[furious-runaway-dream]

Bitches with trust issues love enemies to lovers because they love the idea of seeing someones worst traits first and still be able to fall in love them without the everpresent underlying fear of weather their worst is something genuinely evil. It's me. I'm bitches.

[hangmanapologist]

I don’t want to answer emails I want to make breakfast in a sunny kitchen with the radio playing and drink coffee in the sun

[puipui-official]

"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

[riverfxle]

Why is nobody talking about this? Like imagine doing stick-n-pokes with JJ?

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS.

[riverfxle]

We’re Only Sixteen | John B x Sibling!Reader

INCLUDES SPOILERS

Description- In which John B’s twin sister tries to convince him to give up the treasure hunt.

Warnings - mentions of death, cursing, mentions of panic attacks, angsty as hell.

A/N - I finished OBX2 and I just wanted to write something so this was created. I feel like John B really needs someone to tell him that all this shit is not worth it. Hope you enjoy!

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THE POGUES WERE FINALLY HAPPY. Their best friends were back and alive, not rotting in the bottom of the ocean like they had believed for the past couple of months. Y/N Routledge felt whole again and the painful feeling in her chest seemed to disappear the moment her eyes caught her twins, who seemed to be pushing back tears at the sight of her and his best friends. It didn’t last for long as in a matter of seconds they were running from another person trying to kill them. Y/N could feel anger bubbling up in her chest as she turned around, tired of people trying to hurt her friends, and sent a swift but powerful kick to the guys face making him fall back and roll across the street in pain as the Pogues made their escape. She could barley hear the sound of her friends celebrating as she could hear her own blood rushing in her ears.

“I’m so sick of this bullshit,”She mumbled, pasting on a fake smile as Kie turned to look at her. It’s not that she wasn’t happy to be reunited with John B but the fact they couldn’t say one word before they were flung back into another near death experience, she was sick of running. She wished they could go back to being normal teenagers again. But she knew that John B had his eyes on the gold, that’s all that really mattered to him. “I’m so happy they’re back and alive!”She said a bit louder, covering what she had said previously. She held Sarah’s hand with a real smile when she held it out to her.

They returned to the Chateau and Y/N immediately went inside to retrieve some beers, mostly because she needed a moment alone to process everything that had happened in the three hours. John B and Sarah had told them everything on the way back home and Y/N felt the sinking feeling in her chest return as Sarah told them about John B leaving in the middle of the night to break into the island home and finding the gold. Then also everything that happened after that.

John B wasn’t selfish by any means, only overly selfless. He wanted to find the gold for them. For all of them. But at this point Y/N would rather have her brother alive than going full Kook.

“You good, Y/N?”His voice startled her making her drop the beer bottle she was holding, she cursed and dropped down to clean it up. “Shit. Let me help you’re going to cut yourself.”John B said kneeling down beside his sister who frantically tried to scoop up the glass, ultimately cutting herself but ignored the pain as she finished cleaning up the glass.

“You got yourself good,”He commented grabbing her hand to inspect the cut. She snatched her hand away from him before wrapping it with a dish rag she found on the counter. “Y/N. Is there something wrong? You seem different.”John B looked at her with concern in his eyes and she wanted to scoff.

“I don’t know maybe because I thought my only family was dead? Or maybe the fact that my twin brother keeps putting himself in these situations that are going to kill him?”She finally said. Her heart was racing and she felt anger fill her body again as he started to laugh. How fucking dare he.

“There it is.”He said once he stopped laughing, the smile never leaving his face. She wanted to punch him but she held herself back. “Everything is fine, Y/N. Look I’m still alive.”He motioned to himself.

“Barely,”She scoffed. “You seem to not understand that this dumb luck you have is eventually going to run out. You’re going to end up dead for real.”She sighed leaning against the counter. “I don’t want to mourn you again until we’re eighty years old and you die from choking on a pudding cup in some random nursing home. We’re sixteen years old! We should be partying at the boneyard with our friends and going to school and surfing everyday until we pass out on the beach. I want to wake to a sunburn, John B, not bullet holes.”

He sighed. “We’re not going to, Y/N. We can do all of that and more once we get the gold back.”

“I don’t care about the fucking gold!”She shouted, loosing her temper finally. “I’m over it! You almost died over this stupid fucking treasure hunt. Ward is never going to give up and he has made it very clear that he doesn’t care who dies so he can get what he wants!”She felt tears in her eyes but pushed them down. This wasn’t the time to cry. She had to make sure her point got across.

“This is all dad has every worked fo—”

“Shut the fuck up, John B. I’m so sick and tired of hearing this. Dad searched for the gold, he found it and look where he ended up. I don’t see him around here anywhere, do you? No! Because Ward killed him once he got what he wanted. You know how many times I needed Dad and he was too busy in his office searching for the Royal Merchant. Too many to count! I always turned to you. You were the only family I had then and the only family I have now. I don’t want to see you end up like him! I don’t want you to throw your life away like he did!”

John B sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair. He knew Y/N would eventually blow up about all of this. He understood her but if all of this had taught him anything it was that he could always ask for forgiveness later. He loved his sister more than anything on this island but he wanted a better life for her, where they didn’t have to worry about where their next meal was coming from or if they would have enough money to buy clothes. He hated that she had to sew patches on their t-shirts to cover holes, that they had to steal food from the grocery store on a daily basis.

“I’m going to get what’s rightfully ours.”He said after a moment, swallowing thickly as he watched her face fall. He flinched as she threw a beer bottle across the kitchen, letting it shatter against the wall as sobs left her mouth. He watched as she slid down the counter before crumbling onto the floor.

Y/N felt defeated. She hid her face in her knees as her arms wrapped around her legs tightly. She knew she was on the brink of a panic attack, they started to come more often after the storm.

“We’re only sixteen, bird.”Her voice cracked as she looked up at him, her eyes were red and puffy and John B felt his heart clench at the sight of her.

“I know and I’m sorry.”

With that he left the kitchen, trying to tune out her sobs that seemed to echo through the house. He felt his own tears well up in his eyes as he rushed past the rest of the Pogues, brushing off their questions.

[evilvarric666-archive]

"Weird energy in here today" I say, referring to the inside of my brain.

[riverfxle]

So I’ve started writing a legacies fanfic that I will be posting on here I’m so excited. But I want to get a few chapters finished first 🥰

Spoiler: The oc is a Salvatore/Petrova 😱

[alexandradowlings]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[prolificmind222-deactivated2024]

This is the one

[feliicityrampant]

you ever see/hear a dude you liked/admired say or do somethin gross and suddenly the veneer washes away and you finally see him as he is and ur like “wow he really was a man the whole time”

[hannibalism]

[sunshine-pages-saving-graces]

Me on November 1st

[jmelinaugarte]

bitches be like “im a writer” and then don’t write anything for 8 months

[riverfxle]

Came right at my throat with that one oof 😅

[bpdirt]

i want to get better but being a mess is my entire identity

[margotwobbie]

#stage seven: homicidal RaGE

[kristenbouchard]

bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches

[moviequotes3]

if stuart little tried to talk to me id just look away or pretend to not hear him

[mausspacearchive]

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october