#kindapping

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of stabbing and injuries.

main masterlist - part 9

The light of the phone illuminated your face, then nothing. It went from texting your boyfriend to a full black screen. 

Your hopes had been back for just a few seconds, texting John B but barely having time to give him any information. He knew nothing. He couldn’t help you that way, and suddenly you were back at where you were two minutes ago ; at a loss of hope. 

Your distress was short-lived as footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by a door opening. Just before it closed, you used the bit of force you had to bury yourself in the corner of the room, dark and scary. You weren’t sure it was the best thing to do but you hid the now-dead phone in your bra. You were sure she wouldn’t see it there. 

Number 15, Burger King Foot Lettuce. The last thing you want- Ahhhh shut up Travis!! Not now.

Have you ever been looking for somewhere nice to beat your whumpee up? Somewhere with good vibes or maybe fun weapons lying around? Look no further! I’ve taken the liberty of writing some drabbles to show off some GREAT places to get those whumpiflies.

Aquarium

His Basement

Snowy Forest

Conservatory

Abandoned Factory

Home Fucking Depot

Lighthouse

Open Field

My Basement

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of kidnapping, insults, [let me know if I forgot anything]

While John B left to the police station once more, Kiara made her way to your old's house. The front door had been repained since then, hiding all stains of dirt, from the time you used to jump into mud puddle. The flowers you were taking care of, the one that used to be well aligned and taken care of on your front yard, were now all fanned. It was obvious nobody had look after them for a while, probably ever since your disappearance.

Kie knocked on the door, a soft 'thumb' letting whoever was there knew her presence. The door opened on Mr. Martin, your father. He had dark circles under his eyes, themself showing his sadness. Suddenly, the girl felt bad being here. That man lost his daughter and here she was, coming to ask him questions about his ex-wife.

"Uhm, hello Sir.", she started, voice soft and unsure. "I don't know if you remember me, I'm Kiara Carrera."

And obviously, he remembered her. From the amount of time she came here to sleep over, helping with the food and taking care of the youngest daughter, Annabelle. Kiara was his friend's daughter he liked the more, probably because of her well-behavior. So the man nodded.

"Of course I remember.", there was a slight pause, just staring at eachother. "I presume you want to come in ?"

And that was it, they were sitting on the red sofa. For as long as they had knew each other, the sofa had never changed. The stain from the coffee (y/n) spilled still there. Kiara was sipping a glass of water, eyes fixed on a picture of her bestfriend with her sister.

"..So, my apologize for coming here but.." The girl thought of her next words, having to choose them carefully. One wrong word and their chances could be ruined. "Me and- Me and one of (y/n)'s friend, Camella, decided to try and work ourselves of what happened. So I would know if..You would like to answer a few questions, maybe ?"

Mr. Martin didn't answer right away, the man taking in her expression. Suddenly, she felt like she shouldn't have used Camella, a girl who (y/n) stopped talking to months ago. But she couldn't talk about the Pogues, otherwise she definitely would be kick out.

The older let out a sigh, hand rubbing his forehead. "..Fine, go ahead."

Kiara had to fight to not let a big smile spread across her face, hiding it by drinking. "I don't have a lot to ask, I promise. My first question is, was her mother in town the day or week she diseappered ?"

The question caught him out of guard, eyebrown raising as he thought. "Yes, from what I know. She atleast was there the days following but didn't stay long. You know she doesn't really like my sweetpie."

Sweetpie, the nickname he always used to talk about (y/n). It felt weird to hear it again after so long, flashback of when she used to still be there running though the girl's head. A soft smile met her face before she nodded.

"Alright and, uh..Who do you think did it ?"

A heavy silence took place, the man not answering. Kiara's heartbeat increased, throat turning dry. She drank again, her free hand playing with her skin. The man's answer could either change everything, or be useless.

"A pervy weirdo."

And that was useless, definitely wouldn't bring them anywhere. But Kiara nodded, pretending it was a big step for her. "Yes, probably..We never know who we can trust."

Main masterlist - part 5

Notes ; I didn't know I had a ten image limit ?? So cutting this one in two part then.

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of kidnapping,slight mention of abuse (JJ's dad), mention of dead. [let me know if I forgot anything]

Main masterlist - part 6

September 18, 3:36 p.m.

The atmosphere was heavy, thick with unspoken words. John B’s leg was bouncing, a clear sign of his anxiousness. Dread settled in his chest the moment he stepped into the police station. He was worried, knowing Shoupe wouldn’t like what he had to say. He had lied, hid really important evidence only so he could work on it himself. His action might have ruined everything for him, maybe even caused damage to the girl he loved. 

Today he had to say the whole truth.

The room was white, only decorated with a table and two chairs. The two-way mirror was situated on the wall on the left, showing John B to whoever was behind it, staring. Shoupe walked in, holding a small folder with all the information about her disappearance. “John B.”

The sheriff took a seat, opening the folder and reading a few of the papers, papers he already read thousands of times, only to try and understand what happened. “I was told you wanted to show me something about (y/n) ?”

John B nodded, looking down. He felt his heartbeat increase, suddenly the fear of what he could learn today becoming stronger. The teenager let out a loud sigh, grabbing his phone. “I lied to you.” he stared at his screen, contemplating his next words. 

“I…I received messages from her. It’s been a little while now.” Shoupe’s breath stopped, the words sinking in. He had lied. For months, Shoupe had worked hard to try and find who had kidnapped this girl, only to go and tell her family she had died. It was a lie. He lied to the whole city because he wasn’t good enough to go and find the person who did this. 

He handed Shoupe the phone, the screen showing a conversation with ‘baby ❤’. The nickname twisted something in his gut. It used to mean something sweet, used to belong to her. It now was nobody, just some monster thinking it was fun to play with him and the pogues, doing god knows what to his lover. Shoupe read everything, from the first ‘Hi John B’ to the last demand of money. 

Another sigh left the older, his hand found his temple, rubbing it softly. He now knew what was going out, what happened to John B and his friends those last months. He had to react, to do something. But the teenager was there, looking so helpless and tired. His eyes were holding something, sadness, fear. It all clicked in his mind, just like that time he cried during the last questioning. 

John B wasn’t a suspect, he was just a child. 

He was overwhelmed with everything going on around him, the disappearance of his girlfriend, the thought she was dead and that he could never see her again. For the last few months, the boy lived hell and Shoupe accused him of being the responsible. To the point he was freaked out to ever talk to him. It felt like he had failed.

Shoupe got up, walked to John B and without a second thought, hugged him. He held him close, guilty about how bad everything went. “I’m sorry I put you through that.", Shoupe whispered. " I’m sorry I didn’t hear you sooner.”

His eyes widened, staring ahead. He didn’t hug back, just stayed there, shocked. The last thing he expected was Shoupe to do that. Oh, JJ would never believe it, he thought. And it was only a few minutes later that Shoupe let go of him, sitting back down. His expression had softened, for once looking at John B like he was a kid and not a criminal.

“Tell me everything you know.”

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John B would remember that day for a long time. He never expected to break down in Shoupe’s arms, the man who tried to arrest him. The empathy he showed today was so unexpected he thought for a moment that all of it was a dream. Oh, if everything was just a bad dream.

He stepped into the Chateau, hoping to be alone. His eyes were still red from crying, his hands still shaking from stress. And the confusion was still visible on his face, the one caused by Shoupe’s sudden hug. He sighed when he spotted no light on, a sigh of relief. He was quick to find refuge in his bed, to the left side of the bed.

It was yours.

When the two of you started dating, you whined to get this side. John B could still remember the look on your soft face, the small pout as you numbered your reasons. “Next to the wall so I don’t get kidnapped at night,” was one you used to joke about. What a funny joke.

His eyes closed before the door of his bedroom opened. In other circumstances he would have thought it was his girl, going here to get cuddles and steal the blanket. But he knew it was just JJ escaping his house. “Everything’s okay, man ?’’

His brown eyes met JJ’s blue ones, the shared pain needing no explanation. “Would it be weird if I laid down in bed with you ?” and John B nodded, because yes, two seventeen year old best friends sleeping together was weird in his eyes. Because it was JJ. But he did anyway, lying down on the right side. His back was against the mattress, head propped on his hand. “Don’t care.”

And a soft silence set in, the only sound being heard was their breathing. John B was grateful for JJ. Even if he never said it, the boy had been by his side when his dad died in sea, arm around his shoulder with a peaceful silence while John B was crying as much as needed. And as if on cue, he had done the exact same thing when it was (y/n) turned to disappear. The boy knew JJ would do it again if needed, because that was how he was. Loyal.

JJ was grateful for John B. When his life at home was rough, marked by his father drinking and then hitting him, John B always welcomed him home, no asking any questions. And if it was too much for him, the boy would let him cry in his arms, comforting the teenager on the rare times he was showing himself vulnerable.

The both of them were grateful for you. Every time those things happened, you were there. You hugged John B every night after his dad’s death, making sure to make him laugh as loudly as possible. And each time, you were there to tend JJ’s injuries, putting silly cartoon bandages on his arms or legs if needed. But now you weren’t there, so they had to take care of each other.

And when you come back, probably traumatized by whatever happened to you, they will be there just like you were before. 

Notes ; lot of writing, not a lot of images. Just felt better that way, especially considering how bad I am with Canva.

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; pictures of kidnapping (tied, scars, blood), mention of kidnapping, mentiong of blood. [let me know if I forgot anything]

Main masterlist - part 4

The sight in front of the pogues was horrific, causing their breath to be caught in their throat. When you first got missing, they knew what that probably meant ; torture and who knew, maybe worst. A kidnapping was never going well, always leaving the victim with trauma. Yet John B and the Pogues had hoped that wasn’t your case, hoped that somehow you were safe. 

The pictures proved them wrong. 

Three pictures of you were put on the table, all of them showing your miserable state. Your wrists were tied together by a rope, looking pretty painful. In one picture, you even were in a care, rope around your waist as you clearly were debating yourself. The third one was the one causing your boyfriend’s heart to beat faster, his breathing increasing. 

Your soft arms were covered in scars.

 He couldn’t tell whether it was the rope or if it was from being beaten up, but what he knew was that he hated it. Rage consumed him, the only thing he wanted was killing whoever did this, make them suffer for hurting you - for hurting his girl. 

He took a deep breath, eyes focusing on Pope, the boy explaining the plan. “And in all honesty, even though I know y’all won’t agree, we need to show Shoupe. He could see things on it we won’t.”

The blonde, the bigger police hater, rolled his eyes, arms crossing around his chest. “I don’t see what he will see that we won’t. Three pictures, ropes, blood covering the pictures. What else do you want to see ?”

John B’s eyes went back to the pictures, to the blood. He wouldn’t admit it but he was scared. Receiving photos in your mailbox with strain of blood on wasn’t common, and with your being away, he was terrified of what this meant. What if it was a threat ? A warning ? He was panicked at the idea of this blood being yours.

“JJ, I know you hate the police but I don’t see how four teenagers are going to do anything. It’s just pictures, we can wait before showing the texts.”

Kiara nodded, her eyes scanning the photos before looking at John B’s phone. “They would find it weird to know we hid the messages for so long, we shouldn’t tell them about that. But I’m not sure I want to see those pictures any longer either, and I think Pope’s right on this one.” The girl locked eyes with John B, voice full of determination. “We need help.”

Notes ; I hope the rebus is hard because doing it was, tbh. I also hate the fact we can only put three pictures beside each other, or maybe I'm just too dumb and I haven't figured out how to put more, possible too

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; mention of kidnapping, mention injuries

main masterlist - part 7

Your eyes slowly opened, vision blurry. Your whole body was aching and you were pretty sure your wrists had lost all feeling from being restrained for so long.

For the last months, you’ve been there, staring at the cranky wall. The first days were the easier, thoughts full of hope. It was easy to keep hope, after all you had a lovely boyfriend and the Pogues. You had people who cared about you, people you knew would look for you. But then they never came, and you started losing track of the time, and soon after, your hope disappeared too.

You stopped counting the days after the fiftieth scratch on the cement. After that, it didn’t matter. Time lost shape. Morning and night became the same shade of dark. The only constants were the sound of dripping water and the creak of footsteps above you, reminding you of the reality of your new life. You weren’t longer in your loving home, just trapped somewhere you didn’t know.

Thought kept by someone you did know.

Sometimes, you spoke aloud, just to hear your own voice. Sometimes, you sang the chorus of a song JJ used to hum when you were bored at The Chateau. It sounded shaky now, rusted with disuse and fear.

You wondered what John B thought. If he thought you were dead. You wanted to believe he didn’t, that the two of you were so connected that he could feel you out there, suffering in silence but still alive. Still fighting. But belief is a luxury, and you were too cold, too tired, too numb to afford it anymore.

The only break in the silence came when she showed up. The woman you knew too well. The one who took your phone and sent riddles and puzzles to the people who loved you most. A cruel game, like feeding crumbs to starving dogs. She would never talk to you, at least not really. But the look in her eyes, you knew it. Eyes full of hatred, full of everything but care.

Then you heard it, the slight ring of your phone. Just a few hours ago you heard it, the injuries about losing the phone. But was it lost.. With the bit of strongest you still had, you carried yourself to it, shaky hands grabbing it. It was hard holding it with your tied hands, but you managed to send a text to your favorite person.

part 9

Notes ; for the next one I promise more pictures than text ! Truly sorry for my lack of updates <3 I'll uptade this story atleast once each day until the end of the week <2

Summary ; When the police stop all research into your disappearance, closing the case and telling the world that you are dead, the Pogues make it their mission to avenge you.

Warning ; none ?

main masterlist - part 8

Part 10

Notes ; alright this one is short but I'm planning for the two next one to be long. One will be from John B's pov and the other from (y/n) ! <3 I'm still debating if I want a happy end or not..