#Boot Topper Socks

[bumblesimagines]

Lessons in 'Chemistry'

Request: Yes or No

Summary: After getting stranded on the side of the road, (Y/N) is helped by Sarah Cameron and given a ride home. Weeks later, she asks if he can return the favor in an unexpected way.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical OBX warnings, mentions of drugs and dealing, mentioned/implied classism, sexual content

Idk what possessed me but goodnight

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The moment he crossed the threshold from the hallway into the bedroom, he immediately felt out of place, like a worn-out pair of dirty old boots being set amongst a shiny new pair of Mary Jane's.

He scoped out the room, noting it was much bigger than his bedroom back on the Cut, and felt a hint of uneasiness settle in the pit of his stomach. Everything looked as if it'd come right out of a magazine or a sitcom based around high school, including its inhabitant who slotted into the space like the last piece of a puzzle. 

Sarah leaned against her vanity, the table trembling under her weight and almost knocking over some upright lipstick tubes. She hooked her fingers into the back of one of her sneakers and pushed downward until her heel popped out, then casually tossed the shoe aside to be forgotten until she needed it again. She did similarly with the other sneaker, and then her socks, which she threw into the laundry basket a few feet away. She seemed comfortable yet nervous, her fingers fidgeting with her golden bracelet as she turned around to face him.

They weren't friends, hell, they were hardly acquaintances. Though he assumed that was precisely why she'd even approached him in the first place asking him to repay a 'favor'. It hadn't been entirely his fault that his dirt bike had chosen to suddenly stop working and she'd just happened to be driving down the same road, but that act of kindness was typically repaid with a similar favor.

He still wondered if it was all some sort of prank, a test set up by Rafe to test his loyalty or something. But Sarah clashed with her brother enough for him to take Rafe out of the equation. 

"So," She exhaled, scooping her hair over one shoulder and toying with the ends of it. "What.. what should we do first?"

(Y/N) needed a drink, or two, or maybe three to process what Sarah was asking of him fully. She'd gone up to him the day prior just as he'd been preparing to drive home from another kook party with his pockets full of cash.

For a moment, when she asked if he was willing to return the favor, he thought she meant hitching a ride back to Tannyhill or scaring the shit out of some jock who wouldn't leave her alone but then she'd given him an almost sheepish smile. 

"I... I want you to teach me some things." She'd said, tugging her jacket further over her body to escape the nipping chill of the night. He'd grimaced, expecting her to mean shooting a gun or doing some sort of drug that'd send her spiraling down the same path as Rafe. Instead, she nearly made him and his bike tip over into the grass. "Like... in the bedroom? How to, you know... please? Ugh, that sounds so weird."

"Why?" He'd asked slowly, the word drawled out 'cause it sounded batshit for her to be asking him and not her boyfriend.

"I don't want to embarrass myself with Top. I always hear the guys talking shit or- or complaining." Her cheeks had gone red by then, a combination of the chill and what she was asking of him. He almost felt guilty but then Topper's irritating little face flashed in his mind and he considered telling her to straight up dump the guy.

"Yeah, sure."

He'd been mostly itching to get out of the cold, his tired brain telling him it was just some dumb dare and she'd be texting him some apologies by the time he got home. His phone had vibrated with a message telling him what time he could come over without Rafe around to ask questions that night.

There he stood, half-certain the regret would begin settling in for her in a few minutes and he'd be compensated with some snacks from their walk-in pantry. She tilted her head, though, and he quickly realized that maybe the Camerons were all really fucking weird. 

"You do realize this is cheating.. right?" (Y/N) asked with an arch of his brow, maneuvering his leg around the door to push it shut behind him. Maybe they'd sit on the bed and he'd offer her a free therapy session on why kook guys weren't worth stressing over, because no guys who unironically wore polo shirts and khakis together were worth stressing over. She gave a flimsy shrug.

"Yeah," She answered casually, because she was Sarah Cameron and she was known for that sort of thing, before she took a few cautious steps toward him. She looked at him like middle-aged women with nothing better to do looked at banned breeds in shelters, with intrigue and a desire to reach out. "But it's whatever. I'll have other boyfriends."

He was beginning to believe she was using him to get out of the relationship, as a reason why they weren't working out. The most that'd happen to her would be a few nasty looks from Topper, and the least that would happen to him would be a fight. A kook with a bruised ego was a dangerous kook, and he was certain Rafe believed there was a bro code between them. No macking on siblings was always a given, no matter the relationship. 

"What do you want to do?" (Y/N) asked, because he wasn't fully sure what she'd meant by 'teaching' her 'things'.

The fancy private school she and the other kooks attended definitely had to have classes where they were taught anatomy, and at the very least had some basic Sex Ed classes. All Kildare County High had was a teen pregnancy epidemic that was treated like cooties because they were all at a higher risk of OD'ing on something and not making it into their twenties. Not that DARE ever swayed anyone.

Sarah smiled, almost bashful, and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I want to kiss you." She answered, stepping closer to him, still slow as if she were dealing with a shelter mutt.

Something coiled around his gut, hot and electric and uncomfortable. He was no prude, he'd lost his virginity as a sophomore two years prior, but to be wanted aloud felt wrong.

His life had been spent learning how to hide, how to blend into the background and be forgotten within the hour. You only had two choices in the Cut: become a ghost floating on by or become a feral dog with bloodied teeth. He'd chosen the former, his brother the latter. To be noticed raised an alarm in his head and sent his senses into overdrive.

"Mm." He made a noise in the back of his throat, his hands furling in the pockets of his worn jacket. The room suddenly felt hot despite the AC blasting cold air into the back of his head and his fingers twitched for something to fiddle with while thought about his next words.

He was starting to wonder if maybe he was a new passion project of hers, though he'd never seen Sarah Cameron care for that sort of thing.

"Why not one of your friends?" He was stalling. He knew he could easily back out, mutter some excuse and offer to do her another favor, but some part of him wanted to stick around. Maybe for the chance at a good time, maybe from dumb curiosity. He just despised the idea of something more forming from it.

(Y/N) could hardly count as a playboy. He'd been with three girls in his long nineteen years of life and he only ever had to look one in the eyes when he attended school. The other two were tourons, the daughters of eager tourists who visited during summer break to bask on their beaches and get a taste of their day-to-day lives. He preferred them over girls he'd grown up with, over girls who lingered and could potentially continue prodding at him.

Sarah's lip jutted out in disgust. "Like Kelce or Benson? They're basically my brothers, it'd be too weird." (Y/N) did not comment on the fact either of those two would jump at the opportunity to do anything with her. He simply nodded as if he understood, as if he had girl friends who were like sisters to him. It'd always been just him and his brother.. and Rafe, he supposed, but Rafe was more like a stray who refused to leave. "Plus, they're friends with Top. I don't trust them not to snitch."

"But you trust me?" (Y/N)'s brows furrowed. 

"Yeah," Sarah laughed lightly. "You're not like those other guys Rafe hangs out with." Sleazeballs, she meant.

The one singular time they'd ever had a proper conversation aside from polite small talk had been when she'd given him that ride in her shiny BMW. The car still had that brand-new smell, fresh and light and almost cool but mixed with subtle hints of vanilla and coconut that he often associated with Sarah.

She (unsurprisingly) proved to be a better driver than her brother who believed going the speed limit was optional, and she spent most of the ride chatting with him as if she were catching up with an old friend who'd left for college. It was odd, somewhat endearing but odd.

"Right." He exhaled and rolled his shoulders, his jacket sliding off his shoulders and exposing his upper arms to the cold air. He tugged each arm free from the sleeves and rolled the jacket up before jumping it on a chair pressed up against the wall beside the shelf built into the wall, the faded brown fabric clashing with the floral pattern. 

If she was comparing him to Barry and his clients, the bar for trust was in hell. He could count on one hand the number of guys from that group he trusted, and it only included Barry 'cause the same blood ran through their veins.

Most of them were older men; ones with wives who despised them, divorcees with enough bitterness to create generational feuds, deadbeats who rarely remembered their kids ages or birthdays, or hopeless folks who'd long given up on their dreams of the future. (Y/N) pitied them sometimes, before he'd be reminded violence and greed came just as easy as breathing to the hopeless.

Sarah's room was incredibly nice, he noted, though an odd shape from being on the side of the manor. It looked like a hexagon cut in half with its slanted walls, leaving the lower half of it to be decorated with pictures and frames and the upper half to loom over the bed. Sarah must've really liked blue because nearly everything was blue or white. Her lamp, the floral loveseats, the large circular rug, the decorative pillows on her bed that had S and C threaded into them, the curtain. He felt tempted to ask if half the things in her bathroom were blue too.

When he tore his eyes away from a framed picture of different butterflies and their names, he found Sarah standing much closer than before. His first instinct was to flinch, to create distance between them, but his feet kept him rooted in place and rendered him to blink at her in surprise. Sarah's eyes crinkled, amused she'd caught him off guard, and then her hands moved to rest over his cheeks. Her hands were soft and smooth, free from callouses and chaffing because unlike most of the kids in the Cut, her father had ensured she'd never have to work a day in her life if she so desired.

"Can I kiss you?" Sarah asked, voice soft and almost breathless, dripping with anticipation. She cradled his face in a way that was unnatural to him, too gently, too sweet; it made him uncomfortable, it made him want to press pause and savor the moment. Affection was a fleeting thing on the Cut, and most often involved a trade of sorts. 

Another threshold, another line he contemplated crossing. Technically, he'd done nothing to warrant the wrath of the kooks yet but kissing their princess would be breaking an unspoken rule between pogues and kooks. The 'war' between them was dumb, he very well acknowledged that, but he still followed the laws of their divided land to avoid conflict. Most kooks knew to leave him alone, his status as the local dealer's baby brother giving him an advantage over others, but kooks weren't particularly known for their intelligence. 

"Yeah, sure," He exhaled, his go-to words with Sarah at this point, and she laughed again like windchimes in a summer breeze. 

Just as expected, Sarah's lips were soft and plush, suddenly making him self-conscious about how his own lips felt. He applied chapstick a fair amount of times, would that change anything? He wasn't sure but he tried pushing the insecurity away to close his eyes and focus on not making a fool of himself in front of the nicest kook in all of Figure Eight. 

His hands clumsy grasped at her waist, exposed by the crop top she wore riding up when she circled her arms around his shoulders. His hands retreated briefly when they touched her skin, worried for a moment that it was going a step too far as if their mouths weren't on each other. He placed them over her waist again more confidently, massaged the skin warm from constant time in the sun, and tried not to focus too heavily on how well he was kissing.

Sarah tilted her head and her button nose rubbed against his, her lips parting slightly and teeth gently digging into his lip. He tentatively opened his mouth, just a bit, and swallowed the muffled giggle the bottle-blonde released. He'd kissed girls before (just the three but enough to keep his brother's teasing to a minimum) but they'd always been rushed kisses, frantic and fast-paced to get to the part they actually wanted to do. Sarah took it slow, exploring his mouth and then pressing against him to encourage him to do the same. 

She began moving, her chest bumping into his and forcing him to blindly move along with her until his legs bumped against her bed. They parted when he plopped down on the bed, the comforter rustling and the bed creaking softly with the added weight. He took a moment to catch his breath, to allow his mind to catch up and he peeled his hands off her waist. His lips felt different, likely smeared with the barely noticeable pink lipstick she wore, and his heart had kicked up its pace. 

"What exactly-" He swallowed and pressed his palms into the smooth white comforter. "What exactly do you want help with?" 

Her arms hugged his shoulders again and the moment their lips met again, she took advantage of their position and proximity by grinding her hips. His hands flew to her waist and a quiet grunt escaped him, his body naturally beginning to fully react to the situation. Her lips curved up into a victorious grin and he began to wonder just how inexperienced she actually was. 

It definitely wasn't kissing. If anything, Sarah was an expert at that already with her years of dating boy after boy after boy.

He assumed the 'lessons' would be about heavy-petting or featherlight touches underneath clothes but instead of answering, Sarah smiled at him and dug her knees into the bed as she straddled his thighs. The lingering smell of her scented body lotion invaded his senses while she got comfortable on his lap, light and sweet-smelling enough to nearly make him hungry. 

Sarah suddenly pulled away and brushed her fingertips over her bottom lip to wipe away the slick that'd gathered there. Her legs moved, sliding effortlessly along the comforter until her toes met the floorboards and then her knees followed with a soft thump. (Y/N) stared at her long and hard before the switch flicked and realization dawned on him like a wave of cold water. 

"Is this okay?" She asked softly, her palms already moving along his thighs and hazelnut eyes peering at him through her dark lashes. She almost reminded him of a siren trying to entice him to make a costly decision, and his body seemed fairly keen on doing just that. Sarah palmed the growing bulge and smiled when he shuddered, her eyes darting back and forth between his crotch and his face.

"Are you sure about this?" He managed to ask without his voice miraculously cracking. His fingers dug into the comforter and crinkled the material but he desperately needed something to grasp onto while his brain struggled to comprehend what he'd gotten himself into. Heat invaded his face, covering his neck and ears before creeping down his spine and torso.

Sarah pressed the pad of her index finger into the button of his jeans and then nodded, her fingers popping the button and slowly dragging down the zipper until it reached its end. He felt clammy and nervous, like a fourteen-year-old seeing an old Playboy magazine for the first time or watching a scene from a film get steamy. It was the type of jittering nerves you got when you were doing something you shouldn't and the risk factor was beginning to set in. It made him a little light-headed. 

Sarah's fingers dipping beneath the waistline of his jeans and the band of his briefs snapped him out of his momentary daze, his gaze darting downward in a flicker of confusion before he lifted himself enough for her to begin shimmying the articles of clothing down his legs. He lowered himself down closer to the edge of the bed, inhaling heavily through his nose when the cold air hit his thighs and reminded him he was now exposed in front of Sarah fucking Cameron.

He almost flinched when fingers curled around him and his eyes darted down, his cheeks flushing with heat at the sight of her long fingers slowly dragging over his length. He twitched in her hand, slowly hardening further, and he wished for nothing more than to shove his face into a pillow to avoid being seen by her curious eyes. 

All the times he'd been touched by a girl had been quick, swift pumps before he sunk into her through a drunken haze. He wished he had a drink in hand, something that'd fog his brain and halt his instinct to overthink every single little thing. It was difficult to try not to when he had the Princess of Figure Eight with his dick in her hand. And she had the gall to look intrigued, if not delighted. 

"Should I take my top off?" Sarah asked breathily, and (Y/N) almost hadn't heard her through the light ringing in his ears when she gave him an experimental squeeze. 

His eyes immediately jumped down to the shirt she wore, one he actually thought looked nice. It was a light rose-pink shirt with a darker pink floral pattern that he thought looked rather fancy for a casual everyday party until he stopped to wonder if she'd dressed up a little nicer than usual just for him.

He had no sisters to run questions by, to watch and take notes of what girls purposefully did or didn't do, just an older brother who'd rob anyone if given the chance and whistled at pretty girls on the street occasionally.

He shrugged. "If you want."

Sarah smiled, a little cheekily, and released him to lift her top up and over her head, tossing it aside without a care. He swallowed thickly and her smile turned into a grin, one that blatantly spelled trouble for him. She leaned forward onto her knees, ones that'd likely be red and numb by the time she had her fill of fun, and arched her back slightly.

He tried focusing on her layered necklace, the gold one she frequently wore that had an S charm, but his eyes flickered lower regardless. His grip on the comforter tightened and he twitched again, his misery coming this time in the form of a small watery glob that trickled down from his tip. 

Jesus.

A chill shot up his spine when Sarah abruptly leaned forward and dragged her tongue over his tip to collect the pre, his hips involuntarily bucking at the action. She gave a light hum and took him in her hand again, giving him a few experimental pumps that had more pre trickling down his shaft. Her eyes watched him, observing every reaction his body gave her as if it were an actual lesson and she was taking mental notes. 

"I-" He made a low noise in the back of his throat and she stopped, blinking up at him with doe eyes like it was all some casual thing and wouldn't have her dad whipping out a shotgun if he walked in on them. He gave a shaky exhale regardless and raised his hand, suppressing the trembles by pressing his fingers together before he spat into his palm. 

"Oh." Sarah peeled her fingers from him and brought them to her mouth, licking the mess off them while she watched him with a concreated furrow of her brow. Dangerous, was what she was.

He tried ignoring the sight and gave himself a few pumps, pre mixing with saliva and making him glisten under the sunlight pouring in from the window. Her hand replaced his and he rubbed his palms against his thigh, not daring to dirty the comforter that likely costed more than his mattress back home.

She continued moving her hand, squeezing lightly at times and slowly picked up her pace. Her eyes flickered upward to his face once his pants and quiet noises became noticeable, another spark of victory glowing in her eyes. 

A strangled curse fell from his mouth when she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him, her hands falling to grip his calves and dig half-moons into his skin. (Y/N) had half a mind to gather her bronze hair up with his cleaner hand, loosely holding it in a ponytail as she began attempting to fit him further into her mouth.

Her eyes squeezed shut, driplets of drool escaping from the corners of her mouth. He could tell she made an effort to breathe through her nose through the newfound haze in his head and gave her hair a light tug to coax her into taking a breather. 

She leaned back and inhaled, her lips already swollen and slick. Her forehead creased with some frustration, reminding him that stubbornness ran in the family, before she leaned in again, wet warmth enveloping him and forcing another buck from his hips despite his best attempts at remaining still.

She made a small noise, unintentionally sending vibrations right to his gut where a knot slowly began to form and forcing a guttural groan out of him. He practically watched a lightbulb flicker in her head.

Sarah Cameron, as he came to learn, was a quick learner. She scraped him lightly with her teeth every now and again, her watery eyes jumping up to look at him apologetically to which he gave a reassuring nod despite his gaze only focusing on where they were connecting, but she managed to keep it to a minimum. She had little idea what she was attempting to do, likely going off what she'd seen or heard, but she gave it her all and was rewarded with noises he'd never heard from himself before.

It was messy, with an occasional gag or choke or gasp for air when she pulled back, but she kept going with determination he'd certainly never have. 

Kook girls were certainly something.

With another curse, another half-stutter of his hips, and another surprised noise from the kneeling blonde, the tightened knot in his gut burst and he spilled in her mouth. Her hand grasped the base again and she pulled back enough to only have the tip ensnared in her mouth, suckling as if she were drinking soda that'd spilled over onto the lid of a cup.

His legs trembled and his back slumped, the AC keeping the sweat from collecting across his temple. He hoped he could shower or at least curl up for a nap somewhere in the manor like a cat who'd strolled in through an open window.

Sarah leaned back and wiped at her mouth, looking like the cat who'd caught the canary with her prideful and even smug smile. She was full of surprises.

He released her hair and took the liberty of slumping back onto the bed, letting out a heavy exhale that left his body deflating into the comforter. His view of the white ceiling was obstructed by her pretty face, lips still glistening and pulled into a small smile.

"Maybe we could.. go all the way sometime?" Sarah asked, strands of her hair tickling the side of his face when she leaned down to kiss the corner of his lips. He blinked.

"Thought this was all for Topper?"

Her nose crinkled with a laugh and her shoulders moved with a shrug. "I used him as an excuse." She revealed, lowering down to lay on top of him and prop her chin on his chest.

"Oh." He should've guessed as much; no girl with any actual interest in her partner gave head to other people. His brother always lamented about his gullibility.

"So?" She tilted her head and batted her lashes. "What do you say?"

"Yeah," He murmured, lips pulling upward. "Sure."

[corduroy-leggings]

💛yellow flowers for spring💛

I love how my sock toppers look like long bloomers! I desperately want long bloomers but I never get around to buying them :(

I had my oral testing for my B2 French certification so I wanted to wear something a little nicer. That means wearing something insanely formal for most people :)

I really like this skirt. It was a bit over 15 degrees so I didn't need to wear a coat or thermal leggings!!! I'm kinda sad that the weather is getting nicer because now I have to start being careful about what I wear so that I don't overheat.

Coord rundown under read more ✨

Skirt, hairbow,flower clip, socks: Nya Nya Lolita

Blouse: Miss Point

Boots: Memery

Accessories that you can see:

Sock ruffles: made by me

Hat brooch: Marché St. Ouen in Paris

Necklace: my grandma, fun fact they were almost her wedding pearls!

Accessories that you can't see:

Earrings: orange stamps made by me, yellow cows from my mom

[theworldofmycreations]

The fifteenth revamped Power Rangers OC!

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Molly Rose Cooke

Age: 11

DOB: Independence Day 1998 (July 4th)

Occupation: Sixth Grader, Orange RPM Ranger

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends: Ralph (Best Friend), Scott, Flynn, Summer, Ziggy, Dillion, Gem, Gemma, Doctor K, Mason, Hicks, Vasquez, Benny

Family: Lauren (Mom, Lawyer), Brooke (Older Sister, 15), Doris (Younger Sister, 3), Cody (Baby Brother, 4 Months Old), Winky (Pet One-Eyed Tuxedo Cat)

Likes: Getting Good Grades, Fossils, Playing the Piano, Riding her Scooter, Fencing, Writing Comics (she’s currently writing one about an archeologist who finds mystical artifacts), Being the School Topper, Jazz Music

Favorite Color: Orange

Favorite Food: French Toast

Skin Color: Extra Deep Golden

Hair Color: Dark Chocolate Brown

Eye Color: Buddha Gold

Appearance: She wears her hair in a low bun supported by a red hair tie. She wears an orange sweater vest with a white collared shirt, a dark blue skirt, yellow socks, and teal green boots. She has scars under her right eye and her left cheek after an accident she had while climbing a tree when she was little.

Facts

-She has been the school topper since Kindergarten and has been a fencing champion since she was six years old

-She keeps her love of writing comics a secret (only her family, Ralph, and the rangers know about her hobby). When she grows up, she either wants to be a comic book writer/illustrator or an archeologist/paleontologist

-She’s highly allergic to shellfish

-Her sword is a leopard mauler

-She’s always been shy and quiet, but Ralph helped her escape her shell when they met in third grade.

-In “Clash of the Red Rangers: The Movie”, Molly and Isabelle (the purple samurai ranger), become best friends and team up. When they say goodbye to each other at the movie’s end, Molly gifts Isabelle a black and white drawing she can color in herself of the two of them together hanging out on the porch of the Shiba House.

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Created via Adobe Illustrator.

[handknitharmonies]

Quick One-Skein Project Ideas

Here are a few one-skein knitting projects to do that are highly likely to bring you satisfaction especially if you want to do a stash dive and use up some yarn in your collection.

Lately, Sophie Scarves have been my take-along knitting since all of my other current WIPs require focus. And actually, Sophies aren’t completely mindless. I have totally been increasing on either side instead of the same side. So, with the third cast on, I have a marker to at least warn me, hehe. But the wrongly knitted finished object (light grey) still looks alright to me. I’m hoping the stitches look better after I block them.

One more thing, with the purple one I’ve started, I’m doing different increasing/decreasing techniques that are already making it look better. I’ve come to learn that, through much practice, my knitting looks more refined with certain techniques depending on the kind of yarn and needles I am using. It’ll be fun comparing the differences when I’m done.

One Skein Knitting Projects

Remember these ideas for the next time you peruse your yarn stash wondering what to do with it all.

• Hats

• Cowls

• Infinity Scarves

• Mittens

• Low-calf or Ankle Socks

• Boot Toppers

• Headbands

• Neckties

• Baby Accessories

My Sophie Scarves; one completed, two in progress.

Update:

I frogged my previous two Sophie Scarf WIPs and restarted two. I found bamboo linen cotton (jade) and pima silk cotton yarn (cranberry) in my stash 😀 in colors I love. And I remembered that the silky cotton feels better on my skin.

Meanwhile, I’m searching for a “cotton candy blue” cashmere silk skein for my daughter.

She requested “cotton candy blue.”

I don’t know what cotton candy blue specifically looks like but it sounds adorable.

Keisha

[boottoppersocks-blog]

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[shodansbabygirl]

Lol oops up for 24 hours one more time :)

Don't do this I'm straight up not having a good time I've been trying to get up and wash my face for like an hour please help.

[demiguiselady]

I don’t need any new projects, which is, of course, why I have been trolling Ravelry. I found this pattern (by Paula McKeever) for a boot topper.

It immediately reminded me of these slouch socks:

I love the concept, but not that lace. The topper is done in a worsted, but I’m certain you could take it down to a fingering yarn, maybe add a repeat for fullness, and then at the ribbed part, start the cuff of your sock (decreasing to the correct number of stitches). It would even be easy enough to do the lace in one color, then change on the ribbing for a contrast.

Somehow, I think I’ve just added an extra project to my list.

[beachgirlnikita]

New hand knits that I made are now in my Etsy Shop. Stay warm!

[checkeredflaggirl]

What the drivers make me think of

My opinion, you can add in the comments

Team Mercedes

Lewis Hamilton

carpets, new sneakers, smell of tea herbs, winter mornings, bomber jackets, magazines, tigers, color indigo, wallpapered walls, industrial kitchen, oil, aviator sunglasses, dresser full of colognes, stainless steel

Valterri Bottas

Swans, woods, pine tree smell, the color of clay, sunset through a window, ceiling to floor windows, wooden floors, fur, newspapers, boat sports, coffee cream, Moscow mule

Team Red Bull

Max Verstappen

Lions, grass smell, warm water, coffee beans, shaving cream, balconies, flower baskets, clean towels, horse races, mimosas, brunch, fireplaces, marble floors, sculptures, orchestra concerts

Sergio Perez

Parrots, colorful fabrics, flutes, jungles, sunsets reflecting on water, black and white tiles, roof tiles, white walls, light sheer curtains, lemonade, morning dew smell, pottery, hibiscus

Team Ferrari

Charles Leclerc

Cannes, old photographs, vintage cameras, photo albums, the smell of paper, vinyl record playing, doves, white mugs, chandeliers, lattes, piano, journals, black and white films, rings

Carlos Sainz

Boots, tiles with intricate designs, cactuses, terracota, Mallorca, palm trees, canaries, citronella candles, sandals, brown colors, cinnamon, roasted pork, powdered sugar, guitars, orange juice

Team Mclaren

Lando Norris

Neon, cinemas, midnight, digital clocks, boxed juice, blackout curtains, blue colored walls, comfortable bed, navy bedsheets, white socks, hoodies, joggers, athletic wear, AC, online shopping

Daniel Ricciardo

Flannels, granola aesthetic, teva sandals, deers, x games, jet skis, ATVs, Fox apparel, American Apparel, oversized tshirts, Patagonia, gloves, lumberjack, waterfalls, bungee jump, the band Foster the People, tattoo shops, leather, vans sneakers

Team Alpine

Fernando Alonso

Mansions, family crest, stables, red wine, gold jewelry, candles, tobacco, Cuban cigars, wine cellars, mirrors, oil paintings, dinner time, fur, expensive rugs, roses, arched windows, drapes, baroque style decor

Esteban Ocon

Cottages, country side, small flowers, flower crowns, picnics, cheese platters, pears, marble fountains, linen, glass cups, pearls, small gatherings, old radios, hand fans, soft breeze, clean scent

Team Aston Martin

Lance Stroll

College, jet set lifestyle, wedges, expensive watches, neck pillows, planes, Ibiza, waking up at noon, parties, bachelor life, ray ban wayfarer sunglasses, the movie 21, coming home past curfew, blindfolds, silk pajamas

Sebastian Vettel

The band Journey, Rocky movies, Christmas, family dinners, warm food, a study at home, black coffee, granite toppers, comfortable couch, fireplace, first day with snow, golden retriever, pancakes

Team Alfa Romeo

Kimi Raikkonen

Eurodance, la Bouche, the movie a night at the Roxbury, clubs, sequins, disco balls, vip areas, buying drinks for your friends, having a designated driver, sunglasses at night, monochrome wardrobe

Antonio Giovanazzi

White wine, grapes, vineyards, lunchtime, tennis, hair products, carousel, saxophones, hair brushes, feathers, sheeps , milk, wooden windows, staircases, dimly lit restaurants

Team Alpha Tauri

Yuki Tsunoda

Skincare, pastel colors, watercolor paintings, clothing with no patterns, summer rains, festivals, karaoke, body creams, slippers, rooftop bars, arcades

Pierre Gasly

Champagne towers, New Year’s Eve, gold confetti, missed phone calls, music vibrating on the walls, supermodels, glasses breaking, loud laughs, live music, basement parties, sweating inside a club

Team Haas

Mick Schumacher

Surfing, boats, windbreakers, dry fast clothing, sunscreen, wet suits, bonfires, marshmallows, the movie Point Break, jeeps, soft sand beach, red cups, hiking, pura vida bracelets, pineapples

Nikita Mazepin

Gambling, casinos, blackjack, counting cards to win, security cameras, bodyguards, bags of money, movie John Wick, cyberpunk2077, bartenders, colorful drinks, bloody knuckles

Team Williams

George Russell

Bakeries, victorian england, the sex pistols, punk, studs, black boots, earl grey, turtle necks, boarding school, knee socks, convertible cars, shooting sports

Nicholas Latifi

Chocolate factories, glass jars, laundry day, knitted sweaters, black umbrellas, brownies, vanilla ice cream, mittens, baking, nespresso coffee machine, football matches, violins

[reawritesthings]

Desert Moon | JJ Maybank

gif by @toesure 

summary: As things were smooth sailing since the night you met JJ on the roof, there was no escaping the rival between Pogue V Kook.

warnings: swearing 

note: since everyone has been waiting for a part two of rooftop, i finally managed to figure out a perfect ending to this one shot. let me know what you think :) 

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Stealthily, JJ greeted himself into the back lawn of the house. He stood underneath the rose archway to avoid being seen by your mother who always strictly baked a batch of cookies at this given hour. He hears Topper's whiny voice loud and clear, but immediately melted away when a sweet melody escape your own mouth making JJ swoon with admiration. He darted his eyes at the roof where your bedroom window was stationed, it was open ajar which JJ thanked due to his last encounter with the roof.

When the shadows of your family washed away, JJ knew it was his time to put his Pogue skills to the test. He stably made his body onto the roof, latching on the tiles as he hoisted his body weight up. When JJ finally came into contact with your window, he poked his leg through the entrance sliding his body through hoping to be greeted by you.

"Babe? You alive?" JJ whispered whilst he chucked his boots off letting his muddy socks dissolve into the warmth of your pressed carpet.

"I'll be out in a second." You shouted from the ensuite, wrapping a towel around your body. JJ heard the knob turn smirking wide as he knew you took a shower before he arrived.

"Are you just going to stand there? Aren't you going to give your Romeo a hug?"

You nodded, running to his embrace. He let his arms wrap around your frame, pulling you into his chest as he brushed his thumb over the back of your neck. "You smell nice."

"Thanks. I needed to wash away Topper's smell of alcohol and drugs."

JJ chuckled, kissing the top of your head. "I should be dating your brother. He is more up my street."

You pulled away from his embrace causing JJ to whine wanting you close to him. "I'm kidding, baby. Are you going to come to the Kegger tonight?"

"Nope. You know I can't come."

JJ frowned but followed you towards your bed, watching you change into a loose t-shirt he gave you. "Why? We don't have to even stay long... pretty please."

You giggled, snatching the comb from your dresser. "You know Topper will be there and he can't know that I'm dating you JJ. He will kill you."

"I'm not scared of him, Y/N."

You repeated the motion to comb the knots out of your hair, walking towards him. "As much as I believe you, I can't let him hurt you."

"He won't lay a finger on me. He knows not to cross me." JJ confronted, causally moving the comb away from your hair. "I just want to show my girl off."

You stared at him for a moment, admire his indigo darts as you moved closer to him. JJ stands there offering you a simple smile watching you lean your forehead on his. You both closed your eyes, letting the fear and excitement take over you.

"Thank you." You barley say in a whisper.

"For?" He replies, his voice low and husky.

"Being the best boyfriend ever and making me happy." Your voice wavers, leaning in and began to kiss his lips. JJ cupped your cheek, gently caressing your neck with his thumb as the kiss drastically became more fiery and passionate. Your hands roamed his body, feeling his muscles tense as you did that thing he liked with your tongue. JJ indicates your body towards the bed, letting you fall gently as he ventures over your body. You pull away, breathing heavily as you stare into his lustful eyes. No words were exchanged but JJ's eyes were detailed with love and yours were filled with passion. He leaned in again but aiming his lips onto your neck letting you whimper out the anticipation of what could come next. You were ready for JJ to undress you, ready for him to feel you but the vibration from his pocket stopped him from doing so.

"I-Sorry. One sec."

You chuckled, allowing him to check his phone. "Who is it?"

"Pope. He said that John B  is in trouble. I gotta go help him." JJ rambled, taking his body off yours making his way to put his shoes back on.

"Do you want me to come? I can come." You asked, lifting your body up watching JJ tie his shoes up.

"No baby. It's fine. I'll be here later to cuddle you, okay? Promise me you won't come after me." JJ pleaded, giving you one final kiss.

"I promise."

JJ quickly pecked your cheek, before he fumbled out of your window and slid down the roof to make sure he got a safe landing. You watch him run into the twilight, signing at how being with a Pogue always comes with abrupt messages and dangerous nights that JJ always has to dive into.

The night was getting colder and the mechanical sound coming from your clock made the wait time frustrating. You checked your phone and nothing new was shown; just a warning that a hurricane was approaching. You suddenly heard noises from the backyard, inching a smile as you thought JJ was here but he wasn't. It was your brother, shaking like mad as Rafe guided him towards the kitchen. You slowly crept out of your room, rolling over towards the banister to try and get the scoop of what happened. When Rafe's threat mentioned the word, pogue you darted towards your room to alert JJ.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." JJ yelled, tearing the chateau piece by piece to try and find his missing gun. "Where is it, Pope?"

Pope didn't quite understand what was happening so he shot Kiara a look but, she wasn't even paying attention.

"I lost the gun. I lost the fucking gun. I can't find it anywhere." JJ panicked, gripping his hair tightly. That was his only protection, and he managed to lose that.

"I'm sure it's at the beach. I don't even remember you picking it up, JJ." Pope stated, trying to retrace the moments of the scene but the sound of John B screams, and Topper's frantic breathing made Pope panic even more.

"I need to find that gun. It's all I hav-" JJ's words got interrupted by a loud noise coming from his phone. "Fuck, it's Y/N... Do I answer?"

Kiara nodded, "You have too. Topper probably came back home...Go to her and make sure she knows nothing. We will look for the gun."

JJ nodded, running up to Kie as he gave her a tight squeeze. "Love you." Kiara slapped his hand playfully. "Go to her."

JJ never or knew that he could run this fast, he was dodging every light, sliding pass serval cars, and fell a couple of times. He eventually climbed onto the roof, not caring about the freshly new cut that bleeds onto his skin. His fist revealed a hard knock to your window that woke you from a daydream.

"JJ. Where were you? I was worried sick about you." You hiccuped, signing in relief that he was well.

"I just had to clear things up. I'm here now, baby. I'm all good." He reassured you with a tight hug and a light kiss to your forehead. He didn't want to let you go, as the guilt was eating him alive. He didn't even want to express or tell you what happened knowing you wouldn't look at him the same as you did before.

"Is John B okay? Is everything okay?" You asked and JJ hushed you.

"Everything is okay. How about we get some sleep?" JJ hoisting you up, bringing the both of you to the bed. He slowly laid you down, admiring the t-shirt once again that fit perfectly on your body.

"God. You are so beautiful." JJ breathed, jumping on the other side of your bed.

"JJ, did anything happen between the pogues and my brother?"

JJ glued his eyes shut. He hated lying, especially to you. "Nope. Probably just a miss understanding."

You didn't respond.

"Hey, um can I ask you something?"

You turned your body to face his, brushing the hair away from his face. "Anything"

"No matter what happens you will always believe me right? You wouldn't think of me any different? Or, ever break up with me?"

You gave him a discombobulated look, trying to voice in answering his bizarre questions. "Nothing could ever make me think less of you. I love you, JJ."

That's all JJ needed to hear before he wrapped you close to his chest. You snuggled close to him as you heard his heartbeat mellow a little when you heard soft snores coming from his nose. Your eyes began to flicker finally allowing your body to rest for the night. 

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"Y/N, are you even listening to me?" Topper yelled from the other side of the island. He was firing harsh bullets to your heard, filling you in with the events that happened last night. You didn't want to believe him, you knew JJ, he wouldn't do something like this.

"Let me spell it out for you. Your psycho boyfriend put a gun to my fucking head. He tried to kill me." Topper emphasis the word kill, letting it linger in your brain.

"I don't believe you. JJ wouldn't do that." You defended him, you always did and will.

"He tried too kill me. Ask Kelce or Rafe."

You shook your head, you didn't believe him. "I want proof."

Topper smirked, tossing his phone towards you. "You know how to play a video, play it."

You didn't want too. You didn't want to believe him but the sounds of your boyfriend voice clarified everything. You stared at the phone, listening and watching the clip over and over again thinking it will go away but it just got worse. "That's the JJ who you are sneaking around with." "You must of provoked him. H-He wouldn't do it for a random reason." You hiccuped, throwing his phone back to him.

"Invite him over. If you really don't believe."

"I will."

You: Come over later?

JJ: You got it baby

As you were about to lock your phone, Topper twirled around and walked up to you.

"Oh and Y/N. Show him this... he was probably looking for it." Topper handed you a bag, which you immediately opened revealing a gun.

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"Hey, babe. Sorry, I had trouble with getting up on the roof. You really need to get that fixed..." JJ rambled, climbing into your window. He noticed that you weren't in your room, which was strange as you texted him to meet.

"Babe?" He called again, checking to see if you were in the bathroom.

You emerged into the light, your body was trembling as you held the gun tightly in the pocket of your jumper. JJ walked towards you but stopped abruptly when you pulled the gun out. He eyed the object that you invited into the light, confused into how you managed to get his missing gun. JJ felt the lump in his throat thicken when he heard the gun rattle in your grip.

"Where did you get that...?"

You froze, "T-This is yours?"

JJ moved closer, attaching his hand onto yours as he retrieved the gun from you.

"W-Why didn't you tell me?" You said quietly, hating how your body obeyed his touch.

JJ brushed his soiled-chipped thumb across the roughness of the object like it was meant to be in his touch. "I was going to."

You shook your head, "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?"

"I couldn't."

You glued your eyes shut, forcing the tear to drown your rouge cheek. You snitched your back but the shakes vibrating around your body attacked you into asking the question you didn't want to ask. "Did you try to kill my brother?"

JJ's shaky breath drastically changed into a wash of anger that he vowed to never show you. "He was going to kill John B. Was I suppose to just let him?"

You wanted to wrap his body into your own, you wanted to melt into his skin and allow him to trace kisses over your face as you giggled for him to stop. But, that wasn't the JJ you saw standing in front of you. It was someone you were warned about in many stories that your father told you to never trust. "You weren’t supposed to do this. Not even a Kook would have done that."

"You think I had a cho-"

"There's always a choice, JJ." You asserted but regretted instantly as you knew that JJ never listened.

JJ held onto his breath, stimulating the tears that escaped his azure mess. He was guilty, it was even shown as soon as his hand reacted to the gun. Holding it like he held you, clarifying to everyone around him that it was safe and no harm would be done.

"I can't do the things you can, Y/N. I'm not a Kook, I'm a Pogue with two sets of boxers. I know a Kook wouldn't have done it. They would have probably got the police involved or their parents but, I don't have that. I barely have a family, Y/N. John B is my only family and we aren't even blood-related." JJ whispered into the air. "I made a mistake. Christ, Y/N. I'm a fucking human and I was protecting my brother."

"So, you had to do it?"

"Y/N, he was going to kill him."

"But, the way it happened... Did you really need to use a gun? Did you really not think of any other way? It seems like you wanted this, like you wanted to hurt my brother."

You saw the bewildered look on his face. "What are you talking about? I didn't have a fucking choice, Y/N."

Your tears welled up with sadness that no teenager should ever possess. You couldn't even fumble the words to respond to his statement. Your mind replayed the video, forcing you to hear the cries coming from your brother and the threats falling out of JJ's mouth. "All those times, those times where he would rally you boys up. You didn't pull a gun to his head, JJ. You let it go." 

"You d-don't believe me do you?" JJ squeaked finally having the strength to look into your eyes.

"I want to, JJ."

JJ moved closer, "So, believe me..." He inched a little closer, but you stayed in gear. "Say you believe me, Y/N." He was an inch away from you, but your body didn't react like it did yesterday. It wasn't leaping into his embrace. It was frozen solid like the gun that was still safely tucked in his hand.

"T-Tell me how I fix this..?" He sobbed. "Tell me and I'll do it."

You let one final breath escape your runny nostrils, itching for your body to react, or even do anything. "G-Go. I just, go JJ."

He didn't listen. He already allowed the tears to freely drown him. His weeping was like an open wound. JJ clasped tightly onto the gun as his body shook. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his vulnerable side but you broke that the minute he saw you hold the gun; his gun. He turned his body to face your window, looking directly at the moon that brought him to you six months ago. When he, at last, turned to face you, he only saw a picture of someone he lost. He knew exactly the type as that was the same image he had left of his mother. It was the face that made your body adjust and walked towards him. The vulnerability he effortlessly showed you made you want to cuddle him, whisper that it will be okay but, it wasn't your job anymore.

"I love you, Y/N." He finally said, letting the moon drag his body out of your window as the light possessed him to not turn back. You saw his shadow leave but his presence was still there, mourning for you to rescue him but it wasn't a stitch-up situation. Your body collapsed onto the carpet where a silhouette of JJ's dirty combat boots was printed. As the last pear-shaped tear left your eyes, the moon finally shone a different way allowing you to not be reminded of the print of his shoe or the presence of his body. You grieved throughout the night, gripping onto the covers as the twilight blue vanished and a set of orange hues blinded you to make you witness a new day.

JJ's body awoke when the light stung his eyes that forced his body to react with pain that you gifted him with. He didn't dare to wake up the others as he couldn't let them see him like this. He never came home broken or rallied them with events that only he was casted in. He usually told the alcohol but, he couldn't even face the disappointment of the liquor dripping down his throat.

"Has anyone seen m- JJ? Are you good, bro?" John B rubbed his thick curly hair, still adjusting to the heavy rays of light that shined in his living room.

JJ forced his body to face John B's. He made a sudden movement that awoke Pope.

"What is going on?" Pope asked rubbing his hands onto his eyes to remove the sleep. 

John B shrugged, "Ask JJ. He looks like he has seen a ghost."

"T-this is your fault," JJ whispered. John B titled his head, knowing full well that he heard something escape from JJ's lips.

"What did you say?"

JJ tucked his hand into a fist colliding his arm with the lamp. "I said, this is your fault."

Pope jumped out of his skin, quickly removing his body from the broken scene. "Dude what are you doing?"

John B knew something happened. His brotherly instincts alerted him when JJ carelessly began to throw every little item that stood in his way.

"You know it wasn't my fault. Topper was trying to drown me."

JJ let out a devilish giggle, "You just had to provoke him, didn't you? You knew I was dating his sister. You knew that I would do anything to protect you so you kept winding him up."

"He was trying to get with Sarah. My Sarah." John B yelled, grabbing the nearest object he could find to defend himself. After the events that happened last night, John B was starting to feel a void in JJ.

"This bitch has brought nothing but harm to us. She is always the priority, she always has to come first." JJ spat, looking at a recent photograph that was neatly framed on the counter.

"If it wasn't for her you wouldn't have even met Y/N. So, you should be thanking her." John B stated but JJ knew, he knew that he would have met Y/N one way or another.

"She fucking hates me, John B. She can't even look at me." JJ screamed, tears flooding his skin once again.

"I didn't ask you to put a gun to his head. That was on you."

JJ dropped his body onto the floor, witnessing the mess that he created. "I've lost the one good thing in my life because you wanted to act all tough. I lost her and, I can't get her back."

Pope being the silent force ran to JJ's fragile body, letting JJ fall back on him while Pope wrapped his body tight in his grip. "She will come around, JJ."

"S-She can't even look at me." JJ sobbed into his Pope's chest, clenching onto his t-shirt for support. Pope maneuvered his head to lock with John B's eyes, gulping his spit as he heard JJ's cries.

John B places the bat onto the table, sliding his body over to Pope's cupping the two boys into his own. "We will fix this, okay?. I'll get Sarah to talk to her.."

JJ nodded sniffling and rubbing his snort over Pope's work shirt.

"Dry cleaning is going to have a field day" Pope muttered under his breath.

"W-What do I do? I need her. I really need her."

Pope gently placed his chin on JJ's clotted hair, unsure in how to answer this question. They held him for a moment, allowing his vulnerability rage the room. A sudden wind tore the boys apart, making John B's head turn towards the door to face the intruder.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" John B asked, not evening thinking twice to let her in.

"I n-need JJ to show me how to use a gun."

Pope's eyes widened with shock, unleashing JJ from his embrace. "Come again."

"I want JJ to show me how to aim and shoot." You stated, this time you didn't stutter. "I haven't got time to play Dr. Phill. I need to know how."

JJ reframed his body, handling his hand onto the countertop to lift his body up. He didn't even believe he would ever hear you say those exact words, or even come here again.

"Y/N... I'm sorry...." JJ chocked out.

"I know. Can you show me how to use a gun?"

JJ didn't understand what he was seeing. He wanted to pour his heart out to you but the sudden shift in your eyes made him question the motive. "Why do you need to use a gun?"

"I need to make sure that my boyfriend or his friends don't get harassed again."

Pope shook his head, crawling away from the craziness that just entered the room. He didn't or think that someone liked you wanted to turn rouge. On the other hand, John B didn't even begin to process what was happening in his own home, he just let it happen like he does with everything.

"When do you wanna start?" JJ asked, walking up to you.

Pope waved his hand drastically in JJ's face, splitting the two apart. "Why are you encouraging this? Please don't turn her into a Bonnie, we prefer her as the sweet magnolia."

You revealed a slight smirk onto your lips. "Exactly. You can use my sweet ass to scary the Kooks away."

Pope wasn't following. "You want JJ to teach you to hold a gun so you can scare your brother and his friends away?"

You nodded, "It's not that hard Pope. It's like a movie we once saw once."

Pope pleaded his gaze to find John B's who was occupied with a bottle of beer. "Y'all people are crazy. How are you okay with this? I need new friends."

JJ rolled his eyes at his frantic friend, pushing him into a tight embrace. "When do you wanna start, magnolia?"

"Right now."

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make a move

summary: four times JJ didn’t make a move + one time he did.

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking

word count: 5.8k

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ONE

Growing up a Kook could be suffocating. Between your parents telling you to keep up their image and your inability to relate to any of the other Kooks on Figure Eight you just felt like you needed to get out sometimes.

And so you would drive around aimlessly. With the windows down and your music playing through the speakers, you felt like you could relax for a while. You were supposed to stay on Figure Eight, but sometimes you would wander into the Cut, not afraid of the poor side of the island—much to your mother’s annoyance. She was one of the rich people that thought Kooks were better than Pogues just because the former could buy their way out of any problem.

After storming out of your house for the third time in a week, you found yourself mindlessly driving through The Cut. You could tell there’s only half an hour until sunset, so you knew you should start heading back before your parents get even more mad at you than they already were, but you couldn’t get yourself to turn back just yet.

After a few more minutes of driving, you find yourself on an abandoned road. Well, mostly abandoned, because there’s a car parked on the side of the road and you can see three figures looking at something at the ground. You recognized the figures, it’s Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. The three make your stomach twist, they’re never up to any good, and the uncomfortable feeling you had only worsened when you realized they were looking at someone curled up on the ground. Three against one, they always were ones for even odds.

JJ Maybank was a force to be reckoned with, and that’s just from the stories you heard about him around the island. He mowed your lawn, occasionally helping your dad with the boat and other odd jobs around the house. He was funny, and nice, and undeniably attractive. But now, he was on the ground with three of Figure Eight’s biggest assholes surrounding him. And that never meant good news.

You swerved, parking your car on the side of the road. Your actions caught the attention of the boys, and when Rafe realized it was you, he grinned wickedly. It was never a good sign to see him grinning so wide, to say the least.

“Hey, pretty. What’re you doing out here?” He called and you rolled your eyes. No matter how many times you told him you weren’t interested, he kept trying.

“Why don’t you just leave Rafe?” You shot back, getting closer to where the boys were. JJ looked like he was in rough shape, but Rafe had a busted lip that told you the three on one wasn’t as unfair as you had originally thought.

“What would your dad say if he knew you were out here?” Rafe questioned, taking a step towards you. You freaked out for a moment, wondering if he really would tell your dad that he saw you in The Cut. But then you remembered why he was in The Cut.

“What would yours say if he knew?” You hummed, tapping the side of your nose to let him know that you knew his secret about his drug problem. It certainly wasn’t something that he wanted his dad to know about, and you figured that you could use that to get him to leave the blonde alone. Rafe’s eyes widened, and the only sound the broke up the silence of your staring contest with him was the loud laugh JJ let out.

“Come on, guys. We’ll get him another day.” Rafe told Topper and Kelce, as if that wasn’t the most cliche thing he could have said, and the three of them headed to their car. You watched as they left, and when you turned back to JJ, he was seated on the ground.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” JJ called, causing you to roll your eyes as you closed the distance between you and him until he was seated at your feet. You stuck out your hand to help pull him to his feet, and he relented. You tried to ignore the spark that shot through you at his touch, and as soon as he was on his feet he dropped your hand and you were able to think clearly once more.

“Because it sure looked like you had it under control.” You remarked, sarcasm dripping from your words. JJ’s lips quirked up into a smile, and it was then that you noticed the cut on his lip and the bruise that was already forming over his eye. There were more bruises than that forming, and you spotted the cuts on his knuckles. “Do you want a ride home?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine walking.” He waved you off. You had never really talked to him, mostly just admired from your window as he mowed your lawn, but it was surprisingly easy to banter with him. You thought that you’d be a stuttering mess, tripping over your words as a result of just how attractive you found him.

“Come on, I’ll take you anywhere on the island, anything to delay going home just a little bit.” You tried to reason. Your confession caught both of you off guard, and after a beat of silence, JJ relented.

“Do you know where John B lives?” He asked as you both strapped the seatbelts on in the car. His question drew a chuckle out of you, and though it wasn’t inherently funny, you both were grinning as you glanced over at him.

“Do you really think I know where John B lives?” You responded as you pulled out onto the road and just started driving, hoping he’d start giving directions. “I’m not even supposed to be on this side of the island, like, ever.”

“You’re a rebel, huh? Take a left here.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes in good fun. You followed his instructions as you drove through The Cut. You chatted a little bit, though you completely avoided talking about the fight or what could have caused it. And soon enough, you were pulling your much too expensive car in front of a dilapidated house JJ loving referred to as The Chateau.

You recognized the three other teenagers that were waiting on the front porch. You went to school with Kiara, though you had never really talked you had always been friendly. The other two, Pope and John B, you had seen around the island. They all looked confused to see JJ in your car, understandably so, and Pope awkwardly waved.

“Well this is not… weird.” You chuckled nervously. When you looked over at JJ, he was smiling softly at you. You shot him a look, and he seemed to come out of his trance because his head twisted so he was looking forward. When he spotted his friends staring at the two of you, he let out a groan and dropped his head back against the seat.

“Sorry about… all that.” He apologized waving a hand in the direction of his friends that were blatantly staring at you, no doubt talking about why JJ was in your car. You shook your head, silently telling him it wasn’t a problem. You watched as the blonde unbuckled his seatbelt, and you bit your lip as he climbed out of the car.

“Hey, JJ.” You called out just as he turned to shut the door. It felt weird just letting him leave without saying something. Well, the whole night had been weird, if you were being honest with yourself. “Try not to get into any more fights on the side of the road, I can’t always be there to save you.” JJ chuckled, shooting you one last smile and a teasing comment before shutting the door and joining his friend’s.

“No promises.”

TWO

You didn’t see JJ for a few days after dropping him off. Your family kept you busy, between entertaining guests on the family boat and shopping for events you would have to go to later on in the summer.

You’d never admit it, but when you heard a lawn mower start one afternoon while you were sitting in your living room, you jumped out of your seat to see if it was JJ. To your joy, you were greeted by the sight of a familiar head of blonde hair walking the push mower through your front yard when you peeked through the curtains.

Though, immediately after you spotted him, your face flushed with embarrassment as JJ looked to the window and shot you a smirk. You retreated back to your couch, trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal that he had seen you watching him. You tried to focus back on your show, but an hour later JJ was still mowing and you had long since realized you had no idea what was going on with the characters. With a huff, you stood and went to the kitchen, making two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Setting them and two sodas on the serving tray your mother insisted on having, you went to the backyard where JJ had been working.

He didn’t see you as soon as you stepped outside, the mower he was pushing much too loud to hear the door open and close. You took this time to admire him. Clearly, working landscaping had done him several favors. He had stripped himself of his shirt since the last time you had spotted him, and his hair was messed up like he had run his hands through it several times. You were doing your best not to completely melt at the sight, but he wasn’t making it any easier when he finally noticed you and smiled. His dimples were going to be the death of you, you decided right then and there. He shut the mower off, curious about what you wanted.

“Hope you don’t have a peanut allergy.” You smiled at JJ, nodding with your head to the tray in your hands that held the lunches that you had made. He chuckled, abandoning the mower to make his way to you.

“What did I do to deserve this?” He joked, following you to the pool your father insisted you had. You never understood it, considering your house was literally on the water. You set the tray on the ground as you watched him take his boots and socks off, following your lead as you sat on the edge of the pool and stuck your feet in.

“It’s just a PB&J, not a full course meal. Besides, I didn’t want to eat alone.” You shrugged, focusing on opening your soda can instead of the attractive and shirtless boy sitting next to you. He was sitting far enough away that you weren’t pressed against him, but your leg kept brushing against his in the water.

“Triangles? Really?” He chuckled, holding up the sandwich that you had cut in half. You grinned at him, picking up one half of your own sandwich. You were doing a good job at not mentioning the bruises on his face from his brush with Rafe and his groupies, and you could tell that JJ was thankful for it.

“Arguably the best shape for a sandwich.” You told him matter-of-factly. He shook his head with a smile, tapping his PB&J against yours in a silent cheers before taking a bite. You copied his actions, though your bite was much smaller.

“As long as it’s free, I’m in.” He spoke around the food in his mouth and you made a face at him.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You chastised, though you could only hold your smile back for so long before you were giggling. It didn’t help that he pulled a face, trying to mimic the pout you had been sporting, only making it much more dramatic.

“Sorry I’m not well versed in Kook manners.” He swallowed and shot you a grin. You bumped your leg against his, unable to respond right away as you were sipping your soda.

“That’s not even Kook manners, that’s just manners manners.” You laughed, shaking your head as JJ simply shrugged, taking another bite.

“So did I catch you checking me out when I got here or are we pretending that didn’t happen?” JJ questioned, a smugness to his voice that had you choking on the bite you had taken. You shook your head quickly, suddenly finding the rippling water in the pool much more interesting.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your matter-of-fact tone was a tad too forced to be convincing, and you busied yourself by taking a sip of your drink as JJ laughed at you. Surprisingly, he left it at that, and the two of you fell back into the same easy banter you experienced the other day when you gave him a ride. By way of miracle, your heart hadn’t beat out of your chest yet, even when you had both finished your lunch and were just sitting on the edge of the pool talking.

“JJ, what are you doing?” The arrival of a new voice—your dad’s—made both you and JJ jump. Though you stayed in your seat, JJ launched to his feet, accidentally splashing water all over your lap. You yelped in shock, and JJ was quick to stumble out an apology. You waved him off, but he was still looking between your dad and you, wide eyed and nervous.

“I’m sorry sir, I was just—” JJ started, but you could tell from your dad’s expression that he was not happy and nothing JJ could say was going to help.

“Dad it’s my fault JJ isn’t working. I made us lunch, I was bored and didn’t want to eat by myself and none of my friends were free to go get something.” You lied. You hadn’t even tried to get a hold of your other friends, too distracted by JJ to even think about going out.

“Don’t let it happen again.” You dad sighed before heading back inside the house. He shot you a look before he left, one that told you he wanted you inside too. You and JJ watched him retreat, waiting until the door shut behind him before looking at each other.

“So I was a last resort, huh?” JJ teased, and you rolled your eyes, pulling your legs out of the water and picking up the remnants of your interrupted lunch to take inside.

“If it gets my dad off your back, then I even asked Rafe to hang out before I came to you.” You joked, enjoying the loud laugh that you got out of JJ. From your tone, it was clear that you were kidding.

“Thank you, uhm, for doing that.” JJ cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you start to retreat on the same path your father had just gotten. You smiled, not wanting to make a big deal out of it since JJ was clearly not completely comfortable with being serious. So instead, you decided to make a joke.

“That’s twice now that I’ve saved you, Maybank. Let's try not to go for a third.”

THREE

Parties at The Boneyard were an enigma. It was probably the only time you’d ever be able to see all the teenagers on the island, no matter Kook, Pogue, or Touron, interact with minimal fighting. It was where you could let loose with a drink—or three—and not worry about the drudgeries of daily life catering to your parents' wishes.

You weren’t at the party long before a loud voice you had grown familiar with over the past few days caught your attention. You weren’t surprised his laughter carried across The Boneyard, JJ always had been the life of the party.

You mutter a quick apology to the girl you had been talking to, some Touron that looked completely out of place on the beach, and made your way to where the Pogues had set up. There was a small fire, and Kiara, Pope, John B, and the occasional Touron were sitting around it as JJ jumped about, clearly messing around.

“Hey, Kie.” You greeted the girl as you sat beside her. She smiled at you, though the grin she shot in her blonde friend’s direction was much more devious. She opened her mouth to say something to you, but JJ seemed to notice your arrival and let out a cheer of your name as he made his way around the fire to stand at your feet.

“M’lady, fancy seeing you here.” JJ spoke over whatever Kiara had been saying in response. You giggled, watching him dramatically bow to you as his words slightly slurred. He was clearly, at the very least, tipsy. “How did you get out of the castle?”

“Snuck out the back door, the king will never know I’m gone.” You played along, referencing your dad that had been long asleep by the time you had snuck out. JJ’s grin widened at your comment, and a hint of mischief shone in his eyes.

“If I had a princess as pretty as you, I’d never let her out of my sight.” The alcohol must have made him flirty, because that was the most forward he had ever been with you. There definitely had been some implied flirting in your previous encounters, but never as blatant as what he had just said. The other Pogues noticed too, because John B threw his empty cup at him.

“Sit down, casanova.” Kiara called, and you were too flustered to see the smirk she was wearing. Pope and John B started making kissing sounds at each other, clearly making fun of JJ. You would have found it much more entertaining if your mind wasn’t racing to try and figure out if JJ’s and their actions meant something more than drunken flirting and teasing between close friends. You were dragged from your thoughts, though, when JJ dropped into the spot beside you, a little closer than probably need be.

“Sorry about them.” He apologized and you waved him off. You pulled your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knee as JJ leaned back on his hands.

“Still better than the people I’m supposed to hang out with.” You grinned, nodding your head in the direction of a group of Kook boys that were very clearly failing at picking up some Touron girls.

“You got me there.” He chuckled, turning from the Kooks to look into the fire. He seemed to have sobered up a bit, but conversation around the fire had broken off into groups, leaving JJ and you to chat.

“So, you think I’m pretty?” You questioned, a hint of amusement in your voice. You’d be lying if you said there weren’t any ulterior moments to your question. You wanted to know if there was any deeper meaning to his comment. You glanced at JJ to find him already looking at you, an unreadable emotion in his eyes and just as he opened his mouth to say something, a different and wholly unwelcomed voice called your name.

“What do you want, Topper.” You groaned, watching as the poster boy for Kooklandia grinned smugly at you as he sat down on the other side of the fire.

“I was just coming to say hi, make sure none of these Pogues were bothering you.” He commented off-handedly, as if he wasn’t at a party put on by JJ and his friends and that they weren’t sitting five feet away from him.

“Oh, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him. JJ sat up, and you could see him tense. You knew he had a temper, but you didn’t want anything to ruin the night. Besides, when Topper didn’t have Rafe breathing down his neck, he was all bark and no bite, and other than Kelce lingering back a ways, he was alone.

“So have you decided yet who’s going to escort you to my mom’s garden party next weekend?” Topper asked in his infuriating way. His mom’s party was like a Midsummers, only slightly smaller and much more uptight.

“No one is escorting me. I’m going by myself if I can’t convince my parents to let me skip.” You knew there was very little chance of you being able to bail on this event considering just how concerned your parents were about their image, but you didn’t want JJ to think you were seeing someone. Being escorted to a Kook party was practically a declaration that you were dating, and even though you and JJ were just friends, you had developed a crush on him and didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

You glanced at the blonde sitting next to you, his jaw tight as he practically glared daggers at Topper. You spared yourself a second to admire how attractive he looked, even if he was probably ready to throttle Topper for being a jackass. The way the fire lit of his features was doing wonders, and part of you wished for a camera so you could capture the moment.

“It’s probably for the best, you’ve been hanging out with Pogues too much.” He was talking out of his ass, Topper had no clue how much time you had spent with JJ—only a couple of run ins—but the comment was enough to send John B into action.

“Why don’t you just leave, huh?” The brunette questioned, and Topper raised his hands as if he was claiming innocence. He stood and turned to go, but not before shooting you one last infuriatingly smug grin.

“See you back on Figure Eight, yeah?” And then he was gone, leaving you with little more than annoyance and a bitter taste in your mouth. JJ didn’t look much happier, if anything, he looked as if he was contemplating chasing after Topper and making him pay. On instinct, you reached a hand out and rested it on his forearm, giving him a reassuring squeeze and a smile before resuming your previous position. The action seemed to calm him down some, and you were thankful for it.

“Well, he’s charming.” Pope was the first to break the silence that followed after Topper’s departure. You grinned at him, ignoring the annoyed huff JJ let out from beside you.

“Trust me, I’d much rather hang out with you guys than go to another Kook party and suck up to my parents’ friends.” You sighed, looking into the fire. Kiara hummed from next to you, nudging you with her elbow before agreeing with you, a grin on her face.

“I’ll drink to that.”

FOUR

The country club was most definitely the last place you wanted to be. But after one too many nights out, your parents weren’t letting you skip out on the fancy dinner being held there for members.

You were dressed to the nines: a new outfit, styled hair, and more makeup than you were used to wearing around the island. But your parents were happy, and you knew that would buy you a few more weeks of free roam of the island without being questioned every time you left the house.

Because if they knew you were hanging out on The Cut with the boy that mowed their lawn, they would not be happy.

You had been spending more time with the blonde, and even though most of the time some of the other Pogues were there, you managed to sneak in some alone time with him. Nothing ever came of it, your interactions were platonic, but there was always a feeling as if there was something more behind every joke and lingering look shared.

He had mentioned that he was working as a server for the event, and that was quite frankly the only reason that you weren’t dragging your feet as you approached the entrance with your family. You smiled politely at your dad’s work buddies and answered all the questions ranging from schooling to your love life thrown at you by members of your mom’s social club.

It seemed like an eternity later that you made it to your table, but you still hadn’t spotted the familiar blonde that never failed to make your heart race. Your family was one of the later ones to arrive, so the place was already a bit packed, but that didn’t stop you from searching the crowd for JJ.

“Who are you looking for, dear?” Your mother questioned as you both sat down. She shot the waiter a fake smile, one you knew was reserved for wait staff and employees as he set glasses of water in front of everyone.

“Sarah Cameron, we were going to meet up here.” You lied easily. You were friends with Sarah before hanging out with her boyfriend and his friends, but you had grown much closer since then. Still, you hadn’t talked with her about the dinner party you were at other than a brief conversation about if the other was going.

“I saw her over there, you can go look for her if you’d like.” You didn’t need to be told twice, not giving your mom a chance to take back her offer before you jumped to your feet. You pushed through the crowd in the general direction that she had pointed out, though the blonde you were searching for wasn’t the one that you told your parents.

You had just about given up your search, turning down a hallway that led out of the main dining area and away from your parents’ prying eyes, when a hand grabbed your arm from behind. Your first reaction was to tug your arm back, but you stopped when you spun on your heel and saw who it was.

“Easy there, killer.” JJ grinned at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you catalogued what he was wearing. You were used to cut off tank tops and cargo shorts with boots and messy hair, but now he was in a white button up and black dress pants. He wore a black vest with a matching tie. Even his hair looked like he had put gel in it. “Where are you running off to?”

“Basically anywhere away from my parents.” You laughed. On more than one occasion you had ranted to him about how overbearing your parents could be, and he only made jokes about how hard your Kook life was every other time.

“Still a rebel, I see.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the smile his words brought on. It was a common theme whenever you hung out with him, he’d be able to make you laugh with one easy joke and all your problems would be forgotten.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working? I don’t think teasing the guests is a part of the job description.” You teased back, heart soaring as you watched his smile widen. You knew how much he liked that you could hold your own against his comments. He knew he could be a bit much to handle, but you had never once thought he was annoying.

“I gotta pass the time somehow.” He flashed one of his famous grins that made you weak in the knees. You smiled at him, watching as something changed in his eyes. He was looking at you softer now, before his gaze dropped to the floor and he cleared his throat. “You look, uhm, really good.”

“Not so bad yourself, you know. Though, your usual style is also good.” You grinned, boldly taking a step closer to him and reaching up to adjust his tie. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and you noticed a red tinge to his cheeks as he gave you a small smile.

“What are you doing with my daughter?” Once more the addition of a new voice made you and JJ jump apart, only to find your dad and Rafe standing on the other side of the hallway.

“Dad! We were just talking—” You started rambling out an explanation, knowing just by the look on his face that he was not happy. Worst of all, Rafe was standing right beside him with one of the smuggest grins you had ever seen.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want you sneaking around with Pogues. I’m glad Rafe came and got me when he saw you leaving.” Your dad interrupted, making your cheeks flush in both anger and embarrassment that he would say something like that, especially in front of JJ.

“It was no problem, sir.” Rafe sucked up to your dad, and you narrowed your eyes at him. You weren’t sure what kind of satisfaction he got out of being an ass, but he was grinning and standing a step behind your father.

“I want you back at the table.” Your dad pointed to you, and you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back any comment that could have gotten you into more trouble. Then he turned his attention to JJ, the look in his eyes clearly holding some hostility. “And you, young man, get back to work before I report to your boss. And stay away from my daughter.”

“Yes, sir.” JJ spoke. You glanced at him, noticing the way his jaw was tight and gaze set on the ground. You could only watch as he walked away, and you sent a glare at Rafe who was still smirking like he had just accomplished his life’s goal.

You frowned at your dad, but he didn’t show a hint of remorse for his behavior. You huffed, following JJ’s path past your parents. You purposefully knocked your shoulder into Rafe’s as you passed, and even though he was much sturdier than you, you still felt some satisfaction as a result of the petty action.

“I can’t believe you.”

PLUS ONE

JJ kept his head low and avoided your family’s table for the rest of the party, and you felt terrible about everything. So, the next morning, you set out to find him and apologize for the way your father had acted.

You figured you could find him at The Chateau, and you weren’t surprised to see him and the rest of the Pogues already hanging around the yard. Kiara waved as she spotted your car pull up, but JJ shot to his feet to greet you.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned, clearly still wary about what your dad had said the night before.

“I wanted to say sorry, for what happened last night.” You bit your bottom lip, nervous about how he might take it. JJ wasn’t a guy that showed his true emotions often, but you had been able to tell that your dad’s comments had upset him.

“What happened?” John B called from where the Pogues had been sitting, and even though you were still a distance from where they were gathered, they were listening in.

Instead of answering, JJ grabbed your hand and led you away from his friends and to the end of the dock. Your hand was warm from where he was holding it, and you deflated a bit as he let it go once you were far enough from his friends.

“You don’t have to apologize, it wasn’t your fault.” JJ mumbled, but you shook your head.

“He was really awful, and I just wish he wasn’t such a jerk to you.” You huffed, and after a moment JJ nodded, running a hand through his hair. Although you still felt bad about what had happened, you were willing to accept his response, not wanting to push him. You shifted awkwardly on your feet, not sure where to take the conversation. “You know, the two minutes I was talking to you was better than the entire night.”

“Are you hitting on me?” JJ teased, his usual carefree demeanor coming out. You rolled your eyes, though you were smiling. His comment threw you off for a moment, but you quickly recovered with a grin.

“I mean yeah, but I’ve just been waiting for you to make a move.” Your comment must have spurred him on, because his familiar unreadable expression shone in his eyes and then he was surging forward to close the distance between the two of you.

You had resided yourself to the fact that he would never make a move on you, but now here he was, one hand loosely wrapped around the back of your neck to gently hold you in place and his lips pressed against yours.. He caught you off guard, but it took only seconds for you to reciprocate the kiss and grip the front of his sweatshirt tightly. Slowly, you parted, but you didn’t go far. His hand that was on the back of your neck moved to cup your jaw, his thumb softly brushing against your cheek and his rings cold against your skin.

“That was… unexpected.” You laughed breathily, honestly still reeling from the kiss. You were blocking out the cheers from the rest of the Pogues, Kiara’s ‘I called it!’ falling on deaf ears as you and JJ were lost in each other. “Kinda wish you would’ve done that sooner though.” Your comment was just supposed to be a joke, but something in JJ’s eyes softened, and you knew that there was something affecting him. You furrowed your brows in a silent question, leaning slightly into his hand that was still holding you.

“It’s just… when I first met you I had just gotten into a fight. And then every time I kept running into you I was reminded why I wasn’t, I dunno, good enough for you.” He confessed. You melted at his words, wondering how something so sweet could be so sad. You reached up and grabbed his hand, bringing it to your lips and pressing several small kisses to his fingers.

“Okay, well, I thought it was a known fact that nobody ever listens to anything Topper or Rafe says.” You joked, and this time JJ cracked a grin as he finally looked up and met your gaze. “Seriously, J, I don’t care what anyone thinks about you. I like you, and that’s what matters to me.”

“Aw, do you have a crush on me?” JJ cooed, his jovial side coming back. You rolled your eyes, but grinned wider as you locked your hands behind his head and his own fell to your waist. With a gentle tug, he had you closer to him than you were before.

“You kissed me first, so I think you have a crush on me.” You teased in retaliation. JJ leaned in, lips brushing against yours as he spoke, grin never once leaving either of your faces.

“Damn right I do.”

[vanwssa]

Tagged by @und0miels and @miseryblossom. Thank you both,I love doing these!

December or January | Halloween or Thanksgiving | Christmas Eve or New Years Eve | Home alone or Love Actually* | Jingle Bells or Feliz Navidad | The Nightmare Before Christmas or The Grinch | gold decorations or silver decorations | gingerbread men cookies or chocolate reindeer cookies | green Christmas tree or white Christmas tree | shopping for presents or wrapping presents | decorating the tree or baking cookies | skiing or skating | blankets or wool winter socks | hoodies or sweaters | santa hats or reindeer headbands | timberland or ugg** | scarfs or turtlenecks | coats or jackets | snowmen or reindeers | candles or wax melts | snow globes or light bulbs | tree topper star or tree topper bow | advent calendar or advent wreath | tea or cocoa | mulled wine or hot chocolate | snow or ice | shooting stars or snowflakes | snowball fights or sledding | making a snow angel or building a snowman | watching Christmas movies or reading next to a lit fireplace.

Apple juice or orange juice | breakfast in bed or dinner in a blanket fort | peanut butter or butterscotch | rain or snow | water park or amusement park | guitar or violin | flip flops or sneakers*** | big cats or bears | ocean or lake | bonfire or picnic | draw or write | oak or mahogany | volleyball or tennis | key chains or post cards | queso or salsa | skate board or roller blades | porch or patio | love quotes or inspirational quotes | hearts or stars | backpack or duffle bag | orchard or garden | baby bunnies or baby ducks | pastels or earth tones | New York City or Los Angeles | secret stairs or secret tunnel | street magician or escape artist | fairies or gnomes | comedy or mystery | purple or green | daisies or dandelions | crayon or chalk | sunglasses tinted blue or sunglasses tinted yellow | bracelets or rings | question mark or exclamation point.

* I know it might sound strange but I haven’t seen either of them - and if I did they weren’t memorable enough.

** I’d like to say UGG because I did use to like them,but I hardly believe I’d ever wear a pair of boots made up of sheepskin now.

*** I hate them both,lol.

I’m tagging @apoherm, @baroquehermione, @classicrebel, @sadgaysupreme and @lorelai-x-gilmore. Enjoy!

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The Ultimate College COVID Packing List

Okay kids, you’ve seen the post about packing light for college, so here’s some specifics for all of you incoming freshmen or returning students who will be living on campus! This is NOT the year to bring extra furniture, decorations, etc. This is the year to pack light and be ready to get on out of there at a moment’s notice if you have to. i proudly present to you -

“What to bring and what not to bring when going to college in a global pandemic!!!”

STORAGE

i used to swear by my camp trunk when i packed for school and while a trunk can be useful because it has more space inside it’s going to be harder to take on a plane or bus. If you go for a trunk, make sure its combined dimensions (length+width+height) are 62 inches or less (the size requirement for checked luggage). The ideal size would probably be a 32x17x13 inch trunk.

Instead of trunks or big containers, go for a combination of suitcases and duffle bags. Your goal should be to minimize luggage - you want be able to carry everything through an airport without any help. So let’s say in theory at MOST you should have a combination that looks something like:

2 checked suitcases + 1 checked duffle + 1 carryon duffle + one personal item backpack

1 checked suitcase + 1 checked duffle + 1 carryon suitcase + one personal item backpack

1 checked suitcase + 1 carryon suitcase + 1 personal item duffle

Get creative, mix and match, calculate the costs for each combination, which will vary depending on if you’re flying, taking a bus, driving, or taking a train. 

Checked and carryon luggage should ideally have 4 spinner wheels and a handle, this will make it easier to move all by yourself. Put your duffles around the handles of the luggage so you can carry everything yourself with minimal effort. If you have checked luggage and carryon luggage, consider a bag connector like this one! You can find surprisingly decent luggage at Costco and from Travelpro, which is designed for pilots and flight attendants but has massive markdowns all the time. 

A good duffle should be spacious with multiple compartments or pockets. If you’re an experienced camper or backpacker, maybe use those types of bags! If you’re not, get something that’s 40 liters of space or more. i bought this 50L duffle for $30 and it’s absolutely absurd the amount of stuff i can fit in it.Leave all other storage options at home. 

Don’t bring your own desk, drawers, furniture etc. Use only the furniture provided by the dorm. Don’t even bring a laundry hamper! Get a fabric laundry bag that you can easily fold. 

LEARN HOW TO PACK EFFICIENTLY. Choose your fighter, the army rolling method or the KonMari folding method (Marie Kondo also has a great video on how to organize what you pack and choose only what you need). This will allow you to bring the amount of clothes you need while taking up minimal space. Speaking of which -

CLOTHING

Your goal is to minimize both items and travel (meaning you shouldn’t plan as if you’re going to travel home every break to swap out clothes). Now is a great time to learn how to build a capsule wardrobe of basic items that can be mixed and matched. Keep it simple. Obviously if you’re in a warmer climate, this will be easier. For colleges with seasons, i’d say aim for 2 pairs of jeans or trousers you like, 1 pair of dress pants, and 1-2 pairs of leggings/joggers/comfortable pants. 1 pair of shorts, no more than 2 skirts, no more than 3 dresses (1 nicer, 1 more casual and comfortable). 10-12 shirts or less (include a variety of tanks, tee shirts, long sleeves, button downs, sweaters, etc.) and 3-5 “layers” like a blazer, cardigan, hoodie, etc. 2 pairs of pajamas, one for warmer weather and one for cooler weather. One raincoat, one fall/spring midweight jacket, one good winter coat - if you’re in Chicago, NYC, etc. invest in a warm parka, and i don’t mean Canada Goose. Just something sturdy that will keep you warm.

You’re going to repeat outfits. That’s fine. You’re not going anywhere important and you’ll be spending a lot of time in your room online. Being able to get out is more important than looking cute.

Pack an appropriate amount of underwear, socks, bras, etc. Bring a hat or two, one for sun and a thick beanie for the cold. Bring one tie and one pair of snow gloves if you need either. Bring a scarf or two for cold climates (they can be an extra layer of protection over a mask). If you wear jewelry, choose up to 10 items you really want and put them in a bag or a small portable jewelry box.

You only need 4 pairs of shoes maximum - one pair of sneakers/gym shoes that you could easily walk two miles in. One pair of of easy slip-on slip-off shoes for going to get mail or do laundry (because you don’t want to walk the dorms barefoot these days) and bonus points if they can double as comfortable ‘nice’ shoes such as cheap loafers, TOMS, basic flats, etc. One flip flops or sandals if you’ll be using communal showers and bathrooms. And one pair of boots that can double as rainboots AND snowboots (duckboots are great for this!) You don’t need heels, wedges, or multiple pairs/styles of shoes for the same reason you don’t need multiple dresses or a full tuxedo - you’re not going anywhere this year! Or at least you shouldn’t! Parties, formals, conferences, etc. are all a terrible idea unless you want COVID-19.

What you should have multiples of are masks and gloves! Have a few reusable face masks you can wash (RedBubble has them in every style, almost every clothing brand sells them, and VogMask/Camridge Mask are great options for something a little more heavy duty). Invest in disposable gloves and one pair of reusable gloves such as dish gloves. Some basic eye protection doesn’t hurt either - i love blue light glasses because they provide some coverage while also being great for reducing eye strain during all your Zoom calls!

SUPPLIES

Keep it basic, and that means you too studyblr kids! You don’t want supplies to take up all your space. Buy a spacious pencil case. Buy a basic back of black Bic pens and put 10-15 in. Those things last forever. Put in 5 presharpened pencils and 5 unsharpened pencils. Bring a pencil sharpener, 1 pink eraser, and 10 eraser toppers. The eraser always runs out before the pencil does. Pack 1-2 glue-sticks, 1 pair of good scissors. Fill the rest of it with your non-essential favorites like mildliners, highlighters, felt tip pens, markers etc. But no more than what can fit in the case. And nothing too expensive, just in case you can’t bring it with you.

Small multi-subject notebooks y’all!! Just get one or two. You never use as many pages as you think you will in your notebooks and multiple full size notebooks are a pain to carry and pack. For my last two years of college i would buy 1 or 2 Five Star 5x7 inch notebooks with 5 subjects for each term. They came with pocket folders inside and i never once used all the pages. i’d often re-use at least one from last term into the next term. It also means you never have to run back for a notebook if you’re at the library and want to do homework for that other class because all your notes for all your classes are right there!!

Bring 2 rolls of scotch tape and 1 roll of masking tape in case you need to repair anything. Pack any essential medication you take, a first aid kit with bandaids, wipes, tweezers, etc. Pack 1 small bottle each of ibuprofen, Tylenol or acetaminophen, any multi-vitamin you prefer, and a vitamin C supplement to help keep your immune system strong.

1 pack of pads/tampons. You can buy more when you get to school, save the space for packing.

1 reusable water bottle. Buy plastic ones periodically/accept reusable free ones given to you at school that you can take if you need to go to the doctor/hospital/etc. so you can throw them away if needed afterwards. 1 mug, if you use one. Make it one you’re willing to leave behind if you must.

1 small set of non-breakable plates/bowls and utensils. i like the Ikea KALAS ones because they’re plastic but can be microwaved or put in the dishwasher. And it’s $2 for a set of 6. 1 small set of tupperware - again IKEA has some good cheap options - that is also microwave safe. You’ll want these solely in the event it’s unsafe to eat in the dining halls. This will let you bring food back to your room and eat, save leftovers from the dining hall or takeout orders, etc. Buy a small bottle of dish soap when you get to school to be able to wash your dishes.

If you use liquid detergent, wait to buy until you’re at school. It takes up more space. If you use detergent pods, choose your own adventure. Buy your shampoo and conditioner at school if you can, same with soap. Same thing with toilet paper, paper towels, and so on. Buy it there, be prepared to leave it behind. Do bring hand sanitizer with you though. Keep a small size in your personal item for your travels and always keep some in your bag at school.

2 disposable toothbrushes, 1-2 tubes toothpaste, 2 toothbrush travel cases. Store the toothbrush you’re using in a travel case while at school to try to prevent contamination. If you become sick, throw your toothbrush away once you’re feeling better and thoroughly wash your travel case. Buy new disposable toothbrushes as needed once at school.

A small wallet or zip ID case with a lanyard. Make sure you can fit your state ID/driver’s license, student ID, transit card, insurance card, credit/debit card, and a little cash in it with ease. One with a clear window is great because you can put your student ID in it to easily show it when required without needing to open your wallet up. A lanyard makes it harder to lose and lets you put your keys on it if you have a physical dorm key.

Your phone charger, with a wall plug. And a mobile charger of some kind (many schools give them away at some point during your first few weeks, orientation, etc. TAKE THEM). You don’t need an Apple branded one, you can find sturdy and cheap ones at Target, etc. You’ll want these in case you get stranded anywhere. And you’ll especially want these because if you need to go to the ER/doctor, you never want to let your phone die while you’re there.

1 cheap tote bag or small backpack or knapsack, etc. that you’re not too attached to. This will be your hospital go-bag. Keep a mini-notebook with your name/birthdate, emergency contact information, relevant medical information, etc. written in it in the event you cannot communicate this yourself. Keep one packed and ready. Other helpful things to have in this bag once you’re at school are a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and underwear; a granola bar, and a disposable water bottle.

1 pair of cheap but reliable headphones, ideally with a microphone. In-ear headphones take up less space than over-ear headphones. These will be great if you’re on a Zoom call or something and don’t want to be heard by your neighbors. Also great for listening to music or podcasts in the event you’re at the doctor/hospital, because just like you never want to forget a phone charger, you never want to be without something to listen to while you wait for a few hours.

DORM STUFF

Now is NOT the time to decorate your dorm. i’m sorry, i love a good Pinterest dorm board and DIY project as much as anyone else. My dorm had a whole aesthetic. It was great. But it was a nightmare to pack up when COVID hit.

All you really need is a duvet/comforter, 1 set of sheets (ideally dark color so they won’t stain, just make sure you wash them regularly), and 1 pillow.

If you want stuff on your walls, don’t bring anything. When you get to school, you’ll likely get some free swag like a college pennant you can put up. Or at the least you’ll get a bunch of papers and maps and things. Hang up the maps. Make them look cool. Draw or do calligraphy on the blank sides of the papers for DIY art and signs. Order a wall calendar with fun art or images on it. Go to Walgreen’s website and use their photo system to order a bunch of photo prints. They almost always have a discount offer happening which makes it super cheap. You can upload photos of your friends and family to surround yourself with nice memories, or upload pictures of art, landscapes, quotes, images you found on Pinterest, your celebrity crush, and literally anything else. Voila, wall decorations.

The key here is to never put up too many things. Everything you put up should be able to be taken down in 15 minutes or less and without any help.

If you really really want some decoration - buy a cheap thing of string lights from Target or something to put up. They add ambiance without much effort and don’t take up too much space. If your room is freezing with concrete floors, a small rug can help if you really think you need one. But - and you already know what i’m gonna say - BUY THEM THERE AND BE READY TO LEAVE THEM BEHIND.

No chairs. No hammocks. No lamps. No furniture. No bulletin boards. No extra bookshelves. Keep it as simple as possible.

The caveat is to bring one small grounding item from home. Maybe it’s a souvenir from a vacation you took. A mug your mom got you. A framed photo of your best friends. Choose one, and make sure it is small.

BOOKS, ETC.

Buy your class books once you get there, either from the campus bookstore, a local bookstore, ThriftBooks, Amazon (if you really must), etc. Or download them online ;) Either way, they’ll take up space while going to school so just get them later unless you have to do reading in advance.

As a book lover it pains me to say this but leave your books at home. Bring at most 4 books with you to school. i’d recommend at least one you haven’t read yet and at least one that’s a “comfort” book you like to reread. Books are one of the hardest things to move and you won’t have that much free time anyways.

Pick one hobby to pack for, and keep it basic. If you like drawing, make it 1 small sketchbook and a mini-pack of colored pencils, markers, watercolors, or crayons. If it’s photography, make it 1 single camera with 1 lens. If you like gaming, bring something small like a Switch lite. If you need a hobby to keep you busy inside, grab yourself a pair of wooden/bamboo knitting needles or a crochet hook, 1 ball of yarn, and go wild. The bottom line is only what you absolutely have to have to not lose your mind.

Have 1 large (32 GB or more) flash drive or SD card to back up your files from your laptop or tablet onto. This will be a huge help in the event something happens to your computer.

Finally, always have a plan with friends/family in the event you need to evacuate. How will you decide if you need to leave? How will you get home/to a safe place? Who will help you get there? How will you afford it? And so on.

Feel free to add anything tips that might be useful!

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