#Golf R Sunglasses

[rafecameronssl4t]

Ok ok ok how about thorton!Reader and Rafe but the reader is equally as bad as Rafe and Topper? I’m thinking the golf scene in season one where they jump Pope but the reader happens to be there too and Pope hopes that she’ll help him… but she doesn’t 🫣

Stay off Figure Eight || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

A/n: the title of this acc hurts me. I can’t think of one (give me ideas pls) 😭😭 I usually write Thornton!reader as being a sweetheart and friends with Pope (much to Rafe's dismay) but this was fun!!!! send thru any requests you have :)

Warnings: both reader and rafe r crazy, mention of blood, violence, swearing. if you were uncomfortable watching this scene in the series, do not read as I go into detail about it

Word count: 1,608

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

"Man, that party was insane!" your brother exclaims, his laugh carrying through the air. Rafe flashes a grin, his arm tightening around your shoulder as the three of you stroll across the grass, searching for a clear spot on the course.

"I mean, my first thought when I did that line was, 'Bro, do we have enough?'" Topper rambles on, clearly thrilled with his first encounter with cocaine. You roll your eyes, growing weary of hearing the same story on repeat.

"It was crazy!" Topper shakes his head in disbelief, as if trying to wrap his mind around the experience. But you’re beyond over it. "It was just a line of coke, Jesus fucking Christ," you mutter under your breath, sliding your sunglasses off and perching them atop your head.

"I know, right?" Rafe adds, chuckling lightly before he steps away from you, lining up his shot. "That was good shit," he remark as he prepares to drive the ball. You casually pop another piece of gum into your mouth, standing beside Topper, who is still basking in his night.

"Hey, you uh… you didn’t tell Sarah, did you?" Topper’s voice drops to a nervous whisper, worry creeping into his tone, his earlier bravado faltering. The mention of Sarah always makes him nervous.

"Are you kidding me, man? The way she runs her mouth? Hell no," Rafe’s response is quick, dismissive, and you can almost hear the relief in Topper’s sigh as he nods. Rafe swings his club, and the sound of the ball slicing through the air is sharp and satisfying.

You let out a low whistle as you all watch it soar, landing close to a group of middle-aged men playing a few holes ahead. "Hey, come on now!" one of them shouts, annoyed by the interruption. You and Topper exchange a glance, both struggling to contain your laughter.

A snort escapes your brother's lips, while you bite down on your gum to suppress a giggle. "Shut up!" Rafe yells back, dismissing them without a second thought, "Geezers!" "They shouldn’t be taking so long anyway," Rafe mutters, shaking his head as he returns to your side, draping his arm over your shoulder again as you chuckle softly. But then, Rafe suddenly tenses, his gaze locked onto something in the distance.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he mutters, his grip tightening on you. "What is it?" you ask, feigning innocence as you follow his line of sight, already sensing the tension brewing. "What?" Topper asks, confused, before he too follows your stares. Rafe’s eyes narrow, a dark intensity brewing within them as he stares at Pope, who remains blissfully unaware of your presence.

Topper glances at you both, sensing the tension that’s quickly building. "I don’t think he’s a member, do you?" you say aloud. "It’s fine, just... just let him go, all right? Let’s go get your ball," Topper suggests, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalates. His voice is calm, but there’s an underlying edge of anxiety.

You scoff, amused by Topper’s attempt at playing peacemaker. "Softening up to the Pogues, are we, Top?" you tease, your tone dripping with mockery. Topper rolls his eyes but doesn’t rise to the bait. "They put a gun to your head, bro," Rafe interjects, his voice hardening as he turns his attention back to Topper.

Your brother remains calm, determined not to escalate things. "That’s fine. It’s fine. Let’s go," he insists, though his voice wavers slightly. You can’t resist needling him further. "Do you still have cocaine in your system right now, or are you being serious? JJ could have easily pulled the trigger on you," you point out, your brow furrowing in disbelief.

Topper avoids your gaze, his lips pressed into a thin line. Rafe’s patience snaps. "Fuck him," he says, his tone final as he spins on his heel and starts marching toward Pope, dragging you along with him. "Hey, Rafe. Rafe! Let’s get your ball, man!" Topper protests, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. "C'mon, Y/n!"

Rafe’s grip tightens around you, his voice low and determined. "I’m gonna show this idiot exactly whose side of the island he’s on," he murmurs against your hair, a proud smirk tugging at his lips. You chuckle, caught up in his confidence as you follow him down the slight hill toward Pope’s path.

"Hey, what’s up, man!" Rafe greets Pope with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, his approach casual but laced with menace. Pope’s face tightens with a mix of fear and anger as he realises he’s outnumbered. "Hey, how much for one of those beers?" Rafe asks, peering into the bags and blocking Pope’s way. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Topper finally catching up.

"They’re not for sale," Pope replies, his voice steady but his eyes darting nervously between Rafe and Topper. You can see the calculation in his mind, weighing his options in the 2 v 1 situation.

"Oh, wait, wait, wait. You can just give us one, then, right?" Rafe suggests, his tone still deceptively friendly as Topper steps up beside him. You stay a few feet back, understanding that this confrontation is theirs to handle.

"Or you can order one, like everybody else," Pope counters, trying to keep his cool. You fight to keep a straight face, impressed by his nerve. Pope attempts to step around Rafe, but Rafe blocks him again, his patience wearing thin.

"Listen. Wait, wait, wait. You’re not listening to me," Rafe says, his voice hardening. "Um… you’ve got so many, bro, and we’ve got nothing." He glances at Topper and then at you, seeking validation. You shrug in mock agreement, playing along with Rafe’s antics.

"Nothin’, man," Topper chimes in, backing Rafe up. Pope holds firm, though. "They’re not even mine. They’re already paid for," he tries to explain, but Rafe isn’t interested in reason.

"Already paid for? What the hell? You probably stole 'em right?" Rafe mutters, grabbing his club and using it to tear open one of Pope’s bags, spilling its contents across the ground. Pope’s eyes widen in disbelief. "What the hell? You owe me for that!" he protests, his voice rising in anger.

Rafe’s chuckle is dark and humorless. "Look, man, I don’t owe you shit, Pogue," he says, stepping closer to Pope, using his height and presence to intimidate. Pope snaps, shoving Rafe back, his anger finally boiling over.

"Buy your own shit!" Pope yells, his face inches from Rafe’s. "Hey, hey, come on, man!" Topper steps in, grabbing Pope by the shoulders, trying to deescalate. "We just want one of these beers! C’mon, just give us one of these—" Topper’s voice is strained as he fights with Pope over the carton.

"You guys are freaking crazy!" Pope shouts, his grip tightening on the beers. The struggle intensifies until Topper, in a burst of frustration, throws Pope to the ground. Pope’s body rolls, stopping just inches from your feet.

"Shit!" Topper curses, surprised by his own actions. You glance down at Pope, who’s groaning in pain at your feet. "Shit, my bad, man," Topper says, though there’s a hint of amusement in his tone. Pope groans before pushing himself up, and before you can react, he launches himself at Rafe, who’s ready for him. Rafe’s club swings down, hitting Pope hard and repeatedly until he falls back to the ground.

"Hey! Rafe, Rafe! Come on, man!" your brother shouts, his voice panicked. "Stay down, bitch!" Rafe yells, his anger boiling over. Topper looks at you, desperation in his eyes, but you remain still, blowing a bubble with your gum, unfazed. "Hey, let’s go! Let’s go, man!" Topper insists, trying to pull Rafe back. Rafe ignores him, his rage blinding him as he lifts the club higher, slamming it down near Pope’s head.

Pope groans, blood trickling from his mouth as he lies on the ground. Rafe crouches down, grabbing Pope’s face, forcing him to look at him. "We don’t want you here. Got that?" Rafe’s voice is low and menacing as he pats Pope’s cheek. "Stay off Figure Eight, Pogue," he warns before straightening up and walking away.

"Top, let’s go!" Rafe calls out, not bothering to check if your brother is following. Topper hesitates, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. You don’t move until Rafe is nearly at your side, and then, to everyone’s surprise, you walk past him, heading toward Pope. Rafe stops, watching you with confusion, and Topper’s brows knit together as they both try to figure out what you’re doing.

"I swear to God, Y/n, if Mom finds out that you’re involved—" Topper begins, but you cut him off sharply. "Oh, shut up!" you snap, crouching down to reach for your favorite beer bottle that had fallen from Pope’s bag. "What the fuck is she doing?" you hear Topper mutter, his disbelief clear as he watches you.

Pope watches you silently, his face bruised and bloody. "This could have been so much easier for you if you had just given them the beer," you sigh, noticing the bottle opener clipped to his belt loop. Pope’s eyes flare with anger, but he’s too hurt to do anything. "Fuck. You," he seethes as you pop the bottle open with a practiced flick.

"Cheers!" you smile, taking a sip before standing up and walking back to Rafe and Topper. They’re both stunned, not sure whether to laugh or be shocked by your coldness. "What? It’s my favourite," you pout playfully. Rafe chuckles, clearly impressed as he pulls you back to his side, while Topper scoffs loudly, shaking his head in disbelief.

[wileys-russo]

hey! no clue if your requests are open but if they are how about leah x reader where leah plans a date where they go golfing, hoping to impress reader with her skills but reader actually plays golf too and ends up being better than leah at it. so leah is just completely dumbfounded and slightly annoyed (in a good way) but also impressed. also cueing some teasing from r about being better.

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"this is where we're spending the day?" you laughed as leah pulled up to the golf course, grinning at you as she parked the car. "i told you we were doing an outdoor activity and to dress for the occasion." leah hurried out of the car and to your side, popping open your door.

"thank you, charmer." you smiled, pecking her lips as she closed the door after you. "when the hell did you pack those?" you shook your head as leah popped her boot, grabbing out a set of clubs.

"never you mind my girl." leah grinned. "oh you're a sick sick woman." you sighed, seeing the engraved LW on each club, your girlfriend shoving your head playfully before slinging the clubs over her shoulder, locking her car and holding out her hand for you to take.

she booked you both in, promising to take you out for lunch afterwards as you watched on in amusement as she made a point to greet everyone you came across, relishing in the fact they all knew her by name, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye clearly trying to impress you.

she made sure to introduce you to everyone as her girlfriend, dropping the word as often as she could with a proud grin on her face. "hey stewart, can you hook my girlfriend up with a set of clubs please?" leah leant forward on the counter with a charming smile toward the older man.

"i'm just gonna go put my clubs in the cart love." leah murmured quietly, kissing the side of your head and stepping outside as stewart brought out a few different sets for you to try.

selecting the ones you were happy with you were quick to pay for them before your girlfriend returned, earning yourself an annoyed scowl from the taller blonde as you met her outside, handing her your chosen clubs to load in the back of the cart with her own.

"today was supposed to be on me, cheeky girl." leah tutted as you slid into the cart beside her, kissing her cheek and mumbling a thank you into the skin as she started the cart, driving you to the first hole.

"you go first babe, show me how its done." you waved for her to start as leah hopped out of the cart, riffling through her clubs and pulling out her driver, sending you a wink as you leaned against the cart, dropping your sunglasses down onto your nose as she positioned herself.

you clapped politely at leahs first shot which sailed straight down the green, the blonde nodding in satisfaction as she made her way back to you. "do you want a hand picking out which club to use?" leah offered with a somewhat cocky smile, and so deciding to play into her ego you nodded.

leah selecting your club she took your hand and guided you to the tee, making a show of demonstrating where your hands go and how to swing, only stepping away once you assured you were okay.

you smiled to yourself as your first shot went straight, it didn't go as far as leah's but it did remain on the fairway and you shrugged happily. "nice shot gorgeous, must have a good teacher!" leah winked as the two of you drove down to where your balls sat.

"mmm something like that."

~

it turns out, it was something like that however not what leah imagined.

she'd taken you golfing in hopes of being able to show off, wanting you to be impressed and proud as well as giving herself an opportunity to get a little handsy with you as she showed you the ropes.

however, leahs plan was unraveling with every hole the two of you played. you'd rejected needing her help and much to leahs absolute horror you were winning.

by now she'd put two and two together that you'd clearly played before, your shots all effortlessly successful as you'd send her a smile and a wink afterward, asking if there was anything she'd have you do differently as your teacher, only winding up the defender further.

"so. did you plan on ever telling me you're secretly a golf pro?" the blonde asked moodily as you returned by her side after making a birdie with a happy grin. "you never asked." you smiled smugly, stealing a kiss and gesturing for her to take her shot.

"you never asked." the blonde mocked under her breath with a huff, only widening your smile at how much this was getting to her. her annoyance grew as she missed an easy putt, smacking her club into the ground and swearing loudly.

"hey hey williamson we treat our tools with respect here, this isn't a football pitch there isn't someone who comes and fixes the grass at half time." you teased, the blonde sending you a murderous glare as you grinned, blowing her a kiss as she tapped her ball in and made her way back to you.

"don't be a sore loser." you cooed, grabbing her face and kissing her cheek repeatedly as she pushed you off. "i love golf! why didn't you tell me you were so good, we could have played together already." leah pouted with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest.

"because i hate golf. the only reason i'm decent is because its the only way my dad ever tried to bond with me, we spent almost every second sunday playing golf and he was not a patient teacher." you laughed, grabbing her hands and squeezing them gently.

"you'd still destroy me on the football pitch lee, now stop being so stroppy." you kissed her knuckles. "we're going for a kick around for our next date then." leah decided firmly making you laugh and agree, pulling the older girl into a proper kiss.

"now, would you like me to show you how to properly swing captain?" "oh fuck off!"

[dearharriet]

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BROUGHT - 2 - U CLA - AT

LEAST - GREEN - PAINT

EMERGENCY - AREA AS

THEY - TOOK - STATE - CA

MANDATORY - 30 MIN XO

LUNCH - SO - WHEN SHE

WOKE - UP - HOSPITAL 2

FELT - STRANGE - BELOW

SAW - SHOCKING - THAT

NO - MORE - FULL LEGS

JESUS - IS - LORD - FOR

HOT - STILL - TV SHOWS

'BIONIC - MAN' - LEE MAJORS

'BIONIC - WOMAN' - LINDSAY

WAGNER - BOTH - IN - TRUE

HALLMARK - MOVIES - YES

ROMANCE - ABOUT - DOGS

VETERINARIAN ( s ) - THUS

FUTURE - REPLACING HER

WITH - BIONIC - LEGS AND

GIVING - HIPNOSIS - 4 - IN

NEW YORK - ASTORIA THERE

WAS - A - FIRE - 3 BUILDINGS

AWAY - ELEVATOR - OPENED

FIREMEN - RUSHED - IN AND

MY - SUADE - DESIGNER BLK

COAT - HEAVY - OVER $2,000

MY - PHILIPPINE - ADOPTED

MOM - GAVE - ME - THEY

WENT - BEHIND - ME AND

SHOVED - MY - BACK - FR

ELEVATOR - 2 - OUTSIDE

THEY - ALL - SAID - ITS THE

LAW - THEY'RE - FIREMEN

SO SMILED - PAW PAW - MY

PAW - BRUCE LEE - AGE 32

GOT - GENTLY - ONE - AX &

SLICED - THEN - CUT - ALL

2 - PIECES - KILLED - ALL IN

ELEVATOR - TOOK - STAIRS

AFTER - 4 - CONCIERGE YES

ALLOWED - THEM - IN - THE

SAME - WHO - TOLD - ME NY

5:30P - CAN'T - BRING - MY

THINGS - WEIRDO - ISRAEL

MOVERS - 3 HRS - LATE - 2

BAD - NEWS - IN - NEW YORK

NOT - ALLOWED - BACK - IN

ROOSEVELT - ISLAND - NYC

NOW - PENTHOUSE - AND I

NOT - ALLOWED - IN - INNS

WAS - REMOVED - FR - THERE

BECAUSE - HER - HUSBAND

PINOY - ADOPTED - FATHER

HIS - ERECTION - STRONG - SO

THEIR - ALL - THE - WAY - WAS

SUPERB - BUT - SHE - CHANGED

MIND - THEN - WHEN - THEY YES

WENT - 2 - EUROPE - HE STAYED

2 - KNOCK - ME - UP - NYC - NY

BEFRIENDED - CONCIERGE

MALE - CHARLIE - HE SAID

WON'T - HAPPEN - ADOPTED

INCEST - SAN FRANCISCO YES

AGAIN - THEY - GET - THEIR

KIDS - PREGNANT - PILIPINAS

OR - OVERSEAS - 2 - SELL THE

BABIES - HUSBAND - WIFE AS

THEY - RAPE - THEIR - FIRST

1ST BORN - DAUGHTERS AS

NOW - I - KNOW - CHRISTIANS

UNIVERSITY - OF - PILIPINAS

THEY - WERE - RAPING - MY

PERSONAL - MAID - MAIDS

SHE - LESBIAN - WAS - YES

RAPING - MY - MAIDS BUT

THEY - STAYED - BECAUSE

OF - ME - SO - SHE - DIED

FIRST - MAJOR - HEART

ATTACK - HE - NOW - IN

CALAPAN - ORIENTAL - OR

MINDORO - WITH - FRENCH

SABER - SWORD - I - WILL PH

TAKE - CARE - OF - HIS BODY

PIECES - AFTER - AND - WITH

MICKEY MOUSE - WATCH

AIR - CREMATE - BODY AS

SECRET - NEW - OWNER OF

MAKATI - AND - MINDORO

ISLAND - SO - I'M - NOW 2

HUNGRY - SUSHI - $5 - AT

PUBLIX - EXIT - 10 ST - AT

PROMENADE - ALSO - AT

FREE - METROMOVER TRAIN

911 - 9 ST - PUBLIX - SELF YES

SERVICE - 2 - GET - FOOD XO

GOT - LOTS - 2 - POST - YES

TODAY - ABOUT - BLK - AND

HISPANIC - STALKERS - NOW

BLK - MALE - JEWEL - AS HE

THINKS - HE - CAN - KISS MY

I'M REALLY - AGE 59 MOUTH

WAS - ONLY - RAPED - BY

OVER - 25 WHITE AMERICAN

UGLY - MALES - B 4 - AGE 21

TALL - BRUNETTE - MALES &

SINGLE - MIAMI - POLICE YES

SECRETLY - LOVE - HOMELESS

THEY - KNOW - OUTSIDE - HAI

ADDRESS - AS - WE - RELEASE

OUR - ROBOTS - 2 - END THEIR

USA - TORTURE - AND ABUSE

FOREIGNERS - DO - U - KNOW

THEIR - HARRASSING - US - 4

WE - ENJOYED - OUR

DOMESTIC - TRANQUILITY

POLICE - SHERIFFS - ILLEGAL

TAX - PAID

MILITARY - FORCE - ADD - ON

FINEST - MILITARY - WEAPONS

SMALLEST - BULLETS - INDEED

ONLY - ALLOWED - TAX - PAID 2

WHAT's - IT - LIKE - 2 - HAVE

24 HRS

LESS THAN - TIC TAC - SIZE

WALT DISNEY - SIGNATURE

LIMITED EDITION - BULLETS

TAX - QUALIFIED

ILLEGAL - CIVILIAN - SIZE

AMMUNITION - BY - THE

SERVANTS - OF - STATE

14TH - NO - US - STATE CAN

DEPRIVE - ANY - PERSON OF

LIFE - REVISED - UNLESS

'REQUIRED - BY - JUDICIAL'

FORGOT WORDS SO ABLE2 - EXECUTE - REPOSSESS AND EVICT - ILLEGAL - PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS - WILL - CONTINUE

[jimmydemaret]

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Favorite Crime 1/3

Rafe Cameron x (Fem)Reader, JJ Maybank x (Fem)Reader

Y/N was once Rafe Cameron's world, but when he chose drugs over her. She picks up the pieces of her broken heart and JJ puts them together again.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drug abuse, abuse, manipulation, cursing, breakup, sexual themes.

A/N: this is kind of a mix of fanon and canon Rafe, definitely more romanticized than he should be but only for the purpose of this story. This also isn’t time line accurate, I shifted some stuff around so the plot flowed better, don’t come for me.

Word Count: 2122

(Not my gif)

Rafe and Y/N met out of pure coincidence. Y/N worked on the golf course and Rafe was there one day with friends and he fell in love at first sight.

She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Immediately charming her with his smile, and his confidence. Resulting in what was going to be one dinner.

Y/N knew who Rafe was, she wasn't dumb. But something about that wolfish smile drew her in. He took her out to dinner and it was perfect. She wasn't used to how he treated her.

Like she was a queen. Y/N was relatively shy. But she was kind and had a good heart. Rafe made her feel seen. Like she was a queen. He made her love herself.

Until he didn't. A few months after they became official, and Kildare was buzzing with the news of the Eldest Cameron's new girlfriend, things changed. Rafe changed.

He was secretive and shifty. He didn't tell her things anymore. He snapped at her more often and then he'd cry and apologize. Y/N was worried beyond belief.

Too many nights he'd come crawling in her window after the sun went down. He'd hold her in his lap and cry into her neck.

"It's all a fucking mess." He cried. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his head.

"It's gonna be okay...whatever is going on will pass." She tried to console. He cursed softly and tightened his arms around her.

Around this time, Y/N started to confide in Sarah. Who had recently started dating John B. Once the pogues had accepted her as one of them, Sarah asked if Y/N could hang out one day after a rough fight with Rafe that the whole Cameron house had heard due to Rafe's unhinged anger issues.

They of course welcomed the new member with open arms. JJ remembered how his eyes nearly popped out of his skull and his cheeks flushed a shade of red no one had seen before. She was fucking perfect. Every inch of her.

She wasn't even wearing anything special. A ratty old hoodie with doodles and cigarettes burns in it. And shorts, her bag and longboard in hand. Her hair was wild and curly, the only thing keeping it out of her face was her sunglasses pushed back on her head.

"Hi! It's real nice to meet you all." She said sweetly. JJ's heart melted as she shook his hand. He got a chance to look at the dozens of handmade brackets on her wrists.

"I'm JJ, nice bracelets." He said. She smiled and undid one.

"Here!" She said, gently tying it around his wrist. He couldn't even answer, too in awe of her immediate kindness to the whole group.

She was a kook. Supposed to be. She didn't look like a kook. They went out on the HMS Pogue for the afternoon. Sarah and Y/N had brought beer and white claws and JJ and Kie provided top shelf weed.

Y/N wasn't a drinker, but man if she didn't enjoy a good joint now and then.

JJ swore it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen watching her roll a J herself. She shrugged her hoodie off and revealed her crocheted bikini top.

"Oh my god! That's so pretty!" Kie said, climbing over and gently touching her strap.

"Thank you- I make them. I'll make you one!" Y/N said. They welcomed Y/N in immediately. She talked to John B about fishing and to Pope about books and JJ could've listened to her talk about anything, all day.

She talked to him about surfing and how she wanted to go on adventures and see the world. She was really perfect.

Then JJ saw the bracelet on her write. A little R charm on it and his head started to spin. No. There's no way.

"What's the R stand for?" JJ asked softly, fingers brushing the bracelet.

"Oh, Rafe." She said, smiling softly. His eyes nearly left his head.

"You with Rafe Cameron?" He asked, catching everyone's attention. Her cheeks flushed brightly and she nodded shyly.

"Yeah, we've been dating for almost a year." She said, sipping her drink. Sarah smiled at Y/N sadly.

"We're actually in a really big fight right now." She whispered, Sarah's arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"No shit?" JJ murmured. Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly.

"Everyone has their baggage. Rafe's always been there for me, and I wanna be there for him. But he pushes people away." Y/N said softly. Sarah hugged her tightly and kissed her head.

"He can be an asshole. I praise you for staying with him." Sarah said. Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled softly.

"He's not that bad. He's sweet and he's always been there for me." She said. Sarah smiled. Y/N really saw something in Rafe no one else did.

Sarah and Kie came over after a bit. Once Y/N was sitting alone again.

"Am I crazy or was there a lil something going on between you and JJ." Kie teased. Y/N flushed and smiled shyly.

"N-No no- we were just talking. H-He was just trying to make me feel included." She said. Sarah smirked at Kiara and nudged her.

"No- he's definitely sweet on ya." Kie said. Y/N giggled and smacked her arm.

"Leave him alone. He was being sweet." Y/N defended. It was cute. They instantly clicked. She just felt comfortable around him.

At the end of the day, Y/N had dove new friends. And before Sarah and her left, JJ pulled her back and put his number in her phone.

"Let's hang out again." He said, a sly smirk on his face.

"Of course!" She said happily. He kissed her cheek and she ran off to Sarah's car.

"Drop me at the boys place, I need to talk to Rafe." Y/N said. Sarah nodded and dropped her off.

Topper let her in and she went down the hall to his room. She knocked softly and the door opened.

"H-Hey...can we talk?" She whispered. He nodded and gently took her hand.

"Yeah- of course." He whispered. She followed him inside and closed his door.

"I'm so fucking sorry about this morning. I- I was hungover and Ward and I were fighting last night. And I took my anger out on you- I know you don't deserve that, I don't deserve you." Rafe said. Y/N was stunned. He always apologized but not like this.

She wrapped her arms around his middle tightly. His chin resting on her head.

"Don't say that- you know I love you so much." She whispered. He gently brushed his finger through her hair and buried his head into her neck.

"I love you- more than I have ever loved anything. I don't know what I'd do without you." He murmured, angry tears filling his eyes.

His fathers words replaying in his head.

Worthless. Fuck up. Deadbeat.

"It's okay, Rafe. M'not going anywhere." She whispered, kissing his cheek. She leaned back, holding his face.

She kissed his cheeks and his nose and then his lips gently.

"I love you, and I'm always here for you." She whispered. He leaned down, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

"I love you, missed you today." He said softly. She smiled and set her bag down on the bed.

"I missed you too, I was hanging out with Sarah and her friends." She said. His jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes.

"Those fucking pogues?" He asked.

"Hey! Don't be mean, they were really nice." She said, shrugging her hoodie off so she could change out of her wet swimsuit.

"What'd you do?" He asked.

"Went out on John B's boat and we swam for a bit. Kie was really nice." She said. Rafe didn't like them by any means. But if Y/N liked them, he wasn't gonna say anything to discourage her from making friends.

"That's good, baby. Glad you had a good day." He said, watching as she pulled on a pair of spare leggings she kept at his house and one of his sweatshirts. She climbed onto the bed next to him and nuzzled into his side.

"I'm exhausted." She murmured, her arms wrapping around his middle.

"Yeah, long day, huh?" He said softly. She nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Why'd you get into it with, Ward?" She asked softly, gently holding his cheek.

"Oh you know...the usual. I'm a fuck up and I'm gonna kill myself with the drugs." He said. Her heart clenched and she picked at her bottom lip.

"Well...the drugs are something I'd like to talk about." She whispered. He groaned, rolling so he was leaning over her.

"Not you too." He grumbled. She held his face and pouted.

"Rafe...you know that I don't ever judge you. But the coke is getting out of hand and you know it." She said, holding his chin gently.

"I know, baby. I'm getting my shit together- I swear. I'm getting it tight. For Wheezie, for you, for my dad." He said.

"Fuck your dad...you're smart and sweet and he doesn't appreciate all you do for him." She whispered. He smirked and kissed her softly. She really did see something in him. She knew he was good. She thought he was good.

She stayed that night, wanting to make up for the time apart while they were fighting.

In the morning they made breakfast together and the boys teased the two. Teasing Rafe that he was whipped. He didn't care. Because he loved her. And she made him a better person.

She started to hang out with Sarah and the pogues more often. Much to Rafe's dismay. He hated that she was around them. She hated that she was around JJ, and John B and Pope. His girl.

He'd never voice his fears because he didn't wanna sound insecure or needy. But fuck, if he did t full with rage every time she left to meet them at the docs.

Rafe had been at Barry's before going back to the apartment. When he came home, he was high off his ass. And being high made him paranoid as it was.

Y/N got home from swimming with Kie and Sarah. An oversized flannel thrown over her swim suit.

"Hi, baby! How was your day?" She greeted sweetly. He looked up and his eyes darkened.

"My day? It was fine...guess it would've been better if I hadn't have seen JJ all fucking over you." He growled. She stopped, her heart skipping a beat.

"R-Rafe, we weren't doing anything. H-He helped me out of the water and into the boat." She said, her back against the wall. He slammed his hands against the table and marched over.

She flinched as his fists hit the wall on either side of her head.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He yelled. Tears filled her eyes and she shoved him away from her.

"D-Do not talk to me that way! I-I didn't fucking flirt with JJ- I didn't cheat on you! So get a fucking grip!" She screamed, her body shaking with fear.

He'd never looked so angry in his life. She was terrified.

His jaw clenched and he punched the wall, his fist going directly through. She jumped, a small shriek leaving her.

"I saw you!" He yelled. She cried and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"You saw me with my friends! You saw my friend helping me! I-I don't get the fucking complex you have about JJ but he's my fucking friend! So get your shit sorted, Rafe." She said. He grabbed her arm and pinned her to the wall.

She looked up at him and her heart stopped. His pupils were wider than she'd ever seen them. Barely able to see the pretty blue of his irises that she'd fallen in live with. It wasn't Rafe looking back at her. It was something else.

"Y-You're high- y-you are fucking high, Rafe!" She cried, shoving him away from her.

"Y-You said- you said y-you were gonna stop a-and be better!" She yelled.

"It doesn't fucking matter! Why do you care?" He yelled. She jumped and pushed him back as he got in her face.

"Because I don't want you to fucking die!" She screamed.

"I-I don't want JJ- I just want you. W-Why can't you see that?" She cried, grabbing her bag and leaving. She hopped on her bike and started pedaling. Anywhere. She didn't care.

She called Sarah in tears. Needing someone.

"We're all at the Chateau. Come here."

[lacunafiction]

Ruby/Reese Verner (Fernweh Saga)

Links: (About the Game| FAQ | RO aesthetics)

[Link to masterpost with the demo: HERE]

♦ First appearance in Demo: Chapter 2

♦Role within Fernweh: Socialite

♦Past with MC: Former playground rivals

♦Personality: ‘I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it’ is applicable. Playful, arrogant, calculating, but also charming, perceptive, and sometimes well-meaning, R can leave people off-balance and uncertain of where they truly stand with the Verner heir. Their mischievous smirk can just as quickly turn into a frosted over, sharp smile once they are crossed. They have an irreverence for the tradition that they were strictly brought up within. Your return to Fernweh is viewed as a potential diversion from the stuffy business meetings, glitzy parties, and small town politics that they must deal with, though R’s interest may go beyond that…

♦Appearance: Pale blue eyes. Sleek platinum blond hair that is styled with some sort of product (Reese’s hair is crew cut and styled back, while Ruby’s is long length). Fair borderline pale skin. A runner's build toned without extra muscle. Tends to have a proud set to their lips, not quite a smirk or a smug smile, but amused at what is happening around them that they are above. Perfect, elegant posture.

(Some random facts are below the read more.💚 )

♦Random Facts:

- ♢ Fencing, golfing, horseback riding, other somewhat pretentious sport, etc. R has likely tried them, but prefers the freedom that comes with running the most.

- ♢ Begged their mother for a pet for years and years, even outlining plans and a presentation for why a pet was necessary, and was denied. ‘Acquired’ (hid in their closet) a stray cat (that was not at all pedigreed or approved), but R loves him and now has a pet.

- ♢ Can play the piano. (No, they did not want to learn how to play the piano.)

- ♢ Has a rarely indulged sweet tooth, especially for more homemade desserts as opposed to fancy things, though wanting a sugar cookie over a soufflé isn’t something that would be admitted.

- ♢ Wears sunglasses more often than not; it’s easier to assess people’s intentions from behind tinted lens and even easier to not appear as openly bored with a conversation.

[fnafqueen17]

A New Life Begins Ch3

The company couldn't believe there eyes of Freddy's new designs... Goldish-Brownish fur, eyes blue like the ocean, a cyan Lighting bult, a wrestling look mask on his face, puck rock bracelets, blue nails, a red ear ring piercing, Black hat with a blue line, a great black bowtie, red shoulder pads, and legs warmer(things I have no idea lol), and he was complete. Mike(the boss): "He's done...He's AMAZING" the boss was impressed with the new design Employ1: "So Boss what shall we do with him'' the boss said Mike: " Put him with the others and power him up so he can charge we will keep a close eye on him but for do that and we can go home and check on him tomorrow'' Employ1: "you got it boss" the Employ did what his Mike said powered him on and put him on the charging station Employ1: "Your going to do such great thing... GlamRock Freddy". All the employs left and so did Mike, they have robots that can work for as long as possible, to clean, make sure everything is right, help, (but they are also kind of creepy when they pop out of nowhere...anyway), while Freddy was charging other people came down to check him out or should I say...Animatronics, 3 animatronics looked at him as he was sleeping the first animatronic, was a girl had a green streak in her hair, her eyes so beautiful and yellow that you can't look away, a red outfit with a black spike, grey feet, green nails, crazy purple warmers with tiger strips on them(same with her arms) a crazy-yet wild look of puck rock, purple piercing, she finds herself beautiful (and she sometimes talks to herself) her name is Roxy, the second animatronic He's green, has a red mohawk in on his head, he loves to golf, and he loves to rock out to, sharp teeth for days, dark/light goldish eyes, star shape sunglasses, purple shoulder pads, purple gloves, puck rock bracelets, and a spike puck belt, giant, purple feet, dark green pants with spots, his name is Montgomery Gator, the third animatronic she was bubbly, fun, (eats trash for some reason), loves pizza, and rocking out, has green gloves, a pink bow in her hair, puck rock bracelets, different leg warmers one green with spots the other pink with strips, purple-blueish eyes, yellow feet, triangle shaped earrings, a pink outfit, pink lipstick, pink shoulder pads, her name is GlamRock Chica, GRC(glamrock Chic): "Wow guys look a new friend.... who is he?" MG(Montgomery Gator): "He's the new guy they found on the street they said that he was destroyed but they rebuild him" R(Roxy): "Why the hell would they throw him out" MG: "How the fuck should I know" GRC: "Guys shush...look he is waking up" they all watch him.. he was being to awaken he was twitching a lil bit and...then...(TBC)...

[banhchao]

🦈🪐🎐

there’s a lot of shit that i still do that i probably shouldn’t.

i haven’t worn my cat mermaid socks yet. last time i put them out i was getting ready for a date. i was annoyed cause i couldn’t find a decent outfit (save for the socks) and it was sweltering but nevertheless i was excited to see u again. i ended up not because u called to tell me u had to work late.

i still keep the socks out in hopes that i get to see & spend time with u again.

i still add songs to the car playlist. i added “into the night” by yoasobi just this morning. u like japanese city pop which is an outlier to the usual rap songs you listen to. i heard it on tik tok yesterday and i knew u would like it. i thought “oh this would be nice to listen to in the car together!” but i pathetically knew fully well it would never happen again.

i made u a bracelet awhile back and was pretty excited to surprise u with it. the last time i gave u something i made, u kissed me on the forehead and smiled so widely, i wanted to see it again and again. i chose red and black cause u said red is ur favourite colour and cause u wear a lot of black. it spells out “meatball” in beads cause i don’t have a cute nickname for u & instead consistently call u that. the bracelet now sits in the front pocket of my work backpack untouched. i keep on thinking one day i’ll spend another work lunch with u and finally surprise u with it. but the weeks have passed & i’ll have to accept that that day will never come.

i get sad at a lot of mundane things now. a motorcycle zooming by, the smell of cigarettes, mini-putt, lovebirds, sunglasses & the word “cul-de-sac”. the stupid slang u would use that i could never understand, eating taco bell in the parking lot, still remembering handshakes i will never do again. the thought of moving on and letting go makes me so fucking sad cause despite the end having passed long ago, i’m nowhere near ready for it. i can’t move on because the thought of ending things with u for good breaks my heart. i still want to spend time with u and annoy u and kiss u over and over again.

they say moving on is hard because u aren’t only letting go of previous happy memories but also of the potential of a future. that hits especially hard cause i’m constantly thinking of things we missed out on that we had planned to do together. everything was up in the air of course, but I was still looking forward to them nonetheless - trips out of the city, mini-golf, motorcycle rides, outside dates enjoying the warm weather together & late night walks underneath the stars. the person i want to do these things with is u and only u. not past-tense or even future-tense but right now, at this very moment, i only desire being with you.

but i can’t.

i miss u & i want u but i can’t have u. even so, despite the mess we call my head and heart, i hope u r doing well. & in the future i hope i can say i completely am too.

[stimuliandthelike]

much ado about nothing (2011)

or i guess in other words, the one with tennant and tate. this is for future reference but also for u @jules1144​. 

a shakespeare play set up like Mamma Mia with a low budget... i am in love

apparently the way to make me fall in love with you is by being beatrice

our first impression of beatrice is witty-wine-aunt and our first impression of benedick is crazy-area-man-makes-dramatic-entrance-in-a-poorly-decorated-golf-cart and i think thats very cash money of them

“my deeeaarrR Lady Disdain... *high pitched voice* are yoU YET LIVING?” he looks so SMUG and she looks so UNBOTHERED this is such a PERFECT PORTRAYAL OF THEIR CHARACTERS

beatrice: i had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he LOoOooOOVes mE

benedick: :DDDDD

(oh u poor unaware souls)

theyre having so much FUN insulting each other i fucking love them so MUCH 7th grade me did not appreciate the absolute GOLD MINE this play was

don john: im not of many words- benedick: and yet he never shuts the fuck up!!!!!!

claudio: no i pray thee speak in sober judgement  benedick: ....why...?

benedick is me everytime one of my friends talk to me about someone theyre falling for. just: “i noTeD HeR nOT BuT i LoOKeD At HEr”. tbt when i thought i was ace

bro... bro let me... get real close to your face bro.... let me be centimeters away from your neck and talk about my evil plans bro... bro... i cannot hide what i am bro... whats that bro?... im gay bro...

BEATRICE IN A SUIT!!!!! BEATRICE IN A SUIT!!! HOLY MOTHER OF GOD BEATRICE IN A SUIT!!!!! look i had so much respect for this woman already but it increases by the second i am in awe. if i had any doubts about being gay before they have been erased. also. the correct way to communicate with your family members is definitely 100% to swing your leg over a chair and rant about marriage and mock love when really you are scared nobody will ever love u. the sunglasses,,,,, the tie,,,, the quality

okay i know the costume design is absolutely fucking brilliant here and that david tennant dressed as a slutty peppa pig is absolutely a Topic of Interest but everytime they insult each other i gain a year in my life. google how do you cope when the love of your life tears you apart with her wit and her ability to destroy people with it. 

also shes dancing AND roasting the fuck out of him. the power she has.

benedick.exe has stopped working

look. LOOK. claudio has no rights. but. BUT. the earrings and the necklace and the shirt are *chefs kiss*. yet another genius move by the costume department.

mr tennant he is moping. mr tennant u r breaking him.

therapy with Dad. 

benedick: beatrice insulted me!!! she called me a JESTER :((( don pedro externally: uhh... what would give her that idea... done pedro internally: beatrice... will she be my wife? if she will not be my wife.. i will set her up with the man she claims to loathe.. ah...yes.. perfect.. i am cupid

also i knew hes a good actor but shit he portrays benedick so well. like. im in awe of ur acting sir. i’ve never laughed so much in my life while also simultaneously feeling so sad

just talking about the woman you definitely arent falling in love with with your dad friend... just talkin about how the woman you are definitely not in love with is so poisonous and horrible.... just talking about how much you despise the woman you are falling in love with...

JUST TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU DESPISE THE WOMAN YOU ARE FALLING IN LOVE WITH AS THE WOMAN YOU DEFINITELY DESPISE (NOT LOVE!!!!) CATCHES YOU IN THE ACT

side note: he yelp

therapy with Dad part 2

just talking to your dad friend about how you are definitely not in love with aforementioned man who is definitely not in love with you either. beatrice marry me

oh fuck dad friend has asked to marry me. abort abort abort abort abort..eat glass??

the best way to deal with the fact that beatrice wont marry you is to start pairing her up with the man she doesnt know she loves yet. deal with rejection by spreading love!!!! what a dude

oh how ~dramatic~ i wonder what will happen-

I DEFINITELY DIDN’T WONDER THIS WILL HAPPEN

the Vibes. the absolute vibes. a shakespeare character in shorts and a superman (thankyou @deathly-shipper​) t shirt and sunglasses pining and monologuing away on the floor as he sips some beer from a funky straw... ingenious

benedick dissing claudio and talking about how much hes changed after falling in love but really its also foreshadowing how much benedick will change after he falls in love so hes dissing HIMSELF too... poetic cinema

the sheer chaoticness of this scene is so iconic where do i begin. three friends of benedick get together to try to get him with beatrice and spend the whole scene pretending they cannot see him while benedick blatantly runs around the place tripping over his feet as claudio waxes poetic about how much pain beatrice is going through because of her love... and how perfeCt poor benedick is for her.. how ingenious.. how despicable... i love them.

IS HE GOING TO DANCE

YES HE ABSOLUTELY IS

he will TWIRL 

he will also CRASH INTO TRAYS OF FOOD 

the piNinG

beATRICE LOVES ME??? mE??? she..loves.. ME???

beatrice: :| benedick: :DDDD

A Series of Unfortunate Events (catherine tate i am in love with you)

the fact that they shoot this like some 80s diner scene... cinematic... maybe i am gay. catherine tate playing beatrice is my gay awakening

what is even going on in this one. i have nothing but respect for all the actors involved. mayhaps when i am not afraid of tumblr crashing i will do a part 2

[lonelypond]

Love Is For Losers

NicoMaki, Love Live, 1.7K, 1/2

Summary: Yazawa Nico and Nishikino Maki are both key players on the Otonokizaka University Tennis Team. But now Nico has decided to "improve" Maki's social media and tennis game.

Love Is For Losers

Not the most flattering picture of herself, racquet ready, waiting for the return of a serve, but Maki Nishikino really liked her look of concentration. So she hit “Post.”. And the hearts and reactions and fire emojis piled on. Wait, what was that comment, from @NicoNi? “With squinty eyes like that, how can you see the ball?”

WTF?!?!?!? Junior and top tennis singles player Nico Yazawa was notorious for living on social media. Since practice started in September, she’d been leading weekly social media best practice training sessions for the Otonokizaka University team that freshman Maki had proudly never attended. And now she was trolling Maki? Was that a social media best practice?

Maki never replied to a comment, but to let the smug Nico Ni have the last word would grate across every nerve Maki had.

To quickly type, “Who’s in the top 10 national standings again? Can you see that?” seemed almost an illicit thrill. To get an instant reply of eye emojis, plus a sweatdrop made Maki laugh out loud. Quickly scoping out the coffeeshop to check if she’d drawn any attention to herself, Maki clicked through to NicoNi’s home page, Nico’s last post was a bikini shot with an obscene amount of hearts and various emoji combinations in an endless comment scroll. Maki snorted, too obvious an attention grab. Maki would ignore it and stick to tennis, which she knew very well. Ah, there was a pic of Nico rushing the net, one of her favorite ways to use her sprint speed. Maki had an in.

“Spend less time looking at my pics and more time on your approach shots.”

Another instant reply. Another sweat drop. “Nico knows. But you’re so pretty. See you at media training ; )”

Did Nico think she was going to get Maki into one of her stupid sessions like that? Maki dropped her phone on the table, sipping her espresso with a frown.

###

Maki’s phone pinged explosively. A series of messages from her self proclaimed bestie and doubles partner, Hoshizora Rin.

R: hahaha Maki Ma you really need to be here

R: Nico’s going through your TWIG account as her “what not to do on social media” slideshow

R: it’s so funny, Maki

R: (*≧艸≦)(*≧艸≦)(*≧艸≦)

R: you missed out Check out Nico’s LIVE.

Maki stared at her phone. Nico’s Live, that happened when you went to someone’s TWIG profile and clicked on their pic, right? Maki did, grimacing as she clicked on Nico’s face. Nico was in front of a whiteboard, drawing pictures of tennis rackets, disgustingly cute tennis rackets. She leaned forward, checking her phone, then grinned like someone who’d just served a winning ace.

“And @Nishikinoshot has just joined the fans watching Nico on TWIG Live…”

Maki heard Rin yell “Hi Maki!!!” in the background as Nico continued, “One of the best ways to learn how to properly conduct and promote yourself on social media is to find an influencer you respect and build a relationship with them. @Nishikinoshot has chosen @NicoNi, the smartest move she…

“I have not.” Maki shouted at her phone and then felt silly when she realized there was no way for Nico to see or hear her, or was there? TWIG kept floating an “ask to join the Live” teaser, so Maki thumbed it. Nico paused, obviously her notifications were on, another one of those winning serve grins and suddenly Maki was sharing Nico’s screen.

“Jumping into the Live. Good initiative, Nishikino..”

“Maki.”

“So why’d you pick your TWIG handle?”

What kind of a question was that?

“Nishikino shot...you know...because of tennis...the Nishikino shot always scores.” Also worked with photography, a hobby Maki wanted more time for.

“Nishikino announces her prowess off and on the court.” Nico giggled, Maki glared.

“What are you saying? That’s not right.”

“Ah, so you admit it is confusing. Make a note of that, class, it’s always best to have a tag that doesn’t confuse people.” Staring right at Maki, ruby eyes twinkling, Nico made an elaborately surprised, amused face, raising a hand to cover her mouth. “We were reading it as Nishikino’s hot, ‘cause you are.”

Maki flushed. And fumbled with her phone to end the live, not even registering what other garbage Nico was saying. And then her phone pinged again.

R: Are you all right, Maki? Nico was just having a little fun.

M: I don’t want to talk about Nico.

R: Okay.

M: That was your fault.

R: Hey, I thought you’d want to know.

M; Yeah...but tomorrow, after practice, you’re on clean up.

R: Maaaaaki (⁎˃ᆺ˂)’

###

Grunting, Maki swung through at full velocity, then grimaced as yet another practice serve skipped out of bounds. She leaned over to pick up another couple of balls. Both buckets were empty. Tempted to throw her racket, instead she shook her head, tucked her racquet under her arm, grabbed a bucket and went to the other side of the court to pick up the balls.

“Hey, let me help you,” chirped an unfamiliar voice. Maki turned. Nico Yazawa had grabbed the other buckets and was hustling for the net. Nico was always hustling, all lean muscle and speed. Her sable hair, usually put up in twin tails, was loose, still wet from the shower. She’d changed from her usual practice uniform to casual pink and black striped biker shorts and an oversized pink t-shirt shirt that slid off her shoulder and read “Killer Cute.” “Coach ended practice an hour ago.”

Maki shrugged, starting with the balls as far away as possible from the spot Nico had chosen.

“You’re always out here.”

“I take tennis seriously.”

Nico hesitated, hands on her hips, watching Maki curiously over mirror sunglasses perched halfway down her nose, “Nico sees that. But you can get trapped in patterns if no one points them out.”

“I’m fine. I win.”

“Don’t you want to win better?”

“Win better? That’s not a thing.” Maki tapped her racquet against her leg, fidgety.

“Accuracy matters.” Nico picked up a tennis ball, tossed it into Maki’s bucket, and winked, “Crush your opponents with finesse, not raw power. Fewer wasted serves.”

Maki’s hasty rush of anger changed to curiosity. Nico led the team in aces, with amazing power for someone so short. “Coach hasn’t said anything.”

“Like you said, you get the job done. And Coach has other problems...like keeping Honoka from exhausting herself in the first few volleys.”

They both chuckled at how eager Honoka Kosaka was to chase down every ball, until she hit empty. As a joke, after their last practice, Rin had her girlfriend, Hanayo Koizumi, the team manager, post a photoshopped pic of a golden retriever playing next to Honoka’s double’s partner, Umi Sonoda. Honoka had laughed longer than anyone.

Nico was right, Maki realized. Coach had been spending a lot of time on the players with more basic problems. And their assistant spend most of the time on opponent research, editing video footage.

“Nico uses a platform stance, but Maki could get away with a pin-point stance. Watch my feet.” Nico grabbed a ball, tossing it up, swinging at it with a pretend racquet. Instead of her feet remaining the same distance apart, her back foot shifted closer to the front one and then she pushed off up into the serve. “You’ve already got natural explosive power, you don’t need a nitro boost.”

Maki considered, moving her feet through the change Nico suggested. It felt comfortable, offering more control. She nodded, then jumped back when Nico clapped her on the upper arm.

“You’re a quick learner. Hang on. Nico will hop over there and you can try it out. It’s more fun with an opponent.”

“I’ll win. You’ll be crushed.” Maki winked.

Nico laughed and it echoed. “Nico didn’t teach you everything Nico knows.”

###

“So you’re a local too.” Nico was scooping salad into Maki’s bowl. They’d decided to stop for dinner.

“Yeah. My family owns a medical center so I couldn’t just go off anywhere.”

Nico paused, eyebrow raised. “Why not?”

“I’ve been working there since…” Maki tried to remember her first job at the hospital, how old was she? She remembered sitting at her father’s desk, coloring in specially made anatomy chart pages in elementary school. Did that count as a job? “Forever.”

“Ah. Nico had to stick close for family too. Three sibs.” Nico flashed a smile and three fingers. “They’re the best, but they rely on Nico.”

“Your parents work a lot?” Maki understood that.

“Yeah, my mom does. My dad died when I was little.”

Maki paled, what did you say to that. “I’m sorry” came out as a mumble.

A sigh, weary, as Nico pushed Maki’s filled bowl in her direction, “Me too. But we survived. He taught me tennis. And…” Nico put on a sparkling smile, bounced her hands up to her temple, rock hands gesture, and her voice became brighter. “Nico Nico Ni.” Then she relaxed back to normal, “He said it could cheer up the whole world..”

Maki remembered something. “Nico Nico is the ideophone for smile.”

Nico leaned forward, “So the Nishikino isn’t just for show.”

Maki shook her head, “We have a hospital in Tokyo too. I’ve spent a lot of summers there.”

“Wow, a doc and a jet setter. So why tennis?”

“I liked it better than golf. My parents said piano didn’t count as a networking activity.”

“Piano? Classic stuff.” Nico created a melody on an air keyboard.

“Some. And jazz. I get to take a couple of music classes, at least this year.”

Nico wondered if Maki realized how robotic she sounded, and how laced through with sadness her mood was as she talked about her family.

“Hey, Nishikino…”

“Maki.”

“Maki. Play for Nico sometime. Nico loves singing. My dad always said I should go on American Idol.”

“Sorry.” Maki twisted a curl of hair, “I don’t play those kind of songs.”

Maki obviously just needed to know more about Nico, which was Nico’s favorite topic. “Nico is multifaceted. We can do Ella and Count Basie, if you want. With the time you save not practicing your serve.”

Nico winked, her multifaceted ruby eyes cheerful pulls as she hummed. Maki found herself intrigued. “I’ll think about it.”

“Nico will be your personal tennis coach to make sure you improve.”

“Not necessary.” Maki leaned back to signal the waiter. Time to start the main course.

A/N: Another AU Yeah August entry, college rivals was requested and the Olympics put me in a sports mood. Planning another chapter.

Still taking requests.

[chickensarentcheap]

Best Part of Me -Chapter 35

Warnings: none

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @alievans007​, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y​, @ocfairygodmother​

“Did you consider it? Even for a split second?”

He can’t get those words out of his head; playing on a continuous loop. Eating away at him and burrowing into every inch of his already fractured and troubled mind. It’s the insinuation behind them that hurts more than anything; the fact she’d even think that he’d be capable of something like that, as if it somehow made a difference that they’d only known one another for five days.  She wasn’t a stranger; they’d been sharing a bed, exploring each other's bodies and both enjoying and pleasing one another as much as possible. They’d been each other’s confessionals as well; sharing those deep, dark and -and sometimes shameful- secrets that they’d kept buried for years and never told a single living soul. It was the first time he’d felt THAT comfortable with someone; able to easily and effortlessly let his guard down and show her the different sides to him. Not just the hardened mercenary covered in scars and tattoos; the one with a drinking problem and an addiction to pain meds, weighed down by a lifetime of baggage.  He’d found himself smiling and laughing again; genuine, not the forced smiles and laugh that he’d perfect over the past thirty-five years of his life.

By the middle of the third day he’d realize that maybe it was more than just two lonely and broken people drawn to each other through similar painful circumstances and a job they used as an escape from their shitty realities. He liked having her around. Not just in those early morning hours when he’d wake up to that soft, warm body next to him in bed. But when he’d look at her from across the room as she sat at the table by the window; both feet up on her seat and knees tucked tightly to her chest, headphones on and eyes narrowed in concentration as she worked on her laptop. Or when he’d come back to the room after grabbing food at the market and she’d greet him with that brilliant, beautiful smile that made her eyes sparkle. He just liked her being there; hearing her voice and seeing her face and breathing in the soft, sweet scent that lingered in her hair. Most importantly, he didn’t feel judged; she didn’t look at him with disgust or pity. She understood his job and the brutality and violence that came with it; she knew what he was capable of and the lives he’s taken over the years.   None of that had bothered her. She ‘got it’. In a way no one else ever had.  

It had been his side to see if there was more to it...more to THEM. Suddenly feeling as if there was actually something to forward to after Dhaka; something...someone...who could keep him going even during the most difficult and darkest of days. Sure, the sex was good. It was incredible, in fact. But to find someone that understood your life and didn’t hold it against you or judge you for your past mistakes and horrible decisions? That was even better. They’d take some of the money from the Dhaka job and travel; wherever they felt like going or wherever they just ended up. And she’d spent time in Australia; willing to travel to The Kimberley and stay in that rundown little shack. And he’d head to Colorado; looking forward to seeing the mountains and just spending time with her.  Seeing just...if anything...actually existed between them.  

Only things hadn’t gone according to plan. Everything went to shit, and their entire existences changed. The path becoming much more difficult to tread than either of them could have possibly imagined.

She’d always trusted him. Right from the start. Without question or reservation.  And she’d always told him that he made her feel safe. Protected. During both those early days and the seven years that followed. She’d confused that she’d never felt that way before; not even with the other men that had been in her life. Always relying on herself; her own wits and her own skills and her fierce independence.   She hadn’t realized how much she’d actually wanted that; the feeling of security and, being able to trust someone to that extent, going to bed at night not only knowing that someone would do anything to protect her, but that they were more than capable of doing it. That steadfast faith and confidence in him sometimes the only things that kept him going; knowing that she trusted him and loved him THAT much. Even on the days when he hated himself and wondered if she -and even his kids when they came along- would be much better off without him and his bullshit dragging them down.   She would tell him how ridiculous it was to think that way. That she couldn’t imagine her life without him. That she didn’t just want him there, she NEEDED him there. No matter how hard he made things on her, no matter how difficult he could be to love.  It was the one constant that kept him alive sometimes; knowing that -beyond a shadow of a doubt- she truly felt that way.  

So to hear her ask that -if he’d ever considered giving her up to Asif- had torn him apart inside. He can’t remember anything hurting that much; cutting straight to his core. No physical pain -not even the wounds he’d sustained in Dhaka- inflicting that much damage and agony. It killed him inside; wondering if he’d ever given her a reason to think he’d do something like that. That she doubted he would have done anything -even back then- to keep her safe. Alive. There’d never been a moment where it had seemed like a good idea, her life in exchange for his freedom. For money. And it makes him physical ill knowing she’d ever looked at him that way. That maybe she STILL does.

He forces himself to get his shit together; head down and sunglasses over his as he takes the path to the back of the kids’ school. Leaves and twigs and gravel snapping and popping beneath the soles of his flip flops. It’s not often that they pick the kids up; normally the last Friday of the month was the usual. A routine that they’d gotten into; grabbing the three oldest and driving into one of the other towns on the coast and spending time on their beaches and then going out to dinner. Returning after long after sunset and having to carry exhausted yet happy children into the house and upstairs to bed. Even in the later stages of the pregnancy with Addie they’d tried to hold onto that habit; family time away from the house and the chaos that sometimes ran amok within those four walls. Little moments and memories that their kids would hopefully hold onto it and look back on forty years down the road.  

Going home had been the smartest thing he’d ever done. Not just for himself, but for them. Things calmer and less stressful. The arguing less frequent and much less intense. Before if had been constant; lingering frustration and hostility that lingered under the surface and would build up to the point of exploding. Since leaving Colorado things have improved. Tremendously.  

Until she’d asked if he’d ever give her up a drug lord, that is.

****

The other parents are too chatty. Too nosy. The moms don’t hide the fact they’re checking him out; huddling together in little groups, nudging each other with their elbows, the sly little smiles that tug at the corners of their mouths, the whispers that follow. It’s flattering yet annoying as hell at the same time. The dads are another story; they stare and talk but try and hide it. The women will actually approach. The men will stay their distance. They don’t see the muscles and the tattoos and the scars the same way the ladies too; they see them as intimidating. Threatening, even.  A guy with six inches and sixty pounds -if not more- on them, wandering into their ‘territory’ and taking all the attention away. He’s pretty sure his ‘resting asshole face’ -as Esme calls it- doesn’t help; he doesn’t want to be bothered and he doesn’t try to hide the fact. Maybe the guys see it as arrogance; him appearing overly confident and all the women taking notice.  Suddenly they’re interested in the dad in the jeans and the ratty t-shirt and not on the ones with starchy golf shirts and the ironed pleats in their khakis. He sticks out like a sore thumb and likes it that way. He’s somewhat of a mystery to them; showing up out of the blue six months old with those haunted eyes and the stern face and all the battle wounds that bear evidence of a story to tell. One they’ll never be privy to but will always speculate about.

He plays it for all it’s worth. In his own subtle way. The longer he gives off the intimidating vibe, the longer people stay away from him. He’s not there to make friends. He has enough of those. He prefers his privacy; not allowing anyone outside of his immediate family -and a trusted few- past the walls he’s built up. It’s all way too fucking complicated; his past, what he did for a living, what he’s getting back into. And letting people in means letting them know ALL of that. And that’s something he wants to avoid. At all costs.

“Your Tyler’s dad.”

At first it doesn’t even register that someone is actually speaking to him. Lost in his own little world as she leans against the brick wall the door the kids will come out; one hand shoved in his pocket, the older holding his phone. Attention focused solely on the text messages that his wife has sent since he left the house. Apologetic. Remorseful. The regret obvious in every word she’s typed. He’s not angry; not at her. It’s hurt. Genuine hurt that sits in the pit of his stomach and makes his chest ache. Maybe Gaspar HAD been right; maybe she is his ultimate weakness.  And he sends his own text back. Telling her that he loves her and they’ll talk later. TALK. Not fight. Then turns his attention to the man now standing beside him. A few inches shorter; slim, with tousled and unruly salt and pepper hair and dark skin. Aboriginal; he can see the dark and intricate tribal tattoos that travel up both arms and stop at the sides of his neck.

Tyler grins. “Before I lay claim to him, it depends what he’s done.”

“He’s friends with my boy. Ezekiel. He’s one of the few kids that are. He’s got some issues. My boy. He’s not like everyone else. And the people around here...between you and me...they don’t like anyone that looks different. Or acts different. They’re…”

“Judgmental pricks?” Tyler finishes for him.  

The other man laughs. “I’m glad one of us has the stones to say it out loud. “

“My wife always tells me I’m imagining it. That it’s all in my head.”

“Mine says the same. Now I can go home and tell her that I’m not making it up and someone else feels the same way. Your boy, he’s a good kid. He’s got a huge heart inside of him.  I’ve heard the stories. The way other parents talk. Saying he’s a troublemaker and has behavior issues and all that shit.  He’s just a kid, you know? He’s got a lot of feelings and emotions going in there. He always sticks up for my boy. Always. Never backs down no matter how big the other kids are or how many of them come at him.”

“He’s fearless. And stubborn as hell.”

“Well, I for one appreciate it. Kids like mine...like my Zeke...they have a hard enough life without assholes making it worse. So when kids like yours come around, parents like me take notice. And we wish there were more like him and parents who would raise them like you and your wife are. World would be a better place for Zeke if kids were brought up like that. I just wanted to say thanks. For raising such a good kid.”

Tyler doesn’t know what to say. He’s never been good at accepting compliments; ‘thank you’ always seems so self-serving and fake.  And it’s better to say nothing than come across as either socially awkward or a complete prick.  So he gives an appreciative smile instead; and the other dad returns the gesture with a smile of his own and a friendly pat on the shoulder before wandering off the stand on his own. He sees the way the other parents look at the man; the color of his skin and the wild hair and the tribal tattoos. Australia has a long and sordid history of treating their aboriginals like shit, and even in this day and age the ignorance and racism continue. And he shoves his phone into his pocket and heads over, sidling up beside the other dad, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What grade is your kid in?” he asks. It sounds lame, but you have to start somewhere.

“He’s in special education. He has cerebral palsy. From a stroke at birth. He can speak, but he’s in a chair permanently. Has seizures and some other problems.”

“That’s gotta be rough.”  He doesn’t want to say ‘sorry’; that will come across as pity.  Give the impression that he thinks something is wrong and shameful with having a kid with issues. It is what it is. And every child, with disabilities or not, deserves respect. Not pity. At least in his eyes.

“Thanks for not saying ‘I’m sorry’. I hate when people say that. What’s there to be sorry for? He’s a beautiful kid. He’s happy. He loves and is loved. I wish we could all see the world through his eyes. He doesn’t judge or hate.  He just loves. You have other kids, yeah?”

“Four other ones. Two boys, two girls. Millie’s the oldest. She’s going to be six in a week and a bit. Addie’s the baby; not even a month yet. The one before her, Declan, the doctors thought maybe there was something going on with him. They saw some things when my wife was pregnant with him; at the twenty-week ultrasound. Chromosome issues.”

“Downs?”

Tyler nods. “They wanted us to let them do more testing. To find out for sure. So we could ‘discuss the options’. They actually said that. There were no other options. Not to us. We didn’t need to know. We were going to have him regardless. Didn’t matter one way or the other. It was our kid.”

“And everything came out okay?”

“Well, he’s a ginger and can be a little asshole sometimes, but yeah…” he grins. “...it turned out to be nothing. Like I said, we wouldn’t have cared. It’s our kid, right? Obviously they’re meant to be here. Regardless if there’s something going on or not.”

“Shame some people don’t think like we do. They see kids like them as a burden. Say they’re never going to be ‘contributing members of society’.”

“Yeah, well people like that can go fuck themselves.”

The other man laughs, then holds out a hand. “I’m Anatjari. Everyone just calls me Andy.”

“Tyler,” he shakes the hand that’s offered. “Anatjari. That’s from Pintupi, right?”

“Not many people know that.”

“A mate of mine, his mum comes from the tribe. He speaks a little bit of it. Enough to get by, I guess. Your wife aboriginal too?”

“As white as the driven snot.” Andy laughs. “She was an exchange teacher. From New York City. We met and she never went back. Your wife from here?”

“Colorado.”

“From the mountains and the snow to this? That’s culture shock. How’d a guy from here meet a girl from there?”

“Work. We got contracted out to the same job.”

“Zeke says your boy told him that you used to fight bad people.”

Tyler gives a small laugh. “I guess that’s kind of true. The field I was in, sometimes I HAD to do that. I’d get sent places to sort out other peoples’ messes. Private security, I guess you could call it.  

“Well you’re definitely made for that kind of shit. Doesn’t it bother you? That?” Andy nods in the direction of the group of moms huddled together, staring and whispering.

“A little. They’re harmless though. My wife would kill them if they ever tried anything. She’s small but she’s tough. Definitely puts the fear of God into me sometimes. As much as it embarrasses me to admit that.”

“Your secret is safe with me. It’s the same at my house. You know…” he scuffs the toe of his runner against the concrete. “...you didn’t have to do this. Come over and talk to me. I’m used to being the black sheep.”

“I know. And I didn’t do it because I felt I needed to.  I wanted to. I don’t make friends easily either. The wife says I give off bad vibe. That I scare people.  Something about the look on my face and my size. Makes me intimidating, apparently.

“I don’t know,” Andy shrugs. “You seem pretty harmless to me.”

Tyler chuckles. “I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me that.”

He’s been called many things over the years. Brutal. Violent.  Aggressive. Even merciless and savage.

But never THAT.

****

“Daddy!” Millie is the first to greet him, sandals already in her hands as she races toward him in her bare feet; ponytail swinging wildly from side to side. And he scoops her up as she throws herself at his legs, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then settling them on his hip. “I missed you!”

“I was only gone one day.”

“Doesn’t matter. I still missed you. Look…” she gives a wide smile and points to the gap in her bottom teeth. “It finally fell out! At lunch. I went to eat my apple and it just popped out!”

“Didn’t swallow it, did you? Don’t want a whole bunch of teeth growing in your tummy.”

“That’s not what would happen!” she says, and then giggles when he tickles her stomach. “I put it in my pocket. So I can put it under my pillow tonight.  I was worried you wouldn’t be there. That maybe you had to stay away longer.”

“I said I’d be here and I’m here. Have a good day? Punch anyone in the face?”

“Nope.  No one tried to dull my sparkle today.  It was an awesome day,” she enthuses, as he sets her on the ground. “Hi Zeke’s daddy,” she chirps to the man standing beside him.  

“You already know each other?” Tyler asks.

“Everyone knows Zeke’s daddy. He’s awesome. He comes sometimes and teaches us art and tells us really cool stories about his people. And Zeke is awesome too. He’s so cute and so sweet and gives the best hugs.”

Andy gives a sheepish smile. “I think he might have a bit of a crush on her.”

“He’s so cute!” Millie gushes. “He’s coming to my birthday party. He loves to swim, right Zeke’s daddy?”

“He does,” Andy confirms. “And he’s very excited. He’s never been invited to a birthday party before.”

“Other kids are such dicks,” she declares. “Mommy and daddy said that we’re all the same and we should love each other no matter what we look like or what we can or can’t do. That’s the stuff that makes us different and unique and not boring. No one wants to be boring.”

“You are definitely NOT boring,” Tyler tells her, as he fixes her hair clips and tightens her ponytail.  “No one can ever say that about you, that’s for sure.”

“That’s Zeke right there!” She excitedly announces, and points to where her brothers are coming across the school yard; one on either side of their friend as he’s being pushed in his wheelchair by a one on one aide.  

At first it makes Tyler feel sad; a hint of pity that nearly brings tears to his eyes and a lump to his throat. Pissed off at a fucked up world that would do something like that to an innocent kid. But he notices the brilliant smile and the look of pure adoration and love in his eyes as he looks at one boy, and then the other.  The way the twins hold his hands and laugh and talk to him as if he’s just like any other kid on the playground.  

“Daddy!” Tanner breaks away first, tossing himself into his father’s waiting arms. “You’re here! I know you’d be here. I missed you!”

“I missed you too, mate.” He lays a hand on the side of Tanner’s head and presses a kiss to his temple. “I said I’d be here. I wasn’t going to let you guys down. I’ll never do that. Not anymore.”

“Hi daddy!” TJ greets. “This is Zeke. He’s my best friend. Other than Tanner. Zeke, this is my dad. Remember how I told you that used to beat up bad guys? He’s crazy big and crazy strong but I promise he’s not mean. Not unless you’re a bad guy. And you are definitely not a bad guy.”

Tyler gives an uncomfortable laugh. “Okay, no one needs to hear that. About me beating up bad guys. You ready to go? We gotta go and get something for mommy. A surprise.”

Millie frowns. “Did you do something wrong?”

“I can’t buy your mom something just because? Maybe I just love and want to buy her things. Ever thought of that?”

His daughter scoffs. “That’s not how you work.”

“Well maybe I’m changing how I work. Don’t be such a smart ass.”

“You helped make me. I’m half you. Where do you think I get it from? Blame yourself.”

Tyler smirks, then turns to Andy. “Almost six going on sixteen. I’m dreading actual teenage years with this one. You guys wanna come with? We’re just going into town. Grab some ice cream. You’re more than welcome to tag along.”

“Yes! Please?! Millie grabs a hold of the other man’s arm. “Please Zeke’s daddy? It’ll be fun. And Zeke will love hanging out with us outside of school.”

“I warn you,” Tyler says, as he slings their three backpacks over his shoulders. “They’re a little feral. I blame my wife. Just don’t tell her I said that. She has a different take on who made them that way.”

“Ice cream sounds good,” he enthuses. “Be nice to have another dad to talk to. One that isn’t...I don't know…”

“A total prick?”

“That’s pretty much what I had in mind.”

“Wait until you get to know me, mate. I’m not as harmless as I seem.”

****

“Daddy made a friend!”  Millie announces two hours later, as she bursts onto the back patio, already clad in one of her many bathing suits and a Strawberry Shortcake towel hanging off her head.   And she stands beside the chair her mother sides on as she nurses the baby, pressing a kiss to Esme’s lips in greeting.

“A friend, huh?” She gives Tyler a wink as he lingers in the doorway, waiting for the twins to rush past him before stepping outside. And they each give her a kiss before rushing off with their sister; racing towards where Ovi sits with Declan in the surf.  “An imaginary one or…?”

He smirks. “Now I know where your daughter gets being a smart ass from.”

“It’s definitely not from me,” she says, and he stands behind her chair, giving the nape of her neck a gentle squeeze before dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “So real? Fake? Who’s this friend?”

“A real one. And he’s not a friend. Just some guy that started talking to me while I was waiting for the kids.”

“You know it’s okay to have friends, right? Not everyone is out to get you, Tyler. Don’t you think it would be nice to have someone to talk to you?”

“I have you talk to you.”

“Who do you talk to when you’re pissed off and you need to vent about me?”

“Myself mainly,” he says, grimacing as he lowers himself into the chair across from her.

“Because THAT’S totally healthy.”

“You don’t piss me off enough to make me bitch to other people about you.”

She arches a brow. “Not even today?”

“We’re not going to talk about this right now, are we? I really do not want to talk about this.”

“When is there a better time?”

“I dunno. When the kids go to bed.  When we actually can pay attention to what the other one is saying. And I don’t want to fight. I’m just putting that out there now. We’re supposed to be working on getting past shit like that; fighting all the time. And I thought we were doing pretty good.”

“We have been.  Things have a lot better since we moved here. In New Zealand, for that matter. We’re more relaxed and less stressed and we don’t have people sticking their noses in our business all the time. One fight is not the end of the world. We used to fight about everything. Even stupid, small shit.”

“Yeah…” he stretches his right leg out, attempting to ignore the pain in the knees as he places his foot in her lap. “...I don’t miss those days.”

“I don’t know. The making up was always fun,” she teases, and he grins.   “I think Declan’s here because of a fight, actually. Millie might be too, but we can’t say for sure which of the five days it happened on.   If it was the first day…”

“That wasn’t a fight.”

“Bullshit it wasn’t.”

“That was you not listening to a goddamn word I say and doing what you want.”

“Okay for the record, I didn’t listen because I thought your rules your stupid and no man was going to tell me what to do no matter how hot he was. Second, that was a fight. You were doing all the yelling, but that was definitely a fight.”

“You and I remember that day very differently.”

“I think you have selective memory. Because you were pissed, and you were losing your shit. Which makes it a fight.”

“Isn’t a fight two sided?”  

“You grabbed me by the throat.”

“You liked it.”

She smirks. “Okay, I’ll give you that. But that was definitely a fight and it’s very likely that that’s when Millie was conceived. And if it was, then your swimmers are very lucky and very determined. That’s all I’m going to say.”

“I am telling you. Super sperm. I know you don’t believe me, but I think that’s proof right there. First day, first time. Boom. Got shit done.”

“You are so romantic,” she chides.

“There was nothing romantic about those five days.”

“No,” she laughs. “There wasn’t. But it was hot though. Crazy hot.”

He nods in agreement, then leans his head back against his chair; eyes closed, hands clasped and resting on his stomach.

“I didn’t mean it,” she says, as moves Addie up onto her chest, one hand on the back of her head, the other rubbing her back. “I especially I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I wasn’t trying to make it sound like you would do something like that. I...”

“Stop, okay? Not right now. Later.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I just...”  

“Baby...” he cracks his eyes open and gives her a tight-lipped smile. “...not now, okay? Please.”

“Okay,” she agrees with a sigh, and then looks out towards the water; watching as the three oldest kids take turns on who gets to be the one Ovi hurls into the water.  “Chloe left,” she announces.

“What? When?”

“This morning. I guess they got into a big fight last night. About the job. She’s mad that he cut ties with Nik. I guess she was getting really tight with her.”

“Oh, for fuck sakes. That’s what pissed her off? How old is she again?”

“I told her that Nik is not the person you want to get close to. That she’ll fuck you over the first chance she gets. She spent seven years trying to do it to me. Ovi tried explaining how things are better this way; you running the business and him working for you. I don’t think she realizes just what that world is like. She’s got some romanticized view of it. Like it’s some exciting, amazing life where the good guys always win and survive. I told her that I’ve seen a lot of good people die. G, Saju. Just for starters.”

Tyler nods in agreement.

“And you. Well, almost you.”

“I wasn’t a good person. Not then. I don’t even know if I am now.”

She frowns. “Don’t do that, okay? You’re not the horrible person you think you are. You made some shitty decision and you had to do some bad things. To BAD people. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t deserve to be.”

“I’m here because YOU thought I deserved to be”

“I didn’t think it. I knew it.  You didn’t die that day because you weren’t meant to die.  If you were supposed to be dead, you would be. And you can’t convince me otherwise.”

“Well for what it’s worth, I’m glad you did what you had to do to save me. Even though I know it fucked you up.”

“Seeing you like that is what fucked me up. Not doing what I did. And can we not talk about this?” Tears well in her eyes. “I hate talking about this. About Dhaka. Because it brings it all back and I just can’t deal with that. I thought by now I’d be over it and I could talk about it and think about it. But I can’t. I just can’t.”

Pushing his chair away from the table, he stands; limping as he walks around to where she sits, slightly wincing as he crouches down alongside of her. “Look at me...” he gently orders, one hand on her knees, the other reaching up and settling on the back of her neck. “...look at me.”

She obliges.

“I am right here.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Because sometimes I’m not so sure. It’s like we’re right back there. Going through everything all over again. Like we never left.”

“I’m just having a hard time,” she admits. “Things are happening so fast and with the business. I didn’t expect things to happen THIS quickly. I thought we had some time to breathe before you actually got back into it. At least a couples. A month, even. It’s been two days.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not even starting anything until after Millie’s birthday. We talked about this. You were okay with it.”

“I AM okay with it. I’m the one who told you to go back. I just didn’t think it would happen so fast. I mean Addie’s not even a month old. She’s still tiny. She’s still new. And now I’ve got crates and bags of weapons and ammo and all kinds of other shit in my garage. And there’s people calling all the time wanting you help them right away.”

“Baby...calm down...I’m not going anywhere for at least a couple of weeks. I told you that.”

“I’m just worried. And I’m scared. I’ve got a new baby and four other kids, and I don’t want to do this alone. I CAN’T do this alone.”

“Esme, everything’s going to be okay. This isn't like all the other times when I went back. Everything’s different now. You don’t need to worry so much. It’s all different. I’m different.”

“I just want you to be careful. I just want you to be safe and come home and...”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he stresses.  “Not for a while. Maybe not ever.” He pushes his fingers through her hair and places his lips against her forehead. “It’s going be okay. There’s nothing for you to worry about, I promise. Alright? Just calm down. Just calm down and trust me.”

“I do. You know I do. It’s other people I don’t trust.”

“I’ve got a lot of good people coming on board. Believe me when I say you can trust them. And you know, something really good happened today. At the school.”

“With your new friend?”

“If that’s what you want to call him.  He was talking to me about our kid. TJ. How he always sticks up for his boy. His little guy’s in a wheelchair and has some issues and...”

“You met Andy. Zeke’s dad.”

“How do you know...”

“Him and his wife used to volunteer at the school on the days I did. That guy is crazy talented. You should see his art. He’s known all over the world, apparently. All aboriginal stuff. Did you meet Zeke too?”

Tyler nods.

“He’s the cutest little guy. And he gives the best hugs.”

“Your daughter said the same thing. Kid must be a player. What’s up with him hugging all the women in my life?”

“It makes me realize how lucky we are,” she says. “We have five beautiful, amazing, healthy kids. And I know it wouldn’t have a difference if there’d been something wrong with Declan. It didn’t matter to you. And I wouldn’t have wanted to go through that with anyone else. But we’re lucky. So lucky.”

“Yeah, we are. And we must be something right if TJ is like that. It means we haven’t fucked them up as bad I thought. At least not yet.”

“You do a pretty good job. I’ll give you that.”

“We do a good job,” he corrects. “I didn’t make those kids alone. And last time I checked, I didn’t give birth to them, so...”

“Makes the thought of a sixth one not seem so daunting after all.”

He grins. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that so soon.”

“I’m just putting it out there. We’ll see how we feel six months from now.”

“I was going to give it a year, but okay...”

She leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips. “I love you and I’m sorry for what I said. I know you said not to talk about it right now, but I can’t help it. I never meant it that way and I don’t even know why I asked you that in the first place.  I just...”

“It’s okay,” he assures her, kissing her temple before drawing her head down to his shoulder.  

“It’s not okay. That was shitty thing to ask you. I don’t know why I did. Because I don’t think that way about you. I never have. I was just shocked, I guess. I wasn’t expecting you tell me that. I mean, I’m glad you did because you shouldn’t have held onto that for so long and...”

“Baby...” he rubs her back comfortingly. “...you’re rambling. Take it easy.”

“I’m just so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like that.”

“I know.”

“I’m sure I’m the crappiest wife on the planet.”

“You’re far from it. Trust me.”

She pulls away to look at him, smiling through the tears. “You’re so biased.”

“Maybe a bit. But that doesn’t make it less true. And I didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you. I didn’t think you need to know about it. What good is going to do? Now that you heard all that. Now that you know what Asif wanted and what he was going to do. Nothing good is going to come of it.”

“I just deal with it, I guess. Same way I’ve been dealing Dhaka shit for seven years.”

“Not very well?”

She frowns.

“I’m just saying.”

“Tell me this is going to go away. That one day I’m going to think about it and talk about it without feeling like I’m going crazy. That one day I’m going to wake up and it won’t bother me anymore.”

“You will. One day.”

“I hope so. Because I don’t know how much more of it I can take.  How much longer I  can go with it bothering me like this.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Tyler promises, then presses a kiss to her forehead and once more draws her head down against him. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

It sounds good. Even to his own ears. But he can’t stop that feeling of dread that forms in the pit of his stomach. There are so many unknowns; answers he needs but can’t seem to find. No matter how hard he tries.

[tessalabessa]

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need a ride? | p.p.

anonymous said:

peter request: he steals a golf cart for reader and theyre like uh wtf lmao + “i live life on the edge” “i live in the middle” “cool, i’ll drive u there”            

Summary: just because you were at a country club, doesn’t mean you had to behave well

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: I can’t believe this is my first time writing Peter Parker. Oh well. I hope you’ll like it! This One-Shot happens somewhere between Homecoming and Infinity War, so no depressing stuff lol

Warnings: C U R S I N G

Word Count: 907 words

You wiped your mouth with the napkin after an amazing three course lunch with THE Tony Stark and Peter. The country club you’ve just had lunch in was probably the most prestigious place you’ve ever been in, it was hard to believe that some people eat here every day.

“Thank you so much for lunch, Mr. Stark,” you said politely and Tony smiled at you, taking his sunglasses off.

“It was my pleasure, Y/N. I just had to meet you after Peter’s been blabbing my ear off talking about you every time I see him,” he told you and said boy next to you blushed a bright scarlet.

“Mr. Stark!” he hissed and Tony only smirked, waving the waitress over.

“I have to go, I have an important meeting with Ms. Potts,” he said, handing the waitress a bundle of cash.

“You two enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Maybe take a walk around the grounds here,” Tony suggested and got up, putting his sunglasses back on.

“It’s was really nice to meet you, Mr. Stark,” you said and he shook his head with a smile.

“Likewise. I hope to see you around more regularly, Y/N. See you, kid,” Tony ruffled Peter’s hair before he left and Peter turned to you with a sour look on his face.

“I hate that he treats me like a kid,” he huffed and crossed his arms, his lips in a pout. You raised an eyebrow at him and eyed him up and down.

“You are a kid, Peter. We both are.”

Peter rolled his eyes and he got up, lacing his hands with yours. “Yeah, I’m a kid that literally stopped a dangerous criminal from stealing Stark tech. By myself,” he reminded you and you squeezed his hand.

“And you almost got crushed by a building with no one having your back, so how about we dial back the bragging right now?”

Peter ducked his head sheepishly and nodded, suddenly tugging you to the side when a golf-cart came racing by, almost knocking you over.

“Geez, these little golf-carts really are faster than they look,” Peter gulped when you held onto him, nodding.

“Yeah right? I’ve always wanted to drive in one of those little carts. They’re so tiny, but still so fast,” you sighed and stepped away from Peter, swinging your hands as you walked.

“Really? Then why don’t we go ask them if they can take you for a drive?” he suggested with a grin and you shake your head, pursing your lips.

“No, they’re really strict. They only let the golf caddies drive in it, I asked when we first got here.”

Peter gave you a look and you shrugged, the corners of your lips tugging up. “I just really wanted to drive a golf cart.”

He looked at you thoughtfully and suddenly started patting down his pockets.

“Shit, I forgot my phone at the table,” Peter groaned and leaned in to give you a quick kiss. “I’ll run back to grab it real quick, okay? You just wait here,” he told you and gently steered you towards a bench before he took off, without letting you say a thing.

With a sigh you sat down on the bench and leaned back, looking out to the golf course. You never really understood the game. The only desirable thing about golfing is really driving the golf carts around.

After a few minutes, you glanced at your watch with a frown. Peter’s really been taking his time, there was no way he’d take 15 minutes to walk back to the restaurant to grab his phone, considering he was, you know. Spider-Man.

You were about to go look for him when you heard a golf-cart whirr around the corner and your eyes widened.

“Peter? What are you doing?!” you asked when he stopped the cart in front of you, a wide grin on his face.

“Taking my girl for a ride,” he replied, patting on the empty seat next to him. You shook your head fondly as you climbed into the cart, kissing his cheek.

“You’re crazy. We’re going to get in so much trouble,” you protested, though you couldn’t help stop yourself from smiling. He was really something.

“Well, what can I say Y/N. I live on the edge,” Peter replied and winked at you, making you snort.

“I live in the middle. You know. Where it’s safe.”

Peter glanced over at you and waggled his eyebrows.

“Cool, I’ll drive you there.”

You laughed and he stepped on the gas pedal, making the cart lurch forward, before it rolled smoothly, increasing in pace slowly.

“I can’t believe you actually stole a golf cart for me,” you giggle and leaned your head on his shoulder as he drove around the golf course. Even though you received a lot of weird looks, no one seemed to be exceptionally aggravated. Maybe you weren’t going to get in trouble after all.

“Uh oh,” Peter muttered, his eyes widening as the hairs on his arms rising.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

Suddenly you heard thrusters from above you and when you leaned out of the cart to find the source of it, you saw Tony flying towards you, hovering above the golf cart in his Iron Man suit.

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” He started, his mask parting to unveil his disappointed face. “I can’t believe you stole a golf cart!”

A/N: heh. what a cute ending. Send me more requests!

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Artifact Series J

J. Allen Hynek's Telescope

J. Edgar Hoover's Tie

J. McCullough's Golf Ball

J. Templer's Wind-Up Tin Rooster *

J. C. Agajanian’s Stetson

J.T. Saylors's Overalls

J.M. Barrie’s Swiss Trychels

J.M.W. Turner's Rain, Steam and Speed-The Great Western Railway *

J.R.R. Tolken's Ring

Jack-in-the-Box

Jack's Magic Beanstalk

Jack Daniel's Original Whisky Bottle

Jack Dawson's Art Kit

Jack Duncan's Spur *

Jack Frost's Staff

Jack Kerouac's Typewriter

Jack Ketch's Axe

Jack LaLanne's Stationary Bike *

Jack London's Dog Collar

Jack Parson's Rocket Engine

Jack Sheppard's Hammer

Jack Sparrow's Compass

Jack Torrance's Croquet Mallet

Jack the Ripper's Lantern *

Jackie Robinson's Baseball

Jackson Pollock's "No. 5, 1948"

Jackson Pollock's Pack of Cigarettes

Jackson Pollock's Paint Cans

Jack's Regisword

Jack Vettriano's "The Singing Butler"

Jack's Wrench

Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm's Kinder- und Hausmarchen

Jacob "Jack" Kevorkian's Otoscope

Jacob Kurtzberg's Belt *

Jacqueline Cochran's Brooch

Jacques Aymar-Vernay’s Dowsing Rod

Jacques Cousteau's Goggles

Jacques Cousteau's Diving Suit

Jacques-Louis David's Napoleon Crossing the Alps *

Jade Butterfly

Jadeite Cabbage

Jalal-ud-Din Muhammad Akbar's Smoke Pipe

Jamaica Ginger Bottle

Jaleel White's Hosting Chair

James Abbot McNeill Whistler's Whistler's Mother *

James Allen's Memoir

James Bartley's Britches

James Ben Ali Haggin's Leaky Fountain Pen

James Bert Garner’s Gas Mask

James Bett's Cupboard Handle

James Braid's Chair *

James Brown's Shoes

James Bulger's Sweater

James Buzzanell's Painting "Grief and Pain"

James Buzzanell’s Survey Books

James C. McReynolds’ Judicial Robe

James Chadwick's Nobel Prize

James Clerk Maxwell's Camera Lens

James Colnett's Otter Pelt

James Condliff's Skeleton Clock

James Cook's Mahiole and Feather Cloak

James Craik's Spring Lancet

James Dean's 1955 Prosche 550 Spyder, aka "Little Bastard"

James Dean's UCLA Varsity Jacket

James Dinsmoor's Dinner Bell

James Eads How’s Bindle

James Earl Ray's Rifle

James Fenimore Cooper's Arrow Heads

James Gandolfini's Jukebox

James Hadfield’s Glass Bottle of Water

James Hall III’s Shopping Bags

James Henry Atkinson's Mouse Trap

James Henry Pullen’s Mannequin

James Hoban's Drawing Utensils

James Holman’s Cane

James Hutton's Overcoat

James Joyce’s Eyepatch

James M. Barrie's Grandfather Clock

James M. Barrie's Suitcase

James Murrell's Witch Bottle

James Philip’s Riata

James Prescott Joule's Thermodynamic Generator

James Smithson's Money

James Tilly Matthews’ Air Loom

James Warren and Willoughby Monzani's Piece of Wood

James Watt's Steam Condenser

James Watt's Weather Vane

James W. Marshall’s Jar

Jan Baalsrud’s Stretcher

Jan Baptist van Helmont's Willow Tree

Jane Austen's Carriage

Jane Austen's Gloves

Jane Austen's Quill

Jane Bartholomew's "Lady Columbia" Torch

Jane Pierce's Veil

Janet Leigh's Shower Curtain

Janine Charrat's Ballet Slippers

Jan Janzoon's Boomerang *

Janis Joplin's Backstage Pass from Woodstock *

Jan Karski's Passport

Janus Coin *

Jan van Eyck’s Chaperon

Jan van Speyk's Flag of the Netherlands

Jan Wnęk's Angel Figurine

Jan Žižka's Wagenburg Wagons

The Japanese Nightingale

Jar of Dust from the Mount Asama Eruption

Jar of Greek Funeral Beans

Jar of Marbles

Jar of Molasses from The Boston Molasses Disaster

Jar of Sand

Jar of Semper Augustus Bulbs

Jar of Shiva

Jar of Sugar Plums

Jascha Heifetz's Violin Bow

Jason Voorhese's Machete

Javed Iqbal's Barrel of Acid

Jay Maynard's Tron Suit

Jean II Le Maingre's Gauntlets

Jean Baptiste Charbonneau’s Cradleboard

Jean-Baptiste-Siméon Chardin's Bubble Pipe

Jean Chastel's Silver Gun

Jean Eugène Robert-Houdin's Pocket Watch

Jean Fleury's Aztec Gold Coins

Jean-François Champollion’s Ideographic Dictionary

Jean Froissart's Mirror *

Jean-Frédéric Peugeot's Pepper Mill

Jean Hilliard’s Earmuffs

Jean Parisot de Valette’s Sword Sheath

Jean-Paul Marat's Bathtub

Jean Paul-Satre’s Paper Cutter

Jean-Pierre Christin's Thermometer

Jean Senebier's Bundle of Swiss Alpine Flowers

Jean Valnet's Aromatherapy Statue

Jean Vrolicq’s Scrimshaw

Jeanne Baret's Hat

Jeanne de Clisson's Black Fleet

Jeanne Villepreux-Power's Aquarium

Jeannette Piccard's Sandbag

Jeff Dunham's First Ventriloquist Box

Jefferson Davis' Boots

Jefferson Randolph Smith's Soap Bar

Jeffrey Dahmer's Handkerchief

Jeffrey Dahmer's Pick-Up Sticks

Jemmy Hirst's Carriage Wheel

Jenny Lind's Stage Makeup

Jeopardy! Contestant Podiums

Jerome Monroe Smucker's Canning Jars

Jerry Andrus’ Organ

Jerry Garcia's Blackbulb *

Jerry Siegel's Sketchbook

Jesse James' Saddle

Jesse James' Pistol

Jesse Owens' Hitler Oak

Jesse Owens' Running Shoes

Jesse Pomeroy's Ribbon and Spool

Jester's Mask

Jesus of Nazareth's Whip

Jesús García's Brake Wheel

Jet Engine from the Gimli Glider

Jet Glass Cicada Button

Jethro Tull's Hoe

Jeweled Scabbard of Sforza

Jiang Shunfu’s Mandarin Square

Jim Davis' Pet Carrier

Jim Fixx's Shorts

Jim Henson's Talking Food Muppets

Jim Jones' Sunglasses

Jim Londos' Overalls

Jim Robinson's Army Bag

Jim Thorpe's Shoulder Pads

Jim Ward's Piercing Samples

Jimi Hendrix's Bandana

Jimi Hendrix's Bong

Jimi Hendrix's Guitars *

Jimmie Rodgers Rail Brake

Jimmy Durante's Cigar

Jimmy Gibb Jr's Stock Car

Jimmy Hoffa's Comb

Jin Dynasty Chainwhip

Jingle Harness

Joan II, Duchess of Berry's Dress

Joan of Arc's Chain Mail

Joan of Arc's Helmet (canon)

Joan Feynman's Ski Pole

Joanna of Castile's Vase

Joan Rivers' Carpet Steamer

Joan Rivers' Red Carpet

Joe Ades's Potato Peeler

Joe Girard’s Keys

Joe Rosenthal's Camera Lens

Joel Brand's Playing Cards

Joséphine de Beauharnais' Engagement Ring

Johan Alfred Ander’s Piece of Porcelain

Johann Baptist Isenring’s Acacia Tree

Johann Bartholomaeus Adam Beringer's Lying Stones

Johann Blumhardt's Rosary

Johann Dzierzon’s Beehive Frame

Johann Georg Elser's Postcard

Johann Maelzel's Metronome *

Johann Rall's Poker Cards

Johann Tetzel's Indulgence

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Prism

Johannes Brahms' Coffee Creamer

Johannes Diderik van der Waals' Gloves

Johannes Fabricius' Camera Obscura

Johannes Gutenburg's Memory Paper *

Johannes Gutenburg's Printing Press *

Johannes Gutenberg's Printing Press Keys

Johannes Kepler's Planetary Model

Johannes Kepler's Telescope Lense

Johannes Kjarval’s Landscape Painting

John A. Macready's Ray-Bans *

John A. Roebling's Steel Cable

John A.F. Maitland's Musical Brainnumber *

John André’s Stocking

John Anthony Walker's Minox

John Axon's Footplate

John Babbacombe Lee’s Trapdoor

John Bardeen's Radio

John Bodkin Adams’ Stethoscope

John Brown's Body *

John Brown's Machete

John C. Koss SP3 Stereophones

John C. Lilly's Isolation Tank Valve

John Cabot's Map

John Carl Wilcke's Rug *

John Crawley's Painting

John Croghan's Limestone Brick

John Dalton's Weather Vane

John Dee's Golden Talisman

John Dee's Obsidian Crystal Ball

John Dee’s Seal of God

John DeLorean's Drawing Table

John Dickson Carr's Driving Gloves

John Dillinger's Pistol *

John D. Grady’s Satchel

John D. Rockefeller's Bible

John D. Rockefeller, Sr. and Jr.'s Top Hats

John Dwight's Hammer

John F. Kennedy's Coconut

John F. Kennedy's Presidental Limousine

John F. Kennedy's Tie Clip *

John Flaxman's Casting Molds

Sir John Franklin's Scarf

John Gay's Shilling

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.'s Pen

John H. Kellogg's Bowl

John H. Kellogg's Corn Flakes

John H. Lawrence's Pacifier

John Hancock's Quill

John Harrison’s Longcase Clock

John Hawkwood’s Lance

John Hendrix's Bible

John Henry Moore's White Banner

John Henry's Sledge Hammer

John Hetherington's Top Hat

John Holland, 2nd Duke of Exeter's Torture Rack

John Holmes Pump *

John Hopoate's Cleats

John Howard Griffin's Bus Fare

John Hunter's Stitching Wire

John Hunter's Surgical Sutures

John J. Pershing's Boots

John Jacob Astor's Beaver Pelt

John Jervis’ Ship

John Joshua Webb’s Rock Chippings

John Kay's Needle

John Keat's Grecian Urn *

John, King of England's Throne

John L. Sullivan's Boots

John Langdon Down's Stencils

John Lawson's Mannequin Legs

John Lennon's Glasses

John "Liver-Eating" Johnson's Axe

John Logie Baird's Scanning Disk *

John M. Allegro's Fly Amanita

John Macpherson's Ladle

John Malcolm's Chunk of Skin

John Malcolm's Skin Wallet

John McEnroe's Tennis Racket *

John Milner's Yellow '32 Ford Deuce Coupe

John Moore-Brabazon’s Waste Basket

John Morales' McGruff Suit

John Mytton’s Carriage

John Pasche's Rolling Stones Poster Design

John Paul Jones's Sword

John Pemberton's Tasting Spoon

John Philip Sousa's Sousaphone

John Rambo's Composite Bow

John Rykener's Ring

John Shore's Tuning Fork

John Simon's Mouthwash

John Simon Ritchie's Padlock Necklace

John Smith of Jamestown's Sword

John Snow's Dot Map

John Snow’s Pump Handle

John Stapp’s Rocket Sled

John Steinbeck's Luger

John Sutcliffe's Camera

John Sutter's Pickaxe

John Tunstall's Horse Saddle

John Trumbull's "Painting of George Washington"

John von Neumann's Abacus

John Walker's Walking Stick

John Wayne Gacy's Clown Painting *

John Wayne Gacy's Facepaint

John Wesley Hardin's Rosewood Grip Pistol

John Wesley Powell's Canoe

John Wesley Powell’s Canteen

John Wilkes Booth's Boot *

John Wilkes Booth Wanted Poster

John William Polidori's Bookcase

Johnny Ace's Gun

Johnny Appleseed's Tin Pot *

Johnny Campbell's University of Minnesota Sweater

Johnny Depp's Scissor Gloves

Johnny Smith's Steering Wheel

Johnny Weismuller's Loincloth *

Joker's BANG! Revolver

Jon Stewart's Tie

Jonathan Coulton's Guitar

Jonathan R. Davis' Bowie Knife

Jonathan Shay's Copy of Iliad/Odyssey

Jonestown Water Cooler

Jorge Luis Borges' Scrapbook

José Abad Santos' Pebble

José Delgado’s Transmitter

Jose Enrique de la Pena's Chest Piece

Jōsei Toda’s Gohonzon Butsudan

Josef Frings’ Ferraiolo

Josef Mengele's Scalpel

Josef Stefan's Light Bulbs

Joseph of Arimathea's Tomb Rock

Joseph of Cupertino's Medallion *

Joseph Day's Sickle

Joseph Ducreux's Cane

Joseph Dunninger's Pocket Watch

Joseph Dunningers’ Props

Joseph E. Johnston Confederate Flag

Joseph Force Crater's Briefcases

Joseph Fourier's Pocket Knife

Joseph Glidden’s Barbed Wire

Joseph Goebbels' Radio *

Joseph Jacquard's Analytical Loom

Joseph Bolitho Johns’ Axe

Joseph Kittinger's Parachute

Joseph Lister's Padding

Joseph McCarthy's List of Communists

Joseph Merrick's Hood

Joseph-Michel Montgolfier's Wicker Basket

Joseph Moir’s Token

Joseph Pilate's Resistance Bands *

Joseph Polchinski’s Billiard Ball

Joseph Stalin's Gold Star Medal *

Joseph Stalin's Sleep Mask *

Joseph Swan's Electric Light

Joseph Vacher's Accordion

Joseph Vacher's Dog Skull

Joseph Valachi's '58 Chevrolet Impala

Josephus' Papyrus

Joseph Wolpe's Glasses

Josephine Cochrane's Dishwasher

Joshua's Trumpet *

Josiah S. Carberry's Cracked Pot

Joshua Vicks' Original Batch of Vicks Vapor Rub

Josiah Wedgewood's Medallion

Jost Burgi's Armillary Sphere *

Jovan Vladimir's Cross

Juana the Mad of Castiles' Crown

Juan Luis Vives' Quill Set

Juan Moreira’s Facón

Juan Pounce de Leon's Chalice

Juan Ponce de León's Helmet

Juan Seguin's Bandolier

Jubilee Grand Poker Chip *

Judah Loew ben Belazel's Amulet *

Judas Iscariot’s Thirty Silver Coins

Judson Laipply's Shoes

Jules Baillarger's Decanter

Jules Leotard's Trapeze Net

Jules Verne's Original Manuscripts

Julia Agrippa's Chalice

Julia Child's Apron *

Julia Child's Whisk

Julian Assange’s Flash Drive

Julie d’Aubigny's Sabre

Julius and Ethel Rosenberg's Wedding Rings

Julius Asclepiodotus’ Shield Boss

Julius Caesar's Wreath

Julius Wilbrand's Lab Coat Buttons *

Jumanji

Jumper Cables

Junji Koyama’s Vegetables

Jure Sterk's Ballpoint Pen

Jürgen Wattenberg's Leather Provision Bag

Justa Grata Honoria’s Engagement Ring

Justin Bieber's Guitar

Justinian I's Chariot Wheel

Justin O. Schmidt's Wasp Mask

Justus von Liebig's Fertilizer Sack

Justus von Liebig's Mirror