passing it back to them.

[sillysymbol]

you’ve made me cCRAZY i can’t stop thinking abt the circle gets the square johns

i am so sorry. i literally forgot I made them

[unitcd]

"It's fine, just stings a little." He replies, he'll get over it in ten seconds. Plus, the stinging didn't hurt as much as the beat down, so if he lived through that, he'll be fine.

"Thanks, Bailey." He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck and nods his head. "More JJ than me." He comments. "But yeah, okay - - - goodies, you say?" John B can't help but perk up at that. "What KIND of goodies?"

She has to patch both of them up ; okay cool. She can do that. Though she shifts through the box to make sure she has enough for this. She watches him hiss and she sighs. ❝ Sorry.❞ she tells him.

❝ I'll do that after I take care of you two. I'll go tonight. Odds are you guys may need something for pain, swelling, and I'll be nice and see if I can't get you guys some goodies too. ❞ she doesn't specify what kind and it's probably for the best.

[bankslov]

'' what are you doing here? i told you i didn't want to see you, you made your choice..'' @indiestarter ( open to anyone.)

[unitcd]

@roguexpogue liked this 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵

"I know it's messed up that I keep thinking this, but what if I turn out like my dad? The last thing I want it to turn into my dad, man. . . Leaving his family behind in search of treasure. I'm lucky as fuck that I have Sarah that tolerates me in the first place, you know? What if I start to act like him? I don't act like him, right?"

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

rafe having no boundaries and grabbing his girlfriend's ass in front of family during a family trip

A little Rafe and Sarah being siblings

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‘’Can you not do that here?’’ Sarah grimaced after Rafe wandered in and smacked your ass on his way to the fridge. ‘’We’re cooking. That’s gross.’’ 

You and Sarah had woken up earlier than everyone else and decided to whip some pancake batter. They were coming along nicely, slowly piling up on a plate.

Rafe rolled his eyes in response and leaned against the kitchen counter. ‘’Chill out, Sarah. I’m just saying ‘good morning’ to my girl.’’

Sarah scoffed, giving him a glare as you flipped out the pancake in the pan. ‘’Well, keep your 'good mornings' to yourself until after breakfast and when I’m not around, alright? I’ve seen and heard enough things I didn’t want to.’’ 

Your cheeks turned red and you kept your eyes on the pan, embarrassed as memories of Sarah catching you topless in their pool and all the times she heard you through the walls of Tannyhill before Rafe got his own place. You’ll never apologize to her enough. 

‘’Stop acting like a prude. I’ve heard you on the phone with that pogue you’re seeing. Ahh, John B., I wish your fingers were inside me. I’m so close, I need to—’’ 

Sarah grabbed a blueberry and threw it at her brother, her face burning hot at his mockery. If eyes could kill, Rafe would be a dead man. She looked murderous. 

Rafe smirked, unfazed by the blueberry that was thrown his way. He crossed his arms crossed over his broad chest, and his blue eyes flickered with amusement. ‘’These walls are old. Did you think I couldn’t hear you?’’ 

To avoid a Sarah vs Rafe duel from happening, you asked Rafe if he wanted chocolate chips or blueberries in his pancakes. You already knew the answer, but you needed to defuse the bomb before it would explode. 

‘’Blueberries. You know how I like my pancakes, baby,’’ he said, pushing himself off the counter and closing the distance between you and him in a few strides. 

Sarah shot a glare in his direction, her eyes narrowing, but Rafe chose to ignore her and kiss your shoulder, standing right behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back and resting his chin above your shoulder.

‘’Rafe, you’re distracting me,’’ you warned, pouring batter in the pan and adding some blueberries. 

Rafe laughed lowly, his chest rumbling against your back as his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear, his lips lingering on your skin for a few seconds. ‘’These look good. Think we can take the pancakes to bed after you’re done?’’ 

Breakfast in bed, away from everyone else, sounded tempting. You've had breakfast with the Camerons since you arrived, sticking to the polite routine. You missed being alone with Rafe in the morning, taking it slow and engaging in non-PG activities.  

Before you answered, Sarah cleared her throat beside you, a disapproving look on her face. Rafe thought he was subtle and sleek when he had his hand wander under your robe. 

He lifted his head and gave her a cocky grin. ''What?'' 

‘’In case you forgot, I’m still here,'' the blonde recalled, taking a few plates from the cupboards and deciding to set the table. ‘’And Wheezie and Dad and Rose are gonna come down soon.’’ 

‘’I know,'' Rafe replied, stepping back and letting you finish the pancakes. ''If you had not been here, I would have her bent over the counter already.’’ 

His words should have shocked you, but you were used to his bluntness by now. Rafe never held back, always saying exactly what was on his mind, no matter how outrageous. No matter the audience. You thought he would behave and tone it down with Wheezie in the house, but he didn’t. 

Thankfully, her young ears were not around.

You looked over your shoulder, failing at hiding the smirk that tugged at the corners of your lip.

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[unitcd]

Okay, so maybe he can find out. . . do a little bit of snooping around. He's good at that. Plus, if he can help his friend find herself again? That's what he's going to do. What will her parents do? Turn him into child protective services again? He's 18, so he's an adult. . . they can't! "I'll find out." John B informs Kie with a slight nod.

"I'm sure that anything is better than being there, but drugging your child and telling them it's for their own good is kind of fucked up, Kie." He shakes his head. "I want you to be okay, and this? It's not okay. . ."

Kie doesn’t know if she’ll ever get over how well adjusted John B is compared to the rest of them. She and her parents rarely if ever got along and she’d fall apart if something happened to either of them, well, she assumed. “I asked a few times, it’s not like they volunteered the information.” That was one of the first things she gave up on, asking the question. She’d gotten tired of getting in trouble for having questions. “And if I try not taking them now, I’m not deluded enough to think my mother wouldn’t just send me right back.” It wasn’t something that made her happy, but Kiara knew her reality and that there wasn’t a good way to escape it. “I’m not asking you to be okay with it. I’m just… saying that it’s where we’re at. It’s better than being there.”

[almadelsur]

💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

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JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone. 

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau. 

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him. 

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart. 

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you. 

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know. 

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken. 

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“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning. 

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under. 

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj. 

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.” 

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

[unitcd]

"John B?" Sarah nudges him with her arm and looks up at him. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Okay - - - Would I KNOW that you're a worm and - - - would you have been my girlfriend BEFORE you were a worm? Because that makes a difference."