#and my dad got a root beer float

[deepseaphantom]

Today is Saturday so it’s hamburgers and ice cream night and we went to the local ice cream place and they put a birthday hat on their horse ride thing

[markrosewater]

Happy birthday! Can we get some birthday trivia about you on your birthday?

Sure. I turn 56 today, so here’s fifty-six things you may or may not know about me.

1) I never lost a baby tooth. Every one had to be extracted.

2) I was once a contestant on Trivial Pursuit: The Game Show with Wink Martindale. I answered the most questions correct, but didn’t win.

3) I once had scarlet fever (the thing the boy gets in the Velveteen Rabbit).

4) I’ve been told by doctors I have very weird blood.

5) I self taught myself to juggle.

6) I was a magician when I was a kid with the stage name The Wiz Kid. I mostly performed for kids parties.

7) I was once a freelance greeting card writer. My favorite (that didn’t get printed) showed a jug of maple syrup tipped on its side making a puddle of syrup. In the syrup was a top hat. A hand is pulling a can of green paint with a shamrock out of the hat. You open up the card and it says Sappy Paint Hat Tricks Day. It’s a triple Spoonerism.

8) Sara Gilbert (of “Roseanne” fame) and I once went out for lunch. (It wasn’t a date or anything.)

9) I broke my collarbone doing a prat fall off a stage.

10) I once pet a cheetah. In South Africa. My face from the picture of me doing that was used as my “Making Magic” photo for years.

11) I once made a root beer float for Keanu Reeves. It was at a play I was volunteering for.

12) I once get trapped inside Fred Astaire’s Estate. This factoid is oddly on my Wikipedia page.

13) Starting during the pandemic, my family began fostering animals. So far, we fostered four dogs, six cats, and two Guinea pigs.

14) In college, I wrote and directed two plays, started an improvisation troupe, and a writing workshop.

15) I still have all my wisdom teeth.

16) I have visited every continent except Antarctica for Magic.

17) I once asked Clint Eastwood for directions, not realizing who it was until he started talking. I was lost on the Warner Brothers lot.

18) My first job in Hollywood resulted from me taking part in someone else’s interview. I snuck on the lot, and ended walking into a room where they asked “Are you here for the production assistant interview?”, and I said, “Yes.”

19) I once had a disease the doctors couldn’t identify. They called it Mark’s Disease.

20) I was born in Mississippi. My dad was in the Air Force at the time.

21) I asked out seven woman to my senior prom who all turned me down. I ended up going with a friend who also couldn’t get a date.

22) I took six years of Spanish.

23) Most of my family’s vacations growing up were ski vacations, so I’m a decent skier.

24) I once delivered a pizza to Richard Gere. It was as a production assistant, not a pizza delivery person.

25) I once broke into an actor’s apartment building to deliver a script. It was so late, they were asleep and didn’t hear the buzzing of the door bell.

26) I once drove six hours (three in each direction) to pick up one five-stick package of Blackjack gum as a runner (production assistant).

27) Dennis Miller once thought I was a crazy man. I was sent to get him from the parking lot for a shoot and he thought I was stalking him.

28) I have over two hundred tee-shirts. They are organized by color.

29) I was supposed to pitch to “The Simpsons”, but it got cancelled when I got hired in the “Roseanne” staff.

30) I pitched multiple times to “Star Trek: The Next Generation”, but never sold a script. The closest I got was a pitch about Data malfunctioning.

31) I once ate crocodile. In Australia.

32) I played the Tinman in fifth grade in a production of “The Wizard of the Oz”. I was so hot, my silver make-up had to be reapplied halfway through as I sweated it off.

33) My mother turned down being on “Oprah” to come to my college graduation.

34) My parents are both retired. My dad was a dentist and my mom a psychologist. I used to joke I had a “paradox”.

35) Every birthday since I was 9, I’ve celebrated my birthday with crab legs.

36) Since I was in grade school, every Valentine’s Day, I hand out candy hearts, and every Halloween, I hand out mellowcreme pumpkins (basically pumpkin shaped candy corns).

37) My tee-shirts every week are themed. Some themes are pretty obvious, but they often get tricky. R&D likes figuring out the theme.

38) I got a BS in Communications (no, really) from Boston University’s College of Communications.

39) I collect superhero Minimates (they look Lego-ish). I have somewhere around two thousand. They are displayed in a number of cabinets built by my dad.

40) My podcast was inspired by a talk by Kevin Smith (at San Diego Comic-Con) where he said anyone could make a podcast.

41) I have attended over twenty-five San Diego Comic-Cons.

42) I am related to Lorne Green of “Bonanza” fame.

43) My dad’s family came from Germany and my mom’s from Russia. In Germany, my family’s name was Rosenvasser, but it was changed to Rosewater when they came to the U.S.

44) There are so few Rosewaters in the United States, that if you meet a Rosewater odds are I’m related to them.

45) I have lived in five states (Mississippi, Ohio, Massachusetts, California, and Washington, in that order).

46) I have visited over thirty states for Magic.

47) I once met Jim Henson when I worked on a clip show that Kermit was on. The question I asked him was if Ernie and Bert were named after the characters from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. He said not consciously. Jim Henson is one of my idols and I feel so blessed to have met him. He died a few months later.

48) I met Stan Lee at Hascon. He is another of my idols that I feel so lucky to have met.

49) On “Roseanne”, I worked with Amy Sherman-Palladino (just Amy Sherman back then) and Chuck Lorre. She made “Gilmore Girls” and “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel”. He made “Big Bang Theory” and “Two and a Half Men”. Amy was super sweet and we got along well. I don’t think Chuck liked me.

50) I am a super picky eater. For example, except for apples, I don’t eat fruit. I hate bananas with a passion.

51) I have been a game player since very young. My dad loves games and introduced them to me early in life.

52) I get the writing bug from my mom.

53) I used to collect lint in a giant jar. When I got married, Lora made me get rid of it. It was an impressive amount of lint.

54) I have a bad tendency to burn myself a lot. My family loves to make fun of it.

55) I own over fifty flannels. My favorites are from Japan because they are more colorful with their flannels. Normally I wear a large, but in Japanese sizes, I’m an extra large.

56) My favorite number is 254. I chose it when I was little.

[imwritesometimes]

RULES: share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 (or as many as you want) other blogs! The facts can be about anything you like (as long as they relate to you obviously, lol!)

was tagged by @novemberhush💜💜 (ages ago now, sorry!)

I got my driver's license early due to familial circumstances and this is my 20th year behind the wheel

I've seen Green Day live 3 times

I've had a root beer float made by a professional baseball player (Josh Reddick)

'Cat' was the first word I ever learned in another language! When I was very little I asked my aunt if she would teach me the word for cat in Spanish lol! I'd heard Spanish/Italian my whole life growing up but that was the first word I ever really learned lol

I can bake pretty well and love to make desserts and little treats. My favorite easy dessert is blondies, I always keep the ingredients on hand so I can make up a batch whenever I want.

I come from a long line of cat lovers. I even have my great-grandma's scrapbook of her cats 😻

I have 7 tattoos

the first video game console I ever played was a sega genesis. My Dad got one in like 93? and we had that and only that for many many years lol

I have never ridden a horse despite having multiple chances cause they terrify me

I've thrown produce & glow sticks off the highest bridge in California (4th in the US). We drove out in the dead of night on my 17th birthday to avoid getting caught cause they patrolled the area heavily back then and we were still almost caught. Ended up hanging a u-turn in the middle of the bridge and out-running the 5-0 in my tiny toyota echo full of my screaming friends and cousins 😆

zero pressure tags: @readbythestarlight @maderilien @softasawhisper @eachlittlebird @snikt-snack @capskat26 and anyone who'd like to give it a shot!

[endlessvoidsnkittens]

I ordered a root beer float from Culver's for carryout. I was hoping to drown my sorrows in it.

Guess what wasn't on the receipt when my dad got home. 🙃

What was that about the universe having it out for me?

BUT.

We contacted the company that put our furnace in about our AC. They'll most likely be more expensive than HVAC contact but they can be here this afternoon.

Here's hoping the repairs are under a specific dollar amount coz that be all I got. 🤞😬

[vrsexxtasy]

Entry: 2024/14/04

Just letting y’all bitches know rn. I smell like Warm Rum, Tobacco and Apples. My favorite desserts are Root beer floats, Cinnamon rolls, and Churros don’t let nobody tell you otherwise. I have my tattoos hidden from my mom as of rn (it’s a dragon on my hipbone) but would love to get more.

I love anything Passionfruit or Lychee flavored and I’m still not over my 2016 Dolan twin obsession, Always an Ethan girl. My hair is dyed a Wine color and I cover my eyes with a glitter similar to ‘VrSextasy’ by Pat McGrath to match my current work attire.

I dream to become a world renowned author, model, actress and director. I want to host parties bigger than Gatsby’s at clubs and be an it girl of my generation. I want to film series and have a cult like fanbase that defines someone’s life the same way my idols have marked mine.

I get all my clothes from swamp-meets and I talk about Mpreg, pegging men and men crying a shit ton. I have a horrendous problem with posting wtv and I despise copycats without them mentioning me as their inspiration cause bitch ik I am to you? I’ve gained most of my confidence from watching pornstars with similar bodies as to mine getting railed and I cut up my band tees to look hotter. Pairing them with dirty denim and converse cause my older brother always wore converse, …he’s been dead for a few yrs now.

I watch American Horror story, The girl with the dragon tattoo, Teen Titans (OG), and Pretty little liars on repeat and I love artists such as David Neth (tattoo artist), Jean Paul G, Vivienne Westwood, Old Dolce and Gabanna + Christian Dior (designers).

Petra Collins, Cobra Snake, and Jack bridge-land (photographers). Jake Gallagher, Pat McGrath and Erin Parsons (Beauty). Julia Fox, Gabriette Betchel, Alexa Demie, Kali Uchis, Marilyn Monroe, and 90’s punk Angelina Jolie (icons)

Amy Winehouse, THNB, PTV, MCR, Xxxtentacion, Old The Weeknd, Nirvana, Ethel Cain, Dream Ivory, Life on Venus and Evanescence (Music). My favorite flowers are Daturas (moonflowers/devils trumpet) and the Black Dahlia is a murder case that never leaves my mind. I look better in gold and I’m hyper aware of myself all the time. I like winter but hate the cold, I’m scared of the dark and I’m not big on physical touch.

Some random facts to get to know me and hope this is looked back upon to get to know me and how I use to be before I got famous. From my favorite book ever ‘Down the drain’ by Julia Fox, she knew she had the IT factor and that this lifetime was made for her to be famous. Thought by many Rockstars, Supermodels and Generational Icons, I hope to fucking GOD things work for me and I get the life I dream of. I’m going to be the biggest star of the century. Mom and Dad will be happy that their daughter (Me) was the one to get famous in a family of fake stuck ups and fuck ups. And be on all the billboards and have her name be set in pop culture history.

[hamishpetersen]

Eating at...

An impromptu text written after eating at the restaurant Londo, in Ōtautahi Christchurch before moving to the UK. PDF designed by me for fun.

https://londo.bar

Eating at

LONDO(3)

Papa is a māmā.

After we finished our desert, my dad said he felt like he had been for a walk in the hills for the night and was arriving back at the car, wishing he didn’t have to go home. The last time I saw my parents, I told them we were moving to Britain; to go farming and vist standing stones, maybe live in the highlands and save some cash caring for plants so that C could make more work in the studio. A way to vacate our selves, or position ourselves elsewhere, requiring us to span a distance between our present and possible versions. We sought out how another piece of land, which knew our old people, might move us so.

Canteloupe is canned fruit salad and eighties holiday sunsets. Anti-anxiety herbal remedy in the first course. Granita disappears and comes back in the pasta. First pork in five years. Blooded salt, melonwater running.

A friend has started their PhD to understand how manipulations to the environment of carrot crops on the canterbury plains can speed their biennial seed cycle. Grow a strong root one year, send up great umbels of flower to set seed the next. A big investment. Canterbury’s immense stakes in the global carrot seed market makes for an abundance of research funding in the area. 

Carrot as speculative capital. Dusty. Aniseed sweet. Of a certain age. Ryegrass gone silver in 4:33pm light. Will be a different shade tomorrow. Carrots have been simmering in that pot for years now. Lorna got married last week! Jewelled rods accross the plate. One of these days the chestnuts will be full and ripe enough to make pie. Caramel roots buoyed by romesco; whatever ectasy that is. Sit down, saucepan in the middle, over-ripe toms and the last basil. Talk for hours. 

In Riverton we bought a few tiny Urenika seed potatoes. More like shrivelled yams than our idea of potatoes. I put them in the ground before Christmas and as the zuchinnis paled and powdered themselves I dug up the smallest bowlful of finglerling tubers from the mass of stems. I had to leave thousands of tiny siblings in the ground — marbles who turned glinting, giggling, glassy when rinsed. The following Feburay my flatmate got excited about putting winter greens in and dug up the potatoes that had grown from those abandoned gems. Twice as many, twice the size. Sometimes doing less is better. The tohunga who had these for dinner for centuries really knew what they were doing. 

Sailing a crisp across Lake Buttersauce. Invisible sechuan heat tempered by lemons. When well-boiled, they hold a texture of sandy loam that melts in contact with saliva. We attend a soil cupping. Notes of burnt sugar and echinacea. Abstracted, well-seared cow rectangle galumphs around the table awaiting affection. We take the potatoes for a victory lap.  

Buckwheat filled the garden bed with paddly green leaves until it was warm enough for the tomatoes go in. Hearted leaves  now dangle yellow on jointed scaffolding. Once chantilly cream dollops attracting hoverflies and floating in the breeze on reddish stems, the flowers have become seeds; pyramidial, black. 

When husked, their stony, roasted innards are steeped, syruped, and whipped frozen with cream. Toasted barley tea. Infintely more than bread and beer. The land given maximum and methodical love that it may return; animate. Not just land but lond. From before. Not just papa but Papatuuaanuku. The soil and the waters. Your islands or mine. We go deep into the tunnels to leave our offerings. Can I make a golden silk from this carrot, a cicada’s worship in a cup? Fill it up. Now cannot be before. Look after the new growth in th old place.

When we sat down to dinner my mom handed me a brown envelope. This dinner was my birthday present and I knew there would be a small card. My parents are reliable in these formalities. Small theatre. Inside the card my father had written in his quickest, way-out-the-door handwriting, “You are going to fly away. Take me with you.”

A low, 5:53 lemon sun and the crunch of another evening.

Rats eat the fallen walnuts overnight. 

Pull the drapes

[gnattyplayssims]

1941 - Pt1 - The First Date

William's quick trip to Evergreen had turned into 3 years and he had written everyday as promised. Despite the distance Lizzie knew how much it meant to him and didn't protest when he said he wanted to keep the house. Finally the house was ready for them to move into.

As the Pigulock's and Greenburg's prepared for the move to Evergreen. Anabelle was making different preperations. "Are you gonna wear Grammy's dress on your hot date?"

"What? Where did you even hear that?"

"Daddy said you have a hot date tonight."

"Um it's just a regular date"

But it wasn't just a date, not to Kye. He's had butterflies in his stomach all day thinking about it.

"Don't stress about it so much, you'll be fine."

"What if I mess it all up?"

"Don't be so hard on yourself. She already likes you just be yourself"

"Easier said then done."

"I remember what it was like to be young and in love. How hard it was"

"I don't want to hear this."

"Just listen. I met your mother when I was 15 you know that. We were young and foolish. We made mistakes. War changed me, it made my way clear. But convincing her wasn't as easy"

David put down his pole "You've changed son. I told you to go find yourself and you did. You know what you want. You arent' the same kid who left Henford and you're not the same kid who made those mistakes. You just have to convince her of that."

"How do I do that?"

"With patience, honesty and a whole lot of forgiveness. Here, Kailee wanted me to give this to you."

"Wh-what is this?"

"It's her mother's ring. She said it was too fancy for her taste but would look beautiful on Anabelle. I'm not saying give it to her tonight-"

"Thanks...Dad."

Later that evening Kye met Anabelle outside. She was feeling excited as she walked out the door, but one look at him waiting in his suit and she felt like running.

"Hey." He carressed her cheek and tilted her head up. "It's just a first date." He swallowed "You look beautiful"

They arrived at the Gnome's Arms Pub in Finchwick as the sun was going down. "Ah you're Mr. Hough's VIP guest this evening. Right this way Mr. Mizrahi."

"VIP? Kye please tell me you didn't spend all your money on me."

"Relax. My uncle owns the place and got me a good deal."

Kye glanced over the menu "You'll love the root beer floats and the chicken is to die for." Anabelle looked distracted. "Everything okay?"

"Oh sorry. I was just thinking about the estate. I don't want Stefan to lose all this."

"Hey first date remember? No kid talk today!"

"How bout you tell me about your day?"

"I thought you said no kid talk."

"Fair point."

It was silent for a moment then Anabelle chuckled, "You're really adorable right now you know that."

"Huh?"

"You're trying so hard but you don't have to erase our past to start over."

Just then their food arrived and the conversation halted. "Ugh what is this?"

"Root beer float. You don't like it?"

"I'm sorry, it's awful. You can have it."

"I can order you something else."

"No, no, please don't. Just water is fine. This chicken really is amazing."

Kye drank both root beers and gave her some of his chicken. "Lizzie and I used to come here all the time with our friends. Sharing a float was kind of how how we flirted back then."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He smirked "We've shared plenty of marshmallows."

She blushed.

Soon they finished up their meal and Anabelle excused herself to the bathroom. "Oh Watcher I don't know if I can do this. This is supposed to be a first date but I don't know if he was implying something by bringing up marshmallows! I'm such a mess I can't think about all that!"

The Henford sky was clear as Kye waited for Anabelle. Finchwick felt different. Like another life that hadn't really been his. "Gah I shouldn't have brought up the marshmallows. Now she probably thinks I expect something."

"I'm ready."

His heart jumped, "Oh um okay."

They walked back to Old New Henford in comfortable conversation. But as they neared the bridge Kye pulled her down a different path "Where are we going?"

"This old church has a lot of family history. Funerals, weddings...but more importantly it's the place I used to run away to"

They paused in the clearing and he pulled her against him. "When I was a kid I used to run away here, sit under this tree and pretend I was anywhere but Henford. Kailee would often find me. She was the only one I ever could tell everything to." He kissed her shoulder. "Until now"

"You don't ha-"

"No I do" He pulled her down onto the grass ignoring their nice clothes "I had a really awful aunt as a child. The things she would say to me, they've never gone away. As a teen this girl who dumped me told me no one would ever love me."

"That's awful"

"I know I said some hurtful things to you when we first met. I pushed you away...used you. Made it so you had to take care of Stefan alone. I can't promise those doubts are gone but I can promise to not hide from you anymore."

"Kye..." Her heart leapt as their eyes met.

She tore her gaze away looking up at the aurora above them. "After...I gave birth. I wanted to give up. I made a deal with Maci that would protect Stefan but hurt...someone else. I destroyed someone elses life for his"

"Hey." Kye sat up to look at her. "Thank you for telling me"

"I want to tell you everything but...I'm not strong enough."

He brushed her face "It's in the past. You'll tell me when you're ready." He climbed on top of her. "I really want you right now"

"I still don't think I'm ready."

"I know, it's okay. As long as you're mine."

"I am."

1941 Pt2 - Worlds War II Begins

[hercupisalwayshalffull]

Saturday, 3.18.23 // When the kids were little, “Princess Day,” as declared by B, was one of my favorite days. We’d dress up, watch movies, and eat our favorite snacks. I’m so, SO grateful for the grown-up version and spending the day with B. We watched “Tangled” at the El Capitan. We had lunch at Mel’s. It was delicious, all the way around. I’m grateful for those memories and for the chance to make new ones. I’m grateful for movie snacks and root beer floats and things/people that are “so Hollywood.” I’m grateful I got to hear B’s excellent playlist and witness Gidget’s unwavering love for her girl. I’m grateful for B’s homemade soup, that tastes just like her Dad’s (though, I still think tofu is weird 🤷🏻‍♀️). I’m just so grateful. 💗 #365daysofgratitude https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-iy3TJaCx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chips-inc]

hello!! pls could i request reader who's part of the original arcane gang & one of vander's children? if you're okay with it could you also focus on how their relationship would be with each specific member (specifically mylo he's my favourite) but if not then i'm okay with just their relationship with vander. i'm sorry if i'm asking for too much i'm okay with as much or as little as you wanna do :D

Ofc I can do Mylo <3 I absolutely love this request and I'll make sure to add everyone ( bonus with little man )

Pairing ; GN + Multiple characters (PLATONIC)

Pronouns ; They/Them

Character(s); Vander, Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor ( Bonus; Ekko )

Warnings ; lots of swearing, threatening (?), blowing up a kitchen, I can't think of anything else.

other ; Reader is a year younger than Vi

+started 1/4/22 -> ended 1/4/22 +

Vander

Dear lord, he has another one.

Being a single dad, having to protect a city, running a bar AND having 5 children was extremely tiring.

The only time you would usually see him is if he was working at the bar, or if it was night time and work was over for him.

He always felt terrible about not spending a lot of time with his children, so he'd probably stay up late at night with you and the others to make up for it.

Like once everyone was out of the bar for the night, he would play some songs and have a dance party with everyone. ( probably made some amazing root beer floats )

Whenever you would be arguing with someone, he would always make the two of you talk it out and apologize to each other.

" Vander! Mylo hid away all of my arrows and I can't go do archery! "

" I told you I didn't touch them Y/N! "

" Kids, lets calm down , we don't want the situation getting any worse. "

Once you said you wanted to try archery for the first time, he was so stoked but also scared.

What if you got hurt? stabbed yourself on accident? KILLED SOMEONE-

10000% overthinks ALL THE TIME.

Whenever it was just you and Vander alone at night, I feel like he would lay on the couch and let you lay on him.

cuddling together as he read you one of your favorite chapter books.

sometimes you would fall asleep and he would think it is the cutest thing ever.

Vander was laying on his back while you were laying on top of him. One of Vander's large arms was wrapped protectively around you as you snuggled into his chest. Vander's other hand was holding up a chapter book, soon flipping to the next page as he continued to read out loud to you.

" Nex slowly placed his hand on top of the book. Suddenly, a bright and shining light glowed from the- "

*SNOREEEEE*

"... You asleep, kiddo? "

Getting no answer, he chuckled and smiled, slowly closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. Vander picked you up in his arms and slowly walked to your room, trying to not wake you up.

He placed you on your mattress and placed the warm blankets on top of you, leaning down to the bedside and brushing your hair out of your face.

" I love you, kiddo. Sweet dreams. " He whispered, placing a small kiss on your forehead before slowly walking out of your room.

I think it would be so funny if you two just geeked out on a book you were reading about and the rest of the kids are just like " ???? "

" Oh my god, don't even get me started on how much of an asshole Kate was towards Charlie! She was so mean? FOR NO REASON TOO! " - You

" I feel like Charlie is going to find out that she actually stole Liz's gem lane instead of finally getting her own. " - Vander

" WHO THE HELL IS CHARLIE AND KATE AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A GEM LANE?! " - Vi

Would absolutely love it if you read his favorite books with him as well.

Some nicknames he would call you are kiddo, bud and kid.

Vi

Since you are a year younger than Vi, you would still get bossed around by her.

She would boss you around in a joking manner of course

Like waiting for the perfect moment of when you get off the couch to stretch and then will ask for you to get her a Fanta or a Coke.

She gets herself into a lot of fights, and you would usually be the one cleaning her wounds up

" Hold still- Vi- VI STOP MOVING, I CAN'T EVEN PUT A BAND AID ON YOU?! "

" But I look even more cooler if people see my cool battle scars! "

" Vi you are 16, I'd be concerned if you had real battle scars. "

I bet you, she would see this cute girl or guy and immediately come to you to tell you about them.

Sometimes she would ask you for advice on how to talk to them and you're just like ??

Usually, you’ll train with Vi with that robot punching bag game thingy.

You would always make bets with each other as well

And you always lost

You started getting out of breath as you uppercut the robot guy. You were 1200 points away from getting onto the leader board, but you were so exhausted it HURT. Your legs were shaking as you tried dodging one last time, getting hit by the robot and losing.

" Oopsie daisy~ and per usual I, the unbeatable Vi, won yet again. "

" ughhhhhh- I can't feel my legs- How do you do this everyday for two hours straight!? "

" My motivation is to get hot Piltover chicks and get sick abs. "

" What's with you and Piltover girls anyway? "

" Have you ever seen cute chicks down here? "

" 1. no, and 2, you are a minor, please stop saying chicks like you're a 34 year old man. "

" yeah, yeah whatever scrub. Now go get me my Fanta prize. "

Some nicknames she would call you were Scrub and Sparrow

Scrub because you can never beat her at anything that requires physical movement.

Sparrow because you like to shoot arrows.

Powder

Since she is the youngest, she gets picked on by Mylo. A lot.

Just be prepared for her to come running to you if Vi isn’t there to protect her from Mylo’s shenanigans.

She would probably look up to you because of what you do for her.

Like when she asked if you could teach her how to shoot a bow and arrow.

You made her a homemade bow and let her color and design it herself. ( which she got very excited about. )

“ great, now pull the string all the way back to your chin… “

Powder did so, closing one of her eyes as she aimed at the spray pained piece of cardboard.

“ Relax your shoulders and lower your elbow a bit. And in 3… 2… 1… shoot “

She let go of the string, the arrow flying to the other side of the room as it crashed into a vase full of wilting flowers. The two of you starred at the broken vase as it shattered to the ground and water spilled on the floor.

“ Y/N?! POWDER? WHAT HAPPENED? “ Vander yelled from the other room, the two of you hearing him get up out of his chair. “ hurry, hurry- give me the bow- “

Another reason she looks up to you is that you take the blame if Vi isn’t there to defend her.

Whenever she trips or falls and gets hurt, you’re usually the one that will clean up her wounds while Vi is there to calm her down.

I feel like Vi would hype up her falls and call them cool.

“ Yknow, that was a pretty badass fall. “ - Vi

“ Oh, totally. You owned that shit like a motha’. Fuckin’. boss. “ - You

“ See? And that’s why she is one of the strongest girls I know! “ - Vi

Oh. And the two of you spoil her so much.

She still has old markers that won’t work from 2 years ago because of how thankful she was for the gift.

She forces you and Vi to draw with her a lot because she wants to make something for you two.

Powder doesn’t really call you any nicknames normally.

But when you two are playing stuffed animals, she will call you ‘ Evil Meowtins‘ thanks to your role of a scary villain cat.

Mylo

Tried making Mylo’s the longest! Hope you enjoy, Anon :)

Being the second youngest at 14, he always tried being the ‘ coolest ‘ of the group.

There are times where he will purposely lock everyone in to show off his amazing lock picking skills.

He tries to pick fights with Claggor because he is a couple days older than him.

You are ALWAYS. the one that makes him calm down as well.

If he gets a little hot headed, he will come to you to rant for a bit.

You try and listen as well as you can, but when he doesn’t know what else to complain about he will start to repeat himself.

“ and when I fell down- HE LAUGHED AT ME. Even though it was his fault that he put the paint bucket there in the first place!! “ - Mylo

“ mhm… Yeah, I think you hit your head pretty hard because you’re forgetting that you’ve said this 4 times now. “ - You

He gets really embarrassed when you tease him in front of people but would pretend it didn’t phase him.

He teases you as well, but will apologize if you tell him to stop.

You’ve learned that Mylo has a difficult time expressing his emotions. Like really bad.

He throws fits and cause fights as a coping mechanism, which in the end makes things worse. For both him and the others.

You’ve learned to be patient with him, also defending him in certain situations when he was being the one picked on.

You’ve decided to do this little trick with him, trying to make him stop his acting out habits.

Whenever he would be nice for the day or whenever he wouldn’t complain a lot, you would give him a small brain teaser toy.

Whenever he was mediocre, you would give him maybe 1 or 3 simple Metal puzzle toys.

He would bring the small puzzles with him whenever he left the house just incase he got bored.

Then, whenever he was nice the entire day or most of the day, you would give him large and difficult puzzles for him.

Some of them would be too difficult so you would get the ones he couldn’t do and give them to Ekko.

He would always use them though, having his own little corner with all of the puzzles you got for him.

He asks you if you want to do pranks with him, which you can’t say no to or else you would be a target next.

Fun fact, did you know Claggor’s real hair color is actually blonde?

“ MYLO! “

“ What ya want now? “ He said, pretending to tinker with a locked box.

“ DID YOU DO THIS?! “ Claggor ran into their shared room and pointed at his hair. It was no longer a dirty blonde color, his hair was a very dark chocolatey brown with some blonde spots here and there.

“ Oh wow, Claggor- pfft, I never knew you wanted to dye your hair brown. “

“ I think the color suits you nicely, Claggor!” You said, giving him a genuine smile.

“ VANDERRRRR! “ Claggor screamed out, starting to walk to the other room.

“ HEY- waitwaitwait nono we can talk this out- Y/N was the one with the idea in the first place! “ Mylo panicked, quickly walking behind him while waving his arms around rapidly.

“ OI! YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR, I ONLY GAVE YOU THE CASH! HOW DARE YOU USE ME AS A HUMAN SHIELD FOR YOUR OWN GAIN! “ You yelled, soon running after them.

Thankfully Claggor started to like his new hair color and kept it for a couple more years.

Again, you never usually yell at people and you can be patient when it comes to your brothers and sisters.

The first time you got full on mad was actually thanks to Mylo.

“ Mylo… if you don’t get that bow out of your stupid little closet I will use your head as a sledge hammer and get it out myself. “

Mylo was trying to impress you on how great of a lock picker he was and locked your bow in his closet. Problem was, after he got your attention, he couldn’t get the locks open and now his lock picker was jammed.

If this was any other item you probably wouldn’t get angry. But since this was a gift from Vander and the rest of your siblings ( ft. Ekko for paying 4 cents in total ), you were getting pissed.

“ uh- uh- right- sorry okay uhm. Oh god- “

“ I’m going to give you 30 minutes to figure your shit out and if I don’t get my bow back by then, Mylo. I’ll make sure that you will see something even scarier than death itself, do you understand?!“

He nodded and quickly got back to work.

In the end, he ‘ borrowed ‘ Vander’s axe and saved your bow from being forgotten in his gross closet.

Yeah, never again.

He calls you a lot of nicknames. Some to tease you.

Gears ; you got scammed after thinking you bought a box full of arrowheads, looking in the box at home only to have 100 gears instead. Also how you got the nickname ‘ Gears for Brains. ‘

Jammer ; after the incident with the closet and your bow, whenever you you couldn’t find your bow he would call you Jammer. ( like how his lock pick got jammed )

Fruit Cake ; you once ate some old ladies fruit cake to be nice and later threw up the 3 slices she fed you. Calls you fruit cake whenever you are hurt or feeling sick.

Some other examples are ; archer, salty Salmon, sibby ( refuses to say sibling ), buggy, stinky breath, etc.

Claggor

The calmest sibling out of the entire Vander family

Usually when the two of you hang out it’s just you guys reading two different books in the same room.

It’s not that you two were awkward or didn’t like each other, you two just had your own kind of hanging out time.

But when you guys did plan to do something, the two of you would think about making trick arrows.

You two were in love with all of the comic books with Birdeye and Bait Bishop that you were both inspired to try and make their trick arrows.

Once, you two tried making a net arrow and it exploded in both of your faces.

You two got so tangled up in the nets that you had to call Vander over to cut you guys out.

Both of you can geek out about books and plays for hours and not get bored.

Sometimes Vander had to tell you guys to shut up and go to bed because of your late night talks.

“ Yeah, I honestly think Felix was the one that killed Ammi because remember in chapter 6 when they found out that Felix served prison for attacking his ex girlfriend?“ - Claggor

“ Yeah, no way. Jennie got jealous of Ammi when she went against her word and hooked up with that Taylor guy. Jennie is TOTTALY the killer- “ - you

“ kids… you’ve been talking about this for the past 2 hours… please just go to bed “ - Vander

It’s either that or he walks into the living room to see that you both fell asleep on the couch.

You two also like baking together.

Even though Claggor is the one that does most of the baking, you’re the one that does things like decorations and if you two are making a cake, you’re the one that frosts it.

The reason you only did decoration and frosting was because you were banned from baking cakes

It was a pretty uneventful day for Vander. The bar wasn’t as crowded like it usually was and no one tried to come in and pick a fight. He started humming to himself before he heard a loud boom coming from the kitchen, hearing a couple of screams and some pans dropping on the floor.

Dad mode on. “ Y/N!! NO- “ That was the sound of Claggor’s voice. He quickly left the bar and rushed to the kitchen “ Y/N?! Claggor?! Are you okay- “ Vander started coughing as he inhaled flour into his nose, squinting and fanning his hand around to try and see what happened.

“ Kids you okay? “ he asked, “ what happened in here? “

“ Y/N- how much baking powder did you use for the cake… “ Claggor asked, helping you up from the floor.

“ well- It was a lot of cake that we were making, so I poured the rest of the box. “

It was silent for a long time before you spoke up again, “ …I’m guessing I wasn’t supposed to add that much- “

“ You guess? You just exploded mY WHOLE KITCHEN- “

Vander made a weird face before looking at Claggor’s outline through the flour dust, “ your kitchen? “

“ Well it’s not that bad. “ you said quickly, trying to look on the bright side. “ at least I didn’t put metal in the microwave, hahaha!”

“ …kiddo… I love you, so, so much. I want you to know that. You are one of my oldest children, one of the mature ones and I greatly appreciate that… “

“ Aw! Thanks pops! I tr- “

“ But you’re no longer allowed to bake anything from now on. “

Oh god, after that incident, Mylo and Vi wouldn’t stop teasing you for months.

Claggor doesn’t really use nicknames for you and calls you by your name to show respect.

When the two of you are alone and he wants to get your attention, he will call you his sibling.

+++BONUS+++

Ekko

Ekko was the youngest of the group, but he was definitely the most energetic out of everyone.

Ekko looked up to you and Vi the most.

He thought you two were badass and thought you two were superheros at some point.

When you both had to tell him the truth, he was heartbroken but still looked up to you.

If he saw you out in public he would just follow you around, asking if you needed help with anything.

When he was going to be alone for the night, you would bring him back home to have a sleepover.

It was so hard to put Ekko to sleep, so sometimes you two would just read kids stories until you both passed out.

You usually fall asleep before him though…

“ and with a swoop of her wand… she gave Cinderella… “ you let out a yawn.

“ wait I want to see what happens! Don’t go to sleep yet! I want to see her pretty dress! “

“ mhm… of course little man, I’ll try and stay up. “ You smiled and kissed the top of his head. You two were currently sitting on the couch, both of you sitting cris-cross-apple-sauce while Ekko sat on your lap.

“ Cinderellas ruined dress started to glow,,, the fabric turned into beautiful silk as it turned into gorgeous blue ball gown“ Ekko waited for you to turn the page for a couple of seconds before hearing a small bonk behind him.

Ekko turned around to look at you to see you passed the fuck out. Your head hit the top of the couch, as you let out soft snores. Ekko pouted and yanked the book from your hands before closing it and putting it on the ground, turning around again to cuddle into your chest.

Since you called him little man and cutie pie as nicknames, he started making some up for you.

Sleep monster ; the amount of times you have, quote, “ betrayed him “ by falling asleep when you didn’t finish reading his books gained you this title.

Bow ; you have a bow. Simple as that.

[maddiwrites]

Secrets of the Shore

Pairing: Pogues x OC, eventually JJ x OC

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.

Note: Thank you so much for all the nice things you guys have said about chapter one! A couple people have asked to be tagged for every update so I started a tag list. If you would like to be tagged, please message me! I hope I got everyone who asked and if I didn’t please let me know. Next chapter, you’ll learn more about Marleigh and her personality so bare with me (: Gonna post updates every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday (:

Another Note: Apparently my hashtags didn’t work the last time so I’m reposting this. I don’t know what happened. Sorry! Let me know if they worked this time (:

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: None

Chapter One

I wake up to the rustling of John B walking through the Chateau, kicking over empty beer cans and muttering to himself. He mentions something about service, but I can barely understand through the fog in my own head that's still heavy with sleep.

"Yo, JJ," He says and I hear a slap against bare skin. "You been outside?"

"I have polio, bro," JJ grumbles into his pillow. "I can't walk."

I peek one eye open. The sunlight coming in through the window blinds me for a second. I'm curled into myself with my back to JJ. He's sleeping on his stomach, his left arm slung over my side.

I groan as I pull myself up and lean against the back of the couch. Stretching my arms, I turn to look out the window. Even with just a quick glimpse, I can see the mess in our back yard Hurricane Agatha made. A wash of frustration runs through me when I think about all the work we're going to have to do to clean it up. Not just here but on Figure Eight too. No way those Kooks get their hands dirty for this.

I swing my legs over the mattress and follow my brother outside after hearing JJ mumble something about me leaving. His morning voice sends a rush of warmth to my chest and I have to hold back the grin that's fighting it's way on my lips.

The first thing I see is the giant tree that now lays across our yard, ripped out of its roots. Had the wind been blowing the other way, it would have landed on our house and we would have been screwed.

"Damn," I whistle, still scanning the damage. John B's pulling branches out of the HMS Pogue. Somehow our small boat has managed to survive the storm. I look over to the chicken coop that's to the side of our home. The roosters are crowing which means they're alive too.

"Agatha did some work, huh?" JJ says from the porch door. He already has a beer in his hand as he studies our yard. I know he's already thinking about the labor he'll have to put into other people's yards too.

"Yeah, she did," My brother says, looking out into the water.

"What you thinking?"

John B looks back with a smirk on his lips. "I'm thinking that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab."

"What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?" JJ asks, looking between my brother and I.

He shakes his head. "Nah, they're not getting on a ferry." He hops down from the boat and approaches us. "Come on, think about it. It's God tellin' us to fish."

JJ smirks back at him. "Yeah."

"Let me get changed first," I tell them before turning back into my house.

No lights turn on when I flick the switch on my bedroom wall. Now I know what John B was muttering about when he first woke up. I pull up the blinds on my windows to let some kind of light through my room. Then I hold up two bathing suits in my mirror, trying to pick between the blue one or the floral one.

"I like the blue one," JJ says, welcoming himself into my room. I swivel around in surprise. I thought I locked my door. I glare at the intrusion but he ignores it, his smirk only growing. "Matches your eyes and if I remember correctly, the bottoms are more cheeky than the other ones."

I throw the floral bikini top in his direction, which he skillfully dodges. I don't know if it was JJ's opinion or if I was already leaning towards the blue bathing suit, but that's the one I choose.

As JJ ruffles through his duffel bag on my dresser, I go to the bathroom to change. I throw on another pair of jean shorts and a T shirt and follow the boys out to the dock where they're already getting the boat ready.

Its kind of routine when the Pogues have a boat day. We make our way through the marsh, first picking up Pope and then Kie, who will more than likely have a cooler packed with drinks and snacks. We'll stay on the water for hours, getting sunburnt and drunk until the sun goes down or one of us wants to go back to surf.

I look over the damage that Hurricane Agatha as tortured onto our side of the island. Everyone's yard looks just like mine. Fallen trees and branches litter their back yards. Some boats have sunken into the water, and not a single house looks like they have power.

"Good morning!" John B yells to the residents as we drive by. Always the friendly face he is.

"Sure hope Guffy's boat didn't sink," JJ says, standing on the front of the boat, looking into the yards. "He doesn't have insurance."

"Yeah."

"Hi, Miss Amy!" I wave to the woman raking the leaves and picking up sticks. She looks up at us and waves back, taking a break from the yard work. "You guys get through it?"

She motions to her yard and shrugs her shoulders. "Still here!"

She goes back to her yard work and JJ immediately turns around and looks at John B with a proud smile. "She totally looked at me."

"I saw it." John B smirks back, playing along.

I roll my eyes and lean further back into the boat, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes and muttering the word 'idiot.'

"Dude look at this place." JJ whistles. "Agatha what did you do?"

"She is a crazy lady."

"Hard-core Hurricane surge. We'll be cleaning this all summer."

"That's my nightmare."

"Well, look who we have here," JJ says, making me look up at the dock we're closely approaching.

I make my way to the front of the boat to stand next to JJ as we get closer to Pope's dock where he is standing with his father already on clean up duty.

John B talks into his shoulder like a cop radios his partners and changes his voice to sound like he's speaking through a megaphone. "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory." He even mimics the static noise those horns make.

Pope looks at us defeated. "I can't. My pop's got me on lockdown."

"Come on, Pope!" I groan.

JJ does the same thing as John B and talks into his shoulder, using the same voice. "Your dad's a pussy. Over."

Heyward approaches the railing of his deck and points at JJ with a glare. "Oh, I heard that, you little bastard."

I can't help but laugh at the interaction.

"We need your son!" I add.

"Yeah, and island rule. Day after a hurricane's a free day," JJ says.

"Who made that up?" Heyward continues to glare at him.

"Uh, Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance." JJ pretends to check his pockets. "I have a card."

"Think I'm stupid?"

Pope turns to his father with pleading eyes. "I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow."

Immediately his father shakes his head. "You think - no. No." Pope looks at us, silently conflicted. "Hell no," His dad says, reading his son's face. "You doin' it right now."

Pope looks back at us. When he finds my eyes I nod my head and wave him closer to me. "Come on. Get in the boat."

"Make a run for it," JJ says too.

Heyward glares at us. "Boy if you get in that boat -"

Pope doesn't wait to hear the rest of that sentence. He's already taking off towards us. JJ's there, ready to help him in before his dad can catch up to him. I clap my hands and wrap my arms around his neck in a tight hug when he makes it in. John B immediately starts driving away.

"How does that feel?" JJ says.

Pope can't even enjoy the moment completely. His dad yells at us as we float away and he's waving to John B to drive faster. "Go, go, go, go."

"Bring your ass back up here!" Heyward continues to yell at us.

Pope turns to yell back at his dad. "I promise I'll do it tomorrow, Dad."

"You're gonna clean shrimp, clean fish -"

"Love you pops!"

"Love you pops!" I repeat, falling back in my seat at the end of the boat and laughing up at the sky.

"We'll bring him back in one piece!" John B yells. "I promise."

"And I don't like your friends!" Is the last thing we hear from him.

A couple minutes later, we're driving down Kook land. Kie is already at the edge of her dock, holding a cooler like I knew she would. Her curly brunette hair falls behind her shoulders. I wish I had hair like her's.

JJ walks to the side to help her in. He holds out his hand for her to take. "Oh, top o' the mornin' to ya."

"Good morning," She says, moving to the end of the boat to take a seat next to me.

"Morning," John B and I say.

"Whatcha got?" Pope asks her. "You got some juice boxes?"

"You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks," She replies sarcastically, using her shoulder to shove me slightly when I scoff.

"How about my kind of juice box?" JJ says, falling on the seat on the other side of me.

"Yeah." Kie pulls out the bottles of beer and hands them out. The three of us cheer when we pop the cap off. I let the carbonated bread water, as I like to call it, slide down my throat. Beer always taste better in the boat in the summer.

John B and Pope switch seats, leaving Pope behind the wheel.

"Brace for impact," Pope says as he picks up speed now that we're past the 'No Wake' zone. My hair flies behind my shoulders as the wind rushes past me.

JJ stands up and holds out his hands in the air, basking in the breeze and morning sun. "Bet you can't do this. Party trick." I narrow my eyes at him, glaring through the beaming sun. "Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster?"

"Here we go. I'm movin'," Pope says.

John B shakes his and watches JJ hold out the beer in front of his face. "Doesn't work."

"We've tried this like six thousand times," I say through my laugh. I look back down at Kie who is also rolling her eyes playfully.

"I got this. It's gonna work," JJ says.

JJ tilts the beer bottle towards his mouth letting the momentum and the wind pull the beer out of the bottle and splash on his face, barely hitting his open mouth like he intended it to. The excessive beer splashes down on mine and Kie's skin.

"You're getting beer in my hair!" Kie complains, moving to the other side of the boat next to John B.

JJ doesn't stop. He keeps moving his head to catch the liquid but he will never move fast enough to catch the mess he's creating.

"All right. All right. You're done." John B says.

"All right, stop!" Kie says, everyone somewhat annoyed that they're going to smell like beer for the next twelve hours.

Before JJ could even consider listening to any of us, the boat comes to a complete halt, jerking us forward and sending JJ flying off the boat. I slam onto the floor of the boat on my side. A small groan escapes my lips as a dull pain shoots through my hipbone.

"Jesus, Pope!" Kie yells. When I look up, she and John B are also on the floor. The steering wheel broke Pope's fall.

I pull myself up and fall back on my original seat. I twist my body around to look for JJ in the water. John B calls for him, asking if he's okay. His head peeks out from the water's surface and squints back at us with a grimace.

"I think my heels touched the back of my head."

I laugh at the exaggerated statement.

"Kie, Mar, you guys okay?" John B asks.

I look back to see Kie pulling herself off the ground and falling next to John B in the seat next to him. He rubs the skin on her back comfortingly. She smiles at him gratefully and nods her head. I keep my stare there for a few more long seconds. Recently Kie and John B have been hanging out more closely with one another. Obviously, they're best friends like the rest of us, but they're always picking the seat that's next to one another. Touches linger on the other's skin, and even Kie is laughing at John B's not so funny jokes.

"Pope what did you do?" JJ swims back to the boat.

"Sandbar," Pope says, looking out into the water. "Channel changed."

"No shit."

"This is probably gonna mess this whole place up," John B says.

"Hey, I saved the beer, though."

A sarcastic scoff blows past my lips and I shake my head. "Congrats, JJ."

"Guys..." I look back over at Pope who's fixated on something in the water as he stands on the side of the boat, unmoving. Barely blinking. "I think there's a boat down there."

"Shut up. What?"

"No way."

"No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's a boat down there," Pope says.

I follow the others to the side of the boat to find what Pope is staring at. I'm ready to tell Pope he's seeing things and needs to get a couple more hours of sleep, but to my surprise he is right. A couple feet below the murky water is the silhouette of an overturned boat.

"Guys...is this..." John B says slowly.

"It's a boat!" Kie says.

I'm the first one to start stripping out of my clothes, curiosity overwhelming me. I want to see what's down there...if someone is down there.

"Guys, wait up!" I hear Pope yell as soon as I dive into the water next to JJ.

I swim deeper into the water, ignoring the thudding pain in my ears as I sink further into the marsh. The salt water slightly stings my eyes, but it isn't anything I'm not already use to. You kind of get use to it after wiping out in the ocean every time you surf.

The boat's bigger than the water's surface made it out to be. I don't think it's real until I feel the smooth exterior under my fingertips. I push myself a little deeper before I run out of air. I try looking through the open bars into the driver's seat. A part of me is afraid of what I might see, but I have to know. I have to make sure there's no one in here. Trapped and decaying all alone. My biggest fear is that my dad is somewhere in the middle of the ocean submerged in that same position.

However, I'm relieved when I don't see a dead body floating around the steering wheel.

When I feel my chest tighten, I push myself up to the surface. I gasp for air the second the cool breeze hits my face.

"You guys saw that?" JJ pants.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah I did!"

"Yeah!"

We swim back to the boat. John B climbs up first then holds out his hand for me to take. JJ is right behind me and pulls himself up.

"See?" He smirks at me when John B moves to help Pope and Kie up the boat. "Cheeky."

I shove his chest back with two hands. He falls back into the seat I had originally occupied, laughing to himself. I roll my eyes and throw my jean shorts back on when my legs are dry.

I both love it and hate it when JJ makes comments like that. It makes my heart flutter every time and fireworks explode in my stomach. But every euphoric feeling I get dissipates within seconds when I remember that the two of us will never happen. Because he's my brother's best friend. Because he's my best friend. And I can't ruin that like I ruin everything else in my life.

JJ turns to the rest of our friends and runs his fingers through his wet and tangled hair. "That's a Grady-White. A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy. That's a primo rig."

"Yeah. That's the boat we saw when we surfed the surge." John B says, catching my attention. "Maybe it hit the jetty or something."

The memory of last night sprints to the front of my brain. The boat. I should have expected it to sink, but shouldn't have someone been behind the wheel? Whoever it was, I hope they made it out alive. I can't help but feel a small sliver of hope for that person since I didn't find them trapped inside the boat. With that sliver of hope came the reminder of my dad's disappearance like a slap in the face. Maybe if something had happened to him, he could have made it out alive too.

No. He is dead, I tell myself.

"You surfed the surge?" Kie's voice brings me out of my head. Her voice is strong and laced with disapproval.

"That's my boy. Pogue style!" JJ cheers.

"Why are you only looking at me? It was Marleigh's idea!" John B points an accusatory finger my way, hoping to take some of the blame off of motherly Kie.

Kie turns to glare at me. "What the heck?"

"Pope was there too!" I follow John B's lead by pointing my finger at someone else. This in return earns Pope a glare from our curly brunette friend.

"They guilted me into it! Said if they didn't have another pair of eyes, they'd probably drown and no one would be there to save them," Pope says with a glare. "They're lucky I was there. I was the one who saw Mar go under."

"I was fine!" I roll my eyes at Pope's dramatized version of events.

"Wait, wait." JJ interrupts the bickering. "Do we know whose boat that is?"

John B shakes his head and walks to the back of the boat where JJ and I are standing. "No, but we're about to find out."

"Dude, it's too deep."

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ."

JJ makes his way to the opposite side of boat next to Kie and Pope. He digs into the cooler for another beer and takes a long swig. "Well, I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front."

John B pulls the anchor up and untangles it from the chains. "That's fine." He holds the anchor close to his chest, using the extra weight to drag him down further into the water. He catches Kie's disappointed glare and sighs. "What?"

Pope looks between the two and brings his hand up as a salute to my brother. "Diver down, fool."

John B nods. "Diver down."

JJ walks up to him and shoves him in the water by his chest before he can change his mind. "Yeah, he is."

John B's body disappears behind the muddy water. No one says anything as we wait. Kie bounces anxiously next to me on her toes. Her hands grip the edge of the boat until her knuckles turn white. I want to say something to her, to make her relax, but I don't want to embarrass her in front of the other two idiots on the boat.

"Should we go get him?" Pope asks after it's been a minute.

Before Kie can jump into the water, John B resurfaces, coughing water out of his mouth.

"Oh my God." Kie scowls. "That took forever."

I shake my head with a small smile on my lips and take the anchor from his hands.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope asks.

"Looting potential?" JJ follows up.

John B pulls himself into the boat. I hand him a towel.

"No. No." He shakes his head but holds something small in his hand. "But I found this motel key."

"A key," Pope says with no emotion, clearly not as excited as John B.

"Yeah, a key, Pope."

"Great!" JJ snags the key out of his hand and looks at it. "We salvaged a motel key."

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard," Kie says.

I agree with Kie. "Maybe we'll get a finder's fee."

"Yeah and not work all summer," JJ says. "Thanks Agatha, ya batch."

John B drives us back to the shore, but we don't go to the Chateau. We go to the coast guard to report the boat.

I'm not surprised to see the coast guard's post surrounded with people, shouting complaints and concerns. There is no designated line for people to professionally line themselves up. At least, if there is, no one is following the order.

I decide to wait with Pope and Kie in the boat while John B and JJ try to report the sunken boat. I rest my legs on the cooler and bask in the late morning sun with the spare couple of seconds I have in silence.

However those seconds are short-lived when I feel someone kick my legs off the cooler, almost knocking me off my seat.

"What the -"

Then I feel an upward slap to the back of my head. "The surge!"

"Ow, Kie!"

"You could have died out there!"

"But I didn't." I offer a guilty smile. When she doesn't smile back, I sigh and sit myself up straighter. "It's fun, Kie. You'll never know until you try it. You should come out with us next time."

"Your brother would have never let you do it, let alone join you."

Her words make me pause. It's true John B use to be more responsible. Out of the two us, he was always the one to keep us both in line. Sometimes he would be like a second father to me. He always protected me, bandaged me up, and took the fall for mistakes I made. Now he is following in my footsteps. Taking more risks with an act-now-think-later mentality. All of our friends know he's doing this to deal with our dad's disappearance. Unlike Kie, I don't think what he's doing is wrong. He's having more fun, and he's not going to kill himself doing it.

It's better than what I was doing when I tried forgetting about what might of happened to my dad.

The boys return with blank faces. I can already tell that the coast guards couldn't care less about their problem, let alone if they even listened.

"Well, that went well," John B says.

"So what's the plan?" I ask, ignoring Kie's deadly stare on the side of my head.

"I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." John B holds up the key with a mischievous smirk.

"We don't know who's room that is." Pope is quick to try to stop him. "It could be anyone."

Shockingly, Kie doesn't take Pope's side. She slaps her hands to the back of his shoulders and giggles. "Come on. I'll be lookout."

After JJ unties the boat from the dock, John B steers the boat in the direction of the motel.

"Finder's fee," John B shrugs. "Just saying."

"And hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice," JJ says as he stands next to John B, smirking down at a disapproving Pope.

"Man," Pope complains.

"Come on, bubba," John B laughs.

A couple minutes later, we pull up to the dock outside the motel, in front of the parking lot. I've seen run down motels before, but this one looks like it could be used in a horror movie. The wooden siding is peeling off, littering the pavement below. The railing on the balcony looks less than stable, most slabs even missing.

JJ whistles. "I thought the Chateau looked bad."

"This place is a shit show," John B agrees.

"Motel or meth lab?" Kie says.

"You be the judge," says Pope.

"Doesn't look like a place somebody with a Grady-White stays," I say, confused as to why a man living here had a boat as expensive as the one we found.

"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed," Pope says.

JJ walks to the edge of the boat to tie us to the dock. I come up behind him to help.

"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing," JJ announces.

"We good?" John B asks as I tie the last knot.

"Yeah, we good," JJ replies.

I get out of the boat first and flip my sunglasses on top of my head. There's only two cars in the parking lot, which is good news. Less chances of us getting caught.

"All right. Here goes nothin'," John B says, hopping out of the boat next to me. JJ follows.

As we turn to walk away, Pope calls out for us to stop. "Hey!"

"Yeah?" John B asks.

"Don't let them do anything stupid," He tells my brother, nodding towards JJ and I with his head. I stick my tongue out at him but he doesn't acknowledge it.

JJ wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. "Oh, we will."

I laugh and shove him off of me.

John B laughs too before turning to Pope. "I'm not making any promises."

"Yeah I know," Pope finally sighs.

"Hey!" Kie walks to the side of the boat that's next to the dock. Neither John B or Kie say anything for a moment. They both just stand there, looking at each other for about two seconds too long. If I were any closer, I'd be able to see them blushing like crazy. "Uh, be careful." She looks over his shoulder at JJ and I who are watching them with raised brows and amused expressions. "I mean it."

"Yeah," John B chuckles and follows JJ and I out to the stairs that will bring us to the second floor of the motel.

The smell of the motel is almost as bad as it looks. Like a sweat box drenched in urine with a hint of cigarette smoke. Stacked on the side of the building near every room is a bare mattress, not one of them without a yellow or brown stain.

"Why are all these mattresses out?" I ask.

"After a hurricane, they ditch 'em 'cause they're moldy," JJ answers me before turning to slap his hands on John B's shoulders. He raises his voice an octave higher to mimic Kie and pretends to fawn over him. "Just be so careful, John."

John B pushes him away and rolls his eyes. "God, you're so weird."

"What was that about?" JJ continues.

"I don't know. Maybe she wants us to be careful." My brother plays dumb. It makes me roll my eyes. I don't know if he's just trying to avoid the conversation or if he's just that blind.

"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like -" Again JJ raises his voice and clings onto John B's arm. "Oh be careful John B."

John B pushes him off again. "Get off."

JJ continues, "Oh, give me that John D already." He drops his voice back to normal. "When are you gonna swoop on that, man?"

I roll my eyes and lead the way. Most of the curtains are pulled down on every window. The doors lining the walls look thin enough that I could fall through them and accidentally whip them open. Even the wood I'm standing on doesn't seem sturdy enough. I feel like I'm going to fall through it with every step.

"Bro, you know the rule. No pogue-on-pogue macking."

"Yeah, trust me. I know that rule."

I look over my shoulder at the blonde boy, only to find him staring straight back at me. He quickly winks at me before I turn back around. Something flutters in my stomach.

"You're the one always hitting on her," John B retaliates.

"Of course I'm always hitting on her," JJ says. And just like that, the flutters are gone and replaced with something that more resembles nausea. "She's a super-hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. Why? I can't figure it out either, but who cares, bro? I know that door's locked because I've tried it. Have you?"

"You need help."

"You both need help," I say, keeping my eyes on the numbers on each door. We're getting close.

"Not a little help, you need a lot of help," John B continues, ignoring me completely. "It's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like...'Uhh.'"

We finally reach room twenty nine and I turn to look at the two knuckleheads with a glare. I love being their friend and all but sometimes the bro talk needs to stay within the bros.

"What? It's not a big deal," JJ says more to me than John B which only makes me roll my eyes more. "You do the same thing."

"Shut up. This is us. Twenty-nine," I say.

JJ sighs and walks to the other side of me to peek into the window. When he doesn't see anything he knocks on the door. In an even higher pitched voice he says, "Housekeeping." I look behind us to make sure no one is looking.

"Should we try it?" John B asks.

"Yeah," JJ and I say at the same time, taking a step back so John B can use the key to let us in.

"No power. No security cameras. No one's gonna know," JJ says as a final push to invade this guy's privacy and ransack his room. Find out why he has a Grady-White and how we can get equally as lucky.

The door opens with a loud creak. The inside looks just as bad as the outside. Musty, dirty, and smells like the actual housekeepers haven't visited for weeks. Maybe months. As suspected the power is out and the windows are so dirty that barely any natural light can peek through them.

On the full size bed is a small green duffel bag and a pack of cigarettes. Next to it is a pillow I would not trust laying my head. Dirty laundry surrounds it on the floor and if I listen closely, I'm pretty sure I can hear a mouse squeaking away in a corner.

"Check the bag. See if there's a name on there somewhere," John B tells me.

I grimace as I reach my hand below the zipper. I don't know what I'm going to find in there but my mind immediately thinks there's a severed head laying in the bag. In a motel like this, the idea isn't far fetched. But instead, I pull out a coat.

"A jacket," I tell them. Nothing special but at least it's not a head.

John B holds up a pair of shoes. "Denim slides."

I look at the tag and run my fingers through the pockets. There's nothing that tells me who it belongs to. "No name on the jacket."

"It's a nice jacket though," JJ says, walking up next to me and taking it from my hands to look at it. "Definitely over 50."

John B holds up another pair of shoes. "He's got New Balances."

JJ finds a small map on the night stand and holds it out to the light. "Yo, dude, come here. Maybe this is where they were fishing."

John B grabs the map to look at it. "Let me see."

"Right there." JJ points at the part that's circled in red pen.

"No, that's off the continental shelf. That's Big Swell. Nobody fished there."

John B tucks the map in his back pocket and moves to the other side of the room. He picks up a cup and sniffs it, immediately pulling it away with a cringe. "Coffee?" He offers me the mug.

"Yeah," I reply sarcastically, turning away to shuffle through the random pieces of paper on the nightstand. Just a couple of receipts from the donut shop down the street. Nothing that has a name on it. Plus a piece of paper that has random numbers on it.

"Standard. Tissues when you get lonely," JJ says from the bathroom, tossing anything that seems invaluable over his shoulder into the dirty bath tub behind him. "Oh!"

"What?" I look up at him, hopeful that he found something that we actually came looking for. Although, I don't really know what that is yet. "Did you find anything?"

"A really awesome Dopp kit your brother won't let me steal."

John B smirks at him. "Yeah, 'cause we're not stealing shit."

JJ groans and throws the kit over his shoulder with the other crap he's not taking.

John B opens the cabinet under the TV stand. He drops to his knees when he finds a small safe with a padlock protecting it. I walk up behind him and squat next to him, narrowing my attention at the codes he's trying. I roll my eyes at the first one. "One-one-one-one." The safe beeps at the incorrect password. Then he tries "One-one, one, two." Again the safe beeps at us three times.

"Punching shit at random. That will...definitely work," JJ says behind us. He bends down to pull the map back out of John B's pocket to look at it.

"Wait a second," I say, turning back to the nightstand with the paper that had the four random numbers on it. It suddenly makes sense. "Here."

"I don't know. I don't know about the second one," JJ says, more to himself because John B and I are more focused on the safe. "These coordinates, they...wait. My cousin said you could catch swordfish here."

"Six, one, six, six, six," John B mutters to himself.

"Six, six, six. That can't be a good sign," I say.

"Nah, that wouldn't make any sense," JJ shakes his head to himself. "What about a surf spot?"

The safe's lock clicks instead of beeps at us. The metal door pops open, inviting us in. John B looks at me with a proud and giddy grin. I can't help but let out a breathy laugh and open the safe completely.

"Holy shit," John B curses when we finally see what's in the safe. My eyes grow wide at what we find. Stacks of one hundred dollar bills and a gun. The find only confuses me more. If this guy had money like this, why was he staying here? "Uh...JJ."

"Hm?" JJ finally hums after having a long conversation with himself.

"You're gonna want to see this," I say, smirking up at him.

I stand up from my spot so JJ could get a good look. He crouches down next to my brother and the smile on his face is similar to a child on Christmas morning.

He reaches in and instead of grabbing the money, he grabs the gun. I can't say I'm surprised. This is JJ we're talking about.

"You grabbed the gun," John B scoffs but can't hide the grin on his face.

"This is a SIG Sauer!" JJ exclaims, holding it up in the air and admiring it.

"Put the gun back, JJ," John B says.

"This is a fucking spendy gatt, man. Just..." JJ points the gun in front of him and pretends to fire it. "Bam! Bam!" I duck out of the way. I know he's just pretending but I wouldn't be surprised if he accidentally shot it because he was too excited. "Bam! Bam!"

"Jesus JJ," I hiss. "Quit it."

"Hey, think about it! Bam! Bam!"

"We're not stealing anything," John B says.

"Just take a pic of me. Right here," JJ holds the gun to his chest and points it up at the ceiling, posing with it.

"You want me to take a picture of you?" I purse my lips and raise one brow at him.

"Yeah, like..."

"Make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what you're talking about?"

A light tapping from the back window stops us all from our tiny bickering match. All three of our heads turn to the window, confused.

"Wait what was that?" John B says first.

JJ and I follow him to the window. He pulls the curtain to the side and presses his face against the dusty glass. Pope and Kie are jumping up and down and waving their hands like two idiots and pointing at a car parked in the lot. Their voices come through the glass quietly, but just loud enough for us to hear them say, "Cops! Cops! Cops!"

"Shit," John B pushes off the window.

"What is it?" JJ asks.

"Cops."

On cue, there's knocks coming from the other side of the door. "Kildare County Sheriff's Department!"

"Shit," I curse to myself and push myself in front of the boys. The only way we are getting out is through the window. JJ and John B climb out first. JJ holds out his hand for me to take right as the door knobs squeaks.

The jump is too high. All three of us would break our ankles if we tried. The only option we have is to stick it out on the roof and hope the cops don't look out the window.

The roof is small since the window sits on the side of the building. The only way the three of us will fit is if I'm pressed against the siding with JJ pressed behind me. Which is the exact position we're in. My right foot dangles off the side of the roof to make as much room for JJ as I can so we're as flat against the building as possible. I can hear his racing heart against my back and I can't help but wonder if it's from the adrenaline rush of being caught by the cops or being pressed up against me.

I know why my heart's beating like mad.

I try to even my breathing so I can listen in on what's happening inside. The cops' voices are muffled through the walls. I glance at John B who is trying to peek inside. His brows furrow together in confusion at what he's seeing. When he looks up at me, I mouth "what" but he only shakes his head.

JJ tries to shuffle around his footing, which only makes him fumble more and lose his balance. I can't help the gasp that escapes my mouth. I grip on to both JJ and the corner of the wall so neither one of us fall. Unfortunately, as I try to save both of our lives, the gun slips out of JJ's pocket and creates an even bigger scene.

I squeeze my eyes tight and press myself deeper into the rotting wooden siding of the motel, praying that the police think it was only a bird or a squirrel. When I peek one eye open, I see John B grimacing against the building too. He shakes his head again for me and JJ not to move.

Minutes feel like hours as we wait, but eventually we hear the door close and the voices of the police officers on the balcony outside.

I exhale a deep breath and just about dive back into the room head first.

The boys follow me out the door the cops just walked out of and we meet Kie and Pope back at the boat. When they see us approaching, they both let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, that was fun," JJ says as we step back into the boat. My safe spot with nothing but water if we fall off.

"Could have warned us sooner," John B says lightly.

Kie rolls her eyes. "We would have except Pope was on the math team."

JJ turns to look at our geeky friend. "You were on the math team?"

"The cops took everything," John B says before another bickering fest could erupt between JJ and Pope. I turn to look at John B. That's what he must've seen in the room. "Like it was a crime scene."

"Did you guys find anything?" Pope asks.

"Did we find anything?" JJ says with a smirk. "No I don't think so." He holds up the gun and a stack of one hundred dollar bills. His smile grows wider. "Oh, yeah, we did."

Of course he stole them.

Pope and Kie jump up from their seats and look at JJ like he's grown two heads.

"What the hell?" Pope says in awe.

"What the hell?" Kie scowls.

"Dude, chill. Come on," JJ says, relaxed.

"Why take that from a crime scene?" Kie asks. She looks at me for some kind of explanation but I only shrug in response. I don't know what goes on in JJ's head.

JJ shrugs. "Better than cops having it."

"You serious?" Kie looks at John B who only gives her the same response I do.

Pope sits back down with his head in his hands. "I'm going to lose my merit scholarship."

JJ walks over to him and wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind him. "Hey, hey, shh, shh, shh. At least you have us, right?"

"I'm living the nightmare."

I laugh at Pope's theatrics even though I know he's genuinely worried about losing his scholarship - the only thing he has that will get him off of this damn island and make a name for himself. A selfish part of me hopes he loses the scholarship so he's forced to stay here with the rest of us, but I know that will never happen. Pope is the smartest guy I know and deserves to go off to a fancy college and be successful. The scholarship is going to give him that out we all desperately want. He's not going to lose that scholarship. I've already made sure so.

He just doesn't know it.

~ ~ ~

We dock our boat in town to grab something to eat before going back to my house. I am craving fish tacos and no one is going to stop me from getting them. As we wait outside with a couple other kids I recognize from school a couple years younger than us, paramedics and cop cars show up. Another boat pulls into the dock. A coast guard. Four men haul a stretcher off of it and wheel it up to the waiting ambulance. A sheet is drawn over the body so I can't see who it is but a sick thought races through my mind.

"Who's that?" John B asks the girl sitting near us.

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm," She says. I ignore the look John B casts my way and look at the girl's phone as she holds it out to us. "Check out this pic I got." She smiles sickly at it. "Dead body."

"Insane," I mumble, suddenly feeling sick and not in the mood for fish tacos.

"Holy shit." My brother says.

"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asks her.

She puts her phone away. "Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it."

As soon as Kie walks out of the store carrying our food, we book it out of there. JJ tells her what happened on the ride back to the Chateau as I sit and think about how screwed we are if we get caught with the gun and money. They might think we killed him!

"So, um...we didn't see anything," Pope says as we walk into the Chateau. "We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."

I fall on my couch and lean forward, biting my nails until I reach the nub - a nervous habit of mine. The smell of my tacos makes me queasy. They could have been swimming near that dead body yesterday. Who knows.

"Actually Pope's right for once," JJ says, plopping down on the seat next to me. He takes my hand away from my mouth and leans into the side of the couch, still staring at Pope who looks at him with raised brows. "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."

"Guys, we can't keep that money," Kie says.

"Okay, not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kie," JJ says which only makes Kie's scowl deepen.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs," Kie continues. "Otherwise, it's bad karma."

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too," Pope adds. "We gotta go dark."

JJ shrugs. "If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree."

"I don't agree," John B finally pipes up and looks between all of us.

"What? Why?"

"Just think about it," John B says. "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White?" He shrugs and holds out his hands in surrender. "Just saying."

I don't know what to think but I'm leaning towards JJ's idea. We should keep our mouths shut but roll around in the money that we risked our lives for. Finder's keepers isn't just a saying that dies when you've reached your teenage years.

John B continues, "All right, so think about it Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?"

Pope inhales sharply. "Prostitution."

"Square groupers, bro," John B says. He looks at JJ who will understand where he is coming from. "Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?"

JJ smirks. "They were straight smugglin'."

John B snaps his finger that's pointing at JJ, "Smuggling. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck."

"Hell yeah!" JJ stands up and slaps John B's hand in the Pogue handshake. "Fish on!"

Pope speaks up, "For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it...it probably belongs to someone else."

"Minor details."

"They could come looking for it," I say, not exactly taking Pope's side but just mentioning the risk so that everyone knows what we're up against. We don't know what kind of people could be looking for this shit too.

Pope nods. "Taking it would be catastrophically stupid."

JJ bends down so he's face to face with Pope and holds out the money in front of his face. "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

"I wouldn't say all the time," I say, grinning when JJ looks over his shoulder to glare at me.

"All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal."

"Right. And how exactly do we do that?" Pope says.

When his eyes meet mine, a light bulb ignites in my head. My frown is turned upside down into a smile and I lean forward so everyone can see how exciting I am.

"Kegger?"

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[butgilinsky]

blueberry pancakes // rc

part one | series masterlist 

warning; language, drinking ig

summary; while y/n’s running from her feelings for jj, she ends up in a mess she didn’t account for 

word count; almost 3.5k 

life on the cut was anything but luxurious. small houses and being forced to work jobs that sucked, but paid somewhat decently. y/n was an only child which meant getting a job wasn’t even a question. her dad worked out of town a lot, and her mom worked doubles most of the time so she was pretty much always on her own. 

most kids would’ve killed for that, but y/n had gotten so used to it that it got old quickly. she didn’t want to be alone all the time, so she spent most of her time at john b’s house. 

she was there almost as much as jj, which wasn’t a problem with her. the two had been friends for years, and though she was close with all of the pogues, jj and john b were the two she’d known the longest and inevitably grew the closest to. 

john b had filled a brother role that she never knew she needed, though she enjoyed it immensely. jj, on the other hand, seemed to catch her attention in a slightly different way. 

having feelings for jj maybank was slightly problematic. the boy that was always in trouble, always doing things he wasn’t supposed to be doing and saying things that should never be said out loud. he was one of her best friends, and besides, he had feelings for kiara. 

“what am i going to do, y/n?” the girl opened her eyes, squinting slightly at the blinding light from the sun before looking at the blond. he was staring off the edge of the boat, hand running through his hair and tugging while he gulped down his beer. 

“about what, j?” he scoffed, being able to tell that she hadn’t been paying attention due to her question. 

“kie. how do i tell her i have feelings for her without fucking up our friendship?” y/n could practically feel the blood drain from her face. 

sure, she knew jj had a thing for kie. all of the pogues had a thing for kie, it was hard not to. it had been only recently that jj had started vocalizing his deeper rooted feelings for the girl, but he only ever told y/n. obviously, jj had no idea that y/n had the same thoughts about him. 

“i don’t know, jj. just tell her i guess. what’s the worst that can happen, right?” she wanted to rip her tongue out. the taste on her tongue as she spoke the simple words that held a deeper meaning was vile, and she felt her skin crawl at the mere mention of it. 

“you think i should just tell her? what if she slaps me or something?” 

“then you know how she feels, i guess.” y/n stood up, not wanting to sit around and hear anymore questions or give any further advice to the boy she’d fallen for that had fallen for her other best friend.

y/n dove into the water, barely making a splash. the water cooled off her skin, but there was no way to put out the fire in her stomach. the burning feeling of hearing jj talk about kie, though he had said it to her before, was almost unbearable. 

she stayed a few yards away from the others, not wanting to dive into another conversation. she floated on the surface, ears beneath the water and only hearing dull noises while she stared up at the sky. 

she had shut her eyes for what felt like only a few moments before something cold touched her stomach and she flinched. she opened her eyes and moved quickly, letting out a heavy sigh when john b stood there laughing at her. 

she punched the boy’s chest roughly but took the cold beer can from him. 

“you scared me, dick.” he laughed gently, his smile dropping at the fact that a smile never stretched across her lips like it usually did. 

“what’s wrong?” the girl shook her head, trying to shrug it off before it became a topic of conversation. 

“nothing, i’m fine.” she whispered softly before tipping the beer can up and taking several gulps of the cold liquid. 

“the kie questions, again?” she nodded, eye flicking up to the boat to see jj hanging over the side and messing with kie. 

they were hitting each other playfully, their laughs filling the air while pope stared at the two and sighed. he tried to get them to stop but it was no use when kie splashed water up at jj and he practically jumped on top of her. 

“you should just tell him.” y/n scoffed loudly at that, staring at john b with a knowing look. 

“and make an absolute fool out of myself? no thanks, johnny boy. i’ll stick to being the therapist of the group and help my two best friends fall in love with each other.” john b rolled his eyes, but he knew she was telling the absolute truth. she was the one everyone went to for advice, and she never thought twice about giving it, despite her own feelings.

“you’re going to kill yourself with this, y/n.” she shrugged simply and looked back at him, seeing the disapproving look on his face. 

“then i’ll see you on the other side.” 

she looked at the boat when kie called out to the two of them, pointing out the sun that was nearing its setting point. she told them to swim back to the boat so they could hitch a ride back to john b’s house before the boneyard party later that night. 

john b nodded quickly and tried to get in another word with the girl beside him but she had already started swimming back, holding the beer can above the water’s surface and handing it to kie once she was within arm’s reach. 

y/n pulled herself back on the boat, wringing the water out of her hair and her bathing suit top and completely ignoring the various glances thrown at her before she walked back to the same place she always sat in. 

she put her sunglasses on and lost herself in her thoughts as they rode back to john b’s dock. she helped unload the boat before walking into the chateau, stealing the shower before anyone could stop her. 

she found herself sitting beside john b hours later, eyes locked on the fire until they weren’t. the sight of brown curls up against blond strands that stuck in different directions caught her attention, making her stomach twist. 

to the pogues it was nothing, at least nothing they’d never done before. hell, y/n had done the same thing with pope and john b, but it sat different this time. her knowledge of jj’s feelings paired with her lack of knowledge of kie’s was enough to make her chest ache. 

“you’re staring at them again.” y/n snapped her head back to the boy beside her, sighing heavily when he gave her the same look he always did. 

she brought her cup to her lips, downing the rest of her beer before letting out a soft hiss and a heavy sigh. she stared at the empty cup before glancing back up at her two friends. she only watched for a second this time, standing up quickly and sighing once more. 

“i’ll be back.” she guessed she was walking towards the keg, but she didn’t truly care where she ended up as long as it wasn’t somewhere with a perfect view of jj and kiara. 

it hadn’t been all of five minutes that she was walking before she a body stopped in front of her, copying her movements in order to trap her in place.

“hey pogie, how’s your night going?” she rolled her eyes at the tall boy with a cocky smirk on his face and scoffed.

rafe cameron, prince of the kooks. she didn’t like him, though that was a given with their socioeconomic differences. the only difference between her and the rest of the pogues were that she didn’t exactly hate him, despite his reputation. 

the two never got along, but rafe seemed to go easier on y/n than he did with the rest of the pogues. she knew what he did in his down time, and how him and topper had practically dedicated their lives to making it known where they stood above all and any pogues. 

“nowhere, rafe. why do you even care?” he laughed gently at the question, because y/n knew exactly why he cared. the only thing that pissed off the pogues more than getting into a physical altercation with them, was when the kooks hit on y/n or kiara.

it had happened too many times to count. kie was at a slight disadvantage since she went to school with them for 9 months out of the year, but she also stood her ground against them. y/n easily gave into the interactions, letting the conversation go further that kie every would, before she simply walked away. kie, on the other hand, would jump at any opportunity to harshly shove the kooks away from her.

y/n never knew why but she never felt the deeply rooted hate for every kook on the island like her friends. though, that changed for kiara and more recently sarah. kiara and sarah were “different” as the boys always said, but it wasn’t something she liked to dwell on. 

topper and rafe always hit on y/n to piss of the pogues, and it worked every time. though, y/n thought that’s all it was, just an easy way to piss of the pogues and add another tally mark onto the kook’s score in this stupid classism war. 

“maybank and kiara look pretty close tonight.” rafe looked over y/n’s shoulder at the pair of friends that looked far from a pair of friends in that moment. y/n’s back was to them, but she could imagine what they looked like from previous experience. 

y/n rolled her eyes, face to face with rafe’s chest while he looked behind her. her eyes lingered elsewhere, trying to rid herself of the images flashing through her mind.

“do they? i haven’t noticed.” rafe laughed at that, knowing far too well that that was far from the truth. 

“well that’s a load of shit. you stare at the kid all night long and drink to forget about how they look together.” a small smirk grew on y/n’s lips as she tilted her head back slightly to look up at the boy in front fo her.

“have you been watching me, cameron?” the way his eyes snapped down to meet hers told her everything she needed to know, but he still scoffed and shook his head.

“in your dreams, pogue.” she rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, catching the boy’s attention once again.

“you can fool just about everyone on this island, rafe, but you’ve wanted to get into my pants since you were in high school. just because i didn’t jump at the opportunity doesn’t mean i didn’t notice.” his eyes blew wide for a split second before returning to normal. he’d never heard anyone say something like that to him. 

he tried to brush it off, but he didn’t succeed. different things rushed through his mind as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to react to this information, and what he was supposed to think about it.

“come with me.” he grabbed the girl’s hand and started trudging through the sand out to where everyone parked their cars.

the girl rolled her eyes but let the boy drag her away anyways. she didn’t feel threatened, and rafe didn’t seem angry like he usually did in situations like this. she knew rafe meant well when he acted around her, so she didn’t fear for where he was taking her or why he was taking her there. 

“i’m not having sex with you in the back of your truck, rafe.”

“that’s now what we’re doing. we’ll do that later.” she bit back a laugh and just followed the boy, shocked to see him open the passenger side door for her.

she pulled herself into the truck and watched rafe run around the front of it before he pulled himself in beside her. it wasn’t until they’d driven for a few minutes in silence that she asked where they were going.

“just trust me, yeah?” she scoffed, not knowing how she was meant to trust the boy that had beat up all of her friends on more than one occasion, but kept quiet. for some reason she did trust rafe, as crazy as it sounded.

it only took a few more minutes with rafe’s tendency to surpass the speed limit before they got to where they were going. it was the only restaurant on the island opened at this hour, and she loved it. 

she used to come to this diner all the time, but hadn’t been in what seemed like years at this point. she didn’t come often anymore, not having the money or the ability to convince her friends to come with her. it was also somewhat out of the way from where the pogues always spent their time, so there weren’t many opportunities for her to come. 

“i love this place.” she whispered softly, more to herself than anyone else.

“i know. you used to come with your dad all the time.” her head snapped to the side, narrowing her eyes slightly in shock.

“what else do you know about me, stalker?” he laughed gently before stepping out of the car, ignoring her question entirely. 

she followed suit, stepping out of the truck after him and following him into the diner. he held the door open for her, which only slightly surprised her this time, before they slid into a booth up against one of the large scaled windows.

she watched rafe look over the menu, though she knew he didn’t need to. most people that came to this diner knew what they were getting without looking, everyone had their usual order here. y/n hadn’t even grabbed a menu once they sat down. 

“you’re staring.” y/n clicked her tongue softly before the boy looked up at her, dropping the menu onto the table and intertwining his fingers together.

“i’m confused.” he raised an eyebrow in speculation, waiting for her to continue. “you dedicate your life to harassing the pogues, but secretly know things about me that my best friends don’t even know. and then you sweep me away from a boneyard party to take me to a diner that i haven’t been to in years.”

“years?” she rolled her eyes, surprised that that was the bit of information he clung to.

“yeah, years. hard to eat out all the time when you don’t have much money. plus, the pogues never want to come all the way out here so we just eat at the wreck most nights.” she shrugged, not finding the use in dwelling on the small pity party.

“they don’t come here with you?” she shrugged again, not knowing why it bothered him so much.

“are you going to tell me how you know weird things about me? how did you know i came here with my dad, and how did you know that i like jj?” she leaned over the table slightly, only pulling back when an older woman stopped by the table to pick up their orders.

she was surprised when rafe ordered french toast, figuring he’d be more of a waffle guy, but let it pass when she ordered her blueberry pancakes. she turned back to rafe after the woman left and leaned back over the table.

“i know you used to come here with your dad because rose used to drag sarah and i here to bond with us. you were almost always here, and when you weren’t, your dad was picking up a to-go order. i know you like maybank because it’s fucking obvious. you stare at him constantly and always have the same gloomy look on your face when he’s with kiara.”

she rolled her eyes, still finding this whole situation out of character for him. rafe cameron was the biggest ass on the entire island, and here he was, showing real interest in something that wasn’t cocaine or impressing her father.

it was odd to see rafe both sober and genuine, but y/n liked it. she liked this side of rafe, and it wasn’t the first time she’d seen him like this, though it had been the first time in a while.

“well that’s odd, cameron, but slightly endearing in the weirdest way possible.” he laughed gently, though it was the most genuine laugh she’d ever heard. his smile stretched across his lips, almost reaching his eyes, and his eyes lit up slightly.

“but tell me things i don’t know about you, y/n.” y/n shrugged, nervously picking at her fingernails. she didn’t like being the topic of conversation very much. she talked to people about them, not her. 

“why don’t you tell me about you?” 

“everyone knows shit about me, y/n.” she rolled her eyes and leaned back in the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“high school reputations don’t mean shit to me, rafe. i don’t care how people on the island see you; how the pogues see you. what are your hobbies? why is topper your best friend? why the truck and not a 4x4 like topper?” she rattled off small questions that she truly felt interested in, not caring about the kook image he attempted to uphold. 

“i guess i don’t have that many hobbies. top and i play golf a lot, so that’s one i guess. reading, i guess.” y/n’s eyes blew wide and she leaned back over the table, stopping rafe from continuing. 

“you read?” rafe scoffed at her tone, ignoring the annoyance building in the back of his mind. 

“yeah, i read. it’s therapeutic to me. good to know that’s so surprising to you. i couldn’t tell you why topper’s my best friend, he just has been for a while i guess. he knows too much about me for me to cut him out of my life.” y/n laughed softly, knowing the feeling all too well. 

“and i didn’t pick the truck, my dad did and i was just grateful to have a car at the time so i didn’t care what it was.” 

their food didn’t take long to come out, and y/n didn’t realize how hungry she was until she was staring at a stack of three large blueberry pancakes. she looked up at rafe when she heard him laugh at the slightly dazed look in her eye. 

“is there a problem, cameron?” he smiled brightly at her but shook his head as he poured a dangerous amount of syrup across the top of his french toast. 

“eat your pancakes.” 

the two stayed at that table for hours, finishing both of their meals and rattling off things to each other about themselves. y/n was sure she’d learned more about rafe in the first hour at the diner than she had learned about anybody in her life, besides john b or jj. 

it seemed incredible how different rafe was when he wasn’t deep in a pile of cocaine or on a rampage because of his dad. he was a normal guy, and y/n found herself sympathizing with him after he started opening up about his dad to her. 

y/n rolled her eyes when she saw that the lights were off in her house, knowing her mom hadn’t expected her to come home for the night. she couldn’t blame her, but know she’d have to navigate the house in the dark at 2 am. 

“you’re going to be okay, right?” she smiled at the worry in rafe’s question and nodded, sending him a reassuring glance. 

“she probably thought i was staying at john b’s, i’ll be okay.” he nodded and smiled back at her, ignoring the feeling in his chest when he realized he didn’t know when he’d see her like this again. 

she opened the door and jumped out of the truck, feet colliding with dirt before turning back to face the boy just a few feet away. 

“call me, cameron.” she smiled softly before shutting the door and walking up to her front door. 

he saw her pick up the flower pot beside the door and grab the key underneath before lodging it into the lock and pushing the door open. she waved at rafe one more time before disappearing into the house. 

she waited by the door until she saw the headlights disappear, smiling to herself at the night she had. 

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taglist; @queenofthebees003​ @extratragic​ @jjtheangel​ 

[tbslovely]

lost in vacations

in which Harry’s son gets lost in the hotel they are staying and you found him. well, sort of.

categories: dad!harry soft!harry

pairing: harry styles x you

warnings: none! <3

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this is my first time ever publishing something in here, i’m kinda nervous lol. massive thanks to @tbslenthusiast for hosting this!! i love dadrry so much 

☀️🌱🍭🌈🍹

While the sunbeams danced through the environment and laid calmly loaded kisses and serenity to Harry's bare skin, he with his fingers strongly affirming an oval glass with mango juice and his other hand holding a lollipop, calm was the least he felt because the despair drowned him in a pool with a depth of three or four meters.

Oh, just like the one that's in front of him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he repeated the same word in his head like a mantra, his eyes covered with his black glasses scanned the whole place, from the pool with people bathing and children floating in their Sponge Bob floats, women in their bikinis looking more comfortable than ever sunbathing or just resting in their towels, stalls with tables and chairs where there were people eating or drinking a cold, cold, cold beer. Until the white ceramic ended and the grass began along with the high palm trees that seemed to reach the sky (or if he looks a few degrees further to the right now Harry would be watching the big windows to enter the hotel again).

He could feel his heart hammering against his chest with frenzy; a caged animal that simply wants to escape. If Harry were an animated character, perhaps one would see the silhouette of the beating protruding his chest.

"Fucking hell. Fucking shit. Fucking me. Fucking—" he cut off himself, sighing frustratedly because his son was lost and he didn't know what to do and shit, his fingers hurt with the coldness of the glass, but that now didn't mattered because his son was fucking lost. "Where are you, Theo?"

Harry was hurting. His chest was burning like his eyes, it seemed that someone was rubbing them with sandpaper and a knot that didn't allow him to breathe normally had tightened strongly in his throat.

Where. The. Fuck. Is. His. Son.

Closing his eyes and taking a long sigh in the hope of calming the waters and relaxing his shoulders, he left to ask each person if they had seen his son, showing a photo of him on his cell phone and concentrating on three things at the same time: asking, looking for a curly head and maneuvering to hold the cold, cold—did I said cold? Well, the glass along with the lollipop which was intended for his son, who disappeared while Harry paid for the candy and perhaps, only perhaps he had been talking to the person selling them a little longer than usual.

And then, he saw him.

The pounds on his shoulders had fallen to the floor and the balloon inside his chest that did not do anything but to inflate finally burst and expelled all the air. Harry, obviously, was already on his way to where his son was, his gaze on him and discussing whether to scold at him or hug him or just apologize him or simply do as if nothing happened (although clearly the latest is not a close choice). He was so worried about his son that he didn't even realize you sitting next to him.

"Theodore Styles where the f— where were you? You can't disappear like that and you know it! I almost freaking died boy!"

Theo released the straw from his little, pink lips which had separated in agape. One could realize the relationship between them two right sway: same green eyes as leaves of a tree in spring and hair with the roots that are born of them.

"Dad! It was an emergency...look! Look! I found Mum!" The little answered and Harry's expression fell from Mount Everest, now just realising the presence of you that looked nostalgically at his son.

When Harry looked at you, his heart could not avoid breaking the stitches of a scar that still seemed to bleed. The cut that after all, will always bleed and there is nothing he can do about it.

"Um, I, er, uh... I'm sorry, I—"

"It's alright. He only came up and told me that he had found me and that she had come down from 'heaven.'" You laughed remembering the moment from minutes ago, although the smile that adorned your lips gradually was diminishing because what Theo had told you was actually really sad.

Harry tried to smile back, but he was only watching at his son who was looking at you with fulgent stars in his irises, so he ended up looking at you and now his heart was bleeding because, fuck, you with Zahra were like two drops of water.

"Is everything alright?" You asked a little stranged out given to the way they both looked at you, and have come to scare you a little because Harry had pulled his glasses out and it seemed that two—four precious emerald gems looked at you.

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, thank you for, for staying with him. How can I amend this to you, please?"

"Nonsense! It was nothing, really. Theodore.. he's a lovely boy!"

Harry scratched his head somewhat shy while the tattoo in his stomach seemed to have come alive; his belly tickled. "Thanks," he now addressed his son, "Bubs, you can't just leave like that, I truly almost started crying out there, did you wanted papa to be the clown of the vacations among all this people?" He laughed, his dimple graveling at the same time that he left the things he held on the brown table board and gave a strong hug to Theo, giving him several tenderness kisses in the crown of his head. "Don't do that again, you hear me bud? Never leave my side, let alone here, you understand?"

Theodore pouted, "B-but, but I found the angel of Mum!—"

Harry sighed, passing his fingers through his hair and taking a quick look at you. "Theo...we've already talked about this. Mum is up there, somewhere, floating up, up, up in the sky, like, like—"

"—Like stardust," you interrupted when you noticed how the cheeks of the oldest turned to a soft, red color and as he had started to blink more often. "I'm sure, uh, Zahra? That was her name you said?" Theodore nodded. You smiled, "I'm sure she was a wonderful human being, made of the most purest and precious star out there in space. The things you got to tell me about her were beautiful, Theo, so in the night, go to your window and look up to the sky, okay? Find the brightest star, the one that flickers, the one that makes you feel something in that big heart of yours and you'll know it's her."

The emotions you felt and Harry felt and Theodore felt exceeded the possible human levels of emotions. You wanted to cry, Theodore smiled from ear to ear making his eyes shrink, and Harry already had a river of tears swimming in his eyes, but never allowing them to become waterfalls.

Harry spoke, "Yep. Exactly. She's out there looking out for you, and I know—we both know that if you leave again like that she would not be happy, would she, bubs?"

"Uh-uh."

"Right. So don't do it again. And, thank you so much...?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N," Harry tastes your name on his palate, liking the flavor more than expected. "Thank you. Well, we have to go. Again, thank you so much, really, for everything, staying with him and your - your words. There's a lot of people in here so if he got lost than I wouldn't have known what to do. So thank you, Y/N. I, um, I'll guess I see you around, maybe?"

You smiled, the food shortage since you didn't eat breakfast had suddenly become delicious because you have a tummy full of butterflies. "No problem, uh..."

"Harry."

"Harry. You're so very welcome. Hey, Theo, don't leave your daddy's sight like that, okey? And remember what I told you about the night."

"Oki! Thanks for the juice, Y/N!" Theodore answered you by giving you a smile made by the sweetest honey to ever exist, sliding from his seat and throwing into his mouth the lollipop that his father bought him, intertwining his little fingers with Harry's long ones while the two of them were getting farther away from you, Harry from time to time turning his head to look at you one last time; to have your memory marked on his brain.

"She's like a copy of mum, dad. I-I thought it was her angel, that they sent her back!"

"Yeah..." Harry sighed, "she really does look like her."

Already at night, when the birds no longer chirped and the moon showed its nakedness, your silhouette had tattooed under Harry's eyelids, who wanted to be able to see you once again, but something that seemed not possible since tomorrow the two will leave the hotel in Punta Cana. A pessimist one could call him, but he had not seen you only one day of all twenty (or twenty-five) days they have been here, so finding you again tomorrow was a situation similar to the one to win the lottery: one in a million of possibilities.

Meanwhile, Theodore looked out the window and smiled at her mother, the brightest star of them all was dancing with the moon just like the treetops danced with the wind, and for a few moments, closing his eyes, he imagined that you were really his mum and not someone who was just as beautiful as she was.

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Thomas and his root beer float monologue

Thomas finally getting the root beer float that Mac Taylor has owed him for four years

Thomas: I have a whole speech for this

Mac driving: go ahead

Thomas: Okay, you have promised me this for four years, four years, it took me getting stabbed, almost lit on fire and thrown out a window...to get my damn root beer float, now why in the blue HELL did it take so long for me to get this

Mac sighs: Tommy I-

Thomas: Not done, now how come Hoppy got a root beer float quick and easy two YEARS ago, and last year when my dad visited he got one I am insulted!

Mac: done?

Thomas taking a drink: Yeah...

Mac nods: took so long because you haven't been out this way in four years

Thomas: Wait, wait so your not mad at me?

Mac: No...why would I?

Thomas: you didn't call me on Christmas four years ago so I've been hiding...

Mac: that is the stupidest thing I ever heard, I was probably tied up with a case

Thomas cough:

Mac: You okay?

Thomas waving his hand: YEAH!!! YE-AH

[anotherimaginethatblog]

Together

hey guys, so this is my first ever post of something ive written. im trying to get back into it so please bare with me while i get back into the swing of it.

pairing Kenny Omega x Reader

summary: your fed up with being stuck in the uk so decide to fly back to Florida (I am aware this probably has some holes in terms of the pandemic, but its only fanfic)

warnings: none 

Life was hard enough being in a long-distance relationship with the one and only Kenny omega and thats before adding the stress of a global pandemic into the mix. Late night phone calls and facetime was becoming the only way the two of you would get to spend quality time together but seeing his handsome face over the phone was just not enough for you.

“I need to see you ken, I miss just being in the house with you, it’s not the same on my own”.

“I know babe, but hopefully soon you can get a flight and come back to Florida and see me, I miss you too” said Kenny. “so much”

You needed to see your man, it felt like your soul was missing something, some important piece that just made you whole and happy. Despite your friends and family telling you to stay put in the UK you needed to get back to Florida, that was your home now. The place where you and Kenny had put down roots and decided to begin the next chapters of your lives together.

“you can’t just go to the airport and get a flight” your mum had said to you “they won’t just let you on the plane the way things are at the moment, it’s not ideal (Y/N), but that’s the way it is”.

Deep down you knew she was right, it was not the ideal time to be travelling, but how long do you (and could you) stay in the UK at your parents’ house for? You needed to go home, not only for the sake of your relationship with Kenny but for the sake of your relationship with your family, you loved your mum and dad but living back with them after all the years of having your own place was becoming harder by the day. Getting your laptop out you decided now was the time, you were going home.

  After the stresses of the airport, the flight and getting into the country you were glad to be on your way back to your home in Orlando. You could not wait to get back to your own space, back to random afternoons spent chilling by the pool and most importantly back to Kenny.

As you pulled onto your drive outside the lovely home you had purchased together in a friendly gated community you could not help but feel relaxed, like a weight was lifted. Being back in your element was soothing your soul. The only downside was you noticed Kenny’s car was missing.

“probably at the gym” you thought aloud, before hopping out of your car and making your way into the home you had made your own together.

“Kenny, you home babe” …. no answer, he was definitely out, but never mind you thought, it would give you chance to get settled back in and tidy up the place a little, not that Kenny was messy, but he was a man and those little things he would do around the house still bugged you after all this time.

After cleaning up a little you unpacked your things and decided on a nice bubble bath to freshen up ready for surprising your love, you hadn’t told him you were coming home and the thought of him not being excited to see was itching away at the back of your brain. Trying to push the anxiety away. you laid back in the hot soapy water and relaxed.

After a while of soaking away you got out and got dressed into your favourite loungewear, after all these years together you no longer felt the need to dress to impress, not that he didn’t appreciate the effort when you made it, but Kenny wasn’t the type of guy who expected you to be dolled up to the nines all the time, in fact he loved you most when you were at your natural best.

A little while later, and a couple of beers in you heard the front door open and knew straight away Kenny was home, you did not make a move, you waited for him to come to you. After all, hed probably (most definitely) seen your car parked up and realised you had made the trip back home. “babe, you home” he shouted from the hall.

“yeah babe, just in here. I’m in the lounge” you shouted back.

“what?!...when did you get home, why didn’t you call me” he was smiling and you could tell he was happy to see you, all the anxiousness floated away.

“I grabbed a flight out before they all got cancelled, I couldn’t stay with my parents anymore god love them” you laughed. You went in for the hug and could see the look on his face, “babe I had the test to fly I’m good”.

“I wasn’t…I didn’t…I’m sorry it’s just…” he stumbled.

“its fine, now come here …unless” you trailed off, and before you could say anything else, he wrapped you up in a big bear hug, you had missed this, him, the way he smelled and the way he just made you feel about yourself. It had been a while since you’d been together, you hoped he hadn’t got too used to his own space, what if things where awkward and the spark had gone? But you needn’t have worried, you soon fell into that familiar comfort of each others company, that was what you loved so much. At the start it was hot and heavy yes, there was the stage of not being able to keep your hands off each other but what you had now was unlike any relationship before. He really was your best friend, you could tell him anything. You didn’t need to be ripping each others clothes off (as fantastic as it was) to feel close to each other, this was real and you just knew it was going to be forever. And you couldn’t wait to get started on it …all over again.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Well shit, guess what guys? Sweater Weather still isn't done, lmao It's like halfway there I've just gotten to writing the part where Bucky shows off some of the best uses of a root beer float 😌😏

Okay but seriously, Imma work on it. My dad roped me into watching a bunch of shit last night and then I quite literally passed out once I got to my room for the night

Yes, I am the definition of excuses but if you put up with them, it might actually end up being worth the wait 😌😌😌

[girlofthefandom]

Tales from the smp thoughts and random quotes I enjoy (essentially delayed live blogging) Part 1

I love all these npcs already

“Hurry up camera man!”

Yes! Gladiators! I remember seeing someone say that idea

Just some joes

Porkeous the 7th. Oh no I can see the fan girls now.

Yes! Punch em off!!

“Yeah same.”

“That’s good cause I don’t” “we build a new colosseum every time”

I can’t want to see the names of everyone’s characters. Especially Philz’

Stairs everyone’s worst enemy

Tubbo... sweet child

She disappeared!! Witch craft! Burn the witch!

Tubbo=Jacky (forced off streets)

Fundy=Laggius Maximus (I love this name so much with the spinning)

Please don’t kill both the boys in this fight. But also I’m cheating for Laggius.

Subbin Empire? Subbin to Technoblade!

Go Laggius! This is not going to go well... this is really not going to go well...

No I refuse to root for Jacky. I like Laggius the bit will be funnier later.

I want to know what happened to the last camera guy! Let us know!

Vertical feeling! Heaven forbid! Also look at them insulting TikTok

I love the background music. Feels magical.

A lovely jump

Surprises... well that’s ominous. And wait the first one!

Tower! Towers are always good.

We got our popcorn. Ready to watch this fight.

Laggius is... coming... maybe...

GG Jacky... he hasn’t won yet but gg.

Lava!!!! Hooray! Love us some good lava

Poor Laggius... he was burning too early

And Laggius is still lagging

Why isn’t Jacky burning?? He won???

Knocked unconscious in the lava. What is this a Pokémon game?

GG Jacky.

Nobody needs to know the way around here.

“Almost like a video game” just break that fourth wall right down

Keeps looking at sapnaps character and talking about strong. How sweet. We love some fiancé’s.

Please don’t throw Laggius to the wolves

Jack Manifold = Bartholomew

Phil having to translate. I love it.

Watson = Phil

Good pun. Very good pun.

Nobody likes Punz. Gosh everyone’s so mean

We love Watson. Let’s go Watson.

Bartholomew with the drugs and Watson.

Crazy drunk man with fire resistance

I agree with Watson why did we come to this cousin.

Sapnap in a hole

Also I love the drinking age being 3

Let’s go Watson!!!

Where are my Pom poms? I’ve got a Watson to cheer for.

Execute those architects.

And their first Borns.

Watson! Watson! Watson!

“Welcome to the land of the living Bartholomew.”

I love the slow fight.

Come on Watson shoot em!

Oh no. Oh no. Come on Watson. You’re so close!

Noooooooooo.

Why Bartholomew???? I can’t spell that! I’ve been relying on autocorrect this whole time.

Watson would be so much easier to spell.

Still must go down the stairs.

Speed running life. That’s what I do.

No one dies. Just take them to nurse joy.

Poor Punz being so bullied

Punz=Levi

Levi? Really? Oh well I like the name. He won’t like but I like the name.

Also why does Levi have such a full backstory.

Has weapon hands with a horrible southern accent. I love it.

“Hmmm”

Who is Ol’ Sap?

Sapnap = John

And no creativity apparently.

Laggius had the best name for a gladiator. All the others are too boring.

Why are we beating up BBH

Hannah=Genevieve

Genevieve! I can spell that thanks to old Barbie movies!!

Go Genevieve! Trained her life! I love this woman!

Mostly women upstairs. I love it our fandom is so biased.

“Are you sure about that?”

Darlin? Really that’s not the right word.

Go Genevieve! I probably shouldn’t cheer for her since everyone I’ve cheered for has lost.

But still GO GENEVIEVE!!

Our empire is millions in dept

Let’s step up the battle! Let’s gooooo

“Ayyyyy!!!”

Go Genevieve! Levi hush up with your gills.

Jump in! Splish Splash!

Wait why are we listening to Mario Kart music? Wait I recognize this song.

Go Genevieve!!

YES FINALLY! I PICKED THE WINNER!

Levi hush. You done lost messed up southern boi.

Go Genevieve! I can actually spell your name!

I straight forgot Porkeous the 7ths name for a second and had to check my notes.

Stairs. Woop de doo.

“Pick the most handsome” wow

Ol’ Sap = John as I remember. And he’s sticking with it. Bold man sticking with it.

Ranboo = Ran

Just Ran and it’s just the enderman part of the skin. Haha. Very funny.

BBH = Edward

He went from strange voice to normal(ish) voice

I don’t like Edwards speech pattern. At the very least. Yucky.

John v. Edward letsa go

Go John!

Wait we renaming? This is going to get confusing.

Handsome. Can you two quit flirting (not really keeping going)

Alrighty then Ugly v. Edward

Go Ugly! (Sentence I never expected to type)

The seat thing

And saying king Julien. Sigh.

Just BRB real quick.

Thinking about buying things. Oh he meant ad.

Alright Ad 1/3 let’s go.

No I can’t even open chat to watch them instead of the ad. Boooo.

2/3 let’s get this done!

3/3

Snickers just loading for forever

Alrighty we survived.

And a crown really? Just wants his normal skin back.

Let’s go Ugly!

Bo-at battle! Let’s go!

Please don’t shoot Ugly.

Go Ugly!

“King Are you ok!”

I still hate Edwards speech pattern so much

Please. Just pretend to have a fair fight.

The rabbits???? Cant rabbits swim?

Hooray rabbits! I don’t what purpose they serve but I love them.

Edward or Edwardo? Did I miss something?

Ok it seems both.

Shooting a rabbit? Disowner on you disowner on your cow.

Killing pets reference? The references are so good.

YES UGLY!!!! Thank heavens!

I’m 2/4 for choosing the winner.

I hope ugly keeps on winning

“Colosseum Remote Control”

3 in 1 battle how did they not plan correctly for an even number

Nerds hold cameras you heard it here folks

I don’t want to hear deeper for some of these stories. All I want to see is Genevieves further story. She seems deep.

“Massive pigs growling at us. No offense”

Watson trying to clean the table.

We bringing in the Harmonika.

Harmonika fits the moment.

Yes name him handsome! Haha

Grievous is how I’m spelling that stupid sounding name. But it’s better than John and ugly.

I can’t get over the name Ran.

BE GONE LEVI!

I love Watson having to take care of Bartholomew. Translating for him and waking him up.

Phil just can’t resist playing the dad.

No no stopping just fighting.

Also I love Watson saying break it up. I wish Watson had won.

Genevieve sounds like such a lovely lady and she deserves to win.

As much as I love Grevious I want Genevieve to win.

Sapnap=Grevious good gracious this is hard to follow.

Ran is cool. I’m going to kill over listening to them just saying Ran.

Complicated backstory. Found the main character.

Ran is cool.

Wait this place is going down??? Pardon me???

Three person fight is...

Grevious v. Ran v. Bartholomew

Genevieve v. Jacky

Puns! Let’s go! And of course Levi likes Puns.

Everyone is so mean.

GO GENEVIEVE!

And Watson just babysitting Bartholomew

I’m going to get good at spelling Bartholomew. Because I was horrible at it before.

Empire of women!

Cages=Lava

“Mmm what smells good”

Battle star!!

“Boing Boing Boing”

Water dome?

Water Dome in Lava?

Well he tried zombies/bunnies

Lava in the water sphere?

Only fight at top of fishbowl got it.

GO GENEVIEVE!

Come on girl you’ve got this!

No Genevieve babe please don’t lose.

“The boats going down.” “It’s yelling timber.” “Like that song that hasn’t been made yet.”

Hurry up and die. I love it.

NO GENEVIEVE!!!!!

Do do do do

That was a longer fight. But pretty good.

To the cellars! Not to the cellars!

No! The boat is gone!

That was close.

This feels like a funky Pokémon game.

Jacky is a finalist! Good for him. I’m not cheering for him but good for him.

TRIANGLE FORMATION

Who’s missing? Oh wait it’s Bartholomew

“Intense prison cosmetic surgery”

Rabbits! We love rabbits.

Oh no faceplant mode!

What is even happening?!?!

Thinking creatively.

Just don’t die. What a game.

Cant wait to watch the thinking creatively animatic.

In a boat to avoid floating.

Attack!

Go Ran!

Oh we’re lagging.

Disable the dive mode!

The zombies are a bit much. Oh everyone’s actually fighting.

Rats why weren’t there baby zombies when Watson was going. They even made a Phil reference.

No treaties.

Go Ran! Keep on running away.

I love Ran.

GO RAN! I love Grevious. But GO RAN

Faster Zombies. Zombies go zoom.

Oh Grevious won.

Wait why does Ran have grass and why do they see him again.

Placing more dirt to clean old dirt.

Poor Grevious.

I feel sorry for him now.

Stand on da dirt.

Put the rabbits in the cages!!!!

I cheer for Grevious.

And yes there are many a loser.

Everything is so spicy. As in lava is there.

You can’t kick your fiancé’s future descendent out of the gang.

A full inventory

Watson with the backup button!

Seriously all he can do is be a dad.

OH BOY LAGGIOUS IS BACK!

And he’s here for the picture.

And Watson is (still) bullying him!

Bartholomew is pure trouble.

Ooops. The root beer was on the brain.

Watson! Come get your drunk!

Oh wait he actually did! I love this so much.

Petition for more Phil in Tales.

Only Genevieve voting for Jacky

Some people refusing to vote.

I’m sorry who asked if Laggius is ok.

He is always (not) ok

He is fine. See.

I love Laggius’ character the most.

Go winners!

Reformed kinda. If that doesn’t sum up the whole of the smp.

All the grass in the cage.

And Laggius being his slow self.

Nothing v. General

I love how it went from King to Emperor to King

And there is Laggius.

I don’t know how anyone else is spelling Laggius but I like this way and refuse to edit it if it actually spelled different.

Oh we’re getting more ads.

1/3 let’s go