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princessmaybank · 2 months

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Good Girl

Pairings: Boyf!Rafe x Gf!Fem!Reader x JJ

Warnings: Cheating, nudes, spanking, degradation, spanking, 3some, p in v, oral (both), fingering, voyeurism, creampie, etc.

Summary: Reader accidentally sends a nude to the wrong guy.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing something like this! Please be kind! I hope you enjoy!

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Fuck. Rafe had me so fucking horny all day. It's not even his fault..I have been thinking about him dicking me down since lunchtime. The ache between my legs was almost too much at this point. My core was begging to be touched, but unfortunately Rafe isn't home. He went on a business trip with Ward, leaving it to me to pleasure myself. He did tell me to message him any time I feel horny and he would try his best to help, so I might just have to do that.

I was home alone because my parents were making some deals over dinner with some new clients.

But before I do anything, I really want to take a shower, I feel disgusting after work every time. I work at a little restaurant called The Wreck with my friend Kie. She got me the job when I told her I didn't want to work for my parents, at least not yet. Since I started working with her, I've met her friends and they seem to like me, well for the most part. JJ is still warming up to me, and he hates Rafe for some reason. All of them do. I understand he can be an asshole sometimes, but I wouldn't go as far as to say I hate him.

After I took my shower I didn't bother putting clothes on. I wanted to send Rafe a little surprise while he was gone.

Y/N: I took this for you baby

Y/N: Photo

I quickly hit send because I was nervous about his reaction but deep down I know he'll love it. I heard a ding from my phone, letting me know I got a message.

???: All for me? Damn Y/L/N...maybe I was wrong about you

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as my heart was beating against my chest. Then I heard another ding come from my phone.

???: Photo

Only a second later and another message came through.

???: That one's all for you.

I sent my fucking nude pic to JJ?? And he sent me one back? How the hell did that happen??? I started freaking out, knowing that Rafe would fucking kill him..and me, but mainly him.

JJ: What made ya come to your senses?

I had no idea how to respond to him. This has never happened before. Maybe I should just be honest.

Y/N: oh hey..can you just delete that and pretend you never saw it...? that wasn't meant for you JJ...

JJ: if it was sent to me, I was meant to see it, the universe just works that way ;)

He saw that I opened the text and that I wasn't responding. Those three dots popped up as he was typing.

JJ: okay, hey I'm sorry. where u at rn? I'll come meet ya n we can talk bout this

My heart nearly bursts out of my chest when I read that message. I'm nervous and I don't know what to do. Fuck. I should clear the air with him.

Y/N: my house..

JJ: drop your pin

I hesitate before sending this man my address. This could go horribly wrong, and I don't have Rafe here to protect me. Whatever, I'm already in this deep and it's just JJ what's the worst he could do?

Y/N: 📍

JJ: omw

I stood from my bed and started looking for an outfit to wear. I don't know why I cared what I looked like for JJ..I shouldn't, but I did. I ended up choosing a little white skirt with a cute blue crop top to go with it.

It took maybe 10 minutes before I heard a knock at my door. I still wasn't entirely sure if I should answer it, knowing who was on the other side, and knowing what he just saw...

I decided that I should just open the door and hopefully he'll understand the mistake.

My heart started pounding again as my hand reached for the knob. Suddenly I was greeted by a familiar face...but it wasn't JJ...

"Rafe?? " I question sounding more shocked than happy. "What are you doing here?" My anxiety was through the roof at this point, knowing JJ is probably just around the corner. Rafe let himself into my house by grabbing my face and pulling me into a heated kiss. He used his foot to kick the door closed, then pinned me against the wall next to it.

"Wanted to surprise my princess. The job got done early. I landed 30 mins ago, rushed over to see you." He says all while rubbing me up and down. "Look at this fuckin outfit, almost like you knew I was coming over princess.." He reached hand up my skirt and soon realized I wasn't wearing any panties. "Naughty girl.." Rafe smirked before attacking my neck.

About a minute later there was a knock on the door. He waved it off and said to just ignore them and they'll go away. Another knock pounded from the other side of the door. "Y/N?? Are you home?" You recognized his voice. Rafe pulled away looking slightly confused before looking through the peephole.

"What the fuck is JJ doing here?" He said gritting his teeth. I toyed with my fingers and bit my lip not knowing how to tell him the truth. Next thing I know he swings the door open.

"Hey ba- Rafe?? ...Was this a fuckin set up?" JJ questioned. I shook my head no as both men stared at me.

JJ came inside and closed the door behind him before joining Rafe and I in the living room. I was told to sit on the couch so I obeyed. The guys stood in front of me towering over me with their arms crossed, trying not to kill me or each other.

"What is he doing here?!" They both asked angrily at the same time. "Can you two sit down before I continue?" I ask shyly. The guys responded with a harsh 'No' timed almost as perfectly as before.

"Okay so here's what happened..." I trail off and explained the entire situation before Rafe turns to face JJ, looking like he is about to murder him.

At some point Rafe lunged at JJ and I had to get in the middle. Rafe grabbed my shoulders trying to move me out of the way. JJ had his hands on my hips trying to keep me in between them. It felt like they were going to split me in half.

It took a while but I eventually got them to go talk it out in my room. I can't speak guy, so maybe they would have an easier time hearing it from each other.

After a while I didn't hear them talking anymore, which was concerning, Rafe may have actually killed JJ..

I went to my room and knocked before entering. I was greeted with a naked Rafe picking me up before laying me on my bed. He placed his lips on mine, giving me one of the most intense kisses I've ever had. "Rafe- whe-wheres J-" I tried to question. "Don't worry about it. He's fine. Enjoy this." He kissed down my jaw and to my sweet spot, sucking on it for as long as he could, in order to mark me.

Rafe doesn't usually give me hickies unless he is angry-fucking me. He must have sent JJ home after their talk so we could have this moment. At least he's not mad at me anymore.

"So you wore this slutty outfit for Maybank huh?" He asked and flipped me onto my stomach, hiking my skirt up above my ass. "And no fuckin panties. You really are a fuckin slut." Rafe huffed before giving me a hard slap across my ass, causing me to yelp as a tear prickled in my eye.

"I'm gonna make you choke on my fuckin cock.." He smirks before flipping me back over. He comes over and hovers my face, his knees on either side of my head. Rafe dipped his cock into my mouth slowly before full on fucking my mouth. "Mmm yeah, suck that fucking cock you whore!" He somewhat gently slaps my face, still pushing in and out of my throat.

As I was gagging on Rafe's dick I felt something down between my legs. A cold, wet, tongue met the heat between my legs and I couldn't see it. "Wait till you see her face Maybank, she makes a pretty face when you fuck her." Rafe announced which resulted in a hum from the mouth attached to my clit.

JJ was eating me out...while Rafe was fucking my face...

Fuck.

I moaned onto Rafe's dick as he continued to fuck my throat. In turn, my moans made Rafe moan. "How'd you say she liked it Rafe..." JJ questioned before shoving his cock inside of me. A loud moan escaped the best it could when he filled me up. "...by surprise, right?" He chuckled as Rafe nodded.

JJ's thrusts caused Rafe's thrusts to go faster and harder. But they both stopped suddenly. Pulling out of both of my holes and they stood next to the bed, hovering me. "What was that??" I questioned, now blushing from seeing JJ's dick for the first time.

Of course he noticed and had to be an ass. JJ smirked at me while stroking himself. "Don't pretend you didn't like it princess.." He slows his motions down before he eventually stops. "Not saying I didn't like it- just confused. You two were literally just about to kill each other, and now you're fucking me." I say confused.

"We came to a conclusion baby. You lead JJ on..and you cheated on me. But we are ready to forgive you, if you let us have some fun with you babydoll.." Rafe simply stated, making me feel like shit because that was not my intention. I tried to counter what he said, but he just shushed me.

"Whaddya say princess?" JJ asked with a smirk. "Yea I mean...it's the least I could do.." I smile sheepishly to them. Rafe stepped between my legs and gave me a long kiss. "I love you, but I want you to understand that this is a one time thing so JJ doesn't have to keep pining after you. So whatever you want from him, make sure you get it from him now, you're still mine." Rafe explained. I'm surprised he's acting this way. He never lets anyone touch his things, especially me.

"What's first?" I asked the guys. "Just let us make you feel good baby, you won't have to do any work, unless you wanna." JJ said settling on the bed next to me. "You said anything I want?" I looked up to Rafe with glossy eyes. He nods with his arms crossed.

"JJ can I suck your dick while Rafe fucks me?" I started to blush because never in a million years did I think this would be happening. "I'd love that princess." He smiled at me.

I got off the bed and got to my knees in front of JJ. My hands sat on his thighs as my mouth lowered onto his cock. "Hmmm fuck.." He moaned out, placing his hand on my head. I felt Rafe come over and line himself up with me. "I love this fuckin skirt baby.." He says before slipping into my wet pussy, which caused me to moan on JJ's dick, which caused JJ to let out a moan of his own.

The guys were trying to set a steady pace between the both of them. JJ was bobbing my head up and down in time with Rafe's thrusts, and boy did it feel, so fucking good.

At one point they made me feel so good and I let out a long moan.

"Good Girl "

I heard them both say at the same time. A string of moans were escaping us all as they continued. Rafe was pounding into me as fast as he could. JJ was now standing with a fistful of my hair, fucking my face. I popped my mouth off of JJ and replaced it with my hand. "If you two don't stop going full force- I'm gonna cum right now.." I whine out.

They both groaned as they pulled away. I got back on the bed and sat in between them, one hand each, shooting to their hair, and massaging. They both started feeling me up, placing kisses wherever they could reach. The moment was over as fast as it came. JJ sat with his back against my headboard and pulled me to sit between his legs.

Rafe crawled onto the bed after JJ put his legs between mine to keep them spread open. I couldn't close them even if I wanted to. Rafe laid between my legs and started lightly sprinkling kisses on my lower lips.

JJ attached his lips to my neck, giving me a hickey, opposite to the one Rafe had made earlier.

Rafe moved to my clit with his mouth and inserted a few fingers into my hole. I gasped and JJ put his hands under my shirt in response.

"Why ya still wearin' this baby? Shoulda been gone a long time ago.." He says before taking my crop top off. Leaving me in my bra and my skirt. He groped my tits as Rafe sucked and fingered me. I was a moaning mess. Everything felt too good. "Guys- l-like I said before..." I say but it's too late and I cum all over Rafe's fingers.

Rafe sat up before placing his fingers in his mouth, sucking off every little drop that was left of me. "Good girl.." He smirked at me. "But, you gotta cum for JJ too princess.." Rafe stated.

I was still coming down from my high. "Cum again..?" He only nodded before sitting in the chair in front of my vanity. He turned it so he could see us sitting on the bed.

"Go ahead Maybank..." He smirked. Just as he was given the green light, JJ flipped us over so he was hovering me. "Hey there princess..." He smirked before planting a kiss on my lips. This felt so wrong to do so I looked to Rafe for some guidance.

He just sat there slowly rubbing his dick, watching us. He nodded for me to continue.

Suddenly this felt so right. I was supposed to have fun with JJ, for Rafe. JJ leaned down to my ear to whisper. "You looked so fucking good in that picture you sent me." He started kissing my neck. "I know you sent it on purpose, don't worry I won't tell him." He whispered.

His hands lifted me off the bed to take my bra off. JJ threw the garment to the side, landing in front of Rafe. He kissed me so hungrily and so passionately it almost hurt. "Jayj..." I whimpered into the kiss. He started grinding his hips against me, his dick touching my clit every time. "I know princess.." He whispered. "C'mere, I wanna make you cum in doggy." He says then plants another kiss to my lips.

I got up on my hands and knees before JJ could move me. "Wrong way baby...I wanna see your face when he fucks you..." I heard Rafe say from the chair. I turned around just like he asked. JJ got behind me when I was settled. I heard a spitting sound and a second later I felt his hand lathering my hole. "Mmmm" I moaned while I grinded back onto his fingers.

"Patience baby.." JJ said before slapping my hole which resulted in me letting out another moan. He grabbed his cock and started teasing my slut with his tip. I moved to lay on my forearms with my ass in the air. My eyes wandered over to Rafe, he was still stroking himself slowly while watching us. His lips curled up into a smirk when he saw the face I made when JJ pushed his length into pussy.

I let out a loud moan and looked Rafe in the eyes as JJ slowly rocked his hips. As JJ quickened his pace, Rafe did too. Almost like he wasn't to cum with us, but didn't want...involved..?

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against each other as JJ fucked me senseless. Rafe had rolled his head back but his eyes stayed on us.

I felt JJ reach for my hair and pull it back, making me arch. The slightly new angle was enough to push me over the edge. "You're such a a good fucking girl for me..." JJ says as I moan out. "JJ harder.." I couldn't say anything else. It was odd moaning another mans name but they both loved it, which made me feel dirty.

JJ gladly fucked me harder. I was going between watching Rafe fuck his hand and watching JJ in the mirror. "Fuck you're so tight princess..." He dragged out. "I'm so close Jayj..." I announce with a whine. Rafe caught my attention with a low groan. I looked over and saw his cum shooting up onto his stomach.

He was still yanking himself, riding out his high, when he said "JJ I want you to cum in her fucking pussy". I couldn't help but moan, feeling JJ's thick cock in my pussy, watching Rafe cum, and him saying THAT.

JJ let go of my hair and held my hips, bringing them backwards to meet his. We were both a moaning mess and Rafe was just watching, sitting there in his mess. He looked afraid to blink, like he was going to miss something. I pushed back onto JJ's dick, wanting more, he was making me feel so good and I didn't want it to end.

"Fuck Jayj- i-im gon-gonnaaa cum" I squeal out. "Me too princess. Are you ready?" I nod after he asked. He counted us down before with both released together, screaming each other's names. I fucked myself with his dick, riding out my high.

"Good girl.." He said biting his lip, helping guide my ass. He slipped out when we were done and gave me a long sloppy kiss, trying to savor the moment, knowing it would never happen again.

Rafe walked away at some point to clean himself up, JJ and I just continued to make out to fill the silence and need. When Rafe returned we all sat on the bed talking about what just happened. "How did it feel?" Rafe asked me. "He's really good.." I say panting, getting butterflies from the recent memory. He smiled at me and JJ before speaking.

"Y/N, I loved the way your face looked when JJ was taking you from behind..." He said while rubbing my back. "I suggest we make this a regular thing." I nearly choked when I heard him say that.

Rafe Cameron...never...shares.

"I 1000% agree" JJ said almost too enthusiastically which made me giggle. "That was both the craziest and sexiest shit I've ever been a part of. Of course I'd love to." I say smiling.

He smiled and I could tell he had a mischievous thought. "Next time I wanna try something new." He smirked to me and JJ.

"I will do whatever you two want if it feels that good.." I blush, looking between both of them.

"Good girl " They are so creepy with that shit...but it's so sexyyyy.

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paradiseprincesss · 18 days

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Omg hi!!! I absolutely LOVED espresso it's so cute!! Would you be open to doing some major fluff with Jim (delinquent season)? Thanks so much!!!!

CPR - jim (delinquent season) x reader

hello lovely anon! THANK YOU! that means so much to me i appreciate your kind words! and yes, of course, we love love LOVE jim over here - he is criminally underrated. he's dreamy.

summary: after a shitty, messy, and rough divorce, jim is hesitant to love again - but he falls for a younger woman who changes his mind, and teaches him how to love again.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: so there is a large age gap (everyone is of legal age, jim is in his mid forties, reader is just described as 'in college,' so take that how you will), kissing, swearing, divorce, jim's employed as a professor but the reader isn't his student! other than that, no warnings just fluff lol

we don't chose who we fall in love with - at least, that's what jim always thought, and that's what he told himself.

jim never pictured himself to be the type of guy to date a younger woman, he always thought it was a little strange actually because what would someone his age have in common with someone roughly 20 years younger than him?

well, more than he thought.

he didn't intend on falling in love with you. he just...did. jim met you through a friend of his, weirdly enough. he had just finalized his divorce with his ex-wife, which was messy and screwed his perception of love up quite a bit - anyone would feel that way after finding out that their spouse of over a decade was having an affair.

so yeah, jim had some issues revolving around love.

with that being said, when an old college buddy of his (who he talked to a few times a year at most through facebook or text, and occasionally over the phone) had rung him up about how he had moved back to ireland and was having some old friends over for dinner just for old times sake, he figured sure, he'd go since he had nothing better to do.

fast forward to a week later, he showed up in his usual attire - casual slacks and sweater - and was greeted by a handful of his old college friends. jim couldn't lie - it was nostalgic, and frankly, kind of refreshing to be out socializing and living life again after his divorce. it had been a good 6 months since the divorce, and he was honestly feeling good for once.

"jim, hey!" his old college roommate, dan, greeted him at the door. "come on in, we're just having some beers in the living room, the games gonna be on soon."

the night went well, jim got to catch up with his old buddies from his college days, and they spent the evening drinking beers and fussing over the game on tv.

"so, i heard 'bout the ex-wife. hey, i'm sorry, man." another old acquaintance of his, ryan, had said to him.

jim laughed lightly, "s'alright. shit happens, i guess." to which all the other men just murmured and agreed with.

the conversations flowed well, and honestly - it felt good to rant about his ex-wife with some old buddies, and openly talk about his divorce like this - what she did was fucked up. he felt like he needed to and should be able to vent, too.

as the men were busy shouting at the tv, beers in hand, a softer voice called out, "dad?" and jim's buddy dan looked over his shoulder to see his daughter, standing in the doorway of the living room with a small smile.

jim looked away from the game momentarily, out of curiosity - and good god did his heart stop when he did. he was aware that dan had a daughter in college and he knew of her name, but he didn't realize how beautiful she was. the two of them locked eyes for a split second, and he looked away slightly embarrassed.

he didn't really know why he was embarrassed, it's not like he was doing anything shameful or wrong - but finding your friends daughter who was still a college student when he was in his forties was definitely wrong in a sense, well- to a certain degree.

"oh, hey sweetie, i didn't even realize you were still up." dan says to his daughter.

"it's only..." you pause, checking your phone, "half past eight, dad. plus, i'm stuck on this stupid essay my professor assigned to us yesterday." you laugh softly - lightheartedly, and jim felt his heart skip a few beats.

"oh, that's no good," dan says, "jim's a professor, i'm sure he won't mind if you asked him a few questions - maybe he can help you." your dad shrugs, looking at jim and then focusing back on the game.

you blush slightly, and you knew your dad was just being friendly and trying to be helpful - but suggesting you get his older (and really attractive!) friend who just so happened to be a professor to help you with your essay seemed...well, it was like one of those storylines you'd see in a movie, or a book...or something.

"um, dad, i'm sure jim doesn't want to step away from watching the game to help with homework-" you start to say, but in a moment of confidence (and a little alcohol), jim cut you off with a gentle tone.

"no- no, it's no worries, really. i was going to get up and grab another pint anyways." he says, getting up to go to the kitchen. you just walk with him into the kitchen, somewhat at a loss for words.

you get a better look at him under the dimmed kitchen lights, and you could already feel yourself getting nervous in his presence. you never found any of your dads friends attractive before - but jim, well, he was different.

the salt and pepper hair was...really hot. and god, those eyes. those glacier coloured eyes; you barely had a chance to even meet the man and somehow he had you in a chokehold before you spoke more than just a few sentences to each other.

"so," he broke the silence, "watcha studying?"

you quietly told him what you were majoring in, and he nodded, smiling at you softly, "well, i don't teach that particular subject or major - but i'll try and help you out regardless."

you retuned the small smile, "y-yeah, okay. cool."

for the next hour or so, the two of you sat closely next to one another at the dining table, your textbooks and papers sprawled out in front of you, with the doc you were writing open on your laptop. he helped you structure your essay and the two of you were about 80% done with it - that was until he requested that you turn back the page of your textbook.

"wait, go back to page 116 i think it says something about that at the bottom of the page." he tells you, reaching out to turn the pages back in the textbook. however, you also reached to turn the page back - causing the both of your hands to touch, to swiftly brush against each other.

with a small blush, you quickly pull back, still nervous. "sorry."

he laughs softly, shaking his head, "no need to be sorry."

taking a deep breath, you respond, "sorry- sorry, i keep saying sorry-"

"you okay?" he offers a gentle smile, and you felt your heart start racing a million miles per minute. you weren't one to get easily flustered like this - you never got this nervous, certainly not around guys your own age, at least.

jim didn't know why - but he felt the same way. however, he tried to play it cool. he had been on a few dates with a few different women here and there post divorce, but all of them were dead ends. however, with you, it almost felt like he had known you for a lifetime even though he had only just met you.

"yeah, just..." you trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words again. he looked at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read, and his gaze flickered to your lips - then back to your face. "just what?" he whispers to you, and you felt yourself drowning in his impossibly blue eyes.

suddenly, you felt his gentle hand on your thigh, and your breath hitched as he whispered to you again. "just what?"

"just kiss me." you whisper back, and with that, his hands were gently coming up to cup your face, and he kissed you softly.

you'd never kissed someone so much older than you before, and the thought of it made your head dizzy. after a moment, the both of you pulled away from the kiss, but his hand remained on your face.

"is it...is it strange if i ask you if i could take you out to dinner sometime?" he asks quietly, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the question.

"not at all, i'd love that." you smile at him.

again, falling in love wasn't part of the plan, but jim didn't really have a choice when it came to you. it just happened so naturally.

"sweetheart?' you hear his voice call out softly and the sound of the door closing, and you turn around to see him coming home from work - god, you loved when he wore his little sweaters with the sleeves rolled up half way - it really got you going.

"baby, hi." you greet him softly, bundled up in a blanket on the couch of his living room. "how was work?"

he slumps down beside you, pulling you into him softly with a sigh, kissing the top of your head. "it was alright, finished teaching my lecture earlier than expected so that was good." he tells you, voice gentle and tone loving.

"mm, well i'm glad to have you home early." you tell him sweetly, pulling him into a chaste kiss.

"what would you like for dinner, sweetheart?" he asks you, and you shrug, "jim, you worked all day, you don't have to make dinner it's fine." to which he shook his head and insisted, "how about some pasta?"

"jim," you whine softly, "you're so cute, i love you."

"i love you too, honey." he says, kissing you again.

after the date you two had, things just seemed to flow effortlessly. you'd never been with an older man before - and he was so very attentive to your every need, every want, every boundary you had - he took things slow with you, never ever pressuring you into anything.

now, six months later, you and jim had been dating for a few months, while you were still adjusting to dating someone roughly 20 years your senior - it was something you wouldn't change.

jim felt the same way - things were different with you. being with a younger woman was fun, it was new. you taught him things as much as he taught you things. with his ex-wife, there was no trust. no real love. no meaning to life, even though the two of them had kids together, it didn't change the fact that he always felt like he was married to someone he didn't know - a stranger.

you weren't a stranger, though - no, you were quite the opposite to him. you made him feel at home, you were his home. he often found himself wondering where he'd be if you weren't by his side. probably gone, he thinks.

after dinner and a steamy shower together, the two of you laid in his bed together, your head on his chest and his arms holding you in a warm embrace.

"...i want you to meet my kids." he suddenly tells you, and you turn your head to look up at him with love in your eyes, "yeah?" you whisper, causing him to whisper back a quiet "yeah" back to you.

he softly takes your hand and intertwines it with his own, a content sigh leaving his lips. "would you ever want to get married again?" you ask quietly - not even sure why you felt the sudden urge to ask that, but you did anyway.

he was quiet for a moment.

jim never thought he would re-marry, in fact, he didn't even think he'd ever find someone that he would want to marry after his ex-wife. but that was before he found you.

"i wouldn't ask you to meet my kids if i didn't plan on marrying you." he finally says, pulling you even closer. your breath hitched when he confessed that, and you felt yourself blushing a little too. "you mean that?" you ask him, to which he squeezed your hand.

"you made me love again - i sound corny, but i'm dead serious. i was at the end, then you came into my life... you made me feel like there was life worth living."

"oh, jim," you whisper, a little breathless at his continuous admissions about how much he loved you, "you're my everything."

he looked at you with admiration, and smiled softly at you. you were his everything, too. he often wondered if you knew that. if you knew how much he adored you. in a world where he felt like nobody understood him - you did. you were the only one he ever confided in.

your love fixed all his pain, your love fixed his heart - and you didn't even know. you didn't even know how much you were fixing a heart that you didn't break.

he felt like he was revived in a sense - brought back to life from the dead. brought back from his inevitable death of a marriage that had minced his heart. but now, things were different because he had you.

and you - you were the only thing that could jumpstart his flatlining heart again - like CPR.

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saintslewis · 1 year

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Spin bout u • LN4

pairing: lando norris x black fem driver!reader

summary: in which he finds out about what your boyfriend’s doing to you and he has to stop it before he loses you.

warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship, violence, swearing, protective grid, mentions of bruises.

saint’s notes: so i have such a school girl crush on Lando, it’s not even funny anymore so here’s something. i was just scrolling and i saw @bbymelsworld indirectly requesting this so let’s start! sorry if there’s typos!

taglist: @thisismeracing @certifiedlesbianbaddie

P5.

Just 4 places behind your teammate, Lewis. As much your team, Mercedes, had decided to celebrate the qualifying positions and you were both set for Silverstone, you knew you were in trouble the minute you got out of the racing car.

Standing close to the garage entrance, you took a sip from your large bottle of water and watched how the other drivers were getting ready for post-qualifying interviews with smiles on their faces and the atmosphere was buzzing. You hadn’t noticed that Lewis was walking towards you, placing his hand on your shoulder causing you to violently flinch at the sudden contact.

“Oh uh, hi Lewis.” You sheepishly smiled, hoping that he would completely forget about the past few seconds. His eyes bore into yours but he knew the media was watching the both of you so he didn’t want to ask any questions that would raise suspicions. He immediately put a smile on his face, removing his hand from your shoulder. “You killed it on track,man. Proud of you as always. A few of the drivers and I are getting some ice cream after the big day. Are you up for it?” He suggested, knowing that your mood had decreased the moment you stepped out of the car.

Lewis was the mentor you had been hoping for since before your karting days. Starting off in 2022, you came into the F1 world scared of what would come to you. You were now the second black driver on the grid, a woman and the youngest, just two months short of Oscar Piastri. After the announcement of your arrival in F1 and into Mercedes, the world went insane at your presence. Lewis had been there for you since your first day, helping you handle the challenges of being black and the only woman after decades in F1.

The rest of the grid had welcomed you with open arms, loving your energy and kindness that you would often display the first half of the 2022 season until after a race in Spa did they notice your entire demeanour change whenever anyone was near you. How you would push yourself to your limits which resulted in a crash in Imola that had everyone worried for your safety. How you used to be known as Lewis’ protégé in terms of paddock fashion but now you barely show any skin. How your smile used to brighten up any room you were in but now it barely reaches your eyes. They had speculations that you could possibly be in a relationship but they didn’t want to assume.

However Lando kept his eye on you, with him being the first to always notice your mood changes and the way you would distance yourself from everyone every time you wouldn’t get pole. His crush on you was as clear as day to anyone who paid attention and both of your fans would highlight your interactions, especially when you would go film with Quadrant as a special guest and definitely when he pointed out that you had the same McLaren, just in different colours.

“Um I might take you up on that one, Lew. Thank you.” You quietly said and he nodded, turning away from you to begin his interviews. You too needed to get ready for your interviews but you knew you had a limit today; 5 interviews with female reporters and immediately return home to your boyfriend of two years.

Patting the last of your body foundation on your arms, you heard your phone vibrate with various text messages from your boyfriend, Beckham.

Beck

i’m going out with the boys

you better be home when i get home

you

can you at least not come home smelling like another woman?

Beck

fix that stupid sentence and pray i go easy on you today, bitch

You sighed, switching your phone off completely and leaving the driver’s room while fixing the band of your leggings, the chain clinking and sparkling under the Mercedes garage lights. Walking past Toto’s seat and giving him your special handshake, you got to the media pen with your assistant, Jamie, trailing behind you.

“Hello Y/n!” A reporter who you quickly recognised as Kim waved you over to where she was standing and you excitedly walked up to her. “Hi, hope you’re well.” You greeted, steadying yourself on the barricade. “ I am, thank you. You look awfully happy. Is P5 good for you?” She asked.

“Uh, it’s definitely better than last week. That’s for sure.” You responded, the memory of receiving P12 and receiving a harsh greeting when you got to the hotel came to your mind but you quickly pushed it to the back of your mind. As you spoke with her, Kim and Jamie alike had noticed smudges on your arms but didn’t want to intrude. “I’m sorry Y/n but if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your forearm?” Kim questioned, taking a closer look at it only for you to snatch your arm away in a gentle manner.

“Oh, this! Just bumped into the door a little too hard.” You gave a fake smile, your bracelets clinking together to somewhat hide the almost green looking bruise that seemed large from afar. “That door must’ve hated you because it definitely left a mark.” Kim hissed at the look of your bruise. You could’ve sworn that your forearm had the most coverage from the body foundation.

Before you could even get another word out, a familiar presence came up behind you and placed a hand on your upper arm, causing you to flinch once again and this time, the whole world had certainty seen everything. You internally cringed at the thought of this very moment being captured. Turning around, you saw that it was Lando with a smile on his face but his beautiful green eyes told a completely different story. “Hey n/n, just came to congratulate you for P5.” He greeted, his eyes moving to examine the face he was slowly falling for. Lando could tell that you were uncomfortable so he had to come up with something, quickly.

“I uh bumped into umm Naomi and she’s looking for you. She said it’s important.” He quickly blurted out, noticing the confusion on your face but you quickly fixed your face to turn and excuse yourself from Kim and the media pen as a whole.

As you began walking with Lando silently, you battled keeping your tears from falling, your breathing becoming increasingly faster but you couldn’t break because the media was following you everywhere. Putting on a fake smile, you gave a few cameras a wave as you walked in the direction of the Mercedes garage. You turned to Lando so quickly, it almost tripped him up. “Um I’ll see you tomorrow, Norris.” You said, terrified at the fact that the cameras were pointed to you and that this footage would reach Beckham.

“O-oh okay. Uh travel safe.” Lando stuttered, sensing your nerves as he watched you practically run into the motor home. He didn’t want to be that person but he has a feeling that his suspicions were right.

P6.

Your hands shaking terribly as you took off your gloves and ran to your driver’s room, completely ignoring the media following behind you. Lewis, who had won the race, cut his interviews short as he saw you running. He made his way into the Mercedes garage, unaware that two other drivers were following him too. You only had a panic attack once and that was the cause of your crash, resulting in a mild concussion.

Most of the grid was extremely protective over you as they had sworn to be after the media would continuously attack you just for your existence so check-ups on you were quite frequent, especially when you changed your entire demeanour.

Jamie was already with you, holding your head in an embrace as the both of you cradled together outside your driver’s room. You tried to keep your sobs silent, scared that he would hear you as if he fed off of your fear towards him. Hearing heavy footsteps coming in your direction, you slightly lifted your head just to see Lewis, Charles and Lando look extremely worried as they slowed their pace to approach you.

You hid your head further away from them, not wanting your fellow drivers to see you like that. Your teammate was the first one to crouch down next to you, giving breathing exercises to you to help you calm down. Wiping your tears with the back of your hands and filling them with mascara lines, you stood up hastily and turned to the drivers. “I’ll see you guys later for ice cream.” You managed to croak out, rushing into the driver’s room.

Defeated, the boys hesitantly turned around to return back to what they were doing and all had the same thing in their minds; get to the problem that is bothering you and that has been bothering you for the past year.

Parking your McLaren in the driveway of your house, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that Beckham’s car wasn’t there as well. As you opened the front door after unlocking it, all you could smell was the strong scent of Chanel No.5, a perfume you would never use but it lingered around your home. The mystery woman’s discarded clothing was laid out on the floor, her undergarments reaching the stairs. Hearing thumps from upstairs, you slowly made your way up there only to find a woman in your walk-in closet, holding a pair of your jeans to her body and she muttered at how these clothes would never fit her.

She was the complete opposite of you. Much skinnier with the shiniest blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. Clearing your throat, you startled her and she gasped loudly, not expecting anyone to be in the house. “Get out.” You sighed out, looking over the mess she made to your closet. Some of your jewellery was outside of its cases, your bags were skew on their display and your shoes were mismatched. “But B said no one lived here with him.” The girl said with a tone that made you want to drag by her hair.

“Look, get out of my house. I don’t want to repeat this shit.” You said and she still hadn’t put your jeans down, not moving an inch. Placing your handbag on one of the chairs in your closet, you grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her out of your room and out of your house. Her pleas were pathetic to your ears and you slammed the front door in her face. After a few moments of silence, you could hear her screeching into her phone to your boyfriend about how much of a bitch you were.

After cleaning up all the mess and calling Jamie to organise movers to take all your things to your home in Monaco, it was nearly time for the ice cream night with some of the drivers and you had thought of cancelling on them multiple times but you knew you needed the break. Feeling your phone vibrate as you zoned out, you checked to see who was texting you.

landoooo

hey y/n

this is the ice cream place we’re going to

address

you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to btw

you

i’ll be there, lands :)

landoooo

oh okay cool

see you later y/n :)

you

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You sighed at the thought of covering your scars and bruises and you could not even cover up as it was a boiling hot evening in London (rare). Luckily, you had a few more bottles of body foundation in your second bathroom so you were okay. A shower and a little snack later, you stared at yourself in the mirror and you had stood there for 5 minutes. You were disgusted by yourself. The shorts were hugging you and the tank top was showing your chest a little bit too much but it was covering everything but of course you were overthinking everything. You fixed your cap and shades and grabbed a different bag from before, a Dior saddle bag which was a gift from Lando for your birthday. You cherished this bag because of the artwork on it, a small portrait of your first win on it with the tall buildings of Monaco behind you.

Putting on your crème white Louis Vuitton varsity jacket, you didn’t think twice before taking the car keys and leaving your house in a rush. Around the drivers was the only time you could be happy without Beckham near you. You would’ve had other friends but they were chased away because they spoke up against your relationship. He wanted to keep you around as a trophy, to brag to his friends that he has a well-off girlfriend who will provide for them because that’s all you did. Beckham only worked part time at an electronics store whenever you weren’t around. When he started physically hurting you, you felt trapped and you felt like you would never get out of it. During your first season in F1, you became ‘friends’ with Lando. You were very careful with the friends title because you knew you weren’t allowed to have any guy friends.

Down the line, you began having feelings for the McLaren driver. Just everything about him had attracted you to him but you felt terrible for even thinking of him like that because you felt like Beckham knew each and every one of your thoughts so you gradually distanced yourself from him, slowly depressing yourself because of the lack of communication between you and other drivers. You never wanted Beck to attend any races because you knew he would absolutely embarrass you. He would often say that he would become friends with all the other drivers so that he would never have to deal with you. Not to mention that he was your first everything so you were conflicted about leaving him because you loved him.

Without even noticing, you had reached the ice cream place. It was decorated with different pastel colours and it just looked like the place to cheer anyone up. Making your way into the shop, one of the employees was tasked to guide to their private area for vip and a few people recognised you as you made your way into the room. Hearing the driver’s laughs bouncing off the walls, you pushed the door and alerted them of your arrival. “She’s here!” A very happy sounding Max cheered causing the others to cheer as well. You went around the incredibly long table to greet everyone and a few stood up to hug you. Sat between Lewis and Mick, a menu was already placed in front of you along with a small cup of cookies and cream flavoured ice cream, your absolute favourite. Looking at the seat in front of you, Lando gave you a slight nod and a grin. You smiled right back at him and dug in.

Throughout the evening, you spoke to mainly everyone from your seat and took your jacket off during your conversation with Carlos who was right next to Lando. You never realised how whenever you were talking with anyone, you always rubbed your arms and you were doing quite excessively at the moment, unaware that your body foundation was quickly rubbing off and your bruises and scars were become visible to anyone who was looking. Feeling something sticky on your hands, you excused yourself from the table to go to the bathroom to wash your hands.

As soon as you closed the door, everyone turned their heads to where you were sitting. Releasing a small sigh, Lance began speaking. “Um so everyone saw the bruises right?” He questioned and everyone hummed in agreement. “I know this is obvious but clearly they weren’t self-inflicted. Does anyone know anything?” Esteban spoke up. “Would that be the reason why she covers up these days?” Pierre asks, examining your jacket which had a few smudges on the inside of the arms. Your phone began vibrating against the table, Siri notifying that Beck had been calling. All the drivers looked to Lewis to answer the call. Although he didn’t want to go over his boundaries with your private life, he was curious and definitely had questions.

As Lewis answered and put the phone on speaker, he couldn’t even get a word out before Beck began his rant. “I thought i said you should be home by the time I get there, you fucking bitch. If I find out you’re with other guys, you’re dead.” He warned through the phone, immediately alarming the guys. “Ay man, who the fuck are you talking to like that?” Lewis began, he was already livid and held his car keys in his hands.

“Of course she’s with other guys! What? Is she giving herself to you guys like the bitch she is? Huh? Getting passed around?” Beck cackled loudly. “Just shut up,man. Are you the one putting your hands on her?” Lewis grumbled. “And what about it, bro? Are you gonna tell on me?” He mocked. “Whoever the fuck you guys are, you can’t get nothing from me. She’s nothing without me and she knows it.” Beck yelled, sounding sober and the rest of the guys knew it was time to go handle him. Before anyone could say anything more, you walked into the room with a small smile only to be met with silence and a few drivers surrounding something.

“Guys? What’s going on?” You trailed off, going closer to your seat. “Oh there she is! Listen Y/n, come home and we can talk about your little friends, okay? Just want to talk. Also, P6 today? You already know what’s gonna happen. See you soon.” Beckham taunted you and he hung up the call, your stomach dropping once you realised the situation. Tears pricked your eyes as you looked at the drivers who were already looking at you with concern.

“Um-” Your voice broke as your throat closed and you felt the first two tears fall. Being pulled into a hug, you began sobbing quietly and that broke the driver’s hearts. Smelling the familiar cologne, you realised it was Lando and that made you sob even more, knowing that you couldn’t be near him during all of this. Feeling a hand on your back, you looked to see it was Lewis. “Y/n, we’re coming with you when you drive home. He will never threaten or hurt you while we’re around.” He assured, rubbing your shoulder and being careful to not add pressure to the huge bruise there. Looking around the room, all the drivers were gathering their things with anger prevelant on their faces. “We’ll be in the parking lot, Y/n!” Max called out as he walked out and everyone followed after him, leaving just you and Lando in the room.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.” Lando whispered as his cheek laid on your braided head. Sniffling, you answered him. “It’s not your fault, Lands. I kept thinking it was going to get better and it never did. It’s never going to get better.” You sobbed out the last sentence and you felt him hug you tighter. “As long as I’m here, love, everything will be alright. You’re not alone in this. I can’t have you staying with him any longer.” He pleaded, not letting go of the embrace.

“But Lands, he’s going to kill me if I don’t stay. I already don’t have family or friends because he chased everyone away. I feel like I have no one. I want to leave, I really do but I can’t.” You said in a wobbly voice. “No, Y/n. Don’t say that. We’ll get him sorted out. We got you.” He assured you, holding your face in his large hands. He leaned to kiss your forehead and for that moment, you felt peace for the first time in over a year.

With a convoy of 10 supercars on the way to your house, you sat in your car nervous as you led your fellow drivers to your house. Devising a plan before you all left the ice cream place, you would park your car in the driveway and they would follow. You would go into the house and shine a flashlight from a window to let them know that he’s inside the house with you. Driving into your street had your heart racing.

As you got out of the car, you walked to your front door and left it unlocked. You hesitantly took your shoes off, afraid that any sound would alarm him. You shone your flashlight on the window, praying that they saw the signal. “What are you doing?” You heard that rough voice that scared the life out of you. You turned around to face Beck. “T-there was a spider on the window so I was just checking that.” You uncomfortably smiled as you switched the flashlight off. He nodded and walked back to wherever he came from.

Following after him, he sat in the kitchen with a glass of whiskey, sipping from it ever so slowly. “It’s just you and me now.” He smirked and that sent shivers up your spine. “I don’t like your coworkers, they aren’t very nice people.” He mocked with a small smile on his face. Looking at him, your attraction for him disappeared a long time ago, after he began hurting you. His eyes weren’t inviting like Lando’s neither did his smile make you feel safe. Wait, why are you comparing him to Lando?

Breathing in and preparing yourself for everything, you knew it was the only way to end this. “Beckham, I’m leaving you and I’m moving. I want to dead whatever this has become.” You stood your ground, feeling extremely proud of yourself for what you’ve just done. He began chuckling then began full on laughing. “You were always such a jokester.” He said, wiping a non existent tear after laughing that hard.

You knew exactly what was coming next but you couldn’t prepare yourself to run as fast as you wanted. Beckham threw the glass of whiskey next to your head, the shards of glass shattered everywhere and you screamed, running away from the kitchen and out your front door. The drivers saw you running onto the street and got out of their cars. Lando guided you into his car and asked you to sit in it and that he will be back soon. Grabbing a hold of his arm, you asked him to stay with you in the car.

After a few beats of silence between the two of you, he began to speak. “What are you gonna do after this? Like where are you gonna stay?” He questioned, looking at you as you looked straight ahead. “I have an penthouse in Monaco but it’s not yet finished. I don’t know when I was going to move.” You informed him, avoiding his eye contact. “I’m thinking of going to a hotel for the night.” You eventually looked at him and he shook his head a little. “I know I’m stepping on some toes here but come stay by me and we’ll go to Monaco tomorrow.” Lando suggested and you reacted without thinking by kissing his lips quickly.

“You would do that for me?” You asked in a breathy voice. He kissed you back with a little more passion than the first kiss you two shared. “I’d do anything for you, Y/n.” Lando looked into your eyes and you were happily that your feelings towards each other were mutual. Leaning on his shoulder in a comfortable silence, you’re both startled by the knocking on the window only to see that it was Lewis. “So Y/n, just grab whatever you can for tonight and we’ll come back and get everything tomorrow.” Lewis grinned then gave you two a thumbs up as he goes back into the house and the others start leaving.

Getting out of Lando’s car, you went up to each one of the drivers to thank them for their help and support. “What did you guys do in there?” You questioned Max and Charles and they looked at each other with a look. “Someone just cover her eyes when going upstairs.” Carlos said behind you, seeing him walk out onto the lawn with his hair disheveled. “Not to mention the police are on their way for him.” Lance smiled and you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of blood on his shirt.

You looked back at Lando who simply smiled at you and you leaned into his touch as he threw his arm around you.

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Part 2, chapter 1- stuck on a boat with my crazy ex boyfriend

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Summary: Rafes gone insane without you, and when he sees you on the boat? He loses his shit. After hanging out with the pogues for a while now, you figure out they’re not as bad as people make them out to be.

It had been weeks since you’ve last talked to Rafe. He had tried multiple times to contact you, on multiple numbers and phones. But it was no use.

You were sleeping when JJ had spam called you before Ricky woke you up.

“What?” You grumbled out. He threw your phone at you.

“He keeps calling you. Tried to answer but then it went to voicemail.”

“Shit.” You mumbled as you picked up your phone, looking at the texts and calls.

“WE NEED YOU”

He had even dropped a pin on his location. Him and his friends had grown used to you now, tolerating you. He tried to defend you as much as he could against them all.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you opened up a voicemail.

“Don’t park close to it. Rafes here. You can sneak in from the back.” He was whispering.

You sighed, parking your car and carefully hopping the fence, coming up behind the 4.

“What are you guys doing now?”

“They captured Sarah. Don’t know where they’re taking her, but it can’t be good.”

“What? Why did they…”

“We’ll catch you up in a little but right now…”

“We have to get on that boat.” Kiara said.

“What? Are you guys crazy?” You said, a little too loud. Jj put a hand over your mouth. “Do you even have a plan?” You whisper yelled when he took his hand back.

“Course we do. First, we have to get past the goon squad…”

“Alright. C’mon.”

But Pope wasn’t moving. “Pope what are you doing?” John B asked.

“I have an idea. Just trust me.”

“No, hey, stop running! We gotta go dude.”

“Trust me man. Go. I’ll meet up with you guys. Go.”

Pope left, you threw your arms up in defeat.

“Oh he’s asking to get killed.” You mumbled when he started firing his fun, a loud and large explosion happening as he ran. They were all distracted as he ran back to you all.

“Look. That containers going on the ship. We can get in that way. Are you with me?” He told John B.

“You’re a genius. Let’s go.” All of you ran for it, running into the shipping container.

“We can’t get out once we get it. It’s a trap-“ you spoke, Jj nodding in agreement.

“You guys don’t have to come.”

“Nothing to lose?” Jj looked to Kiara and you.

You groaned while Kiara said nothing to lose and you were now the only person outside the metal container.

“I have a job to lose. But I’m not letting some fucking kids go on a death mission alone.” You complained as Jj helped you in with a smile on his face.

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“Sorry bout that, princess.” Rafe said with a smirk on his face as he grabbed you from behind, a hand covering your mouth so you couldn’t scream.

“Told you you’d never get rid of me, didn’t I?” He said in a teasing voice. His grip on your was hard.

“Let go of her!” Jj shouted at Rafe, who looked up at the noise now. He wasn’t leaving this boat without you. You screamed as you trashed against Rafe’s arm and hold, he held you tightly, a knife now held against your neck.

Jj and Kiara had managed to kick him off of you and run for it, knowing that he would win. Taking one last glance at him on the floor, you ran with them.

Then, while the three of you ran, you ran into a man.

“Of course, there’s more of you.” He pulled out a machete.

“Get down on your knees.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

“But me a drink first, dude.” You mumbled as he swung his machete at you, ducking.

“Go, go, go!” You shouted at them, the man tried to swing it at Kiara but Jj was quick to react, hitting him with a door and knocking him onto the floor.

“Where’s John B?” Jj asked.

“John B!”

The man got up, continuing to swing it at JJ, who hit his head when he fell to the floor. You shouted as you ran at him, trying to choke him before he could attack Kiara.

But he elbowed you, and knocked you into the water.

JJ shouted your name, so loud that everyone on the boat could probably hear. Including Rafe, who turned at the sound of your name, and who from afar, could see a body falling into the water.

Without hesitation he jumped in when he saw you face down, unconsciously floating. Kiara followed him, the both of them grabbing you and turning you around so you could breathe.

He cried out your name, carrying your body flush to his own. When you didn’t breathe, he panicked and tears fell down his face, Kiara watching and also calling your name, desperately.

“Stay with me, y/n. Please. Please.” He whispered.

“Where are JJ, kie, and y/n?” John B asked.

“Last time I saw them they were on the other side of the ship!” Cleo said, and they quickly drove over to the sound of Kiara’s and JJs voice.

“Shit.” They spoke when they came closer to your unconscious body, quickly stopping by and helping them put you into the boat.

Jj sobbed, a hand running over his face as he got in the boat next to you, looking down at you.

Rafe turned around, seeing you all leave.

“Give me that gun. Give me it.” He panted, when he had it he stared out at the boat as its engine gave out, spluttering.

“No, no, no.” JJ mumbled, looking at Rafe who held the gun to them. They turned to the engine and tried to get it on.

But then Rafe saw you. He whispered your name quietly, seeing your brother sobbing next to your unconscious body, his mind went to the worst possible thing.

You were dead, he thought. And it was all his fault.

He put the gun down, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on you.

Finally, the engine started back up and they were back to running. Tears filled his eyes as he watched the boat leave, running a hand through his hair.

“Y/n, please! Please wake up.” JJ continued.

“You gotta wake up.” John B mumbled.

You spit out some water, coughing and opening your eyes, putting a hand to your head.

“What the fuck happened?” You mumbled to yourself when JJ pulled you in for a hug, you struggling to sit up.

He had a hand on your back, helping you sit up now. You stared at him and the rest of them.

“Hi.” He said with a small laugh, wiping away the tears he had on his face.

“That’s the first time I think I’ve seen you cry for me.” You told him, a small smile playing on your face.

He laughed and rolled his eyes, just happy you were back.

“Always looking for attention, huh?” He teased you.

“Whatever it takes, right?”

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“How is he?”

“He’s stable. He’s sleeping. We have half power but will make the next port in three hours. I’ll have a doctor waiting.”

“Thank you.” Rose said.

“Can I see him?” Rafe asked.

“Yeah, sure yeah.”

“Wait right here, I’ll be right back.” Rose told Wheezie.

“Let me… let me talk to him.” Rafe told Rose, opening the door and shutting it.

“Hey, dad.”

“Hey.”

“You’re gonna be okay, it’s all gonna be good, all right? We did it. All this it is over. It all worked out. I got the cross. We got the gold. We got everything.”

But he didn’t have everything. He lost you in the process.

“We’re done. I got everything.” Rafe said with a small smile.

Ward shook his head. Rafe’s smile faltered.

Rafe knew what he meant, looking down. “We’ll find her. I’ll bring her back for this family. I promise. For our family, dad. It’ll be just like you wanted. But listen, while you’re down, I’m gonna step up.”

Ward nodded at his words.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna be a better man.” He took Wards hands in his, Rafes voice getting shaky.

“Just like you.”

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You helped John B, Pope and JJ pull the boat onto shore.

“Y/n, you alright there?” John B asked as you held your head, the spot where it had been bleeding before.

“Yeah. Just a little dizzy.” You shrugged it off.

“Okay, anyone know where we’re at?” JJ asked, you sitting down next to him.

“Deserted beach. Unknown island.”

“Alright, I’ll take that as a no.”

“Hey, I would rather be on this deserted beach that stuck on a boat my crazy ass ex boyfriend.” You said with a scoff.

“This is the lowest we can go.” Pope said, they all turned to him now. “We literally have nothing else to lose. The cross, gone.”

“The gold, gone.”

“Seriously, if we had a nickel for every time we got beat up, I’d say we’re at a dollar fifty.”

“That’s more than I got on me.”

“That somehow doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But I mean… we… we’ve had some good stuff happen, right?”

“Name something.” Pope said.

“Um… the boiler room.”

They all looked at him confused.

“What? If the boiler didn’t explode, I wouldn’t have gotten away from Rafe. I couldn’t have gotten the zodiac and gotten us out of here.”

“Well, because of the boiler room he held a gun to my temple and a knife to my throat. So… I wouldn’t say it’s the best thing.”

“You know what? Guys, this is it. This is the pogue life. We are in the Carribean. It’s our own little slice of paradise.”

“Yeah, a slice of paradise without a shower or bathroom, sure.” You mumbled.

“With my best friends, with my family, and with… y/n, I guess.”

You rolled your eyes at him, throwing some sand at him.

“Kidding. I wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone else.” He looked at Sarah.

“Look, and while you guys were complaining about every little thing…”

“Jj?”

“Hmm?”

“I was looking at those burly lefts.”

A smile spread across JJs face.

“There’s some slabs out there.”

“Just a few. Kie, you see that? I know you wanna get out there.”

“No boards.” She said.

“Well, we can bodysurf till we make some boards.”

“Lame.”

“Agreed with Kiara.” You pointed at her.

“Pope? Come on, man.”

“They do look pretty tasty.”

“Oh yes they do.”

“There’s nobody around. We could squat here for a bit.” Pope stood up.

“Kind of belongs to us now, huh?”

“You got a point.”

“Six way split?”

“Poguelandia.” JJ cut in, mocking a posh accent. “I claim thee poguelandia.” He leaned against a tree. “I like the ring of it. I’m gonna make a flag, it’s gonna have a chicken on it. With a coconut bra, smoking a J… in crocs.”

“I could use a J.” You sighed.

“Can we vote on this?”

“Let’s get to work. Let’s start working on provisions. Set up shop.”

JJ came over to you, “what do you say, sis?”

“I say this is by far the most stupid idea you’ve ever had, J.”

He tilted his head. “Welcome back to the pogue life.” He helped you stand up.

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tparker48 · 10 months

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Request for Zombie-Husky-Blog

Santa Monica was open for the summer as Diego took a trip downtown. His friends were waiting for him on the beach, sending him pictures of the waves as they crashed at the shore. "Those waves look great, wonder how big they are in person?"." He asked himself, looking out the window where a wall filled his view.

It stretched to the corner of the street, the sandy plain shining further ahead as the ocean waves battered the shore, people scattered like dots as umbrellas planted into the sand. Looks like the whole town's here, this should be fun.

He heard a groan as the driver turned to the side road, trucks blocking the way as their signals turned to a parking lot. "What the hell are trucks doing here?! Don't they know its a public road." The driver groaned. "Sorry guy, but I'm afraid I'll have to drop you off here."

"Thank you for the ride, I'll take it from here." Diego said, opening the car door to step out onto the sidewalk. He waved to the driver, before moving along the white wall. The beach must be of high demand today, he'd never seen so many cars in one place, let alone trucks.

A slope ended at the corner of the wall, cars lined up along the street as they stretched to a parking lot, trucks of many sizes filling them as drivers got out.

He's not getting in that way, the waves would be gone before he even set foot there. To the right of him, Stairs connected to a crosswalk, a trolley booth resting just along the side of the sandy path. It was a couple minutes shorter, but it was better than walking down toward the public entrance. He made his way down the stairs and waited at the booth, sitting along the bench as the sandy path stretched for a mile.

He sat there and he texted on his phone, letting Hank and the others know he was just around the corner. It wouldn't be long before he could feel the warm water between his toes.

Whistling rang from the air, a shadow blocking the sunlight from the glass window. He turned around to see a man standing above, a red cap placed on his head as a leaf logo stuck out in the front.

"Man oh man, it's hot as the desert out here. Got me working up a sweat." The man said.

Diego looked around, trying to find where he came from. "Can I help you?"

"Can you help me?" The man asked, curling his chin as he eyed him. "Well that depends in what way. You got transportation?"

"No. I'm waiting for the bus."

"Well I guess that answers my question, I was taking the bus myself."

"I see.." Diego said, smiling nervously as he looked at his phone. He wasn't in the mood for small talk, the sooner the bus came, the sooner he could hang out with his friends.

The man shifted as he moved toward the bench. Sitting down, the end of the metal board caved as Diego went airborne, landing on the man's round gut. "Sorry bout' that," He chuckled. "I don't seem to know my own weight nowadays."

Diego stammered as he retreated back to the bench, the damp sweat coating the man's tank top soaking into his clothes. The heck's up with this guy? "Hehe..right. Well you can have the seat, I can just-"

The bench rocked before tilting upward, Diego cushioning against the man as a meaty arm wrapped at his shoulder.

"Aw, don't give up your seat for little old me. The name's Rago, I'm a visitor in this here parts."

"Diego.." He grunted. "As much as I enjoy getting hugs, Rago, I would very much like to not be this close."

"Oh I think you and I are going to be more acquainted. I haven't eaten at all since I got off the truck, and you seem like a decent little treat."

Diego blinked upon the statement. "Hehehe..you mean the food at the beach right?"

"No.." Rago said, the hand along his shoulder pulling him close. "I mean you. I've been looking for potential preys, but the lot here are way too big to swallow. But you, I'd say you're the perfect size. At least with a few adjustments."

Diego felt his heart start to race, tugging the other way to release himself from Rago's grasp. Pulled closer, he felt a rumble as it vibrated his side, looking to Rago's stomach before looking up to his face.

"Purr's nice doesn't it? Just wait until you see the inside, it's gonna be-"

Diego elbowed Rago's side, a grunt escaping from him before he jumped off the bench. "Fuck the bus! You're talking way too much crazy for me to just sit here!" He yelled. Walking as he looked at the distant people along the shoreline.

"No problem, you go ahead and enjoy your time at the beach." Rago said. "It'll make for a good last experience before you're inside me."

Diego walked faster, turning into a sprint as he ran for the beach. He's gotta get away from this mad man. There's now way he's serious about eating him. But it didn't matter, the threat alone was enough to keep him running, adrenaline filling his legs to carry him to the far destination.

A mile away from the bus top, Diego stopped as he relaxed along the entrance of the building, sluggishly walking inside while he stopped to take a breath. He lost him, hopefully that was the last time he saw him.

A palm struck along his shoulder, startling him as he turned around. It was Hank, along with the others as they held their boards. "There you are man, We've been waiting for ya all day." Hank said.

"Sorry, had a bit of an issue while waiting for the bus."

"Huh, well certainly picked the time to take it, the sun's getting pretty hot out there" one of his friends said.

"But it's making the waves bigger!" the other chimed in.

He almost forgot about the waves, perhaps that would set his mind straight. "Well what are we waiting for , let's get surfing!"

Hank and the others cheered among themselves, grabbing their boards before they went toward the water. Diego followed along, looking back to the entrance and toward the long pathway. Snap out of it, he wouldn't try anything in a crowd like this. Just relax, and have fun at the beach. Taking a breath, he moved forward as he grabbed his board, letting the hot sand between his toes draw his attention as he went to the ocean.

Waves washed in from the distance, Diego paddling toward them as the watery hill began to rise. He turned his board toward the beach, getting to his feet as the waves began to crust. He bent his knees as a funnel formed overhead. The water turned navy blue as the sides turned brighter against the sun's glow, sparkling as they trickled to the rest of the body of water.

"That's what I'm talking about!" He shouted, placing a hand into the warm water as he moved out of the tunnel, and looked back to the others. Hank swayed on his board from a wave just near the shore, the other two surfing on another further out as they waved to him. "Looks like they're catching some good waves over there. I think I'll join them and-"

Whistling pierced the air, Diego'sbody freezing as he turned toward the shore. Crowds scattered along the beach, Swimmers splashing in the water while others relaxed beneath their umbrellas. Scanning the shoreline, a familiar face looked his way as he waved. He pointed at him before a hand reached for his gut, messaging over it slowly as he licked his lips.

Diego's heart started to pace, his breath heightening as his eyes never left their sight. "He's here?.." He muttered.

"Diego!" Hank yelled.

He turned around toward him. To the right, a wall of water rushed toward him, snapping him out of his trance as he slapped at the water to move, but was swept by its flow. He flew to the top of the crust, slamming into the water as he spun in place. When the water's strength loosened, he dragged his feet along shallow water, gasping as he got to the surface. He looked toward the shoreline for the man, eying the gap between the umbrellas where he saw him, but found nothing. "Where..where did?.."

"Diego!" Hank called for him, parking his board before he walked to him. "Are ypu alright? You hit that wave pretty hard?"

"Yeah..yeah I'm fine." He replied, making his way out the water. "Just a little light headed is all."

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Hank brought Diego over to one of the lounging chairs, adjusting the umbrella above while he got settled. "You should be fine here bud, We'll get you some more towels to dry you off."

They went off towards the storage room, disappearing intonthe locker room before crowds swarmed his view. Diego remained in the chair, head to the sky as his mind raced. He's somewhere around the beach, how the hell did he find me? He turned to the left and looked at the passing crowd, looking to their heads for the of his pursuer.

His eyes stung from the sun, clutching the umbrella as he moved it overhead. "Ugh this sun isn't helping one bit."

"Diego?" A waiter called, moving from chair to chair as they asked people sitting down. "Diego?"

"Yes? May I help you?" He asked.

"Ah, there you are. We have your order for you" the waiter lowered to Diego's side, placing a tray of a Cheeseburger with a drink and a frie.

"But I didn't order anything."

"It was a special request from someone you is what they wanted me to tell you." She said. "He also said to give you this note."

Diego was hesitant to reach for it. But he grabbed it and opened. "You took quite the wipeout out there, sweet dessert." It read. "Don't go passing out before I get to eat you. Treat yourself to some food on me, it's the least I can do before you're swimming in mine. Heart: Rago.

Diego's palm shook, dropping the note into the sand. He placed the tray into the waiters lap before he ran across the shoreline. She called to him, but her voice softened as he darted into the crowd. Umbrellas knocked into his body, the sand beneath him sinking as he nearly tripped into others. But he readjusted when he got to the wooden platform of the Beach, Restaurants and booths scattered around as he rides were active deeper within.

He has to find Hank and the others, before Rago gets to him first. But where does he go?

A figure brushed behind him, his body jolting as he swung at it. "Woah hey!" A man said, ducking beneath his stretch. "What where you're hitting!"

Diego reconciled, apologizing before he ran further into the area. His head started to hurt again, holding a hand to the air as he moved into shade. "This sun's getting on my nerves. How am I supposed to find Hank if I can't even think straight."

Whistling pierced through the air, carried by the wind as the rides followed it.

Diego looked behind to the alley way, but nothing was there. Where's it coming from? Is he in one of the buildings? Or in the walls?

The whistles grew louder, heavy steps clicking toward him. In a panic, he ran deeper into the Alley way, scanning the windows for any sign of movement. He saw a shadow from.the corner of his eye, but didn't look back as he turned he ran.

He tripped around the corner, noticing a bathroom to his left as he darted inside. Closing the door, he catched his breath, clenching his chest to urge his heart to stop beating.

Whistling returned, steps growing louder before a shadow casted beneath the door frame.

Diego held his breath, covering his mouth as he listened to the steps click past. When they grew softer, he held it for a bit longer, slowly lowering his hand before silence followed. Was..was he gone? He leaned off the door, his hand pulling out his phone to text Hank a message.

The door kicked open, knocking Diego to the ground as he slid to the far wall.

Rago laughed as he filled the frame. "Did you think the little bathroom trick would work? Sorry little treat, but prey before you have already tried that." He said. "And failed doing so."

Diego massaged at his back, getting to his knees as he eyed Rago. He leapt forward toward the door, using the wall to push himself between his legs.

A snag dragged on his ankle, a fist clenching at it before his body hoisted off the ground, and Rago's gut filled the view.

"Oh no, you're not getting out that way." Rago chuckled, closing the door before locking it.

Diego dangled as Rago walked to the walls, the cold tile meeting his back. "What do you want from me?!"

Rago smirked, leaning forward as the gut smothered into his face. Its surface was like dough, his flesh molding his face deep as musky skin coated his nostrils. "I already told you what I want. You, nice and tucked inside my gut. Ooo, I can hardly wait to feel you kicking in there."

Rago's weight shifted as the wall leaned closer, his bubbled flesh covering Diego's nose before covering over his mouth. He placed a palm along the side of the belly, hoisting the thick muscle off, but barely as it bumped to the side of his face. "You expect me to believe I'm going there! Your mouth's barely big enough to fit my head in, let alone my shoulders!"

"You're right, it would be difficult to swallow you as you are. Fortunately, I have the perfect solution to that.." He paused for a moment, clenching his fist as a numbing sensation traveled through Diego.

It quickly expanded, racing up his body like electricity before warmth replaced it. Rago's gut seemed to be growing bigger, its round form climbing over his face like a balloon. But the bathroom was getting wider too, the ceiling zooming out before more flesh replaced it. Rago wasn't getting bigger, he was getting smaller!

The sensation quickened, Diego’s size taken away with each pulse that traveled through his body. He became smaller as his head fell into the funnel of the belly button, Rago's palm flattening as the rest of his body was encased within its flap. The flesh was as tight as a truck tire, Gurgles lingering deep inside.

"Much better." Rago said, a sense of smugness added behind it. His belly moved from the walls, compacting against Diego as it gummed at his body. "Aww look at that, my belly button’s chewing on it’s snack. I should take a picture."

A finger prodded at his back, swirling around his body like a brush against wet paint before he smothered him deeper. Receding, fingers plucked at Diego’s leg as he was brought up to Rago's face. This must be a dream, it has to be!

His tongue drawed out, a smirk drawing from the corner of his face as he wet his lips. His maw opened heavily, a heated fog flowing into Diego as the large tongue greeted him with a lick. It was warm, slimy as it dragged across his torso.

There was no doubt about it, this wasn't a dream at all, but rather, a nightmare.

Another lick struck his torso, dragging him slowly from the back of the tongue before the tip flicked at his head. Rago huffed as he suckled on his tongue, swallowing before he hovered Diego over head. "Any last words, sweet dessert?"

Diego's mind began to race, gazing at the abyss inside the massive cavern. He was about to be eaten, by the hands of some stranger he just met. When the fingers shook at his body, he reacted as he pounded at the thick digits. "Let me go!"

Rago’s smirk grew wider, a chuckle escaping from him. "Very poor choice of words."

Rago's fingers let go, Diego now airborne as he fell front first along the tongue. It was like a slide, hastening him down with quick speed. He tried to cling to it, but saliva coating it made his fingers tip too slick to gain friction. When the gullet approached, he reached for the dangling uvula above, clinging to it for dear life.

The tongue rose, raking him off with a swipe as he yelled for help.

Glrrk!

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Rago stood in the middle of the bathroom, focusing on Diego sliding into his gullet like a grape. "Not too bad, Diego, you taste pretty good." He commented.

He took slow gulps as his throat jiggled rhythmically, a small lump extruding from the middle of his neck before it descended into his collar bone. Wriggling came from his stomach, swirling around walls like a fish in a bowl before a breath compressed it. He stood pridefully as he gazed at his stomach, little hills of flesh nudging outward, but were buried too quickly. "Hmph, I go out of my way to shrink you and you can;t even make a bulge at that size. That's not gonna fly.."

He arched his fingers into a circle, widening its gap as movement stirred inside. His stomach expanded an inch, swelling as he watched its round edge push out from beneath his chest. Muffles started to form, a faint outline of a hand bulging out from his gut, a small face poking out from it before Rago smothered it with a palm.

“There, now I can hear ya loud and clear." He smiled, rubbing his belly in firm strokes, sloshing resonating inside as Diego shouted. A ring suddenly sounded through the room, a shining light below where a phone stuck out from the sink. "What have we here?"

He picked up the phone and looked at the screen, already unlocked as a text appeared below. "Where are you man? We can't find you at the chairs." It read.

"So you have some friend's." He said, his smile returning. "Well this just got interesting. I've got some time to kill before I depart, so let's say we pay them a visit."

He opened the door and left for the beach, taking Diego's phone as he texted Hank back.

It was gonna be a while before he was scheduled to leave, so he decided to take a tour of the place and grab some food. He sat down at a burger restaurant as he sat in one of the booths. It was a tight squeeze to get through the thin gap, but snug enough to let him enjoy the company of his now captured prey.

"Hello sir, what would you.." The waiter paused as they looked at his belly, Rago looking down himself as a palm pushed out from his belly.

“Pay no mind to that. It's just a tattoo I got there" he winked. “I'd like a triple cheese burger with a large shake, make it thicc for me."

The waiter pondered to themselves as they held their pen, writing down his orders before they moved away.

"I made you a promise didn't I? I said I was gonna have you swimming in the food you ate. Since you discarded your own, I don't mind sharing mine."

A bell rang from the door, three guys entering as one of them looked at their phone, their gaze meeting Rago's as they approached. So these must be Diego's friends. Scrawny bunch, wouldn't be good for tooth picks.

"Are you Rago?" Henry asked.

"The one and only.." he tipped his cap. "And you must be Diego's friends. Hank wasn’t it?"

"You said you found Diego’s phone in the bathroom, where did he go?"

Stirring moved from his gut, Rago playing it off as he placed his arm on top of it. "I don't know, I only saw him enter. But I can help you find him. I saw where he went."

"Where?"

"We'll get to that. But first.." He extended a hand to the air, the waiter gave him a tray and he brought his food to the table. "Papa needs some grub. Think you can spot me?"

Hank eyed him upon the request, but agreed as he handed the waiter the money.

He smiled at the gesture, extending a hand towards the opposite side of the booth, Hank obliged as the others sat down with him. "Your friend seemed to be running from someone, he ran past me when he went to the bathroom." Rago said.

"Who?"

Rago paused as he picked up his burger, biting it to the middle before he pulled back to chew. With a heavy swallow, it moved at a snail's pace as it traveled to his stomach, upsetting Diego as he mushed around the meaty contents.. "It was someone big, and very good looking I must say. But I Didn't get much else." He sipped at his shake, slouching back as his gut compressed into the table. "All I know is that he was in a hurry to get away. And with that-"

His stomach jolted forward, sliding the booth table toward Diego's friend. Pinching his fingers, he leaned forward as he pulled the table back, and his belly shrunk. "Sorry about that, been having hiccups since a snack earlier."

"Listen, I get that you want to dine first, but we have a friend we have to find. Now if you know where he is, please tell us so we can help him."

Quick and to the point, this'll be interesting. Rago chuckled before he got up from his chair, stuffing the rest of his burger into his mouth before he grabbed his shake. "Alrat, then we batta na was ma time" he garbled, swallowing the last of his burger. "It'll kill some time before I leave town."

He ushered them to follow as he exited the Restaurant. Taking off to the far alley where he ate-..found Diego.

He took them toward the bathroom, recently used as the door held open. He told them that there was a tussle inside, but he didn't get to see who. It happened so fast, that by the time he got there, all.that was left was the phone. Taking them toward the beach, he guided them back to his seat and told him when he started to run. But it appears that wasn't enough to convince Hank.

"This doesn't make any sense, Diego said he saw someone big and heavy, and all the descriptions you gave us have been off."

He was perceptive, he'll give them that. "I swear to you, those are all the places I remember him going. On my life as A truck driver."

"That's good enough!" Hank yelled. His fist shaking as his breath grew heavy. Another friend approached, placing a palm along his shoulder as he calmed down. "S-sorry..I just want to know where he is."

Rago struggled to hold back as Diego stirred within, if only he knew just how close he was, Hidden away by his fat. "Listen, I get what you're saying, but those are all the places I know he went. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll radio some fellow truckers to see if they'll find him."

"That..would be helpful. Thank you Rago."

He held back his grin, wiping at the side of his face. "Sure."

He made his way to the staircase along the side of the beach, trucks parked along the walls as they faced the street. Rago went toward a red one that sat beneath a tree, opening the driver's side as he got in. He fiddled with the radio, messing with the knob as static rang through the truck before he looked at Hank and the others below.

"Sorry I couldn't help much in finding your friend, the old noggin' doesn't work like they used to."

"We're sure we'll find him. We just gotta keep looking."

Yeah.." Rago said, turning the ignition on. "You know, now that I think of it, there is one place we haven't checked for him." Rago said.

“Really? Where?”

He pointed at his chest as he hunched over the edge of the window, Gagging as he heaved at his stomach. Hank stared as he and the other two stepped back, cautious in case he threw up. But Rago only smirked, the awaiting lump in his throat returning before it pushed into his mouth. "Aaah!" He opened his mouth, chewed bits of burger scattered upon the tip of his tongue. And on top, would be Diego, covered in melted ice cream as it spilled over his back.

"Diego?" Hank's eyes widened.

"Hank! Hank, you have to help me! Don't let him-" Diego's voice was cut off, the food covered tongue splatting against him as it reeled back into his mouth. Rago tilted his head back, an outline of Diego gliding along his neck, before he disappeared into his body.

Rago belched, pounding at his chest. “Man that hit the spot. He's almost as spicy as that burger." He chuckled, leaning into his seats as he pulled the lever on the wheel. "Thanks for paying the food boys." He waves to them, rolling up the window before the truck departed.

He looked in the corner mirror to them, their shocked expression froze on their face before they disappeared behind the butt of the truck. "Your friends were almost as gullible as you are Diego." Rago commented, widening his finger as his stomach grew.

A hand extended out from his gut, pushing as hard as it can as if it tempted to pop it. "Hank! guys!"

"Your friends won't help you here. They're still back in the parking lot. It's just you and me now, little treat." Rago said.

Diego muffled from inside his prison, his gut dancing as bulges ringed around it. Rago only moaned, hugging at his gut with an arm as he heaved it close. "Don't worry, you may not be seeing them again, but you're gonna meet a lot more on the road. Chicken, green peas, and of course good old mash potatoes.” he chuckled. “They're even close by, just within the mile."

"You can't keep me in here!"

"Of course I can." Rago soothed through voice, his stomach rebounding as he let go of it. "After all, you're part of my belly now."

He pressed his foot on the gas, the truck purring before the wheels began to squeak. And so he went on about his day along the road, his mouth watering for more food to eat as food raced on his mind. But it was nothing compared to his now permanent guest, safe and tucked in his stomach to aid in his boredom.

#oral vore #shrink

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ghostiiess · 7 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - date with regie!

pov: going to restaurant with your boyfriend regie!

warnings: some swears here and there, mention of the word ‘sexy’ and regie compliments y/n, hands on the thighs, kisses, mention of a sugar mommy (he wants you as a sugar mommy since he’s ‘broke’), i think that’s all? Let me know if there’s more!

type: wholesome

member: regie macalino from nsb

REBLOGS AND LIKE ARE VERY APPRECIATED!

Regie is nonchalant.

If you don’t know what nonchalant mean, let me give the definition (from google)

« feeling or appearing casually calm and relaxed; not displaying anxiety, interest, or enthusiasm. »

Which is true, because regie’s really like that. He is nonchalant 😍 he even have an university with this name, remember?

(More under the cut!)

So, you weren’t surprised when your man texted you at 9:34pm on a tuesday night:

« Hi, get ready in 30, imma come pick u up 4 a date at the house, hope u r not sleeping lol»

« Btw, wear something sexy »

« So wear what you want since ur always sexy, ok bye ily »

After getting ready and everything, your boyfriend knocked on your door, not expecting his jaw to be dropped-

You were so stunning.

When i say his jaw dropped, i mean it

His heart started beating faster, he knew you were already sexy and beautiful and everything, but not like THAT

Like this was another step for regie

« Holy shit.. »

« Damn baby, you look so fucking good, omg… »

« You look stunning, babe, wow… you’re so cute »

Ofc, he kissed you

« we should stop here, bc there is absolutely no way I’ll be able to control myself if we continue our lil’ make out session »

Ok, regie

You are making regie weak in the knees 🤪

You should be proud of yourself, because regie’s nonchalant, and this man do not get weak in the knees that easily

So you guys went to a restaurant (bc i lack of inspiration and also bc date restaurant are cute too)

As you all know, this man is a gentleman

He opened the car door for you, closed it, did the same thing when you guys arrived at the restaurant

He even opened the restaurant door for you

« After you, baby »

Oh and please, do not let me forget to say that his hands were on your thighs during all the road time

If you do not feel comfortable with this, just know he’ll stop doing it, but if you like it??? Bye, you will never be able to be in the same car with him and not have his hands on you

Yes, even with the guys 😆

Anyways, back to the restaurant

Both of your arms were on a side of the table, holding each other’s hands

His fingers were caressing the top of your hand

Regie knows how to make us weak 😍🫣

“You look so good tonight, baby..”

“I mean, you always look stunning, but tonight.. holy fuck”

During the date, you both talked about your day, how work was going for both of you, the lastest news and dramas… literally everything haha

And this man could not stop complimenting you over your clothes, how you looked, how great you were doing at your job, how cute you were, like this man was being soft and all cutie cutie

When it was time to pay, this man did not want to let you pay

“I gotchu babe, dw ‘bout it”

You were like “no, i can pay, you always pay, anyways can i pay for once?”

And he was like “hummm…. No! 😇”

The worst part? He’s saying “I’m broke, baby” and “i need a sugar mommy, y/n, please buy me things” like ok, we can do that i guess, but HE’S NOT EVEN LETTING US BUYING STUFF FOR HIM, LIKE FHVCUGFGB-

When it was time to drive you back home, he was super happy (not bc he was going to end the date, but bc he was so happy of the date with you)

When he walked you towards your home door, he did like in every movie:

💃🚶‍♂️ (sorry i didn’t find an emoji where the girl was standing on the left and looking at the right)

“We should do it more often… Going on dates randomly like that”

He smiled so much this night

And his smile, omg his smile

ITS SO PRECIOUS

“ i am so happy to have you as my girlfriend, y/n”

Then he kissed you

“I love you baby, ill text u when I’ll be home”

And this is what complete the headcanon, hope you guys liked it!! (I didn’t know how to end it, sorry)

Taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you’d like to be added!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

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sweetbabymantykes · 7 months

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Actually, Dhelmise isn't a single celled organism, that's a common misconception. Seaweed is a macroalgae, which is a multicellular form of algae. Single celled marine algae are diatoms, too tiny to see with the naked eye and also kinda what glass comes from I think?? I dunno I only know about the big stuff.

That said, research is still being done in regards to what type of seaweed Dhelmise should be classified as. While it seems many will develop a preference for green algae, it's rare for them to consist of that alone; most will still have traces of brown and red algae, and records exist of specimens that opted more for those than the usual green. Oh, but no correlation has been found between algae type and their color, I should mention— trying to figure out how and why exceedingly rare red Dhelmise form is an entirely different can of Orthworms, let me tell you. (Not as difficult as finding a way to ghost and anchor-proof a pokébean container, though...)

The issue is already complex just by virtue of the fact that they technically consist of multiple different organisms in the genetic sense, such as, say, both dead man's fingers and giant kelp. It's like trying to classify lichens. The real kicker is that the species consistently shares the same general body plan and shape, even between populations that primarily utilize entirely different types of macroalgae.

In fact, depictions of them from hundreds of years ago, when they were first encountered by sailors, share a remarkable amount of similarity in basic shape. Though, they did apparently vary in size to a greater degree; some used rocks and driftwood and would be small compared to today's average, usually described as shorter than a human. Others may have made use of entire Wailmer and Wailord falls— perhaps the remains of their unfortunate prey— if some other depictions and descriptions from those times are to be believed. (It is important to take into account the possibility of embellished stories and the like, as interesting as the latter sounds...)

Dhelmise really are quite the mystery, even among other ghost types! It still isn't well understood what causes them to form in the wild to begin with. We know from captive individuals that they are capable of asexual reproduction through fragmentation, similar to many other types of seaweed, but that creates genetic clones and wouldn't explain the diversity amongst wild populations. The prevailing theory involves souls lost at sea, but there is little conclusive evidence to support that.

Ah, I should probably stop rambling on about this now, though. I tend to get a bit carried away, which is weird given how I used to not be interested at all in this sort of thing... What getting reverse chosen by your first Pokémon while visiting family on the coast does to a mfer. Sorry 'bout the wall of text!

I feel like a fraud. I got a fact about aquatic pokemon wrong. It's fine, it's fine, I can still keep my reputation, Dhelmise isn't a water type, it's a grass type. And I actually don't know that much about kelp to begin with, so I guess that's what my problem is, haha.

That aside, man. I could listen to people tell me about other pokemon forever, don't apologize! My sister is really into ghost types but she's not really chatty, either, so it's really nice to hear about them from someone else. Previous Johto anon in a fight with your dad- give this a read! Everyone else, too, I had no idea about their historical 'chains'...

#pokemon #irl pokemon #pokemon irl #asks #dhelmise

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mexicangela · 1 year

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everyone’s up in arms about even the idea of moving henry to richmond and, in reality, this sort of thing happens all the time in real life. life happens, families have to move for work, kids have to move because of divorce and custody battles, what have you. anyway that’s not really the whole point of this post.

the point of this post is to call attention to the fact that no one’s big mad about dutch guy having a young daughter who’s life would be uprooted if he and rebecca are to be long term. and the truth is it’s because we don’t really care about her. we didn’t see her onscreen until the very end and she was only mentioned in 3.06 so we don’t care about her the way we care about henry. maybe that sounds a bit cruel, but when it comes to media we work with what we’re given.

and, by that logic, how are we meant to believe that ted has a support system in place in kansas? we never saw it. never even heard him mention a current friend or other family aside from dottie that lives in kansas. how are we to know the life he had before richmond? besides, of course, the marriage he shared with a woman who played the “it’s not you, it’s me” card (“but actually it was you, you’re too much for me to handle sorry ‘bout it”). i can only assume they shared many, if not all, of the same friends and if ted went to the uk, then who would they have remained friends with? the logical answer is michelle. and, generally, you can have good friends in one place but when you go to another place you can drift apart. it’s human nature. so why should we think ted has a support system that isn’t all the way across the ocean?

and to talk on that point: that ted still has a support system, it’s just long distance now. well, it isn’t the same is it? talking over the phone or texting people isn’t the same as being able to see their faces, being able to reach out and hug them or take their hand. it’s incredibly difficult to have someone who is part of your support system who also lives so far away from you. it’s devastating, actually. because you know they love you and you know they’re there for you, but you can’t touch them, you can’t hug them, you can’t feel their presence in the same way. it’s really fucking hard to love someone so much from so far away and to want nothing more than to feel their arms around you or hear their voice right there in front of you or see the care in their eyes. god, it fucking sucks.

so, yes, i also understand ted’s need to be with henry.

and also i have my reservations because what parent thinks it’s just a chill thing to do to pin all your happiness on your child and expect them to fulfill you like that? what kind of messed up complexes can that create? i’d never want my parents to sacrifice their happiness for me. in fact, i resent my parents for sacrificing their happiness because they thought i needed a nuclear family model when really i just needed happy parents. that’s not to say that’s what everyone needs, it’s just how i personally relate to it.

in the end, i just wish i could’ve seen ted with an expression of genuine happiness on his face and not that “at peace” or whatever it was look in his eyes. i mean, you can be at peace that someone you love has died, but you certainly aren’t happy about it.

this was supposed to end after my point about boat man’s daughter but i got carried away because i love ted so much and i’m worried about him. 😭

#ted lasso tv #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #rebecca welton #boat man #3.12 #so long farewell #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso finale #i’m not trying to fight anyone #so if you disagree pls ignore #or pls don’t be rude about it #theodore lasso #my love #my life #i think you deserved so much more

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whatisreggieshortfor · 11 months

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Rivalries Don’t Make Friends

AJ x MC

@perfectlysunny02 i finally did it.

(Before anyone says it- I know AJ plays field hockey. My bestie verified it for me- but I wanted to expand the available choices so she plays ice hockey here.)

AJ knew the trouble of falling for a member of the rival team.

It was not something you should do, a betrayal against the loyalty of your own team if the rivalry between the teams was strong enough.

But there’s a flaw in the design of things like rivalries.

They only work when you can see the other person’s face.

The team had convinced her to go out after a match, just a simple night at the pub after a match as they tossed back a few pints. AJ wasn’t a heavyweight when it came to drinking, but she knew her limits and danced right along them, even as she actually danced along the floor with her teammates. Tai had just finished spinning under his arm when she collided with another body clustered with friends, “Whoa- I’m so sorry!” AJ giggled sheepishly, Tai falling back with the team to watch the scene unfold, “I should know better than to get on the dance floor after a few pints. My feet never cooperate.”

The absolutely gorgeous babe in front her smirked, hands holding AJ’s arms from catching her in the stumble, “Didn’t think anything could knock away your stability- not with the way you move on the ice.”

AJ blinked, surprised even as more giggles escaped, “Are you a Manchester Thunder fan?” Something about the woman’s face was tickling a memory in her hazy mind, like she was familiar.

“You could say I’m more of a Liverpool Blaze fan, myself.”

AJ gasped, “Rooting for the enemy??”

The girl chuckled, shaking her head, “But I am a fan of yours, Jones.”

AJ felt her cheeks flush. Sure, she knew she had fans, but most were men who just liked the sport or the type of women you’d see body checking a stranger over some petty argument. She had never met a fan so… effervescent. So beautiful. “You seem to have me at a disadvantage.” AJ offered instead, watching as amusement danced in her gaze.

“Sunna.” The girl grinned, “My name is Sunna. How bout you let take you for a dance to make up for running into me?” Sunna winked, “I doubt the big man is your boyfriend, I’ve heard it’s bad luck to date within your team.” Hearing a snort, AJ could see one of the women from her group just behind her nudging the couple next to her. Ordinarily she’d wonder what that meant, why she nudged them when she mentioned dating teammates- but AJ was distracted. Sunna’s hands were warm on hers, and the shimmering colors in her hazel eyes had AJ’s tipsy mind locked in a trance. So she let herself be led into a dance, “Yeah, there’s a couple on my team that actually split, but Levi and Lucy are too competitive to let it stop them,” she offered offhandedly, spinning and twirling and holding Sunna as the hours creeped on, before suddenly Tai was making his way over.

“AJ, we’re glad you’re having a good time and all, but Gary is itching to get home before he hurls up his pints and we got practice tomorrow.”

The blonde felt a wave of disappointment, but Sunna gave her a smile, “I hope you’ll let me get your number first. I go back without it, Angie and Miles will never stop prattling on about it.”

So that night, AJ left with her number, and a date on the books. Levi and Lucy wouldn’t stop teasing her about it, jokingly poking fun at how much she would blush any time a text came in. And their teasing got worse as the days went on and more dates were ticked off. A drink, a dinner, a movie, eventually they scheduled for date number five after AJ’s next game. She couldn’t wait, no relationship had ever felt so right. Sunna understood her passion, mirrored her energy- she didn’t believe in soulmates, but if they existed then Sunna was hers.

Sunna had never cared for rivalries, none of her teammates did. Sure, they played their hardest in every game because they could get competitive, but the idea of one specific team being their target to beat in a season never made sense. She had a regularly ongoing competition with Oliver and Talia at practice, they took shots at her goal and she had to block. If they made the shot more times than she saved the block then she had to buy them a pint, and if she blocked more than they made they had to buy one for her. Angie and Jake would laugh at them as they practiced themselves. The other players would often complain to Tom, but even as the owner of the team he let them do as they pleased no matter how much it agitated their coach, Graham didn’t appreciate it but he could admit they were efficient when the time came. But Liverpool Blaze wasn’t known for being just efficient. They were ruthless on the ice. During games it was like they were different people. On the ice none of them batted an eye at bloodshed, their enforcers were brutal and their defense was impossible to get passed. Off the ice Jake was sweet and off writing bad poetry or making sure the team ate well, Oliver could often be found playing with his cat or looking at books from his grandmother in Malaysian culture. Talia was pulling pranks that no one could avoid being the target of, Angie would be making snarky comments and helping Talia. Sunna was never what someone expected when her uniform came off- gone was the laser focus that never let anything stray by her, no grace as she moved. Her teammates called her a bubbly fountain of terrible humor, much like her brother Bruno.

But as much as they gave their all, rivalries weren’t an interest. They played because they loved the sport, winning was a bonus. Every member of the team and staff knew that-

Which is why Tom looking as anxious as he did at the locker room as they dressed was out of the ordinary.

Sunna nodded her head to him, dropping the braid she’d been securing and raising an eyebrow as her teammates all watched curiously, “What’s going on, Tommy boy?”

“Nothing.” He said quickly, far too quickly for it to be the truth.

Sunna scoffed a laugh, crossing her arms as she eyed him critically, “You look like you did that time you strapped on skates and Jakey checked you into the glass.”

Tom’s already pale face lost even more color at the mention, hand instinctively shooting up to rub at the shoulder that had taken the brunt of that impact, “Just a… friendly wager. With the owner of the Manchester Thunder.”

“Hamish?” Talia cackled, “You hate that guy! You always say- what is it?”

“That he’s the you that grew up with freedom?” Angie offered, Talia snapping her fingers at the phrase.

Tom gaped, sputtering in response, “I don’t hate him! He’s just rather- he can be chaotic!”

“Weird to bet on the championship,” Oliver offered with a wry grin, “That’s the biggest choking day for players.” Tom squeaked in response.

“What did you bet him exactly?” Jake questioned curiously.

“That we’d be the winner, obviously.”

“Okay…” Oliver nodded, “But what did you actually bet him?”

Tom sighed, adjusting his neck tie- the same tie he wore to every game, “He bet his watch against my tie.”

Sunna snorted, not caring to cover her face as she laughed, “I’m sorry- that watch that you said cost more than my flat? Against your tie? Why your tie?”

“It’s my lucky tie.” He pouted, staring at the monstrosity of color. It had been paired with his actual present as a joke gift- chosen by his players during the holidays one season, Sunna was actually the one that presented the gift to him. It was a mesh of plaid and swirls, nearly every color in the rainbow crammed into it, and it matched almost nothing he wore- but Tom had always cared for it more than anything else he wore, because they had taken the time to get it for him.

Sunna sighed, a smile playing at her lips, “Suppose we need to win then. Gotta save your special tie, don’t we?”

The rest of the team laughed to themselves as they moved about dressing into their pads and jerseys, putting on their gloves and helmets. Tom may have been an odd man to decide to buy an ice hockey team after the life he grew up with, but they were endeared with him all the same.

It didn’t occur to Sunna until her skates hit the ice, face guard firmly in place and helmet strapped and tightened, she was damn near at her place on the goal line before she realized whose team Hamish owned.

Angie howled with laughter when Talia looked Sunna’s way before the ref dropped the puck, “You better not go easy just because your little crush, Kaminski!”

Sunna smirked, whipping her glove off long enough to flip her the bird before the game commenced.

And both teams gave the entire match their all, the only opponents in the league that could keep up with each other. Angie would score, and then a player would manage to slip the puck past Sunna, until the final seconds sat on the clock. Talia had gotten Liverpool up by one as the last ten seconds slowly ticked down, and Sunna recognized the player racing her way.

The words left her lips, puck knocked safely away just as the buzzer rang out, “Thought you had a slicker slap shot than that, Jones.” AJ’s head snapped over as the crowd screamed, Sunna pulling her helmet off to let her braid fall over her shoulder. She was trying to joke, engage in the banter she had grown accustomed to on their dates, but the blonde’s face clouded in anger.

“What?? You’re that Kaminski!?”

Sunna blinked, unaware of the tension that was clearly piled up on AJ’s shoulder, “Uh, well, yeah- is it that important?”

“Is it-“ The cheering crowd could almost overpower her shouting voice if they hadn’t still been so close, AJ’s face was red with rage, “You don’t think it’s important to know you play against me?? Have you just been dating me to get tips to use against us!?”

Sunna’s teammates had been cheering, heading her way to celebrate when they caught wind of AJ’s angry yells. The brunette girl reached out, some mix of confusion and regret in her face, but the blonde slapped her hands away, “AJ-“

“No!” She snapped, “Dating rivals is the forbidden rule! Right up there with a teammate’s ex!” She sped away off the ice before Sunna could respond.

Angie raced over with Jake, but Sunna just shook her head, giving them a glassy eyed smile, “Guess we saved Tommy’s tie, huh?”

“Sun,” Jake started, but she shrugged him off.

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” she laughed with no humor, “Rivalries- they always gotta ruin the great love stories, huh?”

AJ felt like an idiot for not connecting the dots sooner- of course it had to be that Kaminski, what were the chances there was another that understood the intricacies of the sport she’d loved for so long? Levi and Lucy wouldn’t stop giving her shit, making practices in the following days feel like they dragging on even longer. Hamish had always joked with their coach that AJ needed to burn off extra energy, even after practice, but now she just felt tired. Tai was growing more and more worried about her, and Gary was starting to pick it up, too. She didn’t have any excuses to tell them to stop their worry, because truth was she knew it was her fault. Rivalries are supposed to go two ways, but Liverpool had never cared. When the teams would have their tit for tat prank wars, the Blaze only ever responded. They never instigated.

When she had joined the team the feud was at a full blown scale, and she could remember how excited Hamish got when Liverpool was bought by Tom- only to be let down when he made trades. Tom let go of veteran players in Liverpool to trade and draft, until the team was the unstoppable force on the ice they are now. Sunna and Angie and Talia and Jake and Oliver were all recruits he had brought the team. But the new team didn’t care to keep it going, no matter what Manchester did.

So why did AJ let it be such a big deal to her?

Why did Manchester care so much more about this imaginary feud than Liverpool did?

The simple answer was that she didn’t know.

The complicated one involved the mistake she had clearly made.

AJ spent hours, memorizing every piece of information about every member of Sunna’s team. She had never looked into them before, only ever catching their faces on fan posters and things, so she hadn’t made the connection until Sunna had pulled her helmet off at the game. But now the more she learned, the more she realized how wrong she had been. Oliver worked with nursing homes on his time off- Jake offered free meals to the homeless. Angie was a volunteer paramedic with the fire department- Talia wrote music reviews for bands that were just trying to get their start, helping a lot of them get their big break with her name attached to praise about their demos.

And don’t even get AJ started on Sunna. Animal shelters, soup kitchens with Jake, running grief support groups, a professional stand up comedian for a brother. She couldn’t find a single thing she didn’t like.

And she had fucked it up.

Stumbling upon the team at another pub hadn’t been in her plan, but she couldn’t have raced to the table any faster without mowing people down.

But Angie cut in as soon as she opened her mouth, “Sorry, mate. This table is reserved for Liverpool Blaze players, ya know, since you need to be told specifically.”

Ouch, but she deserved that. The one she recognized as Talia shot up from where she’d been making heart eyes at Oliver, eyes narrowing with a blaze when she recognized her, “Oh, the damage in the rink wasn’t enough?”

“Come on, guys,” Oliver intervened, “You know Sunna wouldn’t want you giving her grief over it.”

“Just because Sunna is a pushover when she cares about someone doesn’t mean we are.” Angie shot back.

Oliver putting up his hands in surrender before he looked at AJ, “She’s not here. Probably with Jake again.”

AJ felt her mind swirl with what that could mean, knowing that any of the possibilities were her own fault, “Has she… has she talked about me? At all?”

“Ha,” Talia scoffed, “Wouldn’t shut up about you before. Now she barely says a word. Only Bruno and Jake can get her mouth moving.”

Again, the possibilities swirled at the word choice, but AJ had focus, “I- I need to talk to her. I wanted to apologize- I can’t mess this up again.”

Angie glared at her, “We’ll pass along the message.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, understanding of their anger but annoyed they were ignoring Sunna’s wishes to be civil, “You don’t even have a clue, do you?”

“A-about what?” AJ felt a deep pang of worry that he was about to confirm her worst scenario thoughts.

But he just shook his head with a sigh, “The way she would look at you. I mean, even just a picture of you. She’ll prang on about how moony Talia and I get- but when she looks at you… did you ever feel the way she did?”

AJ wanted to cry.

She had always thought her dates were the problem, that they were the reason a second date never happened. But Sunna had unlocked something of her that she threw away.

Her dates weren’t the problem. She was.

Racing through stoplights, AJ sped to Sunna’s flat- remembering it from their dinner date. Fist slamming into the wood, she was absolutely not prepared for a shirtless man to answer.

“Oh, hello, AJ.”

She blinked, eyes readjusting and focusing on his face. Jake. She felt her shoulders slump, “Hi, uh, sorry for interrupting your date. I’ll just-“

“Date?” He quirked a brow, confusion painting on his face in heavy strokes as he pulled on the shirt he held in his hands that didn’t quite fit him right, “My girlfriend is at temple, what do you-“ His eyes widened, recognition finally flitted through his irises, “Oh! Oh, you want to speak to Sunna? Uh, come in, come in.”

Jake grabbed her hand, pulling her over the threshold before she could stop him, and another male voice caught her attention immediately, “Sunny, mate, these are my best jokes. Something’s gotta make you laugh eventually.”

“Not really,” Sunna’s voice drifted over from the living room, “I’m sorry. I know you guys are trying, I’m just…”

“Bummed? Heartbroken? Too lost in love to cheer up even though your hilarious brother came all the way here?”

“You literally live down the hall, you prat.”

“Semantics.”

“You should shut up. Running your mouth already distracted you enough to spill oil on Jake’s shirt.”

Jake cleared his throat, watching their heads swivel his direction before their eyes landed on AJ, “Sunna has a visitor.”

Bruno narrowed his eyes, but stayed silent as the blonde tentatively waved, “Hi… I wanted to say sorry. I never should’ve blown up on you like that. I spent… a lot of time on our dates talking up the rivalry- why would you want to tell me after that? I didn’t make it easy for you- and- and I don’t actually care, ya know? I don’t care what team you play for because you still play and you love it and you understand why I love it and-“

Sunna clamped a hand over AJ’s mouth, the blonde had been rapidly talking and hadn’t even noticed her approach, but Sunna kept her hand in place, “I’m going to let go, and I need you to tell me the broiler plate reason of why you’re here, okay? I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

Slowly and gently, Sunna peeled her hand from her face, and as soon as it was cleared AJ spoke again, “I want you to give me another chance.” Sunna’s hand finally dropped all the way to her side, vaguely aware that her best mate was forcing her brother out into the hall as her mouth fell open and hope sparkled in her eyes. AJ took hold of her hands, “Please. Give me another chance, I promise I won’t mess this up again.”…”I promise I’ll try not to mess this up again.”

Sunna laughed, how could it have only been a week since AJ heard that sound and yet it still felt like she was coming home to hear it now? “Another chance, then.”

(A few months later, at the banquet to start the following season, AJ and Sunna arrived together. And by the end of the night, Hamish had finally agreed to trade Levi and Lucy away to Jasper- the bottom team in the league- after Lucy had targeted Sunna for ‘accidental collisions’ throughout the night after Levi had tried flirting with her. AJ couldn’t figure out why Lucy was annoyed, Sunna wasn’t her girlfriend, but at least they’d be gone.)

Masterlist

#litg #litg AJ #litg angie #litg jake #litg oliver #litg talia #litg tai #litg levi #litg lucy #litg gary #litg bruno #litg AJ x mc #no villa au #rivals to lovers #rivals #ice hockey au

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pumpkinsy0 · 5 months

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Helo Pumkinsy0!!!

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I was wondering if i could get Pony + Curly headconnons? That's if you have not done it yet?

Like what if they accidentally find a child/baby abandoned and keep it?

What if they could get married?

If they could buy a house what house would the get? A mobile home , a little trailer, a big house, a small house etc?

I feel like they would be roommates in their collage that's if Curly is in jail like he always is? Lol

Oh and they child/baby they found what would the name bee?

Sorry for asking so much😭 And its fine if you don't like any ideas i put down! IM ALSO A BIG PURLY SHIPPER LIKE YOU! AND I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU COME UP WITH!

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TAKE YOUR TIME, THANK YOU!

of course i always have hcs!!!!

also im srry for not posting a lot im a sleepy guy w a bed what am i to do under these circumstances </333

ill just start w ur ideas first then dive into mine!!

•ALRIGHT ive always hc’d that at some point they just get a small apartment somewhere when ponys in college

•and theres this single mom thats like ALWAYS working and she haitian so she just always trust other haitians and she finds out curlys haitian and is like “can u PLEASE watch my kid” cause haitians just got that sense of community lol

•BUT YEA pony and curly just hang out w this kid whos mom us barely there and they get attached!!! curly n the kid speak creole doin whatever, playing dominoes or somethin while ponys off in college or makin food, sometimes he joins tho but mostly ponys just watching them from the corner of his eye while hes doin his hw

•SOMETIMES THO curly take the kid to his job (hes a fast food worker god bless his soul) the kid gets free food so they aint complaining

•as for the kids name???? their ACTUAL NAME is rené but the nickname curly and pony gave him was boukan bc this kid just burns every fucking thing in sight thats a lil arsonist if pony and curly have ever seen one

•curly and pony aren’t exactly close to rené’s mom, but she does pay curly and pony for their time, either that or just gives them food that she cooks as a thanks which is actually REALLY helpful considering ponys a broke ass college student and curlys a fast food worker, any and all food is welcomed

OK NOW FOR GENERAL HCS

•curly is always misspelling thing in text up to the point where it just looks like a while different language, pony just says hes fluent in curlynese🤞🏽🤞🏽

•curlys a caribbean MAN he loves those salty plantain chips and he got pony to like them too, however pony started liking the sweet ones more and curly was DISGUSTED w him, ole nasty bastard

•curlys left handed and ponys right handsd so that means pony and curly just always has a free hand and usually their using that hand to like touch each other (not in that way u NASTY i just mean like on the others back or leg or somethin)

•once pony and curly tried doing that milkshake double straw thing but curly liked the milkshake and just ended up taking ponys straw and drinking it for #doubleefficency

•what if i told yall that pony would draw him and curly like this typa art that was popular in like 1960s how would we feel bout that one

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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Reading the first Baela pov, and wow, she gives off such a transmasc vibe! I'm not telling you to make her trans, just saying that I relate a lot, especially to how I was before I found out I'm a guy. Like, her hesitating when Rhaenys said "You are a woman so these are women's clothes", quickly saying she's her father's daughter too when called her mother's daughter (reminds me of 'if i can't be a {correct gender}, at least I can say I'm like {correct gender parent}', redirecting the conversation to her sister when told she looks like her mother, choosing to be her true self instead of what everyone expects her to be even though it's technically 'better' (queen vs lady)... Just, reading that was like my teenage self looking into the mirror. Thank you for writing such good characters!

(i've been meaning to answer this for a HOT minute so sorry bout that, but the dialogue between laena and daemon in chapter 27 reminded me of it so better late than never?)

stuff like this always makes me so happy to hear! you also have excellent taste, bc my bf (trans masc) is also quite fond of stormbreak!baela.

it's been a pretty deliberate choice to write baela as disconnected from or rejecting traditional westerosi notions of femininity and womanhood. stormbreak will mostly leave any further interpretation up to the reader as to her personal sense of gender identity. of course you can identify as a woman while experiencing all of these things, or you can identify as a man, or something entirely different.

the remaining part of this ask probably counts as stormbreak spoilers, but it won't be for anything that's a major plot point within the timespan contained in the original fic- just stuff i might write in drabbles eventually. but it's stuff related to gender and baela in particular. :)

in my mind, baela never really settles down with a man. oh, she might marry one, but i don't know that she'll end up super duper in love the way most of the other women in this fic do. she'll have a ton of very fulfilling relationships, some of them involving sex, and she'll travel the world and live her life completely unhindered by her status within society as a woman. seafarer and traveler baela ftw, y'all!

she will also never have children. i wasn't super happy with her character ending up basically pregnant and left behind at home while her husband traveled the world and also cheated on her. i don't see baela, even book baela, as someone who'd have those goals. i can see how losing almost her entire family might make her lonely, and how realizing she's one of only like 4 surviving targaryens might create pressure to reproduce regardless of her own desires. but in stormbreak, where her family survives and there are gonna be so many little targ babies running around you can't tell whose is whose? yeah she is never ever going through pregnancy are you kidding me lmao.

i've also received a few requests for some spicy drabbles involving baela (once she is MUCH older i do not write porn for any characters who are under 21 aka younger than me okay). these will probably also involve a certain degree ambiguity as to baela's internal sense of gender identity. baela will never desire or ask for penetration, and will instead prefer to penetrate others or participate in other types of sexual acts. anatomical terms will be used for body parts, but when baela is wearing a strap on it'll be referred to using the same terms i refer to male characters' sex organs with (i.e. a character wouldn't be described as sucking baela's strap, they'd be described as sucking baela's cock).

anyways the ambiguity is there for a reason and readers are free to interpret it in whichever ways make them happiest. my viewpoint on these things is kind of like mark hamill's with the character of luke skywalker: whatever you want baela to be, wherever you feel the text is leading you, that's how baela identifies. :)

#ask #asks #answered #stormbreak #fic: stormbreak #fic #baela targaryen #baela #stormbreak chapter 14

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The Bonfire

words: 9,337

MASTERLIST Season Two

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Outer Banks; the concept, characters, plot, etc

DAY NINETEEN

Sarah spent the night at Tannyhill, deciding it was best to stay and grieve with her sister and Rose.

Rafe was let out of prison, on account of Ward taking the fall for everything Rafe did, and although Ward was gone, it still felt like there wasn’t quite enough justice.

Because he took the coward’s way out.

(Suicide is not the coward’s way out. In the case of Ward Cameron though, it was.)

Nobody really spoke much the rest of the day.

They all went back to the Chateau, and retreated to their own little corners of the house.

John B shut himself away in his room, Pope decided to fish, and Kie laid on a hammock.

JJ and Andy sat in silence in the guest room. Eventually, they all just went to bed.

The next morning, spirits seemed to be lifted. Granted, nobody was upset that Ward had died, they more felt sorry for Sarah.

JJ was fishing off the dock, Pope and John B laid out on the Pogue, Kie sat beside Andy on the dock.

The group was waiting for Sarah to show up. “I mean, he deserved it, right?” JJ asked, casting his line out.

“Are you joking?” Kie scoffed. “Of course he deserved it.”

“Never seen anyone blow themselves up before.” Pope sighed.

“Kinda hope I never have to see it again.” Andy nodded, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Cross it off the bucket-list.” JJ said from behind them.

“JJ!” Andy scolded him.

“But it sucks for Sarah…” He said, trying to erase his previous statement.

Kie got up, shuffling over to sit beside the boat, where John B was laying. “Are you okay?”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

To the rest of them, that was John B’s way of saying he wanted to be alone. So they all got up, JJ pulling up his fishing line, and retreated back to the Chateau, where a mid-afternoon nap was awaiting.

Pope, pulled his backpack out of (seemingly) thin air, and started working on homework. Kie and Andy laid down on the couches in the sunroom, and JJ disappeared somewhere inside.

When Andy awoke, it was dark. Kie was no longer on the couch, and it was quiet.

On her phone, there was two texts from JJ.

Went home to grab some clothes. be back later :)

don’t miss me too much

She nodded to herself, sending a thumbs-up.

Through the open kitchen window she could hear one of the showers, which meant somebody was in one.

Andy got up, walking outside. Nobody was in the hammocks, or in the hot-tub. The twinkle lights weren’t even on.

But she could see a figure, down by the boat, presumably John B, as that was where he was all day.

She walked across the yard, and down the dock, and sure enough John B was still laid out on the Pogue, but now with Pope beside him.

The two were on their backs, staring at the night sky.

“Got room for another?” Andy said, announcing her presence. John B turned his head, nodding.

Pope patted the space beside him, and she climbed onboard, laying down.

The three of them laid in silence, listening to the sounds of the frogs and crawdads around them. “I don’t get it.” John B said quietly. “I don’t.”

“Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain.” Pope sighed.

“What happened…?” Andy asked, needing to be caught-up.

“Sarah decided we needed to take a break.” John B replied, not taking his eyes off the sky.

“Oh.” Andy said. “Well, I mean, things did move pretty fast with you guys. And her dad just died… I think she just might need some time alone?”

John B nodded, not wanting to admit that Andy might be right. “So, you and Kie? What’s going on? Tell me everything.” John B nudged Pope with his knee.

Pope sighed. “Well, she just wants to be friends.”

Andy winced. Kie hadn’t updated her on the latest happenings of her and Pope. And that was a big miss.

“Death blow.” John B shook his head.

“I didn’t even see it coming.” Pope replied.

“I’m sorry man.” John B patted Pope’s shoulder. “And how ‘bout you, D? Never thought you and JJ would be the only ones with a stable relationship.“

“Ugh-“ Andy groaned, sitting upright. “Semi-stable. We’ve only tried breaking up like six times in the past four days.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still together-“ John B was cut off by a can of beer flying past his head and into the water.

“Hot potato, hot potato!” JJ cheered, throwing another at John B as he sat up. “That was my bad, terrible aim- And one for you!” He threw one to Pope, who also sat up.

“You want?” Pope asked, offering his beer to Andy.

What the hell? Andy shrugged, taking it from his hands.

“Ah, here Pope.” JJ threw another to him. “So what’re you guys doing down here? Having a good cry?”

Pope looked at John B, who looked at Andy. “Cry?” Pope asked, playing it cool.

“Cry? What are you talking about-“ John B scoffed.

“We don’t cry.” Andy shook her head, cracking her beer open.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” Kie said, taking a hit of a joint.

“You think she’ll come around?” John B replied, toying with the beer in his hand.

“Yeah.” Kie nodded. “She’s one of us.”

John B’s face turned up in a smile. “Hm…” He nodded. “Sarah’s a Pogue.”

He kept nodding, thinking to himself. “She’ll come around. She’ll come back to me, right.”

“Right, John B… Back to earth now bud.” Andy snapped her fingers a few times.

“I was just thinking. I’m gonna do a backflip.” John B nodded, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Oh, so you’re a like a gymnast now?” Andy asked, taking a sip of her beer. “You’re lying.”

“You won’t!” JJ laughed.

“Oh, I won’t do it?” John B challenged him.

“No, no you won’t!”

“Hold my beer, that you already dropped!” Before Pope could react, John B threw his beer at him and backflipped off the boat, proving them all wrong.

“No shit!” Andy laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “I’m going next!”

She set her beer down, kicking off her boots and quickly undressing.

“Oh, so now you’re going next, what’re you gonna do?” JJ chuckled, trying not to make it seem obvious he was watching her undress.

“I dunno. Something really cool.” She pushed past Pope, standing at the tip of the boat.

John B swam away, waving his arms to her. “Show us what you got!”

Andy laughed, settling for a double backflip, just to show John B that he was inferior to her (at least, in the world of gymnastics).

She hit the water, her body going cold. “Holy shit, it’s cold!” She squealed, reaching the surface.

Pope, Kie and JJ were cheering. “A double backflip?” Pope laughed.

“She sure showed your ass!” JJ clapped his hands. “That’s my girl!”

Andy turned to John B, grinning at him. “I showed your ass.”

He shook his head, splashing water at her. “Don’t splash me!” She laughed, splashing him back.

The two swam for a few more minutes, the others sitting on the dock. And when it got too cold, they used the ladder on Pogue to climb out.

Andy left her clothes on the boat, sprinting past her friends and to the house, where it was significantly warmer.

She and John B hadn’t planned that very well; no towels. She wasn’t even in a bathing suit, just her bra and underwear.

The seasons were changing, and it was certainly not warm enough for night swims anymore.

Andy ran through the house, and into the guest bathroom, where she quickly stripped out of her wet clothes and jumped in the shower, the warm water running over her body.

When she finished her shower, she was shocked to find her clothes missing from the bed, where she had laid them out earlier in the day.

Wrapped in her towel, she padded out into the hallway, hearing her friends raucous from the living room. “Which one of you assholes took the clothes?”

All four of them turned to her, smiles on their faces. “I’m not hanging out in my towel all night, so somebody either gives me the clothes or I lock myself in my room.”

John B stood up, two beers in his hand, and walked over to her. “A shot-gun for your clothes.”

“It’s an even exchange!” JJ grinned.

“I am literally naked! And you want me to shot-gun a beer?” Andy scoffed, swatting at John B.

He waved the beer in front of her. “I know where your clothes are…” He teased.

Begrudgingly, Andy tightened her towel around her chest, snatching the beer from his hands. “You’re ass is getting beat when I get dressed, understand?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Pope, count ‘em down.” JJ nodded, watching them.

“Three, two, one!” Pope nodded.

Andy cracked open her drink, John B had already poked holes in them. She held one hand under her chin, to catch the falling liquid, and the other on the can, as she swallowed as fast as she could.

This time, she finished significantly sooner than John B did, crushing the can and throwing it at him.

“Ha! Give me my fuckin’ clothes you little bitch!” She laughed as he sputtered the last of his beer, both cans falling to the floor. “I never lose!”

Kie got up from where she was sitting, handing Andy her clothes. “And to correct you, that’s actually my shirt.” JJ nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh well you weren’t around when I picked it out, so… Snooze you loose.” She shrugged, turning and walking back to the bedroom.

She smiled to herself as changed into her sleep clothes, one of JJ’s shirts and some sweatpants.

Tonight was feeling like normal. Like how it was before Sarah, and before the gold. It felt good.

When she joined her friends back in the living room, Kie had a beer waiting for her, and a spot next to JJ on the couch.

The Pogues drank themselves to sleep that night. Playing stupid card games and building a tower of beer cans, reinforced with random duct tape.

Andy had never felt happier.

DAY TWENTY

Andy was awoken the next day by Pope, poking her in the cheek with a pair of his sunglasses. “Up. School. Thirty minutes.”

Andy groaned, covering her face with her arms. “Why?”

Pope tugged on her leg. “Um, because you’ve skipped two full weeks in a row now. You need to come back.”

Andy groaned again. “But it’s a Friday. Who the fuck goes back after skipping for two weeks, on a Friday?”

“You do.” Pope pulled her off the couch and fully onto the floor. “Now get dressed.”

Andy leaned her head against the couch, glaring at Pope. She begrudgingly got up, shuffling sleepily to the guest room, where she managed to find a clean-enough outfit for school, brushing her teeth, and then rejoining Pope and Kie in the kitchen. “

What are they doing?” She asked, pointing at JJ and John B, who were both still asleep on the pullout.

“They’re coming with.” Pope nodded, grabbing the tower of cans and walking over to the bed. He smacked John B in the face with it.

“Hey!” He hit him again. “We gotta go to school man. We have a geometry test first period.”

“Is John B even registered for school?” Andy asked Kie, leaning against the kitchen counter. “He was dead like a week ago-“

Pope turned to JJ, smacking his face lightly with his hands. “Get up, JJ!”

The kid didn’t move. Pope turned to Andy now. “Is he alive?”

“How should I know?” She sighed, walking over to him.

John B sat up, pulling on a random sweatshirt.

Andy shoved Pope aside, climbing on top of JJ, sitting on his lap. “Yo! Wake up man, Pope’s making us go to school!”

JJ’s eyes barely opened, just enough to see that Andy was sitting on him. “What a view-“ He smiled, but Pope interrupted him, throwing JJ’s boots at them.

“JJ, shoes, now. Let’s go!”

Andy rolled her eyes, rolling off of JJ. She met John B in the kitchen, tossing her backpack at him. “Carry that, would ya?”

“What are you doing today?” He asked Kie, almost fumbling the bag in his arms.

“Um, I’ll meet up with you guys later.” She shrugged, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“This way, out the door!” Pope ushered them towards the door, grabbing the keys to the Twinkie on the way out.

“I’m starving, I need some pizza-“ JJ mumbled, still half asleep.

“Nope, you missed breakfast.” Pope dragged him by the shoulder of his shirt outside.

John B was already laid out on the bench in the Twinkie, Andy’s bag discarded on the floor. She curled up beside her bag, using it as a pillow.

Pope shoved JJ inside, he flopped himself onto the seat next to her, immediately going back to sleep.

Pope started the van, driving them to school.

“He’s totally gonna sleep through ya’ll’s test, just so you know.” Andy mumbled, closing her eyes and trying to get a few more minutes of sleep before they got to school.

They reached the school just as the homeroom bell rang, they could hear it from the parking lot.

Pope dragged JJ to his feet, and John B actually carried Andy to the front doors, dumping her onto her feet at the top of the steps.

Pope made them walk JJ and John B to their homeroom, to make sure they actually made it there, and then the two of them went to their’s.

“Miss Kane, nice to finally see you again. Hope everything’s alright.” Their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Wagner said, as she took attendance.

“Yup, very nice to be back.” Andy yawned, barely staying awake to make it through homeroom.

“Yo, are you gonna be okay til third?” Pope asked, nudging her with his shoulder.

“Yes, yes, Pope I’ll be fine.” She nodded, trying to wake herself up.

“How much did you have to drink last night?” He rolled his eyes, scribbling something down in his notebook.

“Apparently, more than you.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Pope shook his head. “Well get your shit together because you’ve got a full day ahead of you-“ He was cut off by the first period bell ringing.

"See you in Sunn’s.”

Andy nodded, grabbing her bag and standing up. “Yeah, you enjoy your quiz bub.” She exited the room, turning the opposite way of Pope and heading to the art room.

Mr. Braddock wasn’t fazed by Andy’s sudden appearance, he simply told her the latest project they were working on and let her to it.

Second period English, they simply had a free reading period, and Andy took that as code for “free nap period”, so she slept, and then she was off to third period with the boys.

The three of them greeted her outside the door of her English class, JJ practically latching onto her as they walked down the hallway.

“Did you know the bonfire was tonight?” JJ asked, head leaning on her shoulder.

Andy shook her head. “Uh no, how would I know that?”

“Well John B got a special invitation to the bonfire.” JJ nodded towards John B. “Yvonne Gordon gave him a cute little note.”

“Yvonne Gordon?” Andy snickered. “Nobody even knows about you and Sarah yet, why would she give you a note like that?”

“Beats the shit outta me.” John B shrugged.

“Well regardless of the circumstances, that’s a solid invitation, so we’re going.” JJ said.

“As if we need an actual invite to attend?” Andy shook her head as they walked up the steps towards Mr. Sunn’s room.

Coincidentally, he was waiting outside the door.

"Ah, Mr. Heyward, Mr. Routledge, Mr. Maybank, Ms. Kane, just the kids I wanted to see.” He stopped John B by his shoulders, smiling sarcastically.

“Wish I could say the same-“ JJ groaned.

“Ha-ha.” Mr. Sunn rolled his eyes. “I have a question of the historical nature for you guys.”

Mr. Sunn lead them past his classroom and into his adjoining office. “I digitize documents for the Maritime Museum- please JJ, don’t look so bored.” He nodded to JJ, who was staring at the ceiling.

“Anyway… In return, I’ve been given access to the archives. And I found this.” Mr. Sunn dug through a shelf in his closet, pulling out a box.

“A box.” John B said.

“More than a box.” Mr. Sunn grinned, sitting it on the desk in front of them. He opened it, revealing something, very old, in a plastic bag. “Go ahead Mr. Heyward, just be careful with that.”

Pope picked up the bag, opening it and pulling the item out.

“It’s a diary?” Andy asked as Pope held the notebook.

“The author’s unknown.” Mr. Sunn replied.

Pope opened the diary, and on the first page was a drawing of wheat, the same as the symbol on the gold, and the letter he received from Limbrey. “No shit.” Andy whispered.

“This is a sample of a letter from Denmark Tanny.” Mr. Sunn placed a piece of paper on the desk beside the box. “Compare the handwriting.”

Andy leaned over JJ’s arm, looking at the loose paper and the notebook entries. The handwriting was identical.

“It’s Denmark Tanny’s diary.” Pope said, running his fingers over the pages. He turned the page, opening it to a little drawing. “It’s Captain Limbrey.”

Pope sat down at the chair behind him, he began to read from the book. “August sixth, 1829-“

“That’s the year the Royal Merchant went down.” John B said.

“Thought ya’ll might find this interesting.” Mr. Sunn smiled, content with his explorations and discoveries.

“Thank you so much for this.” Pope answered, still reading. Andy could tell he was already getting attached to the diary.

Mr. Sunn nodded. “It’s important to know your own history.” And with that statement, he left the office, leaving them to examine the journal for themselves.

“Oh my god-“ Pope all but gasped at something he was reading. “It’s the Cross of Santo Domingo.”

Andy rushed to look at the book, peering over his shoulder. JJ and John B flanked to either side of them, also looking at the little drawing. “It was on the Royal Merchant.”

Well, there was another piece of the new puzzle. Why was the Cross of Santo Domingo so important? Duh, it was on the Royal Merchant.

After a few more minutes of reading, the quartet joined the class next door, and not without getting a few strange looks.

They trudged through the rest of the school day. Andy went through fourth and fifth period alone, rejoicing when lunch came, so she could join the boys in examining every little detail in Tanny’s journal.

Sixth, and seventh period were less of an annoyance, as she shared them both with Pope, and eighth (P.E with all the boys) period came and went, and this time John B drove them home.

“Oh my god, going to school is exhausting.” Andy groaned, flopping onto the couch in the sun room of the Chateau.

“Agreed.” JJ sighed, sitting down on top of her legs.

She managed to wiggle them out from under him, propping them on his lap as Pope read aloud from Tanny’s journal.

“August fifteenth: set sail from Port-au-Prince on calm seas. Came upon the Spanish ship San Jose, on fire. The entire deck was aflame. And we could hear the screams from the men trapped below. The Spanish captain cared only about one thing, his valuable cargo - the Cross of Santo Domingo and countless bars of gold.

Once the cargo was onboard, we went to help the crew, but Captain Limbrey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew onboard. He robbed them and left them to die.”

“What a piece of shit.” Andy mumbled, her face smushed against a pillow.

JJ flicked his lighter open and shut. “So it didn’t go down off Bermuda?”

Pope handed John B the letter. “And it was a Limbrey stealing shit again.” Kie sighed.

“This diary proves that both the gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo were both on the Royal Merchant.” Pope replied.

“Why didn’t we find it in the well then?” JJ asked. “I mean, if Denmark was able to get the bedazzled cross off the Merchant and to shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“Because it was too big?” John B shrugged.

“Think about it.” Andy rolled over onto her back.

“Hypothetically, if you were gonna hide a million dollars, and a brand-new Baja- Hypothetically, would you put the cash and the boat all in one storage unit, or would you put them in two different units, at two different buildings, so if you get robbed of one, you’d still have the other? Logic, J.”

Pope looked at her with amazement, the actual logic of her statement, settling in his brain. “You’re right.” He nodded. “He had to hide it somewhere else.”

“Yeah, but where?” Kie asked.

“Right before he was hung, Denmark said he buried the treasure at the foot of the angel.”

“I thought this was about a key?” JJ questioned.

Kie brushed him off. “Right, so what’s the connection?”

“”The path to the tomb, begins in the island room.”” Pope recited.

“But what is the island room?” Kie asked again, growing agitated.

JJ rolled off the couch. “You know what helps me figure shit out?”

“Many o’ things-“ Andy nodded.

“Smoking beers and drinking weed. The ideas just pour out of me.”

“I hope they’re not as good as “smoking beers and drinking weed.”” Andy laughed, swatting at his legs with a pillow.

He ignored her, yanking the pillow from her hands. “If we just sit here and try to figure this shit out, we’re not gonna get anywhere. But, if we get creative, and go to this bonfire tonight, maybe we’ll figure it out.”

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents, so I’m an official member of the nothing-to-lose club.” Kie shrugged.

“I’ll do anything to not have to go home to my dad.” Andy also shrugged.

“Pope?” JJ asked.

Pope shrugged. “But we’re so close.”

JJ played with the tower of cans. “Look-“ He set it down. “Think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest?”

Pope looked around the room, at John B, then Kie, and Andy, as they all smiled at him, silently begging him to join in on their revelry.

It didn’t take much convincing. “Okay, fine.”

“Ha!” Andy cheered, jumping up from the couch.

“We gotta get goin’ boys!” JJ yelled.

“And shotgun before we go!” Kie agreed, the group standing up and going inside to change into warmer clothes for the impending evening.

Andy dug through the closet of the guest room, searching for one of her jackets. “Yo, Kie wants to do a group shotgun before we go- What’s up, whatcha lookin’ for?” JJ flopped down on the bed.

Andy sighed, turning back around. “I thought I left one of my jackets here at the end of spring but I apparently didn’t. I really don’t wanna stop at home to grab one either-“

“Oh, you can just wear mine.” JJ rolled off the bed, shrugging his jacket off and holding it out to her.

Andy narrowed her eyes at him, her lips turning up into a smile. “JJ Maybank, did you just offer me your jacket?”

JJ rolled his eyes, shoving it at her. “I did it for you when you got dress-coded in school too, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Andy smiled, shrugging the corduroy jacket over her. It was pretty oversized, the sleeves going a few inches past her finger tips, and the ends of it hanging well over her thighs.

“It’s just nice, s’all.” She shrugged, rolling up one of the sleeves.

JJ stepped forward, rolling up the other one. “Yeah?” He nodded, proud of himself.

“Looks pretty cute on you. Like when a toddler wears one of their dad’s t-shirts-“

“Oh my god.” Andy groaned, shaking her head.

“But it’s nice.” JJ nudged her knee with his. “I like people knowing you’re with me. You wear my clothes, it’s like a thing.” He shrugged.

“So this is you laying your claim on me?” She questioned, jokingly.

“Not like that!” JJ groaned, swatting at her arm. “Just be serious, for like one minute?”

Andy nodded, her smile still remaining on her face. “Yes, sorry, I’ll be serious.”

“This wasn’t part of a whole big plan or anything, but… you wearing my jacket to the bonfire tonight?” Andy nodded, encouraging JJ to continue, she could tell he was getting nervous about something.

“I figured this could be our “official” first party as a couple? Ya know, since we never even really officiated anything, and not everybody knows…”

Andy couldn’t help but smile, her cheeks heating up. JJ wanted to go to the bonfire as an “official” couple. “We’re in it now.” She shrugged, leaning into him.

She could feel his body relax; obviously he had been anxious about actually asking Andy to be his official girlfriend, considering the fact that he never really did.

“Hot damn!” JJ cheered, wrapping his arms around her body and squeezing her tight. “Can’t get rid of me now.”

Andy rolled her eyes. “Wasn’t planning on it slick-“

“Hey guys, you ready yet, we gotta drink before we go!” Kie practically ran down the hall to them.

“Oh-“ She grinned, stopping in the doorway. “Hm… Sorry to break this up, but we’ve been waiting like ten minutes for ya’ll.”

“Wipe that grin off your face or I’ll smack it off.” Andy said, jokingly, JJ letting go of her.

Kie slung her arm around Andy’s shoulder as they walked down the hallway. “What’d I interrupt?” She whispered, so JJ couldn’t hear them.

Andy shrugged. “Just JJ finally asking me to be his girlfriend.”

“No shit!” Kie smiled. “So ya’ll are street-official now.”

“Better than never putting a label on it.” Andy replied, letting go of Kie as they entered the living room, a beer for each of them waiting on the coffee table.

“About time!” John B groaned, jumping up from the couch. “Let’s go, everybody up, get a drink.” He was referring to Pope, who sat patiently on the couch beside him.

Each of them grabbed a beer, passing around John B’s house key to pierce the bottoms of their cans. “Lord of Tannyhill, would you do the honors?” JJ asked, bowing down to Pope.

Pope shook his head. “‘Kay. Three, two, one-“ He never really finished because they all began to drink.

Andy could barely contain her excitement as she gulped down the liquid. Everybody was home, and it was Bonfire night.

She was gonna go with her friends, and her boyfriend (!), probably get drunk, and then do absolutely nothing tomorrow. The good life was back.

She and Pope finished at the same time, high-fiving when they realized they were the first ones done.

John B and JJ were next, only finishing a split-second apart, and Kie was last. She usually was.

“Ya know how terribly irresponsible it is for you to drive now?” Pope asked, as they all walked out to the Twinkie.

“It’d be terribly irresponsible for any of us to drive right now bro.” JJ said, only slightly mocking Pope.

John B climbed into the van, JJ sitting shotgun, and the rest of them in the back. “Pope, relax, it’s only one beer. Anyway, I’ve driven with more than that in my system before.”

“You’re a nightmare.” Pope groaned, leaning back in his seat.

John B blasted music the entire ride to the pit, him and JJ jamming out in the front.

Andy and Kie messed around, playing footsie and playing hand-football with a little piece of paper they found in the back.

“Alrighty ya’ll, ready to return to the land of the living?” John B asked, parking the van.

“Ready as we’ll ever be.” Kie sighed, rolling onto her feet. Andy followed her, then Pope.

JJ stood beside the van, stretching his arms out, preparing for a night of his favorite sport: partying. Andy tucked herself under his arm, and John B walked around to join them, slinging his arm around JJ’s shoulders.

“The terrible trio, back in action-“ He grinned as they entered the party. Somebody immediately handed him a solo cup. “Oh my god, I missed you so much.”

John B took a sip, handing it to JJ, who also took a sip, and then handed it to Andy. “What is it, cause if it’s nasty, I’m not drinking it.”

JJ frowned, practically shoving the cup at her. “It tastes like it’s straight fireball, just finish it.”

Andy rolled her eyes, taking a small sip from the cup. He was right, it was literally straight cinnamon whiskey.

“Damn amateurs.” She downed the rest of the drink in one sip.

The trio continued their way through the party, dodging Kooks and Pogues alike, until they made it to where the coolers were.

“A-ha!” JJ let go of John B and Andy, ducking down to pull two beers from one of the coolers.

“You-“ He pointed to John B. “Forget about Sarah for the night. I understand you’re upset and shit, but her father blew up right in front of her. So just give her a minute, alright? And in the meantime, you and me, shotgun right now.” He handed John B one of the beers.

Andy raised her eyebrows, tapping on the empty cup in her hands. “I say go for it-“

“Hey derelicts!” Someone shouted, scaring the shit out of all three of them.

They turned, seeing Yvonne sitting up on part of the stone wall just behind them.

“Hey, there she is.” JJ sighed, looking back at John B. “That’s all you. We’re outta here. Goodnight-” JJ snatched the cup out of Andy’s hand and they dipped.

“Let’s go get this shit filled up, right?” JJ pulled her through the crowd, towards the opposite end of where they just were, looking to find the Kook coolers that were stocked with hard liquor.

“World’s worst employee, is that you?” Andy heard someone say. She turned around, seeing Matty pushing through the crowd to reach them.

She waved him over. “I thought that was you.”

JJ turned around, seeing Matty. “Matt, what’s up?”

“JJ, how you doing man?” The two of them shook hands, as if they were old friends. “What are you guys up to?”

Andy grabbed her cup back from JJ, waving it in front of Matty’s face. “Tryna find where the Kooks are keeping the hard shit. Need a refill.”

Matty’s eyes lit up. “Well, you just so happen to be in luck, because Cara let me use the budget bonus for the week to buy some shit for tonight- Follow me.”

Andy, now followed by JJ, weaved through the crowd again, following Matty to where his cooler was, of course, being guarded by some of his friends.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Was all Andy could think, when they approached the cooler, and none other than Miller Daniels was sitting on top of it.

During the summer between freshman and sophomore years, Andy had a not-so-secret and technically illegal, fling with Miller, which pissed everybody on the Cut off, including her friends.

They had never spoken about it, and hadn’t seen each other since he left for college.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Andy Kane coming towards me?” Miller asked, kind of asking Matty, and kind of asking Andy.

She nodded, smiling politely. “In the flesh.”

She silently hoped that he wouldn’t stand up and give her a hug, as it was the usual polite thing to do after you hadn’t seen someone in awhile, but lucky for her, he just waved.

Beside her, she could feel JJ tense up, his grip tightening on her hand. “Maybank, ‘sup?”

JJ shrugged. “Nothing much man, just here and there.”

Matty caught the vibe, shaking his head as JJ and Miller were practically in a silent battle for domination. “Found Kane in the crowd and she’s looking for a refill. Told her I got the good stuff, so get up so I can get her a drink, alright?”

He pushed Miller out of the way, digging through the cooler.

Matty mixed her a drink, and Andy didn’t care what it was. “Maybank, you want anything?”

JJ shook his head, raising the beer in his hand. “Nah Matt, I’m good, thanks though.”

Matty nodded, closing the cooler and handing Andy her cup. “You need anymore, just come back over here. What’s mine is your’s.” He winked to her.

“Just promise me you’ll start showing up for your shifts again soon? I can’t handle my sister’s fucking whining when you don’t show up.”

Andy nodded, taking a sip of her drink. It was good. “Mhmm. I’ll get right on that.”

She and Matty rolled their eyes at the same time. “Thank you Matty, I’ll see you around.”

JJ couldn’t seem to drag her away from them fast enough. “Miller, what a dick.” He grumbled, searching for literally anyone else to talk to.

“He didn’t even do anything, just calm down.” Andy shook her head.

“Yeah, okay.” JJ snapped back, spotting a few of his co-workers from the hotel setting up a pong table. “You play pong?” He turned to ask her.

“Well yeah, I’m a great pong partner.” She shrugged. “Only if you chill out though. Stop tensing up over every little thing that happens.”

JJ rolled his eyes again. “Andy-“

“Knock it the fuck off or I’ll make you hang out alone.” She shoved her cup at his lips. “Drink some of this, we can get another one then.”

JJ took a sip of the drink. “Right, anyway, pong?” His tune changed the moment she threatened to leave him alone.

JJ sweet-talked one of his co-workers to convince them to let him and Andy play against him and a friend.

She and JJ shared her drink, and obviously, a few beers, and completely dominated three games of pong.

Andy overturned her cup, frowning when she realized it was empty.

JJ was celebrating their win, with a few Pogues he knew from school, so Andy didn’t see the harm in slipping away and having Matty make her another drink.

Miller’s face lit up as soon as she entered his eye-sight, Matty nowhere to be found. “Kandy-Kane, back so soon?” He smiled at her.

Andy shrugged, overturning her cup again. “My cup runneth empty.” She approached the cooler, looking around. “Where’s Matty?”

Miller shrugged. “Think he’s tryna sweet-talk his way into a rando’s pants. Whatcha want?”

“Something- Anything.” She shrugged. “I can do it myself, it’s no big deal.”

“I dunno Kane, Matty gave the first one on the house, but this next drink might cost you.” He tilted his head, seeing if she was catching his vibe.

“Hm…” She hummed, contemplating what he really meant. “What kind of payment are you thinking, because I really only have like thirty cents to my name right now.”

“How ‘bout a little kiss? For old times sake.” Miller shrugged, tapping his cheek.

Andy narrowed her eyes at him. “Ah, in that case, I think I’m gonna have to pass on the drink. Since we’re gatekeeping liquor now…”

She turned on her heel, attempting to walk away, but Miller held onto her wrist.

“Now, c’mon, where’s the Kane I used to know? She’d usually offer more than just a kiss for a drink-“

“Well this Kane’s gone through some shit and realized she’s worth more than kissing her ex for a fucking drink- So let go of me.” She yanked at her wrist out of his grip and turned to walk away.

Miller shook his head. “You’ve gone soft, Kane! Spending too much time on Figure 8? Or did Daddy finally break you down?”

Andy’s mouth opened in shock, she didn’t even know why she was giving him a reaction.

Anger and alcohol surged through her as she turned back around, stomping over to the cooler. “Wanna say that again to my face, this time?”

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Miller nodded. “I said, you’ve gone soft. Did your Daddy finally get to you?”

Andy knew exactly what was coming next.

See, Miller knew her before she decided fighting her way through life was the best option, so he never even saw what was coming.

Andy reeled her arm back, sending her fist straight into Miller’s cheek. The impact sending him backwards off the cooler and on his ass in the dirt.

“If you ever lay a hand on me, or threaten my integrity again, you’ll be six-feet under instead of just knocked on your ass, do you understand?” She spat, towering over him.

Miller sputtered on the ground, blood running down his face and onto his neck. “What the fuck!” He shouted, now drawing attention to them.

Suddenly, Matty, JJ, and all his work friends, and a handful of others were crowded around them.

“Yo, what’s going on?” Matty shoved through the group, JJ right behind him.

“D, what happened?”

Matty pushed past Andy, helping Miller to his feet, and JJ pulled her backwards, into his side. “Don’t waste your time with her, Maybank, she’s a fucking prude.”

“What the fuck did you say?” JJ immediately let go of her, stepping forward to him. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about-“

Andy couldn’t help but grin when JJ said that, her heart fluttering, despite the current circumstances.

Matty let go of Miller, placing his hand on JJ’s chest. “JJ, it’s not worth it man, you’re both wasted. Just get outta here.”

“I’m not wasted, man. I can tell right from wrong perfectly fine.” JJ wasn’t backing down.

Matty looked over JJ’s shoulder, silently begging Andy for help. As much as she wanted to see JJ beat the shit out of Miller, it would end up ruining the night for the rest of their friends.

She rolled her eyes, tugging on the back of JJ’s shirt. “C’mon, let’s just go.”

JJ whipped around. “You seriously just wanna let him talk shit on you like that?”

Andy shrugged, smiling slyly at Miller, from behind JJ’s shoulder. “Well you know it’s not true. He’s just mad he could never get that far with me.”

She winked, more at Miler than JJ, and slid her hand into his, flipping the middle finger with her other hand as they walked away.

As they pushed their way through the crowd, Andy could feel JJ lightening back up. “You all good?” He asked, squeezing her hand.

“I can handle myself J.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He stopped, staring at her. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you or touch you at all?”

Andy shook her head. “Not a finger.” She shrugged. “He was just being a dick, and I was sick of his shit. Besides, it was a long-time coming anyway.”

JJ’s frown slowly turned up into a smile. “Good, cause seeing you handle your own shit like that was hot as fuck-“

JJ was cut off by another commotion, from right by the fire. Andy stood on her toes, peering over the tops of heads to see, none other than John B and Topper, almost nose-to-nose.

“Well that’s our boy.” She shook her head, standing back on flat-feet. “Let’s go.” She pulled JJ towards the raucous.

“You wanna start some shit right now?” Topper shouted at John B.

“Do I wanna start some shit?” John B repeated, almost challenging Topper.

“They all know what happened last time!”

Andy let go of JJ’s hand, stepping between John B and Topper. “Howdy- Howdy boys, what’s going on?”

Sarah also stepped between them, shoving at John B. “Just get out! Just go!”

Andy did a double-take at Sarah, the fire from Miller not fully burnt-out yet. “Oh, so Sarah Cameron gets to decide who stays and goes at an island party? Is that right?”

Sarah rolled her eyes, holding Topper back. “Don’t even start Andy, you don’t even know what this is about.”

“It doesn’t take much to put the pieces together.“ Andy shrugged, hand on John B’s arm.

Sarah almost laughed, almost. “How drunk are you right now?”

“What does me drinking have anything to do with this? You don’t decide who stays and who goes, so fuck off!” Andy let go of John B, stepping forward to Sarah.

John B grabbed her arm now, pulling her back. “Yo, no!” He pulled Andy to his side.

“Just get out of here, quit looking for problems where there is none.” Sarah snapped, turning back to Topper.

“He started it Sarah!” John B shook his head, trying to reason with her.

Out of nowhere, Kelce showed up, pushing past Sarah and Topper and standing nose-to-nose with John B. “Hey! She don’t want you anymore, bro!”

John B laughed, not fazed by Kelce’s scare-tactics. “Shut the hell up.” He rolled his eyes, turning, and pulling Andy with him.

“What’re you gonna do, John B? Kill me like you killed Sheriff Peterkin?” Kelce snapped.

John B beat her to the punch, literally. Before she could even react, John B had turned back around, whacking Kelce in the face and sending him stumbling back into Topper and Sarah.

Topper stepped in next, shoving John B and wrestling him onto the ground. Now a crowd had formed, and somehow pushed Andy and Sarah back together.

“Look what you did now Cameron.” Andy shook her head as Sarah watched them in shock.

Sarah didn’t retaliate, she simply watched as her ex boyfriends fought each other.

In the crowd around them, it had turned into a full-blown mosh pit, everybody seemed to be fighting each other.

From over Sarah’s shoulder, Andy could see Yvonne pushing through the crowd, probably looking for John B.

From the movement of the people, Sarah got shoved into Yvonne, and Yvonne shoved back, knocking Sarah onto the ground below where John B and Topper where.

“Sarah!” John B screamed, noticing as she hit the ground.

Andy, despite being pissed that Sarah just argued with her, decided to take her frustrations out on Yvonne instead, pushing past the few people that separated them, and shoving at her from behind.

“What the fuck?” She snapped, whirling around to see Andy.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Andy snapped, punching Yvonne right in the face. Unfortunately for Andy, Yvonne was also an experienced fighter, so the fight was nothing if not fair.

The pair wrestled, eventually landing down where Sarah was still sat on the ground.

Yvonne landed a particularly hard blow to Andy’s mouth, a metal taste erupting on her tongue. She was at a disadvantage, laying on the ground.

Yvonne straddled her, holding her hair in one hand and reeling her other fist back so land the finishing blow.

But Sarah reacted faster, standing up and using all her strength to push Yvonne off of Andy. Kie showed up too, shoving Yvonne again when she tried to stand back up. “Move bitch! What’s your problem!”

Kie turned to Sarah, whose chest was heaving with anger.

“You alright?” Sarah nodded. Kie then turned to Andy, helping her off the ground. “You good? You’re bleeding.” Kie patted her own lips.

Andy used her palm to wipe her lip, her hand coming back red. “I’ll be fine.” She mumbled, spitting blood from her mouth onto the ground.

Above them, Pope ran up to Topper and John B. “Guys, we gotta go!” Kie called to them.

JJ jumped down from the wall, going to help Pope. “Get the hell off me!” Topper pushed back at Pope, who was pushed into another person, who began beating on him.

JJ was having a hell of a time reaching Topper, who still had John B pinned on the ground.

Andy shook her head, of course she’d have to do it herself. “Andy, don’t! It’s not worth it!”

Andy brushed her off, climbing back up the small wall to Topper.

She grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and his arm with the other, using all her strength to pull backwards.

“Back off Kane! It’s not your fight!” Topper struggled against her, still holding onto John B but not landing anymore punches.

“JJ, a little help here!” John B croaked, still laying under Topper.

JJ finally arrived, taking over for Andy and putting Topper in a choke-hold, pulling the two of them fully onto their backs.

John B jumped up, pulling Andy with him, and quickly going to help Pope out of his fight.

Kie had climbed up the wall, holding Andy back from joining in with JJ and Topper. “Guys, we gotta get out of here, come on!” She shouted.

Andy wriggled herself out of Kie’s grasp again, first going to JJ and Topper.

JJ still had him by the throat, holding him still. “Hey, no!” JJ groaned, struggling to keep Topper still, and seeing Andy approaching.

Andy waved him off, punching Topper in the face. That’s for John B, bitch.

She stumbled as Pope and John B flanked either side of her, also sending a few precautionary blows to Topper so that JJ could let go of him, unharmed.

“You good? You good?” JJ quickly asked Pope and John B, who both nodded furiously.

“You good?” He looked at Andy, whose lip was still bleeding.

She nodded. “Right!”

They all jumped down the wall, practically sprinting back to the Twinkie as people yelled at them now, pissed that they had started fight club.

“Go back to the Cut!” “Get outta here Pogues!” Were just a few things Andy heard.

Everything was moving in slow motion as she ran, the alcohol finally catching up with her.

JJ couldn’t help but laugh, scooping her up in his arms and running, carrying her like a toddler on his shoulder. “C’mon slowpoke!”

John B barely waited to make sure everyone was in the van before taking off. “Well that fucking sucked!” Andy groaned, holding a hand to her lip.

“You kicked some serious ass though.” JJ shrugged, tossing her a cold can of beer he salvaged from the party.

She took it, holding it to her face. “It was a little unexpected.”

Kie scoffed, sitting up from her position on the floor. “Was it?”

Nobody really responded.

It really wasn’t unexpected. Wherever they went, trouble seemed to follow.

Nobody spoke the entire ride home. Andy tried to focus on not throwing up, her stomach feeling funny after thinking about how Sarah defended her, even after they argued.

At the Chateau, Andy flopped onto the couch in the sunroom, never wanting to move again.

“C’mon babe, we’re gonna make smore’s.” JJ tapped her forehead, making her get up. “Damn, Yvonne really got you good.”

“Yeah well I was the last one standing so I consider that a win.” She mumbled, following him out to the fire that Pope and John B had started.

JJ laughed. “You never lose a fight.”

“I’ve had more black eyes in the past month than I’ve had in my entire life!” Pope was saying as they approached the fire.

Kie laughed, holding a smore in her hand. JJ sat down on a chair, and Andy sat in one beside him.

"That was building up for years.” He said, reaching into the bag for a marshmallow. “Rumble in the jungle.”

He winced as he grabbed a stick, placing the marshmallow on the tip of it. “Fuck that’s hot! Who used this last?” He grumbled, holding it out over the fire.

“Hey-“ John B nodded to Andy. “Did you really stick up for Sarah?”

Andy shrugged, reaching across JJ to grab a piece of chocolate. “Course I did. She’s not a real Kook.”

John B seemed confused for a moment, before shrugging. “Right.”

“Tell that to Topper.” Pope mumbled, taking a bit of his smore.

Andy leaned back in her chair, munching on her slice of chocolate.

Beside her JJ assembled a smore, dropping it as soon as he picked it up, waving his hand. Andy laughed.

“Mhm, that’s hot!” He winced, the smore falling apart on his plate.

Andy continued laughing, covering her mouth. “Stop laughing at me, that shit hurt!”

Across the fire, John B smiled, leaning over and grabbing Kie’s hand, bringing her smore to his mouth. “I just want one bite, that’s all-“

“What are you doing- No stop!” Kie gasped as the remaining bite of her smore was knocked to the ground.

“Well you’re not having any of mine either.” JJ teased, as his smore still sat unassembled on his plate.

“I spent the last of my money on that!” Kie said, in fake shock.

“Well you’re not having it!” While JJ argued with Kie, Andy quietly leaned over, reassembling the smore and taking it off the plate.

Pope watched her, trying to contain his laughter as she motioned for him to be quiet.

“I don’t think you’re having it either…” Kie smiled, nodding to his plate.

JJ looked down, mouth opening in shock at his empty plate. “Hey, what the shit!” He looked over at Andy, whose mouth was full of smore, and laughing at him.

“Snooze you loose-“

“Hey, hey, shush!” John B was bent over, picking Kie’s discarded smore off of the ground. “Somebody’s here.”

They all quieted, turning to look over at the chicken coop, where John B was staring.

Andy internally groaned. Shockingly, she had had enough conflict for one night, and just wished to finish her JJ's smore in peace.

“You don’t think Topper would?” Kie asked, sitting her stick down.

JJ stood up. “Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“You have your gun?” She asked, standing up too.

“Oh, now she wants the gun?” JJ snapped, pulling Andy up by her arm.

“Oh now you don’t have the gun?” Kie fired back. “Isn’t it your secret weapon?”

“Hey, shut up!” Pope snapped, breaking up their argument.

“Goddamn, now she wants the gun?” JJ muttered holding an iron rod in his hand, as the five of them crept towards the chicken coop.

“No, shut up!” Andy whispered. “The stick’s gonna be fine.” JJ glared at her, following Pope.

“Hey, who’s out there?” John B called.

“You Kooks better not try anything!” Kie added.

“Who’s there?” JJ yelled. Intimidation, was definitely not their strong-suit.

A rustling came from behind the coop, and from out of the bushes, Limbrey’s brother came, hands held in the air. “How ya’ll doing?”

“Oh, it’s this piece of shit.” Pope nodded.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” JJ shook his head.

“Lovely evening we’re having.” He still held his arms up, walking towards them. “Look, I don’t hold a grudge with any of y’all, alright? But this can go hard, or this can go easy.”

“Enough with the niceties and just tell us what the fuck you want.” Andy snapped, already growing tired of his game.

He lowered his hands, narrowing his eyes at her. “You know what I’m here for.”

The key.

The real key.

Andy shook her head, playing dumb. “Let me show you a little demonstration. You see that swing right there?” He pointed to the swing attached to the tree beside them.

“I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me, hidden.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ grinned, lowering the rod.

None of them believed a word this guy said. Not especially that they were about to be hunted by a pack of Army Rangers.

The man whistled, and suddenly, an arrow flew past JJ’s head, piercing the tree behind them.

Everyone tensed up, shit was real.

“Now, they’re out there. And they’ll stick every single one of you, just as I say so.” He walked past them all to Pope, who was at the back of the group.

JJ clenched his jaw, raising the stick again, to strike him in the back of the head, but he was too fast.

He whistled, another arrow landing in the ground just between JJ’s feet.

Quickly, and for his own safety, Andy leaned over, snatching the rod out of JJ’s hands and throwing it on the ground.

There was no way out of this one.

“Now, I’m not gonna give you a countdown, or any bullshit like that.” He nodded to Pope. “I’ll simply just whistle.”

Pope looked at each of his friends, knowing there was literally no other option but to give up the key.

He pulled it out of his pocket, clutching it in his hand. “This key belongs to my family.”

“I’m losing my patience with you Pope.” The man laughed.

Pope held the key out, and he plucked it from his fingers, satisfied that he beyond-scared-straight five teenagers. “You did the right thing kid. Knowing when you don’t have a choice is an under appreciated talent.”

“Yeah, especially when there’s a grown-ass man bullying you and your four teenage friends.” Andy snapped.

The man laughed, whipping around and lunging at Andy, pushing her up against the tree. “You’re on my nerves now Andy!” He snapped, nose-to-nose with her. “You kids simply have to learn when and where to get involved!”

“If you don’t get your hands off her right now, I’ll cave your head in.” JJ clenched his jaw, holding the iron rod in his hands again.

“I’ll take every single one of those arrows.”

The man took one more second to contemplate, before letting go of Andy. “Easy there.” He nodded to JJ, holding his hands up again. “Ya’ll have a good night.”

He whistled one more time as he walked back down the driveway, signaling to his little minions that they were off the hook.

Nobody said anything until he was out of sight.

JJ dropped the iron rod, pulling Andy into a hug.

“I am so sick of this shit.” Pope gasped, chest heaving from anger.

Andy poked her head out from JJ’s chest, watching as Pope stormed off towards the dock.

Kie shook her head, heading into the house for the night.

John B went back to the fire, busying himself by cleaning up the remnants of their smore’s, and JJ decided it would be best for them to go to bed for the night, pulling Andy in the house.

Kie was laying on the pullout when they passed her, heading straight for the spare room.

“You know, I should really be mad at you, because your big-ass mouth got us into a lot of shit tonight.” JJ snapped, aggressively kicking off his boots.

Andy scoffed, sitting down on the bed. As if JJ’s mouth hadn’t gotten them into shit before.

“But honestly, I’m just impressed that you managed to handle your shit every single time.” He finished, throwing his jacket onto the floor outside of the bathroom.

“Are you sure you aren’t mad, because you’re giving off some really heavy vibes right now…” Andy winced, bracing for impact.

“No.” JJ sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I mean yes, I’m mad but not at you!”

He groaned. “I’m fucking pissed that we keep getting shit on over and over again! Nothing can ever be easy, nothing can go our way! It’s ridiculous!”

Andy nodded, completely understanding JJ’s frustrations.

“Hey.” She stood up, grabbing his face with her hands. “I trust Pope. Shit happens, and we’ll find a way out of it. Let’s just sleep on it.”

JJ seemed to immediately calm down under her touch. “Sleep on it?”

“Whatever you want?” She shrugged, turning so he would sit down on the bed.

“Whatever I want?” His eyes lit up, realizing what the said. “

The door is locked.”

“Exactly.” She grinned, pressing her lips to his.

The damn cross could wait until the morning.

Tonight was about fun.

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