#but then i'll need to get some cleaning done bc the rest of the week is gonna be hectic rip me

[tvrningout]

i made my mom watch the first episode of all of us our dead : ) nothing like zombies first thing in the morning, am i right : )

[maochira]

the dads coming back home and then smelling something burnt in the kitchen and it’s just the reader’s failed attempt to make dinner bc they wanted their dads to rest. 🐈‍⬛

Do the Blue Lock dads ever get a break from their kid's chaos? 😭

Characters: Ego, Noa, Chris, Lavinho, Snuffy

Requests open! - masterlist - dad!Ego masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, single father!character

The moment Ego walks into the kitchen, you can see the disappointment on his face. "What in the... What did you do now?" He looks at you with a strict expression. "I got hungry," You answer and look at the pan with the burnt food in it, "But I think I left it on there a little too long." - "A little?" Ego points at the pan. "That's literally completely burnt. How did you even manage to do that?" He's getting more and more frustrated each moment and now starts counting all the things that could have gone wrong and how you could have caused a fire if you weren't careful enough. "...I'm sorry," You apologize when your father is done scolding you, "I just didn't want you to have any extra work because of me." Ego is silent for a moment. He's about to scold you more because you still ended up causing extra dishes to clean up, but seeing how sorry you are makes him soften up a little. "It's okay, I'm not mad. Just... disappointed. And worried."

As soon as Noa gets home, he panics because all he smells is smoke and he's afraid a fire has started. He calls for you and soon finds you in the kitchen where you're opening a window and about to throw some burnt food into the trashcan. "Don't tell me you burnt your food again." Noa sighs and looks around the kitchen, only to see the mess you caused there. "Okay, I won't tell you." You laugh nervously, hoping your father isn't mad at what you did. From his facial expression, it's hard to figure out what he's thinking and feeling right now, but you can already imagine that he's disappointed. "Didn't I tell you last week to be more careful?" Noa collects the dirty kitchen utensils laying around and puts them into the sink, "Listen, I'm tired and I-" - "That's why I tried to cook." - "Huh?" Noa turns his gaze back to you. "You do so much already, so I thought... I could make dinner before you get home." Your father's disappointment vanishes quickly and is replaced by a little bit of pride. "That's really nice of you. But you know you don't have to do that, right? I'm your father so even when I'm tired I'll still take care of you."

When Chris enters the house and smells smoke, he goes into panic mode immediately. He's so afraid a small fire started somewhere and he's even more afraid that you might be hurt. He starts calling your name and you can hear the worry in his voice. When Chris finds you in the kitchen and realizes you're fine, he immediately runs up to you and pulls you into a hug. "Oh my... You're fine. Thank god. I was afraid you might have gotten hurt." The worry in his voice is still prominent as his embrace tightens to the point where you can barely breathe. "Dad- I need air-" Chris quickly lets you go and it's only at this moment when you notice the tears in his eyes. He was this worried about you. He doesn't care about the mess you caused in the kitchen and neither does he care about the burnt food on the stove. He really just cares about you being okay. "Don't scare me like that ever again, okay?" Chris looks right into your eyes and tries to sound strict, but he's too much of a soft dad for that.

Lavinho is surprised by the smell in the house, but he quickly figures out it's just caused by you burning food. Usually, Lavinho isn't strict at all, but when he enters the kitchen he has the most serious face you've ever seen on him. "Dad I swear I-" - "What did I tell you about being in the kitchen all on your own?" Lavinho's voice is stern as he walks closer to you. You knew you'd get scolded to some extent, but your father's usual way of doing that still has some sense of lightheartedness and humour. It's so out of character for him to act and sound so strict. And just as you're about to answer again, Lavinho breaks that facade and starts laughing. "Oh come on, did you seriously think I was mad at you?" - "You really seemed like it..." - "I could never be mad at you! Now come here," Your father quickly pulls you into a hug and pats your back. "But I still meant what I said. You're not experienced enough to cook all on your own yet, alright?" - "I know dad, I'm sorry." Lavinho pulls away from the hug and looks at you, this time with an expression that's much more usual for him. "Now let's get this mess cleaned up and then we'll cook something together, alright?"

This isn't the first time you've burnt your food this week, so Snuffy isn't surprised about being met with the smell of something burnt when he returns home. He knows you're probably already cleaning up anyways, so he just calls out for you to let you know he's back home. A few minutes later, he enters the kitchen, where he sees you trying to scrape off burnt bits of food from a pan. "You need some help with that?" Snuffy chuckles and wants to take it out of your hands, but you refuse to let him. "No, it's alright, I'll do it," You insist and continue what you've started, "I don't wanna cause any extra work for you, you know..." A sense of pride fills Snuffy after you say that. "Don't worry about that, it's my job to care for you, you know?" - "Yes, but I still want to do at least something. Also, I caused uh..." You pause for a moment to look around the kitchen, "I caused this mess. I'm cleaning it." Snuffy just stands there for a bit while you continue cleaning the mess you've caused. He wants to help you, but he knows you wouldn't let him. And as he watches you, he gets another idea. "Hey kid, how about we order some food instead of cooking again and causing more dishes to clean?"

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[manasseh]

280724-030824 little focus challenge this week's goals: ☐ finish 3D model RIG ☐ edit 3 shorts ☐ nutrition + skincare + musclesss ☐ more?] habit tracker日月火水 木金土 ------------- ✗✗✗ 💊 ✗ 🚰 ✗~ 🧘‍♀️🤸‍ ✗✗ 🌸🧴 ✗✗✗✗ 🇰🇷🤓 ✗✗ ✗ ✍️👩‍🎨 ✗✗✗✗ 👾💻 ✗~ ✗ 🥦🧅 🐼️‍ watching: Eve (2022)

wednesday log > > overslept, but all is fair. fewer people expected than yesterday so I'll have more time. I will try to move some more and take care of myself today. > let's go hand rig, first of all.

tuesday log let's GO > Spent the whole morning finishing up mealprepping and cleaning and entertaining guests agh > Did get in a quick language sesh after lunch. not done tho > But first, ☐ FOOT RIG!! ☒ plan bone hierarchies ☒ MCH ☒ drivers ☐ cleanup ☐ testing

후기: I fed about 50 people in the past couple days, not including prep for the upcoming ones. That along forgives some of my goals falling through today too, I think. Many people, still did my rigging which is prio. I played a game and went to bed too late and did not log -- ah well.

monday log! 🎦 How "Good Design" Ruins Games Drawing: Drawabox lesson 4 (9/10) KR: Just DUO dailies and a quick-ish TOPIK writing practice bc i'm slow this morning~ 3D: ☒ LEG RIG ☒ mechanism bones ☒ FK ☒ IK ☒ Link up ☒ twists ☒ control shapes done!! she can twerk now ^^'

now i need to clean, cook and mealprep to help out the fam, and then watch dungeon meshi with snacks for the rest of the evening :) I still gotta get in some workout as well.. >> tomorrow i will do the foot rig, and with a little bit of luck and focus also the hands. i'll leave video editing for wednesday i think.

후기: Busyy. Finished all my tasks and groceries and cooked for everyone and did a shit ton of mealprep. All in all rewarding, but I'd like a break and a game soon - I didn't get to the workout and shit but I didn't have the time so it's aight. Pick your battles or whatever :)

sunday log :-) KR: 취지 나타내기/평가하기 Drawing: Drawabox lesson 4 (9/10) 3D: ☒ ARM RIG ☒ IK controls ☒ FK controls ☒ prepping + linking deform bones ☒ drivers ☒ twist ☒ contol shapes finished!! now off to a barbeque with my brothers :D >>>

몸관리: Stretching / Pull up + squat progressions. Was planning to go over kung fu forms but I don't think drunk-teaching my brother qualifies lol Nutrition wise I did perfect- if we ignore the calories and over all destructive vibes of tequila ^^' Tried making korean multigrain mixed rice (japgokbap) while ignoring all instructions and owning 0 of the usual ingredients. still banger, I'll try it properly soon. love its texture and appreciate the huge bump in nutritional value

후기 A lovely and productive day, finished my challenging task and then spent the evening with almost all my siblings and their spouses and kids gathered for the first time in so long!! <3 I think monday can be just as great, despite the inevitable hangover.

[iraprince]

hi ira! im p sure i remember u regulary scan ur traditional stuff n also times where u said u didnt do it for a while or smthg. do u have any tip on where tf to start w a big backlog...i didnt have acess to a good scanner or camera for a long time and now i do but i have so much shit i wanna scan in (both sketchbooks n loose papers) i have no idea where and how to start :')

[wheezing softly] yeah "regularly" is the goal, but hitting big backlogs every few weeks is more accurate to reality lmfao. but that means i have a lot of little things i've folded into my workflow to make it more doable!

that being said, i'm sure what works best will vary person to person, but the core rule that works best for me is: scan the backlog in batches, but digitally clean/edit/organize each batch in one sitting. picking up in the middle of where you left off in a physical stack is easy; picking up where you left off in a bunch of nebulous digital files is a fucking nightmare.

what i mean by that is, like, let's say i have a stack of 60 sheets of paper to scan in. maybe i don't have the time/energy/attention span to scan all 60; i start running out of steam at page 20 or something. in that case, that's fine, set the rest of the pages aside; but if i sit down to start cleaning/editing that folder of 20 scans, i should do them ALL NOW. if i don't think i can clean them all tonight, i'm going to wait and start tomorrow.

the reason i'm adamant about that is like, say i get through cleaning scans 1-6 out of 20, then i want to pick them up tomorrow.... frankly unless i remember to write myself a note (and i probably won't) i'm going to forget which one i was on. it's a pain to open a bunch of the scans trying to remember which one i did, i lose the "flow" that you can kind of get into when doing tedious stuff like this, etc... these are all tiny problems that i know ppl can come up w a million simple solutions for but the fact of the matter is for a task that is already kind of overwhelming + tedious that i'm already dreading, ANY AND ALL sources of friction are going to make it more likely that i'm just going to keep putting it off, and then it just Won't Get Done.

basically, discover anything that potentially throws you off or makes you lose your spot or just makes the whole thing more of a pain in the ass (i can't remember where i saved everything, the papers are disorganized and i can't remember what i've already scanned, etc) and ELIMINATE IT (throw everything into sub-folders of one big folder called "SCANS" even if it's ugly, gather ALL the stuff u need to scan into big piles in one place even if it's ugly and then move them elsewhere when scanned, etc). it's tempting to want to be like "i will get all my shit perfectly color-coded studyblr organized first and THEN i'll do my scans" but realistically that just means you're never ever going to do it. shit does not need to be organized. shit needs to be EASY!!!!!!

now some technical stuff, which is again super personalized to what works for me but maybe it'll give ideas!

i use a free scanning software called NAPS2 and it's a godsend. there's a batch scan setting where u can tell it how many pages u have to scan, then set how many seconds it waits between each scan (i.e. 10 seconds, just enough to take each finished page off and swap in the next one/flip to the next page of ur sketchbook) and then it'll just automatically keep scanning/waiting 10 secs for the next one/scanning until the stack is done, WITHOUT having to click "scan" every time. ymmv but for me this is really nice bc my scanner is on the opposite side of the room from my computer lmao (walking back and forth to hit "scan" every time is a friction point. ELIMINATE.)

NAPS2 also makes batch-saving things really easy with placeholders! for example, let's say i have 120 pages to scan and i want to save them to a folder. instead of having to save and name each one individually as i go (friction point. ELIMINATE.), when i'm done scanning i can batch save and name them "april 7 scan $(nnn)" and the program will automatically name each one "april 7 scan 001.png," "april 7 scan 002.png," etc etc all the way up to "april 7 scan 120.png." it saves me an incredible amount of time. (you can also do placeholders for current date/year/etc if that's useful to you, but i already tend to manually sort my files into monthly folders so the placeholder numbering is the only thing i've used personally.)

if you have one of those "all-in-one" home office printers that has a top-loading feeder you can use for stacks of loose pages instead of putting them directly on the scanner glass, that can also be a good way to get a high volume done without having to open and close the scanner/place each individual page on the glass/hit scan every time etc; but i would only advise that for casual scans where the quality/alignment doesn't matter much, bc there's a higher risk of jamming/wrinkling and sometimes a lot of the scans come out a bit crooked that way.

when you're digitally cleaning (this is clip studio specific but i'm assuming a lot of software operates similarly): once i've done whatever correction/adjustment layers i need to crisp up my scans, usually a tone curve + saturation adjustment in my case, i hold off on merging the adjustments down right away!!! you can copy those adjustment layers and then paste them on top of all the other scans you have to edit. i.e. copy the tone curve layer from scan 1.png, switch tabs into scan 2.png, ctrl+v. scan 3, ctrl+v. scan 4, ctrl+v. rinse and repeat and now look, you basically only had to do the tone curve once and then you can get the rest of the batch 90% done with one keyboard shortcut each. depending on each image you'll probably have to tweak them for them to look their best, but it's still way faster than navigating the menus and redoing your tone curve/level adjustments/etc from scratch every time (friction point. ELIMINATE.), especially if you're trying to fight your way through dozens of files.

uhhhh what else. well here's just a quick flowchart of my scan process in case it helps visualize! my philosophy is for everything to be in service of the end goal (get scans organized into patreon sketchbook compilations/set aside for later refinement/ready to upload, then i'm probably never going to look at them much again); i organize just enough to make that EASY, but i don't bother with any form of organization that i won't need to reference later. again, more steps just = more reasons the shit is not going to get done. ELIMINATE. STREAMLINE. WIN

(there's also a folder by year but i forgot to stick that in and also who cares. i hope this makes, like, any sense at all)

[franciskirkland]

Hypermobile Françoise anon here!!

1. I hope things start going better for you :c

2. What are your Gerita headcanons, if you have any?

3. Do you have any crackships you enjoy? (For example, I'm a Sweden/Italy enjoyer)

1 - thank you!! <3 i am so exhausted 100% of the time i literally cannot keep up with basic life expectations which in turn contributes to the ongoing misery of my living situation. i've had the last couple days off from work and i haven't gotten much done as far as writing bc i needed to catch up with housework and rest. i work for the next 3 days so i might go quiet bc i need to sleep for at least 12 hours or i'll disintegrate. i have a Blood Doctor appt on monday that i've been waiting literally 5 months for but i might need to cancel it bc my medicare card is expired. sobbing emoji x 5

2 - tbh idrk what ppl mean when they ask for non-specific headcanons like without context i'll forget every thought i've ever had. like my general thoughts on them or... ? i love gerita they're really sweet... i've been thinking about starting a fic soon! they're husbands with each other this is canon actually. it's such an essential ship to me like i can't see them not together unless one of them died lol

before getting together their lifestyles and habits were so incompatible but ludwig has learned to be less rigid and likewise feliciano is forced to clean up his act re: being a lazy little slob.

i feel like they'd have a lot of pets, specifically dogs and cats. like everything in their house is covered in fur, their pets are so pampered and they refer to themselves as mutti and vati when talking to them...

the introvert/extrovert couple of all time. ludwig can't stand PDA but they're so sappy behind the scenes.

feliciano packs ludwig lunch every day and puts the most embarassing little notes in it.

their refrigerator is covered in stickers for some reason? no children were responsible for this.

ludwig is the designated driver bc feli is so reckless but feli complains that he's too slow and begs him to let him drive. he never does.

they've almost broken up over putting together ikea furniture.

3 - crack ships? not that i can really think of?? i like most ships tbh so i see potential in pretty much any characters that have interacted.

for pure crack value i'm sure there's something but sorry my brain is mush rn. what about crossover ships like mad men lane pryce x france hetalia lmfao. napoleon x france? england x his hand?? england vs queen elizab - no let's not do that please.

prumano is crack to me bc (in my opinion) they're too chaotic to actually work, like in close proximity i give them a week until they kill each other by accident or intentionally.

gilbird and pierre are nesting partners. get it? bc they're birds.

[lincolndjarin]

no kinktober this week!! sorry!!

i'm severely burned out right now and in all honesty it's hard for me to find joy in my writing when it feels so forced. that being said i don't want to just leave y'all hangin' so i'm gonna do something different from now until the end of october.

next monday through friday i'll be doing five more days or drabbles/oneoffs, oct 30th i will be posting a longer joel one off i've been working on for a bit and on oct 31st i'll be posting a little din piece i've been working on.

under the cut i'm gonna put in some wips from what i already have along with a poll and i'll be doing the top five !! don't feel obligated to read the wips, they're there if you wanna see what direction i've been taking them but feel free to just vote lmao

little warning here, some of these wips are dddne, and contain dubcon/noncon elements. to be safe i am going to highlight any wips containing that content red.

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Joel Miller x Food Play

Shuffling out of your jeans you kick the rest of your clothes off, tossing them onto the table until you're completely bare. Once you’re done you reach over, grabbing your apron and pulling it over your head, tying the cord around your waist. The thin fabric just barely covers your chest, the outline of your nipples pokes through the blue checkered pattern. You give yourself one quick once over in the reflection of the sliding glass door before grabbing both plates, carefully stepping back into the living room where Joel’s eyes are still glued to the screen as he cleans up the takeout containers, setting them aside. 

“Need any help in there, sugar-” He finally looks over at you, breath hitching as you set the plates down on the coffee table.

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Din Djarin x Sex Pollen (din and reader are married but still marking this bc sex pollen)

“Din?” You call back towards your riduur, he’s right where you left him, sitting on a crate inside the open hull of the ship, watching you with a keen eye. He’s on his feet the moment you start teetering, your head is spinning and thankfully he gets to you just in time to catch you. The contact alone has you reeling, an obscene moan falling from your lips.

“Mesh’la? What’s wrong?” 

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Ezra x Anal

You’ve been on this planet too long. Both of you bored of waiting out the dust storm indoors, after a while all you can really do to keep yourselves entertained is fuck. 

So when he asked if he could try something different, you’d said yes, if not purely for the sake of breaking up the monotony. 

But now you’re one all fours and exactly as you’d predicted, he’s going too fast, far too eager to fuck you as he scissors his slick fingers inside you. 

He’s as rough as ever as he pushes into you, far before you’re ready, you can barely catch your breath. 

“Ez!” You squeak out as the burning sensation shoots through your body.

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Marcus Moreno x Praise Kink

“Did you have a rough day at work?” With a long whine he nods, his thrusts get sloppy and you tsk him. “Slow down, I’ll take care of you, okay?” You wrap your legs around him, digging your ankles into his back and pushing him into you completely. “Can you stay right here?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He mumbles, his thick rimmed glasses slipping down his face. 

“You don’t have to be so formal, Marcus.” You brush a stray lock of hair out of his face.

“Sorry mommy.” His voice is barely a whisper as he turns beet red. 

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Joel Miller x CNC

“Touch it.” The low timber of his voice rumbles from behind you as you feel him push himself up against you. 

“Please-” Your plea is cut off as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just once as a warning. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to.” He rocks his hips forward again, grinding his erection against your open palms.

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Agent Whiskey x Impact Play

He never uses his belt as a punishment. 

And he’ll never touch you when he’s mad. 

He’s very particular about that. 

But on good days, you can convince him to bend you over his knee and leave your ass raw and red.

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Javier Peña x Fuck or Die

“If you move so much as an inch I’ll paint this room with your brains.” He snarls, gun still pressed firmly against your skull, you can feel his knee dig deeper into your back as he groans. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” His voice is low and deadly in your ear, this is exactly the kind of thing you’d been warned about when you started doing entry level cartel work, now look where it’s gotten you. “I’m gonna get off of you and you’re gonna roll over, then you’re gonna do whatever I say without hesitation.”

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Poe Dameron x Knife Play

Your eyes flutter open as you groan in pain, you aren’t sure what’s happening, it’s too dark in your room but you’re acutely aware of something holding your head in place. You’re trying to focus your vision but it’s too dark, someone is pulling your hair. You’re about to scream, you can feel it bubbling in your throat but a hand swiftly covers your mouth.

“Shh… It’s okay.” You’d recognize his voice anywhere. He’s been plaguing your life for weeks now, you didn’t think you’d ever hear his voice again yet here he is.  “You know what happens if you scream.” He murmurs before slowly removing his hand from your mouth.

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Poe & Din x Threesome

You’ve never seen him before and you can’t help but be curious, you’ve never seen a Mandalorian before, you don’t think it’s typical for them to room with rebel pilots like this, but Poe says he’s down on his luck, just trying to lay low. He pays his rent on time and to Poe that's all that matters. 

“Poe…” You murmur, pushing him back a bit.

“Mhmm, I know.” He hums, shoving his face back into the crook of your neck until you can’t help but moan as you make eye contact with him.  Or whatever you would call staring at his helmet.

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Dieter Bravo x Exhibitionism

Dieter is gone a lot. 

Press tours, filming, premiers, you name it, he’s gone often. 

Which leaves you where you are now, in his way too big house, with too much time on your hands. So you order take out and you do yoga and when you miss him you’ll watch his interviews on Youtube. 

But most of the time you just stay in his bed, with a vibrator between your legs. 

Dieter has a particularly healthy sexual appetite, and you’ve unfortunately gotten used to that. So when he leaves, you’re left horny and alone.

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[massive-man-stan]

my room is a mess i have no motivation to practice or clean or work on my flag tosses and i have practice at 2 today and tuesday i'm meeting with someone to practice clarinet and i need to prepare but i just can't make myself care even snapping people feels like a fucking chore because none of this fucking matters right now all that matters is that i get to sleep i need someone who can pull me out of this spiral but i don't know who i can reach out to

my eyes hurt my back hurts my teeth feel slimey and all i want is to do is die so i can be done with this stupid life

and i got a therapist but it's so fucking useless because i can't even meet her except for every three weeks and its getting so bad again and i can't even blame pms bc my period ended to days ago and i haven't showered in days and i feel like i just have to pretend that im happy and that things are going well but im stuck in this stupid house with my dad who can't understand emotions and my brother who hates me and i just have to pretend

and it sucks because i can't even cut myself and act like everything's better bc all my ducking scissors and razors are gone and i can't waste my nice sewing scissors on stupid shit like that

i just want to break my leg or something so i can really rest and really have a reason to feel as fucking bad as i do and i just really miss having a boyfriend because he was the light of my life for a little bit but now he doesn't even talk to me and this boy i like now is such a fucking mess and is so aggressively closeted that even if i was cis it'd be a struggle

i honestly wish i could be cis just for him so i could kiss him "as a joke" and then call it a day but no i'm stuck here pining over a guy who maybe thinks of me as a friend and if he ever really likes me in the same way i'll have to be very careful to make sure he isn't ashamed to be with me bc i'm trans or that he just wants to be with me bc i have a pussy and he can pretend that i'm almost a girl so it doesn't count as gay or some shit

he's just so pretty.

[iwaisuke]

confessions; but not remembering it

ft. kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi x sick fem!reader

genre: fluff

masterlist

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and then i rushed bc i was getting tired 🙃 also. sakusa's is a little ooc. sorry ab that

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» the clean yet musty smell of rain filled the gym as the boys practiced. it was a surprisingly humid and rainy spring day today here in the country side of hyogo

» "achoo" you had been sneezing and coughing all day. you also had a terrible headache but took some medicine to see if it would help. the spring allergies really getting to you

» you didnt reay have the time to be worrying about yourself. As a 2nd year manager of the inarizaki team, (recommend by suna) and the boys working so hard practicing for nationals there was no way you'd let this little cold get in the way. you had to work just as hard as everyone else!

» "hold on, im about to hang up your jerseys to dry"

» "i got you guys some fresh towels!"

» "i can run and grab that coach. im headed that way anyways"

» the coach called for a short break to rest up for a bit. everyone was sore and exhausted from practicing every day. "here. i filled your water bottles up!" handing them to all the boys. "y/n you're all wet" akagi sounded concerned.

» "hm? oh its alright. I'll dry off in a minute. i took the shortcut to the drinking fountain to refill your waterbottles instead of taking the long way" you nonchalantly said. "so you ran through the rain like an idiot?" suna threw a clean towel over your damp hair and ruffled it. "suna!! stop!! you're gonna ruin my hair"

» "like i said. its alright" you reassured the boys.

» kita, on the other hand had noticed your fatigue. although he wasnt as perceptive on peoples feeling and thoughts as well as others, he could easily pick up signs like yours. he admired you dearly for how hard you always work for the team. how you willingly did anything to make them smile. how you always put others first before yours. needless to say, he had a bit of a crush on you.

» "l/n san. i think you should take a break too. there's no need for you to be running around for us while we're resting" kita assured you. "i still have a few things left on my list to do.. but afterwards I'll take a break!" kita let out a sigh. you were stubborn sometimes and kita knew you were the kind of person to not stop until you're finished.

» "I'll be right back. i gotta grab the laundry"

» making an excuse to leave, your heart was beating fast. you knew kita's words were the kind he'd say to anyone, but it made your heart feel fuzzy when he'd look out for you.

» the stone cold captain who you thought he was, actually was so kind. he was just a little awkward like you, and a little blunt with what he said sometimes. but you learned the great qualities he carries and how much he actually cares about others well being. he was a hard worker and you couldnt help but absentmindedly fall for the captain.

» running up the stairs to the second floor of the gym, you felt a shift in your step. head becoming dizzier than it was just 5 minutes ago. legs trembling, you started falling before feeling a presence behind.

» kita's arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you in efforts to not letting you fall over. "i told you to rest l/n san" kita said sternly. "you wont benefit anyone if you keep overworking like this."

» you knew kita was right, but you really didnt want to rest knowing you'll be letting the team down by not working hard.

» "i promise I'll rest as soon as im done with this one thing" pleading with kita. he let out a sigh, knowing you really wouldnt until you did finish so he allowed you to do so.

» finishing grabbing all of the dry jerseys and bringing them downstairs to pass out to everyone, you didnt really notice atsumu and osamu spiking volleyballs at each other until aran yelled

» "y/n! watch out!" honestly, you were too tired to move out of the way so you figured, it do be like that sometimes, and allowed the ball to hit you.

» or... so you had planned the ball to hit you.

» kita stood in front, blocking the impact of the spike that you had prepared yourself for. there was agitation in kita's eyes. more than you usually noticed when then twins were miss behaving. concern washing over, he looked you straight in the eyes

» "... is there something wrong kita san?" lifting up his hand to your forehead, he let out a sigh. "why didnt you tell me earlier you had a fever", then walking over to the coach meanwhile atsumu and osamu come over to apologise for being reckless.

» "get your stuff. we're going home" kita said bluntly.

» "huh? but practice is-"

» "please l/n san. for me"

» kita would only take yes for an answer this time. no if's ands or buts. so here you were, walking home with kita. only the sound of raindrops hitting your shared umbrella being heard.

» muscles starting to ache a little more and your legs becoming more tired than they were when you left the gym, you began to walk a little slower every step

» "get on my back l/n" "its ok kita san, i can walk. its already enough that you're walking me home" "i didnt ask if you wanted to. im telling you to"

» you couldnt tell if it was the fever that made your face warmer or if it was kita's words. nonetheless, you got on kita's back. he was a lot stronger than he looked and you couldnt help but stifen at being so close to your own crush like this.

» "relax. I'll make sure you get home." he reassured. you leaned into his back, warmth seeping in, your eyes began to feel heavy.

» "kita san" "yes?" "thank you for always watching out for me"

» a comfortable silence was met as the sound of rain filled your ears.

» "kita san" "hm?" "did you know..." your voice softened "i like you a lot kita san"

» did he hear you correctly? if he wasnt paying attention he wouldve missed what you had said, being drowed out through the pitter patter of water. now his heart thumping louder than ever before.

» "l/n san-" he was about to go on but was met with the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the soft snores of you on his back, knocked out from exertion. kita let out a light chuckle, finally relieved you were resting.

» you had missed the next day of school, but when you came back the whole volleyball team bombarded you with love.

» "WE'RE A FAILURE TO NOT NOTICE YOU FEELING SICK" atsumu cried. "how could we let our one and only precious manager get ill for taking care of us" akagi, clearly dissapointed in himself. "please let us know when we can take care of you too y/n" aran said.

» "its no big deal. really!" waving your hands in defense. "it was just a small cold. but i do have a question though"

» all the boys gathered around to hear what you had to say

» "how did i get home?? i really dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu"

» it shocked the guys honestly. you genuinely didnt remember a single thing due to your fever. "wait? you don't remember kita taking you home?" suna replied, your face becoming red. "k-kita san took me home-?" "yah. he left in the middle of practice to do so" osamu added.

» immediately, you got up to find the captain that apparently took you home the other day. he was in the storage closet cleaning and grabbing the equipment for todays practice.

» "kita san" "oh. l/n. glad you're feeling better" his smile brightened the musty closet. "about that, im sorry for troubling you and having you take me home the other day. i honestly dont remember what happened after i almost got hit by atsumu. my mind was really fuzzy that day, but im truly thankful for you going out of your way for me. it really means a lot"

» kita was dumbfounded. you really dont remember? "no need to apologize l/n. it was my responsibility as a captain. and afterall, what good would i be if i couldnt even take care of the person who means the most to me"

» your heart raced. 'person who means the most to me' ? cheeks blushing a rosy pink, you were internally thanking the musty store room from being dim.

» with arms full of equipment, kita walked by you and stopped.

» "by the way l/n san. did you know?"

» ears perking up at the vague yet familiar line

» "i like you a lot too l/n san"

» now we all know sakusa HATES germs and for the past week and a half, he's been telling you to keep up with washing your hands, wearing a mask at all times even when you eat omi it doesnt work like that. pls especially since you are prone to getting sick easily no matter how hygenic you are. your immune system just hated you. PERIODT

» you remembered sakusa scolding you for running out of hand sanitizer and then the next day you were out of commission. bed ridden with laryngitis, cough, slight fever, the whole works. it was like your body was making fun of you or something

» you texted komori, asking him to take notes in class for you and relay homework information while you were at home resting up. but there was one request you had and made komori PROMISE.

» DO NOT TELL SAKUSA YOU GOT SICK

» "he's probably gonna notice your absence y/n. he'll find out about it either way"

» "well if you dont tell him then he wont know. its not like he even cares about where i am like that"

» "thats what you might think. but i know he's gonna say something i can garuntee it"

» the next day at school, sakusa did notice your presence missing. it was quieter not having a 3rd person in the group of friends. not having you around to talk to him when komori was gone.

» pulling out his phone to text you, he asked where you were that day.

» "on a family trip :D !!! forgot to tell you, but I'll tell you all about it when i come back!" you wrote, attaching an old selfie of a different trip you went on to make it more believable.

» you had hoped this silly cold would get better in a day, but soon that day turned into 2 and then 3 and then 4... you pretty much missed the whole week of school at that point

» Friday rolled around and komori was on his phone all day. sakusa noticed his cousin fidget in his chair more than usual and it irked him to see him like that

» "what's with you today?" one eye raised, sakusa finally asked. "uhhh nothing really" komori wasnt very good at keeping secrets lets just start off with that, but he was trying his best.

» "well clearly somethings wrong. you're fidgeting." "well haven't you noticed somethings been different all week?" komori hinted

» sakusa sat there in thought. nothing's been different? he ate the same breakfast he usually does every morning. all his studies have been well. there were no tests this week so there was no reason to be anxious like komori was and even if there was, he would've done well anyways.

» "just tell me what it is." sakusa was starting to get annoyed. "y/n..." komori started. "y/n?" "do you know where she's been this week?"

» did you not tell komori about your family trip? you usually told komori everything, but then again you didn't tell him either until he asked you about it.

» "she said shes on a trip?" he nonchalantly said. komori's eyes started watering. "A TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL THATS WHAT IT IS" he blurted out. komori didnt mean to let it slip , he was just so worried about your well being.

» "hospital?? what are you talking about. did she get injured on her trip?" "no omi. shes been sick all week and her mom just texted me saying she went to the hospital today because shes had a fever for 3 days straight. there is no family trip"

» sakusa's heart shattered. you were sick and didnt even tell him?

» before both he and komori knew it, his legs were running faster to get to the hospital than he had ever imagined he could ever run.

» and there you were. fast asleep in a bed with an IV drip. your face flushed, forehead sweaty and shallow breaths escaping your chapped lips. you were a hot mess but sakusa didnt care. stepping to your bedside to greet your mother she explained to him that she had to go to work and asked if he could watch over you until she gets back.

» sakusa said yes without even hearing the whole thing. his heart and mind saying yes to whatever it took to get you to feel better.

» gosh how he hated hospitals, but what he hated even more was the fact that you were in the hospital and he didnt even know.

» the doctor came in for their evening round and ensured sakusa that you were indeed getting better! your fever had broken not too long ago and your body was working extra hard to heal itself up!

» "is there anything i can do to help?" sakusa asked. he felt helpless in this situation just watching your face distort in uncomfort every now and then, and coughing your lungs out.

» patting sakusa's shoulder, the doctor told him that just being here for you is enough. "you gotta be a strong boyfriend for her alright son? she'll be able to go home tomorrow first thing in the morning if her fever doesnt come back"

» sakusa slumped in his chair at your bedside, the doctors words ringing through his head. 'boyfriend huh?' he thought to himself. "if i was her boyfriend..." he whispered to himself, "i would be a failure for not even knowing my girl was sick..."

» to kiyoomi, you were beautiful. even now in this sad state you were in. deep down he locked these growing feelings he had for you inside of him because he always felt like you were a better match with someone else and after this stunt you pulled of lying to him about going on a family trip, it only made him feel worse.

» it was now night time and you finally began to stir in your sleep, the fever finally gone. sakusa reached out to move some hair that was stuck to your face, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. your eyes slowly opened and met with his dark orbs.

» "y/n?" "saku- wait this is just a dream. omi wouldn't be here. he hates hospitals" you let out a forced laugh and then a sigh through your sore throat.

» you reached out to sakusa's hands that were resting on the side of your bed. "omi would never let me hold his hand because he'd say im passing germs to him so hopefully dream omi wont be the same" you were aimlessly talking to yourself, not even realizing that this really wasnt a dream.

» he squeezed your hand in return. hoping that you wouldnt let go any time soon. a funny smile appeared on your face just at the thought of him. "even if you're stupid for not realizing how much i like you... i cant wait to see you again omi" you whispered before falling asleep again.

» sakusa didnt know what to do. he sat there frozen in his chair. it was his first time hearing you call him omi. heck. you literally just confessed to the boy. his brain was running wild. groaning in distress he let go of your hand to step out for a breath of fresh air now that you were back asleep.

» it was 5am and your mother came back to the hospital and thanked sakusa for staying by your side. He left in a hurry to make sure you didnt see him there.

» Monday rolled around and sakusa was waiting outside of the school gates for you. he had planned on asking you about your "trip"

» "good morning sakusa!!" your bright and cheery voice rang through his ears. honestly he was trembling inside. the memory of you confessing to him still fresh in his mind.

» "how was your trip?" you stopped dead in your tracks. "haha... it was good !! sorry i forgot to get you a souvenir" you were trying to play it cool but sakusa could tell you were forcing yourself. "i wouldnt want a souvenir from where you came from so its fine" sakusa's words threw you off. "i - im not sure im understanding what you're saying sakusa?"

» you felt a tug on your hand. "dont you mean omi?" his voice husky as he whispered into your ear. cheeks flushed, your brain felt like it short circuted. you've always tried your hardest to not let it slip that you want to call him omi since he hated when people called him that.

» sakusa smirked at your cute reaction he got out of you. letting go of your hand he began to walk into the school leaving you at the gate dumbfounded. "and by the way. you're just as stupid for not realizing how long ive liked you too"

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thank you for your order! enjoy~!

[somecunttookmyurl]

I either get nothing done or I do so much t once that i get physically ill for a few days after. Last week I wanted to do some garden work. Then I also fixed the roof of the shed. After that I decided to also clean indoors. When I looked at the clock it was past 6pm, I had started at 8.30am. lol

yeeeeeeeah doing it all at once leads to then doing nothing until it gets bad enough for you to snap and do it all at once.

but it's also "doing everything at once because now i remember i have to do it and if i don't do it now i will forget again" so at that point i write it down and plan to do it on a specific later date. "i'll do it later" is too vague and i in fact do not do it later. "oh this reminds me i need to do x, y, and z. i can do y today that's the quickest but x will have to wait for friday that's a quiet day, and i can do x tomorrow"

make it soon enough that you don't have time for the written reminder to become invisible. set alarms. tell people. whatever.

weekly chores are easily organised. i haven't yet nailed "specific recurring tasks that are infrequent (monthly or like 3-4x a year)" bc by the time the next one rolls around i've forgotten whose turn it is. @thatlittleegyptologist suggested setting a recurring alarm for each of them though, on the basis that once every 4 weeks at a different time isn't frequent enough that i start ignoring it. gonna try that.

but my weekly chores are like

every day: make the bed, do the dishes, wipe kitchen counters

monday - vacuum (living room and bedroom). @ me: do not schedule other physical tasks on this day. vacuuming is tiring. you won't do it.

tuesday - sweep and mop the kitchen, hallway, and bathroom. i find it easier to just get the mop out once a week and do all the floor together rather than doing the kitchen floor on kitchen day, bathroom floor with the rest of the bathroom, and hallway god knows when

wednesday - [insert recurring task that gets done monthly ie cleaning the oven here]

thursday - change the sheets, do laundry, and hang it out to dry (no drier)

friday - [insert other recurring monthly or seasonal task]

saturday - clean the kitchen. once a week it gets a more thorough clean

sunday - clean the bathroom

[chronicals-of-top-surgery]

25 days post OP 6/20/22

Jeez, five days have passed already?? Time is FLYING by.

Well, a day or two ago I took a nice hot shower and because I wasn't super concerned about water getting into places it shouldn't (which was a concern when my nipples weren't fully attached yet) I was able to get everything cleaned. Sadly, I need to exfoliate because just rubbing my shoulders made a ton of gross, dead skin fall off.

Speaking of gross dead stuff falling off, the hot steam got the scabs really loose. My right nipple has almost no scabbing now and my left lost a TON. It's seemingly very healthy and pink and perfect under there. The top is weirdly not super smoothed down to the skin or flush, it's raised around the top edge but I think it'll smooth itself out and be fine.

Though, while I was gently lifting away the scab bits that were flaking and falling off anyways, one bit of scab gave a weird amount of resistance. Turns out, there's a fuckin SUTURE hiding under the scab!! Like a whole stitch, hiding, totally missed by the doctor 2 weeks later. I sent him a text and showed some pics and he said I'm healing up perfectly, I look amazing, and that the suture will dissolve and fall away on its own so just don't bother it and it'll be fine.

I only have 6 more days of wearing my chest wrap too. Ive been taking breaks for a few hours at a time. Just letting everything breathe and relax a little, especially when the wrap is just not cooperating and is rolling up and sitting on my scars weird which hurts. My sides do hurt but I think it's from the wrap and laying on my sides. I've been able to sleep on my sides a little but I keep just rolling back over to sleep on my back again.

Everything is super sensitive. Especially in the center of my chest between the two scars and like in between where my breasts used to be, it's just really tender to touch. Like touching a super raw sunburn, or (and maybe only my fellow autistic folks will really get this one) when someone pets or rubs you in the same spot over and over for too long it starts to hurt? Yeah that sensation. Really uncomfortable. It feels better with the wrap on it and nothing brushing up against it but my whole chest is just sensitive in a bad way

For some reason, right below my nipple and a little to the outside, it's hard as rock. Idk what that's about bc the rest of my chest is more squishy. I'm guessing it's muscle?? Or part of the suturing? Idk, it doesn't hurt, just a little strange note. It's on both sides, mostly the left, so I'm assuming it's normal.

I still am trying to not really stretch, I still haven't done any heavy lifting, pushing, or pulling. I plan to keep it that way for another month, hell, until I'm moving out for college (3 months total healing). I want to be CERTAIN I don't cause any damage and I want my scars to heal as pristinely as possible, and right now I have the luxury to do so. Besides, as of right now, if I stretch a bit too far or push a bit too hard, it does hurt. I haven't had anything besides a twinge of achey pain or a quick pinch but id rather listen to those little hints of pain telling me to stop while I'm ahead and not push it further.

Ive got my online college orientation tomorrow so I have that to look forward to. I also need to start talking to my boss about when I'll be returning. But I can worry about that tomorrow. I still have 10 days before my leave ends, I'm not on the very last second of planning. It's still flexible and calm and I'm not gonna freak myself out over a minimum wage job. The only reason I haven't quit is because I want to transfer to a store in the college town and take advantage of tuition reimbursement.

So yeah! It's going good, I'm taking it easy still, healing is nice, I'm no longer stressed about my nipple because it turns out it's scab was just a LOT thicker than my right one, and everything is healing good! Im outside of the scary zone now, no more fear that a nipple will fall off or that something will get infected. Now it's just a gentle waiting game for the sutures inside to heal and dissolve away and for my scars to settle and start permanently healing. It won't be completely healed for like 3 years (the deep scar on my hand took about that long to go from reddish pink to my skin tone) but I just need to make it to the period where I'm safe to work out again which I think is like 3 ish months? I'm fine with that honestly. I'm not going to start working out again until I have the campus gym accessible to me.

I'll keep updating this periodically! Im really fond of this blog and all like 3 people who follow it, and it's a great archive for myself and my memories. Somehow being in Miami simultaneously feels like yesterday and a year ago. I miss my companion, I miss how much he doted on me and cared for me. Of course my mom dotes on me too but that's a good mom for ya, I love and appreciate it but I still yearn for him too. Little bit of gay yearning never hurt anyone yeah? Yeah. I'll keep updating here as I go along and heal! Until the next post!

[maysbanks]

hypersonic missiles. (jj maybank)

hello ! some of you may recognise this fic and that’s bc it’s currently being rewritten as an oc fic rather than a reader insert fic which it was before. i can’t wait for you to read this and introduce you all to haley who i love dearly, so pls enjoy and lemme know what you think !!

warnings: swearing, mention of sex, sexual innuendos, drug use, underage drinking, violence etc

summary: after the death of her father, haley grubbs is determined to get the answers her mother seems to be keeping from her, seeking help from a group of pogues (which just happens to include her weekly hook-up) and unknowingly throwing herself into the midst of a treasure hunt.

( gif isn't mine! please let me know if it's yours so i can credit you. )

The gang gathered around John B's porch, spaced out in various positions amongst the furniture. Silence engulfed the group, the air thick with tension as none of the four teenagers dared to speak.

"JJ should be the one to go." Kie broke the silence, her words hanging in the air as the group processed them.

Said boy whipped around in his place, golden hair falling in his sea blue eyes as they widened, glancing wildly between each of his friends. "What?" He demanded. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one that's hooking up with her," Pope reminded, matter of fact. As if JJ needed to be reminded. The dark skinned boy gestured between him and the remaining two. "She's gonna trust you more than any of us."

Kiara and John B murmured their agreement, JJ scoffing as he flapped his arms, beginning to pace in his spot. "This is ridiculous," he muttered between gritted teeth. "She won't wanna talk to me any more than she'll want to talk to you guys. I mean, we've only hooked up like," JJ paused - raising a hand to count on his fingers. "Maybe like, eleven times, twelve at a push!"

Kiara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Wow, how chivalrous of you to keep count, JJ," she drawled sarcastically, the blonde boy simply shrugging in return as he took his formal position of leaning against the Chateau's wall. "Look, the thing is you know her better than the rest of us. You're familiar, we're not. We can't just go up to her and start asking questions about her dead dad and John B's compass."

JJ stared in disbelief. "And you think I can?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if you guys realise this, but hooking up doesn't really require much talking. I barely know her."

"But you know her enough to warm her bed every week," John B piped up, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. JJ sighed, lighting a fresh blunt as he refused to meet any of the gang's eyes, staring ahead. John B stepped over and beside the blonde, arm thrown over his shoulder. "We need answers, JJ. Answers she could have. I mean, it was her dad right? She must know something about why he had my dad's compass."

JJ nodded along, but the uncertain feeling bubbling in his chest didn't cease. Thoughts of the two men that had chased the group the day before, guns blazing, entered his mind. Then the memory of him and John B showing up at the Grubbs' residence, only to discover they had been beaten to it by the very same men - he'd heard them threaten Lana and Haley Grubbs, demanding questions about the same compass that lay heavy in John B's pockets. He knew his best friend deserved answers, why did Scooter Grubbs have Big John's compass the night he died? Why was Scooter Grubbs out in the storm that night anyway? Hell, even JJ wanted answers. But he couldn't shake the doubtful feeling, thoughts of Haley Grubbs swirling in his head.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He tried once more, voice small and defeated. The Pogues shared a glance, and he knew they'd already come to a decision. Sighing, he flicked the butt of his blunt, sending it flying in the opposite direction. "Fine, I'll go talk to her. But I'm not making any promises that she'll talk," he frowned. "Sometimes I kinda get the feeling she doesn't like me."

Kie snorted. "I wonder why."

What the gang hadn't bargained for, however, was that the same person who'd they been talking about was already on their way to them - boots stomping across the ground in a determined stride, their mind a whirlwind of series of memories, scenarios, and all the events that had happened in the last twenty four hours.

Haley wanted answers, and she wanted them soon. (Sooner rather than later, if she was being precise.) The series of misfortunes events had all begun with the disappearance of her father - for whatever reason, he'd gone out in the storm that raged against the Outer Banks the night prior, and that, unsurprisingly, had led to his death. Memories of his body, washed up on the shore, cold and blue, eyes open but completely lifeless as they stared up at nothing and everything at the same time. Her heart wrenched at the sight, and she still hadn't been able to get the scene out of your head - her mother breaking down in a heap of sobs, Haley’s body following along with her as the pair both held each other and cried, Sheriff Peterkin's voice echoing in Haley’s mind, over and over again, like a siren. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing we could have done."

Haley knew that, of course. But it didn't explain why he was out in the storm in the first place. She had tried to question her mother, because she knew her dad wasn't a fool. Storm Agatha had been reported for weeks following up to it, he'd even made off-handed comments about it over dinner a couple of times. Her dad was aware about the storm, but had still risked his life (and coincidentally, ended it) to take a boat ride, or so that's what her mother told you.

Bull-fucking-shit. Haley knew there was more to the story, the appearance of two men breaking down her door and trashing her whole house was enough proof of that. And the fact that they were asking about a compass, of all things, didn't sit right in Haley’s gut either. Why the hell would two thugs want a compass, and why would her dad have it anyway? To her knowledge, her dad had never owned a compass in his damned life. (He also never owned a boat, which raised the suspicion of how the hell had he even gone out on a boat ride in the first place.) But the pair were persistent, and she was forced to watch as they threatened her and her mom, their last words sticking with her, sending a shiver of dread up her spine every time they echoed in her head; “We'll be back."

It was something straight out of a king-pin movie, and yet Lana Grubbs still wouldn't talk. She knew something, Haley knew it, and why she wouldn't share whatever information she knew with Haley was beyond frustrating - so she decided, fuck it. If her mother wasn't gonna give her her answers, then she was gonna go out and find them herself. Starting with John B. Routledge.

As if things couldn't have gotten any weirder, the teenaged boy had shown up not a minute after the two guys had left, appearing in Haley’s not-so-much of a doorway with the exact thing the thugs were after: the Compass. To her chargin, she hadn't had time to ask any questions though, her mother was quick to dismiss him (and JJ Maybank of all people, but she didn't really want to think about him at the moment) and warned him not to let anyone know that he had the compass, and Haley could see why - those guys were not to be messed with.

And so, John B. Routledge had left the Grubbs’ home, JJ Maybank in tow, and Haley was left to clean up the mess the bastards had left behind them. Her mothers warning rang in her ears; "Stay away from them boys. Do not get involved in this, Hales.” But alas, there she was, storming towards the property she knew the guys would be. Her mother didn't know, of course, and she was determined to make sure Lana never did. (Haley would be the next person she'd be burying if she ever did find it.)

All Haley wanted was answers, and if John B had even a couple, she was going to find them out. Her father had died, and there was more to the story than anyone was letting on. If it was up to her to piece the puzzle together, then so be it. She would, gladly.

So she marched in the direction of the Routledge residence, more determined than ever. As she walked, people gave her pitying looks, obviously recognising her as Scooter Grubbs’ daughter (the newfound bastard of the Outer Banks, sarcasm intended.) and she simply ignored each and every one of them. She didn’t need them, she thought. She was going to find out the truth, and each step Haley took she was closer to uncovering it all. Some people walked towards her as if to stop and talk, probably attempting to give her some kind of condolence, but each time a person did she hurried her pace; she couldn’t be stopped now, she was too close to getting where she wanted to be for some middle-aged folk tell her they were sorry about her loss, even though they couldn’t have cared less about her dad when he was alive.

Fucking bullshit, she thought.

Haley’s stride slowed however, when a familiar looking van made it's way into her vision, memories of it parked outside the very same house she was planning on going running through her already overactive mind. Her stomach churned, thinking she had missed her chance to interrogate the poor unsuspecting boy, before it seemed to slow down and pulled up to right where she was standing on the curb. Her respectively plucked eyebrows raised as the window rolled down, revealing none other than John B sat in the drivers seat, Kiara Carrera in the passenger, and Pope Heyward's and JJ's heads peering around the pair from the back of the van.

John B leaned out, his mop of wavy brown hair entering Haley’s brown eyed gaze, tight smile on his lips. "Haley,” he greeted. “Hey, where are you off to? Need a ride?"

"Actually," Haley drawled as she stepped closer, right arm leaning on the window as she sent a forced smile the teenaged boys way. “I was just heading over to yours. What a coincidence, huh?"

She never missed the look Kiara shot the two guys seated in the back, all of their eyes seemingly communicating in their own weird little telepathical way. John B blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water for a few seconds before he seemed to compose himself, clearing his throat. "Oh, really?" He asked, as naturally as he could. (It wasn't very natural at all.) “How, uh, how come?"

"Oh, you know," Haley started, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly. "Just thought I'd pay you a visit, y'know, like the one you paid me this morning. Remember that?" She asked as innocently as she could manage. (It wasn't very innocent at all.) “Just wanted to ask you a few questions, s'all. Like why you have the one thing those meatheads that trashed my house were after. How you got hold of it, stuff like that."

And then she smiled like they were all sharing a perfectly civil conversation, as if the underlying threatening tone in her voice didn't exist at all. John B sighed, his head turning towards the rest of the group, catching their eyes and seeming to have another one of their telepathic conversations before he turned back to her figure, his head nodding towards the back of his infamous Volkswagen.

"Get in the back," he said - and she did, shooting him a smile that resembled one of a Cheshire Cat, satisfied as she moved to the other side, walking around the van and hearing him mutter from inside, "What? This is the perfect opportunity to ask her." She didn't need to look to know the rest of the gang were probably objecting her presence, but she couldn't care less. This was just the first step to getting what she wanted.

The door to the van was pulled open from the inside, JJ's head popping out and thrusting a hand out towards her to help her climb into the vehicle. Haley swiftly ignored the gesture, missing the flash of confusion and offence that appeared on the blonde's face, climbing into the van and seating herself beside Pope who smiled rather awkwardly toward her.

"I'm, uh, sorry about your dad," he said softly, fidgeting under her gaze. She smiled slightly at him in return, lips quirking more so in amusement at his obvious discomfort at either having her join them, or her being seated so close to him.

"Yeah, me too," Kiara piped up from the passenger seat, glancing over her shoulder towards her. "It must really suck, to just lose him like that."

Haley nodded, head turning in the direction of where JJ sat across from her, rubbing the back of his head as he muttered quietly, "Yeah, I'm sorry too." before averting his eyes when she looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

Kiara ignored him, the awkward silence that presented itself to the pedestrians inside the van only lasting a couple of seconds as she spoke up again. "I can't imagine what you and your mom are going through," she said, soft brown eyes darting to John B quickly before they returned to catch Haley’s once more. "We're always here if you need anything. Pogue's look out for each other, right?"

Haley forced a small smile, not bothering to bring up the fact that Kiara was technically not a Pogue, seeing no point in the matter as she sent her a small nod of appreciation, silently grateful for her words. Haley had always liked Kiara, or Kie, as she was more commonly known as. She had spent many times sat around a fire with her, listening to her rants about the environment and what everyone could do to help it, as an infamous Pogue kegger loomed around them. Haley was grateful for her presence amongst the guys, unsure of the fact that if she wasn't there, she probably wouldn't have entered the van. She was determined, but she also wasn’t stupid. Despite knowing the guys well and practically all her life, (it’s a small town kinda thing), she would never willingly get in a van with them and let them drive her to an unknown destination. Which reminded her suddenly - where the hell were they going?

"We're lucky we got each other, I guess," Haley said in relation to Kie's words. Kie nodded as her eyes darted to John B again. "But thanks, I really appreciate it." She fiddled with the hem of her faded out jean shorts, her next words directed towards John B. "So, care to tell me where we're going? Or better yet, why you have the damned compass my house was trashed for."

Silence filled the air of the Volkswagen. It was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension as everybody refused to meet her eyes. Haley was beyond frustrated, incredibly so, and she made a point to catch John B's eyes in the rearview mirror, an eyebrow quirking as she awaited an answer.

Finally, he sighed.

"The compass was my dads," John B revealed. Haley’s mouth opened in shock for a second before she clamped it back shut. "And for whatever reason, your dad had it. We uh, we found it at the wreck of your dads boat yesterday."

"Wait, what?" She demanded, blinking. She glanced between the gang, eyes accusing as she held each of theirs. "You guys found the wreck? And you didn't tell anyone?" She questioned, tone dangerously low. "And you stole from it?"

"It's not technically stealing if it was his compass," JJ defended, shrugging. Haley shot him a glare, feeling a bubble of irritation build deep in her gut. "And anyways, we tried to tell the coastguard about it after we first found it, but the guy was having none of it. They were hounded with the storm."

Her eyes narrowed. "First found it? Exactly how many times have you guys been at the wreck?" She demanded, tone accusatory.

The gang all swivelled to send JJ their own respected glares, Pope's voice small from beside her as he tried to explain. "Only a couple," he started, startling as her head whipped around towards him. "We're really sorry, okay! We didn't know it was your dads when we first found it, if we did, we wouldn't have snooped in his room either!"

Pope seemed to make note of his mistake as the rest of the gang did, Kie letting out a little frustrated groan from the back of her throat as JJ cringed, pointedly avoiding Haley’s gaze. John B's hands gripped the steering wheel tight, a warning "Pope" leaving his mouth.

Haley laughed, though it held no humour. She clasped her hands together, the slap of her palms meeting echoing in the confine space. "Let me get this straight, you guys not only found the wreck of my dads boat and didn't tell anyone about it, but also obviously found where he was staying and snooped in his room," she listed, feeling the familiar build of rage pulse through her body. “I mean, what the fuck you guys?"

"We're sorry," Kiara turned in her seat, meeting the Grubbs’ girl angered gaze. "We swear, if we had any idea it was your dad we wouldn't have. We were just, curious, I guess. We found the key on the boat when Pope first spotted it in the marsh, and before we even snooped we tried to tell the coastguard, but like JJ said, they weren't interested. So, John B and JJ went to look in the room."

Haley sighed heavily, leaning her head back to rest against the wall of the van. She tried to tell herself to calm down - hell, she probably would have done the same thing if it was her in their position, she couldn't get mad at them over that. "And did you guys find anything?" She asked quietly, the gang seemingly relaxing as they recognised her calmer tone of voice.

"Did we find anything?" JJ snorted as he repeated her words, grin falling from his lips at the glares the rest of his friends shot him. Haley sat up straighter, taking note of their warning glances. JJ awkwardly coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he once again avoided her honey coated eyes. "Uh, not really."

"Not really?" She asked, frown on her plump lips. JJ nodded, tongue darting out to wet his pink lips, uncharacteristically quiet once more. "Okay, what the hell is going on? And no more bullshitting me, I've had enough of that from everyone else for the past forty eight hours. I came to you for answers, I'm not going anywhere without them."

She looked to John B then, hoping, pleading, that he would understand. He'd lost his dad too, nine months ago, supposedly lost at sea, believed to be dead. Haley knew he never believed that though, refusing to agree that his father was dead, insisting that he was simply missing. If there was one person that could understand her need to know about her dad, it was John B. And he knew it too, as he sighed and nodded.

"There was a safe," he started as she listened intently. "There was money inside it, I don't know how much. The cops kinda showed up when we were in there," he admitted sheepishly. "We had to hide before we could count it or anything. But there was also, um, a gun in the safe too."

"A gun?" Haley deadpanned. John B raised his eyes and caught hers, nodding. Haley scoffed in disbelief, running a hand through her almost waist length hair. "Why the hell would my dad have a gun?"

"Um, there's something else you should probably know," JJ blurted. "I kinda, uh, took it."

The Pogues glared at him again, Kie spitting a warning of his name, but the blonde just looked at the girl seated in front of him. Her eyes widened as he brandished the piece of metal, black in colour and daunting in shape. Of fucking course JJ Maybank had stolen her dads gun, she thought. It was so... JJ.

"You stole that from a crime scene?" She sputtered, heart squeezing uncomfortably in her chest as she eyed the object with disdain. JJ nodded, looking almost guilty. "My dads crime scene? What the fuck JJ? Do you realise how much trouble you could get into from taking that? For having that?"

Haley was unsure as to why she seemed to care so much about that, rather than the fact that he'd taken it from her dads motel room, and that the gun was technically her fathers. She didn't want to ponder too much about that, though, there was bigger fish to fry in that moment.

"Sorry," he said, rather dumbly. "You can have it, if you want?"

She stared at him incredulously as he held the gun out towards her, quickly shoving it away from her body as she shook her head forcefully. "What the fuck would I want with a gun, JJ?" Haley demanded. The blonde boy shrugged, suddenly sheepish.

"It was your dads," he stated simply. From the corner of her vision she could see Pope sending him a wild look, brown eyes blown wide as he tried to be subtle and shake his head at his friend, silently warning him to shut the hell up, or so she presumed. "I just thought, y'know-"

"You thought wrong, JJ," Haley interrupted him before he could continue. His eyebrows furrowed as he noted her hostile tone, but let it go as he simply nodded, swallowing thickly when she turned away from him. “So, what happened, after the motel room?"

John B looked glad to be back on the original topic. "Well, it wasn't long after that we found it was your dad. We were gonna tell the police, but uh, we had this crazy idea that there might have been more on the boat, like money or something? I don't know, we just thought-"

"Your dad might've been a straight smuggler," Pope piped up. Haley’s glare made him shrink in his spot. "Sorry, sorry. Not the time, I get it."

"Right," John B said curtly as Kie groaned softly. "So we went to look again, and I found a duffel bag. The marsh was closed, obviously. But we weren't the only ones out there," his voice turned deadly serious. “After I got it, these two guys appeared on a boat. The same two guys that were at your place earlier."

Haley exhaled shakily at the information, memories of the two men entering her mind unwelcoming. The image of them carelessly tearing apart her house, screaming threats at her and her mother, gun held to her temple as their fists left holes in the walls and bruises on her mothers skin. She shuddered and hoped the rest of the gang hadn't noticed, but she could see the pity in John B's eyes as they reconnected with her own.

"They chased after us, and they were shooting at us too. We managed to escape them, and when we got back on land I looked in the bag, and all that was in it was the compass. My dads compass. It's a Routledge family heirloom, and your dad had it."

His tone held accusatory, though she couldn't blame him for it. It was a mystery to even her as to why or how her father had gotten hold of the compass, and she knew John B wanted answers just as much as she did. Haley felt almost guilty that she couldn't give him any as she spoke up, “I didn't know anything about it, I swear. The first time I've even heard of it was today when those guys showed up. I'm sorry, John B."

Said boy nodded, seemingly believing her as he sent a small smile her way, reassuring her. “Anyways, that's why me and JJ went to your place, I just wanted to know if maybe you or your mom knew anything about it or why your dad had it," he shrugged a shoulder, trying to come off as non-chalant. "And that's when we saw those guys again. I'm sorry about that, by the way."

She shrugged too, an expression of what-you-gonna-do on her face. Though she desperately wanted to know more about the compass, and why it could be so important to the thugs, she withheld her questions for the moment, deciding they could come later.

"And then they arrived at mine," John B revealed. Haley’s yes widened in surprise at the sudden revelation, churning of fear twisting at her gut. "They did the exact same at my place that they did to yours; tore the whole place apart, looking the compass I guess."

JJ burst then - Haley jumped as his voice echoed in the van, much more louder than what John B's had been, excitement lacing his tone as he began to recite the story of the two thugs and their mission of tearing John B's poor beloved Chateau apart, hands gesturing wildly around him.

"Yeah, they were fucking crazy man! We were all locked in Big John's office, no way out apart from the window that was fucking painted shut. We could hear them, taunting us, y'know. Like, 'you better not be in there', they even knew John B's name!" JJ rambled, excitable expression painted on his boyish features. "They come in, guns-a-blazing and we're all tryna figure out how the hell to get out of there, before we finally manage to open the window and hide in the fucking chicken coop of all places. It was fucking insane, man. I had to kill a hen just so we could make it out alive."

Haley blinked at that, her jaw dropping slightly as she tried to process all the information he'd thrown at her all within a minute. JJ calmed down from his passionate retale, chest heaving slightly as he took in her dazed expression, sea blue eyes catching hers and holding them. Kiara said his name in a warning tone from the passenger seat, and he snapped out of his stare-off with the olive skinned girl, but she was still looking at him in disbelief.

"That's basically it," John B said from the front of the van, though his face held a slight grimace at his best friends rather dramatic recite. "But yeah, they practically stripped my dads office bare. They took everything, all of his books, research, everything about the Royal Merchant."

If anybody had noticed her sudden stiff posture at the mention of the Merchant, they never spoke on it. The Royal Merchant. Something Haley was all too familiar with. It had been something of a fascination to her father for a while, especially in the weeks leading up to his death. She just thought it was a weird hobby, a strange interest of his that she never really thought much of. It was nice to see her dad passionate about something, she’d thought. No matter how strange she believed it to be, he had a hobby and she was happy for him. But, sitting in the back of John B. Routledge's van, surrounded by a group of teenaged Pogues, one of which she was were all too familiar with, to put it simply, her throat tightened.

Surely the Royal Merchant couldn't have had anything to do with her dad, right? She was just thinking too much, more than likely. But something in the back of her mind was nagging, unforgiving as the thoughts whirled in her head.

"But before the guys showed up, we found something," she focused back her attention as John B continued. "There's something engraved on the compass. Redfield. It's my dads handwriting, he must have put it there for me, before he disappeared."

Haley shared a glance with JJ as John B said the word. Disappeared. Ever the hopeful, yearning boy. She couldn't doubt his wish, she wished for nothing more for her dad to appear back in her life - but she knew that hers was dead, officially. How could she forget, she saw his lifeless eyes every time she closed hers.

But John B didn't have that, he never knew, really, if his father was truly dead or alive. The records said so, but he'd refused to sign them, or so she heard. He was still hopeful, so certain that his dad would just appear back at the Chateau one day, like he'd never disappeared in the first place. But Haley - and many others - were realistic, and the reality was there was very little to no chance that Big John Routledge was alive.

(Her heart broke for the boy.)

She tuned out the rest of the conversation for the remainder of the drive, her head leaning back on the cool metal of the wall as she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander with all the possibilities. Could the Royal Merchant really have been a factor in her dads death? She couldn't shake the feeling, as she could hear vaguely the conversation of the gang. John B insisting that his dad was leading him on a mission, Kiara trying to be supportive but anyone could pick up on the doubt in her voice, Pope piping up with rather unhelpful scenarios like Big John having been kidnapped, (Haley had rolled her eyes), and JJ adding his input, multitasking with rolling a blunt. (She’d rolled her eyes harder.)

The thing was, Haley and the Maybank boy had a little deal going on. She could remember the exact day it had begun, at an infamous Pogue kegger, the sun having set and leaving the sky coloured in perfect hues of pink, purple and yellow. It had been a beautiful night, she had to admit. The party had gone strong to the early hours of the morning, and she’d somehow found herself leaving with JJ Maybank. He'd approached her after she witnessed him striking out with a Touron, (surprisingly), eyes narrowing at her when she’d let out a giggle at his misfortune. He had been hostile at first, demanding what she was laughing at, grinning slightly when she informed him simply 'you'.

The rest of the night had been spent in each others company, and Haley could recall the exact moment where they were dancing closely, bodies pressed tight against each other, her arms thrown over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, his own around her waist, fingers digging into her hips. Their breath mingled together, his forehead leaning against her own, and she’d expected the moment his lips fell on herd, slightly chapped but impossibly soft against her own as they danced in a passionate embrace that secretly took her breath away. She’d let him lead her to John B's Chateau across the beach, hand gripped in one another’s, as he pressed her to every surface until they managed to stumble their way into the spare bedroom.

She had told herself the next morning that it would only be a one time thing. Haley wasn’t one for random hook-ups, not that no one had tried to coax her into one. She was kinda known amongst the island as being this untouchable, obtainable person that nobody could ever get close to. She wasn’t sure what it was about her that made everyone label her as this being - maybe it was the fact that she was a loner and didn’t stick to one friendship group and spent most of her time to herself, maybe it was the fact that people thought she was weird because her dad was known to be such a loser (God rest his soul), or maybe it was the fact that she skateboarded around town morning till dawn, earphones plugged in and music blasting so loud that passerby’s could hear every word clearly.

The point was, she wasn’t known for getting close to anyone. And yet, she had found herself drifting back to JJ Maybank many other nights after that first one, and that’s where their little deal came into play.

But that's where it began, and also where it ended. Hers and JJ's relationship (if you could even call it that) never went beyond that. Random hook-ups here and there, whenever JJ struck out with a Touron and found himself soughting Haley out amongst the crowd to fill the space in his bed. Of course they were always friendly with each other, they’d known each other for so long, that it would have been silly not to continue being friendly. But they never hung out, not with his group, not with him alone apart from their many nights of endeavours, until now, she supposed. She thought it might have been weird, and she thought correct. Neither of them really looked at each other head-on, the air awkward and thick as the driving continued.

Haley was thankful when John B seemed to finally arrive at his destination, and she leaned forward with Pope to glance out the window, spotting the tall lighthouse stood proud in front of the group. Redfield, the name was written boldly on display.

"Redfield Lighthouse," John B spoke. "My dads favourite place."

She clambered from the van as the rest of the guys did, gazing up at the high building with her hand shielding her eyes from the bright sun from where they all gathered at the clearing. John B turned to face JJ. "Right, you're gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?"

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as he demanded, "Wait, why me?" His expression only darkened when Pope informed he wasn't to go in the Lighthouse, Haley watching from the sidelines, unsure where to put herseld in the situation. "Why?" He continued to argue.

Pope grabbed hold of JJ's shoulders. "There are independent and dependent variables, you're an independent variable-" he tried to explain but was quickly cut off as JJ began to yell over his words. "We don't know what you'll do!"

"Shut up!"

Haley awkwardly scuffed her boots on the ground as Kiara sent her a small smile from ahead of the boys, rolling her eyes dramatically when Haley caught them. She smiled at the gesture, once again appreciative of her presence. "Listen to me for a second," John B cut in their argument, stepping forward. "Pope, you stand look out with JJ, okay?" The pair in questioned seemed reluctant, but both nodded at John B's persistent glare. The tall brunette turned to her next, gaze softening immensely when he caught sight of her uncertain posture. "Do you mind keeping an eye out here?"

She shook your head immediately, sending him a reassuring nod. "Yeah, sure. That's fine by me. Heights aren't really my thing anyway," she told him as she looked up at the Lighthouse, nausea hitting at a slight force when she stared at the very top of the building amongst the blue sky. "Yeah, I'm good here."

He nodded back at her, a thankful smile on his lips. "If we split up, we meet back at JJ's house." He spoke, directing the words to the whole group. They all nodded their agreement.

"Great." Kie finalised, shooting Haley one last small smile before her and John B began to walk off, jumping the small fence that blocked their path, their stride quickly entering them into the lighthouse. Haley exhaled as they disappeared into the door, and moved her gaze to return on the two boys she was stuck with.

"I'm gonna work on my merit scholarship essay." Pope informed, before he turned and entered back into the van, leaving her and JJ stood on the outside of it, alone and deadly quiet. She looked at the golden haired boy as he pulled out a happy sack from his pocket, beginning to kick it around with his booted foot.

Haley sighed as she leaned on the passenger side door, her teeth biting down on her watermelon flavoured chapstick covered lip as she stared at the grass beneath her feet, her mind racing. A thud caught her attention and she glanced in the direction of where it had come from, a happy sack laying at her feet. She looked back up to JJ, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, sorry about that."

She huffed out a small laugh, bending down and snatching the sack from the floor. "You don't have to apologise to me JJ," she said softly. Throwing the sack back to him, his large hands reached out and cupped it, bringing it back to his chest. “I'm sorry about this, y'know, gatecrashing your friends' little adventure."

JJ's lips quirked, his muscular arm reaching back and throwing the sack into the air, Haley catching it and holding his eyes. "You're not gatecrashing anything," he assured. In the sunlight, his skin cast a golden glow. "And 'sides you deserve to be here. You're looking for just as much answers as John B is."

"I'm not sure about that," Haley told him and threw the sack to him. "I mean, I'm looking for answers, of course. That's why I'm here. But I'm pretty sure John B needs them more than I do," she glanced at the lighthouse momentarily. "I know what happened to my dad, pretty much. He died while being out in the storm, I know that, I just don't know why he was out in the storm or what he was even up to in the weeks leading up to it. John B doesn't even know for sure if his dad is dead or alive." She shuddered at the thought, shaking her head. "He deserves answers way more than me."

JJ nodded, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he paused in throwing the sack back towards her, looking at her small figure thoughtfully. "Do you think they could be connected?" He asked suddenly. Haley stared at him, confusion painted on her face. "Your dads, I mean. Yours and John B's. Do you think they could be connected, like your dads death and JB's dads disappearance?"

She stopped. Could they be, really? She had to admit she thought about it in the van on the journey there, but as quickly as it came it passed. To her knowledge, her dad and Big John didn't really know each other - of course they knew each other, but they didn't mix, or so she believed. But her mind replayed the moment John B mentioned the Royal Merchant, the way her stomach had filled with dread immediately, and she had the sinking feeling that it was very possible that what JJ was hinting at could be true.

"I don't know, maybe," she said instead, not wanting to voice her thoughts. JJ nodded thoughtfully, finally throwing her the sack back. She caught it, and repeated the process back to him again.

"I am sorry, though. About your dad," JJ's voice was soft, careful as he watched her pause, taking in his words. "I was gonna say more before, but with the guys... I know how much he meant to you."

Haley smiled gently, a sudden flutter in her chest alarming her as she nodded appreciatively at his words. "Thank you, JJ," she said quietly, sincerely. "It means a lot."

JJ nodded too, chapped lips pulling into an uncertain half-grin. "And I just wanted to say as well, that uh, I don't want things to be like, weird between us or anything," he stated awkwardly, clearing his throat. Haley almost laughed at the look on his face. "I mean, like, with us hooking up and stuff-"

"It won't be weird," Haley quickly interrupted him, grin overtaking the features of her face despite her better thoughts. "It was just hooking up, right? Not like we're exes or anything. No need to make it weird."

"Right," JJ voiced his agreement. Head full of long blonde locks nodding along at her words, dimples winking at her as they made an appearance in his cheeks when he smiled. "Not making it weird. Here's to that."

She laughed as the happy sack landed in her hands, holding it there as she squinted in the sun, grin cheeky as she gazed at him from her small distance. "Yeah, we'll just have to pretend we've never seen each other naked." She joked as she finally threw him his toy back.

The golden haired boy returned her smile, eyes mischievous as they made a show to glance at her figure from head to toe. "Trust me, I'll have to pretend a lot more beyond that to stay civil."

And before she could even think to voice her thoughts of Fuck, how did that almost kinda turn you on, a sudden and loud blare of a familiar siren startled, Haley’s and JJ's eyes widening as they met, a panicked expression matching in their features.

"Shit!" Haley uttered as JJ dropped the happy sack, her head turning to catch sight of the impending police car making its way towards where they were parked. She quickly glanced to the lighthouse, her heart dropping when she saw no sign of John B or Kiara, JJ grabbing her by the arm suddenly and practically dragging her into the van in the passenger seat, him running to occupy the drivers as Pope's head popped up between the seats, questioning them both erratically. She could give him no answers however, having no idea what had prompted the police to arrive. Haley had no time to think about what could have happened as JJ slammed his foot down, peeling out of the grassy area and away from the scene. "What about John B and Kie?"

"They'll be fine," JJ assured her, though they were empty words. He had no clue what had happened either, or if his friends would make it out and away from the lighthouse in time, but he still reached over and squeezed Haley’s knee gently when he saw her worried look. He caught her gaze and held it. "They'll be fine."

She could only hope that was true.

It was hours later when Haley and the Pogues gathered around John B's kitchen table, deadly silent as everyone processed what had just transpired.

She’d had JJ and Pope drop her off at home after escaping the police at the lighthouse, aware that she had been gone a long while and her mother was probably sick with worry by that point. If she wasn’t home within the hour, Haley had no doubt that she would have the police patrolling the streets, searching for her. When she toldthe boys this, they chuckled as she ordered them to park around the corner from her home, not wanting her mother to spot her leaving the van. She’d told them to call her when they heard from either John or Kiara, and they'd both agreed as she climbed from the van and walked the familiar path to her house.

Sure enough, Lana practically collapsed into her when she’d entered. Her arms were wrapped around Haley so tightly as they squeezed all the air out of her lungs, her mothers voice in her ear a jumbled mess of words laced in a frantic tone. Haley assured her she was fine, that no harm was done, and that she had just gone for a walk around the Outer Banks. Lana seemed hesitant, but had allowed Haley to ease her worries as she led her towards the couch and sat her down, letting her mom hold her for as long as she needed to assure her mind that she were really okay.

Haley felt almost bad, seeing her in such a panicked state. But then she remembered if she had just answered her questions truthfully instead of hiding everything from her than she wouldn't be sneaking around in the first place. And then the guilt subsided, if only a little. (Haley still felt awful.)

It was a couple of hours after that when a knock had sounded on her bedroom window. She had startled, her heart racing as she wondered who the hell could be knocking on her window, at night, too. She almost very nearly didn't go towards it, in fear of the two faces of the men from earlier that day greeting her, but she’d exhaled a sigh of relief when her eyes landed on the face of JJ Maybank.

"Care for a late night drive?" He'd asked, and she’d rolled her eyes. His grin never faltered as he watched her put on her boots, checking in on her mother and determining if the coast was clear to sneak out, before she’d climbed from her window, thankful that the house was only one story as she did so. Despite that fact, JJ's hands still gripped her hips as he helped her (though he didn't have to) down from the window.

She’d felt instant relief when she spotted Kiara and John B sat in the van, having resumed their earlier positions. Kie grinned at her as she got in the back along with JJ and Pope, who smiled at her also, as Haley began to question the both of them on what had happened after they’d fled the scene.

They'd been caught, of course. But they'd also been released, and that was the main thing. Haley decided to focus on the positives as John B drove them all off, this time to a cemetery of all places - leading the way towards a specific grave that he informed them all was his great-great grandmother, Olivia Redfield. Her maiden name, apparently.

And of fucking course inside that crypt was a white FedEx envelope, addressed to Bird, which they would later discover was actually John B's nickname given to him by his dad, who'd actually left the envelope there - hoping one day that his son would find it. (Because of fucking course Big John would do that.)

The pieces to the puzzle were all coming together, bit by it, slowly but surely. They’d all returned to the Chateau upon the discovery of the envelope, which contained a map, the sight very familiar. (The Royal Merchant, of fucking course it was.) And there was a very obvious X displayed on it too, X marks the spot. Along with that, a tape recorder fell into the palm of John B's hand.

"Dear Bird," the voice had started, vaguely familiar to Haley’s ears. There was no question as to who the voice belonged to - Big John Routledge was speaking directly into the room, all five teenagers gathered around listening intently. "I didn't expect to find the Merchant either."

Haley’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced at JJ who was beside her, his own face a perfect replica of confusion and amazement.

"There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If something happens to me, finish what I started." Big John's voice continued to fill the deafening silence of the room. "Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird, even if I didn't always act like it. I'll see you on the other side."

The recorder clicked off after that, once again silence engulfing the room. Haley felt her stomach churn, her heartbeat to quicken, her palms beginning to sweat. She couldn't believe it. Big John Routledge had gone and found the Royal Merchant. The Royal Merchant, of which her own father had spent months obsessing over. The Royal Merchant, as in the ship that had sunk over two hundred years ago. The Royal Merchant, in which had bought her and this ragtag group of misfits together.

They all littered around the pontoon close to John B's house, beers in hand as Kie strummed softly on her ukulele, the night air a welcome comfort to Haley’s clammy skin, her heart having still not calmed from when she’d first come to the realisation that Big John had found the Royal Merchant, and now she was joining the Pogues on finishing what he had started - for her own father, she thought as she looked towards the stars in the summer nights sky, smiling softly up at them. For you, dad.

"How much was it again?" JJ broke the silence, the golden haired boy seated closest to her.

"Four hundred mil," John B reminded, though he said it dreamily, almost as if he still couldn't quite believe it. She couldn't, either, in all honesty. Five teenagers, about to charge head-first into a treasure hunt? They had to be crazy. But for four hundred million, anyone would be.

JJ's head turned at rapid speed, before he let out a sigh and clasped his hands together, looking between them all. "Alright, let's talk the split. Now, before we say 'evenly' may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us," he branded the gun, waving it around as he spoke. "Protection? Not cheap, okay?"

"Technically, that should be my gun," Haley pointed out, shrugging a shoulder and smiling cheekily when he turned to glance over at her, frown etched on his lips. "You said so yourself, remember?"

"You said you didn't want it!" He protested instantly.

She licked her lips as she teased him, "Well, maybe I changed my mind."

JJ shook his head, tongue running over his teeth as he stared at her in disbelief, though his smile was enough to let her know he found humour in her actions. "You don't just get backsies on a gun," he deadpanned.

Haley rolled your honey coated eyes as Pope quickly interrupted the two of them. “You haven't trained," he directed towards JJ. "You've done zero training."

"YouTube, bro!" JJ countered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This," he pointed to the gun. "Is at least a five percent bump right there."

The group collectively ignored him, though Haley sent him a smirk when he looked at her, an expression of am-I-right or am-I-right on his pretty face. Kie tilted her head towards Pope. "What are you gonna do with your eighty mil, Pope?" She questioned.

"Pay for college in advance," the boy answered immediately. "And also, textbooks. Those are expensive."

Haley couldn't help but smile at him, Pope, ever the thoughtful one. She knew if she had half the brains Pope had she’d probably be the exact same as him - planning ahead, working towards college more than anything. She admired the boy, truly. But her future wasn't nearly as bright as Pope's, she was aware of that. Which made the desire to find that treasure from the Royal Merchant all that more huge.

"What about you, Haley?” She was broken from her thoughts as Kie suddenly directed her words to the other girl, raising an expectant brow as she came to, noting the rest of the gang all looking at her with similar expressions.

What would she do with her money? Honestly, she had no idea. She felt incredibly lucky to even be considered to get a share of it, given that she had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, demanding answers about her dead dad and the damned compass that had started it all in the first place. She’d questioned the guys immediately after the discovery of Big John's reveal, telling them that she was totally okay with not getting a share, had even told them she’d back off and leave them to it, though so many more questions needed answering in her mind. But they'd all immediately disagreed, letting her know that she were apart of this just as much as they all were. This was her journey, too.

"Move me and my mom out of our shitty house," Haley decided. "Get a huge ass house on Figure Eight, buy anything that we wanted. Treat her to everything she could have ever dreamed of. Maybe buy a holiday home in Italy, visit there every year and have a holiday romance with an insanely hot Italian guy."

Her and Kiara shared a giggle at that, missing the way the blonde beside her shifted almost uncomfortably, eyes downcast towards the water for a second before he licked his lips, proclaiming loudly, "I know what I'll do. I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight, and go full Kook," JJ announced, eyes meeting hers and sending her a wink. "We can be neighbours."

Haley laughed outright, shaking her head at his dramatics as he continued. "Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I'm gonna get a koi pond, put a bunch of those fish-"

"I'm never visiting." Kie mumbled, interrupting his sentence as they all shared a laugh, gazes suddenly turning to John B who hadn't spoken in a while, the tanned brunette simply staring off into space, almost seemingly lost in his world.

"What about you, John B?" He looked back towards the four of them sprawled out on the pontoon, his eyes catching Haley’s own for a millisecond, the pair of them understanding exactly what was going through both their minds in that moment.

"To going full Kook," he raised the hand that held his beer, the group of Pogues wasting no time in following the action, all their hands raising, beer cans glinting under the moonlight as they all exclaimed, "To going full Kook!" into the summer nights air, the excitement and anticipation present in all of their voices.

And she grinned as she clinked her beer with JJ's, the blonde throwing a careless arm over her shoulder as he tugged her closer to him; Haley’s own naturally wound around his waist in return as they all laughed and joked into the night, the promise of an adventure and bright future's ahead of them all.

She failed to notice that their arms never really left each other until later that night, when her departure from the gang forced her to unwind her limbs from his, their gazes catching, secret smiles on both their faces.

Oh, this would be fun.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Il n'y a pas d'autre langue pour ce chapitre que celle-ci 😂 Sur d'autres nouvelles : j'ai survécu cette semaine !  Et je te vois aussi, alors félicitations !

I'm reading this on Satuday but I will still send my reaction on Tuesday because this seems so soft and amazing

So, this week... Was a week. But its not bad. Just gotta make it through the next week and thats it😂 (I'm not optimistic, I just know next week will be the end) My grandmother went shit-talking about us with the rest of the family... But she will go next moth with my uncle, so we will be free for some time!! My aunt is no longer sick but she has to stay for next week still (kinda sad I can't sleep in my bed yet, but nevermind) and yeah, thats it :) how was your week?

David and Alec shit-talking Asmodeus jdidjdidndks 😂

David making breakfast for them is the cutest🥺 (Also Alec like: If you say yes to that, it WILL be a mistake 🙂)

He is such a romantic💙

Max is a softie clenaing the Pacific and he knows it!!! (but he must stinks)

“Love is blind,” Magnus said in the background. “But apparently it also has no sense of smell.” (Bro look who is talking😂😂)

Mmm, do I wanna know the ichor story....?

"He could clean himself with the snap of his fingers – which, uh, came in handy during other situations." I cant😂

"This was the Max he had loved all his life" Jjsnsls 💙💙

Max and Magnus better speak in the next chapter istg...

Omg the letter finally arrived!!! Still love Alec for trying <3

They are meeting!!! Mmm, still don't know what to think but I'll keep my mind open

Jace taking care of Clary🥺🥺🥺

Magnus is right and I love him. Also, YES. Parents mess up sometimes...

My boy is crying at night😭😭😭 I just want him to be ok!! Yes Magnus, you have to make the first move...

He. Offered. His. Loft. Why is it so cute?? 🥺

Rafe is the sweetest..

“I’ll have to get a second job to afford him, aren’t I?” David asked with a chuckle. “I’m afraid so,” (where do I get someone like him???)

Lexi, Selena and David have such a cute relationship!!! (still relate more to Rafe and Max but they are🥺🥺🥺)

Jace is so proud and so am I!! 💙💙

YES CLARY IS HIS MOTHER

"Gabriel called it short people problems." been there, done that (I was actually really small until like 2 years ago. I was a fucking minion compared to my friends😂 although I had a friend who was REALLY small and he was the BEST at basketball...)

Jace is soo good at giving advice and he is so soft <333

Clary and David. Thats my heart jdkdjdisnssj (also him picking her up is *whispers* beautiful)

Bro stop scaring David😭😂

Trust me on this one: stay away for Leon Verlac

IF HE DOESN'T CREATE LIGHTNING FOR YOU THEN WHATS THE POINT!!! Seriously tho it is so soft and💙💙

David with a child. Are you fucking trying to kill me with this softness ma'am???

"Pouvez-vous voir le garçon bleu? N'est-il pas beau? Tu trouves qu'il est beau aussi?" BRO WTF THIS IS THE SOFTEST SHIT EVER!!!

Ok, quick note: Is that the same spell Magnus used on Rafe the firts day they meet?? Bc its so pure and wholesome🥺🥺🥺

HOLY SHIT MAX WITH THE BABY. MY HEART CANT TAKE IT JDHSKSB

“No one is scared of you,” he said, closing his eyes. “Only you are.” ❤️❤️❤️❤️bro....

Conclusion so far: THEM>>>>

"Flattery will get you everywhere, David Beauchamp,” yes it will. He already got my heart, the limits are none

David is a cute and in love dork😂

WHAT THE FUCK LEVITHAN?????? WTAF???

INMORTALITY???

Like.. Max does need David.. BUT NOT LIKE THAT

“Take this power and rule by Max’s side.” Ngl, it would sound tempting to me, but David doesn't want that, does he?

Low blow dude. Well, everything aside, its actually a good gift? I mean... Its for someone Max loves to be with him forever... Its not THAT bad considering he is a prince of hell..

I would pay to hear him say croissant...

Max is a horny little shit😂😂I mean also David but he is better at hiding it...

"Gorgeous Gabriel" jdisjdodk he gets me!!!👀

Omg he is jealous!!!😂😂 Max is right, he is mega-hot.....

Coraline can’t meet today???? bad start, but ok ok, we still can have a nice meeting

Max is so fucking powerful, just WOW...

Whats happening?? WTF??? Who is this girl???

Mmm, I kinda like her... Not a great plan, but will do :)

I dont ever know where his jokes are gonna get and I love him😂😂😂

Oh, Mal... Nice!

Is David jealous?? 😂😂

"He was so much like his parents sometimes, David thought. Max had never met a person he didn’t want to help." THIS is so damn true even tho we dont always see it

“I’m not jealous,” David said. “And I am not blue,” I CANT LOVE THEM MORE THAN I ALREADY LOVE THEM 🥺❤️❤️💞

All of this day is the cutest shit in my entire life jdjdkdid

"You’re all that I know. You’re all that I love.” THIS FUCKING CHAPTER. IS ONE OF THE CUTEST. EVER

Jackson!! I'm love him💙💙💙

Jackson is so wise and he is indeed impossible to hate🥺🥺

I'm with David on this. Percy Jackson is better

“Then I hope you carry me with you, Brother David. You are immortal after all.” Their friendship is something else💙💙>>>

Nooo, I will fight his nightmares with my bare hands and my knife🔪🔪

Well, David is already here for him🥺🥺

"He looked like a black and white photograph. David wanted to keep him inside his pocket 💙💙💙

Advantages and disadvantages of dating a Lightwood-Bane...

WHY is Coraline here??!

“Ah. Right. We have a relaxed clothing policy at home so,” why am I not surprised?

“I called her when I woke up,” dude what??

I support throwing people who dont like David into the Seine :)

"So, if this goes to shit, then you just come back to me. I’ll be there to remind you what love feels" I'm full on feelings💙

"Also, Coraline is kinda hot.” dude stop 😂

He knew who he looked like. He knew there was nothing he could do about it.😭😭

He wants to make sure she respects and accepts Max🥺🥺

"Hello, gay,” she said. “I’m Coraline.” (I already like her :))

“I work as a child psychologist at a juvenile rehabilitation center.” omg yes I like her and I feel they will have a good relationship :)

She was afraid of meeting him... FUCK ALBERT

A semicolon!! Short story: I had a teacher in 5th grade that had several tattoos, including a semicolon, she explained us the meaning of each one and it was so beautiful and in conclusion, the reason why I wanted tattoos ever since <3

“I left my family because my family wasn’t safe for me anymore.” it hurts that you have to do that sometimes, but its true...

David!!! 🥺 Telling her he is proud of her is so wholesome

“Very angelic,” yeah they are 😂😂

Telling her about his family gives the same vibe as Alec rambling of his family whenever he gets a chance 💙💙

Mozart!!!! Bdjsksbos love

I love Max so much!! He knows what he needs

She told her she is proud!! Why is it so deep??

HOLY FUCK!!! ALEXANDER???? WTF??? I AM KDJSKND I LOVE THIS SO MUCH FUCK YEAH I CANT WITH THIS INFO!! AND AFTER ALEC LIGHTWOOD!!! OMG YESSSS. HE INSPIRED SO MANY AND JDJDISKLS💙💙💙

Brother Enoch is an icon😎

I hope Albert is burning in hell with his son dating a boy, a warlock and Alec and Magnus son😌

Alec Lightwood is the MVP💙

🥺🥺🥺LOVE THEM!!!!

They are both horny shits...

She played a song for him jdjdjdjkd

Max inherited the need to make jokes in a serious conversation

Yeah, it would make sense if he has PTSD

Fuck yeah. Comunication is so sexy

But he said it so well and  “It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s not that I don’t I think I can't love you forever. It’s just…Forever is a really long time. I don’t want to live that long.”🥺🥺💙💙

If you meet someone else,” David managed a smile. “Someone who is ready to spend forever with you.”

“Take it,” David insisted. “I want you to have that chance – even if it’s not with me.”

“Centuries from now, when you come back to Paris, will you remember this? Us?”

He is too good for this good for this world indeed💙💙

He fucking tattooed David’s name in his wrist!!!!? OMG I'M GOING TO CRY THIS IS BEAUTIFUL 😭💙💙💙SO HE REMEBERS HIM WHEN HE DOES MAGIC OH GOD😭😭

ALWAYS!! I'M LOVING ALL THE WORDS (might add them to the edits👀)

AYAN. I- Magnus help him. He fucking created a word to call him bc there weren't words good enough for him. I'm crying WTF ITS SO WHOLESOME 😭🥺💙💙

Malec having flashbacks to the hot air ballon incident🙂

YES HIS MOTHER IS CLARY AND SHE IS SO BADASS AND CORALINE SO NICE JDISJDISB

If only she knew Max’s unhinged being....

“M for Max,” David smiled. “M for Mon ange.” (HOLY- 🥺🥺 HE GAVE HIM HIS RING. AND IT FUCKING FITS!!!💙💙)

Ok, THAT WAS THE MOST SOFT AND HEARTWARMING CHAPTER. MY HEART IS GOING TO EXPLODE

also the note got me emo bc its the last pov we will see of him and I love him too much

The way you wrote David... I love him so much and I agree with Max that there aren't any words to describe him properly. His advices and all the love he has inside him is brighter than any cruel thing the world may offer him. I will miss him so much and I'm so grateful I got to meet him in this story. He will forever be in my heart

Also after reading all the reactions I realized we are all just having a shitty month and trying to make it alive to February😂 so dont give up yall!! We are all in this shits show together💙

This really made my day and week and i will remeber this chapter when I need sterotonine. Thank you so much, ily

C'est probablement la réaction la plus longue mais je l'aime tellement et je t'aime tellement.  Au revoir💙

YES FOR SURVIVING THIS WEEK.

I don't even know your grandma but I am glad she is leaving lmao. I hope you get to sleep in your bed soon. Wishing a lot of comfort and good things to come your way. (my manifestations work usually).

My week was...a week too. I've been working really, really hard. Sleep is basically nonexistent. But I think things will settle down next week (or I hope) so that's that.

But hey. We survived.

We really are bad bitches, huh. Good for us.

Writing this chapter brought me a lot of comfort too. I'm glad you made you smile.

Au revoir and Fuck January 💙

[jangofctts]

(sorry for the format i think but this is loNG WTF IS WRONG W ME ITS INCOHERENT I'M LOCKIN MYSELF UP OFF TO HORNY JAIL I GO) deadass when you nd the boys are days away from being back on coruscant and on shore leave for a minute bc the general got some weird jedi shit to deal with is when u become peak Brat™ like it is so bad even the resident brat fuse can't keep up, the whole squad is screaming, and no one can stop u (yet) like you love teasing the boys but this is next level annoying like lets say max asks u to do something to help him get ready to fuck off for leave and ur just like no💕 i will cause problems on purpose))) he isn't happy and keeps asking while doing other work, realizes he's getting nowhere, and starts w the vague threats “you won’t like what happens if u keep this up” or “you really don't want to do this right now" but u finally do a few things to help before u leave to annoy void bc that man doesn't deal w enough shenanigans apparently...

u help void for a bit but get bored when void is just doing inventory and requisitions asking you how much of this or that nd you start saying "not enough" or "a fuckton" and while he appreciates the honesty it's not helpful but you ask "can't a droid do inventory? they know how to count?" getting a snarky reply of "yeah unlike you" obviously fed up but u continue to annoy him maybe cause mischief w the boys if they're there? maybe get handsy? threaten stupidity? who knows but anything u do is gonna get an exasperated sigh and "i'm gonna tell max about this shit" but what is he gonna do? punish u? [narrator: he, in fact does just that] so this goes on for a while but at some point when you are like 10 hrs out from coruscant max herds u to his quarters but lo and behold it's not bc he needs someone to fix his datapad but bc ur in for the punishment of ur life lol this man must have been planning this since ur first bratty act bc he has a bunch of stuff laid out just for u))) seeing this, u turn on the sad puppy eyes/pouty face and the "but i can be a good girl for u" or "i'm sorry i was just antsy to get back let me make it up to you" but nothing is gonna work now especially when he puts u over his knee.

he's pulling ur pants down over ur ass, revealing ur going commando today and u give him the "whats wrong maxy?" over ur shoulder just before he starts ur punishment isn't he sweet? he only spanks you a few times bc ur real punishment is SO MUCH worse and u realize this when he ties ur hands together over ur head and ties ur ankles together too hmmmmm this was more than u bargained for and u keep pleading with max when he takes his armor and blacks off but he keeps saying "u did this to yourself baby" and that he "can't help now" because "u didn't listen earlier like a good girl" but once he gets situated on the bed u know ur in for it. he grabbed some lube from his drawer and slicked himself up while telling u that "u won't be enjoying this part but i think i will" as he takes a hold of ur legs and lining himself up with not ur entrance but between ur thighs right above ur clit bc surprise! this ass and thigh man is gonna go to town fucking ur thighs while just grazing ur clit every few strokes absolutely working u up but no where near enough to get u off just like he planned. max really does love a good thigh fucking and so do u but he's usually playing with ur clit teasing u until he hits home and fills u up right - this time none of that is happening. u keep whining which just eggs him on more to bully u with "good girls deserve my thick cock but u decided to be a brat hm?" and "brats don't get to cum last time i checked" until he loses his rhythm and shutters as he cums all over ur stomach. he slowly gets out between ur thighs and runs his hands through the mess but ur still whiny so he shushes u with cum slick fingers before he gets up to grab his comlink just leaving the rest to get sticky (so rude)

he calls up void nd hear him say "my hip is acting up could u come look at it later?" with "did ur dumb ass do something again? give me a bit i'll head over" in reply with no idea what is waiting for him when he comes through the door. u have no idea how long it'll b until void comes so u keep trying to plead ur case to max telling him ur "sorry for being annoying and bratty i learned my lesson can i cum now?" but getting a surprising "lets see what void thinks" in return. its at least half an hour until void opens the door to see u tied to max's bed and him hovering over u just taunting and playing with u as he sees fit but honestly at this point nothing can really truly shock void now but this peaked his interest. max tries to explain saying "she was being a br-" "a brat i know i didn't think it would end up like this but" void starts as he takes off his remaining armor and ur begging for SOMETHING since max was so mean not even going near ur pussy (again rude) but thankfully void isn't a sadist (today) and starts teasing u by running his fingers through ur folds, playing with ur clit, and starts opening u up for him.

once he gets u good and wet he starts slowly rocking into u while u keep begging for him to give u permission to cum but he says that "brats don't get to cum they just get used))))" and ur thinkin ur definitely not gonna be cumming anytime soon but this mf just goes straight to pound town w the week/month/whatever he's had and the bratting u've done lol and u start clenching trying to get a rise out of him or get him to say something, ANYTHING but void won't give u the satisfaction of hearing his usual dirty talk, no, this is his version of punishment just letting u hear and feel him fuck u faster as he approaches his orgasm not caring about yours (yet) just feeling u tighten around him until he can't handle it and cums deep inside u just staying there for a minute catching his breath and u think void is done but oh lord no he is very much not lol he unties ur ankles and goes straight for ur pussy eating u out and cleaning up the mess he made inside and out, rutting into the sheets and making u squirm like nothing else maybe max wanders back over to you too and helps him out idk i was just having thots (since everyone is whore knee for wrecker rn i remember sending a wrecker ask a million years ago i can send it again if u want also i have a short fuse thing for u so))))) love being a whore)

ok bye im gonna be checking myself into the fuckin hospital THIS IS PURE GOLD IM

wOw

[katsukis-sad-angel]

So. I have a problem. I'm on my period but I'm also extremely horny rn. And obviously nothing can be done about my godforsaken horniness bc I'll just get blood everywhere. How would my lovely bnha boys react to this situation?

THIS POST CONTAINS NSFW. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY WITH THAT FIND A DIFFERENT POST or checkout my masterlist!! I’m sure you’ll find something you like!

characters: bakugou, todoroki, kirishima (leave a comment for a part two with iida, midoriya, and kaminari!)

word count: 1.1K

warnings: NSFW, period things, mentions of blood and female genitalia, aftercare, these children are so goddamn horny i swear- 

A/N: ahaha i should be studying for my last exam tomorrow but instead i wrote these borderline nsfw headcanons that actually aren’t that bad surprisingly

Katsuki Bakugou

Not to worry love, this man is constantly horny as well

Say the word and he is absolutely down to have a quickie in the shower

He’s helping you out right? Curing your horniness (for the time being), helping with your incessant and painful cramps, and making you feel good?

Fabulous

He won’t want to do it on the bed or anywhere else however, blood is difficult to clean up (even if you know how). It’s not that he has anything against you and your menstruation, he just doesn’t want to make a big mess and/or have to throw away clothes, sheets, towels, etc

Oh, and he’ll do all the work

Holding you tightly against his broad chest while the steamy air and water clings to your skin.You’re just barely able to hold onto him because sweat and water make his back and neck slippery and hard to cling to while he rails you into next week

Licking water off your neck, whispering in your ear the entire time, one big, steadying hand planted on your supple ass to keep you withing fucking range no matter how much you squirmed from sensitivity, the neighbors could definitely hear your ah ah ah’s because when blondie does something, he fucks it RIGHT…

*wipes drool real quick*

but he’d never let you fall or slip because you’re already hurting so why would he allow that to happen? Absolutely not

Aftercare of the gods

After letting you figure out your manner of keeping the blood OFF the bedsheets, he’ll come in and help you get dressed and dry your hair before lifting you into his arms like a baby and then cozied you up on the couch with a hot water bottle while he goes to the kitchen to grab your snacks and some water

When you have your snacks, he slips onto the couch behind you and snuggles up

If you’d like some space, that’s ok too but he will pout

Post-sex cuddles is just how it be, especially after he takes such good care of you!! 

who are you to deny him??

Eijirou Kirishima

Free lube

…

Yep

Anytime, anywhere, he will be present to give you a nice and hearty dicking-down whether there’s blood pouring out of your coochie or not

But your period week is just an excuse to fuck more because… free lube

And when I say anytime, anywhere, i mean, ANYtime, ANYwhere

For example, it’s his day off and your uterus just HAD to start acting up, preventing you from enjoying the day with your mans

Suddenly, you’re horny

On wobbly legs, holding a heating pad to your stomach, you peek out of your shared room to where he was sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the television. He immediately turned his attention to you the moment you opened the door and he smiled

“Go back to bed sweet cheeks, I know you wanted to go shopping today but we can always go another time! Do you need something?”

You continue toward him until you plop your sore legs down to straddle his lap and rest your pounding head on his pecs, stating in a soft voice that you were in fact horny and he needed to do something about it

He really says something like “who me?” and you swat his shoulder as you begin grinding against him

This man just giggles and begins to strip, much to your relief, and doesn’t hesitate to strip you too, bend back your legs, and get to work

Kirishima will keep that pussy occupied for at least an hour, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your screaming squirming little body and if you’re down, maybe a little cockwarming afterward because he loves the feeling of you around him and you love his arms around you

Built arms folded over your stomach, rubbing the slight bulge in your tummy, and placing kisses down your neck instead of watching Real Housewives of Orange County with you

In these calmer moments, he likes to explore your body with his calloused palms; massaging your sore breasts, running them up and down your sides, absent-mindedly squeezing the meat of your thigh, playing with your fingers, drawing invisible shapes on your hips to name a few

For aftercare, he’ll run a hot bubble bath for the both of you for you to relax in and then wrap you in an inescapable burrito for you to snuggle in

Refuses to let you feed yourself, also since he can’t cook he pays bakugou to make your comfort foods for him and then delivered by a pissed-looking pomeranian

Shouto Todoroki

Deadass thought sex was off-limits during shark week

You text him that you’re horny while he’s at work and he’s like “is that allowed”

yes

“wont it hurt”

no

“be right there baby”

This fine young man inherited the good genes so you will he satisfied within the hour my love

Lowkey forgets that you’ll make a huge mess but honestly doesn’t care

He’ll buy you a whole new mattress or couch and purchase the carpet cleaning company if he has to as long as you’re happy

And believe me, he’s happy too

His entire life he was touch starved except for his father’s beatings so being able to hold you so close and connect with you while fucking your bains out is a novelty

Going slow is an option, but you’ll have to ask

When you go slow, our dual-colored baby is practically mesmerized at the way his length slips in and out of you with ease, the way your red-tinted slick paints his own pale thighs until it dribbles onto the floor, the beautiful sounds leaving your lips…

He can’t get enough

I honestly don’t think he’d be brave enough to give you a taste; nothing against you but that’s for another time

Shouto will take care of you and your pretty horny self before long and have you cleaned up and dressed before your high has gone down

Either that, or he’s run a hot bubble bath for you to share (and possibly have another round in) with Epsom salts to soothe your cramps and sore ankles and chest

It’s a real treat to see him shirtless in the kitchen, preparing your favorite snack while you lounge cutely on the couch wrapped up in his ua hoodie that smells just like him with the bachelor a play button away

[shkspr]

here's what my week has been like so far: steph was gone for a funeral and deb is a bitch and karen is an idiot. deb saw that the front office was calling us and chose not to answer the phone bc she knew they were gonna tell us to move out of the cafeteria bc they had it booked for something else and nobody told us but even if nobody told us we still had to move and deb thought that just ignoring the call was the way to deal with that and i was still trying to check in all our kids and she was no help at all and i had to make them pack everything up to move to the music room and she didn't help with any of it and then before i was even done moving our shit over there she was like i'm gonna take some kids up to the media Center which sure we're allowed to do that but that left me and karen to watch like 50 kids and karen decided to take some of them to the art room which is right next door so it was fine but then I'm the one who has to keep track of where each kid is and then when deb left at 530 she brought the kids back down with her and like two minutes later i was like hey where are these two kids and karen didnt know bc they had been in the media Center with deb and then they didn't come back so I started slightly freaking out and went to go look for them and they were with their dad and apparently their dad came to the media center first and saw them and so he was like I'll walk them down to the music room to get their stuff and sign them out but they had to go to the bathroom or smth so they just werent down there yet but deb straight up decided she didn't need to tell me that they were with their dad bc apparently she thinks I don't notice when kids are not there. and also we're in the music room for the rest of the week and we don't have access to the gym and the kids were a fucking nightmare yesterday i'm talking throwing toys at each other throwing electronics at the wall running in the music room yelling yelling yelling running throwing yelling and they need the gym to get their energy out and the next two days are gonna fucking suck. and on top of that we can't watch a movie like we usually would to keep them occupied bc i asked the music teacher this morning if we could use the smartboard, which is easy and would not affect her in literally any way, and she went on a five minute rant about how she doesnt have time to help me figure out how it works bc this is the only planning time she gets and she's gonna have to spend an hour cleaning up after we leave bc we move her shit and dont put it back and we leave our toys everywhere which is absofuckinglutely untrue we're not animals and we have literally never left that room any different from how we found it and she was such a bitch to me about it and like sorry lady but when school functions override our access to our own fucking room this is the only place we can go and we dont like it any more than you do. and as if that wasn't enough i'm also on my period and sleep deprived and i have a sinus headache and my bank account is overdrawn and my check engine light is on and my tire pressure light is on and there's a chip in my windshield and i'm about to run out of adderall again and i'm having a bad bad ed time so i'm malnourished too like hangry and self loathing at the same time so overall i sincerely need one (1) thing to be right or good for like five FUCKING seconds or i'll go off the gd damn deep end

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28/100 days of 100 days of productivity challenge!

9:48 PM | Feb. 3 | 2019 | Today was really great. I didn't start off feeling too good because I did just finish Black Clover and I didn't get that much sleep. Then, the shower water was cold. I was trying to shower in time so the water would be hot, but I was too late. It honestly was really annoying because the water was cold everyday last week. I still cleaned myself, but it was uncomfortable and aggravating.

Also, my hair is dying I need to wash it. So I'm waking up earlier so I can get hot water. I shouldn't be in bed for so long anyways. Plus, I was taking a good look at my body and it just made me feel so insecure bc like, who is going to love a body like this especially considering I don't love my body? Luckily I wore something that didn't make me feel insecure so I was more confident the rest of the day.

I got really motivated and inspired today, so that's great. I got to go to the store with my mom. I didn't expect that there'd be so many people, but then again today was the Super Bowl. We had some sliders with a salad. And chicken too, but I didn't eat any.

I was also just getting ready to write but by the time I was ready I didn't have time to do it. I was praying and sometimes I can take a while so that took up my time. I wanted to pray and write, but luckily I got the more important one done.

Also, I just watched The Rising of the Shield Hero and I have to say, it's pretty good. Motoyasu is such a jerk though. I can't even bother to remember her name, but the princess sucks and the king does too. I'm glad I got caught up so I don't have to binge watch like 100 episodes because I didn't watch it right when it came out.

Sorry about the long post, and hopefully I'll be more productive and actually do something tomorrow so I have something "studyblr" to update you all on. Stay safe, stay hydrated, and take care of yourselves! Thanks to all of you who even bother reading my posts, for liking my posts, and for following me!

~ Valentina ✨