a little something for you guys, especially for the Johnson girls, where y'all @? :)
I hope you enjoyed! Let me know who you want an AU meme about next. I’ve been offline for quite a while and I just wanna be more informed about what you guys want to see in the future :) Something new? Something on my Masterlist that I still haven’t finished in ages (guilty)? Let me know :)
Y/n is a model and she travels a lot, shows her outfits and has a YouTube blog. And the guys (Jack and Jack, Sammy, Nate, Stassie and Madison) hate her cause they think she’s a snobby rich kid who has a big head
But then they realize that they are wrong
Requested by the lovely anon 💕hope that’s what you wanted
I really enjoyed doing this one
I love you ❤️
a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.
Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent
most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha,
in my sophomore year.
I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we
immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy
and Nate, who were a year older.
Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and
Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered
for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too
well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew
Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.
And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting
point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting
in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy
started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the
And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It
actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in
over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that
year. But I was just so bummed about that game.
All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened
to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.
“why so quiet?” he
“I’m just annoyed.” I
replied, playing with my straw in my water.
“why?” he asked.
Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.
“the game.” I mumbled.
“you serious?” he
laughed, and that made me look at him.
“yeah I’m serious. I’ve
never played so bad before.”
“you didn’t do that
bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”
“no, I should have
been able to handle it.”
“(y/n) you didn’t do
“I had at least 14
turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.
“they triple teamed
“I shouldn’t have had
14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”
“it was 6.” He said,
no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight
“what?” I asked,
looking at him. He turned and looked at me.
“you had 6 turnovers.
15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”
And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s
friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner
and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.
Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that
looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.
It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he
took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said
yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.
Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by
myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I
went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for
I lived in a little house like right down the block. I
practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.
We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of
people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison
were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by
the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.
The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those
two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy
would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything
more than that seemed so weird to even think about.
Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play
flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he
said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his
lips and looked me up and down.
Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually
thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we
were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.
Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was
all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto
Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to
care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to
And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of
this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was
running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he
called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once
he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out
of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.
So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is
we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a
little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him
when I spend so much time with him.
But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and
me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling
quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.
Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and
hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach.
Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.
I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We
always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also
always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and
he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so
different than with all the other guys.
I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone
blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt
and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.
“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s
be honest, I always have one.
“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites
“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of
your own sister.” Emily chimes in.
“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding
in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.
“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.”
Madison says, throwing up her arms.
“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.
“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.
“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off
into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.
“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”
“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s
a shit and you know it.”
“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that
matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”
“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”
“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time
I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It
was so annoying.
I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just
really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day,
and it definitely turned me on.
We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he
hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me
when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since
I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read
the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from
Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture,
and then another very very explicit message.
I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to
see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little
bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.
There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes.
You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent
my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the
couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.
I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy
to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared
at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I
mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something.
But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen
me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.
I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi
tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I
took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.
I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy
again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the
Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the
first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little
brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when
she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each
other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.
“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.
“um yeah. What the hell.”
“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t
know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.
“well uh, did you read his messages?”
“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”
“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”
“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell
going off. “Emily, what the hell”
“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.
The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music
up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.
About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I
wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and
looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in
front of me.
“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your
phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously
“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I
said, motioning to the tub.
“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”
“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head
“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he
“I’m trying to.”
“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”
“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I
accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even
though I have yet to make eye contact with him.
“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in
his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against
“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”
“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time
when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”
“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet
seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he
had when he was high.
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He confessed. This was news to me.
“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed,
taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and
“you know, I still think you are.”
“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.
“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of
“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing
themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier
“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve
ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty
“what is all this Sammy?”
“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all
started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”
“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.
“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you
then.” He laughed.
“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom.
Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such
a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He
took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.
“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke
around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I
definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got
older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he
nodded at my chest.
“so what are you even saying sammy?”
“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t
know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money.
Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every
weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.
“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so
confused by this.
“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those
messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but
imagine you and me like that.”
“Sammy.” I gasped.
“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”
I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before
that involved him. Never would I have told him that.
“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll
leave right now.”
Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t
look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but
it was a feeling I’ve never had before.
“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.
“yeah.” I smiled.
“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then
stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”
“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m
“yeah. Your point?”
“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”
“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’
“because I’m naked.”
“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked,
shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes
I was scrolling through my feed, sitting in the living room of my boyfriend Jack Johnson’s house, he was currently in the kitchen ordering some pizza.
But as I scrolled down I saw where he tweeted about needing help maintaining his eyebrows. Jack soon came back in the living room. “Pizza will be here in thirty.” He said joining me on the couch. “Jack, I think you need to pluck your eyebrows.” I said jokingly. “You saw my tweet didn’t you (Y/N)?” He asked laughing.
“Yeah I did. You know if you need help with that all you have to do is ask. I’d be more than happy to help you pluck your eyebrows.” I said trying to contain my laughter.
“Okay then, after pizza you can see if you can fix these things.” He said confidently.
Right after he said that the doorbell rang, our pizza was here. Jack paid the delivery person and brought our pizza into the living room. Usually he has to buy more cuz Jack and Madison are usually here, and sometimes the other guys, but tonight it was just us because Jack and Madison had decided to go out.
Sammy is out of town with family, Nate has been nonstop in the studio, Cameron is touring, Hayes he filming, Nash is working on stuff, Matt is filming, so it’s just us tonight. It’s kinda weird, it’s usually crowded and loud and always something reckless happening but not tonight. Just Jack and I watching TV as we eat pizza.
Soon enough we finished eating, putting the leftover pizza for later in the fridge and I went to my purse. I pulled out my tweezers and looked at Jack. “You ready for this?” I asked seriously. Jack was seated on the couch close to a lamp. I turned it on. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He said nervously. I tried sitting on either side of of him, but both times the light was blocked.
Jack then grabbed my waist and placed me in his lap. This was better I could see now and wouldn’t mess up his eyebrows.
I started shaping them, his eyes were watering so ever so often I stopped and asked if he wanted me to stop. “You’re almost finished babe. It’s just a new weird pain and just the location of it makes your eyes water.” He spoke sweetly. “True, but just know that after a while you’ll get use to it and your eyes won’t water anymore.” I reasoned.
I finished placing the tweezers on the table next to the couch. I went to move but Jack still had a grip on my waist. “Jack, what are you doing?” I asked laughing. He didn’t say anything, he just leaned forward connecting his lips to mine.
His grip tightened on my waist, my hands found their way to his hair. I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair tugging on it slightly gaining moans from Jack. His hands moved to my bum giving it a squeezing, this caused me to moan. I felt his lips turn into a smirk.
He broke away for a moment to catch our breath, I tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled it off quickly. His hands made their way up my shirt, his thumbs rubbing over my side as his lips travel from my lips, across my jaw, right below my ear and down my neck.
I couldn’t contain myself, my moans, I wanted him, I needed him now. Jack pulled away and removed my shirt and flung it to the floor. He reconnected our lips again and things were getting even more heated.
“Oh my god! You need to warn somebody!!” We heard from the door breaking apart to see Gilinsky and Madison standing in the doorway. Gilinsky with his hands over his eyes, and Madison laughing at him. I was so embarrassed. I quickly got up and found my shirt. “Oh god.” I sighed. “You can uncover your eyes Gilinsky.” I spoke making my way to the kitchen, and grabbing another slice of pizza.
“We are finishing that later.” Jack said whispering in my ear as he stood behind me. I could feel his bulge pressed against my bum. “Jack, that was so embarrassing, no.” I said. I could feel my face heating up again. He just kissed my check and continued to eat his slice of pizza.
Hey, long time no post. Sorry about that. I hope y'all like it, even though I feel like it sucks.
You’ve known the Omaha boys since before they’ve become big. You’re a part of ther clique and you guys have been through a lot together. Each of them is really close to you in some way and you wouldn’t wanna change a thing about it. They constantly bring you with them because they know you’re fun to be around. And let’s be honest: They all kind of see you as their number one girl and none of them would complain if you wanted to be more than friends.
What have I done? 😭
No but really, how awesome would it be to hang out with them 👌
This was not a request but that’s basically my dream right here so I had to make it 😄
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW! please give me some time to make the ones requested. You can have a look at the things that are going to come up and the stuff I made so far HERE😊