#wait no the pope song would be better

[starkeysbaby]

I just thought of Rafe with a sleepy gf reader who falls asleep anywhere anytime. His truck, midsummers, party’s, in the middle of a convo. Idk why but I love the concept

omg i absolutley LOVE this concept!

A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR LATE UPLOAD. I HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK, BUT IM BACK NOW!

Sleepy Girl

request are open <33

pairing: rafe cameron x sleepy!reader [est. relationship] 

warnings: none i think lol? [lemme know if you find any]

summary: numerous scenarios of when rafe cameron takes care of his sleepy girl

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in his truck

It had been half an hour since you had told rafe that you were tired before ending the two hour long facetime call you two had been on. It had been half an hour of you trying to get to sleep. Despite being tired, you couldn't manage to fall asleep which was surprising for you as you'd usually be out within minutes after your head hit the pillows. After a few more minutes of struggling you decided to see if rafe was still awake.

*messages with rafe*

About ten minutes later you got a text from rafe saying he was outside. While he would usually come get you himself, at night you told him it'd be best if waits in the car so you guys don't wake your sleeping parents. "Hi beautiful" you heard him say as you got into rafe's truck and put your seatbelt on before he could ask you to. His free hand immediately found it's place on your thigh like it always did during your drives. "Hi, thanks for this" you blushed at his compliment from seconds ago. "Anything for you" he smiled as he started driving with no indication of where he was going. This wasn't the first time the two of you would go on drives when one of you was restless (almost always you) so as usual he would just drive around the obx until you both called it a night.

You continued on your drive having small, random, meaningless but interesting conversations as some random song quietly played through the speakers in the background. As you heard rafe talk about his new project with his dad at cameron development, you couldn't help but smile at him, feeling proud and happy at how much his relationship with his dad has improved and how his attitude towards life in general has changed for the better. The sound of his voice and his thumb rubbing against your thigh lulled you sleep causing rafe to gently pull over and place the blanket he kept in the back over you. He looked over at your sleepy form at a red light and couldn't help but to admire you "love you, my sleepy girl"

at parties (imagine this in a reality where kooks and pouges get along lol)

Kelce had thrown yet another end of school party despite it already being halfway into summer. The teens of the obx were always looking for an excuse to have houseparties, keggers, get togethers, you name it. If it had booze, drugs and people their age, they were down. Not that you were complaining though, you loved having a reason to get all dressed up and spend a night with your best friends and boyfriend. Although you were quite tired today and when vocalising this to rafe and your friends they all replied with something along the lines of "when aren't you". JJ in particular begged you to come and dared you to not fall asleep before 2 am. After a little persuasion and a bet formed between you and jj stating that the loser cleans the others car/bike for the next month, you were down.

At around 1:00 am you all (you, rafe, sarah, kie, cleo, john b, jj, pope, kelce, topper, barry and some other mutual friends) had found yourselves sitting on kelce's rather large balcony alternating between random convos and playing stupid party games such as truth or dare. You were sat in rafe's lap with his arms around you, one of his hands stroking your thigh whilst the other held a beer.

Feeling yourself grow tired you moved your face to bury it into rafe's chest almost forgetting about your bet with jj before you hear barry's voice booming. "YO THORNTON" causing jj to divert his attention away from a clingy kie "looks like mrs country clubs called it a night, pay up" you heard causing you to jolt your head up earning a groan from barry and a chuckle from jj and rafe. "Are you guys betting on me?" you asked putting two and two together. "Hey it's not just us, everyone is, even your boyfriend" jj pointed above you at rafe to get the blame off of himself.

This pulled whatever sleep you had in you away as you sat up and looked at rafe who had a sheepish smile on his face. "Explain" you said staring at rafe. "Well um-" he stuttered earning giggles from kelce and topper who rarely saw rafe at a loss for words "we all bet on who we think is gonna win the bet between you and jj" he explained. "Topper, kelce, john b, and cleo think you're gonna win and kie, barry, pope and sarah think jj's gonna win" he finished. "And you? who do you think is gonna win rafe?" you asked interested to hear his answer.

Some giggles from sarah and john b had you guessing you weren't going to like his answer. "well... baby you know i love you, but my money's on jj" he smiled down at you again with that sheepish smile. "really?" you laughed "you're betting against me?" you fake pouted, not really caring about something so silly. "Sorry baby" rafe laughed kissing your forehead. "Well imma stay up now just so i can see you lose" you smirked up at him "and so i don't have to clean jj's bike for the next month" you added on.

A while later you began to feel sleepy again as you drowned out the conversation between rafe and a few of the others. You looked up at rafe with sleepy eyes and he could swear that he'd never seen anything cuter. "Is it pass two?" you asked him in a pleading voice that had him send a quiet prayer to God that it had passed two so you could stop torturing yourself. He checked his watch, annoyed to see that it was 1:41 am meaning you couldnt sleep for another twenty minutes. Not having the heart to break it to you he just nodded causing you to bury your face into him as you layed against him, sleep immediately taking over you.

He bought his finger up to his lips and looked at everyone else with a death glare, a silent threat to everyone to not ruin it by telling you the actual time or else. He looked back at you sleeping then to jj who had a smirk on his face as he'd just won the bet. Little did jj know that there was no way on earth rafe was gonna let his girl wash jj's bike causing rafe to smirk to himself thinking of how he would deal with jj tomorrow, not caring how annoyed the blonde would get, you won't have to lift a finger. And that money he won from the other bet? He was already planning on how he was gonna take you out with that money and treat you the following day. "goodnight my pretty, sleepy girl" he whispered as he placed one final kiss into the top of your head before resuming his conversation with everyone else.

at midsummers

So far, midsummers had been everything you dreamt and more. You wore a stunning emerald green satin dress which complimented your skin tone and eye colour so beautifully. Your parents were so happy to see you with rafe enjoying midsummers remembering their own first midsummers together whilst the camerons wouldn't stop complimenting you. You had always been family to them being sarah's bestfriend since you both were three but they loved you even more after you started dating rafe.

The hours flew by as you danced with your parents, kie, sarah, wheezie, rafe and a few of your other friends. You even shared a dance with ward as he thanked you for bringing his son back to him. After a while you, kie and sarah went to grab a drink away from your parents hoping to get something alcoholic into your systems. After a while, not many people were left. Your parents had gone home without you once you told them you'd be staying at tannyhill with rafe and sarah tonight. You, kie and sarah were talking when you saw sarah roll her eyes at something behind you before feeling a pair of hands grab your waist. You turned you head to see rafe smiling at you pulling you away from sarah and kie leading you to the dance floor.

A slow song was playing as you both slowly danced to the music with your arms wrapped around his neck and your head was rested against his chest. Rafe's hands stayed at your waist and hips as he moved your body with his bringing his lips down to your ear "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he whispered. This caused you to giggle "only about a milion times". He chuckled at that and you felt butterflies emerge in your stomach at the rumbles from his chest "well that's not enough, lets make it a million and one" he started before peppering some kisses into your hair "you look gorgeous princess" he finished with one final kiss. You smiled feeling nothing but comfort in that moment in that calm atmosphere "i love you" you whispered earning an "i love you more" from rafe. You continued to dance as you felt your eyes get heavier, sleep taking over you. Rafe also felt your body get heavier as you gave into the sleep leading him to gently carry you to his truck, "let's get you home my sleepy girl"

at a picnic date/mid convo

"oh my god rafe, this is so cute" you beamed at rafe as he took out a little picnic blanket and placed it over the grass "i know, you want some strawberries?" rafe smirked in a cocky tone, proud of himself for coming up with a successful date. "yes please" you said sitting down next to him. As soon as you sat down you felt rafe's arms pull you into his lap and before you could say anything to object, he stuffed a strawberry into your mouth.

You two proceeded to talk about many things going on in the obx particularly your night at midsummers just yesterday. With your head in rafes lap, you looked up at him whilst he sat upright against a tree peering down at you and mindlessly playing with your hair. When rafe started describing his favourite moments from midsummers, trying find a few pictures topper had managed to snap, he heard your hums get quieter and less frequent as the seconds passed. Shrugging his brows he moves his phone away so your face was no longer blocked, only to find you sleeping with a small smile on your face. He couldn't help chuckle, not only at the small bit of whipped cream on your nose, but also at how his sleepy girl had fallen asleep on yet another date. Slowy, he quietly snapped a picture of you before putting his phone to the side whilst dropping his head down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, bringing it back up as he continued to admire you.

This was a picture rafe loved.

An image he wanted imprinted in his mind.

His favouite sight.

"sleep well my sleepy girl"

[loveharlow]

SEVEN [SEASON 2] - 005 (PART 2)

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [8.5k] A newfound diary, an emotional blast from the past, and a chaotic bonfire.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, fist fight/mild violence, jarah drama, sexual innuendoes,

NOW PLAYING‧₊˚

for the house scene^

for the bonfire scene^

A/N‧₊˚ i'm sooo hyped, ik this song strays from the theme a bit but i really wanted a sexy lil tune for the bonfire scene AND this chapter has TWO SONGS because it's two diff vibes at once

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“JJ, GET UP.” You groaned for the last time, shoving your sock-clad feet into your shoes, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. 

“Mmmm…I am up.” He whined into the pillow, very much still sleep. You scoffed, walking over and snatching the blanket off of the blonde — a wave of cool air hitting his shirtless body. He whined, flipping over onto his back as his eyes blinked open. “Why would you do that?”

“Because, for one, it’s eight fifty-five. School starts at nine and we have a fifteen minute drive to get there. And, two, John B and Pope already left without us because they didn’t want to wait for you which means I am now responsible for driving you, which makes us both late.” You explained, tossing the boy one of his shirts and a pair of socks. 

“Mmph…fine.” He grumbled, sitting up and slipping the item over his head as he yawned. You kicked his shoes towards him as he slipped on his socks, walking out of the bedroom to find Marley on the couch. The dog perked up as her two favorite people exited the guest room. 

“Hi, girl.” You cooed, crouching down as the animal threw herself off the couch and into your arms. “How you feelin’?” You asked, scratching behind her ears before looking up to find Kie in the kitchen, lingering silently. She paced, fiddling with her fingers while struggling to hesitantly meet your eyes.

“Hey.” She said simply, eyes on you and JJ. You both sent the girl half-smiles, lips pulled into thin, tight lines. “I thought everyone had left, I didn't know you two were...I, um, I fed her so, you shouldn’t have to worry about that.” She told you, shoving her hands in her back pockets nervously. “How are you? Or is that a…bad question to ask?”

You just shrugged one shoulder, swallowing awkwardly. “A lot better. Thanks for asking…” You replied genuinely. The room was filled with such a strong tension. By this point, everyone knew about the kiss between JJ and Kie. And everyone knew that everyone knew. The three of you stood around avoiding each other’s gazes, the only sound being the birds outside and Marley’s heavy panting. It didn’t feel right to be so hostile with Kie after everything that happened yesterday. And plus, you guessed you never got her side of everything. But even if the tension was no longer volatile, it was still awkward and suffocating. 

“Well, we should get goin’...” JJ piped up.

“Yeah, yeah, totally.” Kiara waved off, tucking her hair behind her ear and grabbing her tote bag from the dining chair. “I’ll...see you guys later.”

“You aren’t going to school?” You asked, Kiara stopping with her hand on the door. 

“No, I have some stuff to do. But I’ll catch up later.” She said, holding her hand up as a goodbye. “See ya.”

You both watched as she left — hearing her sneakers crunch oddly fast through the gravel before the sound faded out. You looked to JJ as his voice rang out. “Is it my place to say that you two need to talk it out?”

You grimaced before walking forward, out of the front door and towards your parked car as JJ followed. “I don’t know…” You dragged on, opening the driver’s side door as JJ got into the passenger seat. “It’s weird now. We’re together and she likes you…”

“Eh, I don’t think so.” JJ shrugged as you started the car, shooting him a confused look as you pulled out. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. “She kissed you.”

“I mean, yeah, but it was like she didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to say anything last night because it didn’t feel right to bring it up.” He said, looking at you as you drove, admiring the way the morning sun illuminated your eyelashes. “She came to me last night in the Surf Shack and apologized, said she had her feelings mixed up. I guess she meant between me and Pope, maybe? I don’t know. But she made it clear that she doesn’t like me like that, at the very least. But apparently, she also broke things off with Pope so, I’m confused on what she meant. Either way, maybe you’re the person she needs to talk to.” He suggested cooly. “Just sayin’.”

“Hm.” You hummed in thought, eyes trained on the road as your eyebrows pinched. Maybe JJ had a point. But when Kie was ready to talk, she would.

YOU AND JJ ENTERED THE CLASSROOM JUST AS THE LATE BELL RANG, the teacher shooting you both a look of warning and motioning for you to take your seats. JJ sat in front of John B and you sat behind Pope — the four of you forming a perfect square. JJ shot the two boys looks of annoyance, the both of them holding up their hands in surrender.

You watched as Mrs.Ortiz, the geometry teacher, began passing out papers. Kids around you sighed and groaned, causing you and JJ to share a confused look. It wasn’t long before the teacher made her way to you all, setting a paper on John B’s desk. “Nice of you to join us.” She smiled sweetly at him. 

“Good to be back.” He smiled back at her, the expression quickly fading when he read the paper in front of him. His eyes went wide just as the woman placed a paper on your own desk — two pieces of paper stapled together, the first page of equations already giving you a migraine.

“A test?” John B asked Pope, appalled. The boy turned in his seat, pointing an accusatory finger at John B.

“I told you we had a test.” He reprimanded under his breath.

“No, you didn’t.”

“The first thing I said to you-”

“Was to wake up.”

“Because we had a test.”

“A test was never mentioned-”

“Psst. John B.” A random girl interrupted. John B turned to her curiously, quirking a brow as she passed him a piece of paper, the three of you looking weirdly at one another as he unfolded the note.

Bonfire C U There?

John B eyed the note with an unreadable expression, the three of you turning away from him slowly once Mrs.Ortiz began talking. “You all will have until the end of this period to turn in the quiz. No phones, no notes, and no calculators. Once you are done, you may-” She was cut off when the landline on her desk rang. “Excuse me a moment.” She dismissed herself, picking up the phone before exchanging a few words and hanging up, peering over the classroom full of students before her eyes landed on you. “Ms.Carter.” She called, your eyebrows raising in question.

“Yes?”

“They need you in the main office.” She said, looking sad and pitiful. She looked sorry for you. You didn’t know why. 

Your face twisted in confusion as you looked at your three friends and got up, not even taking a full step forward before she spoke again. “You may want to take your things with you.” She grimaced, clasping her hands together. “And no need to worry about the quiz. I’ll exempt you for today.”

Her mercy had you questioning what exactly they needed you in the main office for…

Scooping up your backpack, you shot JJ a look before walking out of the classroom.

WALKING INTO THE MAIN OFFICE, you spotted a familiar face. 

“Shoupe?” You asked, face twisting as the man turned to you — a nervous look plastered on his face as his hands clutched his utility belt. There was no one else in the office aside from the secretary and a teacher or two printing papers — the sounds of typing and phones ringing filling the atmosphere.

“What’s going on?” You asked the officer, eyes darting around the room as you hiked your bag up higher on your shoulder, subconsciously holding it tighter against you. The older man took in his surroundings, taking note of the peering eyes of the secretary. He motioned towards the door you had just walked through before speaking.

“Let’s talk outside…”

You unknowingly clenched your jaw, nodding and following the man out the door. He waited for it to close, looking up and down the empty school halls before speaking. “I don’t mean to pop up on you like this. I’m just…tryna make this whole thing a little easier on ya.” He claimed, licking his lips before continuing. “I don’t know if you or your friends watch the news but…we have your mom in custody.”

You nodded, drawing your lips into a thin line but allowing the man to continue talking. “She had her bail hearin’ this mornin’. Since she attempted to flee from police upon arrest, the judge didn't grant her bail so, she won’t be out any time soon. Just wanted to let you know that.” He explained, his eyes full of pity and regret. "...She's been askin' to see you."

You couldn't control your facial contorting out of disgust. Or anger, you didn't know. "No." You said bluntly and firmly. "I don't want to see her."

Shoupe just nodded, raising his eyebrows briefly. "Yeah...I figured as much." He informed. "No one's forcin' you, kid. Just relayin' the message." He said. “...Also, the department will be closing off your house as a crime scene early tomorrow mornin’. I’m not supposed to be doing this but…if ya have anythin’ that you’d like to take with you — clothes, jewelry — I’d suggest you gon’ and get it today before it ends up in an evidence locker.”

“...Thank you, Shoupe.” You expressed your gratitude, surprised at his change of heart. Maybe he felt bad for everything — knowing now just how much could've been avoided had he just listened to you and your friends to begin with.

“...’s the least I could do.” He mumbled, looking down at his shoes for a brief moment. “But there is one more thing, kid.”

“What is it?” You asked, a moment of silence passing as a janitor walked by whistling with his earbuds in — the pair of you allowing him to pass anyway before continuing the conversation.

“...Since you are still a minor and have no current legal guardian that's not...imprisoned or deceased, you are now considered a Ward of the State. And unless you find someone to claim legal guardianship over you, there’s nothin’ I can do to stop DCS from payin’ you a visit.”

“Oh.” You said simply, lips stuck in a pursed position. You didn't think about that part...

“Yeah…” The man sighed.

“...Should I warn John B, too? Since Ward was his legal guardian?”

“No, no, that’s not necessary.” Shoupe dismissed, waving you off. “With Ward’s…passing, guardianship had been transferred to Rose as she was Ward’s spouse. But we both know that Routledge has been on his own for a long time.”

“So…what should I do?” You asked.

“That’s up to you, kid.” Shoupe shrugged helplessly. “Just find someone to take ya in. And soon.”

“HEY! WAIT UP!” YOU CALLED OUT AS YOU SPOTTED YOUR THREE MALE FRIENDS OUTSIDE IN THE COURTYARD. First period had ended by the time you’d gotten done talking with Shoupe, kids gathered outside before the bell rang for second.

You caught up to your friends in seconds, Pope and JJ separating to make space for you to walk with them.

“Glad to see you’re back.” John B threw out. “What’d you do? Steal test answers?”

“You’re hilarious but I don’t cheat.” You sassed, squinting at him. “I can do a simple math problem, I know that’s a foreign thing to you-”

“I was just askin’ because us three who didn’t receive a ‘get out of geometry free pass’ were kind of dying in there.”

“Speak for yourself.” Pope threw out, smiling smugly. “Finished that quiz in ten minutes. That’s gotta be a world record.”

“Yeah,” JJ added sarcastically. “For geeks, maybe.”

Popee flipped off the blonde as you and John B laughed, walking up the concrete steps. “But seriously, what’d they need you for?” JJ asked, looking down at you and throwing an arm over your shoulder.

You didn't miss the way John B and Pope shot each other smirks and low high-fived.

You sighed but smiled smally at the contact and slight PDA. “Long story short — my mom was denied bail so she's in jail for good, they’re taping my house off as a crime scene tomorrow and I have until tonight to get my stuff, and I am now a state-certified orphan and will be snatched up by DCS soon unless someone comes to claim me.”

“Sounds like someone needs a Routledge-level crash course in ‘Dodging DCS 101’.” John B smiled, holding the straps of his backpack.

“Or I just need someone to sign some papers and say they’re willing to take care of me.” Suddenly, all eyes glued themselves to Pope, the boy immediately shaking his head.

“Nuh-uh.” He declined. “You know I would if I could and my parents would love to help you. But that’s a lot of paperwork and they need other things, like proof of income showing that they can support another child. And Heyward’s has been a little slow since the whole boat thing with Topper…”

You all hummed in agreement, understanding his point. “Don’t sweat it, Pope.” You assured, nudging his shoulder. “I’ll figure it out. Hey," You switched your attention to JJ, voice lowering as the other two guys now held their own conversation. "I'm probably gonna leave school a bit early to go my house. Just so I have enough time."

"You want me to come with?" The blonde asked.

"If you don't mind..." You said, nervously — not wanting to be a burden. "You don't have to. I just don't think going alone-"

"I want to." He reassured, pecking your cheek.

“Ahh....” A chipper voice chimed in, the four of you facing forward to find Mr.Sunn standing against the school exit door that was wide open. “Mr.Routledge, Mr.Maybank, Mr.Heyward, and Ms.Carter — just the students I wanted to see.” He smiled, guiding you each one by one into the school building.

“Wish I could say the same.” JJ replied as Mr.Sunn walked in behind you four — guiding you to his classroom and ignoring your boyfriend’s sassiness.

“I have a question of historical nature for you…” The teacher explained, walking into a storage closet within his classroom. “I digitize documents for the Maritime Museum, and in return, I have been given access to the archives.” He went on, searching up and down the shelves before pulling out a box. “And I found…this.”

“A box.” Pope deadpanned.

“More than a box.” Mr.Sunn smiled, placing the container down on his desk, the four of you crowding around as he opened it, revealing what looked like a worn, brown journal wrapped in plastic. “Go ahead, Mr. Heyward.” The instructor encouraged as Pope picked up the item. “Careful with that.”

You all watched as Pope unwrapped the item from its packaging, fiddling with the fabric knot that held the book closed.

“It’s a diary.” Mr. Sunn explained. “The author’s unknown.” You all watched as Pope undid the knot, pages and pages of writing revealing themselves. It was written in cursive, some pages partially or completely torn out. But you felt the tension in the room rise when Pope let the pages fall to the very first one — a wheat symbol sketched onto it.

The four of you shot each other looks as Mr.Sunn placed a paper on the desk. “This…is a sample of the Denmark Tanny letter.” He smirked, looking up at the group of you. “Compare the handwriting.” John B was quick to pick up the paper, holding it up next to Pope’s hand that held the diary open.

Peering over the two boys shoulders, you could see the two artifacts side by side — the handwriting was distinct. But the similarity was undeniable. It was obvious that the two documents were written by the same person, down to the curves and flicks of the pen.

“No way…”

“It’s nearly identical.”

“...This is Denmark Tanny’s diary.” Pope said in a hushed tone, eyes never leaving the papers. His fingers trailed the worn pages of the journal, flipping the page to find a drawing — a captain standing by as the figures in the background pushed ships into the water, a larger ship looming in the back. “Guys, this is Captain Limbrey.” Pope pointed out, tip of his index finger on the man with the hat atop his head, standing proudly. “...August sixth, eighteen twenty-nine.” He read aloud, sitting down on the nearest desk top.

“That’s the year the Royal Merchant went down.” John B informed, eyebrows downturned in pity.

“I thought you all might find it interesting.” The teacher spoke up.

“Thank you so much for this.” Pope whispered, still looking through the journal.

Mr.Sunn sat on the desk beside your friend, leaning in to speak. “It’s important to know your own history.” He told him, you all looking at him with wide eyes before he got up and walked to the back of the classroom once more, leaving the four of you to your thoughts.

“...Oh my God.” Pope sighed, his eyebrows pinching together. “This is the Cross of Santo Domingo.” He said, the three of  you sharing a look and walking over, crowding around behind him. It was a picture of some of the crew members carrying a large cross. “It was on The Royal Merchant.”

THE ENGINE OF YOUR FORD BRONCO DIED AS YOU TURNED THE VEHICLE OFF, looking up at the house you hadn't seen in over a month. To anyone else, it probably looked like a nice, normal home.

To you it looked haunted, forever shrouded in a cloud of darkness and gloom that would never go away.

"You want me to come in?" JJ asked, you only just now noticing him looking at you. You lowered your gaze to him, nodding as a response. He gave you a small smile before exiting the passenger seat and rounding the vehicle as you unbuckled your seatbelt to open your door and offer you a hand out of the car.

He shut your door after you climbed out, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as you walked the path up to the front door. To your surprise, it was already cracked ajar, only having to give the wood a push for it to creak open.

The lights were off, the only light coming from the open windows. The wood screeched beneath you and JJ's feet as you walked further inside, the blonde allowing your hand to slip slowly from his own as your eyes scanned everything.

You spotted a suitcase at the bottom of the steps — laid out in the floor, flipped open. Clothes, shoes, and stray dollar bills scattered around the abandoned trunk.

Was that what Shoupe meant when he said she attempted to run?

It looked like the caught her before she even made it out of the front door...

It was as if the place had been raided. The coffee table in the living room was lopsided and off center, the couch cushions looked like they'd been thrown back into place.

The patio door was open, and the kitchen told a different story —alcohol bottles scattered on the counter like centerpieces. The smell of liquor even lingered mildly in the air.

You didn't say a word as you edged towards the staircase, stepping over the fallen luggage and making your way up the stairs. Photo frames decorating the companionway upon the walls swung, hanging from a single screw.

You'd seen how many officers came the day Ward died. Just how many ran through your house? Or what remained of it...

Reaching the top of the stairs, even more clothes littered the floor. There was even a sizeable hole in the wall...

You took a deep breath, shaking off your nerves before walking further down the hall and pushing open the door to your room.

Surprisingly, it looked untouched —almost exactly how you remember leaving it.

Your bed was unmade, the blinds were open, even your midsummer's dress was still hung on the back of your closet door. Remembering that night put a smile on your face.

Everything was messed up...but not this messed up. John B didn't know that his girlfriend's dad had killed his and yours. Pope didn't have any personal connection to the gold that made him a target. Kiara was still living with her parents and you were still friends. You and JJ had just gotten out of jail and seen each other for the first time all day.

Looking back, maybe your friends were right. How could you not see it all this time? Remembering the way he froze seeing you in your dress, you paid no mind to it then. But now, it was like reliving the moment in your mind. He looked in awe. He looked in love. He looked like he had never seen you a day in his life. And when he smiled at you...

You would never forget that night.

Walking over to the item, your fingers brushed against the smooth material — a small, sad smile spreading across your cheeks.

"You should take it." JJ startled you, turning around to see him in the doorframe. You hadn't heard him come up the stairs.

"I don't have any use for it, now." You said mournfully. "It's not like I'll be going to another one..." You reflected, opening your closet all the way and grabbing the biggest duffel bag you owned, pulling tops and jackets off the hangers and throwing them in.

In your peripheral, you could see your boyfriend remove the dress from it's hanger — folding it and placing it in the duffel bag. "That may be true but you'll need a dress for all the five-star restaurants we visit when we go full Kook." He joked lightly, winking at you, the action putting a loving smile on your face. "Here, let me help." He offered, stepping next to you and grabbing your bottoms and shoes, putting them in the duffel bag as well.

To your surprise, the bag fit almost everything you planned on taking. You'd probably need another backpack but the closet was almost entirely empty when you spotted a box in the corner. You scrunched your eyebrows, crouching and reaching for the cardboard box in the corner, dragging it out.

There was something written in sharpie on the side — Dad's Stuff.

Your hand hovered over the box, forgetting you had it back there all this time. You didn't even remember what was inside. Looking up at JJ who was already staring down at you, the blonde gave you a silent supportive nod, encouraging you to open it.

Turning back, you carefully opened the top flaps — your eyes immediately spotting your dad's tattered and worn 'OBX' hoodie that you'd taken from his closet after he died. You wore it for weeks after his death — so much so that your perfume still lingered on it, mixed in with fading smell of his cologne that you somehow still remembered the distinct smell of.

You carefully lifted the item of clothing, brushing your thumbs against the rough fabric. The letters were fading and there were small lint-beads around the sleeves but that didn't diminish it's value. You handed the object to JJ, silently asking him to put it in the bag. The boy understood quickly, taking the hoodie from your hands as you fished around deeper in the box.

There wasn't much. What took up the most space was the hoodie considering it's thickness. All that remained was a scrapbook and an old family camera.

You picked up the book first — it was a father's day gift that you'd made him some years ago. 'To The BEST Dad in The World' scribbled in your third grade handwriting on the front. The book was thin, made from construction paper and glitter.

Flipping it open, it was filled with pictures of you and your dad — on several of your birthday's, pictures of you both blowing out the candles because you refused to do it without him. One of his guitar picks was glued to a page, surrounded by a heart of glitter with a small sentence at the bottom — 'I stole this from you because it's my favorite and I don't want to lose it.'

You let the pads of your fingers trace the pages, eyes scanning over the small art project once more before closing it and setting it to the side with one hand, using the other to pick up the camera.

You fiddled with the object in your palms, eyes widening when, to your surprise, it came on as you held the power button. You vividly remembering your dad taking the camera almost everywhere you went — on family picnics, small road trips, birthday parties. He didn't use it as much when you got older.

You pressed the playback button, the last video he ever recorded popping up with the play button. You didn't hesitate, pressing play on the video as the terrible audio quality filled the silence of your room.

"Well, it's doomsday, people. Y/N has her very first pimple." His voice made your heart skip a beat. You hadn't realized until now that you hadn't heard it almost year.

"Dad, stop!" A fourteen-year old you whined, palming the lens of the camera. "It's ugly and huge..."

"You should let your old man pop it-"

"Ew, gross! No way..." You chuckled. Your voice was so much higher, you didn't even recognize it. "And please, stop recording. This is not funny."

"Okay, okay…" he said, turning the camera around to face himself. "Well, bossy pants says no more recording, so we're cutting it short today." He faked a frown before smiling mischievously and turning the camera back around to you for a quick second. You were hunched over the sink looking in the mirror when you saw the camera and ducked out of the way.

"Dad!" You whined. "Seriously!"

"Okay! Okay..." He laughed, the video ending abruptly. You immediately pressed the back arrow, skimming through photo after photo before coming across another video — a much older one.

"Alright, I think it's on. So, to whoever is watching this, my baby girl just learned her first guitar chord and beat her own record, all in one day. Tell them how deep you dove today, sweetheart." He prompted, spinning the camera to what looked like a ten-year old you sitting on your front porch — hair still slightly damp and wild.

"Thirty feet!" You cheered, voice even higher in this recording. You had his guitar in your lap.

"That's right!" Your father applauded from behind the camera, walking around to stand in front of you and get a good view. "She's a little natural. But now we're on to our lessons before she leaves me for her friends. Tell the people what chords you learned."

Your small frame was perched on the front steps, sun beaming on you. "E-minor, A-minor, and...uh...E."

"Good job!" He smiled, voice dropping to a whisper only the camera could hear. "She picked out the chords herself, I had no say." The statement made you laugh a bit, wiping away a stray tear as you continued to watch the video. "Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."

You watched as little you positioned the instrument under your arms and your fingers in between the frets before strumming. It was gappy and you hesitated in between switching chords but the video made you smile nonetheless.

Once you were done, you looked up at the camera with a smile. "How was that?"

"That was beautiful, angel." Your dad said softly behind the device, walking closer to you and turning it around so it now recorded the both of you. "This is me and my little pufferfish-slash-popstar and we're signing off. Wave goodbye, Y/N."

"Byeee!" You cheesed and waved wildly, your dad doing this same as the video cut — stuck on the last frame showcasing both of your bright smiles.

You stared at it, silently crying. You let your tears fall, sniffing periodically when you felt a hand ease it's way onto your back. Turning swiftly and dropping the camera into your duffel bag, you turned and pushed your face into JJ's chest, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

You could feel his body tense and his hands freeze — he didn't know what to say or how to properly comfort you. Or if was he meant to comfort you as a friend or a lover.

He pondered for a moment before returning the tight embrace, kissing the top of your head before laying his on top of your own. He swayed lightly with you in his arms, allowing you to cry quietly into his shirt.

"Why did all of this have to happen?" You mumbled into his shirt. "Why are our lives the ones that had to fall apart?"

The blonde didn't have an answer for you, so he just chose to hold you instead — comforting you until you were ready and didn't need the need the comfort anymore.

He wasn't sure if he was meant to comfort you as a friend or as a lover — so he settled on comforting you as a person.

And he held you as long as you needed until you were all cried out, the two of you taking your bags of clothes, the scrapbook, the camera, the hoodie, and most importantly — your dad's guitar out of the house you hoped to never see again.

“GUYS,  THIS IS FROM DENMARK’S DIARY.” Pope said. You were back at The Chateau, feeling a lot better now, and he hadn’t put the book down since he got it. You were surprised he hadn’t finished it by now. You’d seen the boy finish larger books in a matter of hours. “...‘August fifteenth, set sail from Port-au-Prince on calm seas.’” He read aloud, the sun beaming behind him. “...’Came up on the Spanish ship San Jose on fire. The entire deck was aflame. We could hear the screams of men trapped below.’” You cringed at the words, not being able to imagine the agony.

“‘The Spanish Captain cared about only one thing, his valuable cargo — The Cross of Santo Domingo and countless bars of gold. Once the cargo was on board, went to help the crew, but Captain Limbrey ordered us to pull bayonets and not to let any of the Spanish crew on board.” He paused, eyes softening before continuing to read. “...’He robbed them and left them to die.’”

Pope concluded, closing the journal and letting it fall on the table before taking a seat in the empty chair next to John B.

“So, it didn’t go down off Bermuda.” JJ offered, fiddling with a lighter as he laid outstretched between your legs, his head against your thighs as you laid against the arm of the patio sofa.

“And it was a Limbrey stealing shit again.” Kiara added.

“This diary proves that both the gold and the cross of Santo Domingo were on the Royal Merchant.” Pope put together, leaning his arms on his thighs. 

“Why didn’t we find the cross in the well, then?” JJ asked, his blonde hair getting blown into his face by the wind, you brushing it gently out of his vision as he continued explaining his thought process. “I mean, if Denmark was able to get this, like, bedazzled cross off of the Merchant to the shore, why didn’t he just hide it with the gold?”

“...Because it was too big.” John B realized. 

“You’re right.” Pope nodded, eyeing his two friends and nodding as his brained pieced the puzzle together. “He had to hide it someplace else…”

“But where?” You thought aloud.

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

“Wait,” JJ paused. “I thought this was about the key?” He pondered. “What’s the connection here?”

Pope sighed, pulling the aforementioned key from his pocket — the one he found in his grandma’s parlor. “The path to the tomb begins in the island room…” He said, reading the secret message revealed by the key, trying to mentally search for clues.

“But what is the island room?” Kiara groaned, throwing her head back.

“Y’know what helps me figure shit out?” JJ threw out, tossing the lighter onto the outdoor table, eyes focused on Pope. “Smokin’ beers and drinkin’ weed.” He said proudly, your face twisting in confusion. “The ideas just start to pour out of me. If we just sit here and try to figure this out, we’re gonna get nowhere.” He said seriously, sitting up to look at his friends more directly. “But if we get creative and go to this bonfire tonight? Maybe we get somewhere.”

“I think you just want an excuse to go to a bonfire.” You added, a smug look on your face as he turned to look at you, his hair messed up from laying in your lap.

“Shh…” He quieted with a finger to your lips, your eyes fleeting between the digit and his eyes. “You just haven’t mastered the technique to greatness yet. This is a plan of master intelligence. Drunk minds lead to sober finds, baby.”

You scoffed, lightly brushing his fingers from your lips as Kie spoke.

“Well, I just got disowned by my parents…and I’m an official member of the I-have-nothing-to-lose club.” She smiled, throwing her hands out.

“Pope?” JJ turned to the boy, a question on his lips. You all could see the denial brewing in his eyes, JJ catching it before any words left Pope’s lips. “Look — think about how much you could think if you just gave your brain a rest.”

He seemed to sit on the thought, looking at each of you individually before caving in. “...Okay, fine.”

“That’s a yes, folks. We’re headed out!” JJ exclaimed, jumping up from his place as the other three did the same, heading towards the van. You were getting up on your own before the blonde’s hand went under your arms, lifting you into his embrace. Your arms wound around his neck as he carried you happily. “First couple bonfire, baby!” He smiled, looking into your eyes. “You gotta do keg stand with me.”

THE BONFIRE — AN OUTER BANKS TRADITION. It’s the same weekend every year. Everyone goes. Literally everyone. After finding a fortune, and losing it, a little fun around a fire couldn’t hurt, right?

The party was in full swing by the time you’d all arrived, the entire party recognizing your small group by the sight of The Twinkie. JJ helped you out of the van, your ears immediately attacked by the loud cheering, endless chatter, and raging music. 

The only real light was the huge bonfire in the center of the party — the flames lit in a small pit of the abandoned skatepark that happened to be this years secret location. Kiara and Pope went off on their own almost as soon as they left the van — the two getting into a small dispute on the way over. Pope believed that if Kie listened to her parents instead of arguing, she could go back home. Kiara disagreed and told Pope that he sounded like her dad.

You, JJ, and John B were already grabbing beers from a cooler — the two boys swallowing theirs down within seconds. John B did his own complaining on the way over — not a single sentence spoken without the mention of Sarah Cameron.

“And she was like ‘that’s it’. She done with me.” He whined, even after downing a beer.

“I know, but dude? Her father blew up in front of her.” JJ reminded, clapping a hand on the boys shoulder. 

“J’s right, John B.” You said, sipping your own beer as you looked around at the party goers. “ Just give her a minute-” You were cut off when a beer can clattered at all three of your feet, looking up to find the girl who’d passed John B that note in class with a lazy smile on her face.

“Hey, derelicts!” She shouted, giggling drunkenly.

“Hey!” JJ exclaimed, kicking the beer droplets from his shoes. “There she is…” He mumbled, side-eyeing JB. “That’s all you, my friend.” He said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and walking away from John B. “I’m outta here.” He said, throwing a peace sign over his shoulder.

The two of you walked away with bright smiles on your faces, laughing.

“Was I good wingman back there? One through ten...” JJ asked, a light smile on his face. 

“Eh. I’ll give you an eight.” You shrugged lightheartedly.

“An eight?” He asked, his arm slipping from your shoulder to hold your hand as he turned to talk to you, face to face. “Where’d my other two points go?”

“You lost them because for one, that’s the same girl he made out with last year and never texted back because he said she was trashy and desperate. But neither of you remember that.” You reprimanded jokingly. “And two, I do feel kind of bad. Sarah’s probably somewhere crying and John B’s out here flirting with some girl…” 

JJ groaned, stepping closer to you. “Trust me — Sarah is not moping around. I’ll bet you a million dollars that she’s with her knight in shining armor right now.”

“JJ, that’s not fair-”

“But it’s the truth. I know you two are sort of friends again but you can’t seriously tell me that you don’t think she ran to Topper.” You chewed the inside of you cheek, squinting your eyes.

“...I say have some faith in her.” You challenged, shifting your weight and crossing your arms, a mischievous smile on your face.

JJ chuckled, downing the remaining portion of his beer before taking your face in his hand gently, rubbing a thumb over your cheek as he looked down at you — the fire illuminating the side of your face beautifully. “You’re cute.” He cooed. “Twenty bucks says Sarah ran back to Topper and they’ll show up tonight.”

“And if I’m right?” You contested, cocking an eyebrow. “If they don't?” You asked, eyes on the blonde’s lips.

“Well, that’s up to you.” He said, fighting a smile as his eyes bored into yours. “What do you want?...” He asked, voice just above a whisper.

Your tongue traced the inside of your mouth as your eyes scanned his face. The two of you had been dating for less than twenty-four hours and the tension was already suffocating. And you were in public, for that matter. But for some reason, that fact didn’t affect you all that much.

“Yo, Maybank!” A deep, brassy voice rang out — JJ turning around as you peered over his shoulder to find one of the football players with his hands up. “Beer pong?” He offered, holding a ping pong ball between his fingers. 

JJ turned back to you, a raised eyebrow. You just shrugged as the boy took your hand, walking you over. “Yeah, me and my girl are playin’!”

“AND THAT’S THREE TO ZEROOO!” JJ TAUNTED AS HIS PING PONG BALL LANDED IN THE OTHER TEAMS LAST CUP, beer sloshing as the round object hit the liquid. The people surrounding you cheered as the other team, the football player and his girlfriend, groaned and downed the cup of beer.

You’d been playing for at least half an hour, you and JJ consuming more beer than a dad of three on a football Sunday. JJ was no lightweight. You, on the other hand, have never been too good at controlling yourself after your third or fourth drink. There were different types of drunks — the loud one, the whiny one, the vomiter...

You were the touchy drunk. The flirtatious drunk. And the countless cups of beer were just starting to kick in — your body feeling warm and tingly as the night went on.

A chill traveled up the length of your spine when JJ pulled you into a celebratory hug, lifting you off your feet and planting a quick kiss on your lips. It was such an odd thing — all these feelings you had for him just seemed to amplify.

You did mean it when you said you saw him as a friend. Most of the time. Before you were together or expressed feeling for each other, you had moments here and there where you saw JJ from a not-so friendly perspective. You may have a had a little crush on him but who didn’t? He was hot.

So, yeah, maybe you’d stare a little longer than appropriate when he’d take his shirt off at the beach and maybe, just maybe, him calling you princess would make your heart beat a little faster and maybe that’s why you would tell him stop.

But now, you were his girlfriend. And he was your boyfriend. And even a day into dating, he had no problem showing it. His hands never hesitated when he wanted them on you and if your lips were there, trust and believe he’d kiss them. He’d take the time to help you out of and into the van and he seemed to love throwing his arm around your shoulder.

The little touches and looks ignited a new fire in you and with the liquor running through you, the small flame inside was more like a wildfire. Ever since everything that happened with Rafe, you hadn’t really felt comfortable when it came to intimacy. But something about JJ made it feel like you weren’t treading in such deep water without knowing how to swim. You felt safe.

“Alright, we’re done. Go find someone else to kick your ass.” JJ joked as he set you down, taking a few steps to give his friend a bro-hug, clapping each other on the shoulder. JJ held out his hand when he turned back to you. You eagerly put your hand in his, the two of you walking away and towards the center of the pit where people were sitting and dancing around the fire.

The blonde sat down and motioned for you to do the same, his hand never unlinking from yours until you were completely sat and comfortable. “...You done already?” You asked, watching as JJ perked up at the sound of your voice.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows cinching curiously.

“This is your, like, natural habitat.” You laughed, motioning to the party around you. “Normally, you go from shotgunning beers to the keg stand within fifteen minutes.”

He laughed lightly at your observation, his head dipping down for a moment. “Yeah, I guess…”

“Soooo?...” You questioned, a tipsy smile on your face. 

“...I don’t know.” He sighed, looking at you. The bonfire illuminated his hair, making it look borderline golden. “I don’t wanna tire you out. I know you’re still recovering from...you know-”

“Pfft-” You cut him off. “Don’t worry about meee…” You groaned, shaking the boys shoulders. “I’m fine. I don’t even know what Barry gave me-”

“Yeah, I know.” JJ said seriously. “That’s the problem. I probably shouldn’t have even let you down that many beers…”

“JJ.” You deadpanned, a semi-drunken pout on your lips. “I’m fine.”

“...No one is really fine after something like that.” He said sadly, looking you in the eyes.

In truth, he was right. The events of yesterday had been playing in your mind since you woke up. Little flashes, here and there. It made it so hard to sleep — and you prayed you wouldn’t have a repeat of last summer all over again. You may not remember every single event but you couldn’t seem to forget how the entire ordeal made you feel. Helpless, disgusting…alone. But you figured, you got through it all once, right? What was one more time?

You didn’t want to bring down the mood and it was clear that’s where this was headed. So when your ears cued in on the song playing over the speakers, a bright smile planted itself on your face as you stood up, holding a hand out for JJ that he took without hesitation. But not without question.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Dance with me.”

“Ah, I don’t think this is really a slow dancing song, princess.” He protested, a sheepish smile on his face. “And I don’t know how to do that, anyway.”

“Who said anything about slow dancing?” You asked as if he asked a ridiculous question. “We’re at a bonfire, not a debutante ball.” You joked.

“A what?”

“Oh my God.” You sighed with a smile. “Just dance with me, you loser.” You urged, spinning in his arms so that you were facing away from him and pressing yourself against him, putting both of his hands on your waist as you swayed against him.

“Oh-” JJ said, your quick movements catching him off guard before he seemed to find himself. “This kind of dancing.” He said — his fingers pressing into the exposed skin of your waist as he matched your movements. Your own hands trailed up his arms — one steady feeling up his bicep as the other traveled up to the nape of his neck.

Normally, you’d be a little nervous in a situation like this. But with the alcohol, the fact that most of the people around were too drunk to notice, and the consideration of the other ten couples that were nearly tongue-fucking one another scattered around the skate park — a little grinding was the least of anyone’s concerns.

You were surprised when you felt the skin of JJ’s lips brush against the skin of your neck, the hairs standing up at the contact. You could faintly hear him humming the lyrics of the song — the combination of his featherlight touch and the sound of his voice making one dangerous duo.

You didn’t realize you were subconsciously pushing yourself further into him until you felt the familiar feeling of something pressing into your backside, the same feeling you felt in Charleston. You were starting to take it as a compliment. And he didn't seem as apologetic this time around.

At the feeling of him pressed against you, you craned your neck to look at him when the boy wasted no time in encapsulating your lips with his — a sloppy, passionate kiss as you both swayed against each other. You swore you heard a wolf-whistle somewhere but you paid no mind, turning in JJ’s hold to wrap both arms around his neck as he pulled you even closer into him.

One of his hands started to trace your spine all the way down to your ass when shouting distracted you both.

“Relax!” You both broke your exchange, turning around to see Sarah, John B, Topper, and the girl you’d left John B with all in each other’s faces.

“Why don’t you just leave, Sarah?” The girl sassed, the entire party quieting down aside from the people egging on the altercation, flashlights coming on as people started to record. “You aren’t even together anymore-”

“Why are you still talking?!” Sarah exclaimed, hands in the girls face.

“Have a little respect. Her dad just died!” Topper jumped in, reprimanding the girl.

“Shut up, Kook!” She spat, chin up. “Back off!” She warned, pushing Topper back with one arm.

“What’s going on?” Pope asked from beside you and JJ — him and Kiara seeming to have made their way through the crowd.

“The confrontation of the century.” JJ laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You owe me twenty dollars, princess.” He whispered, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. You didn’t miss the way Pope’s eyes squinted, you turning to look at him. The curly-haired boy pointed back and forth between you and JJ, raising an eyebrow and crossing his fingers — a silent question.

You nodded, a sheepish smile on your face. Pope smiled and held out his fist, waiting for you to bump yours with his. You scoffed, giving him a fist bump. You couldn’t turn back to face the argument without meeting Kie’s eyes that no doubt saw the interaction between you and Pope. She looked sad. Disappointed, almost.

“She’s a real gem.” Sarah said sarcastically to John B.

“What am I to you, huh?” He challenged, stepping closer to Sarah as Topper and the girl argued in the background. “Am I just another one? Like him?” He questioned, motioning towards Topper.

“She just another groupie to add to your collection?” Sarah retorted, standing toe to toe with the boy.

“Sarah, it doesn’t matter-” Topper tried but he went ignored.

“Did I mean anything to you?!” Sarah’s voice rose, her fists balling at her sides as Topper tugged on her arms.

“You’re questioning me when you’re here with your ex?!” John B shouted back.

“Did you tell her?!”

“Are you serious?!”

“Hey, back off!” Topper stepped in eventually, eye to eye with John B. “You wanna start some shit right now?!”

“Do I wanna start some shit?...” John B asked menacingly, head held high.

“Come on, John B! Kick his ass!” Some random bystander yelled, phone in hand. The four of you looked at one another nervously.

“Should we…?” Kiara dragged out.

“Yeah.” Pope answered the half-asked question, the four of you wrestling your way through the mob of people to reach your friends. Too preoccupied with pushing your way through, you couldn’t see what was happening. But you could hear.

“They all know what happened last time!” That was Topper.

“Just get out! Go!” Sarah. Who was she talking to?

“I’ll beat your ass!” Topper. Again.

“Get out of here, Topper!” John B said.

“Hey!” A new voice. “She don’t want you anymore, bro!” Was that Kelce? 

“Shut the hell up...” John B warned, pushing the boy out of his face. You were able to see this happen just as the four of you made it to the center where they stood.

“What’re you gonna do, John B?” He pressed. “Kill me like you killed Sheriff Peterkin? Huh?” Wrong move, Kelce. Wrong. Move. “Do something!-” And something was indeed done as John B doubled back to punch the boy in his jaw, sending him stumbling back into the crowd.

Topper took the opportunity to charge at JB, grabbing him up by his shirt and tossing him to the ground. This urged you and your friends to jump in, the crowd closing in.

“Hey!” The four of you yelled angrily, pushing people out of the way.

“Move!” You shouted, forcefully shoving bodies out of you way. “Get the f- move!” You broke through just in time to see the girl John B was chatting up push Sarah to the concrete, JB calling the blonde’s name. You shoved the girl away, seeing her tumble on her ass. “Move, bitch!”

“What’s your problem?!” Kiara shouted at the girl as well, emerging next to you after witnessing the assault herself. “You all right?” Kie asked Sarah as the girl pushed herself up.

“What the hell?!” The girl that pushed her screamed. “Whose side are you on?!”

“She’s our friend!” You retorted. “Guys!” You shouted, looking around for your three male friends — spotting them to your right. John B was being pinned down by Topper, Pope had bum rushed half a dozen people to get to him, and JJ had leaped over one of the short walls to help his friend.

Pope went straight for Kelce who was helping Topper jump JB — taking a few nasty hits to his torso before managing to subdue the boy.

JJ had his sights on Topper — snatching the boy off of his best friend and into a chokehold.

“JJ!” You shouted, you and Kie rushing over. “We have to leave!” You warned, not getting too close.

“It’s not worth it, guys, come on!” Kiara bellowed.

Pope was the first one to ground himself, pushing Kelce off of him and to the concrete before gathering JJ and John B. “C’mon, we’re done!” He rushed, pushing the two boys ahead of him.

“We good?” JJ asked John B, full of adrenaline. He was on a streak, huh? 

“We’re good.” John B exasperated, adjusting his shirt.

The five of you walked away from the party, JJ grabbing your hand so he didn’t lose you in the crowd. Piling into the van, the five of you sped off watching the chaos continue through the vehicle windows.

“WELL, THAT WAS A LITTLE UNEXPECTED.” JJ pointed out the obvious, crushing an empty beer can in his hand and leaning against the van. You’d stopped at a convenience store, The Twinkie parked outside. You and JJ had gone inside to get drinks as John B sat inside, legs outstretched in front of him with a cold beer pressed to his head, Kiara and Pope sitting up front with Kie in the driver’s seat. 

“Was it?” She protested, pulling her face together.

“Couldn’t just have one night without some shit going on.” Pope sighed angrily, throwing his head back.

“Hey, maybe she’ll come around.” JJ tried the optimistic approach, eyes on John B who looked like he couldn’t be more over it if he tried.

“...It’s like everything that happened to us didn’t matter.” John B said sadly, looking at his shoes. “And maybe it doesn’t.”

“I’VE HAD MORE BLACK EYES IN THE LAST MONTH THAN I’VE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.” Pope said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. It wasn’t as gloomy as it was in the van on the way back, but the gray cloud was still there.

You were all back at The Chateau now, crowded around your own bonfire. You and JJ sat on one bench, Marley curled up at your feet while John B and Kie sat on another, Pope having a lawn chair all to himself as him, you, and JB roasted marshmallows.

“That was building up for years.” JJ said, taking a bite out of his fresh hot pocket as you laid your head on his shoulder, roasting your marshmallow. “Rumble in the jungle.” He joked through a mouth full of food.

“Hey,” John B spoke up, eyes running between you and Kie. “Did you guys really stick up for Sarah?”

You simply shrugged. “Yeah, look like she needed it.” You said bluntly, not in a mean way. Just matter of factly. “Pogues and Kooks fight different. Sarah isn’t the fighting type, not the pogue fighting type anyway.”

“Of course I did.” Kie replied after. “She’s not a real Kook.”

“Yeah, tell that to Topper.” Pope threw out. It went silent for a few moments, the only sounds being the crickets and the crackling of the fire. And the chickens in the coop. They were oddly active tonight.

At the sound of their incessant clucking, John B’s eyes furrowed — turning around and staring off into the distance. You paid no mind to it as JJ plucked your freshly roasted marshmallow of the stick and ate it just as you’d brought it to your lips.

“Ah- hey!” You removed your head from his shoulder, pushing him playfully.

“Sorry, got a little hungry.”

“You have an entire hot pocket in your hand.”

“Yeah, but-” He was cut off when you dipped your head down taking a huge bite out of his hot pocket — the steaming food causing you to breathe wildly while chewing. “That’s what your ass gets.” He laughed, his amusement dying when Marley took the opportunity to snatch the remaining portion of the item from his hand, gulping in down in few bites. “What the hell?!”

Your own laughter erupted, almost causing you to choke on the bite of food – JJ patting your back to help out when John B shushed you. The four of you looked at him.

“What?” Pope asked.

“...Someone’s here.” He said, standing up from his seat and taking slow steps towards the chicken coop.

“You don’t think Topper would…?” Kiara threw out the possibility. 

“I wouldn’t put it past him.” JJ said, trying to find whatever it was John B was looking at. The four of you stood up, trailing behind John B.

“Hey, who’s out there?!” John B called, the five of you creeping around the bushes and trees.

“You Kooks better not try anything!” Kie warned aloud.

Suddenly, a figure emerged. “How y’all doing?” You couldn’t help but loudly smack your teeth and roll your eyes — it was no one other than the creepy guy that ran with Limbrey. 

“Not this motherfucker…” You sighed. "Don't you have a job?"

“You gotta be kidding me.” JJ complained beside you.

“Lovely evenin’ we’re havin’.” He smiled, walking towards you all and out of the woods with his hands up in surrender.

“Lovely evening we were having.” You corrected, a grimace on your face. “Go away.” You dead panned. “Creeping in the woods and peeping on minors is odd. And a felony-”

“You know, out of all of you, I think I like you the least.” He said.

“Is this where I’m supposed to fall to my knees in tears?” You sassed. “For someone dressed like a low budget G.I. Joe, I don’t think you should be too worried about me.”

“Look, I didn't come here to fuss ‘n fight.” He said. “I don’t hold a grudge with any of y’all, all right?” He reassured, slapping his hands against his thighs. “But this can go hard,” He said, patting himself down and holding his jacket open as he spun around to show that he was unarmed. “Or this can go easy.” He said plainly, throwing his arms out.

He was in front of you all now, surveying you each one by one. “You know what I’m here for.” He smiled. “Lemme give you a little demonstration, you see that swing?” He asked, pointing to the tire swing in hanging from the large tree in the backyard. “I got the best bow hunters in the Army Rangers with me.”

“Yeah?” JJ challenged.

“Mhm.” The man hummed, whistling two times before an arrow went whizzing through the air, embedding itself into the oak of the Magnolia Tree. The object startled some of your friends, you and JJ’s eyes glued to the man as he walked circles around you five. “They’ll stick you just as soon as I say so.” He threatened, stepping into Pope’s space.

JJ walked up behind him when an arrow flew right beside your ear, landing right at the blonde’s feet. You’d forgotten all about Marley until you heard her growl from beside you, looking down to see her eyes glued to the man as she bared her teeth.

You’d never heard her growl so lowly before. And maybe it was time to start teaching her some new tricks if she was going to be by your side through all this. Maybe you were both changing...

“Nuh-uh.” He warned, eyeing JJ before turning his smug grin back to Pope. “Now, I’m not gonna give you a countdown or any bullshit like that. I’m just gonna whistle.” He said bluntly, eyes boring into Pope’s who was breathing heavily, nostrils flared.

It was a tense few moments — It was Pope’s choice. But was it really? Were there really any choices at all? The air grew stiff and suffocating as you watched your friend dig into his pocket, his hand emerging with the real key this time.

He was about to hand it over when he clutched it, holding it to his chest. “No.” He muttered, shaking his head as he pressed his lips together. “This key belongs to my family.” He hissed.

The man laughed, pacing shortly on his feet. “I am losin’ my patience with you, Pope.” He informed, eyes void yet full of evil all at once. He turned back to Pope, putting two fingers to his lips, preparing himself to give the signal to his men in the woods when Pope handed over the key.

He smiled, taking the item with no urgency. “You did the right thing, kid.” He commended. “Knowing when you don’t have a choice is an underappreciated talent. You be safe, now.” He waved off, turning and walking through the remaining four of you. “Y’all have a good night.” He bid farewell as he disappeared into the trees again, multiple footsteps shuffling in the greenery to follow him out.

Pope stood there, panting like an angry bull. You’d never seen him so furious. Pope was the voice of reason. He was the level-headed one. The rational one.

Not whatever this was.

“...I am so sick, of this shit.” He rasped, his anger not allowing him to move his voice above an infuriated whisper. He shook his head, fists balled tightly as he walked off.

And you stood wondering just how much more personal was this going to get.

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[nemesyaaa]

pairing : nerd!bf!pope heyward x cute!gf!reader

warnings/infos : fluff and bittersweet angst, no smut actually but mentions of suggestive content.

highschool sweetheart trope. teenagers in love vibes.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sweetheart highschool boyfriend trope with pope heyward headcanons !

ღˊˎ your nerdy boyfriend pope was the one to always support you, more than your own parents and whole family. your academic weapon boy loved to covered your empty locker with full multi-colors post-it with motivation quotes.

ᰔᩚ “ i believe in you, pretty girl like you who never lose.”

ᰔᩚ “ the only thing so hard is the pressure you put on yourself when you think you can success this whole exam but i know how smart you are. and everytime in your late night session you show me how smarty you are, it make me more and more in love with you.”

ᰔᩚ “ if you want this ice cream so bad, you know what to do ;) “

ᰔᩚ “ you know what is bigger than your ass ? your fat thick brain. make me cum so bad everytime.“ (jj forced him to write this tho.)

ᰔᩚ “ but it's okay if you fail sweetheart, i'm here for you. but don't pout if i'm getting more strict in your study lesson. i just want to help you, how bad i will be to let my girl lose like that and don't win after ??”

ღˊˎ- every time you had a class, and he finished before you, he would wait against the wall. probably, playing video games on his console. jj keeping him company.

➸ btw if you're in an exam, that fucking smart brain is going to climb on jj's shoulders to reach the high window of the classroom and looked after you.

ღˊˎ- you and your genius boyfriend loved hanging out in the big library of the school. you helped him with his research, and you liked it when he taught you things. you loved the fact that he was so intelligent, and that he had passions to share with you.

meanwhile, you watched him speak, your eyes on his lips. and he will ended up kissing you. his soft mouth against yours. short’n lazily kisses.

ᰔᩚ pope was the type of boyfriend to kissed you while softly caressing your neck, getting his hands on your sensitive skin by his touch, his tongue pressed yours, light string of saliva covered your lips. such a fine loser boy.

➸ you were in love with his starry eyes. especially when they looked at you, and chased after you. you know, they cared.

"keep focus, sugar. we're not done yet.”

“ too bad, your smart brain actually turn me on.”

“ maybe i can help you with that ? “

“ oh yes, just continue to telling me some facts with this so serious face. don't stop using your brain but start to use your fingers, let them play with something better than your console.“

“ sorry ma’am but nothing is better than my conso…”

you rolled your eyes. and smiled. because you knew that he telling you the truth. you made him shut up by taking his console.

“ you need to make me cum, and i will give your console back. do you think you can do that, nerdy boy ? ”

“ be prepare to squirt, because is there is one thing here that nerdy boys are the most good at is clearly playing with their toys. so may i give you five orgasms ? “

ღˊˎ he walked you home, taking the bus with you. you were sitting next to each other. each of you had an earphones in your ear. you shared new playlists, and you loved going to a music store and collecting old vinyl with him.

he putted the music headphones on your small head, and you murmured a song that he tried to guess by the movement of your lips.

ღ ˊˎ pope was a pogue. he was not rich. but he will do his best to spoil you. but above all, he's a nerd, he's not obsessed with money. like everyone else he feels the desire to be rich but he is happy with what he has.

for him, it's more important to teach you new things, to spend time on the internet with you, or to play a game while you sit on his lap.

“ man, i can hear your boner.” say jj because pope and him were always together. sometimes, the blonde one came at your house without your consent, and his excuses was “ it's just for a game, i will not sleep here. “

"she's my girlfriend, she sits on my lap and plays like a goddess, of course i have a boner. but why my bestfriend have one?”

“ excuse me for getting a boner when my character is literally a woman with big tits jiggling all over the place, barely covered and in armor. and fights like a fucking soldier.”

“ you two are really….”

ღˊˎ you loved as much as you hated when pope helped you study. because he was so strict. he wasn't the type of boyfriend who was going to get distracted and fuck you because you couldn't think clearly and made him waste our time.

no he was the type of boyfriend to tell you "yes, we've been at this for hours but you can add three more hours since we're still at the beginning of the exercise.”

“ can we take a break ? “

“ i already gave you by let you procrastinate while i'm asking you these answers. “

“ ….pope ! “

“ no no, you can be dumb as you want with your idgaf teachers but not with me. if i'm asking for your answers, i will get it. you can take your time, i don't care. “

“ you're so mean. “

“ because i care of your results ? because i care about your future ? fine, i like being that mean so. “

you gave him a death stare.

“ you better change this look before i get far worse than you could have imagined. “

you pouted, even though it didn’t change anything.

“i don’t want to sound rude but if jj can do it, anyone can do it.”

“ the fact is i don't know who you insult the most jj or me….”

“ listen, i know how smart you are, like i know this brain is the most unique thing i've ever seen. use it, i'm already proud of you, but you just need to show me a little of your incredible intelligence. and not only me, to everyone. “

you started to think more and more, and ended up to work harder to gave him the answers.

ღˊˎ pope was the type of boyfriend to give you handmade jewelry. especially bracelets. and every time you wore them, he was so happy.

he was also the type to watch the sunset on the high school bleachers or on the beach sand for hours with you, his precious girlfriend.

when night fell and he didn't wanted to going home, he would teach you how to surf.

ღ ˊˎ pope loved it when you wore his clothes, mostly his summer shirts and especially when you wore nothing underneath. he was a shy nerd so he would never admit how much he loved watching your freely nipples, slapped by the fresh wind.

you appreciated taking a nap on his chest for hours and hours in the bed of your room, while he's playing with his console, and with his other hand, cuddle you a little. sometimes, he randomly talked, making your ears so soft to his calm asmr voice, while he told you about the games he actually played, geeking about the fantasy core that you were clearly not aware of.

ღˊˎ he was your first love and you had your first time with him. was the same for him, you were the first girl he loved, and it was crazy for him how you made him so dumb when he was so smart.

ღˊˎ he loved complimenting you, telling you how beautiful you were, but also how smart and brilliant you were. that you were more than what people saw or thought about you.

ღ ˊˎ he liked how precious your moments were, how time lasted so long with you.

ღˊˎ you had filled your bedroom wall with your first words sharing together, with things you loved about each other, with photos of our dates. you don't want to forget anything. him neither.

ღ ˊˎ you were so cute with him and always stuck together.

ღ ˊˎ you thought it was going to last a long time, forever and for life. you were teenagers in love, filled with hard feelings, young matters, academic pressure.

ღˊˎ but today, back in the present, you were wondering what happened to your high school sweetheart, was he married, was his wife as nice as you, did he have children, did they look like him, did he have a big house, did he have the one you dreamed of when you were teenagers, was he as happy as he was with you, was he still a pogue or had he changed his future? did he still think about you when you can't get him out of your mind ? did he hear your late night thoughts screaming his name ?

ღ ˊˎ you went back to high school. but he was no longer there. you were no longer young, nor in love. you were adults and married. in the same life that you thought you shared.

ღˊˎ when you tried to contact him by phone but another woman answered the phone to tell you that her husband wasn't there. you understood, understood that you had become a simple memory. and him, the hardest ghost to find.

ღ ˊˎ he was your high school sweetheart, such a smart nerd and such an interesting person. it was certain that he had succeeded in life.

ღ ˊˎ you tried to call him one last time. “you were wrong, i’m not that smart.”

and you burst into tears when you heard his breathing and alive voice.

“ congratulations, pope heyward. was the life you cherished for. “

[ruewrote]

𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: jj having a panic attack, reader worrying for jj GENRE: flangst. SONG INSPIRATION: beneath your beautiful by labrinth WORD COUNT: 718 REQUESTED: yes

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you would say that jj was a very outgoing person, he always had a bright attitude toward everything. he'd been like ever since you were young.

whether it'd be with the way he held himself or how he talked to others, but deep down his insecurities dug deep.

the biggest one of all was looking like his mother, his dad made sure jj knew how much he hated him for it.

it started off with hurtful words that soon turned into cuts and bruises, it had only gotten worse as he grew up.

he'd wince and try and secretly hold his side when he fell a bit too dramatically onto you, not looking you in the eyes as he got up, changing the subject before you could even say anything about it.

you knew him. you knew something wasn't right.

weeks went by and you gave him every opportunity for him to tell you what was really going on, but got nothing in return.

tonight you were supposed to have your movie night, just like you did every friday after school since your parents were at work 'til late, but no. there you sat alone. the most recent message out of five going straight to delivered.

blowing out a defeated sigh, tired of waiting around. you started getting ready for bed, changing into a borrowed sweatshirt that was his and a pair of shorts, sliding under your bed covers.

your head full of worried thoughts as it pressed against your pillow, unlocking your phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening still not finding any sign of a response.

closing your eyes deciding it was better to sleep early than to overthink.

an hour went by and you lay looking up at your ceiling wide awake, grunting as you chucked the pillow from under your head, over your face.

that's when your phone started to vibrate from beside you. shooting up from under the mountain of blankets, you clicked accept.

"y/n we need your help-- jj just got to the chateau and he's freaking the fuck out can you--?" kiera rambled, with that said you ran out of your house, jumped onto your bike, feet pedaling as fast as they could.

not caring about how the old metal chain was scrapping against your calves. just hoping that he was alright.

you heard the muffled but recognizable yells as you got closer, hearing things being thrown from the other side of the home as you leaned your bike up against the porch fencing.

"c'mon man, you gotta chill out!"

your hands clenched at your sides as you made your way into the house, seeing broken glass everywhere. the shouts getting louder as you carefully shuffled over the debris.

"jay?" that was all it took for everything to stop. a heavy silence hung over the chateau, jj slowly turned to you, his fists uncurled. letting his guard down since it was you.

gasping when you saw his bruised face, rushing over to him hands hovering over his cheeks, not wanting to hurt him. he hadn't made any effort of looking into your eyes, feeling too ashamed of himself. your thumb brushed against his chin, tilting his head toward you, that's when jj broke down.

jj's body slumped into yours, his shoulders shook as you held him, your arms wrapped tightly around him as you stroked the hair that you could reach. his fingers clenched the material of your clothing as he nuzzled his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

"i've got you, it's okay..."

you made eye contact with pope and john, giving them a sad smile and watching them leave you standing in the middle of the messy living room with the broken boy still in your arms.

it was later now and you were cuddled up under jj's arm, laying on his chest as a random movie played in the background. he fell asleep a long time ago, but you continued to trace shapes on his chest.

not being able to sleep, feeling heartbroken after finding out the truth about his dad. blaming yourself for not noticing sooner.

your eyes now filling with tears as you looked up to see how peaceful he looked as he slept. so carefree.

that night you made a promise to him and yourself that you'd protect jj no matter what. not realizing yourself falling even deeper for him.

© ruewrote.

[rosewaterandivy]

got lovesick all over my bed

Summary: it might be worth it for once.

Warnings: facetime shenanigans, rockstar!gf had one too many glasses of merlot, my usual brand of filth™️

a/n: be a slut, do whatever you want!

🎶 everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time 🎶

It was stupid.

Borne of desperation and one too many glasses of red wine, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Steve was off filming for the next few weeks and you were back in an empty house in Laurel Canyon. You tried, unsuccessfully, to not be a bitter Betty about it all; oh, woe is me! My incredibly talented boyfriend has to go back to work.

Were you even his girlfriend? 

Jesus Christ.

It’s been what, less than two weeks and you’re already spiralling. 

Shuffling from the couch you pocket your phone and try to ignore the desire to double-text.

Hey

Could you be any more pathetic? Hadn’t even “defined the relationship,” whatever that meant, and already slipping. You know he’s busy, on-set, and suffering through night shoots in the desert somewhere.

Leaning against the island of your kitchen, you uncork some wine and pour it into a glass. Watching as the crimson liquid sloshes against the curved glass, you idly wonder if you should seal the deal and live your best Olivia Pope fantasy by having popcorn for dinner.

Before you could think better of it, you felt the subtle vibration of your phone in your pocket,

S.H.: Hey yourself

wow, so clever

wow, so bratty

You bit your lip and took a sip of wine in an attempt to quell the low swoop of your stomach.

The texts were intermittent for the next hour or so before he was called back to set. It was a nice distraction from the utter lack of plans you had for the evening. Your producer had sent over the final mix of your new album that you needed to proof and sign off on, so that was the plan while Steve was off filming for the next few hours.

He’d asked if he could call you later, once filming wrapped for the evening and you’d agreed not realizing that it would be nearing  2 a.m. and you’d be half a bottle in. 

Settled back in your bedroom freshly showered and laptop atop the duvet cover, you’re only briefly startled when the FaceTime ring trills out.

“Shit!” 

You quickly pause the song you were listening through and hope you look halfway decent before answering Steve’s call. Mussing your hair, you minimize the image of yourself and enlarge the one of him.

“Hey sweetheart.”

Steve smiles slow and sweet, huffing a laugh at your poor attempts at primping.

“Stop messing with your hair, you look great.”

“Uh huh,” you brush off with a smirk, “Watch me make red wine drunk the next trendy TikTok look.”

He looks to be back at the Palm Springs house, settled against the headboard of the bed that you swore was going to fall off the wall from the sheer amount of times he’d fucked you into the mattress the last time you visited. 

Your skin warms at the thought.

“Can’t wait.” He smiles and takes a screenshot as you flip him off, he’s always doing shit like that— his iPhone or one of his many film cameras or, your least favorite, FaceTime. Says he has to have up-to-date photos of you for the Missing Person posters he'll make once the coyotes finally get you out in the Canyon.

What a dork.

“How was your day?”

“Oh fine,” you say with a sigh. “Did a whole bunch of nothing, showered, I was proofing the final tracks for the album and then you called.”

“Oh,” he pulls a face, grimacing because he thinks he’s disrupted you at work, “I can fuck off if you—”

“Harrington, if you finish that sentence I swear to god—”

“Fine, fine,” he relents with a chuckle and runs a hand through his hair, knocking the glasses off of his head. “So that’s where these went.”

You roll your eyes, this man, honestly.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just tired is all.” He heaves a sigh. “These night shoots are the fucking worst.”

You hum, “I can imagine. The cold desert at night?” You blow a raspberry, “And you’re worried about coyotes carrying me off?”

“I have a vested interest in your safety, y’know.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” You tease, taking another sip of wine. “I got thick thighs and a fat ass, and the only person I want to eat me is you.”

“Aww, I’m touched.” Steve laughs, hand to his heart. “Look at you, gettin’ all sappy and borderline cannibalistic over FaceTime.”

“I know,” you demure and bat your lashes. “I’m so emotionally mature.” Setting the glass on the nightstand, you lean forward inadvertently giving him a generous view of your tits.

“Anyway,” you sit back against the pillows of your bed. “What’re you wearing, honey?”

It’s like his brain glitches for a moment or two, and he needs to reboot. 

“Uh,” he glances down with a furrowed brow. “Boxer briefs.”

“Thrilling.”

Could it be that Steve’s never done something like this before? It hadn’t been exactly discussed between you, but he was looking so delectable and you missed him so much.

Fuck it.

“What about you?”

A slow smile splits your face, a waggle of your brows. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Instead of a verbal reply, you pan the camera down to display your latest lingerie acquisition— pale pink and adorned with tasteful floral embroidery, because Steve is a sucker like that. You can hear him swallow and his shallow breaths from the speakers.

“D’ya like it?”

“Fuck.”

There was a rustling sound as he settled more comfortably on the bed. The room lights were dimmed casting shadows across his bronzed skin, an errant lock of hair falling in his face. His voice was so low when it came through the speakers that it sent heat straight to the pit on your stomach, “Wish you were here.”

“Me too baby,” you purr and set the macbook further down on your bed. “Tell you what,” you say taking a final sip of wine, “Why don’t you go ahead and record this for those lonely desert nights, hmm?”

His eyes nearly fall out of his skull. “Y’sure?”

“Course I am handsome.”

He was leaned over in front of the camera, undoubtedly attempting to prop it up on something and hit record.

“Gonna be good for me?” you rasp when he comes back into view, “Let me take my time with you?”

Steve nods, eyes finding yours as his breaths even out. You watched him hook his thumbs into the band of the boxer briefs and drag them down his toned thighs on screen. His hard length sprung to his stomach once the waistband passed his tip, hard and thick where it lay. You licked your lips.

He took himself slow, his fist tight at his tip as he slid down his length at an excruciating pace. That was how he usually slid into you, savoring that first push as you surround his cock in your warmth.     

Your core fluttered in time with the stroke of his palm, slow and deep passes up and down his length that would no doubt feel like ecstasy inside you.

“Feel good baby?” 

You own hand skates down your torso, lingering here and there before ever so gently brushing against your clit. 

“Thinkin’ about my pretty mouth wrapped around your cock?”

He let out a moan, eyes rolling back at a particularly good stroke. 

Fingers stuttering over your clothed clit, your free hand snakes behind you to unclasp the bra and let it fall down your arms. 

You watched as he fell back fully on the bed, his hand picking up pace as the other reached down to cup his balls. A choked moan came from the screen followed by even more hushed words. 

“Miss you daddy,” you whine. “Want your big cock fucking my mouth n’ gettin’ me all messy.”

Barely able to swallow around your dry mouth, you watched him lift his head and watched his hand stroke his length. Steve’s face was obscene; eyebrows furrowed deeply and mouth hanging open in pleasure.

You were overstimulated if anything, never imagining you would have such a visual of him getting off while you were beyond wet, almost uncomfortably so. Your clit pulsed as you caught on screen Steve moan a choked fuck as he writhed on his borrowed bed. 

Fingers pressing headily against your clit, you rubbed tight circles around the slick bud at the sight on the screen. Couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this wet for long-distance sex, no matter the hour. Dipping your fingers beneath the lace of your underwear, the slick of your slit wetting your fingertips. 

A small whimper left your lips as the contact, wishing that they were Steve’s fingers slipping through your folds instead. 

“Fuck, I’m so wet for you.”

He cursed deeply as he slowed his pace, mostly likely trying to hold out from coming too soon. Everything made it hard for you to articulate what you wanted at that moment.

On screen Steve brought you back, his head tilted back as he pumped his length beautifully. You could see his stomach tensing. You could see the tops of his thighs jumping before they disappeared from the camera’s view where they hung off the edge of the bed. You could see his jaw clench every time his tight fist circled his tip. The sound of him spit slick and stroking himself was so lewd paired with his pants and moans. 

While you were enamored with the screen, the fingers of your free hand brushed your nipples. You couldn’t stop your gasp if you wanted to. Every touch had your cunt clenching and begging for attention.

You could tell he was close, and kept teasing your skin but refrained from dipping a finger into your slit. Your breathing was labored, soft whines elicited from the back of your throat as on screen Steve moaned your name. 

“So pretty daddy, wanna see you come so bad.”

He was breathless at hearing your words, the low rasp of your voice filtering through the speakers. Fuck, does he miss you. 

You sigh again, whimper like a little punctuation, sheets rustling. “Thinkin’ bout your tongue and how wet you make me,” and your voice is so low, so needy, “I wish you were here. Touching me all over.” And the picture in his mind of you, so pretty and open, wild at the mere memory of him—

“Keep going. Think about me riding you, baby. Slow at first, how you like, taking you a little bit at a time. You’re always so hard.”

There it is, egging his own fist on to match the pace of a subtle and steady sluiced-up rhythm, your fingers working over, inside, back out, twisting and turning.

He’s lost in the way his heart pounds all the harder at the sounds you make because it means you’ve let yourself go. How you’d scramble for his fingers next, lacing them through yours, squeezing him there and everywhere.

And oh, how exquisite you look with that sheen of sweat across your chest. Hovering over him like a goddess and fucking him like a wet dream.

“Baby,” red lip pulled pale between his teeth, hands working in tandem—imitation and imagination constructing a well-oiled machine in your absence. “Baby, fuck. Miss you on me—miss you fucking me. God–”

“Yeah? Gonna come?” You’re panting, too, noises high and obscene, the background echo of your hand growing more frantic and unrestrained. “Me too, pretty boy. I want to do everything with you—have all of you. Your hands, your mouth, your cock.”

It’s all too fast. Your words, his words, your hands, his hands. Feels like he’s barely started when his eyes roll back against his lids. He’s spilling out, over his fist, up his clenched abdomen, body pulled tight, panting heavy and hard as he tugs at himself a few more times, breathing and listening, heart rattling against his ribcage when you whimper one last time.

Watching him come was enough to bring you hurtling over the edge, fingers pumping messily in and out of your sopping cunt, imagining yourself there and clenching around him instead. Your eyes flutter close, your release drenching your hand.

Steve aches then. His eyes flutter open. Heat smothered cold and lonesome like the embers of a dying fire. His neck hurts. His heart hurts.

“Babe,” you say and he hears it in you, too—the same ache, the same want. Like at the end of every call you’ve made to him since you’d left Palm Springs.

“When you get back,” you sigh, the telltale mantle of sleep falling over you, “I’m gonna let you know just how much I miss you.”

He’s hot all over, chasing the ghost of your doting kisses, the phantom touch of your skillful hands. “Jesus, sweetheart.”

A cheeky wink followed by a sleepy wave, and then you’re gone.

He closes out of FaceTime and types out a text to Robin.

Need an appointment with Lorraine Schwartz ASAP pls.

And if he peruses the jeweler’s instagram studying engagement rings for the next hour, well, no one needs to know.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Puppy Love

masterlist 1k celebration

pairing: jj maybank x female reader

warnings: just fluff

summary: you and jj have a small dog who you enjoy dressing her up and bringing her places with you - requested by anon

a/n: ngl im always talking abt how i want a small dog or cat that i can dress up and such, its so cute. but thanks so much for the request!

song: puppy princess - hot freaks

You loved dogs.

So much that you convinced JJ to get one with you. You named her Daisy, and she was an absolute sweetheart.

You often took her with you wherever you went.

She was practically a princess. You spoiled her rotten. Always buying her outfits, accessories, and cute bags to carry her in.

Sarah also loved dressing her up, so you two went to the mall and look for anything that would fit her.

Sarah was your number one best friend, seeing as how you grew up with her.

You were a kook, and the nicest one Sarah and the other pouges have met.

It was a shock to everyone when you started dating JJ. You were rich and grew up completely different from him. But your differences just make your relationship better.

Today, instead of Sarah, it's JJ who's here with you.

"Okay, Daisy, where to first?" you ask the small dog in your bag.

"I don't think dogs can talk," JJ says putting an arm around your shoulder.

"What was that?" You bring the bag close to your ear, making JJ roll his eyes, "Good choice."

"She spoke to you?"

You start walking and nod, "Yep, you must not have that privilege yet," you laugh.

"Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. Tsk tsk, consider me offended," JJ grins.

You two make it in front of the store and you grab JJ's wrist before rushing in. "I'm so excited!"

While looking around at the tiny dresses, sunglasses, bows, and jackets, JJ follows you while smiling to himself.

He finds you so adorable. He's so in love with you.

Time flies and a few minutes later, your hands are full with tons of items.

"Sweetheart, as much as I love you and Daisy, it is really necessary to have-"

"It absolutely is! Daisy can't wear the same outfits forever," you tilt your head at him.

"I suppose you're right. Now, let me have some of those, it looks like you're about to drop them all."

He takes a bunch of the items from your arms and you two walk over to pay. You place everything down onto the counter and smile at the woman working. "Hi!"

"Hello," the lady smiles. She glance at Daisy and her smile widens, "What a cute dog you have, are these all for her?"

You nod, "They sure are."

"Do you mind if I pet her? I love dogs."

"Not at all!" You beam at the lady and place your bag on the checkout counter. Daisy wags her tail happily as the woman pets her head.

JJ turns to you, "I'm going to get something, I'll be right back. Wait outside here when you're done,"

"Okay," you kiss his cheek.

Once you finish paying. You happily walk out of the store with two bags in your hands and Daisy in the bag on your shoulder.

JJ still hasn't come back so you sit on one of the benches outside the store.

You kiss Daisy's head and grab the pair of sunglasses you bought today that matches her outfit. You place them on her and she licks your hand.

"You look so cute," you laugh. "Wait until I show Sarah all of this."

Just then, JJ slides next to you with a tray holding three drinks. "You didn't," you chewed your lip.

"I did," he grins. He grabs the larger one, "For you, Milady. And for you, MiDaisy." He sips his own drink while putting the tiny one in front of Daisy's mouth.

She licks the whipped cream and wags her tail.

You smile, "I think that drink is the cutest thing ever."

JJ looks at you and pouts, "Cuter than me?"

"Not at all," you poke his side.

"You guys!" you shout when you get to where Kie, John B, Sarah, and Pope were hanging out.

JJ trails behind you with Daisy in his arms.

Sarah stands up excitedly when she sees the bags. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

You nod and grab her hands, "I think so."

"Puppy fashion show!"

You have all your friends and your boyfriend sitting in a row, and you are a few feet away.

JJ is holding small treats that he'll put on the floor to get Daisy to walk straight to them.

You turn around and change her into the outfit you bought and then place her down so she can go to JJ.

Each time they all clap - mostly Sarah - and Daisy sometimes walks over to be pet.

After the outfits, Sarah steals Daisy and you walk over to JJ.

"We should do that once a month," you rest your head on his shoulder.

"If you do that once a month, she'll need her own room to hold all of that clothing."

"Touché. How about once every three months?"

JJ kisses your forehead, "Sure, love."

You suddenly stand up straight, "We need to buy her a mini surfboard!"

"No-" JJ shakes his head.

"Yes!" They hear Sarah call from somewhere. JJ laughs and drops his head when you turn to him and wink.

[imobsessedwiththeatre]

Lets analyze dont lose your head song!! (Historical accuracy)

Grew up in the French Court- kinda?? She was at austrian court too i think. She was lady in waiting. NO SHE WASNT FRENCH just she spended most of her teenagw years here

Oui, oui, bonjour

Life was a chore so (she set sail)- exactly!! Her life in france was a chore!!

1522 came straight to the UK

All the British dudes, lame-the song made it seem she just moved to england, but she did not guys she was borned here :"). And she almost married a guy named William Carey, so its not rlly accurate

Epic fail

Ooh, I wanna dance and sing- yes! There was a show called "Chateu verte" or something i dont remember. And it was exactly in 1522 so its alr+

Politics, not my thing- i cant say if its accurate or not. I think she was quite interested in politics

Ooh, but then I met the King

And soon my daddy said, "You should try and get ahead"- YES

He wanted me, huh, obviously

Messaging me like everyday- it was like a stalk. He even sent her doctors when she got sick, without asking for it!!

Couldn't be better, then he sent me a letter and who am I kidding

I was prêt-à-manger-????

Ooh, sent a reply

Ooh, just saying hi

Ooh, you're a nice guy

I'll think about it maybe, xo baby- UHH?? HENRY STARTED ALL OF THIS FLIRTING?? SHE TRIED TO AVOID HIM??

Here we go

(You sent him kisses)

I didn't know I would move in with his misses- she in fact knew about his wife ane child.

(What?)

Get a life

You're living with his wife?- in 1530 henry wanted anne to movw into the palace, while trying to get catherine out

Like, what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell

I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Three in the bed and the little one said- NO

If you wanna be wed, make up your mind

Her or me, chum

Don't wanna be some

Girl in a threesome- there wasnt any threesome?..

Are you blind?

Ooh, don't be bitter

Ooh, 'cause I'm fitter

Ooh, why hasn't it hit her?

He doesn't want to bang you

Somebody hang you- idrk if she would say it. I dont really know anything bout their relationship

Here we go

Your comic went viral

I didn't really mean it but rumours spiral- Yeah, they accused her of witch craft

Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you- FR. they loved catherine sooo...

Mate, what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell

I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Tried to elope

But the pope said nope

Our only hope was Henry

He got a promotion

Caused a commotion

Set in motion the C of E

The rules were so outdated

Us two wanted to get x-rated- they already got 'x-rated'..

Soon, ex-communicated-yeah they made small secrwt wedding

Everybody chill, its totes God's will

Henry's out every night on the town-MHM

Just sleeping around, like what the hell?-YEA

If that's how it's gonna be

Maybe I'll flirt with a guy or three- NO. But they accused her of affair with her brother george, some violinist and other guy

Just to make him jell

Henry finds out and he goes mental- YEAH

He screams and shouts- wait he was rather calm i think?..yk he was abt to marry jane

Like so judgemental

You damned witch-Yeah...

Mate, just shut up

I wouldn't be such a b-

If you could get it up- UMMM...

Here we go

(Is that what you said?)- she didnt really argued tho..

And now he's going 'round like off with her head- it was like guards got her and her so called lovers on a talk

(No)

Yeah, I'm pretty sure he means it

(Seems it)

What was I meant to do?

(What was she meant to do?)

Like what was I meant to do?

(What was she meant to do?)

No, but what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell (she's going to hell)

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what she said

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

AND FOR THE REST?? ID SAY SHE WAS RATHER CONFIDENT THROUGH THE EXECUTION

[stormberry-12]

toast ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, blood, language, overall insanity, not very well edited 😬

notes: i got the inspo off a TikTok sound (at the end), some of you might know it! really short blurb, lowercase intended!

you and the pogues were shitfaced. so shitfaced drunk that pope of all people, was running around screaming in his underwear.

“beep beep imma sheep,” sarah whispered in your ear, and you nodded in all serious certainty.

“oh, I’m bleeding-“ you heard john b laugh, his leg gushing blood, with pieces of glass sticking out of it, and he just smiled. too intoxicated to care.

kie was passed out, laying face first in the grass, limbs spread out like a starfish. ever so often she would snore or hum a little song in her sleep and you and sarah would film her for ‘black mail’ later.

jj walked out of the chateau with two more big bottles in hand, “i got whiskeyyyyy,”

jj’s problem was yes, he was just as drunk as the rest of you, but he was also high as the sky. he tripped down the stairs and crashed into pope who was running around with his arms out like an air plane.

“i’ll take those,” john b hummed, taking the bottles out of jjs hands, leaving his best friends on the ground feebly trying to stand up.

he made his way to the hot tub where you and sarah were sitting, literally screaming as his injured leg hit the boiling water.

"FuUUcCCcCKkKkkK" he yelled with an insane voice crack.

"it's okay baby," sarah scooched closer to him and placed a soothing hand on her boyfriend's shoulder as he basically bleed out in jj's hot tub.

over on the other side of the lawn, pope was picking up kie in a piggyback. the couple and jj were making their way over to the hot tub too.

"give me that shittt," jj slurred reaching for a bottle from a still-screaming john b.

kie sneezed herself awake and gave you a silly little wave, falling off popes back.

everyone made their way into the "cat's ass" and the group fell into a comfortable silence, even john b.

"mmm," kie said, sinking further into the water, "warmmm"

"hey, guyssss- you know what...wait-" jj stood up in the hot tub, almost slipping. he popped the lid off his bottle and raised it in the air, "let me raise a toast, to the girl i love most, in the whoollleee worlddd,"

"please don't say my name, please don't say my name," you mumbled.

"y/n!"

"AWWW," kie and sarah squealed and your face went bright red.

"wait- when's the wedding?" pope asked.

"that's not even close to what he said dumb ass!" john b sighed. "you guys totally should get married though,"

"yes, oh my god!" sarah exclaimed. "me and john b did!"

jj slid back down to a seated position beside you and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into him. "i'd do it!" he said confidently.

"same," you giggled and kissed his cheek.

"AWWW," the girls exclaimed again.

"i better be the best man," john b said, chugging another beverage.

"JB YOUR BLEEDING IN THE TUB!" pope exclaimed, everyone ran out screaming and the night continued to result in chaos.

tomorrow morning was going to be rough.

again, this was so short and rlly random but this video's where i got my inspo from, i thought it was cute! 🥹

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly. 

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?” 

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?” 

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!” 

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!” 

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels. 

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you. 

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing. 

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds. 

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well. 

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously. 

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity. 

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!” 

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion. 

S-S-S&M-M-M

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Oooh, I couldn't help but see you're taking prompt requests for Frankie and Santiago! What about "Don't make me jealous" and "No worry, you weren't that obvious"?

Hey angel!! Thank you so much for sending this in my love! I just did one for Santi, so I went with Frankie for this one! I hope you enjoy! I’m not crazy about the ending but…. It’s ok it’s ok. I hope you like it!!!!!

100 Follower Celebration:

Two Left Feet

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

For as long as Francisco Morales knew you, you loved to dance.

That's how he met you, on the dance floor at a Cumbia night at the local bar Santi dragged him to. You saw him sitting on the sidelines and lured him in with your eyes and sweet smile. 3 years later and you now lived together, and the kitchen tiles were your nightly dance floor. Even with those nightly slow dances, Frankie couldn't shake his natural shy nature when it came to beats swirling around his feet. You encouraged him that he was a wonderful dancer, he tried to avoid public dancing as much as possible, even if you begged him.

So it baffled him as to how he was convinced to attend at the edge of town with Santi. Music was blasting trying to be heard above the cacophany of voices of a hundred people chatting, eating, and dancing. He did not want to be here. At all. What he wanted to be doing was to be on the couch, with you, in his sweatpants, with a pizza and a crap movie on. He had tried all afternoon to get you to stay home instead, but you would not relent. You hadn't gone out in months and when Santi mentioned it to you and Frankie at your weekly dinner, you jumped at the chance. Frankie complaining and moping would not deter you.

The only thing that made this at all worth it was to see that smile on your perfect face. And the tight jeans you brought out for the night. One of your favorite songs starts blaring on the speakers and your eyes light up like fireworks, "Ah! Francisco c'mon! This song was playing when we met do you remember?"

Frankie shook his head, pushing his hat further down on his head, "Mmm no it's ok princessa. I think I'm going to sit this one out. You go on."

You pouted, "Frankie c'mon please? It's our favorite song. Please come dance with me?"

"No baby I'm not going out there."

You opened your mouth to fight with him, but Santi put his hand on your shoulder to stop you, "Hey don't worry muñeca, I'll go dance with you. Get on the floor, I'll meet up with you. I just gotta give Fish some cash for gas."

You nodded and gave a small smile to Pope, not without shooting a look at Frankie. Frankie watched you bounce along onto the dance floor already stealing the metaphysical spotlight. Santi punched Frankie on the shoulder, "It is unbelievable to me that you would let your girl out on that dance floor looking like that with a man that's not you."

Frankie rubbed his shoulder, "I'm not a good dancer, it's embarrassing."

Santi threw his hands to his sides, "So? Fish. You have the most beautiful girl in the place begging you to hold her and dance with her and you say no because you don't think you can dance? Literally all she wants is for you to spend time with you and to have fun with you. What is your deal?"

"You can dance with her! She'll have a much better time with you and won't get embarrassed. You're a much better dancer."

Santi looked at you, who was clearly waiting for him, and then looked back at Frankie. A plan started forming. With a sly smirk he purred out, "Hm. I am the better dancer. Maybe I can also show her who the better boyfriend is too."

Frankie crossed his arms, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Santi just tapped his shoulder, "Don't worry about it viejo. You go sit down, don't want you to strain your back or anything. I'll take good care of your girl."

And with that Santi waltzed over to you, all too excited to see how the night would play out. Frankie was always very even keeled. Methodical. Rational. Nothing really riled him up and he wasn't prone to jealousy. Unless it came to you. And Santi knew it. He had gone through enough tours and late nights to know what made Fish tick. And Santi was going to press all of them. Whatever it took to make Fish stop being such a baby.

You watched the interaction between the two friends, and it did not skip by you that Frankie clearly became angry at whatever Santi said. Santi on the other hand looked much too pleased. When Santi finally made it to you and took you to the middle of the floor you questioned, "What did you do?"

Santi smiled and whispered to you, "Frankie is being a baby and is shy about embarrassing you since he thinks he's bad at dancing. I'm just... pushing him out of the nest."

As you began stepping in time with Santi you raised your brows, "Pushing him out of the nest by..."

Santi grabbed your lower back, "Encouraging him to take what's his before someone else does."

"Santi I don't play like that."

"Neither do I honey. Just have fun, I'll take the flack for it. Frankie boy needs to get over himself."

Maybe it was wrong. No it was. It was wrong to mess with Frankie like this. But you rationalized it by thinking about how many times Frankie refused to dance with you recently. Even in the kitchen. How many times he refused show his affection in public. Because he didn't want to looked whipped. Maybe it was wrong. But you wanted Frankie to want you with the ferocity that he did when you first got together. And if it took Santi being a little mean... well...

Santi spun you around and kept you in beat with the other couples turning around. You laughed and sang with Santi as if no one was watching. But you could feel Frankie’s eyes raking over you. Burning like a hot stove. When you nodded to Santi to look, Santi chuckled and whispered, “Any minute now.”

Francisco Morales was on the edge of his seat. Every muscle in his body rigid as the rage bubbled up. He prided himself on keeping his emotions in check. Not letting passions get the better of him. But this was becoming too much. You were having too much fun. Santi was smiling way too much and holding you much too tight for his liking.

It ended now.

As one song ended and another song started, you saw Frankie stomping over. So authoritative that couples parted away from him and his wake. His face was fixed in a scowl, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine. Frankie yanked Santi off you as gently as he could, “Alright knock it off. Get lost.”

Santi winked at you and laughed, “He’s all yours honey.” Santi smacked Frankie’s behind as he looked for another dance partner.

Frankie pulled you impossibly close. Your breath hitching and shyness rising. A slower more sensual number started up, and the butterflies began running amuck in your stomach. Frankie pulled your face to his to whisper to you, “Don’t make me jealous baby. I don’t like having to compete and get handsy.”

Frankie kisses your forehead and nips at your ear, causing you to gasp and giggle. You turn to face him, kissing his pouty lips. “I just wanted you to dance with me baby. I’m sorry if I made you think you ever had to compete with me.”

He hummed kissing you back, “It’s ok querida. I understand. I’ve been letting my pride get in the way of loving you the way you need me to. The way I want to. Just… let’s not play those games anymore yeah?”

You nodded, laying your head on his chest. You let your hands roam his broad back, murmuring, “You did look sexy stomping over here all jealous.”

Frankie laughed, leaning back to look at you, “Was it that obvious?”

You shook your head quickly and dramatically, “oh no… no not obvious at all.”

He laughed some more, pulling you back into his chest. You danced the night away with him. Feeling those same butterflies you felt that first night you met. Stepping all over those two left feet.

[nervoushottee]

IMPORTANT: This blog is 18+ MDNI!! If you don’t have age on your blog then I will block it.

*Inbox and messages are always open!*

Joel Miller

Series:

Flaws and All: You and Joel get caught in a blizzard while traveling. Cooped up in a cabin that is a bit of a fixer upper, the two of you learn how to grow with one another. In the process of waiting out the blizzard, you both have no choice but to accept each other, flaws and all. And maybe, just maybe find more in each other than just a travel partner. Will be Explicit in future chapters

A Solemn Promise: Joel thought he had lost it all. That the cruel bitter world had taken away his heart and soul piece by piece until there was nothing left. Everything he cared so deeply for gone. Turning him into a complicated man with a complicated heart. But when he has to travel across the country with a young girl and his girlfriend that he thought was dead. Maybe, just maybe his broken heart and soul can mend.

Oneshot

A Shot of Whiskey: (Explicit) You didn't think Joel would take you up on your offer. But here you were getting fucked in the bathroom stall of the bar.

Lucien Flores

Oneshot:

Kill the Lights: (Explicit) Lucien Flores is your older brother's bestfriend and to you he was always off limits and vice versa. Until one night that changes... (insipred by the song "De Selby part 2 by Hozier")

Triple Frontier

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Series:

Good Trouble: You and the Miller brothers have known each other since childhood. But the years go by and time moves on and the three of you are grown up. But what happens when they come home to visit and the two friends they bring along with them catch your eye?? (Frankie/Santiago/Reader)

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Series:

Good Trouble: You and the Miller brothers have known each other since childhood. But the years go by and time moves on and the three of you are grown up. But what happens when they come home to visit and the two friends they bring along with them catch your eye?? (Frankie/Santiago/Reader)

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Series:

The Summer Before: You and the gang decide to take a trip together before you all go your separate ways after summer is over. You’re excited for a reset away from Hawkins. Away from your problems and responsibilities. But one of the problems that you can’t seem to find the answer to went with you and it’s Steve Harrington. Conversations about old times and second chances wasn’t something you really planned on doing but here you are.  The days will be light and warm. Trips to the lake and burgers on the grill. The nights will feel long filled with laughter, beers, unwanted truths and tattoos you won’t remember getting the next day. Secrets will be spilled and tears will be shed.  A last hooray at the end of the summer while everyone was still together.  This should be fun. Right?

Oneshot:

Take Care: Steve wakes up from a nightmare that scares him a lot more than usual. The two of you frantically decide in the middle of night to get out of Hawkins. Even if it’s just for a little while.

Go For It: Steve has been your “movie guy” at Family Video for a while now. Little does he know that the main reason you’ve been buying these movies is to flirt with him and just maybe ask him out…

Illicit Affairs: You wish you were enough for Steve, but he will always want Nancy. (inspired by "Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift")

My pretty girl: (Explicit) you can’t help but beg for more of steve

Eddie Munson

Oneshot:

• never like this: your house never feels like home, but Eddie does.

Steddie

Oneshot:

This or That: (Explicit) You can't seem to figure out what you like better between Steve and Eddie.

MISCELLANEOUS

Series

Folklore: In which nervoushottee creates a series of fanfics insipred by the songs from Folklore by Taylor Swift

Oneshot

Paul Atreides

With Want: (Explicit) Paul Atreides always had dreams. But from the very beginning, there was an invisible string pulling him to you.

COD MW11

Captain John Price:

More: (Explicit) You’re stressed out of your mind and John knows exactly what you need to relax

141:

Just thinking about you doing the “Sorry, I’m not into short guys” Tiktok trend with The 141 boys

House of the Dragon

Alicent Hightower

Series:

Queen Alicent’s Maid: In which Alicent gets a maid after becoming the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms…

Masterlist header and dividers by @saradika

[itspdameronthings]

Switch to Ch.2 Missing Scene

Summary:Here it is! Something that has been in my head for along while. Whatever happened the day after the boys and Doc returned home. Here is my thought. Filled with lots emotion,and adultish theme. no minors please. Has been a huge honor to be the cowriter for my buddy,@autumnleaves1991-blog epic mini series. for the ones that have not read it? in for a treat!

after a long  day with Molly and the girls. Try not to tear up too much,but you couldn't help it. Driving towards home was a rather slow one hence the traffic jam caused by a wreck. Great! Just fucking great!listen to the radio till a very familiar song comes on. will. Your friend. Thought about him since arriving home yesterday. Soon the traffic has lightened up. Reached the exit that leads to the apartment building where Him and Benny live . Soon you parked the car. Taking a deep breath. Talking to yourself,” okay girl, time to go upstairs. Be prepared for anything. He might not be ready to talk about what's really going on in his head,have to wait. Oh I hope he opens up.” 

Will wakes up from a knock on the door. Rubbing sleep from his eyes. Dressed in only his sweats. No shirt . Not wanting to aggravate his wound. Been asleep for a long time. Knocking continues till opening the door sees you,” oh ! Hey there Doc. What brings you by? Something wrong” closed the door while taking your shoes off.followed by placing your stuff on a chair,” wanna come over to see if you are okay. Hopes that you were able to get your wound checked out.”  By looking on the table seeing bandages, meds ,and other stuff on the table. Going over to see if the bandages need to be changed.Will sits down in his favorite chair looking at you,” I went an hour after three of you left. Your friend patched me up. Was worried shit about you. By the way, he wants details. Which I declined. Told him you would.wanna know though. How is Pope? “ Looking at him with sad eyes.  Hard to relive that moment. Taking a deep breath while rubbing your clammy hands together,” First three of us chatted. Till we fell asleep. Till… the nightmares  Will! Poor boys. Santi’s was bad! Followed by Benny’s breaks my heart. It's like how we were when we were still  in the Army. After a horrible mission. Thought we ….” Will scoots over to you. So he could hold you close,” Figured might happen. Especially Pope. My advice is to give him more strength to cope. Benny too. Also … Iet them help you with yours . “ Last thing he said made you blush for a moment. Rubbing your eyes,” Roger captain. Better go. Boys are making dinner “ Will laughs as he walks you to the door,” Benny? Cooking? Better have  the fire department on stand by.” That made you laugh. After closing the door something fell on the floor. Looking at it made his heart ache. Picture of the team including Tom,and Blue. Like a sign . Placing it on the shelf,” I know what you are thinking redfly. Think I need to make amends with Blue? Not in the cards. Can't see her, or better yet hear from her.” 

Back at the apartment there was activity in the small kitchen. Benny and Santi begin to prepare a nice dinner. Thought it would be best to make enough for leftovers. Santi start to slice the veggies while Benny grates the cheese. Both of them didn't say much since both of them are tired. After going to the Army headquarters to shopping. Only thing on their mind was you. Their angel. Right on cue you come in. See what's going on. So sweet. Walking towards the counter to snag a slice of cheese,” Looks good my boys. Smells heavenly. “ Benny is the first one to kiss you. Oh how you melt in his strong, warm arms. Right then and there he knew something was not right. Tilts your chin up,” What's wrong sweetheart. Don't say nothin is wrong. No secrets, remember?” Taking a huge breath,” Remember that night in the hotel when I had a bad dream? Was too scared to talk about it. Think I can tell you. It's about … both of you getting shot in front of me! Was so real!” That moment both of them encased you in their warmth. Kisses that soothes any kind of trauma. Santi whispers,” Ohh.. baby . Hate for you to deal with that. I knew something was wrong when you passed on your favorite action movie while we were on the plane back home. Sounds of guns shooting and shit. Tell you what. Go ahead and lie down with Benny. I'll be there soon as I finish cooking.” 

Benny picks you up in a bridal position. Walking slowly to the bedroom. Where the bed remained messy. Didn't care if it was neat or not. Since coming home neatness wasn't an issue. Sitting you on the edge of the bed Benny kissed your forehead,”  I'll get something comfortable to wear. I know just the thing. Something from the past.” Returning with the very tee he wore the day both of you first met. Paired with an old pair of shorts. Must belong to Santi since they were faded and old. After putting them on,and getting into bed. Watching Benny changing clothes ever so slowly. Can't stop staring at him. So handsome,and oh so sexy . See him undress so many times,but now? He isn't just your best friend ,but now he is your lover. So is Santi. Feel safe. Turned around in time to see your beautiful face smiles,” See ya like to watch me undress. How about I join you naked. “ Can't say no to that. Soon he gets in the cover. Pulls you closer to him. Listen to his heartbeat while playing with some chest hair,” This is what I longed for. To be held and to be protected. Thought I could shake that dream! Been replaying it over and over while I slept. Guess I wasn't near both of you. “ Felt Benny's fingertips tracing patterns on your  shoulder followed by a few kisses on the forehead,” I'm here sweetheart. Not going anywhere. Now close your  eyes. Relax. I'll be here. So will Pope.” Looking into his eyes again,” Love you” That is when you closed your eyes. Savoring Benny's special scent that's so soothing. Last thing you heard was,”Love you too.” 

Finishing up the last details on the Spaghetti sauce. Santi looks towards the bedroom. Heart aches for you. Think that dinner can wait. Goes over to the room. Snuggle close to you. Look so beautiful in slumber. Benny is half awake. Seeing his buddy. Whispers,” I know that look bro. You're worried about her too. I for one would want to take those fears from her mind. Even though she's asleep.  “ Santi knows what he's thinking. Shimming off his sweats and tee. Both of them start their quest. Santi lifts your leg over his. Ever slowly teasing cock against your folds. While Benny finds your hand near his cock. Guides the hand along his long shaft. Eyes closed savoring the sensation of the soft hand. Sound of a whimper from you,” Mmmm… must be dreaming. Feels like I am. Mmmm… continue on your quest of me. “ Both of them nod , Santi grinds himself ever slowly to hear that sweet moan. Benny holds onto your hand guiding it to where it's needed . Moving the blanket down for you to rub his balls. Santi moans ,” go ahead sweetheart go down on him I know you want you to. “ Pulls out made you whimper as you move on your knees to some deep throating. On fours as Santi dives in on your pussy to get it wet again. Two sets of hands playing with your breasts,and nipples. Oh your wetness seeping in Santi’s mouth . Ready for his cock to be in haven. Dives right in that caused you to moan with delight. Until Benny pulls you down to kiss your lips,” Mmmm.. never thought I would taste myself on your luscious lips . Love to kiss you more. “ Santi kept up his pace till you cum. Felt like ages since that happened. He collapsed on top of you. Still inside you,” mind if we stay like this, or you're ready for dinner?” You whimper,” let's stay like this for a moment. Need this. “ Benny grunts,” Anything ya want sweetheaert. Anything you want.” 

Hour later all three of you venture to the kitchen for a late dinner. Santi prepares to warm up the sauce,and the pasta. Come behind Santi . You kiss his shoulder,” Been wanting to say that I love you today. Wanna keep on saying it till you get it through your head.” Santi sighs while stirring the sauce,” I do. Really do. I'll do my very best to make up for the lost time.” Benny chimes in,” I second that. “ 

After dinner the boys clean up. You were on the phone checking messages. See that Blue has left a few texts: 

Blue: Dom told me about Will! Hope he's okay! Heard about Tom! How are you! 

Blue: guess you're running errands since you didn't answer the first text. I'm at home if you want to tell me what happened over there!

Doc: sorry about that! Was at Molly's. Followed by visiting Will. He is okay. Oh forgot to mention that I'm with both Benny and Santi now. Never thought in a million years that would happen. I'm finally happy. 

Blue: Finally! How was the sex! Want details! Favorite porn coming alive. 

Doc: Really? Since when? Okay, it happened in the chopper. Lots of hands and mouth action. Benny and I made love in a cave. Then three of us in a hotel room. Was magic! 

Blue: need a cold drink. I'm thinking about moving close to all of you. Think it's time I make amends with Will. Miss him so much! 

Doc: I know you do! Told him about your break up. He seems… still.. upset. Thinking you were with your ex. I'll see if there any openings at the hospital. I'll let you know. 

Blue: thanks !! 

Putting the phone down . Benny kisses you,” checking messages I see” 

Kisses him back,” Yeah, let's go to bed. Another hard day ahead. Wanna say that I'm glad I'm not alone.” Kisses you back,” Me too! We all can't be alone. Now we are a family. Always there for one another.” 

After what happened in Columbia still fresh on their minds. Time will heal all wounds. New beginnings will begin. Followed by healing. Which all of them need . Hope nothing happens like that ever again.

[puuuders]

In Pursuit of Something Better - Part 9

Ghost fanfiction

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A/N - Sorry I took a big fat break from writing this. The motivation is back 😈

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The ghouls argue a few days after the discovery.

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1.6k words

Some blink and youll miss it smut

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It was not necessarily easy to ignore the tension that fogged the quintessence’s ghoul’s mind over the following days, but focusing on what he would do to his Papa during their shows kept him somewhat distracted. He almost felt guilty, like he was taking his frustrations out on the innocent man. Flooding his body with quintessence at the soonest moment, before he even connected with an audience member, just to release his tension. After the ordeal, Terzo would furrow his painted brows at Omega as he continued his song.

“Wait a little longer, si?” Terzo would scold him in the backstage area after their shows. Yet, Omega would not. He could not. Once again, Terzo’s body jolted at the improper timing of the substance. His knees wobbled and he fell to his knees, drawing a sharp breath into the microphone, reaching out desperately for a crowd member.

Another man took the papa’s hand. Terzo clung to it, watching his hand twitch and a faint glow in his veins emerge. Terzo’s mismatched eyes flickered up to meet the man’s gaze.

“I can see through the scars inside-“ Terzo was cut off by the man tugging on his arm. Terzo grunted, falling forward, catching himself for a brief moment before the man grabbed him by the sides of his face. The music continued as Terzo was gagged by the man’s lips and tongue, gripping him so tight that his nails dug into his painted cheeks.

Fire sparked from behind, swinging across the stage as Alpha’s tail swished behind him. He stomped forward towards his papa, simultaneously as Omega had done the same. The guitars had stopped, replaced with the sounds of Terzo’s struggling grunts, desperately fighting off the grabbing hands of numerous other attendees.

Omega locked eyes with Alpha. Temporarily adjusting his attention to his packmate, he roared at him with his mind, a deafening sound rattling inside the fire ghouls head that caused him to meaninglessly cover his ears and halt in his tracks. Omega slid to his knees, grabbing Terzo by the waist with one hand, swiping at the hands of the ritual goers with the other. His eyes burned bright, subsequently increasing the quintessence flowing through Terzo, into the man assaulting the pope with his mouth.

All the music had stopped at this point. Terzo’s veins were bright white, shining through his clothes. The man’s as well, and with each touch, the quintessence plagued through the crowd. People turned to one another, aggressively making out, dry humping, touching.

With a final tug, Omega pried Terzo away from the man. His body was almost entirely limp, mouth hanging open, drooling on the stage. The other ghouls surrounded the, trying to hide the scene as Omega held Terzo bridle style and carried him off the stage.

“No more of this,” Omega hissed, the corners of his lips quivering, “that is enough.”

Terzo stared up at Omega. Tears dripped down his smudged paint, fingers gripping Omega’s suit.

“Fuck me.” He choked out, “just one more ti-“

“Shut up.” Omega barked, noticing the jerk of Delta’s head in his peripheral vision.

”Please Omega, I won’t-“

Omega covered Terzo’s mouth. It silenced him for only a nanosecond, soon replacing his begging with moans as Terzo maneuvered Omega’s thick fingers into his mouth and began sucking them.

Omega dropped Terzo on to a black leather couch, ripping his fingers from his mouth. He writhed, turning to face the back, grinding against it.

”What?” Delta asked from behind, startling Omega. “Again? Did you have sex with him?”

”No, he’s just delirious.”

”Are you lying?” Delta tugged on Omega’s sleeve. “Look at me, are you lying? Did you have sex with him? Omega, please-“

”Delta, relax.” Omega growled. “He is only saying that because-”

”Terzo Emeritus,” a taller man dressed in a black dress shirt holding a phone approached the group, “Sister Imperator would like to speak with you.”

”No!” Omega yelled, “He is sick. Tell her he is sick!”

“Let me speak with her-“ Terzo reached up to take the phone.

“NO!” Omega roared and slapped the phone to the ground. He stomped on it and grabbed Terzo by the collar of his suit.

”You dumbass! Where is your brain? I know you have one!”

”What the fuck is happening?” Pebble groaned, half annoyed, half frightened. Delta took his hand, holding it tightly and bringing him close.

“Do not speak to me like that,” Terzo growled back, sitting up. He looked like a wreck, though the fire in his glare told Omega he was regaining his strength.

“You are the one who wouldn’t wait. What is your deal?”

Omega’s eyes darted to Alpha who stood silently and watched, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t have a deal.” Omega grumbled.

“Then shut your mouth. It is your fault.” Terzo hissed. “I will tell Sister we got too passionate.”

”So I just decided to do that? Because we got too passionate?”

“Do you propose another idea?” Terzo pressed his middle and index knuckles to his forehead, leaning against the couch.

“We go about that rebellion shit you were talking about,” Delta chimed, almost sounding angry, “I don’t understand why we don’t just eat her.”

”You think anyone would come to our ministry and rituals if the ghouls eat their masters?” Pebble asked.

“Who the fuck gives a shit?” Delta growled back. “Who cares? They all deserve to die. They do shit like they did to Earth.”

Delta’s eyes snapped up to Alpha.

”Shut up, Delta.” Omega glared at Delta.

”What?” Delta’s chest puffed out, his ears twitching. “You tell me to shut up? You always tell me to shut up! Why don’t you stop bitching at me? Why don’t you bitch at him?” Delta pointed to Alpha.

”He isn’t doing anything.” Omega’s voice dropped lower, his eyebrows raising.

”You bastard!” Delta snarled. His chest tightened. “Fuck Sister Imperator! We will steal the Grimoire and then we will eat her.”

”She doesn’t have the Grim-“

Omega slapped Terzo in the back of his head with his tail. All eyes turned to Terzo.

”What?” Alpha asked quietly.

”Oh, for Lucifer’s sake!” Omega roared. “You are all children! Just shut the fuck up! Just shut up!”

“You shut up!” Alpha lunged towards Omega. “All you do is hide shit! You tell everyone to shut up and then say nothing!”

Omega scoffed. “You want to talk about hiding shit? You fucking backstabber?”

“You are clearly fucking Terzo, don’t even start.”

“I only fucked him once!”

”I only fucked-“ Alpha trailed off, looking towards Delta. He was almost started by the burning, wide eyed glare from the water ghoul.

”Don’t lie.” Omega huffed through his nose. “Either quit talking or ruin your own life.”

Alpha pursed his lips slightly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“Why is anyone fucking any of the clergy?” Delta spoke through gritted teeth. His deathly eyes darted between Alpha and Omega.

A wave of silence washed over the group, only the muffled sounds of the crowd yelling audible, along with the unsteady huffs and bubbling water emitting from Delta. Terzo seemed to have completely checked out mentally, sitting on the couch with his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

”Who the hell is Earth?” Terzo finally asked. His question was met with a few despondent glances, broken immediately.

“He was the earth ghoul before Pebble, Alpha spoke quietly and breathily. Omega’s eyes moved to the side, facing Terzo but looking at Alpha.

”He was banished.”

”Why?”

More silence. All eyes were locked on Alpha.

”I…” Alpha choked. His ears curled downwards, his tail limp on the ground.

”I had sex with Secondo. Earth walked in.”

Terzo furrowed his eyebrows. “And he was banished for that?”

”I didn’t know he would be,” Alpha murmured, “Secondo just told me he was going to deal with it or something. I didn’t think he would banish him.”

”Hm.” Terzo tilted his head on his hand, bouncing his knee. “I don’t remember there being a banishing ritual.”

”A ritual?” Delta looked down at Terzo. “There is no ritual. It’s a spell.”

“No,” Terzo leaned back, “before you ghouls were summoned, my father had ghouls. When he retired I got to watch him send them back to the pit. It’s in the same circle of rocks and candles as ghouls get summoned in. I was never allowed to watch a ghoul be summoned when I became a Cardinal, but I got to watch them be banished. Something about unclipped ghouls being dangerous.” Terzo waved his hand. “Anyways, there has not been a banishing ritual since my father retired.”

”Well you fucking missed it,” Delta hissed, though a tone of uncertainty underlined his voice.

”I don’t think I missed anything.” Terzo looked up at Delta.

”Stop,” Delta pinched his eyebrows, his skin starting to drip on the floor, “I don’t want to hear any more!”

“Maybe Earth is still here-“

“Earth wouldn’t just leave me!” Delta hissed at Pebble. “Where the fuck would he even be?”

”I remember that Secondo took him downstairs…” Alpha murmured, looking sheepishly at Delta. ”He made me seal the door shut though. But I think I could melt it back open.”

“We aren’t at the ministry.”

”We can take another trip back there in a few days,” Terzo said, “on our next day off.”

”Delta, don’t get your fucking hopes up,” Omega warned, “if he is in that damn room he’s dead at this point.”

“No, he could burrow. He is an earth ghoul. He could still be alive!”

”Oh, I am sure that Secondo didn’t collar him, hm?”

Delta fell quiet. Omega sighed.

”I will go in there with Alpha. We will tell you what we find.”

[chronotopes]

dreamt that i woke up and was in sixth grade again but with all of the memories and values i have now and i had this standard for what i was allowed to 'fix' and what i wasn't e.g. if something was a smallscale quality of life improvement i could make things better but otherwise i had to let it be. and for some reason one of my central goals in this dream was to make sure jack augustine and i's eighth grade video project was set to a song we all liked rather than to a kate nash song we all just thought was ok. and also i considered telling jack i was from the future by being like "hey in spring of 2013 the pope will retire and the new one will be from argentina" and then waiting until that happened and he believed me but i didn't end up going through with it because i didn't want to make 12 year old jack responsible for something so big and incomprehensible. and also i wanted to yap about jenny so would talk about her and pretend she was my friend from summer camp who lived in virginia

[lilyw1235]

Music Store P1

Y/N: Your name.

Y/H/C: your hair colour

Y/H/T: your hair type

JJ's POV

"Why are we going with you again?" I ask Kiara. Kiara is dragging John B, Pope, and me to a new music store that just opened up in town. She was dying to go because she heard they have an extensive Marley collection.

"Because you guys seriously need some musical education," she retorts.

"Hey! We do listen to good music!" John B argues.

"Drake doesn't count," she teases, earning a chuckle from John B.

We step inside the music store. The speakers are belting out classic rock songs, and the walls are painted black adorned with signed posters and stickers from different bands. The wooden box stands, are neatly arranged in rows, displaying vinyl records.

"Woah. This place is sick!" John B exclaims, looking around the store. Kiara, like a vinyl-detecting bloodhound, zeroes in on the Marley records. Pope follows her, leaving John B and me to explore on our own.

He nudges me, directing my attention to a girl who appears to be our age, busily organizing vinyls in their stands. Her Y/H/T  Y/H/C, dances over her shoulders, and her naturally coloured lips shine beneath a coat clear lip gloss. My heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her.

(Imagine whatever outfit you want)

"Who's that?" I ask breathlessly. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

"Y/N Y/L/N. She is new in town. Her dad actually owns this place. She's pretty cool," John B replies nonchalantly.

"Seriously, how do you know?"

"I bumped into her yesterday while she was surfing."

"Wait, she surfs too?"

John B smirks. "Yeah, and better than you, dude. You should go talk to her."

Y/N's POV

As I continue arranging the records, my co-worker Isaac approaches, asking where the Marley records go. I nod toward the M section, and my gaze drifts to a girl and a guy, flipping through the records. As Isaac walks away, a tall boy with disheveled dirty blonde hair saunters over. "Hey, I'm JJ," he introduces himself.

"Hi JJ, I'm Y/n," I respond warmly, my interest piqued. John B, the boy from the beach, waves at me, and I offer a quick smile before returning my attention to JJ.

"My friend and I saw you, and I thought I'd introduce myself," JJ explains, pointing at John B.

A flirty smile tugs at my lips. "Well, I'm glad he did."

We talk about my move from my hometown to the tranquil island town of Kildare.

"So how come I haven't seen you around yet? It's a small island" JJ asks

"We've been working non-stop to get the store up and running," I explain.

JJ compliments the store, and we talk about surfing and 'The Wreck,' a restaurant owned by his friend Kiara's family. He talks about his tight-knit group, the pouges, I notice he talks about them like they're family.

"Y/n! Enough chit-chat, back to work. There are more records waiting to be unpacked in the back," my dad's voice breaks through, bringing me back to reality.

"Alright, I'm coming!" I reply with a hint of annoyance, not wanting to end the conversation with JJ.

Before I leave, JJ catches my attention again. "Hey, before you go, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

A rush of excitement runs through me. "Uhh, yeah," I reply with a light blush and a smile.

"Great! How about The Wreck at 8:30?"

"It's a date," I affirm, my heart racing.

My smile stays on my face all day. I  continue unpacking records as thoughts of JJ occupy my mind.

JJ's POV

Grinning ear to ear, I turn back to John B, who's eagerly awaiting the details. "So, how did it go?"

"Really well. We're heading to The Wreck for dinner tonight."

"That's awesome! Just promise me she won't be another hookup. I genuinely think she could fit right in with the pouges."

"I promise, man."

A/N

I wrote this a while ago but I didn't like it so I changed it. I hope its a lot better now 😊.

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Families Found and Made | J.B.R. x S.C.

Pairing: John B Routledge x Sarah Cameron

Summary: Things don’t always work out the way Sarah and John B expect, but maybe their better than either of them could’ve imagined.

Requested by @booknerdgirl91 (thanks my love!)

A/N: Writing for a ship was a little out of my comfort zone but it turned out being really fun! I hope you enjoy and thanks for you patience! Also I apologize for the lack of proofreading

Warnings: pregnancy, labor, not proofread

Word Count: 1.1k

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It wasn’t exactly Sarah’s plan to have kids young. She and John B had talked about wanting a family, but they figured they would wait until they were a little bit more settled and had some more stability. But the universe doesn’t care about your “plan”, and that moment came sooner than expected.

When she first showed John B the pregnancy test she was terrified. They were barely eighteen years old. They didn’t know anything about raising a kid and there was no way they could financially support one, they could barely support themselves. But John B didn’t freak out, he smiled the biggest smile Sarah had ever seen and then he got down on one knee.

“What do you say? You ready to make this marriage thing legal?” He asked, and of course she said yes.

Two weeks later, they stood at the courthouse with their friends by their sides and said “I do”.

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Sarah danced around the kitchen with her little girl on her hip. She bounced her up and down as she sang along to the song, the baby joining in with her little babbles. Hearing the front door creak open, Sarah gave her an excited face.

“Look who’s home, baby!” She set her daughter down on her wobbly little legs.

“Dada!”

“It’s Dada!” Sarah giggled as she watched the baby race to her husband’s waiting arms.

“Hi, sweet girl!” John B swung his daughter around, tickling her little belly. “I missed you today. Were you a good girl for your mama?” She giggled in response to her dad’s antics.

“She was a little angel today. Weren’t you, Valerie?”

“That’s good, because your mama can’t chase you down too well anymore, can she?” John B bent down to kiss his wife once on the lips, and then again on her belly. “How’s my beautiful girl feeling today?”

Sarah leaned into his embrace, smiling at her little family. “Feeling good. Ready for this little munchkin to get out here and join us.”

“Me too.”

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Sarah jolted awake, reaching over blindly to smack her husband. “John B, wake up.”

He groaned, voice groggy. “What is it?”

“The baby’s coming. It’s time.”

John B bolted out of bed. “Oh my god! Okay, we’ve got to get you to the hospital!” He paced around the room, breathing fast. “Are you okay? What can I do?”

“John B, breathe.” Sarah chuckled. “Everything’s fine. We’ve done this once before you know.”

“Right, right.” John B took a deep breath.

“Now call Pope.”

Sarah pulled herself slowly out of bed, getting changed into some comfortable clothes for the ride to the hospital.

“Okay, Pope and Cleo are on their way.” John B grabbed the packed hospital bag from its spot by the bed. “Let’s get you into the car so we’re ready to go when they get here.”

He moved to his wife’s side, helping her walk through the house. Only seconds after Sarah got settled into the passenger’s seat, they saw Pope’s car screech into the driveway.

John B gave Pipe and Cleo a quick run down before they both leaned into the car to give Sarah hugs.

“Are you guys good to stay here?” Sarah questioned, slightly concerned about leaving her sleeping daughter.

“Absolutely. We’ve got Val, you just focus on yourself and the new baby.” Pope reassured her.

“Go bring another perfect baby into the world.” Cleo chimed in.

“Thank you guys so much for doing this.”

“Hey, we’re happy to spend more time with our amazing niece.” Cleo squeezed Sarah’s hand. “You got this.”

Sarah gave Cleo one final hug before shutting the door and she and John B sped off toward the hospital.

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Upon entering the maternity ward, John B and Sarah were surprised to find JJ and Kiara already there waiting.

“How did you get here so fast?” Sarah questioned her best friends.

“We left as soon as we got the text.” JJ replied.

“You are literally in labor. There was no way I was leaving you in the hands of just John B.” Kie said with a pointed look.

John B made an indignant noise. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means your a man and y—“

“Okay, can you please continue your bickering after they get me admitted?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good point.”

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“Welcome home!” The pogues whisper yelled and John B and Sarah walked through the door.

Their friends stood in a semicircle around the kitchen table which was covered in food and decorations. A homemade ‘welcome home baby boy’ banner hung in the background with some little Valerie paintings adorning it. The little girl sat on JJ’s shoulders who bounced her up and down while she giggled.

“Guys! This is so sweet!” Sarah struggled to hold back her tears at the sight in front of her.

JJ set the little girl on the ground who instantly ran to her parents to be picked up again.

“Hi, baby!” Sarah cooed. “I missed you so much!”

“Mama! Dada!”

“Are you ready to meet your baby brother?”

“Bubba!”

“Yeah baby, bubba.” Sarah and John B both smiled at their daughter’s enthusiasm.

Sarah led her to the couch where she lifted the girl onto her lap, John B following behind with the baby carrier. He gently unbuckled and lifted out the baby, setting him in Sarah and Valerie’s waiting arms.

The little girl instantly giggled, looking back at her mom.

“That’s your baby brother, Val.” John B said softly.

“Can you say ‘hi, Johnny’?” Sarah encouraged.

“Hi, Johnny.” Valerie’s little voice cooed. She bent her little head down to kiss the baby’s cheek.

Sarah let her tears fall at the display of affection, turning to her husband. John B wiped the wetness from her cheeks and kissed the side of her head gently before wrapping his arms around his wife and children.

“I think we’ve got a pretty perfect family. What do you say, mama?” He whispered to her.

Sarah smiled at her husband, looking down at her two babies and then to all her friends surrounding them. “Pretty damn perfect,” she replied. “The one we found and the one we made.”

Sarah never would’ve expected have two kids before the age of twenty, but sometimes life works out exactly the way it’s supposed too.