#tatbpsisly

* gets in the tag* *sees spoilers that had nothing to do with the book*

Me:

MOVIES I WATCHED IN 2020 ⇢ TO ALL THE BOYS: P.S. I STILL LOVE YOU (2020)

john ambrose icons

yeahh this is probably part 4? i don't really remember

john ambrose mcclaren x reader

since y’all ain’t makin shit for my mans john i decided to make one myself >:(

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You swore you had never felt so content and relaxed in your entire life. You weren’t sure what time it was but you could feel the sun beginning to shine on your sleepy face which made it scrunch slightly. The winter months rolled in much quicker than you had expected and with that, the morning sun shone much harder which you didn’t dare complain about.

School had been cancelled that day, the snow had swept in throughout the night without warning so when the alarm beside your bed began to roar, the growl that came from your mouth was one to tell for a good horror story. Your arm swept up onto the bedside table and smacked down on the alarm clock and it fortunately turned it off rather quick. Desperately trying not to lose the comfortable feeling of sleep in your body, you quickly went under the covers to get as much warmth as possible but it was no use. You were actually waking up.

Funny how when you actually didn’t have school, your alarm woke you up. You exhaled loudly in a huff and made over three attempts in squeezing your eyes shut in hopes that sleep would whisk you away but to no avail. You flipped your body over to the other side of your double bed where you thought you would find more comfort but instead of your face falling onto the softness of your pillow it was the fabric of... what was that?

Your eyes fluttered up with sleep still crusted in their corners and what you saw was your best friend, John Ambrose McClaren lookin down at you with a cheeky grin on his face. “Good Morning.” He laughed at the stunned look on your face.

You sat up, embarrassed at the thought of him seeing you in the state that you were in and your hands went up to fix your hair as casually as possible. “What are you doing here?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

John shrugged with the grin never leaving from his face. “Your mom let me in about 20 minutes ago– thought I would surprise you since we have the day off. I can go if you want? You look pretty tired.” You can practically smell his lies, he knows you don’t want him to leave he just wants to hear you say it.

“What? No! Of course not, stay you idiot. I need someone to keep me warm anyway.” You nearly dived into his arms which made a surprised laugh leave his lips thought he gladly accepted your hug, your head nestling into his shoulder.

The relationship between you and John Ambrose was quite complicated when it was looked at from a different perspective. Neither of you two thought anything odd about it but everyone else did. Almost every time thar John left the house, your mother would ask if he was finally your boyfriend to which you would blush and shake your head no. That was your answer to everyone else too but since John didn’t go to the same school as you it wasn’t too bad which your were thankful for. You often did coupley things with each other like going to the cinema together on date night but passing off remarks because you wanted ‘an extra discount’ or bringing John as your plus one to weddings and events just so he can see you dressed up.

You noticed that his body was lying on top of the bed covers and you frowned. “Take off your shoes and get under the covers.” You huffed in demand which made the boy laugh softly. He unwrapped himself from you before kicking his shoes off and tucking his legs under the warmth of the bed’s gentle duvet. Your eyes watched him intently, observing his every moment with adoration and a smile that screamed ‘give me attention!’

John looked to you once he was under the covers, his head rested against the pillow and the two of you faced each other. You both gazed at the others face with adoration for what felt like hours. You couldn’t help but look into the hills of brown in the colour of his eyes. Slowly, John’s hand made its way onto your cheek, cupping it with the most gentle caress of his thumb. “You have a freckle right on the corner of your cheek.” He nearly mumbled, his thumb running over the darker shade of skin for a few moments.

Your brows furrowed lazily, sleep became more and more enticing every time you blinked. “Really?” You mulled over the words, inching your face further toward the warmth of his body slowly.

A smirk grew on the boy’s face. “No, I just wanted to put my hand on your cheek.” He smiled fondly when he saw laughs leave your lips and your eyes squinted shut. He was glad for that though because you would’ve seen the blush that rose on his cheeks. John then pulled his hand away from your cheek which formed a frown on your face, only to open up his arms for you to envelop around him.

You giggled like a little girl and turned your back to him so that it was pressed up against your chest and his head was resting on your shoulder. A comfortable sigh left his lips and his arms began to worm and wrap around your hips to bring you closer to him. ‘Best friends definitely don’t do this’ The both of you thought at the back of your heads. Yet you didn’t care at all.