#a new pope outfit lol

[zemnarihah]

also i inexplicably saw ghost

[alimaybankkk]

sunshine PART TWO

part 1 heree

summary: the pogues r vv curious..

warnings: i don’t think any?? besides violence lol

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!innocent! reader

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kie held your hand, walking alongside you down the beach.

“ooh!” you cried, bending down to pick up a water bottle and stuffing it into your garbage bag.

the sun was still rising, and kie had no energy to do anything but walk this early in the morning. she groaned, pointing to the sand. “sit?”

you shook your head. “kie, you’re all about saving the earth. what’s going on?”

“tired…”

you were an early bird. you were up early every morning in some kind of cute outfit to watch the sunrise. you needed some sunshine as early as possible.

you sighed. “you’re right. maybe i should have asked someone else.”

kie raised an eyebrow. “like who?”

you grinned, starting to walk a bit ahead. your outfit today was a flowy purple shirt and cutoffs.

“seriously, y/n, who?”

you shrugged innocently and kneeled on the shore, picking up a seashell. “look how pretty!”

kie rolled her eyes, angry you were secret keeping. “let’s go. i wanna go home.”

you frowned and stood, shoving the seashell into your back pocket.

“you got a new necklace,” kie acknowledged quietly.

you blushed, feeling the necklace around your neck. “yeah, i did.”

“i didn’t know you used those beads. are those yours?”

you shook your head and walked faster.

* the pogues had once more left you out of their discussion, leaving you dangling your feet into the hot tub and reading a book.

jj watched you from the side of his eye, barely listening to the conversation being presented in front of him.

kie cleared her throat. “so i think your little sister as a mystery man, jb.”

jj’s head immediately flung back to the group, gasping at her words.

john b scowled. “i’ll kill him.”

“chill out, man,” pope said. “we don’t know who it is yet.”

“she really likes him, i think,” kie said.

jj hid his crossed fingers behind his back. he knew they were probably talking about him, but there was always a possibility there was another boy.

“i don’t care if she likes him or not.” john b growled.

sarah grabbed his hand. “no, it’s cute. she’s in love.”

“we have to figure out who it is,” cleo insisted. there was a hum of agreement from the group.

kiara nudged jj. “you good?”

he bit his lip. “yeah, i’m good.”

“well, how can we figure this out?” cleo asked.

john b looked at jj and raised an eyebrow.

jj sighed, hiding his excitement. he’d finally have a reason to talk to you. “i’ll go talk to her.”

he stood and jb slapped him on the back and watched him walk over there.

kiara shrugged. “i wish it was him. they are like childhood lovers.”

john b gave her a look. “i’ve made it very clear she’s off limits.”

jj approached you, sending you a smile. “hey, princess.”

you looked up, grinning excitedly. you went to kiss him, but he held you back, turning around. “you can’t kiss me, baby.”

you frowned, heart breaking. “why not?”

“they’re watching us. let’s just talk.”

you nodded, disappointed. “got another tan,” you told him.

he nodded. “saw that. very pretty.”

you nodded and looked at his wrist, grinning when you saw his bracelet. he returned the favor when he saw your necklace.

“so, they’re talking about you over there,” jj said.

you frowned. “why?”

“kie said something about a ‘mystery man’ of yours. someone i know, baby?”

you giggled. “maybe.”

he grinned, looking up to the sky. you grabbed his hand. “why can’t we tell them?”

jj looked at you with sadness, knowing you were all he wanted. “i would tell them, baby, it’s just your brother.”

you nodded, frowning. he sighed and stood up. “gotta go. i love you, baby.” he ruffled your hair.

“i love you, jj.” you said in a sad voice as he walked away.

“anything?” sarah asked when he came back.

jj shrugged. “she won’t crack.”

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“so our plan is,” john b clarified, leaning against the wall of the chateau hours later. “jj drives her out of her room and then we sneak and take her phone. plan?”

“and what if she takes the phone with her?” pope asked.

“she doesn’t really care about her phone. she’ll most likely leave it. plus when she’s alone with jj, he’s like her best friend so he entertains her. right, j?”

jj rolled his eyes. “i still really don’t like this plan. we’re already invading enough, but stealing her phone? i mean, come on, man!”

“what’s up with you, rude boy?” cleo asked.

he cocked his head to the side. “never mind. let’s do it.”

kie raised an eyebrow but nodded. she wanted to figure out what was driving her best friend crazy. “let’s go.”

and so they walked down the hallway, everyone but jj stopping to cram into the bathroom.

“ow! get off, man!” cleo yelped, elbowing pope in the gut.

“fuck off!” he growled.

“shh!” sarah covered his mouth and john b ran his fingers through his hair.

“this is the least heated situation we’ve ever been in and yet it feels like the worst,” he said, pacing.

“john b, do you really think it’s right to go through your sister’s phone? she’s not ten anymore.” sarah asked.

he bit his lip, punching the wall. “shut your mouth, sarah!”

her eyes squeezed together and she flinched, about to cry. everyone in the crowded room grew silent.

“i’m sorry.” jb said. he wished his sister was still much younger than him, the one that would be tricked into cleaning and the one that loved sweets and princesses and playing mermaids. he couldn’t stand the fact you were growing up, and it gnawed at him day and night.

jj shuffled through the hallways rather loudly. he didn’t have to care about getting caught. he approached your room and did a little knock code you guys made when you were nine.

“jj?” you asked, setting down your remote.

“hey, princess,” he whispered.

you grinned, standing to kiss him. you were more than relieved when he kissed you back, grinning. “wanna come watch a movie with me?”

you looked at your tv. “okay.”

he grabbed your hand, followed by grabbing the phone that was on your bed.

leading you into the living room, he waited until the tv and the couch were set up to watch titanic before he unlocked his phone.

he texted the group chat, “clear,” and minutes later he heard very quiet shuffling.

you looked at him. “is everyone else home?”

he gave you a confused expression. “no-no, do you hear someone?”

“a big crowd of people,” you told him, sitting up and gripping his bicep.

he winced. he knew you relied on him to protect you, and it broke his heart to know that he was protecting you from himself. “just watch the movie, sweetheart.”

he checked his phone and saw a text from john b. her phones not in here. what do we do now?

he smirked and texted, find a new plan i guess? without me though. i can’t just leave her here. we’re watching a movie. also don’t come in. told her no one was home.

he mentally patted himself on the back. damn, you’re a genius, jj, he thought.

he sighed, turning his phone off and pulling you into his chest. he cuddled you for a little bit until you fell asleep and he slipped out of your grasp.

he gave you a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, going outside to meet the pogues out back.

they were dangling their feet over the hot tub, discussing quietly about a plan.

“find nothing yet?” he called from the patio.

“jj, come here, you got to help us!” cleo yelled.

he sighed. “damn, they all just need me, don’t they?” he said to himself.

“coming!” he yelled back.

jogging to the hot tub, his brain missed the interpretation that there was a rope right where he ran, tripping him. he fell face flat, groaning.

john b got up quickly to help him up. jj groaned and felt around for his belongings that fell out of his pocket. his hands landed on his phone, but that’s when he noticed john b froze.

“jj,” john b asked slowly. “why do you have my sister’s phone?”

he winced, gripping the blades of grass underneath him. soon, he was surrounded by the rest of his friends. “damn, i thought that was mine!”

“you thought a bright yellow phone case was yours?” kiara asked.

“i—i didn’t see the phone case, guys. swear. if you want it, you can have it.” he swallowed.

john b gave him a look. “what’s going on?”

“i just really don’t think this is right, man!” jj cried.

“please,” cleo chuckled. “when have you ever cared about what’s right!”!

there were “yeah’s” and “mhm’s” from all around the group, but jj gripped a tighter hold on the phone.

“you know what, fuck you!” he yelled. “i made a promise to your sister when we were little that i would protect her no matter what. i’m going to follow through with that promise whether you like it or not.”

john b let his mouth fly open. “jj, i’m her brother. it’s fine, it’s just a phone.”

“then let it go, man!” jj exclaimed, standing up and brushing himself off. “there’s really no need for you to be going through her phone if it doesn’t matter that much. if you want to find out so badly, find out a different way.”

he picked up the phone and kicked the kickstand off of his bike and drove away, not before revving the engine and messing with the dirt in the lawn.

“get out of here, man!” john b said, flipping him off.

*

“john b?” you called, waiting until your older brother issued a grumpy ‘what?’ “have you seen my phone?”

there was silence for a second, but then he said. “no.”

you sighed, setting into your bed and diving into your book.

you heard a crash from outside and looked to your window.

that’s probably the kitten that’s been limping around!

you rushed to the window, hoping to catch it and save it, but instead, you stared into the eyes of the beautiful jj maybank.

“oh, hey, j,” you whispered, now understanding to be discreet.

he grinned, shoving you to make room for him to slip in. he kissed you and you giggled.

“i know we’re trying to keep secrets, but i’m sure john b wouldn’t mind if you showed up at your best friend’s house.”

he widened his eyes. “i’m sure he would, cupcake.”

you lifted an eyebrow. “why?”

he reached into his pocket and pulled out your phone. “long story short they’re trying to snoop and i interfered so they got mad.”

you grabbed your phone back from him. “did you go through it?”

“quite the opposite. why? got something to hide?”

“stop,” you smiled. “and no, not really. but if they found anything about you on it, they wouldn’t be too happy, would they?”

he shook his head. “that, princess, they would not.”

you nodded and climbed onto your bed. he followed you, slipping under l the covers with ease. he pulled you close to him, resting your head in his neck.

you only felt pure happiness before you drifted off.

*

“she’s sleeping, douche!” you heard. you sat up, startled by the noise. you felt empty when you didn’t see jj next to you, but you felt scared when you heard him in the hallway.

you stood up and walked into the kitchen, on the verge of tears when you saw a glass fly at jj’s head.

“john b?” you said quietly, causing the commotion in the room to stop.

“sis…” his voice trailed off, picking up a stray pillow that had been thrown near you. “sorry. i— um..”

you looked at jj who wiped his bloody lip. you gasped and sprung into action, grabbing a paper towel and raising it to his precious mouth.

“john b, did he fall?” you asked, knowing the answer was no.

he sighed, pinching the space between his brows. “no, sis… shit-i—”

“your brother’s a dick, princess.” jj said.

you looked up. you knew jj never called you that in front of john b.

“you guys have been sneaking around?” john b scoffed.

“don’t call it that, man!” jj cried, shoving john b’s chest.

“jj, no!” you cried, grabbing his hand. “please don’t hurt him.”

and then you gave him those puppy dog eyes that he adored and hated at the same time. he completely folded, apologizing under his breath.

“so yeah, you guys have been sneaking around?” john b asked.

jj tried to control his anger. “i said, don’t call it that.”

you looked at him. we are sneaking around though, right?

“you guys haven’t…” john b’s voice trailed off.

jj cringed. “fuck no.”

your heart sunk. not that you wanted to do anything like that anytime soon, but jj made it seem like it would be disgusting with you.

“oh.”

“can we not fight about this?” you asked, walking the boys to the couch.

“john b, man, i love her.” jj said, not making eye contact with him.

john b froze. “oh.”

you bit your lip. “i love him too.”

jj chuckled. “damn, jb, if you didn’t put me in charge of caring for her when we were little, then maybe i wouldn’t do it so much.”

john b nodded. “yeah, i guess this is mostly my fault.”

you nodded.

“okay, can we go back to sleep now?” jj asked.

john b chuckled, still nervous. “sure… i guess.. but don’t—yeah..”

jj made a face and nodded and grabbed your hand.

“no more hiding, baby.” he whispered to you.

you giggled.

“i have something for you,” you said once you were back on your bed.

he leaned back, excited. “gift away, princess.”

you pulled out a simple necklace you threw together. it was just a gold chain and a seashell in the middle.

you shrugged innocently and kneeled on the shore, picking up a seashell. “look how pretty!”

“i was doing a litter sweep on the beach with kie and found it. i thought of you.”

he grinned. “that reminds me. baby, i think of you all the time.” and he leaned in and kissed you before going back to bed.

[sanctus-ingenium]

I have a question about mez: so before Leun, Lycaon was the highest ranking of the mechs, and the crocodile was the popemobile, and now Leun is both the highest ranking and the popemobile? Does the pope actually ride in the popemobile, or is it just called that because it is the most holy?

the "popemobile" rank is kind of informal and i've used it without much thought so yea it's been a bit inconsistent

but in general, leun is the highest ranking by virtue of being the most technologically advanced and having the most intricate and powerful engines, thereby being the closest to god. the pope can only ride in the closest possible throne to god so whenever he gets transported anywhere, he does ride in leun but not as a knight or enginesmith, just as a passenger (there is a seat just for him)

lycaon was the most technologically advanced before leun, but lycaon has an atypical design which is from the annexed territory of Midea. so although it is very Advanced, he was not seen as worthy of being the popemobile because at the time of his construction a century or so ago, Midea was at war with Mez (whether or not people refer to this as a failed war of independence or a civil war tells you a lot about their political leanings). lycaon is essentially a political prisoner lol

before leun came into operation, crocodile was the most advanced wholly mezian design, outfitted in forza. croc has a bit of a patchy history; while using a lot of cutting edge technologies (like an active venting system for air circulation), croc was maybe a bit ahead of his time and spent years at a time unable to fight because of his demanding maintenance cycle and fiddly systems. so he was mainly used for ceremonial purposes during that time - visiting small remote villages to allow the laity a chance to meet him, and transporting the pope around too

croc's enginesmiths were always gunning for a re-fitting for croc which would make him more useful, but then leun came along and could do everything croc did but better and without constantly breaking down. leun achieved this by being basically a pantera clone with updated engines, so the smiths weren't building something brand new and untested.

[unsleepingtales]

The penultimate episode of burrow’s end! Here we go!!

Hi little guys!!

Oh noooo

Shoutout to the dome art fr

OH that’s so real Rashawn. Sometimes the character voice is not there when you think it is and you need to say your activation phrases.

The little fist bump :)

Erika’s outfit is sick

MeatWolf! Merch! When!

Ooo

THEY LEVELED UP TO TEN?????

So Thorn is now level 5 cleric and level 5 ranger. Fascinating

Just stress demolished a sleeve of jaffa cakes in under ten minutes. This is fine.

Yeah there’s a lot of humans in the world I’m sorry

Hazmat suit lore lmao

😏 humans ey

JESUS Brennan

I love the intent and thought that goes into all of these descriptions.

Okay Tula has ALSO taken cleric levels. Level 3 life domain cleric.

Everyone starts bleeding out of their ears.

This is such bad things 😭 no it’s good ✋😭 I hate this

We’re all good at the same amount!

What coin babe

Thorn’s lightning bolt is looking way more hazard/electricity/warning than natural thunderstorm this time

“It all has to be done exactly right” has never gone badly for anyone ever.

Bennet!

That’s not a great way to make your dreams come true I think

🔵 leash 🔵

🔵 fascist 🔵

Ooooh Viola level 3 fighter!

Oh damn okay

It’s EMBROIDERED

It has her NAME ON IT

I’m fine this is fine

Love the law enforcement disdain <3

WHAT

Okay I’m glad Brennan’s on board with that lol

Ava cleric levels??? Ava Grave Domain cleric????

Ahahahaha okay so Lila is back to being an arcane trickster rogue but she is ALSO a wizard

Ava actually seeking information!

Oooh the actual strawberry candies!! Those are so good I haven’t had one in ages

Didn’t Tula heal him??

He’s allergic to pet dander 🥲

This really supports the headcanon I saw that Meredith and Lukas were Bennett’s family before Ava asked if he was single and the Tula/Bennett thread started

Some incredible insight from Ava there

PANTS

(i panicked)

Pants yeah! Let’s roll!

I am really craving those strawberry candies now lmao

That’s actually very coherent

WHAT ARE YOUR SKILLS

Okay actually going to sleep right when you lay down is a skill. I would love to be able to do that.

Jasper/Thorn constantly being horrified by the children is delightful

Ooh okay that’s a brilliant use of a d100 actually. I might steal that.

Damn

What a reference Brennan

Nest-iest/NAstiest

They booby trapped the door

BARDIC?

Oh lovely just some exposed live wires now

Transcripts?

Personal logs????

Wenabocker is hot I’ve said it before I’ll say it again

Creeeeepyyyyy

21,730 stoats total is a lot. 400 dying in one week is also a lot.

Okay so resource allocation is Way more dangerous than advertised.

Who is Phoebe??

Love long lasting effects of combat!!

Hester is such a good name

Aaaa the illustration for them creeps me out so much

Hester and Phoebe were siblings ok

I’m definitely gonna need to rewatch this lore drop tomorrow

I am so curious about the naming convention

IS WENABOCKER’S BODY IN THE CLOSET RN

This is horrifying!

Fascinated by the implication that prolonged exposure to radiation causes gender shit lmaooo

Ok so there’s not a human corpse in the closet. That’s good.

Is anyone gonna read stoat pope’s journal?

Ok thank you

That’s creepy! This is fucking creepy!

Ha ha ha ha ha how fine and normal and regular

Okay so it’s not gender it’s religion and politics?

She has fireball now? Sick

Motherfucking hell indeed Izzy

They respect the badge without any context or knowledge of the person wearing it hmmmmmm

God the only phrase in my mind is she’s spreading the gospel. Is that fucked up.

Let us celebrate nuance!

Oh noooo

I need to go back and check because I thought the human stuff on the dm screen might be new I didn’t remember it being there before but also maybe I just didn’t notice it? Or maybe the screen actually changed.

Ok my wifi has just cut out for the second time in an hour so I think that’s my sign to go to sleep and finish this tomorrow :)

Ok I’m back I’m awake Henry Kissinger is dead it’s gonna be a good day

Oooh the urge to metagame

AHAHAHAAA

Awww her best friend

Ooh what’s he planning

Snacks!

All of last bast as favored terrain!! That’s so cool!

Oh rangers are cool. They always have been but rangers are cool.

OH OK

(Players lamenting another low Siobhan roll)

Everyone is celebrating Lukas’ nat20 and Brennan just looks so done 😭

The sound effect of the falling stoats aaaa

The sitcom moment

Y’all remember the eeeeeeeeeeee that Murph kept making during neverafter? That’s the noise I keep making

Another hallway?

Oh no I just remembered that the alarms go off at some point in this episode

Oh ok it’s a different exit

The crunch is time

You’re gonna cast magic on it before you’ve talked to it??

Just full astral projection out of the body

The framing I’m gone I’m dead

Oh god

Oh boy

WHAT

BABE WHAT

‘Going’ would imply that there’s a road back 😭

Yeah ofc she’s terrified oh my god

I love her

Oh she’s got asthma she’s just like me fr

Keep asking about wenabocker!

When did she say she didn’t have kids??

HES ALIVE???

Pre-read hear!

Ooh she got a you can certainly try

Ayo??

Oh my god

Oh good god

Oddly enough this is the chillest I've felt about an episode ending in a while lmao

So the alarms going off was a trailer edit and not part of the episode. ok.

I hope this goes ok.

[clemelemelem]

Montana University Romance: Roommates

sorry this is a day late i broke my legs lol

I opened the door of the dorm. I knew a student named Down South Rodeo Clem lived here, and she had put up an ad for a roommate. I had accepted, and a week before classes resumed, I was moving in. I knocked at the door and a woman who looked almost exactly like me but with a cowboy hat opened up. “Yer Clemelemelem, ain’t ya?” she asked in a heavy southern accent.

“Yeah,” I replied. “That would be me.”

“Nice to meet ya. I’m Down South Rodeo Clem. I got a show I do from the campus TV studio with that same name. You should check it out. I get really  racist.”

Great, I thought. I got a crazy roommate.

“Well, come in, come in. Let us give you a warm southern welcome,” said Down South Rodeo Clem, ushering me inside. The apartment was small, and consisted of a kitchen, a bathroom, and four bedrooms. One was empty, the other three were occupied. “Hey guys!” Down South Rodeo Clem cried. “The new girl’s here!”

Two more women emerged from the shut doors, and they, too, looked uncannily like me. One of them was dressed like the pope and the other wore a crown made of cardboard and a shirt with “C.E.A.C.: People of the Storm” on it. So they were all crazy, then. Goddamnit.

“Uh… Hi,” I said awkwardly. “What are your names?”

The woman in the pope outfit immediately launched into what appeared to be a well rehearsed speech. “I am Emma Turtle, the one and true. The creator of the universe and its destroyer as well. The second coming of Jesus Christ himself. I am God. I am THE ONE AND TRUE EMMA TURTLE.” She took a bow, then rose and gripped my hands in hers, which were unexpectedly sticky. “Wouldst thou join my order, Clemelemelem my child?”

“No.” I replied, frightened. So she was a cult leader then. She backed away. “You will soon,” she said ominously. “Oh, very, very soon.”

As soon as The One and True Emma Turtle stopped speaking, the other girl began. Loudly. “Hi! I’m Clemcat! Or Clemmy, or Clemen, whichever. I’m an alpha member of the People of the Storm and one of the four queens of the Moon Kingdom, but between you and me, I wanna be the only one. My People of the Storm name is Bloodbath. If you see a tall, skinny guy with bleached blonde hair, that’s Fifi. I hate him. He’s an omega member. So please bring him back to me so I can make him suffer!”

“Is- is this an omegaverse thing?!” I asked, bewildered.

“Oh, God, no!” Clemcat gagged. “Absolutely not. We call our ranks alpha and beta and omega ‘cause that’s what wolves do! And we’re not furries, either! What we do is throw the omegas in the arena and make them fight like gladiators.”

“That’s… nice,” I said quietly, then headed to my room and locked the door.

[jeewrites]

Hold Fast | Ch. 5 - Five Courses

Series Master List

Rating: M, but this blog is 18+ MDNI

A/N: Frankie and Sweets finally go on their date! I do not recommend reading this when you are hungry. Ty to @bloviating-vy for beta-ing and providing all the emotional support one needs for writing fanfic lol.

Word Count: ~5.6K

Tags: no y/n, alcohol, gymbff!Benny, OC!Chloé, reader is a powerlifting girlie described as short and has hair long enough to put into a ponytail, reader's nickname is Sweets, Tom is alive unfortunately (we hate Tom), Tom owns a bar, Pope owns a gym, Frankie POV, kissing, making out, gratuitous descriptions of food, Sweets eats like a powerlifter, angst that resolves by the end of the chapter, discussion of previous relationships, implied past abusive relationship (not described), cliffhanger-ish?

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After you leave on Sunday, Frankie spends the rest of the weekend scouring the internet for the latest, fanciest restaurants in the greater metropolitan area. He's determined to make up for canceling on you at the last minute and go all out for you after everything you've done to care for Gabi and him. Tucking into another bowl of your magical chicken noodle soup, Frankie sighs at his laptop after clicking through tasting menu after 7 course menu after kaiseki menu after some weird pop-up dinner theater. Yeah, no. This isn't it.

And a small part, ok large part of him, wants to impress you, but he's at a loss as to how since he doesn't know you well enough. Surely as a doctor you are used to living the good life, dining at fancy places, right? What would not just be good enough for you, but impress you? His phone buzzes with a text from Benny in the group chat about a new PR lift and that's when an idea pops into Frankie's head. After a brief exchange with Benny he shuts his laptop and readies for bed. He has a plan.

Just as you are sitting down to scarf down your lunch later that week, your phone vibrates with a text from your favorite brown-eyed pilot.

[text conversation]

😻🐟: Hey, so what kind of food do you like? 🏋🏻‍♀️: Yes 😻🐟: ???

🏋🏻‍♀️: I have to eat so much to fuel for 🏋️‍♀️, so yeah, I like food. 🏋🏻‍♀️: 🍜🍳🥩🍔🌮🥟🍣🎂🍩🍪🍮🧁🥐🫔🍧 🏋🏻‍♀️: I don't do sandwiches though 😻🐟: Roger that 🫡

😻🐟: Be ready to eat okay? Might want to wear something stretchy. Prepare yourself. 😉 🏋🏻‍♀️: 🫡 say no more. I have the perfect outfit. 😈 😻🐟: Pick you up Saturday at 4:30? I know it's early, but trust me ok? 🏋🏻‍♀️: 💃🏻💃🏻

You spend the rest of your break smiling into your lunch wondering what Frankie has planned for Saturday. The weekend couldn't come soon enough.

On Saturday, at 4:25 PM you hear a soft knock at your front door. Swinging the door open you're greeted by an enormous arrangement of dahlias, a stunning ombre of purple, pink, and fuchsia hues, a grinning Frankie peeking from over the top.

"For you," he says with a winning smile as he hands you the arrangement.

You're speechless. You didn't think he'd remember you whispering to him, nearly three weeks ago, what your favorite flowers are. And how did he know these are your favorite colors? Chase never remembered your favorite flowers despite the years you were together. He probably gave you flowers less than five times in the entirety of your relationship.

"You remembered," you breathe, looking up at him. "Frankie, they're beautiful."

"I do my best to remember the important things," Frankie huffs, cheeks pinking at your compliment. You catch him flick his eyes over your form, biting his lower lip. "And you're prettier than the flowers. You look — wow."

It's your turn for your cheeks to heat before you invite him in for a moment while you find the best spot to place the arrangement (you decide on your dining table so you can look at it every morning while you drink your coffee). The dahlias are arranged like a piece of art, exploding with color against the drab colors of your apartment. You could look at them all day.

"Sooo, where are we going this early?" you venture, finally taking your eyes off of the flowers and running your eyes over Frankie, admiring the way the navy button down shirt stretches deliciously across his broad chest and the khakis he's wearing hugs his hips and thighs. Curls accentuated with product. And surprisingly no hat.

"I'll tell you when we get in the truck," Frankie grins at you.

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious," you huff with a small smile as you grab your bag.

When you get to his truck he insists on opening the door for you and offering a hand as you climb in. As he settles into the driver's seat and starts the truck, he hands you a beige piece of folded card stock, printed to look like a menu. The cover reads, "Frankie's Food Truck Tour" in elegant script across the front.

You gape at him, excitement bubbling up your entire body. "You're taking me on a food truck tour?!?"

"Yup," Frankie responds, popping the 'p.' "Someone might’ve mentioned you love food trucks and hole in the wall restaurants. So I'm taking you to all the best ones I know about."

You're practically vibrating with anticipation as you open the card and gasp at the listed courses on the food tour.

Frankie's Food Truck Tour

Menu

First Course - Taco de Carnitas 🌮 Heirloom blue corn tortilla from house made masa, slow braised pork shoulder, pickled shallots, chicharrons

Second Course - Empanada Colombiana Braised beef, potato in fried corn flour crust

Third Course - Sunday Sauce with Fresh Tagliatelle 12 hour simmered ragu with fresh made tagliatelle

Fourth Course - Soup Dumplings ground pork, blue crab

Fifth Course - Gua Bao braised pork belly, pickled mustard greens, toasted crushed peanuts in steamed bun

Dessert - Italian Water Ice

You are so very glad you wore your fancy stretchy clothes because this is a veritable feast of all of your favorite things. You weren't joking when you told Frankie you liked to eat. Plus today's SBD day was max effort sets, so you are ready to inhale some food. But you are also so moved by his thoughtfulness, planning such a creative first date. Who told him about your love of food trucks and hole in the wall spots?

As Frankie eases onto the main road, he swallows before asking, "Does it look okay?"

"Okay? This is amazing Frankie! It's so thoughtful." You look at him with watery eyes. "No one's done something like this for me in a long time." You might have let out a little sniffle because he's glancing at you with concern etched across his handsome face.

"Hey," he soothes, sliding a hand into yours. "It's my pleasure."

He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. The gesture makes you melt inside at the sweetness. You intertwine your fingers in his, wanting to stay connected to him and you catch him smile when you do.

"Wait, so who told you I like food trucks?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Oh uh, I — I asked Chloé," Frankie's ears reddened at his admission. "I checked with Benny to see when she usually works out at Pope's and, uh, talked to her earlier this week."

You hum in response, impressed that Frankie would voluntarily approach Chloé considering most regulars at Pope's Gym wouldn't dare. She intimidated everyone too much.

"It was weird though. Benny acted like he didn't want me to talk to her until I told him it was to plan my date with you." Frankie continues, tapping the steering wheel.

"Huh," you wonder, filing that bit of information away. "Wonder why."

Frankie shrugs as he pulls the truck into a gravel parking lot. A half circle of food trucks sit just in front of a copse of trees, surrounded by picnic tables. Several other cars pull up shortly after you arrive and a queue starts to form at one of the food trucks on the far end.

"Ready for the first course?" Frankie grins at you as he opens the passenger door.

"Born ready, Frankie," you grin at him with barely contained glee.

By the third course, you and Frankie are both completely relaxed and enjoying each other's company, allowing the conversation to ebb and flow between food truck courses.

The carnitas tacos whet your appetite, a perfect balance of succulent pork shoulder topped with crispy chicharrones. Pickled shallots cut the tender, savory bites with crisp acid that dance along your tongue. Charred tomatillo salsa rounds out the bite. All perfectly wrapped in a freshly griddled blue corn tortilla. You can't help but close your eyes and let out a small moan as you experience the first bite. A cacophony of well-balanced flavors and complementary textures. When you open them again you catch Frankie with a pleased look on his face as he takes a bite out of his own taco.

At the second stop, Frankie asks why you don't do sandwiches as you chomp into a piping hot empanada. The corn flour crust crunches with satisfaction giving way to the tender braised beef and fluffy potato filling. Steam curls from the opening of the empanada, a testament to how freshly made it is.

"I mean, why would I want something slapped between two slices of bread when I can have this?" you respond as you gesture to your half eaten empanada. "It's just as portable and tastes a billion times better."

You scoop some of the red salsa onto your empanada before continuing, "Besides, I had way more than my fair share of sandwiches and cold, sad meals during med school and residency. I want my meals to be hot as much as possible."

"But what about hot sandwiches?" Frankie presses, even though he nods in agreement.

"I'll make an exception for them if they are really tasty," you acquiesce. "And bánh mì, especially if the baguette is baked fresh in house."

"Duly noted," Frankie smiles, taking mental note of your preferences.

"Oh my god, you have to try this salsa," you moan after you finish your salsa covered bite of empanada. The acid from the tomato cuts through the richness of the filling, followed by sharp bites from the minced white onion, finished by a hint of sweetness — maybe from pineapple?

"Wait, don't tell me you're a fan of sandwiches."

Frankie looks slightly embarrassed when he admits he eats most of his meals standing over the kitchen sink, especially when he has Gabi, but the food is usually at least hot. "I do love cooking meals for Gabi and introducing her to all of our family's foods," he adds. "She's a really adventurous eater."

You perk up at his information. "Yeah? That's so awesome Frankie. Maybe I can make her some of my family's favorites sometime?"

He gives you the sweetest look of adoration and gratitude. "She'd love that. I — I would too."

You continue to chat with Frankie about how Gabi is doing since you last saw her as he tidies up the picnic table, and you both head to his truck for the next course.

When Frankie pulls up at the third food truck, you giggle and remark at the kitschy decor, multi-color string lights, barrels painted the colors of the Italian flag, red umbrellas shading long wooden picnic tables and smaller red metal patio tables for two. The food truck itself is a long white truck reminiscent of an old milk delivery truck. Short velvet red curtains frame the ordering window with a mismatched gallery wall of photos and paintings hanging along the side.

As you and Frankie sit at a cute red patio table sharing a sangria, waiting for the buzzer to go off to retrieve your food, you hear a woman's voice call out, "Morales?! That you?"

"Hey— " Frankie stands to greet the person behind the voice before a blur of brown hair wraps him in a tight bear hug he returns awkwardly with one arm.

"Finally made it out to check out this place huh??" the brunette says as she pulls back and releases Frankie.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for the rec. This is Sweets," Frankie gestures towards you as you stand to meet her. "This is Becs. She's one of the flight nurses I work with."

"Ooh, date night?" Becs winks at Frankie as she pumps your hand up and down one too many times. "Didn't realize you were seeing anyone Morales. Gonna break all those hearts at the hospital when people find out." You offer her a wan smile, a bit overwhelmed by her chaotic energy.

"Wait! I know you," Becs cocks her head as she assesses you intently. You stiffen even if you don't recognize her. Before you know it she's dropping the name of your former employer, adding, "Yeah, I used to work as an OR nurse there, but jumped at the chance to become a flight nurse. Less surgeon egos, more excitement, ya know?" She gesticulates with fervor as she speaks.

"Yeah, uh, I worked there," you admit, realizing you've been holding your breath. "Been over a year since I left though."

She looks you over once more. Just when you think you're in the clear she snaps her fingers and exclaims, "I do know you! You were engaged to that new trauma surgeon, what's his name!"

Your heart is in your throat and you can't move. Can't breathe. Is this really happening right now? What are the chances you'd run into someone who'd recognize you from your old job right the fuck now?

"I'll never forget how you made a surgeon get on his knees so fast," she smirks. "It's not every day you see someone throw a $50k diamond ring across the cafeteria."

Really, what are the chances you'd run into someone who witnessed the moment your engagement exploded spectacularly in front of what felt like everyone at work? Over a year ago? You can't look at Frankie. This isn't how you want him to find out. Not that you were exactly hiding it from him, but wasn't this like a third date kind of conversation? What did you know, you're so out of the loop on dating things these days. Because you're old. Broken? No one's going to want you, your mother's voice hisses up from the abyss of your mind.

"Well, it's not every day you catch your fiancé cheating on you, at work," you grit out as you find your spine.

"Yeah, bummer about that." Becs waves you off. "It was hilarious watching him crawl around on his knees trying to find that ring though."

She slaps Frankie on the shoulder and says something about seeing him at work before tossing you a nice to meet you and jets off as abruptly as she appeared.

You brave a glance at Frankie, but not really seeing him with the adrenaline flooding your system. "I —"

"Sweets —"

Of course the food buzzer decides this is the most opportune moment to go off, shocking you back into yourself as it dances erratically on the metal table top flashing red like a siren. Frankie slides a hand over the buzzer and picks it up as he walks around the table to stand in front of you. With his other hand he gently cups the side of your face.

"Sweets, you don't have to explain. It's ok. Breathe."

You swallow and let out a stuttery breath as you clasp a hand over his. His hand is warm and comforting against your skin, steady unlike your heart pounding through your chest. The buzzer continues to flash red and vibrate, muted now in his other hand. When you look up, his warm brown eyes only convey care and concern at your thinly veiled panic. Full blown panic, really. You're practically shaking.

"Hey," his voice is soft like when he speaks to Gabi. "It's okay. I'm going to go grab our food and when I get back you can tell me as much or as little as you want. Whenever you're ready. Or we can just go back to talking about how much we hate sandwiches, okay?"

"I— you— okay," is all you can manage, followed by a small nod, eyes still wide with panic, even with his attempt at humor. Coherent sentences are back to being a struggle apparently.

"We all have baggage, Sweets. I mean, I have a whole ex-wife and toddler, remember?" He gives you one more understanding smile before telling you not to go anywhere as he heads to the food truck to collect your food.

How are you supposed to eat anything right now? Your heart is in your throat and your stomach is in knots. You plop down in your chair as the adrenaline recedes, replaced by a wave of dread at what to possibly say to Frankie when he returns. At some point you did plan to tell him, but what happened spans several conversations, none appropriate for a first date. You try to ground yourself in what he said before he went to retrieve the food. It's okay. He has baggage too. He's okay with you telling him what you’re ready to tell him. What the fuck are you ready to tell him?

When Frankie arrives at Pope's Gym to catch Chloé and ask for her help in dinner ideas for his date with you, he isn't prepared for Benny acting so cagey and weird.

"Hey, Benny," Frankie greets Benny at the front desk with a familiar dap of the fist.

"Fish," a rare one word response from Benny, the more loquacious of the two Miller brothers.

"She here?"

"Sweets or Chloé?" Benny asks, feigning ignorance even though Frankie literally just texted him the day before asking when Chloé usually worked out at Pope's.

"For God's sake Ben, I'm looking for Chloé." Frankie glares at Benny before rolling his eyes. "To help me plan my date with Sweets. What's gotten into you?"

"Oh. Right, yeah she's here," Benny mumbles nodding in Chloé's general direction before sulking away.

As Frankie treks over, he notes the message on her cut off shirt declaring, "I'M A RAY OF FUCKING SUNSHINE." Chloé's covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard as she finishes a set of medicine ball slams.

"I'm pretending this is your head," she mutters at Frankie as he approaches. "For canceling on Sweets the day of without telling her why."

Frankie decides to stop a generous distance away from Chloé. He lifts his cap and runs his fingers through his curls, a nervous tic, before replacing the cap on his head. "Yeah, um, that really was my bad. Uh, that's — that's actually why I'm here."

He swears the glare Chloé gives him could kill.

"And why should I help you." It's not a question, but a challenge.

"I want to really impress her and go all out for her this Saturday to make-up for canceling," he continues before pausing. "Especially since she took such good care of my daughter and me when Gabi got sick last week. Which is — which is why I canceled at the last minute."

Chloé gives him a non-committal grunt, brows still furrowed, but her eyes motion for him to continue.

"I thought about taking her to some of those fancy tasting menu places, but I realize I don't know what she really likes… If she'd be into that."

"I mean, who doesn't like a fancy meal once in a while?" Chloé scoffs and shifts her weight from side to side, as if she's trying to decide whether to divulge more and help Frankie out. "But Sweets isn't into the fancy shit the way she is into food trucks and hole in the wall spots. The woman is always on the hunt for the best tacos or dumplings or whatever in the area."

Frankie nods along intently to what Chloé shares and takes detailed mental notes. You truly are a woman after his own heart.

"You should see her on vacation trying to suss out the best local eats. You always know you're going to eat well with her." Chloé glares back at Frankie before concluding with a threat for good measure. "You hurt her and I'll kill you. She's — she's been through enough. She doesn't need another guy wrecking her life."

Frankie appreciates a direct woman. And the tip about some guy wrecking your life. He stores that one away along with the threat.

"I just want to go all out for her. She deserves the best," he manages. "Gonna try my hardest not to fuck it up."

"Good," Chloé resumes picking up the medicine ball and raising it overhead before slamming it down on the ground. How does someone make everything sound like a threat?

"That still my head?" Frankie ventures looking at the medicine ball.

"Depends," Chloé huffs back at him, but he thinks he catches her smirking at him for a moment. "On how well you take care of my friend."

As Frankie thanks Chloé and turns to leave, he catches Benny hiding behind the cable tower machine watching the entire interaction, pretending to wipe down the gym equipment. Benny never cleans a goddamn thing unless it is a weapon.

"You're gonna take the paint off the metal," Frankie whispers to Benny as he walks by.

"Huh?"

Frankie shoves Benny out from behind the cable tower, "See you later, Benny boy. Good luck with that," as he motions with his eyes towards Chloé.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Benny calls back after catching himself from falling on his face in front of Chloé.

Frankie just shakes his head and beelines it to his truck. He has a food truck tour to plan.

When Frankie returns with a giant pile of fresh tagliatelle smothered in Sunday sauce, your stomach turns even if ragu is one of your favorite things. He sets everything down gently as if he is afraid to spook you with any sudden movements or sounds.

"I — I wasn't trying to hide my ex-fiancé from you," you blurt out without thinking. Smooth start there, tiger. Real smooth. You worry your hands in your lap to hold back the rising waves of anxiety. "I just thought failed engagements are more like a third date kinda conversation."

"Didn't think ya were," Frankie responds as he settles back into his chair. He slides a large hand across the table beckoning for you to place one of your hands in his. After a beat you slide a hand into his. It's warm and grounding. You find your shoulders relaxing away from your ears a smidge, and your stomach settles.

"I meant it when I said you don't have to tell me anymore than you're ready to," he reassures before something you said clicks, and he beams at you. "You'd go on a third date with me?"

You can't help but offer a small grin back, "I'd let you take me on as many dates as you want if they're anything like this, Frankie."

"Minus the co-worker with the big mouth." Frankie is full of jokes. "Too soon?"

You suppress a giggle bubbling up from your throat. "I guess that means you're not going to take me home after this?"

"Not unless you want me to, Sweets," Frankie squeezes your hand. "I'm having the best time."

Your stomach rumbles at this exact moment in response and Frankie laughs, tummy shaking laughter, wondering out loud how you are still hungry after tacos and empanadas.

"I told you I like to eat!" You cross your arms in mock indignation as Frankie wipes away tears of laughter and hands you a fork.

As you both dig into the pile of pasta, marveling at the depth of flavor a 12 hour simmer gives the ragu, you take the opportunity to ask Frankie about his work as an EMS pilot. His entire body is buoyant with excitement when he talks about flying, brown eyes bright with passion. You can tell the two loves of his life are Gabi and flying by the way he speaks about both.

"The hours aren't terrible, 12 hour shifts, 4 days on and 3 days off, with a lot of waiting around. But at least I'm not getting shot at now when I fly," Frankie shares, adding how his parents help watch Gabi when he has custody and has to work. Your breath hitches at the thought of anyone shooting at sweet Frankie.

"Next stop?" he tries to change the subject when he catches your worried expression.

You nod and attempt to help clear the table, but Frankie insists you don't lift a finger.

The next two stops fly by as Frankie tells you about the owners of the soup dumpling take-out window, former cooks at some Taiwanese chain making its way into the U.S.

"Ooo yes, DTF! I've been to one of their locations before!" you exclaim.

His eyebrows curve upward in confusion, "Wait, I thought DTF meant... something else??"

"Ohmygosh, DTF — Din Tai Fung!" you cackle. "Their soup dumplings are to die for."

Frankie admits he hasn't ever eaten a soup dumpling before as you lift the lid and a cloud of savory steam erupts from the bamboo steamer basket. You offer him two options that won't involve near boiling broth burning his mouth off. After all, you have... plans for that mouth.

"Next time we have to try the pork and shrimp ones too," Frankie tells you as he opens the passenger door for you. Seeing his eyes light up after the first bite and slurp of soup dumpling, you know he is a convert for life.

At the last stop he slides an arm around your shoulders as you sit side by side on a park bench splitting one extra-large gua bao, too full to each have your own. It’s the size of your face instead of the standard appetizer size. Frankie insists you take the first bite of the pillowy soft steamed bun, a vehicle for the unctuous braised pork belly, pickled mustard greens, and toasted crushed peanuts. The umami of spiced soy sauce carries forward balanced notes of anise and cinnamon with a not too sweet caramel finish of hoisin and brown sugar. A savory symphony of flavors in your mouth.

"That good huh," Frankie smiles as you let out a groan.

"Mmph," is all you can manage, eyes closed, savoring the bite with a happy food wiggle.

You offer the bao up to him, angled so he can get the perfect bite, the scruff on his chin tickling your fingers as he takes an exaggerated bite.

"Fuch, ish good," he mumbles, mouth full and sauce dripping out the corner of his mouth.

When you brush your thumb to wipe the sauce away, the pink triangle of his tongue peeks out to lick your finger clean. Your eyes flick up and catch a dark, mischievous look across Frankie's face that makes you want to combust on the fucking spot. You distract yourself by taking another bite of the bao before offering the last bite to him.

He sighs in contentment when the food is finished and pulls you closer to him, tucking you to his side. It's warm and safe here snuggled against him with his strong arm draped over your shoulder as you idly watch other diners nearby. Safe enough you weigh the risk of ruining the moment by sharing about your painful past.

"Can I tell you a little bit about... what happened a year ago?" you ask, voice quiet, looking up at him.

Frankie returns your gaze, "Of course."

"Ok," you drop your gaze to your hands and take a deep breath before continuing. "We, um, met in college. Both of us pre-med... and just dorks with the same goals you know?"

You tell Frankie about Chase, how he changed from a sweet college boy to someone you didn't recognize as you went through med school and residency. "I was so afraid of being alone, I ignored the red flags and how we were growing apart until he went out of state for his fellowship and I stayed here. That’s when I realized I was happier on my own than when he would visit."

You peek up at Frankie through your lashes and realize he's been looking at you and listening intently the entire time. "But it took catching him cheating for me to leave."

You shudder at the memory of the night you tried to leave and the weeks that passed before you finally could. That is a story for another day. Frankie tightens his grip around your shoulders as he releases a sharp exhale through his nose when you stop talking.

"I appreciate you sharin' all that with me, Sweets," he says, pausing as if he isn't sure what he wants to say next. His thumb on your shoulder tracing slow circles on your skin.

"I guess I spent the last year working on myself and figuring out what I want now in a relationship," you continue.

"And what's that?"

"Where I can be myself and not have to cut off pieces to fit someone else's idea of who I should be — accepted for being me," the last part you say wistfully.

"As you should be. You're amazing, you know that?"

"Depends who you ask," you respond, quirking a smile up at him. "But I like myself alright now."

Frankie shares a bit about where things went south with Vanessa, his struggles with learning how to single parent. They had been high school sweethearts and stayed together, though he admits he felt like they were growing apart even before he joined Delta Force. How they tried to stick it out when Vanessa got pregnant with Gabi, but eventually realizing it was better for everyone if they separated.

You pull his arm tighter around you when you feel him hesitate and start to pull back after sharing about his own relationship history.

"Thanks for telling me."

"Not too much?" Frankie asks, eyes etched with worry.

"You're never too much for me, Frankie."

He visibly relaxes before asking, "Would getting dessert be too much?"

"Never," you say as you stand and offer your hands to pull him up. "Don't you know I have a whole separate stomach for dessert?"

The dessert course is a small takeaway window for Italian water ice just off the broad walk along the beach. You weigh the flavor options, debating between mango and passion fruit, before finally deciding on mango. Frankie picks passion fruit without hesitation.

He gives you a knowing smile and wink when you raise an eyebrow to his choice, "Figure that way you'll get to try both flavors." Is it possible to simultaneously melt into a puddle and combust from his thoughtfulness?

The velvety smooth ice refreshes as the fruit flavor cleanses your palate from your decadent dinner. You both make your way down the broad walk at a leisurely pace, sharing bites of yours with Frankie as he feeds you bites of his.

“Not too sweet?” he asks with a grin, knowing your bar for the ideal dessert.

“Not too sweet,” you confirm with a pleased smile.

He offers you the last spoon of his dessert, which you accept without hesitation because your sweet tooth is the boss, before he takes both your empty cups and tosses them into the trash. You intertwine your fingers in his as you continue your stroll, turning down one of the piers and walking down part of the way.

“Think this might be the best first date I’ve ever been on,” you smile at him, eye to eye as you lean back and balance on the lowest rung of the railing. His strong arms cage you in on both sides, protective as if you might possibly fall into the water below.

“Yeah?” He breathes back, curls whipped wild by the ocean’s breeze, brown eyes anchored to yours. “What would make it definitely the best first date you’ve ever been on?”

“If you kissed me right now.” The tip of your tongue wets your lower lip as your gaze flicks to his plush lips curving into a small smile at your words.

Frankie smooths your hair back before cupping your cheek with one hand. “Think I can manage that.” He presses the line of his body against you as he slots his mouth against yours, gently at first, until you open for him to lick into your mouth. A soft moan escapes your throat. He kisses you harder, his other large hand snaking up the middle of you back to cup your neck, holding you in place. You reach your hands to run your fingers through his curls, such soft curls, tugging to keep him pressed against you. When he lets out a soft moan you realize he likes it when you do that.

Your foot slips when someone suddenly catcalls the two of you, followed by a "GET A ROOM!" But Frankie catches you with his quick reflexes, holding you tight against him. "I got you, baby," he reassures, voice breathy and soft. Baby. You practically melt at the endearment. And because he's now nuzzling the sensitive spot behind your ear with the delicious curve of his nose, peppering kisses down the column of your neck.

"Frankie," your voice comes out breathy like you've just sprinted down the broad walk. You repeat his name when he continues to pepper you with kisses.

"Hmm," he rumbles against your neck.

"We're in public." A giggle escapes your throat.

His eyes flick up to yours, black pupils edging out the brown you get lost in, expression intense. Hungry, but not for food. He wraps an arm around your waist and places you gently back on solid ground.

"I can fix that, baby," he murmurs. Pressing a kiss to your temple and tucking your hair behind your ear, he steers you by the small of your back and leads you back to his truck.

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Endnote: Sweet's relationship with her ex-fiance is partially inspired by this quote from Robin Williams: "I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone."

Hi hi, did ya miss me? I missed YOU. Been adjusting to a new job and the absolute fatigue from training has me beat (summer powerlifting competition wee!). But I’m so glad Frankie and Sweets finally went on their date and ate so well. It’s funny, but I’ve mostly written the last chapter and I just need to get them there. I’m learning that all the stuff between is uh, the hard part. Also, I still haven’t wrapped my head around writing smut, but we’ll see. At least they kinda made out? Lol. Thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far. It means the world to this newbie fanfic writer. Taglist is open! You know you wanna! xoxo, Jee

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Valentine's Day Delight

A part of The Bet universe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Frankie 'catfish" Morales x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Tags: multiple orgasms, Frankie is a pleasure dom (change my mind) ass play, praise kink, degradation kink, slipping into sub space, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected PIV sex, over stimulation, vibrators, butt plugs. a bit of fluff at the very end CW: food mentions

Notes: Hi besties!! This is pure filth, ummm anyways Happy early Valentine's Day!! Unbeta'd pls look the other way if you find errors lol ily <3 and enjoy !!!!

You and Frankie have been… seeing each other close to seven months now, in reality the two of you have been fucking for seven months. It’s been a friends with benefits kind of relationship that started when you bet that he couldn’t stay sober for longer than a week, the prize, well the prize was sex. Things have been good since then, he’s given up the hard drugs, he still drinks but it’s in moderation now. The boys have been fairly accepting of the new dynamic between the two of you. They still make fun of the both of you at every chance but Benny has stopped glaring at Frankie whenever his hands are on you and honestly, you’ll take that as a win. The fact of the matter is, the two of you haven’t labeled things, it’s all been very natural. Sure the two of you spend every waking moment together and neither of you have sought out the company or attention of others since that night all those months ago, but things are good, it all makes sense. Frankie is your friend and also the guy who fucks you senseless most nights but you guys are just friends.

That was until he had to go and ask you out to dinner on February 14th. Neither of you made a big deal about the plans at first, it wasn’t the first time that Frankie has taken you out on what other people may consider a date, but then Pope went and opened his giant fucking mouth, letting it slip that Frankie had a whole thing planned. Apparently he’s taking you to a steakhouse and he even got you a present. So here you are now at 5:30 pm on the 14th of fucking February, standing in front of your mirror, trying on every single dress you own. Benny is laying sideways on your bed, bored out of his mind probably. He initially came over to “help you decide on an outfit” but he’s only let out a grunt of approval at the last 3 dresses you’ve shown him.

“Gump, come on, just pick one already! You’ve tried that dress on twice already!” Benny kicks his feet on the side of your bed as he lets his complaint be heard. You look at yourself in the mirror again, you have a little black dress on, its nice but is it ‘steakhouse on Valentine’s day with your fuck buddy who may want something more from you now’ date worthy? You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard but you also don’t want it to look like you aren’t trying at all.

“Benny, if you aren’t going to be helpful, I swear to God I’ll haul you out of my house by your ear and lock you outside, again.” Benny sits up for the first time in 45 minutes and looks you over. You’ve already got a light dusting of makeup on and all you need to do is decide on an outfit for the night. He frowns for a second and you watch as his cheeks and the tips of his ears go red.

“It pains me to my core to say this but you look hot. ‘Fish isn’t gonna be able to keep his dirty fucking hands off you. And I like this one more than the other 6 bajillion you’ve tried so far.” You stifle a laugh at how uncomfortable he looks as he says the words. You spin back around to look in the mirror, the dress is hot, a bit low cut but not scandalous and it has a slit that goes up the entire length of your upper thigh. Benny’s right, Frankie won’t be able to keep his dirty fucking hands off you.

“See? Did that kill you? Okay, so the outfit is decided. Now you just need to help me pick out jewelry and shoes.” Benny lets out another loud groan and flops himself back against your bed.

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You didn’t subject Benny to too much more outfit planning and he left your apartment 20 minutes ago looking like a broken man who never wants to see another dress or earring again in his life. So now you’re left to pace until Frankie comes to pick you up. Thankfully he doesn’t leave you to pace for too long, he shows up 5 minutes early which is a bit out of the ordinary for him. You wring your hands together as you walk to your front door, you take one last deep breath before you unlock the door and come face to face with Frankie. He’s leaning one hand against the brick of your porch and the other behind his back. Your eyes widen when you realize he’s cleaned up his beard, combed his hair back and is even wearing a gray button down dress shirt. He fixes his posture when your eyes meet his and his wide eyes mirror your own. Suddenly a bouquet of flowers is thrusted into your chest and you drop eye contact to look at them, a soft smile spreads on your face as you take in the sparse roses, they look a bit wilted, like he stopped at the grocery store on his way here and picked up whatever flowers were left in the floral department. You hug them close to your chest nonetheless, it’s the thought that counts anyways.

“Let me go put these in some water and then we can head out.” you turn and head towards your kitchen, Frankie follows closely behind you.

“Here, the guy I bought them from gave me this.” Frankie holds out a packet as he talks, you grab it from him and look at the writing on the front, it says ‘flower food’ in big bolded letters.

“The guy you bought them from?” Curiosity fills your tone and you quirk an eyebrow at him as you fill a vase with water before opening the small packet and dumping the contents into the vase, stirring it with the stem of the bouquet.

“Yeah, I saw him at a stop light on my way here. I forgot flowers are kind of a part of this.” Frankie rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the vase. Frankie may be very good at sex, very, very good but you forget that he isn’t as experienced with dates and the thought of him hastily buying roses from some guy at a stoplight both warms your heart and makes you want to fall over with laughter.

“Frankie, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were just trying to get into my panties.” You gasp playfully and bat at his chest with your hand, Frankie’s demeanor changes from embarrassed to smooth womanizer quickly.

“Well Princess, is it working?” He grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“I wouldn’t know. I never wear panties.” You whisper the words against his lips and dart away from him before he can wrap you up in a heavy kiss. Frankie’s groan mixes with your laughter as the two of you head towards the front door. Frankie closes and locks your door with his copy of the key before turning and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. The two of you walk side by side out to his new truck and he stops at the passenger side door to open it for you. It’s a habit he’s carried with him since the beginning of your little arrangement, he opens all doors for you, he’ll even run ahead to make sure he reaches the car before you.

The drive to the restaurant is quiet, Frankie keeps his hand on your upper thigh for most of the way and you have to fight your hips from bucking up to get him to move his fingers just a bit higher. Frankie parks in the busy parking lot and jogs around the front of the truck to open your door for you. His arm snakes around your waist and you make your way into the crowded restaurant. He opens the restaurant door, the two of you walk up to the host podium and are greeted by a younger man who looks overwhelmed.

“Uh hi, I’ve got a reservation for two under the last name Morales.” Frankie leans on the podium a bit and trails his fingers up and down your arm mindlessly.

“Oh yeah, you called a couple days ago and changed the reservation to a party of five. right?” The overwhelmed worker looks up at Frankie with wide hesitant eyes, Frankie narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to reply but the host cuts him off.

“It’s probably a mistake, today has been a bit hectic, I’m so sorry about that. Let me lead you to your table.” He scrambles to grab menus and silverware and Frankie grabs your hand as you trail behind him to your table.

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” Frankie mumbles under his breath and you lean over his shoulder to see Santi, Will and Benny sitting at a large half circle booth with a bottle of wine in the middle of them. The host stops at the table and fidgets nervously as you and Frankie stop to gawk at the three men, dressed up and obviously already a bit tipsy off the wine.

“‘Fish! Gump! Finally you guys made it!” Santi laughs as he leans forward on the table. Frankie turns to the host.

“Party of five huh?” The host looks like he’s about to cry so you place a hand on Frankie’s shoulder and smile at the young man.

“Thank you so much, I hope your night gets better.” You rub Frankie’s shoulder as you speak directly to the host. He stumbles away and your smile drops to a death glare as you turn your attention back to the dumbasses sitting at the table in front of you.

“What? Are you guys just gonna stand around or are ya gonna join us?” Will pats the spot next to him, they’ve positioned themselves perfectly so you and Frankie will have to sit on opposite sides of the round booth. You look up at Frankie and watch as his jaw ticks. His tongue rolls out to wet his bottom lip and you know he’s moments away from losing it. You lean into Frankie’s ear and he tilts his head down to hear you better.

“What do you want to do? We could just turn around and leave.” Frankie turns his head to look into your eyes, you can see the rage stirring behind them and he thinks over the options for a second before nuzzling his lips close to your ear to reply.

“They’re just being dickheads. Let’s stay and make them uncomfortable. Plus I was really looking forward to having a steak before some dessert.” He pulls back and says the last sentence loud enough for half the restaurant to hear. You smirk up at him and place a soft kiss on his lips before sliding into the booth next to Will. Frankie takes up the space next to Santi and you and Frankie look into each other's eyes with a small knowing smile on your lips.

“Well there goes my plans for accidentally dropping my fork and sucking your dick under the table. Sorry.” You grab the bottle of wine and pour yourself a glass as your three date crashers all sputter and cough. Frankie keeps his eyes focused on you, a devious look replaces the rage in his eyes.

“I’m sure you could still do it Princess. They won’t mind much.” Frankie holds your eye contact and cocks his head towards his bestfriends.

“I mind! I would mind very much.” Benny’s recovered from choking on his bite of complimentary bread and speaks up. Frankie ticks his jaw again and turns his attention to Santi.

“Why the fuck are you guys here?” You rest your cheek on your hand as Frankie asks the question on your mind as well. All three of them smirk and look around a bit before Will finally sighs and speaks up.

“Pope suggested it, he thought it would be funny and he promised me a free steak.” Santi shoots a glare in Will’s direction. Frankie claps a hand on Santi’s shoulder and starts squeezing. Santi grimaces in pain and finally starts talking.

“Both of you were so fucking nervous. I thought we could be a buffer.” Santi says like that was the only logical option to your nerves. Frankie lets his shoulder go and sighs loudly. You turn to look at Benny who’s now looking at his hands with a stupid fucking smile on his face.

“Benny you fuckhead. What, did you leave my apartment and then come right over here or something?” Benny looks up and you almost laugh at his surprised expression but then you remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. He opens his mouth to speak but you raise a hand and cut them all off.

“I love you guys, so much, but if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I will kick you in the nuts so fucking hard you’ll be able to taste your own come in the back of your throat for the next 10 years. Do you understand me?” You look each of the guys in the face as you speak. Their eyes go wide, like they’re truly scared of you and they all nod. Frankie and you both stand up to let them out of the booth.

“I just wanted a free goddamned steak.” Will mutters as he stands but the look on your face makes him cup his hands in front of his crotch as he walks towards the exit. Benny stops for a second to speak but just nods his head when Frankie gives him a hard glare. Santi follows closely behind the two brothers but you grab his arm to stop him. You hold a hand out and he looks down at it confused.

“What?” He says and goes to high five you but you pull your hand away and smack him against the bicep.

“Give me the cash in your wallet, asswipe.” Santi scoffs at your demand but rolls his eyes and pulls out his wallet anyways. He puts a crisp one hundred dollar bill into your waiting hand and grumbles as he turns away to walk out of the building. You and Frankie take your seats again and you reach for the wine bottle while Frankie takes the three abandoned glasses and dumps them all into his empty glass.

“Why’d you shake Pope down for cash?” Frankie breaks the silence and the two of you look at each other before erupting into laughter.

“Least he could do is pay for the shitty bottle of wine he ordered and our tip.” Frankie holds his wine glass up as a toast and you clink your own against his. The waiter walks up in that moment and you’re finally brought back to the real world, the massive speed bump in your night is in the past and now you get to spend the night with the only person you want to spend it with.

You make small talk, compliment the food, talk about your respective days and send each other suggestive eyes for the entire dinner. Frankie stops drinking after his second glass of wine and both of you politely turn down dessert when the waiter offers and now you’re trying to match Frankie’s long strides to cross the parking lot back to the truck. He opens the door for you again and leans inside to place a long, meaningful kiss to your lips before pulling away and closing the door for you. You’re trying not to squirm in your seat as Frankie’s palm works its way up your thigh rubbing small circles into the sensitive skin as he drives you back to your apartment.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier but you look absolutely gorgeous tonight Princess.” Frankie looks away from the road to give you a once over, you can’t help the heat that creeps up your neck as he pins you under his stare. You can’t manage a reply, your words are caught in your throat as you realize tonight has absolutely shifted your relationship with Frankie and you’re not sure how that makes you feel. You muster a soft smile and turn your head to look out the window instead, Frankie squeezes your thigh and focuses his attention back on the road. His fingers shift higher and his pinky brushes against your bare cunt, you whip your head around to look at him but he has his eyes glued on the road in front of him with a ghost of a smirk on his lips. His pinky continues to slowly rub on your outer lip, and you let out a whisper of a moan. Frankie pulls his hand away and you start to pout until you realize he’s pulling into the parking lot of your apartment. Frankie works his way out of the truck quickly and comes to your side to open the door and help you down from your seat before he turns and grabs a small duffle bag out of the backseat. He stands in front of you and motions for you to walk in front of him. You gather your scattered thoughts and start to move towards your door. You’re so consumed with Frankie’s close proximity that you fumble with the key for a second before you finally get it in the lock. Frankie reaches a hand up to push the door open and you stumble through the doorway.

You drop your purse and keys and immediately turn around to face Frankie, he’s staring at you with a devilish look on his face, he walks past you leaving a kiss on your temple before stopping at the dining room table to open the duffle bag. You try to peek over his shoulder to see what he’s pulling out but you can’t see much, Frankie faces you with two wrapped presents in his hands.

“For you Princess, open the bigger one first.” He places the presents in your hands and your heart beats in your throat as you walk towards the table to set them down, your hands work to undo the bow and the wrapping paper on the larger box and you turn your head to look at Frankie. He smirks and nods his head towards the box so you refocus your attention to opening the present and you pull away the tissue paper to reveal a beautiful lingerie set. It’s a deep red color, almost black, the fabric is made of intricate lace work, the bra piece is flimsy and small but the thick metal rings on the front and back catch your attention. You move the top out of the way to look at the panties, they’re also made out of lace but the thing that catches your attention is the fact that they’re completely crotch-less.

“Frankie, this is beautiful, thank you.” You run your hands over the lace as you turn your head to look at him, he lowers his head to place a gentle kiss to your lips. Frankie pulls away quickly but you lean forward, chasing his lips for another kiss. He brushes against you and stays there for a moment.

“Open the other box for me.” He says the words against your lips and takes a step back, folding his arms over his chest to watch as you open the other gift sitting on the table. You bite your lip as you tear away the paper on the second box, excited to see what this gift could be. You open the box to find a little velvet bag, you undo the small knot and reach inside. Your fingers freeze as you come in contact with cool metal. A wide smile breaks out across your face and you slowly look up to meet Frankie’s eyes as you pull the toy out of the small bag. Frankie licks his lower lip as you stand in front of him holding a medium sized butt plug. You look away from him to the plug sitting in your hand and you take in the cute heart shaped jewel on the end of it.

“You’re getting pretty bold Mr. Morales.” You hang the plug between your forefinger and middle finger as you take a step towards the man standing in front of you. His arms drop to your waist to pull you flush against his chest and his fingers dig into your hips as he turns his head to look at the toy in your hand.

“I vividly remember you saying my Valentine’s day gift from you was going to be playing with that cute ass of yours.” His fingers drag the fabric of your dress up over your hips exposing your bare ass to the cool air.

“That was a joke.” You bite back a laugh as you try to hold his intense eye contact. Frankie moves his hands away from your waist and your dress flows back over your hips. His hand comes up to grab your chin and he tilts your head back until you’re forced to stare at the ceiling, he presses his lips against your neck, right below your ear.

“Was it?” Frankie’s raspy voice sends a jolt of pleasure through your body and he drags his lips across your throat as he holds you in place.

“Go put on the lingerie and put the plug in. I want you waiting on your hands and knees for me Princess.” Your breath catches in your throat and Frankie takes a step back. You suddenly feel unstable on your feet as Frankie reaches past you to grab the lingerie set. He places it in your hands and stares as you clutch the fabric in your hands and pass him on shaky legs. You walk down the hallway to your bedroom and drop your presents on your bed. You take a deep breath and start to strip out of your clothing. You put on the lingerie and look in the mirror, the lingerie makes you feel powerful and sexy and it gives you the confidence to grab the lube bottle in your nightstand to get the plug situated. You put a generous pump of lube on the plug and then lean forward on your bed. You spread the lube around your ass and push the plug forward, there’s a bit of resistance but you continue to work the plug in and out of your ass. You look back to see Frankie standing in the doorway, watching you work your ass open to place the plug. Once the plug is finally inside you, you let out a little groan. You’ve never had something so large in your ass, there’s a bit of discomfort at first but your body adjusts to it quickly. You stand up to look at Frankie, and he nods towards the bed. You climb up and lower yourself down onto your elbows, letting your ass hang in the air. Frankie finally steps into the room with the duffle bag in tow. You grip the sheets as he opens the bag again and pulls out two different vibrators. He sets the vibrators down next to your head and walks to the end of the bed to look at you perched with your ass up in the air for him. Heat floods your cheeks as you realize how compromising this position is and how much you’re aching with anticipation to see what he’ll do next. He stays behind you in silence for a long moment before you finally feel the bed dip.

“You’ll do anything for me won’t you? You’re such a good girl, and you know what good girls get right?” Frankie’s hands startle you as they spread out against the back of your thighs. You bite your lip and wiggle your hips back. He’s so close to touching your cunt, just barely brushing against your parted lips.

“They get orgasms.” You gasp the words out as Frankie finally drags a finger through your folds. Frankie is what people may consider a pleasure dom, he gets off on getting you off, but it’s more than that. He likes seeing the way you struggle to get away from the stimulation, he likes hearing your whimpers when everything is so sensitive. He likes pushing your limits and seeing how many orgasms he can draw out of you before you tap out and use your established safe word.

“That’s right Princess, and I think I owe you a couple for how good you’ve been. How many do you think is fair?” His finger plunges into you and you rock forward on the mattress. Your grip on the sheets tighten and you let out a soft moan when his thumb comes up to press against the jewel of the plug inside of you.

“Three, I think three is fair.” You speak right as Frankie adds a second finger inside of you and speeds up. Your moans grow louder when he reaches for the wireless vibrator next to you.

“Six it is.” Frankie turns the vibrator on and presses it against your clit while his fingers thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. The excitement and anticipation from waiting for this moment have you teetering on your first orgasm already. You rock your hips back against his hand, trying to get as much friction as possible and you press your face against the mattress and moan loudly as he presses his fingers against your walls to make the plug inside of you rock back and forth. You let out a string of praise mixed with his name as your first orgasm rocks through your body, your cunt pulses around Frankie’s fingers and you try to wiggle away from the stimulation of the vibrator. Frankie seems to be in a good mood tonight because he turns the vibrator off and places it back by your head as he pulls his fingers out of you. He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back and you realize at some point he took off his pants and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He’s kneeling between your legs with the fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth, his chin is tilted up and his eyes are closed as he sucks his fingers clean. He lets out a soft hum as his fingers leave his mouth and then he dips his head down to press a kiss to the middle of your stomach.

“I want to see how many times you can come on my tongue.” Frankie mumbles the words against your skin as he drags his lips across your belly until he’s settled between your open thighs. You prop yourself up on your elbows and hold eye contact with him as his mouth attaches itself to your clit. Your legs shake from how sensitive you still are from your first orgasm but you bite your lip to stay focused on the gorgeous man between your thighs. His hands roam your body and his fingers reach up to grip your chest, pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of the lingerie. His brown eyes hold yours captive as he expertly works his tongue against you. Your hips jerk as he focuses all of his attention on your already sensitive clit. Frankie moves his hand away from your chest to interlock your fingers together as his other hand works itself between your thighs to thrust the butt plug in and out of you gently. The new sensation makes you drop against the mattress and pant, you’ve never tried anal like this before and you had no idea it could be this pleasurable, the drag of the warm metal inside of you coupled with Frankie’s tongue is causing your mind to spin.

“Frankie just like that, don’t stop, please.” Frankie continues working you closer to another orgasm and you let your body go limp, letting go of all the stress in your body as you let him toy with you to his heart’s desire. He brings your interlocked fingers up to your lower stomach and presses down, adding more pressure to your already growing orgasm. You let out a choked gasp as you fall head first into your climax, your body jerks and writhes against the sheets while Frankie keeps a steady pace with his tongue and the thrusts of the plug. You clamp your thighs around his head as your orgasm recedes, but he completely ignores your efforts to get away from him and places the plug back inside your body, speeding up the pace of his tongue. He drops your hand and reaches for the large vibrator, pulling his face away from you for a mere second but you take that time to regroup your thoughts. You need to get through four more orgasms, of course the option of using the safe word is always there but you like proving to yourself and Frankie that you can do it. It’s a sense of accomplishment whenever you’re able to hold out until the end.

Frankie looks up at you with a curious expression, his way of silently checking in to make sure you’re doing okay. You give him a small nod and watch as his head dips back between your thighs. He teases your entrance with the vibrator, going slow and only thrusting it in an inch at a time, he goes just a bit deeper with each thrust until it’s seated deeply inside of you. He turns it onto the lowest setting and goes back to sucking on your clit. You can’t help the way your legs jerk from the stimulation of both the toys and his mouth. You let out a low whine as he turns it up a notch and you try to focus on your breathing while his mouth roams over you. Frankie watches you twitch and moan from the combination of all the pleasure he’s bringing you. He goes back to attentively sucking on your clit and turns the vibrator up to full speed, you let out a small yelp as the vibrator moves inside of you. The vibrations are causing the plug to bounce around inside of you and it’s getting to be a bit too much, the feeling of fullness is teetering on pain.

“Frankie! Pull the plug out please, it’s too much.” You can feel the tears forming in your eyes, Frankie turns the vibrator off immediately and pulls back. He starts to assure you that it’s okay and places his large hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles into the skin there. He reaches for the plug and slowly pulls it out of your body. You immediately relax as your asshole readjusts to being empty. He leans over you and places the plug on your nightstand before kissing your cheek.

“Are you okay Princess, do you want to continue?” It never ceases to surprise you how Frankie can go from totally in control, cold and reserved to caring and attentive in the matter of seconds when it comes to you. You give a little nod but Frankie stays at eye level with you, searching your face.

“Use your words please. I need to hear you say you’re okay.” Frankie caresses your face and places a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Please keep going Frankie, the vibrator and the plug were just starting to hurt. It was just a little too much.” Frankie captures your lips in a long, heated kiss. He nips at your neck before moving down your body and taking up his spot between your thighs again. The two of you hold eye contact for a long moment before he speaks again.

“You look so beautiful all fucked out with your makeup running down your face.” You’re sure your mascara and eyeliner look a mess but he loves it, it’s more physical proof that he’s able to leave you completely shattered and wrecked, in the best way possible. He turns the vibrator back on high and places his tongue back on your clit. You buck your hips up and clench around the vibrator wishing it was Frankie’s cock instead. A layer of sweat has broken out on your skin and you feel unbelievably hot. You reach your shaky hands up to pull the lingerie off your chest, suddenly feeling extremely constricted. Frankie moves his head along with your movement not even bothered by you squirming to get yourself free from the restrictive bra. Your back falls back against the bed and you throw the top on the floor unceremoniously, making a mental note to pick it up at the end of the night. Your third orgasm rips through your body with no warning and you let out a loud whine as your body once again pulses with pleasure. This one was nowhere near as powerful as the first two but it still leaves you panting and pleading for Frankie to leave your poor abused cunt alone.

Frankie looks up again to see if your words are serious or just a jumbled mess of post orgasm pleading. Your half-lidded eyes and blissed out face tells him all he needs to know and he goes back to nudging at your clit with his nose. He pulls the vibrator out of you and replaces it with his tongue. He thrusts his tongue in and out of you and roams over you, making a point to avoid your clit with every pass. You know he’s giving you a break while still teasing you to leave you a whimpering mess against the sheets. Once your breathing evens out slightly he immediately moves back to your clit, sucking on it gently as his fingers massage your entrance.

“Please Frankie, I just want you inside of you.” You cry out and grip his hair. trying to tug him upwards but he easily knocks your hands away from his head. He places an open mouthed kiss to your clit before he pulls away.

“Soon Princess, I think you can give me one more. You can give me another orgasm can’t you, sweet girl?” Frankie’s soothing voice calms your exhausted body and you nod your head.

Frankie scatters a few kisses across your hips before he goes back to assaulting your clit. Your body is so hot, your skin feels like it's on fire but you’re not at your limit yet, you know you can hold out for longer. You just need to focus on Frankie and the way his hand is rubbing gentle circles into your hip bones and how safe he makes you feel. Your mind starts to slip into that warm place and you relax as Frankie works to draw a fourth orgasm out of you. He slips two fingers inside of you and works them at a languid, steady pace. The pressure of his tongue stays light and consistent. He knows your body, he knows how much you can take before you break and he’s making sure to keep riding that edge of complete bliss and total panic. You feel the heat rising in your stomach again and you arch your back as Frankie’s fingers rub against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You feel more tears escape your eyes as you silently scream while your fourth orgasm flows through your body. Your feet kick out against the bed as Frankie works you through your pleasure. Once you rest against the bed again he pulls away from you and starts to rub your thighs.

“You’re doing so good Princess. That’s my girl, I’m so proud of you baby.” Frankie’s strong hands rub away all the tension in your legs and he works his way up and down both of your legs continuing to praise you on how amazing you are and how well you’re doing. A wave of energy over takes you and you sit up to drag Frankie to your lips, pulling his dress shirt away from his shoulders. He holds your head as you work to get his boxers off his body. He presses his tongue into your mouth and pulls you onto his lap, holding your face to his with a hand on the back of your neck. You wrap your arms around him and straddle his thighs, pulling his chest flush against yours as the two of you fight for dominance in your kiss.

“Do you want to sit on my cock?” Frankie presses his forehead against yours and you nod quickly, you’ve been waiting the whole night to have him inside of you. Toys, his fingers and his tongue are all amazing but nothing will ever compare to the feeling of him inside of you. The groans and moans he makes when you clench around him or all the dirty things he whispers in your ear about how tight you are, how warm you feel or how you were made for him, nothing will ever compare. Frankie holds your hips up as you reach between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. You sink down on it and both of you let out loud groans from the feeling. You’ve ridden him so many times over the months but you’ll never get used to that initial contact, no matter how many times you two fuck, you always forget how fucking massive he is. You seat yourself on his cock and rest there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Frankie holds your hips and grinds you back and forth on his lap. Your head lolls back and you let Frankie manipulate your body on top of him. You’re far too exhausted to put too much work in, which Frankie seems fine with because he lays back on the mattress and thrusts upwards into you. You brace yourself on his chest and try to sloppily match his thrusts.

“You look like a fucking mess Princess. My pretty little mess, all because I ruined you.” You let out a loud moan from his degrading words, they do something to you, you love his praise and how gentle and kind he can be but something about his harsh words… they leave you wanting more.

“Yours. Frankie. I’m yours aren’t I?” You match his energy and meet his eyes as you pick up your pace, bouncing on his cock at a faster pace.

“Only mine.” Frankie’s hands leave your hips to grip your head, he brings you down to kiss you, crushing his lips against you. He bites your lower lip and you clench around him causing him to groan into your open mouth.

“Are you going to come for me then Frankie? Are you going to come for your Princess?” You dig your fingers into his chest and whisper the words against him, moving your lips down to suck on the sweaty skin of his throat. Frankie tangles one of his hands in your hair and holds you to his throat while his other one snakes between your bodies to rub against your clit. The position can’t be comfortable for him but he’s so lost in both of your pleasure you’re not sure he even notices.

“We come together. I know you have to be close. You’ve been waiting for me to be inside of your needy pussy all night long haven't you?” You bite down hard on his throat, knowing it’ll leave a mark by the way he lets out a pained groan. He shifts his hips and fucks into you at a brutal pace that has you squeezing your thighs against him to make sure he doesn’t buck you off.

“What can I say Frankie, I know what I want. Can’t blame me for that.” You whisper the words and your voice gets more breathy with each word. You’re right on the edge and you know he is too. Frankie tugs your hair, forcing your head away from his throat and he pulls you against his lips. His thumb speeds up on your clit and your back arches into him as you try to keep up with his brutal pace. You swallow every sound he makes as the two of you let your tongues dance over each other.

“Come for me Princess, give me one more baby.” Frankie’s permission breaks something in you and you let out a pained moan as your fifth orgasm of the night tears through you. Your fingers dig into his skin and his hips stutter as he reaches his peak too. The two of you stay locked in a kiss as both of you ride out your highs. Frankie thrusts up into you lazily, and you collapse onto his chest, panting for air. Your body is too sensitive, everything feels like too much. Frankie pulls out of you as slowly as possible but you still whimper as he drags against your abuse entrance. He moves your body until you’re lying against the mattress and he’s settled above you. He places a soft kiss on your temple before rolling off the bed. He disappears into the en suite and you hear water running. He comes back with a cup of water and one of your washcloths.

Frankie sits on the side of the bed and helps you sit up. He places the water in your hand and then focuses his attention between your thighs. He pulls the bottom of the lingerie down your legs and you wiggle your hips to help as much as possible, he takes the washcloth and gently wipes away your come and his and the leftover lube from the beginning of the night. He stands from the bed and collects the toys and the washcloth and disappears into the bathroom again. You stay on the bed and sip your water, watching as Frankie’s nude body comes back into view. You rake your eyes over his body as he picks up your dress from dinner, the lingerie and his clothes and sets them in the clothing hamper. Frankie finally turns back towards the bed and hauls you out of the bed to pull the top blanket that’s been thoroughly ruined from tonight’s activities. He throws that into the hamper too and pulls back the sheets before helping you lay down. He turns off the light and then settles himself in the bed next to you.

“That was only five orgasms by the way.” He says as he pulls you against his chest, running his fingers up and down your back in a soothing way.

“Whatever Morales. Give me the sixth one in the morning.” You grumble the words out and snuggle further into his chest. Frankie lets out a soft laugh and kisses your hair. He freezes for a moment and clears his throat nervously.

“You know I was thinking, maybe we should find an apartment together. I know your lease is up soon and if I don’t get out of Santi’s house soon I might murder him.” You freeze for a moment and try to work through what he just said, you can feel his heart pounding underneath you. Your relationship with Frankie is shifting, but you come to the realization that you want nothing more than to share more of your life with him, you know what you want and you can’t blame yourself for wanting him. You push yourself up and find his lips in the dark.

“Sounds like a plan, baby. Can’t have you murdering Santi, I like him sometimes.” You mumble the words against his lips and he laughs again before kissing you back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” Frankie presses another soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and you settle back against his chest with a large smile on your face. Frankie is more than just your fuck buddy, he’s more than a guy you lost a bet to, he’s the person you want to build a life with.

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[charnelhouse]

Hi. I’m a fairly new reader. I’m in love with your writing. There’s is something so gut wrenching & oddly nostalgic in the way you write grief, sadness and loneliness. But also…you know how to make a character absolutely hilarious ! Anytime you drop something new, me and my friend rush to tumblr like fans—proud fans btw. I’m currently enjoying WYS and I’m only at chapter 6. I have a few questions so bear with me :

1. I read all your TF stuff FIRST and now I’m reading your WYS au story. Are the character traits/personalities in the TF universe the same for the guys in the WYS universe? I see some similarities but I just wanted to know for sure. Like I noticed that Will is a bit closed off (so far) in Wys, similar to TF. Is this intentional?

2. Once again I’ve only gotten to chapter 6 but is pope interested in Faire? Or will he become interested in her romantically and or physically ? So far he’s a bit cold (which I understand completely) and that’s why I’m asking.

3. I really love how inclusive your stories are. I don’t feel alienated as a reader when I read your stuff. I noticed that you have a Pinterest board for faire. Does faire have a specific face claim or do you leave that up to interpretation? I noticed you had Lori Harvey, Sza and Blake lively (and more) under the faire board. So I’d just like some clarity on that.

4. Do you have guess at how many chapters there will be in total for WYS? Sometimes I like to wait until updates are finished to binge but I’m way too hooked tbh.

5. Girl what is your zodiac sign?! If you don’t believe in that stuff I totally get it. I’m just nosey and want to know. Idk…maybe the way you write angst just makes me want to know what zodiac sign is responsible for making me CRY like this !!! lol!

Hiii omg thank you!!

1. I’m not sure they have a ton to do with each other. Will is very closed off, but I’d say he’s more sane in the TF Poly fics. Frankie is similar. Benny is similar. I didn’t really intend to connect them because the WYS characters have been raised completely differently (they’ve never gone to war, etc). I had my own headcanons for the TF guys and I transferred some of those traits to WYS.

2. Pope is definitely interested in her, but right now he’s trying to create boundaries. He does not spend time with her. He is doing his damndest to not view her as anything, but Charles Faire’s daughter because he’s got ISSUES. He acknowledges that she’s extremely pretty (to him) in the beginning, but then builds a barrier up – avoids her. You’ll see that by Chapter 10, he does like her/feel an interest in her.

3. I’ve tried to be careful about giving her a specific face claim since people like to pretend. Obviously – I have an idea of who I see her as. She definitely has a lot of hair (bc i talk about it a lot during certain acts). Blake Lively is the face claim for Theo (who you meet in ch. 8 i think). If she was in the "Faire Vibes" folder, it's probably because I dug her outfit haha. Honestly – I sort of see her as a Margot Robbie/Ana de Armas combo/mixture. She’s a bunch of things in my head and it tends to change (see below for some vibes)

4. TBD on an exact count, but I highly suggest that you read it with the updates and not wait.

5. I’m a libra haha.

[marcspectrr]

Omg intrigued by the mixed thoughts on the season two wardrobe

Ahdjdk this is one of those things that I'm not sure people will agree with but I'll try to explain :)

First off, I think Emmie (the costume designer) did an amazing job on season 2. I think if the show keeps up with consistency in anything it's in the wardrobe (for the most part). There are certain things that carry over from the first season and it's really fun to fixate on analyze. We see Sarah wearing some of John B's pieces to expand on where they're at in their relationship (a great show-not-tell) as well as some of JJ's wardrobe, which I'll get into in a second.

The thing I love about wardrobe is that if it's treated right, it can tell just as much of the story as any narration or dialogue can. Emmie has said in an interview how one of the challenges she faced in s2 was creating the new looks as far as the different weather and the Pogues going back to school. In s1 we have them lounging around in the sun, presumably some time around the beginning of summer after Hurricane Agatha caused a power outage, leading to a lighter wardrobe. She wanted to symbolize this transition (getting the power back and going back to school) into the clothes, with more colors and patterns and I think it definitely showed.

I thoroughly loved John B's wardrobe mostly because of the attention to detail, I'm pretty sure his was my favorite this season. Both Emmie and Chase were supposedly inspired by the early 90's and Kurt Cobain for his character, which translates very well into John B. I love that the patterned shirts and bandana making a comeback, along with the doodles on his shoes and even the sweater, they're just all very in-character. I also loved this hat for some reason (also, highly recommend this blog as well). Some of my favorite looks...

Out of all of the characters, John B and JJ are seen cycling through some of their wardrobe (their shoes, their hats, etc) which I really like because it's realistic for kids like them to be doing this, especially with being in the lower class.

Kiara's clothes was where I started getting picky. Her wardrobe was inspired by the 70's and overall I think it did her character justice. I liked how they kept the headbands/bandanas going, along with her friendship bracelets while adding in new jewelry that I think fit her character very well (the moon ring and the ying yang necklace, etc). And I absolutely LOVED the reappearance of her sweater from the pilot. These were my favorite :)

I hc that her mom really liked going shopping with her specifically because they had similar taste, she never pushed her into getting clothes that were trendy but instead took her to little thrift shops on the weekends and helped her pick out outfits she could tell Kiara liked. I didn't personally like too many pieces from s2 (s1 is where it's at) but, again, I think they fit her. The main thing that I couldn't move past was the layers. I understand it doesn't really get that "cold" in the obx so wearing crop tops/bralettes under jackets might make sense but to me it was a little confusing. Sometimes I can't help but feel, even though it's a summer teen show, that the clothing on the female characters is just to objectify their bodies.

I think they stayed true to Popes wardrobe too, for the most part. We still got the patterned button ups and I loved the choices on his shoes this season. There were a few shots that felt a little Kooky to me though lol I feel like there's a fine line between what the show has est as the clothes of a Kook and the clothes of Pope (both wear light button ups with maybe boardshorts, very clean looking) but I think the difference lies in the shoes. I also wish he had an accessory like the rest of the Pogues have -- they all have different variations of the bandana and friendship bracelets but I still feel like he could use something that just makes me think 'that's so Pope'. Some of my favorites from him were these.

JJ's wardrobe holds a lot of context for his character and ironically that was part of my problem. He still had his rings, his bracelets and his necklace, and he had his boots for most of the season, occasionally switching to sandals. He still had the bandana hanging out of his back pocket and still wore cut off shirts and ball caps and various T-shirts that have clearly taken some damage. My favorites this season were these.

My problem doesn't exactly reside within the wardrobe choices as much as it does with the shows writing and how they neglected to show/address where he was living. He makes a comment about how he didn't have a place to stay (which is impossibly hard to believe with John B back in the Chateau but whatever this show loves throwaway lines agdjfk) so we're assuming he's homeless after his dad went to jail. That would have a lot to do with what he wears because again, wardrobe should tell a story, and I think for the beginning it was evident he was wearing old clothes as opposed to Kie and Pope, who could've gotten new clothes for school and whatnot.

Overall I think I liked the wardrobe, I just have weird opinions on things and think they're a big deal when they're not. I obviously love the Pogues in plaid any time and I adore when they share clothes (hoping to see some of that with jiara).

[lochnessies]

ok here’s a dissection of a post an anon sent me the link to and bc i have the worst time management possible and i completely forgot i had it lol so sorry anon here you go ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

I am constantly thinking about how Edelgard just doesn’t seem designed to appeal to cishet men.

i hate to be the one to break this news to you op but just because a character doesn’t show skin like charlotte fire emblem doesn’t mean she isn’t designed to pander to men. she’s very much designed to pander to the (majority straight male) player base with her ‘uwu i only trust you professor omg did u see that rat? pls don’t look at my painting of you uwu’.

then there’s the whole edelgard c support in japanese where byleth makes reference to having come to her room for ‘yobi’ which is

there’s also the scene where byleth can make an unsolicited comment about edelgard’s breast size. which is… uhh… gross.

edelgard also has cipher cards that go from slightly fanserviceie to full on suggestive

and also her breast armor that my sister relentlessly mocked lol

and here’s a chart from the 3h subreddit about gender/sexually in regards to edelgard and edeleth. it’s extremely straight male. op might have just overlooked this since they probably don’t go on reddit and stay on tumblr (which unlike reddit is mostly female and has a high lgbt demographic).

Like the joke is that Bleagles is the Gay House, but everything about her feels deliberately non-hetero.

i don’t like where this is going…

She’s dressed in sharp outfits covering her upper body, with proportions that don’t seem exaggerated.

so women who cover up must be lgbt because straight women are naturally more revealing? oh y i k e s

Her poise and the way she effortlessly flourishes her axe exhibits an air of coolness. While titties out =/= character of no substance, Edelgard being dressed more modestly suggests that she wasn’t designed with male-centred fanservice in mind.

“titties don’t equal no substance but here’s my post on how she has more substance because she doesn’t show titties” ok

And she still looks absolutely stunning in her more modest attire (like seriously, I haven’t felt the need to return to cosplay in years but I want to do her academy look so bad). 

yes she does. amazing design 10/10. i have a feeling this is the only part i’m going to agree with

Edelgard is intense. She does not mince her words and she is constantly evaluating you. Though she tries, she has a difficult time understanding her peers initially. Early on, she talks about how she would sacrifice herself and others in the name of some greater good. She is terrible at communicating with her peers. She has to be seen as infallible. Her heart has been hardened for years and she assumes she has to stay that way. She also assumes everyone mourns the same way she does - which is why she (kind of insensitively) insists you move on when Jeralt dies. Because to her, grief has to be channeled towards action, or else you’ll get lost in it. This attitude is demonstrated time and time again as she presses on. It can make her come off as cold and unfeeling - but look closer, and she’s anything but.

don’t really have anything to say at this part. it is pretty on the nose though i would slightly disagree with that last sentence a bit. i wouldn’t say she’s as i feeling as hubert is but all of her talks of the war boil down to how she feels and never her victims.

Her story is ultimately about her realizing that to achieve her goals, she needs to let people in and allow herself to want things like cakes and tea parties and lazy days in peace. 

????? what ????? her goals include imperialism, ethnic and religious targeting. her story is about having a set of beliefs and mowing down anybody who stands in her way. that has nothing to do with tea, friends, and lazy days. also am i supposed to be sad that she has to get up everyday and work? i do that and i didn’t start a war and only throw a pity party for myself

The game leaves the player guessing as to how involved the Flame Emperor was in each Part I event, makes you feel hurt by her betrayal, and leaves you with a choice: do you follow the orders of the woman who tried to make you a god without your consent, or a young girl with questionable morals about to throw the world into upheaval?

this isn’t an ideal situation but i think i’m going to stick with the woman who tried to make me a god since i’m not selfish and i know it’s not only my desires and life at stake here. plus the green hair slaps ngl

Choosing her of your own volition (not for completionist reasons) requires the basic ability to sympathize with a woman’s pain. It also requires the player to read beyond her unwavering will and dubious methods to get a sense of how deep that pain goes and how the theme of humanity relates to her differently in each route.

i’m not going to touch this since @nilsh13 made a post on it that i’ll link here. i agree with everything he said so to repeat it would be redundant.

The player must be able to see a young woman’s desperate resolve to change the world so it stops exploiting people and ruining lives. They must be able to accept the fact that women can make the same morally wrong and ambivalent decisions that complicated male characters get to make all the time and still be the one to root for.

literally the same reason i love rhea lol her goddess experiments are dubious at best but her reasons are the same you mentioned. i would say that i like this quality in edelgard too if her ending, while bloody, actually ended in a good outcome for fodlan.

This is not unique to LGBT+ people, but this population is likely to understand why Edelgard feels so strongly about why she has to change the system. 

i understand wanting to change a system, i really do. like edelgard, i’m an opinionated bisexual woman (who’s also physically disabled) so yeah i get it. and change can be good but it can also be terrible. even if the church was the boogeyman edelgard treats it as she still replaces it with her own shit regime. so it’s the same circus just with a new conductor.

I don’t think “Edelgard gets undue criticism because she’s a woman” captures the full picture. An important aspect of her treatment by certain parts of the fandom is that she’s a radical woman.

or maybe she does some pretty fucked up shit and it goes unacknowledged in her own route. and yeah she’s radical but in all the worst ways.

Her hatred of the Church and the Crest system resonates way harder with people who have been hurt by institutions that are deeply engrained in our society. 

and what about people who have been hurt by systems where their ‘merit’ didn’t measure up and they were left behind? what about people from nations that experienced imperialism?

Siding with her means siding against the Church - which, while different from real world religious institutions, still invokes language about “sin” and “punishment.

yeah the ‘sins’ and ‘punishments’ are used in relation to attempted murders which i think everybody can agree is a bad thing that needs to be condemned.

Choosing Edelgard will likely hit different if homophobic and transphobic Christians used that rhetoric against you.

it has literally nothing to do with ‘sins’ and ‘punishments’ in regards to being gay or trans. that’s you projecting. especially since the church has 2 canon gay characters and two coded ones.

like i can understand why having a church condemn you can be uncomfortable but i’m begging you to please look at the context of what’s happening.

I’m willing to go out on a limb and say that the reason F/F Edeleth is the more popular iteration of that ship because most people who would choose to S-support Edelgard are LGBT+ themselves. This is not a revelation. To anyone in the community, it’s fairly obvious. 

i was talking to nilish and he said

so yeah… while there is definitely sapphic femleth shippers out there, there’s still a whole lot of weird fetishizing going on from straight men about edelgard.

Crimson Flower was my first route. I went into the game knowing absolutely nothing. I played it during the last week of 2020 and hoo boy was it cathartic. 

i can tell. this wasn’t supposed to be a dig but it came out that way and i’m not taking it out.

I felt like I was living out a gay revolution power fantasy, where I could truly change systems of oppression while fighting alongside a group of troubled students I’d shaped the lives of.

so a gay revolution power fantasy (cringe) goes hand in hand with imperialism and installing a dictatorship? also the war had nothing to do with sexuality.

Through your unwavering support, Edelgard learns that she needs to be human, that she must listen to her friends, and that she’s allowed to enjoy the world she’s creating.

edelgard gets to learn how to be human all while hunting those who don’t. and she doesn’t listen fo her friends. she doesn’t even trust them. she’s willing to talk to byleth but keep the people who’s been by her side for five years in the dark about everything. and yeah she gets to enjoy her new words since she’s on top. hate to be a commoner under her rule after she burned down my village in her war.

I love this character so much.

clearly. and i honestly don’t care if somebody likes her. i do as well even if my sometimes scathing words can make it seem otherwise.

It has been six months since I first played and I am still analyzing her,

me too. please help me escape i’m losing my mind

because there’s so much depth. Yet so many people fail to see that depth and dismiss her as evil,

i mean, she does some fucked up shit that goes beyond any of the less than desirable actions of the other main characters and does an extremely poor job in trying to make herself seem innocent. i personally don’t think she’s pure evil but i completely understand where the people who say she is are coming from.

because they never had the will to understand complicated women in the first place. 

that’s big talk from somebody who implies that a gay pope is comparable to homophobic and transphobic irl religions and that leads an oppressive regime all because she uses the vague terms of sin and punishments that you have to gay power fantasy your way out of

[merci278]

All about Wilbur six wives this... Why does nobody made Six Wives musical but with Jschlatt like I'm just saying.

Every person that went on a date with Schlatt or made their their husband had form some sort of trauma that left with it.

Minx, his wife, who he continues to belittle everyday and throw derogatory remarks, makes her cries herself to sleep.

Quackity, his VP, his ex-husband, who only loves him for his fat ass (appeareance not what matters to him sadly) and was insulted everyday, argues him.

Weston, his husband, who schlatt bought him maid outfit, argues with him on daily basis, then made him buy that expensive king kong balls statue because beloved, only for it to shatter it pieces in front of him.

James Charles, his fiancé, they went on a date in among us, he continues to insult him either way.

Andrea Botez, the chess woman? i think fuck mate i dont think you could say anything about Andrea Botez. She is the queen. Idk all i know is after he made Minx his gf, he went on and find another new date.

Wilbur, i guess? Idk lol

Pope Francis, i dont even know anymore PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, anyway schlatt had this guy on his home and throws insults at him and makes him stay ul all night so he could alert if theres any ghosts near by.

[ptersparkers]

truth or dare

summary: you’re the new girl moving in between the cut and figure eight, and sarah wants nothing to do with you. at least, not at first. 

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, and typos, probably. 

notes: omg i’m so happy you guys like what i write for sarah and i read all of your requests! i’ll get to them at some point, promise.

add yourself to my taglist!

Rumor has it that there was a new girl moving onto the Outer Banks for the summer. The only reason why this was special news is because the newcomer lived on the cusp of The Cut and Figure Eight. If Sarah was being honest, she didn’t care about anyone other than the friends she called her family. To watch them “freak out” over someone new who’d be staying in between the two sides of the island made her even less excited for the summer. She had just gotten comfortable with the Pogues - why was something threatening that?

“Maybe we should see if she comes to The Wreck,” JJ proposed one late Friday morning. “You know, see what she looks like.”

“How do you know this person is a ‘she’?” Pope asked. 

“Call it me being hopeful,” JJ replied, winking at the boy. Sarah rolled her eyes.

“That’s gross,” Kiara said, scoffing as she took a seat in the hammock next to Sarah. “Why don’t we just leave this family alone and not do anything stupid this summer?” 

“I agree with Kie,” Sarah said, high-fiving the girl next to her. “You all sound so desperate.” 

“Can’t argue with the Kook,” John B. joked. Sarah gave him a playful glare and bothered him for a bottle of water. 

“Whatever,” JJ said nonchalantly. “It’s all fun and games, really. Summer’s here and I don’t want to do anything that’s not having fun.” 

“I’m gonna head home,” Sarah announced, standing up. “Dad wanted me back for lunch but I’ll be free after one. Meet back at the Chateau?” 

“See ya later,” Pope said, giving her a mock salute as Sarah exited the living space. 

When Sarah walked outside to where her car was parked, she saw you looking down at your phone with a confused expression. What you wore was definitely not appropriate for a summer in the Outer Banks - a long sleeved turtleneck with white tapered pants. Your hair was slicked back in a low ponytail and gold jewelry littered your hands and fingers. 

“Hey,” you said, looking up. Sarah’s attention snapped out of her thoughts and she looked at you, trying to act as if she hadn’t been checking you out. “Can you tell me where The Wreck is?” 

“The Wreck?” Sarah asked, clearing her throat. “Uh, yeah, if you walk down the block and make a right, The Wreck should be on your left.” You took the black sunglasses off of your eyes and looked at her for a brief moment before putting them back on. 

“Thanks, uh...,” you trailed off. 

“Sarah,” she replied. 

“Sarah,” you repeated. “I’m Y/N. I just moved here, if you couldn’t tell.” You gestured at your outfit and laughed at yourself. Oh boy. 

“I can tell,” Sarah said, laughing. 

“Sorry, I don’t wanna keep you if you’re going somewhere,” you said, lazily pointing at her car keys.

“Oh!” Sarah said, momentarily forgetting that she was going home to meet her family for lunch. “I could give you a ride, if you want?”

“What about the whole ‘stranger danger’ rule?”

“I’m not an axe murderer,” Sarah said, laughing. 

“Maybe, but you don’t know if I’m one,” you said, matching her stance with a smirk. Sarah chuckled. “Kidding. I’d love a ride.” Sarah knew she’d be a few minutes late with the time you two had spent talking and the detour she’d have to take. Whatever, she thought. I’ll just say I lost track of time. 

“So, where are you from?” Sarah asked, turning on the engine and leaving the Chateau. 

“New York,” you replied. “My mom’s from the Outer Banks originally and this is the first time we’re staying here for an entire summer.”

“You’ve never visited before?”

“A few times,” you said. “It was when I was much younger and we didn’t stay for very long. I can’t really remember much, if I’m being honest.” 

“I’ve lived here all my life,” Sarah said with a quiet sigh. “It’s nice when there’s no weather storms.”

“I’ll bet. The snow can be deadly in New York when it’s wintertime,” you said dramatically. “But I love it. It’s home, you know?” 

“Yeah,” Sarah said, unsure of what to say. Her car had approached The Wreck and you smiled gratefully at her before unbuckling your seatbelt. 

“Thanks, Sarah. I owe you one,” you said. 

She waved you off. “Nah, it’s not a problem.” You stayed put for a moment before grabbing a sharpie from your bag and holding your hand out for Sarah. She raised an eyebrow and gave you her hand to which you wrote your phone number on it. 

“Here. Don’t be afraid to use it.” You capped the sharpie and put it back in your bag, a satisfied smile on your lips. 

“How will you get home?” Sarah asked.

“My parents are meeting me here,” you explained. “I’ll be fine. See you around?” 

Sarah smiled. “Yeah, see you around.” 

***

“She’s hot,” JJ yelled from outside of the Chateau a week after Sarah had first met you. “And I mean like hot, hot.” 

“Who are you talking about?” John B. asked, quirking his eyebrow from the book he was currently reading. 

“The new girl,” he replied. 

“How do you know she’s not a Touron?” Kie inferred. 

“Heard her talking while I was at the surf shop,” he said, sitting next to John B. “She was telling the cashier about moving here for the summer while he rang her up. Something about moving from New York?”

“New York?” said Kie. “Damn. That’s a whole different lifestyle.” 

“I can’t even begin to explain what she looks like,” JJ retorted. “Like, Kook meets Pogue.”

“That doesn’t help,” Pope said, throwing a pillow at him. It hit JJ on the side of the head and Sarah laughed. 

“I can, um, ask her to hang out with us this afternoon,” Sarah said timidly. All eyes turned on her. “What?” 

“You mean you’ve met her and had her number this entire time?” JJ asked. 

“Um, yes?” 

He scoffed. “You’d keep me from meeting my one true love?” 

Sarah rolled her eyes. “I met her last week before I went home for lunch. She needed directions to The Wreck and I gave her a ride.” Sarah swore JJ’s eyes were going to pop out of his sockets. 

“And you’re telling us this now?” 

“Jesus, JJ,” John B. said. “Calm down, would you?” 

“All I’m saying is Sarah’s keeping me from meeting my future wife and I think that’s a felony.” 

“So fucking dramatic,” Kiara said, rubbing her templed. 

“She gave me her number after I dropped her off but I haven’t texted her yet,” Sarah explained. 

“Well what are you waiting for?” JJ asked, standing up from his spot to stand next to Sarah. “Text her, woman!” 

Sarah pulled out her phone from her back pocket, rolling her eyes at JJ’s eagerness. When she hovered over your contact and was about to type a message, she started at the blank text box. 

“What do I even say?” 

“Here,” JJ said, taking the phone from Sarah. The blonde tried to fight for her phone but JJ’s height allowed him to raise her phone over his head. “Would love to see you again, come meet me at The Wreck,” JJ said. “Let me add a wink emoji for good measure.” 

“Don’t you dare!” Sarah exclaimed, trying to run after JJ. 

“Too late!” he said, handing the phone back to the petite blond. Sarah groaned when she saw the message had delivered and furiously typed another message. 

“Jeez, you’re making it sound like I want a second date,” she said, huffing. 

“Well I want a first date,” JJ replied.

sarah: sorry about that message. my friend stole my phone

She waited anxiously for you to reply. 

y/n: lol, it’s okay. you sure that wasn’t coming from you? 

Sarah tried her best to not get flustered in front of her friends. 

sarah: i mean, i really want you to come hang out with me and my friends

You didn’t miss a beat. 

y/n: i’d love that! and this time i’ll wear proper clothing lmao

sarah: we’re gonna be there later this afternoon, is that okay with you?

y/n: be there or be square!! 

Sarah giggled and the Pogues looked at one another, confused as to what had pulled out such a high-pitched laugh from the blonde. 

“Okay,” Sarah said, looking up. “Y/N’s gonna meet us at The Wreck.”

“Y/N,” JJ said, letting your name slip off of his tongue. “I like it. Easy to say, but I can’t wait to hear her say my name.”

“Jesus,” Kiara said, playfully banging her head on the side of John B’s arm. “Can you stop being weird for just one second?”

“Nope,” he said, winking at her. “I’m gonna get her to go on a date with me by the end of the month. If it happens, it happens.”

“And if it doesn’t happen?” Pope asked. 

JJ shrugged. “I’ll shut up about girls for the rest of the summer.”

John B. snorted. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.” 

“I swear,” he said, crossing his heart. “You guys can call me out on it and I won’t argue with you.”

“Okay,” Kiara spoke. “I can get behind this.” 

“So, do we have a deal?” JJ looked around the room and stuck his hands out, waiting for an answer.

“We have a deal,” said John B and the rest of the group agreed. 

Sarah didn’t know how she felt at that moment. While the rest of the Pogues sat around and laughed at whatever Pope had just said, she couldn’t help but replay the conversation that just occurred in her head. There was no way she actually had some feelings for you, a stranger she had met a week ago, right? Besides, did you even like girls? 

All she knew was she couldn’t wait until this afternoon. 

***

The Pogues had gotten to The Wreck ten minutes earlier and Sarah didn’t know why she was so anxious. You were just someone she met so why was her leg bouncing up and down? 

“Tell me why I’m kind of nervous,” said JJ. 

“You’re acting like you’ve in love with her,” Pope said. 

“I mean, basically.” 

Kiara rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even spoken to this girl. What if she’s an absolute nut job and ends up getting all of us arrested?”

“She’s not a nut job,” Sarah said. 

JJ shrugged. “I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m excited to convince someone to ditch the Kook lifestyle.” 

“I don’t think Y/N knows what that means,” Sarah replied. “She’s just gonna be here for the summer.” 

“Still,” he said, taking a french fry from the center of the table. Kiara’s father had graciously provided the group with a free lunch, thanks to Kiara’s insistence and promising him that they would help him build the shed he had in his backyard. 

“Sarah?” you said. Your voice rang through her head and she whipped her head around at the sound of her name coming from your mouth. Her lips lifted upwards and drank in your appearance - high waisted mom jeans, a black tank top, and a loose linen button down shirt draped over your shoulders. 

“Y/N,” Sarah said, standing up from the table she sat at. You met her halfway and gave her a squeeze, looking over her shoulder to see four pairs of eyes on you. 

“Hi,” you said, offering a small wave and a genuine smile. 

“Woah,” Sarah heard from behind her. She looked at the boys and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. JJ was obviously starstruck and John B’s mouth was hanging slightly ajar. Pope was the only smart one; he hadn’t bothered to send a wink you way or made any attempt to make it seem like he was gawking at you. 

“This is Y/N,” she introduced. “She just moved from New York last week.”

“JJ,” said the blond, standing up and almost tripping over himself. You chuckled at his antics and held your hand out for him. JJ, being the flirt he was, pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and Sarah let out an audible groan.

“Stop being weird,” she muttered. 

“I guess chivalry isn’t dead,” you commented as JJ held your hand limp in his. JJ winked. 

“Never, Y/N.” 

“This is Kiara,” Sarah said, pointing at the only other girl at the table. Kiara grinned and waved at you from where she sat. “That’s Pope.” Pope awkwardly waved and stood up to shake your hand, which you did. “And that’s John B.” Sarah could see the hint of pink appear on John B’s cheeks. The boy, who had never really paid much attention to girls, was flustered over someone he had never spoken to before. 

“Nice to meet you all,” you said. “ So do you go by John or John B?”

“The ‘B’ stands for Booker,” he explained. “But everybody just calls me ‘John B.’”

“That’s unique,” you commented. “I can’t say that I’ve ever known anyone who refers to themselves with an initial.” 

“What about me?” JJ asked. 

“Well yours like a nickname,” you said. “I feel like JJ might be pretty common.” JJ didn’t respond and Sarah chuckled. “Anyway, I’m starving.”

“Whatever you want is in the house,” Kiara explained. “My dad owns The Wreck and everything’s on us.” 

“Oh, no,” you combated, pulling your wallet out. “Absolutely not. I’m more than happy to pay for my meal.”

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” JJ mocked, winking at you. 

“Seriously,” Kiara said, pushing your hand back. “Don’t sweat it.” 

“You guys,” you said, jutting your bottom lip out. “I haven’t even known you for ten minutes and you’re gonna make me cry.” 

The Pogues laughed and Sarah was glad that you all had gotten along so nicely. 

As the weeks went by, Sarah hid in the shadows when it came to you. Whenever you went to parties at The Boneyard, you were constantly surrounded by Kooks, Tourons, and other Pogues alike. When you were with her friends, JJ and John B. hadn’t stopped pestering you about life in New York and it was almost as if they were in a silent competition of who could take you on a date first. 

But whenever Sarah could get you alone, it was like no one in the world mattered. You were more open, honest about how you felt about moving to the Outer Banks and what you missed about New York. She could feel her heart continuously growing whenever you spoke about things you didn’t say whenever John B. or JJ were around.

It was Pope who had noticed Sarah’s feelings for you and encouraged her to go for it. Sarah hadn’t considered the idea of falling for a girl but that changed the second she saw you wear a long sleeve on the hottest day of the summer. She just didn’t know if you felt the same. 

***

“Okay, truth or dare,” Kiara said as you all sat on Sarah’s boat in the middle of the bank. It was a fairly warm night and Sarah had offered to use her boat, equipped with fairy lights, snacks, and refreshments. 

“I’m far past the point of telling you we aren’t in middle school because we’re just gonna play it,” JJ said, shrugging. He took a seat next to Kiara while you sat in front of him, Sarah to your left, John B. to your right, and Pope on the other side of Kiara. 

“I haven’t played this in ages,” you said, laughing. You had one beer earlier that night but decided to stay sober for the rest of the night and fostered a bottle of cold apple juice. 

“John B,” Kiara said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he replied. 

“I dare you to raise your hand for the next three rounds every time you want to say something.” 

“Are you being serious?” he said, deadpanning. 

“John B. didn’t raise his hand!” JJ exclaimed. John B. raised his hand reluctantly and you all took turns making fun of his predicament. 

“Sarah, truth or dare?” Pope asked.

“Truth.”

“Out of everyone here, who would you date if you had to?” Sarah stared at Pope and wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. 

“I’m not answering that,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You have to!” JJ exclaimed. “You answer or I throw you overboard.”

“You wouldn’t,” she said. “Actually, don’t answer that.” 

“So who’s it gonna be?” JJ wiggled his eyebrows, taunting the blonde who wanted nothing more than to turn the boat around and crawl in a hole. 

“Y/N,” she mumbled. 

“I’m sorry?” Pope teased, cupping his ear with his hand. 

“Y/N,” she said a little louder. “She’s the only one of us who isn’t a complete dumbass.” 

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” you said while the Pogues laughed. 

“Y/N,” JJ said, turning his body to look at you. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you said with a shrug. 

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person on this boat.” 

Sarah’s stomach filled with dread. She was overcoming the embarrassment of Pope’s question but couldn’t bear to watch you kiss her friends and, again, seriously thought about cutting the game short and driving back to the dock. But what would only look weird. 

You weren’t stupid. You knew JJ and John B. hadn’t been shy about their infatuation with the new girl who would be staying in the Outer Banks for the summertime. JJ had been over flirtatious with you that you had grown accustomed to his behavior and it didn’t bother you as much when Kiara told you that’s how he behaved around every girl he hadn’t known for a long time. 

When JJ asked the question, you looked around the group and made sure to keep lingering eye contact with the two boys who looked like they were trying hard to seem more attractive in that very moment. You bit your lip, taking your sweet time choosing the person you’d kiss to fulfill the dare. You locked eyes with JJ and he licked his lips. Sarah felt her stomach drop.

But before JJ could do anything, you turned to your left, cupped Sarah’s jaw, and pressed your lips against hers. 

Sarah paid no mind to the gasps of her friends and, instead, relished the feeling of your ultra soft lips moving against hers. She didn’t know what to do with her hands because her mind was wrapped around the fact that the girl she liked was kissing her, really kissing her, in front of her friends unapologetically. 

“Okay,” Kiara said, coughing. You broke apart and there was an audible “pop,” Sarah’s lip gloss shining apparent on yours. You turned to look at JJ, who sat with his mouth wide open, speechless. The boy sat with stars in his eyes and he couldn’t help but feel flustered at the fact that all this time he had been hitting on someone who didn’t swing his way. Or at least, not this time. 

“I’m shook,” Kiara said. “But I totally saw that coming.”

“I second that,” Pope said, pointing at you both. 

“Hold up,” John B. said, scratching the back of his head. “Now I feel like an idiot.”

“I bet JJ feels like a bigger idiot,” Pope said, not bothering to hide his laughter.

“Shut up,” he said, shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the blush on his cheeks. 

“You poor baby,” you said, standing up. You walked behind JJ, who you had grown comfortable enough around, and hugged him from behind. “Your efforts were really sweet.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and he laughed, squirming to get out of your grasp as the group began to laugh at your antics. 

“Chivalry still isn’t dead,” he said. “I’m just not gonna hit on you anymore.” You let go of JJ and returned back to your seat, looking at Sarah. 

“You good, Cameron?” you asked, quirking your head to the side. 

“Perfect,” she said, her confidence building. “You?” You bit your lip and nodded. 

“Almost. I think I need another kiss.” 

***

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[a-wandering-ghoulette]

Copia as Papa: the blue papal ensemble first thoughts

I won't beat about the bush: I’m convinced the color is important. We’re used to Popes in black (yeah PE1 wore white, but can't we agree it’s not that surprising?) and now we have this strange bird showing off. So much can be said about this color! Let me add “few” things which, to me, seem accurate or would have personnaly inspired me in the choice of this color, based on the middle age, plague-ish and Renaissance theme following Copia so far:

First of all, starting from the XIIth century blue is a new, trending color, symbol of wealthyness and aristocracy. Deep and vivide tons are the most expensive. It’s said blue colors used to be more expensive than those using gold powder.

During the XIIth century, blue already tended to replace black even in the funeral rite and religious objects.

Catholics didn't accepted the use of blue that easily. Wearing blue was considered as a surge of pride. Actually, they didn’t really care about what people wore but still, it was unworthy of a good Christian. It was a true moral fight opposing the big bad blue of the nobles and Protestants to the imperious red and discreet black of the Christianity.

Copia as a Cardinal often wore red and black, traditional colors, and seemed a little bit clumsy and oopsy oops sorry Nihil aha ‘living now byebye~. Now he’s in blue and he’s the new Pope and he's like eh there can be only 1 Pope, shoo~! Mere coincidences, most certainly, but I wanted to highlight this.

After the Black Plague strucked Europe, wearing blue wasn’t well seen. First, because it’s expensive to produce and european countries are ruined. So decreats were made to stop this hunger for luxurious textile goods. Secondo, ethic: to keep a christian tradition of modesty and righteousness. Young people and women were targeted and repression on innovative ideas were made bc they were “disturbing the established order and moral”. Finally, ideology: a need to initiate segregation between classes and genders. To maintain strong barriers and avoid mixes between classes is a priority and the outfit -the complexity + color- is the first sign of social classification. To break these borders, it’s to break the order desired by God, which is both dangerous (boooo fear the return of the plague!) and sacrilagious.

About the Holy Mary™ (bc I saw posts about that and I know some of you are just joking around and it’s 100% okay! I’m adding that for those who may want/need more infos). Blue started to be associated to Mary during the XIIIth century, and let's be honest, the most noticeable symbolism in that is they used an expensive pigment to depict Mary bc she is a very important biblical figure. Blue wasn’t that valorised symbolicaly speaking at the time, it was too early, not trending enough yet.

So according to me, here Copia is basically showing off all his pride to the eyes of the world and most certainly his will to be a great leader, while sticking with this idea of “death” surrounding him since he first appeared. He’s totally breaking the habits established so far (it already started with Prequelle released. I meaaaan....!!!).

(For the most curious soul: read the book Blue-The History of a Color by Michel Pastoureau. Good shit, well written and documented!)

If I can easily speculate on the color and complexity of his ensemble, when it comes to the embroidery I admit I don't have brain Brig enough lol. However, I instinctively want to shout: “I see astronomy mixed to alchemy here, all followed by Baroque like arabesque, aaaah!!”, but I wonder: what’s going on here?

The first thing I spotted is the G ending on a star, as if it’s pointing at it, wanting us to look at it closely. Indeed, it guide our eyes to it. Is there a comparison to do with Ursa Major and the North star?  I’m kinda confused bc of its look. The symetrical shapes makes sens with the whole aesthetic of the outfit, but the G doesnt look like anything else on this ensemble. Everything is full of arabesque or fine lines, and here we have a thick sharp shaped G (and is it silver or blue? I wanna see HD close ups! ;;). Don’t get me wrong, I think it looks super cool! I’m simply confused because I feel like I’m missing the point here. I’m curious to see what you think about it! (EDIT rightafterpostingthis: Wait, constellation ! I'm stupid aha, it's a constallation.)

We also have this:

I instinctively see cardinal points and the compass rose. Very important when you observe the sky. Again, with the G pointing at the star, this symbol bring the notion of direction, discovery, travel, guiding us/ourself. It’s a tool meant to help us... And the G is centered. But let’s not speculate more than necessary, it’s a bit too early for that.

Alchemy, the Heptagrams :

I don’t know much about them tbh. It’s some good alchemy stuff, about universe and perfection, and it’s also used in occultism/paganism, and catholicism (7 days of the creations + protection against... the evil?).

About the stones. Lot of blue ones apparently. Let’s say it’s meant to be saphirres: stones use to make amulet for travellers, protection against the plague and various nervous illness and such. Note that “saphirre” also refered to “lazulis” during Renaissance(people were confusing them. Both blue stone, can't blame them). Another reason why blue is such an important color here! Fun fact: saphirre also symbolize honesty, fidelity and truth.

Overall, the ensemble looks like a mystic map of the sky and I just love it! These notions also go along with my idea that Copia's character development is bases on Middle Age/Renaissance humanism and opening of minds toward the world, letting go of old beliefs. I mostly linked it with astronomy and alchemy, with historical/social bacground, but I’m pretty sure people into astrology and paganism will surely have a lot to say as well! Let’s see what others interpretations you’ll come with... And what Tobias actually has in mind!

[weasleypogues]

the new carrera (j.m.)

request: could you do one where y/n is kie’s adopted sister&hangs around the pogues? She takes a liking to jj. One day, they’re swimming at John b’s, she watches jj get out of the water. Kie says that she isn’t being discreet. He catches her gaze. Later, she goes down to the dock to help clean up. He says that he saw her watching him earlier&he asks why. She says that she likes him&he says that he likes her too. They share their first kiss&become a couple. Then it leads to something more.

i hope u enjoy this!! i actually had a lot of fun giving kie a sister but i really hope i got the timeline and everything correct! if not than we’ll just use our imagination aha

i also got very carried away so im sorry for the length of it lol

masterlist.

mike and anna carrera welcomed you into their family with open arms. after neglection from your birth parents and being taken in by the state, foster care was the only option. half way through freshman year and into sophomore year was when your foster parents mike and anna took care of you. their daughter kiara was away at something they called “kook academy”? it took you a while to figure out the slang in the outer banks but soon realized that it was almost like a boarding school for rich kids. even though she was there, you still headed to the local public high school to continue your education but you didn’t really care. all you knew was that you kept your head down and tried to blend in as much as possible. 

a part of you longed for kiara’s company to help guide the way through the social standards in the outer banks and get a first hand experience from someone your own age, but alas, you were alone. 

it didn’t take long for the state to come to the terms that mike and anna were your safest bet to a happier and fulfilling life out of foster care. this lead to your final adoption into the carrera family and you were ecstatic to say the least.

the day kiara came home was the day that the papers were signed and the only thing racking your brain was the approval of you into her family, being as she was an only child. as you walked downstairs from your bedroom to see mike and anna holding a cake with candles, you spotted kiara next to them with a wide smile and you were filled with happiness. this is all you ever wanted. 

you and kiara clicked immediately. after late night talks getting to know each other intricately, it seemed meant to be.

“why do i feel like we were meant to sisters? like obviously we aren’t blood but there has to be a reason that this happened.” kiara exclaimed one night at 3:46 am as you both laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. your heart bursted inside of your chest and tears welled in your eyes. 

“it’s gotta be fate, kie.” you answered shortly, because if you spent any more of your breath speaking longer you were sure that a small happy sob would erupt from your mouth. you felt kie’s hand next to yours and simultaneously linked your pinky’s together as a light breeze came through her open window. the stars and moon lightly illuminated the room and this felt like an actual movie. 

you didn’t realize you would get this lucky.

the next morning kiara explained to you that she really really wanted to introduce you to the rest of the pogues. summers with them was always the best time of her life and she wanted to include you in those memories. you agreed without hesitation.

“so pack a bag and they’ll pick us up at the dock in 30!” kiara said, placing her dishes in the dishwasher and taking the last sip from her water.

“wait, do they know i’m coming?” you asked, scared that maybe you were barging in on their plans or maybe they didn’t want you coming in the first place.

“yes, (y/n)! don’t worry! you’re gonna love them.” she replied with a smile and with that, you both went to pack bags and coolers for the day on the marsh. 

you rubbed your nervously sweaty hands on the side of your shorts as you waited by the front door for kie. she walked down in a tie-dye shirt and shorts, picking up her backpack and cooler that she left packed at the bottom of the stairs.

“do you think i should be fine with wearing this?” you asked kiara nervously, comparing your outfit to hers.

“yes, (y/n/n)! don’t stress, we’re practically wearing the same thing!” she responded with a chuckle before opening up the front door. you glanced down at your white graphic tee and jean shorts with birkenstocks and let out a breath you had been holding in. you weren’t sure why you were stressing so much. was it because you were about to be faced with three random guys? or maybe they would recognize you from school and associate their thought of you with the weird quiet girl? or maybe they’re the type of people that doesn’t like a person until said person gives them a reason to like them? you blinked hard, trying to clear your thoughts of any anxious feelings and just had to prepare yourself for a good day on a boat. 

“hey boys!” kiara called out as you two walked down the wooden ramp to the boat that wasn’t stopping for you and kiara to board. if i slip and fall trying to get onto the moving boat i might just ask mike and anna to unadopt me and runaway to avoid embarrassment. 

“you got my kind of juice boxes kie?” the blonde one asked. you associated this as jj as kiara gave you a quick rundown last night of everyone’s names and personalities. she laughed and rolled her eyes at his question.

“as a matter of fact, yes i do.” kiara said as she took the blondes hand to help her onto the boat. process of elimination you knew that pope wasn’t the white guy driving the boat and you gave him a small smile and thank you as he held out a hand for you to board. 

“boys, this is my new sister, (y/n)! (y/n), these are my boys.” kiara introduced you guys, with a proud tone. before they could say anything you put your hands up to stop them.

“kie tried quizzing me last night so let me try to get this before you guys say anything. so john b, pope, and jj?” you inquired, pointing to them in the correct order as you announced their name.

“impressive.” pope said with a smile and with his eyebrows raised.

“taught her well, i see.” john b followed up, his eyes staying on the marsh.

“sooo, (y/n). what shit did kiara warn you about us?” jj asked playfully as he caught a beer bottle kiara threw towards his direction.

“uhh, you sure you guys wanna know?” you asked in a tone that would definitely put them on edge because you were messing with them. all of their faces were a mixture of being intrigued, shocked, and slightly offended at the thought that kiara only told you bad things.

“i’m joking, all the good stuff. don’t worry.” you responded, leaning back as you took a sip from your water bottle.

“so (y/n), think you can get used to our pogue life quickly?” john b asked, glancing over to you quickly and than back to the marcsh in front of him. 

“fingers crossed.” you said as you lifted your eyebrows and chuckled. your eyes followed jj’s body as he made his way to the front of the boat. groans all escaped the groups mouth besides yours as they realized what he was doing.

pope made his way to move to the back to use john b as a shield. kiara watched from her seat, almost accepting her fate.

“here we go again....” john b somewhat yelled out as the engine became louder. your eyebrows furrowed together as you watched jj lift his beer in front of his face at an angle without it touching his lips. the beer spewed out of the bottle, as he tried to aim in his mouth. this however, didn’t end well because you felt beer spill all over you and into your eyes, a slight yell coming from your mouth. 

you and kiara exchanged a glace as your eeyes were wide but you couldn’t help the smile forming on your face. both of you simultaneously looked back to john b who mouthed ‘hold on’ and you didn’t hesitate to grab onto the nearest thing that would stop you from being launched anywhere further.

john b brought the boat to a sudden halt and jj went flying into the air, a loud spalsh following, soaking you more than the beer did. the four of you laughed as you, kie and pope ran to the front of the boat to watch him emerge from the water.

“fuck you john b.” jj seemed to mutter out as he groaned. kiara made her way to john b to help him anchor the boat as pope put out his hand for jj to take. as he took his sweet time swimming back to the boat, you quickly took off your shirt and shorts, revealing your bathing suit and jumped right into the semi-cold water. the water was almost a shock to you and you quickly swam up to catch your breath. when jj hopped back on the boat was when john b and pope jumped in with excited faces right after you. 

“kie, come on! the water feels great.” you called out to your new sister. as kiara took off her shirt and shorts, ready to jump in after you, you watched jj walk right in front of her, stopping her in her path. he was saying something to her that you couldn’t make out because of john b and pope speaking right next to you and splashing, but also because you were too focused on him.

you admired the way little droplets of water rolled down his toned back or dropped from the tips of his blonde hair. you watched the way he reached into the cooler and pulled out two cans of beer and handed one to kie, and how the bracelets covering his wrists would slide slightly up and down depending on how his hand was moving. he quickly turned back around but you still didn’t feel the need to pull your eyes away from his body, subtly checking him out. 

the only thing that snapped you out of it was when jj hollered out to you three in the water. “i said that kie can only go in the water under the circumstance that she shotguns this beer with me beforehand.” and with that he caught your eyes and gave you a smirk and a wink. your face would feel hot if it wasn’t for the cold water you had submerged yourself in. you smiled and kept yourself afloat to watch them shotgun. it only took 6 seconds for them to finish the beers and the threw the cans on the floor of the boat, jumping in immediately.

the rest of the day was filled with swimming and messing around. they made you feel welcomed immediately. you didn’t feel the need to censor anything you say around them to fit in, really because they didn’t censor themselves in the first place in front of a stranger. kiara had the best friends ever and you were excited for what this would bring in the future. the next couple of hours seemed to fly by and it wasn’t long until you all sat silently, taking in the sunset as john b drove the boat back to his house. your skin felt warm although the breeze cooled you down. all the guys seemed almost eager to get off the boat to settle on steady land in john b’s house and you stayed back to walk with kiara.

“i don’t care if you are into jj or not. but if you want this to be a little secret, i would suggest not being so obvious next time.” kiara teased you as you took her hand to hop off the boat onto the dock.

“fuck, really? thats kinda embarrassing...” you replied, feeling your face get warm as you tugged at your hair at the root in deep thought. 

“just be careful with him. he’s kinda into hookup culture.” kiara responded, and you felt your heart sink slightly. you were never the one to be into just hooking up and that’s it. and if you were, you didn’t want that to happen with jj. you liked the idea of jj and thought he was fun, loyal, and spontaneous to and with his friends. you joked here and there as you and kie made your way into john b’s house, placing down your bags to relax yourselves on the couch.

although, you quickly patted down your shorts pockets and looked through your backpack. “fuck, i think i left my phone on the boat. cool if i go back to look for it?” you asked, your question really being targeted towards john b as it was his boat. john b nodded and quickly swallowed his water before waving his hand for you to go.

“here, i’ll help you go look for it.” jj said as he stood up, leaving his spot next to pope on the couch. you gave him a small smile before you both made your way out of the house and down the front stairs. your heart raced as the walk down to the boat was silent. should i say something? does he hate the silence? if he hated to the silence he could say something if we wanted to. maybe i should say something....

jj hopped onto the boat with ease and held out a hand to help you on and steady yourself which you gladly took. “what does it look like?”

“it has a clear case and it’s a white phone.” you responded, searching the back of the boat while he searched the front.

“you know....i saw you looking at me earlier after i hopped back on the boat.” jj stated, walking towards you as he waved your phone in his hands. you, maybe too quickly, shot up and looked at him before grabbing it out of his hands.

“ohh, uh, aha. you did?” you responded, feeling awkward. kie was right, you weren’t really being discreet. “it’s just that-”

“i kinda liked it.” jj spoke confidently, giving you a small smirk. you let out a deep breath and couldn’t fight back the smile you were holding back. “i think you’re really cute, y’know.”

“i gotta say the same to you, maybank.” you said, feeling this new found confidence come out of nowhere. jj didn’t hesitate leaning in and placing his lips on yours. you felt your heart flutter but kissed right back immediately. you left your left hand make it’s way to the nape of his neck while your right one rested on his chest. he held your waist and slightly pulled you closer to him, making you smile slightly into the kiss.

it felt instant but also an eternity when you two pulled away. “is this what you pogues do often? because i could get used to it.” you joked and smiled, as he rolled his eyes playfully and laughed in response.

you really could get used to him doing that.

so i didn’t wanna make them end up together bc it was so soon but im happy with that ending lol, i hope u liked it <3

[obxlife]

Firsts (Topper x Reader)

A/N: Okay so this is my first Topper request and tbh kind of nervous to post this lol. I decided to do it with both fluff and smut but I made the smut cute because it’s like the first time they have sex and what not so… yeah lol. I had to come up with a cute date and like bro, I’ve never been on a date before so I had NO clue what I was doing but whatever. 

Pairing: Topper x Reader

Word count: 3,870

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut fluff (or just fluff if you're not comfortable with smut) of y/n and a post-redemption Topper after their first time together and like the cute date that goes beforehand maybe pretty please?😊 I just think that would be very adorable.

Summary: You and Topper had found solace in each other after John B’s and Sarah’s disappearance. After months of hanging out together, it’s your first date. You’re nervous and excited, and you can’t believe how the date ends (sorry I suck at summaries)

Warnings: FLUFF at first and then SMUT (but it’s vanilla mostly lol). Loss of virginity and fingering. Also, I think swearing. THIS IS A POST REDEMPTION TOPPER FIC SO HAVE THIS INFORMATION IN MIND WHEN READING

FIRSTS

After John B and Sarah disappeared, everybody’s world seemed to fall apart. 

This included yours, mainly because you had secretly been in love with John B your whole life. You had grown up together, which was something given due to the fact that you were next-door neighbors. JJ had tagged along to your friendship soon enough, and then Pope and Kie. 

So, yes, the night they went missing and were presumed dead, you thought it was the end of your life. John B, your best friend and the boy you had fallen in love with, was gone.

The months after their disappearance the Pogues fell apart. We didn’t know how to be together without John B. We didn’t know what our friendship meant without John B. We didn’t know ourselves without John B.

And so you returned to being a loner just as you had been when you were small, before you met John. During those lonely months, you would lounge around the beach and the forest surrounding your house.

Being alone was peaceful but hurtful at the same time. You missed having people around you, and you missed sharing laughs and jokes with the Pogues. However, you liked how silent it was, and how you didn’t have to ignore JJ’s dirty innuendos or Kie’s rants about the planet. 

One day, about six months after your friends’ disappearance, your peaceful bubble was broken. Topper stumbled upon your frame, perched on top of a fallen tree, on the beach. You hadn’t heard him at first, too focused on the crashing of the waves upon the sand. But then he spoke. 

“Hey,” he muttered softly. Startled, you sat up, almost falling from the trunk you were laid upon. You turned your eyes towards Topper and glared, not really liking him. However, your eyes softened when you realized he looked eerily similar to you. His eyes were sunken and surrounded by dark bags while his skin was pale. His frosted tips were darker than usual, indicating that he hadn’t been out much. 

“Hey,” you muttered uncomfortably. Your voice sounded hoarse and scratchy, which surprised you. You hadn’t spoken to someone in so long that you had forgotten what your voice sounded like. 

Topper took a seat beside you, jumping onto the tree trunk. Your legs were down towards the ground, while your hands were right before your pelvic bone. You noticed you were twiddling your thumbs, which you normally did around John B when you were nervous. Was Topper making you nervous?

You forced your fingers to stay still.

“You look just as bad as me,” he muttered out with a soft smile, finding your pain humorous. 

You nodded, biting your lips. You didn’t know what to say or how to reply. 

“Do you think they’re alive?”

You shook your head. Topper sighed at your answer. “Yeah, me neither.”

You both stayed silent for a while, basking in each other’s presence. It was weird to be around someone again, especially since that someone was Topper. It was weird because you didn’t hate him as the rest of friends did. You found him to simply be troubled. He had been cheated on by Sarah, and he had been trying to deal with those feelings when she had disappeared. You also knew from Kie (who you had spoken to about four months ago) that Topper had helped them escape from the burning church the night before they disappeared. 

You thought Topper was misunderstood. Much like you felt right now.

“Hey,” you spoke out softly. “I’m sorry about the shit you were put through. From Sarah and from us.”

Topper nodded. “I probably deserved it.”

You shook your head. He really didn’t deserve it. “I’m still sorry.”

You both fell silent again. Sharing your pain with Topper was oddly comforting, even if you weren’t speaking. 

Soon enough, you found yourself meeting Topper at the beach every day. He was a lot more fun than you had ever imagined him to be, and you felt that, little by little, you were helping each other be okay again. He began to invite you to his house and his boat and you couldn’t help but agree to go along, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. 

During the sunset of one of your many days together he kissed you. You hadn’t been speaking much, but he had gained your attention which caused you to look into his eyes. He was different than when you had seen him for the first time all those months ago on the beach. His hair was frosted again and his skin was tan and he looked happy. You felt you had changed in a similar way to him as well. 

And so he leaned forward and he kissed you. And it was everything you had ever felt for John B and so much more. He was gentle and soft and kind and it was a perfect first kiss. You wouldn’t have changed a thing about it. 

Exactly two days later, Topper asked you out on a date. You, of course, had to say yes. 

Which brought you to where you were now. Nervous and with no idea as to what to wear. You didn’t have nice clothes and you didn’t think anything would be up to par with where Topper was going to take you. 

You were startled by your phone ringing. You reached out to it and smiled at Topper’s name across the screen before panicking. 

“You’re here already? I thought you said five!” you exclaimed nervously.

Topper laughed. “No, no. I just had to let you know that you shouldn’t worry about your clothes. I’m not taking you anywhere that’s too Kooky yet.”

“What do you mean?” you voiced out. You thought you were going to a fancy restaurant. 

“Just get dressed, Y/N,” Topper stressed out. “And don’t worry about what you need to wear. You look great in everything.”

And then he hung up. His help had made you decide that you were going to wear the exact same outfit in which you had met him (which was one of your favorite outfits because it made your butt look good). After putting all of your clothes on, you moved towards your bathroom, brushing your hair and your teeth. Then you picked up what was left of your mother’s makeup.

Your mother had died two years ago, and you had never shown much interest in makeup. At lost not as much as she did. You never got the chance to learn how to do your makeup as your mother would do hers, and now that she had passed away and you actually wanted to learn, but you didn’t have anyone to teach you. You wanted to feel closer to your mother and know how to do your makeup, but that was a battle for another time. For now, you only coated your eyelashes in mascara (after curling them, of course. You weren’t that lost).

Satisfied with how you looked, you turned towards your front door and checked the time on your phone. It wasn’t five yet. 

Your nerves were consuming you. You had never been on a date before and you had no idea what to expect. All you wanted was for it to be perfect. 

Time seemed to be ticking by a lot slower than you were used to, and your heart was beating so fast inside of your chest that you thought you might have a heart attack. You had nothing to distract yourself, and all you wanted was to not be nervous. That was obviously impossible.

You heard a car pull up outside, and you ran out towards the door. Flinging it open, you saw Topper’s car, just as he was hopping out of the driver’s seat. In his hands was a single sunflower, which made you smile. You went out to reach him, pulling him into a hug and breathing in his scent. He smelled of his cologne. 

“Hi,” you said once you had pulled away from him. He smiled down at you and quickly pecked your lips. 

“Hey,” he removed his hands from your body and gave you the flower in his hand. He smiled as you took it. You grabbed onto his hand and dragged him inside with you, where you placed the flower into a tall glass. You didn’t own any vases.

With that, you both went outside and hopped into his car. Revving his engine, you took off down the street. 

“Where are you going?” you asked impatiently and giddily, ready to have your first date. Your nerves had died down a little now that your hand was in Topper’s.

“I can’t tell you. I just know you’re going to like it.”

You pouted at him, causing him to laugh a little. Instead of forcing it out of him, you tuned towards your window and opened it, letting the breeze drift through your hair. You closed your eyes.

You hadn’t realized that you had arrived until Topper squeezed your hand. Opening your hand and turning towards the building in front of you, you read ‘Go-Kart Center’.

“No way!” you said, turning towards Topper and hugging him. You had mentioned you had never gone Go-Karting a couple of months ago, and you had expressed that it was something you really wanted to try. 

“You like it?” Topper asked while unlocking the car and pushing his door open. 

“I love it!” you spoke out, excited to finally try something new. Topper was happy that he had made you smile the way you were smiling. He loved that he was the one that made your day brighter because he felt like you did the same for him. He loved that he could be the one to 

He grabbed onto your hand and dragged you into the building and up to the front counter, paying for fifteen rounds around the pit. 

After that, you moved towards the helmets, placing a hair net over your head before fastening them on. You followed the instructions given by the workers of the pit to sit in the first two carts, and revving your engines. Once on the start line, you and Topper raced off.

You turned towards the left twice before passing under a bridge, speeding past Topper and turning to the right, where you pressed your foot down on the accelerator. The road between the stacked wheels went straight for about fifty feet and then turned towards the right. Before you was the bridge you had passed under just a few moments ago, which you passed quickly before landing at its other side. Turning towards the right you noticed a sharp left turn that would leave you at the beginning of the track. You pressed your foot on the accelerator again, not wanting Topper to pass you.

Around and around the pit you went, crashing into the wheels on the side of the tracks and passing each other. Your laughs and screams of joy could be heard through the whole pit, and the workers covered their ears. You didn’t care.

Once you both finished, you headed towards the counter to receive your stats sheets.

“Looks like I beat you by 0.32 seconds, Y/N,” Topper exclaimed, puffing his chest out a bit. You pouted, causing him to wrap his hands around your body and kiss the top of your head. 

You looked down at the stat sheet and smiled. “I had the fastest lap speed, though!”

Topper nodded and laughed, grabbing onto the pieces of paper and turning you towards the ramp in the back of the room that led to the second floor of the vicinity. Once you arrived at the top you noticed a small bar-like restaurant that served fries and drinks.

You and Topper took a seat at the bar and ordered some fries and two glasses of coke. Then you turned towards each other, a giddy smile on your lips and a soft one on his. 

“Did you like it?” he asked you, nervous at what you would answer. He knew what you would say, but he was still nervous.

You nodded your head vigorously while munching on a couple of fries. He smiled at you, glad about the results that appeared on your face.

Soon after this, you left the building and hopped back into Topper’s car. The drive back to your house was quiet, but your hands were never apart. The smile on your face seemed to be etched there permanently.

Topper pulled up outside of your house and a smirk crossed over your face when you realized that your father was not home. Turning towards Topper, you asked, “Do you want to come inside for a bit?”

He nodded, stepping out of the car and going around to your side. You walked towards the door together and opened it, pulling Topper inside. You led him to the couch where you plopped down and smiled at him. 

“What?” he asked you. You shook your head in disbelief at how lucky you were.

“Nothing,” you muttered. “I’m just so lucky to have you.”

You pressed your lips to his, smiling a little into it. His hands came around to hold your waist and your hands moved against his body as well. One was wrapped behind the back of his neck and the other was pressed flat against his chest.

What had started out as soft and innocent quickly became more fast-paced and desperate. You pushed your body closer to him, even though that was probably impossible, and opened your mouth to let his tongue enter it. Your fingers fumbled a little trying to open his button-up shirt, nervous at what you had in mind. 

You were ready. You wanted to have sex with him and lose your virginity to him. He had been everything to you ever since you had bumped into each other at the beach all those months ago, and you were glad to be giving in to him. 

You opened his shirt and pushed it down his shoulders while his hands moved to tug you onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands pressed against his skin before you disconnected your mouth from his and moved down towards his neck. You weren’t really sure what you were doing so you followed your instincts. You smirked when you heard him moan, meaning you were doing things right. 

Topper’s hands had left your waist and began to slip under your shirt and towards the middle of your back. The pressure near your ribs made you pull back from him, and you noticed the question he was asking with his eyes. As a response, you removed your shirt and tossed it near his. His orbs moved down to your chest, where your bra was the only thing keeping you covered. Feeling a bit self-conscious you moved towards him again, kissing his lips and making his hands fall over your body again. They snaked around you and slithered up and down until they finally came to rest on your breasts. He squeezed them softly, earning a soft gasp from you. They stayed there, kneading them softly until the moved towards your back again, unclasping your last piece of clothing in your torso. 

Topper looked at you, making sure this was all okay. You nodded and let the bra slide down your arms before you crossed your arms over your body. 

“No,” Topper whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

As gently as he could he removed your hands from across your body and stared in awe at what was before him. Leaning down he attached his mouth to your nipple making you moan and throw your head back. Raking your fingers through his hair, you brought him up to your lips to kiss him shortly before letting his mouth wander across your body. His hands were now at the waistband of your shorts in the middle of your back. You felt yourself become wet with anticipation at what you wanted to do, but you felt something nagging in your insides.

Pulling away, you blurted, “I’m a virgin.”

Topper moved back, eyes wide. He didn’t know what to do. Did you want him to stop? You probably did. “That’s okay. I can wait.”

You shook your head at his misunderstanding. “No, Topper. I want to, but I wanted to let you know, too.”

Topper nodded, smiling at the fact that you trusted him enough to take this from you. “Okay,” he muttered before kissing you again. He returned to the slow pace from before, softly making his way to your neck and placing a hand at the waistband of your shorts.

“I’m going to take this off. Is that okay?”

You nodded your head as he unbuttoned your shorts. Topper removed you from his body so that he could slide them down your legs, marveling at how wet you looked through your panties. He hooked his fingers around your underwear, pressing a kiss right above them and staring up at you. You nodded again, nervous.

He slid them off your body and almost began to salivate at what he saw. He pressed you down onto his body again before saying, “Don’t you want to move to your bed?”

You bit your lip. He stood up, his hands on your waist, and he led you to where he thought your bedroom was. Once he was there he closed the door and pressed you against it. He pushed himself close to you and kissed you again. Your hands roamed his body, across his shoulders, back, abs, everything. You couldn’t get enough of him.

His hands began to travel south until they motioned your legs to open a little. He pulled away from you again, but this time, just enough so he could press his forehead to your own. “I’m going to have to help you before to can take me. Is that fine?”

You nodded eagerly, wanting him to do something - anything - to your body. With your confirmation, he wasted no time to kiss your neck again and slip a finger between your folds. The hickeys he was leaving were going to surely be prominent tomorrow, and his fingers circling around your clit made you shiver. You moaned out loud, and you felt Topper smirk against your skin. He then slipped a finger into you, bringing a little of pain along with the pleasure. You winced a bit but relaxed when your body had accommodated to its size. Topper curled it just a bit so that it hit a spot that made you expel lewd noises from within. He added another finger, going through the same process as before. You would wince a little at first but the grow used to the feeling and enjoy it. He was pumping them into you softly, but he was quickly gaining speed and strength in each thrust. 

You felt your insides tense, almost as if there was something accumulating itself right where Topper’s fingers were hitting. You moaned out loudly, feeling your body release around his fingers. Your legs trembled and shook as Topper held you up, smiling down at you. He kissed you and removed his fingers from your body. He licked your juices off.

“God, you taste good. But we’ll leave that for another time.”

Still hilding your trembling body he moved you towards the bed, where he softly placed you down and shook his shorts off. Through his boxers, you could see how big he was, and you felt nervous again.

Noticing the panicky look in your eyes, Topper leaned down and gave you a short, soft, and sweet kiss. 

“You’ll be fine. And we’ll stop if you want to.”

You nodded, understanding what he wanted to say. Topper removed his boxers, letting his member spring out. You tried to calm your breathing at the anticipation of what was to come.

“You have a condom, right?” you asked him. Topper froze before shaking his head. You smiled at him, knowing that this was a possibility and instructed him to go into your bathroom and open the first drawer.

You had condoms because your dad had bought them for you. It had been awkward and weird, but now you were grateful he was so adamant about you being protected at all times.

Topper cam back into the room, rolling the condom onto his penis. He laid on top off you, holding your right hand in his left and caressing your waist with his other free one. He smiled and kissed you before pulling away. His thumbs rubbed circles into your body. “You ready?”

You nodded at him. Topper reached down and lined himself before pulling into you as gently as he could. The wince that escaped your lips pained him and the tears that were surrounding your eyes made him almost want to stop. However, he felt you pushing him into yourself. He remained still, waiting for you to adjust.

“Okay,” you whispered out. “You can move now.”

And so Topper did. Slowly at first and then he began to gain speed once he heard you moan. He smiled at the fact that you were enjoying this just as much as he was, and he pushed into you a little harsher than before. He felt himself come closer o the edge, and staring down at you, he realized that you were as well. Your eyes were rolled back a little and your mouth was open, letting mewls escape every once in a while from your boy. Topper’s grunts fell into perfect harmony with them, just like the noise of his body slapping against yours. 

“Top, I’m - I -” you tried to speak, but the pleasure was too much. You were clenching around him, giving him the idea that you were about to come undone. 

And you did. Your last final moan was louder than before and Topper followed you soon after, his orgasm making him stop his movements and bury himself deep inside you.

His hand was still clenching yours when he fell on top of you, your pants now filling the air. After a few moments, Topper pulled out of you and discarded the condom in your bathroom. When he went back to your room he noticed you in the same spot, panting and with an astonishing facial expression. 

“Was I that good?” he joked cockily. He didn’t expect you to reply, but you nodded your head.

He laughed a little at your reaction, causing you to smile and turn to look at him. You grabbed his arms and pulled him towards your body, before snuggling into him. Topper wrapped himself around you and tugged the covers over your bodies. 

“Thank you,” you muttered, grateful at everything the boy had given - and taken - from you recently. He kissed the top of your head in reply, noticing how sleepy and rained you looked from your previous activities. 

Topper smiled, watching you drift away before closing his own eyes. He was glad he got be all of your firsts and more glad at the fact that, even if you weren’t his firsts, he felt even better than when they had actually happened.

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part One - Paradise on Earth

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Aria Prescott is new to the Outer Banks and is ready to make some new friends and new beginnings. What she wasn’t expecting was making some unforgettable memories with JJ Maybank. 

Warnings: Light smut, some cursing, alcohol/drug use and maybe some typos lol.

A/N: Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. This is my first time ever writing and publishing a fanfic so, I’m pretty excited and really nervous at the same time. I was inspired by the writers on here to finally put on my big girl pants and give this a shot. I'm really looking forward to see how this turns out. I’m planning on making this a series. Hope you like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters) :)

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“The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.” I used to think that was an exaggeration. I’m originally from Chapel Hill, so visiting the OBX was common. Now I’m living in Figure Eight. My parents wanted a change of scenery. So, what’s better than living in Paradise on Earth? To be honest, I really don’t mind. I already have a few friends I’ve known for a while who live here.

For example, would be Charis Donahue. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. She’s an absolute wild card. Everyone who thinks they know her, thinks that she’s an innocent goody two shoes. Her real friends however, know that’s a load of bull. If you look up the word party animal in the dictionary, you’ll see a picture of Charis beside it. She’s the perfect combination of crazy, loyal and fun. That’s what makes her one of my best friends.

My other best friend is Sarah Cameron. The kook princess. Our parents are good friends, so I’ve known her for a while now. Speaking of now, we’re currently having brunch on the balcony of my new house. Charis scans her surroundings, for any adults before pouring a little bit of vodka into our glasses of orange juice before quickly shoving it back into her purse.

“Score.” Sarah praises the rebellious teen who raises her glass. “Cheers to Aria for finally getting her ass out here. Welcome to the Outer Banks love.” We all cheer and sip together, basking in the sun. “So, what are we doing tonight? Cause I’m bored out of my mind.” I confess. The two share a look.

“Well you’re in luck, because tonight we’re having a little get together at my place. My parents are flying to New Jersey for some charity event, so we have the place all to ourselves.” Charis smirks. “Nice, but what do you mean a little get together?” I asked curiously. “It’s just going to be us, Charis’s boyfriend, my boyfriend, and his friends, JJ, Pope and Kiara.” Sarah explains.

I’ve only met Charis’s boyfriend, Diego, once at a baseball game that took place in Chapel Hill. I’ve never met Sarah’s new boyfriend either, but I can tell she really likes him. She’s been talking about him nonstop ever since they started going out. I hung out with Kiara a few times during freshman year, when she and Sarah were friends, but then they had some weird blowout. Thankfully, they’re friends again, because it was kind of awkward talking to both of them when all they wanted to do was claw each other’s eyes out and I had to play the peacemaker.

“Sounds like fun. I can’t wait to finally meet this mystery stud you’re always rambling on about.” “Tonight will be epic.” Charis says. “How so?” Her helicopter of mother, Ingrid, startles the three of us. “We’re having a sleepover tonight.” Charis replies nonchalantly. She’s also a very good liar. “With who’s permission?”

“Dads’ of course.” This seems to annoy her mother. “Is that so Oscar?” Ingrid asked her husband, who was having a conversation with Ward and Claude, my dad. “Oh, come on honey. She’s old enough to host a sleepover with her friends for one night.” Oscar defends Charis, much to her mother’s dismay.

“There better not be any boys, alcohol or drugs at this sleepover.” Charis simply says okay and continues scrolling through pictures on social media before her Ingrid snatches it from her hands. “I’m serious Charis!” The two of them both had scolding eyes. “Okay! It’s just going to be us girls. I promise.” Charis snatches back the phone. Her mother scoffs and rolls her eyes before leaving us to speak with Rose. “God can she be any more annoying?” Charis grumbles under a hushed tone. “Yeah when is she not on your ass?” Sarah asked. “When she’s on my dad’s.” She replies. Both Sarah and I both scrunch our faces in disgust.

Hours later…

As of now, I’m going through my closest attempting to find something to wear. I finally decide on my black and white bikini, denim shorts, a white crochet coverup and sandals. Satisfied with my look, I grab my bag before heading out the door and down the street where I see Sarah parked outside.

“Hello my little splinter bean.” Sarah greets me with her odd nickname as I sit down in the remaining passenger seat. “Guys this is one of my best friends Aria. You already know Kie of course. This is my boyfriend John B.” He fist bumps me. “And this is his best friend JJ.” My breath hitched slightly when I looked at JJ. He’s got to be one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen with his blonde hair, tan skin, baby blue eyes and rather flirtatious smirk. I’m happy with the outfit choice I made, due to his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“Pleasure to meet you beautiful.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Likewise, lover boy.” I can hear both John B and Sarah snickering up front. It was rather difficult to keep my cool, while being so close to JJ, our legs touching. I began wonder what the rest of his skin felt like. I was rather a little disappointed when the moment ended with us exiting the car and entering the house. We were surprised to see flames over the grill outside on the patio. “What’s good bitches?” Charis waves with a spatula and Diego sits at the bar.

“What the shit?!” The five of us say in union. Not too long after, Pope comes running in with the fire extinguisher in hand, disposing the flames.

“Jesus, what the hell were you numbskulls trying to cook?” Kie asked astonished. “Burgers, but that plan obviously went to shit…”. “Well it’s a good thing we brought beer.” JJ pops one open. “Thank god.” Says Diego.

For the rest of the night we all drank, swam, laughed and more. I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them tonight. They’re a lot more fun than the kids at my school. I also liked catching JJ and his wandering eye. I think it was around one in the morning when everyone began to fall asleep. Me on the other hand was tossing and turning nonstop. Giving up on sleep I silently sneak out the room and to the pool where I dip my feet, enjoying the peace.

“Feeling a little restless, are we?” I turn to see JJ walking towards me. I let my eyes wander across his shirtless body. It’s a sight I could get used. He catches my gaze and smirks. “Yeah. You too?” He pulls out a blunt before lighting it. He rests it between his lips inhaling, holding the smoke in his lungs and finally releasing the toxic cloud into the warm night air. He sits next to me all close. “You want a hit?” He offers me the blunt. I was unsure at first, since I never smoked before, let alone weed. “First time for everything.” I sigh. “Atta girl.” I was definitely way over my head when I inhaled the burning smoke. I violently coughed, desperate for clean air. This earns a chuckle from him. “That shit burns.” I complain with watery eyes. “Takes some time to get used to. C’mere.”

He takes my face in his rough hands, with his thumb pushing down on my bottom lip. This time instead of exhaling the smoke into the air, it enters my mouth instead. Our lips barely brush against each other, very tempting to close the gap. This would make an interesting first kiss. I bite my lip when he pulls away. Not knowing what to do, I ask, “Wanna go for a swim?” letting my body fall into the water, waiting for him to come join me. He doesn’t disappoint when he jumps in too. I admire how his sun kissed skin gleams from the water and watch the droplets race down his muscular body.

He swims dangerously close to me, until my back hits the wall, trapping me. His hands grip my thighs before spreading them apart, before they find their way around his waist, leaving no space between us. Our lips are almost touching. My heart beats so fast I can practically hear it.  I grow impatient and pull him into a kiss. Our lips dancing against each other, our tongues intertwining, and our hips grinding together. Everything is so erotic and passionate, which leaves me craving more.

His skin against mine was electrifying, especially when his hand snuck up my back to undo my top exposing me. He licks his lips and begins to kiss his way down to breast, leaving hickies on the way. I let out a surprised moan when his mouth attaches to my left breast, while his hand plays with the other. It didn’t dawn on me until now that we moved past second base and were most likely going to skip third and straight to home run. After all, the only thing that’s separating us are the two swim bottoms.

Am I seriously about to lose my virginity in my best friend’s pool to a guy I just met? A guy who knows what he’s doing with his skilled mouth and hands. I should pull away before this goes any further, yet I continue to moan and encourage him to continue as his fingers disappear under my bikini bottom. Before he could venture even farther down there, we’re interrupted by surprise visitor.

“What the actual shit Aria?!” My head whips over to the voice, belonging to Jasper. Charis’s older brother. JJ acts quickly by withdrawing his hand, earning a whimper from me, and pulling me flush against his chest attempting to shield me from the poor guy who’s staring up at the sky. “Jasper what are you doing here?!” He gives me a dumbfounded look. “I live here? And I should be asking you the same thing.”

“We were having a little get together.” “Oh there’s a little get together all right.” He said with a judgmental tone, earning a chuckle from JJ, who’s face is nuzzled into my neck. “I take it my parents don’t know you guys invited a bunch of unexpected guests?” I don’t even bother to respond to that. He simply sighs. “Just get dressed and go to bed. Secret is safe with me.” He walks back into the house leaving the two of us alone once again. We both let out a mischievous laugh before our lips connect again.

“We should continue this later babygirl.” He playfully slaps my ass making me squeal. We sneak back into the room as quiet as possible, drying ourselves off before slipping under the covers.

He spoons me, to my surprise, bodies molding together perfectly. One of his hands sneak under and up my shirt cupping my breast, while the other slips under my panties. His long fingers begin to play with my folds and clit making my breath hitch. He finds my sweet spot again before nipping at it. I let out a whimper, the sensations all over my body are too much. “Quiet babygirl. Don’t want to wake up the others.” His hot breath reaches my ear.

I gasp when a finger slips into my folds testing the waters. I bite my lip attempting to remain silent as it thrust in and out of me. He adds another, curling his fingers. I began to wonder if I was having a dirty dream. It felt too good to be real. I then realized that it indeed was real when he started hitting the sweet spot buried deep inside me bringing me close to orgasm.

“Jay, I think I’m close.” He speeds up and uses his free hand to cover my mouth. “Cum for me babygirl. Cum all over my fingers. Imagine it being my cock.” His provocative words were all that I needed to finally release. My juices coat his fingers, which he brings to his mouth licking them clean. I’m seconds away from falling into a deep and satisfied slumber.

“I can’t wait to taste more of you. For now, go to sleep. Dream of me fucking you good babygirl.” And with that I let sleep consume me as I lay next to him, hoping that I would still see him in my dreams.