#aka the biatch

[herpsandbirds]

Common Mynahs aka Indian Mynahs (Acridotheres tristis), family Sturnidae, South Africa

This birds in an introduced species in South Africa. It is originally native to parts of the Middle East, South and SE Asia.

The name is sometimes spelled Myna, as well.

photograph by Biatch 

#bird #ornithology #animals #nature #india #mynah #sturnidae #acridotheres #africa #asia

[thesupreme316]

Hey boo! My birthday is this Saturday, May 6th, and I was wondering if you could possibly write some birthday smexy time with Ricky Starks for me...?

🥹🥹🥹

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE HOPE IT'S GOING WELL

Birthday Girl (Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 750

Summary: How Ricky Starks would treat you on your special day

Supreme Speaks: i love ricky starks with his nice handsome ass self. I don't typically write smut or suggestive things but here you go, I hope I did some justice to your imagination. My inbox and requests are open to everyone! P.S.: you are loved and greatly appreciated.

Warnings: Fluff and NSFW (+song recommendation), this author doesn't write smut so please go gentle (that's what she said)

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @hooks-martin @hookerforhook

I, again, don’t write smut so please take it easy on me

Somewhat SFW:

Will definitely wake you up to some sort of surprise

Breakfast in bed, him cooking breakfast in the kitchen

He definitely has an apron that says “Kiss the Cook/Daddy”

Ricky has bouquets (not just one) of roses for you

Has to flex on Instagram so he posts pictures of your evolution or ya’lls relationship

Def will caption it “Happy Birthday to my beautiful girlfriend aka Stroke Mommy! I love you! Love, Stroke Daddy. P.S: There’s a lot in store for tonight ;)”

Now…I have this canon that Ricky will spoil you endlessly so….

After you eat, he will give you more presents and jewelry galore

ANDDDD THE MAN WILL GIVE YOU A FAT BRICK TO SPEND

I mean we talking 2K-5K of bands

“Baby-“

“You will use that entire stack today, and if you don’t there will be consequences”

“Consequences or rewards? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

“-_-Get out of my sight”

He’ll tell you to go out with the girls, get your nails and hair done, shop at the Chanel and buy two of everything

Ricky is also a man of fashion so he picked out your outfits already

You’re dressed to the 9 for the entire day

And when the evening comes, after you did all your shopping

He’ll make you model everything (everything) you bought

Making those bedroom eyes at you with lust taking over his eyes

After about an hour of trying everything on and giving feedback, Ricky made you put on the final outfit that he had planned for you

He then proceeded to take you out to dinner with your friends and family

You walked into that restaurant with another gigantic bouquet of roses in one arm and your man on the other with a bright ass smile

The dinner went very smoothly and nothing short of a great time

But the night wasn’t over yet, not when Ricky Starks is your boyfriend

NSFW (TURN BACK NOW):

As stated above, the man spoils you already

BUT IN BED

OH JESUS DOES HE SPOIL YOU

AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY??? BIATCH YOURE LUCKY

Tonight you aint do no work; so just sit back miss pillow princess

Obvi, Ricky’s a giver

Loves to receive, but he really receives pleasure when he makes you happy

I am also confident that while eating you *out* he’s spelling happy birthday with his tongue

Also loves to hear you scream, never be silent with this man (it boosts his ego)

“Tsk Tsk. Lemme hear you. That’s it baby.”

I cannot see him staying silent in bed, the man will moan and borderline whimper in your ear

Will also say the dirtiest shit in your ear

“Such a good birthday girl. Such a good girl”

Very handsy, touchy-feely, ya’lls hands are never leaving each other

Loves to leave grip marks, bite marks, scratches, and handprints on your body

Im talking about the shoulders, back, hips (that definitely still ache from him pounding you), ass, etc.

Will make you realize why they call him Stroke Daddy (trademarked)

Hard thrusts that would knock the headboard loose

You would try to give some type of repayment but he would cut you off and just continue to thrust harder

If you’re asking me to sum it up, just listen to Nasty (Extended) by Russ

“Good god, look at you. You’re doing such a good job, taking me like this.”

Man isn’t gonna stop until you are literally begging him to stop or until you squirted (I have a great hypothesis about this)

“That’s my birthday girl. Can you give me another one?” 

AFTERCARE IS A MUST

Constantly gives you kisses on your face

Runs you a bath with the works (bubbles, candles lit, etc.)

Does not allow you to do any work and carries you to the tub

Brings you your favorite beverage while you’re sitting in the tub and then he gets in it too

You guys take your time in the tub just telling each other how much ya’ll love each other and what a great it has been (really romantic)

Ricky gives you a kiss before telling you: “For my birthday, you’re gonna have to step it up to top me.”

“Oh I’m gonna top you alright.”

“Y/N!”

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #ricky starks #ricky starks fic #ricky starks imagine #ricky starks x reader #wrestling fic #ricky starks smut

[theladyofshalott1989]

(rolls into your ask box) talk about your writing process a little!

Thanks, Zev, my buddy, my pal, mi amigo bueno. Also, UNO REVERSE (aka expect my question for you shortly...)! Hmm, what is my writing process? LMAO. Well, I mostly write in the mornings, when I either a) cannot sleep (insomnia, biatches!) or b) have an hour before work starts at 9. If I'm writing a longfic, I always outline first. This is uber important because if I don't, the plot turns into a confuzzled mess. Now, I am not always permitted to follow my outline (*side-eyes Sebastian Sallow, my beloved yet incorrigible series protagonist*), but at least the structure is there and I have something to fall back on. If I'm writing a one-shot, all holds barred! I just go crazy. I let myself flow, so to speak. Gotta be honest though and say that I'm not one of those people that can just write and then edit later. I edit myself constantly while writing. If I read a sentence and it sounds funky to my brain, I have to fix it right then and there or I can't move forward. Luckily, this hasn't proven to be an issue for me...yet. Fingers crossed it never becomes one because then I'd be in trouble. LMAO. SO YEAH. That's my writing process. WOOOOOOOOO.

#my writing process #writing stuff

[firsttarotreader]

That bi.ch made me mad with that reply. Like for the first time she actually managed to make me mad. Not because of the content of course, just for her attitude. Cause once again there she go denying attraction to multiple genders, aka my sexuality and it’s getting personal. That man could like a “I love pussy” post and she’d still find a way to deny it. But then again, the man made it clear he loves pussy too, no? And yep, that’s her behavior, that’s her attitude. Biphobic biatch

Excuse my language, please

Bro, I posted to let you vent, but you know she is mostly a troll now, right? She just wants to get exactly this kind of reaction from you! 😃

[demonsfate]

Hello yes I am Azazel's (your father. AKA the mighty creator, if you will) lawyer and I am here to tell you you're no longer part of his inheritance. In fact he doesn't recognize you as his kin anymore. Might as well become something else, instead of being Jin Kazama's biatch.

❝ Damn . . . did he figure out I was planning to betray him ? Who even told him that ? Was it Jin ? Eddy ? Nonetheless, I don't care. He was only planning on giving me England, anyway. I wanted the whole world, certainly not just that soggy land. ❞

#👿 - ᴡᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴇʀʏ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ // (ic) #✏️ - ғɪsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ғᴀᴛᴇ // (T8 timeline) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox) #// he's like a spoiled brat :/

[loudlyhappycupcake]

Chrissie aka the Cheshire cat from ever after high stickers @untitled14360 @kuskicanlove @shironezuninja @wordgirl-reboot-eva @banaiadrienn2 @buy-some-motherfuckin-apples @magical-girl-techno-genius @cartoonfan21 @bitter-yet-civilized @dumb-ass-biatch @jj-the-hamster @clairaquos @janellemeap @locoslowpoke

@loudeaglecollective-blog @loudeaglecollective

#fanart #cheshire cat #the cheshire cat #ever after high #stickers #transparent

[inaflashimagine]

It's been my personal hc that Gojo has no professional teaching credentials. I bet he wrote on his resume: "I'm the strongest biatch" and was hired bc the number of shamans were so low and the number of shamans who wanted to teach were lower. I bet Utahime has teaching credentials tho

I am cackling this is completely canon. Utahime is a prepared queen I know she’s definitely qualified. And I just know Gojo was like this when Yaga asked if he got a teaching credential after graduation:

But you bring up a good point—who the hell wants to be a teacher at the schools? Even if you lead small classes, the stress levels must be insane. Not to mention you have to care for students who probably deal with so much traumatic shit as the years go on. The students and faculty need a long vacation/break

#but will Gege give them one? NOPE #gojo slander #I’m still laughing over the strongest biatch omg💀💀 #Gojo wants to raise an army not intellectuals😤😤academia who? #meanwhile one of my personal hc is that Yaga has tried SO hard to recruit nanami as a teacher and nanami was like I’m not the mentor type #aka an excuse to step far away from that school LOLLL #vanessa rambles #also this is still me I changed my icon yet again bc I’m relearning how to use procreate LOL #this makes me want to watch parks and rec for like the umpteenth time lmao

[folklore--13]

DAN i Hate yOu sO MucH agsghsbFajamAjh

#dan howell #tweet #really #a batg selfir??? #ive never been more mad in my life #shdjjwka #dan and phil #aka biatch and ray of sunshine #charli's not funny lol

[inourtownofhawkins]

HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY SELLY!!! @lucasdelcs

I know you and I haven’t had a lot of time to talk over the past few months but I hope you know that I always love and support everything you do - I hope you have an amazing birthday, my basic biatch aka parabatai. I hope I come over to visit you soon!

P.S. still can’t believe we’ve been best friends for over 6 years now! The time has gone so quickly and you still mean the absolute world to me!

#it speaks #lucasdelcs #happy birthday basic biatch aka parabatai #ILYSM

[larentsaloud]

Femme Fatale Act (and why it doesn't work on Thyme)

Right, so you remember when Thyme decided to dress Gorya up like a doll because he thought that's what she would want?

Major disappointment for Thyme when my girl refused, cue in for their bickering and that’s when I knew I was a slut for this series. 

Fast forward to episode 5 and sexy biatch Hana appears, carrying her padded ass towards my broken boi, while her footsteps crush broken pieces of glass. Yeah. The metaphors on this are strong. 

She’s walking the path of wreckage, while being the chief orchestrator of said trust demise. 

I hate her ok. Do you? OK. Good. 

But as soon as she launches operation lemme destroy Gorya, and then I will get into bed with my new unconscious boyfie...umm girl...you are fucking crazy-- what she doesn't expect (and you have to ask yourself why? like surely you would plan for option B i.e. someone who is in love with person A ain’t gonna drop their feelings just cos some moderately cute looking slut appears in a red dress and happens to drug said person) deep breath, my-little-victim-cry-baby plastic-surgery-psycho-grand-master-plan in pipeline for a decade...DID NOT THINK HE MIGHT SAY NO??

TF. GET AWAY FROM GORYA’S BOYFRIEND NOWWWW.

And the writers cut a scene to my innocent baby Gorya who’s getting some TLC from her bestie as she should and I am literally screaming at the multiple screen devices.

Thyme sobers up and also grows up about decade himself to come out with the single best line of the episode in his convo with Hana. 

You should hate me. 

Legit. No, boi she oughtta, but trouble is you cute AF and your mixture of innocence, indifference and cockiness is just right up her perverted cocktail alley and may I add most of the fem pop. Sorry female empowerment. I am a slut of redemption arc of a bad boi who changes for love. My life a testament to this. I feel caught in 4K. 

OK sluts, that’s enough about Hana. I already said I HATE the vindictive female role, because my boi AKA puppy Thyme literally deserved all of this, but not for one snide comment LOL. If only I masterplanned for every guy who hurt my fragile ego, we would be in world war ten by now. OK she drives the plot. Ya-da. Ya-da. 

What Hana does is open up his eyes to why the femme fatale act ain’t gonna work for him. 

Ever. 

He has two at home, mommy and sister. My boi couldn't care less about how you look, he wants your integrity. 

That's fuckingggg sexy y’all. 

Because my boi figured his girl doesn’t need classy shoes or made up hair. His girl just needs a good heart. And I am in puddle of tears.

The closet scene?

✨Earth moved ✨

OK imma dip for now so that I can turn out more like this. 

Bye Fellow F4 addicts. 

This whole scene has me spinning in my rocking chair high on serotonin.

Lord I’ll be back.

#f4 thai #thyme f4 #f4 thailand boys over flowers #thyme x gorya #f4 thailand #again i love bright and the way hes killing this role #bright vachirawit #tu tontawan

[naralanis]

Here you go, Nara's Summary of Clownery -- fueled by gin, today.

• "Sorry babe, we're busy, can't help the people dying at the hospital. But you got this, love you, byeeee"

• Karen Does Politics

• Karen Possessed by Glowy Blue Shit -- she's the manager now

• "We're in Newfoundland in case you forgot" and also "whoops, fire"

• Guess the Accent pt. 1728162

• Sexy Capitalism, aka "people care about traffic, not a lack of respirators"

• Karen speaks it into existence-- 'it' being a sandwich, and also murder

• Karen Gets Ambitious

• Glowy Blue Shit and Politicians (or Nara Thinks About The Unintended Consequences of Glowy Blue Shit on Inflation Although That Was Certainly Not The Intention)

• Kara Misses The Fucking Point

• "I'm here for you babe-- wait, no, sorry, gotta run. Love you though, byeeee"

• Ye Olde Republican

• New Guardian just dropped, biatch!!

• Kelly 'Had Enough of this Bullshit' Olsen

• Local therapist gets in touch with her emotions... through punches

• Be Your Own Hero, but like. Better.

• Kelly 'Can't Do Shit With Sorry' Olsen (we stan!)

• White girl "doesn't know how she missed" racial inequity and systemic oppression even though she went to this one march one time

• This just in: racism still a thing in the 31st century

• New Guardian ACTUALLY DROPPING!

• New Hero has the same spiel as local therapist, but that's OK, no one can tell

• 2 more seconds of Lena for a total of 7 maybe

• Significant moments that will fly over people's heads

Cheers, and see ya next week!

#supergirl #supergirl spoilers #Azie KILLED IT #despite some shit material #and shittier foundation to build upon #we STAN the new and improved Guardian #and we also STAN Kelly losing her cool and giving people a reality check

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Even more things that I think would be great to see for Buck and Eddie in season 5:

A parallel between their arcs, giving them a chance to move off from their habits and show how much they've grown since.

Even with trying to be as little shipper-y as I can (which is haaaaard)... I'd really dig this kind of narrative, to see these two men being confronted with similar situations in their current relationships as they have faced them before, but finally taking a stance and doing what they need to do for themselves and go for what they truly want.

Granted that Buck and Eddie both end up breaking up with Ana and Taylor respectively, I'd dig that kind of trajectory:

Eddie gains closure on Shannon by refusing to repeat the mistakes he made with her in the past with Ana. Which gives him a chance to finally recognize what he truly wants and needs in a relationship and in a partner (and not just for Christopher's sake), recognizing that what he wants matters just as much in an equal relationship.

Eddie may even try to act up his game with Ana when it comes to the relationship at first. After all, she stayed with him at the hospital, she was there when he was at a very low point in his life and needed support, which may feed into his need that he would have needed Shannon around, too, and still does.

She was doing well above average of just being the nice girlfriend, right? So he owes it to them both to try to make it work. Like he owed it to Shannon. So he wants to take her out for dates more often, show her how much he cares, may even consider engagement (Yikes, I know! But bear with me here!).

But then his system is perhaps very violently telling him nope (aka panic attack, PTSD, yadda). Which forces Eddie to finally investigate his feelings, like Carla told him to.

And by the end of it, he comes to realize that Ana is nice and all that and that there is nothing inherently wrong with their relationship, but the matter of fact is that he isn't in love with her. And that he is just trying to make things work he didn't manage to sort out with Shannon, which isn't fair to her or himself.

So he breaks up with her, and maybe she voices similar feelings. Like it was nice, but that it didn't feel like the actual big love. Maybe Eddie is a bit freaked about how Christopher would react to it, too. But he can put it to rest after having an honest conversation with his son. Because Christopher may like Ana, but he has Eddie and Buck and so it's going to be okay, as his dad told him and as he told Buck before also.

Buck gains closure on his abandonment issues by refusing the same mistakes he made in previous relationships. Instead of being left behind, he learns to make the cut for his own good, and the world does not end because he does! Surprise! Which gives him a chance to realize what he truly wants and needs in a relationship and a partner.

Buck has come some of the way already. Therapy and all helped him gain some very important understanding about himself. And how he doesn't want to put himself down just to please others.

But action needs to follow his words. And I think that may prove to be a great challenge for Buck. He now has Taylor. And they get along just fine. They fit well together (oh, the parallels!). So action won't have to follow until some kind of game changer moment comes about.

To send this ahead: I am no fan of the narrative "oh no, career woman chooses career over BF, such a biatch!!!" or "oh no, evil witch GF won't have babies even though man wants to have babies!!! She's evil for not birthing heirs to her Lord BF!!!". And I hope that if the writers choose any of these narrative foils, they'll do more with that and be more nuanced than that crap.

But. I think that with Taylor, we see a woman who's rightfully set on her career and who may not want to start a family any time soon (or dig any deeper into the family Buck's got than simply be friendly, which may also mark a difference in that she is fine being around Eddie, Christopher et al. but may not want to dive any deeper).

Because she shouldn't have to bend over backwards to accommodate Buck like he shouldn't have to.

Maybe a job opportunity shows up that'd require her to move (trope-y as hell, but again, bear with me here, folks), which requires them to have an honest conversation about what actions to take, moving forward. Would Buck consider moving with her? Would Taylor consider turning the job down to be with Buck?

The point being, there is some substantial conflict that isn't *just* a job opportunity, but a means to force them into considering what they want out of this relationship aside... being in that relationship: whether they are the right person for each other in the near and distant future. Because they may work out now, but they may (likely) have different views on what they want their future to look like.

To me, the important point (as many have said before, much more eloquently than I have) is this, though: Buck has to take action for himself, which may be that he ends the relationship with Taylor by being honest that he can't chase her that far because he already found something here in L.A., with these people, that he can't give up like Taylor may feel like she can't give up her career. Or whatever it is that may be stirring up the conflict.

And just to that point, I can just hope that if they take this approach, Taylor is shown either relieved herself or fine with a break-up. Because she understands that Buck is, as by her own observation, surrounded by people he has significant relationships with and is following his own needs as much as she is, which is fine.

Maybe they stay friends for real after that, which would also mark the difference to Ali. She ended it on honest terms (which is decisively better than what Abby's done), which is why Buck moved on from it rather well. He could recognize that she was not the kind of person. But again, she made the decision, not him. So I think it really comes down to Buck making the decision, taking due action for his own happiness instead of putting others first.

Also also, if there is a scenario involving Taylor (at least for some time) leaving L.A., I think it'd be a great visual parallel if he bid her farewell at the airport. To highlight the contrast with Abby. Because he is not left behind. They are moving different direction, towards what they want, but they are in the clear that it's not that relationship.

It may also be a great way to highlight that Buck recognizes that he is not expendable in his friends' lives. He has something to lose if he were to move away or whatever else. And they'd have something to lose if he were to move. He would be missed. And no, he can't work as a firefighter just anywhere. Because it's not what he wants. And he should embrace that - and recognize that he can.

And now we put the shipper goggles back on...

How neat would that be, though??? Even more so if Eddie breaks up first and goes into pining so hard that the pine trees are upset with him. Because imagine Buck talking to him about e.g. potentially moving and Eddie, not wanting to hold back the man he loves, tells him that he should follow his heart (!!!).

Only for Buck to come chasing to the Diaz house towards the end of the season, doing just that (and the two finally kiss the everloving fuck out of each other, ffs). So both realize that what they want and need in a relationship is actually what they've had with each other all along. But they had to get themselves figured out first before they can begin to figure out what it is between them (aka love).

So in the end, choosing themselves boils down to choosing each other.

And I can die a happy shipper.

RIP me.

#buddie #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 season 5 spoilers #911 spoilers #911 season 5 #the random rambling continues! #ramble ramble ramble #ignore me #if you know what #is good for you

[sxlly]

I want a satire fanfic where y/n is black (4c long hair) and they just drag Nate. Aka Maddy & Y/n (Gender neutral pronouns) vs Nate & Cassie. (Obvi us and maddy gon win so) if you don't do it you want Nate to strip you down and hold a gun to your head 🤏🏽😀

COMING SOON BIATCHES

[helena-thessaloniki]

AHHHHHHHHHHH I JUST SAW YOUR SLUTTY COMMENTS ON MY FIC YOU MAGNIFICIENT BITCH YOU, OH, OH, MY UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU, MY UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!!!!!!

*ahem* welcome back biatch missed youuuuuuu

also heads up, im wrapping up chapter 2, look forward for more sluttily deranged insanity :D

slutty abyss!! 🖤🖤🖤

I can't wait to read. I'm so happy you’re writing and posting. So, so fucking happy. GO FUCKING GET 'EM !!!

I missed you times a thousand. I'm kind of loving my social media break I'm taking with my irl accounts so I accidentally took a hiatus on here too. I'm not back back but I'm a little bit back. aka, sorry for the delay in replying :(

LUV YEW 🖤

make sure you tell me if/when you go public so I can rec the shit out of your works and let these fine folks know where to indulge in read your smutty stories (;

#slutty pennywise #fandom friends are the best friends

[orangesea6dragon]

Complimenting your talented friend and they are like

#one piece #one piece chapter 867 #mother caramel #aka biatch #op #elbaf

[bxthharmon]

Never Go Home Again, Pt. II || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 2327

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: underage drinking

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy.  teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: JJ helps you unpack, and the treasure hunt begins

A/N: I literally spent all day planning this series out, and I have a couple more parts drafted, so hopefully updates won’t be too slow! thanks for the love so far! anyone who wants to be tagged, let me know!

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

JJ turned up at your house at eleven on the next Monday. Thankfully, you were home alone, so you invited him in, explaining that you were unpacking the last of your stuff. He had happily helped, putting your things on higher shelves that you couldn’t reach or doing the heavier lifting. You saw how he inspected each polaroid, photo or ticket, looking for clues to who you were in LA. 

His favourite discovery was a polaroid of you with a girl he didn’t recognise, both taking disgustingly huge bites of cotton candy at a carnival, recognisable as the same place the picture of your mom was, in the shoebox. He had mocked you for it, and you had explained that it was an annual funfair every March, and you and the friend had been high as kites on MDMA in the picture. When you were getting to the bottom of the last box, he found an envelope, stamped as a file from the Los Angeles Police Department, and he flipped it over, the seal worn like it had been peeled open and pushed shut a hundred times. He saw how you hunched up when you saw it, snatching it from him and pushing it under the shoebox in the wardrobe, ignoring his attempts to ask about it. He found a homemade farewell card, and when he opened it, the card was full of little notes from at least fifteen people; ‘Jamie’, ‘Lily’, ‘Ella’, ‘Mia’ and a long note on the back from ‘Cassie’. He put it down on your desk, amongst the picture frames and polaroids. Some of the stuff, you were more open about. When he found a plastic lightsaber, you had enthusiastically explained to him how you and your brother used to pretend to be jedis fighting the evil empire (aka, your dad), or the tickets to museums or theme parks or theatres. Each had a story, a reason, a clue. Every memento was a drop in a vast ocean of whatever had pushed your family of two onto the Outer Banks. 

When everything was away, you flopped down on the bed, pulling him in a tow, so you were in a similar position to only two nights before. You turned to look at him.

“Why aren’t you at school, Jay?” you asked, and his heart fluttered at the shortening of his already-shortened name.

He shrugged, “I had better things to do.”

“Like me?” he shrugged again, but his face gave away that he had skipped for you. “You trying to say you wanna do me, Maybank?”

He looked you in the eye, “At some point, hopefully.”

At that, you both completely cracked up, cackling and doubling over, laughter hurting your ribs. “Smooth.” you rasped out, between your bouts of laughter.

“Why aren’t you at school?” JJ asked.

“There’s only two weeks left so the principal decided it would be best if I just started in September.” you explained, and he nodded. You turned onto your side so you could face him properly. “Jay?”

He hummed in acknowledgement, snuggling into you, ever so slightly.

“Promise me you’ll go to school as much as possible for the rest of the term?”

He looked up at you, “You serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Y/N, there’s only a month left.” he reasoned, “And finals are over so there’s literally no point.”

“Jay, there’s only a month left.” you mocked, “So you’ll manage just fine.”

He groaned, “Damn Y/N, I’ve known you half a week and you’re already making me a better person.”

Couldn’t be further from the truth, you thought, Oh JJ, if only you’d known back in LA.

“What can I say,” you grinned, “I just have that effect on people.”

The storm kept you wide awake. 

You couldn’t sleep with the sound of the window panes rattling and wind whistling past the house, so after a few hours, you wrapped yourself in your fuzzy throw blanket and shuffled down the stairs. You crept into the living room, seeing your dad asleep on the sofa. You sat down on the seat away from him, curling your feet in and pulling the blanket up to your chin. You sat there, every time your eyes drooped, a crash or bang would snap them right back open, alert. At some point, your dad woke up.

“Hi, honey,” he groaned, sitting up. “What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” you explain, wiggling your toes around a bit. “Storm’s too loud.”

He nodded, “How are your new friends?”

“They’re good.” you smiled, “Everyone here’s so different.”

“In a good way?”

“Yeah. they’re nicer, less judgy, less… I don’t know.” you trailed off. “JJ said he’d teach me how to surf.”

“Who’s JJ?” your dad frowned, “Sounds like a boys’ name.”

“Oh my God, Dad, chill.” you groaned, “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” he smirked, “Or just friends?”

“Dad, you’re literally the most infuriating person I know.” you threw your head back on the back of the armchair, too unsure of what you and JJ were to even want to describe it to him.

“Honey, just be careful, hm?” he softened, that smile on his face fading away, “You’ve been through so much lately, and I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re delicate.”

“I’m not delicate.” 

“Yeah, you are.” he looked at the floor, “and you don’t deserve anything this family has put you through, much less anything that boy did to you.”

That boy. God, comparing JJ to him was like comparing a puppy to Hannibal Lector.

“Well he’s almost three thousand miles away, so let’s just forget about him, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course, sweetheart.”

JJ appeared at the ass-crack of dawn, saying him and John B wanted a day out with the Pogues. He hadn’t relented when you said you wanted to sleep, and you found yourself giving in quicker than you would like to admit.

He waited for you to get dressed (bikini, shorts and crop tops seemed to be what you lived in, currently) and then dragged you to John B’s to get the HMS Pogue and go out to the marsh. JJ and John B had attempted to sweet-talk Heyward, and Pope ended up being (willingly) kidnapped. Next, you picked up Kiara, and her cooler full of beer, before heading to the marsh.

JJ, much to Kiara’s frustration, had decided it would be a great idea to try and teach you how to air the beer, using the speed of the boat. It was ridiculous, because you were somehow doing it better than him, even if you had beer all in your hair and bikini top. 

You were just getting the hang of it when the boat jolted to a stop, sending you and JJ flying fifteen feet forwards and crashing down into the waters.

You found yourself sinking, a frenzy of bubbles rising around you, the shape of JJ falling visible somewhere next to you. You kicked towards the surface, gasping as you broke the surface, pushing your hair out of your face as JJ appeared to your side, flicking his long hair out of his face.

“I think my heels touched the back of my head.” JJ complained, and you laughed, treading water next to him.

“At least I don’t have beer in my hair anymore.” You reasoned, clinging to JJ’s shoulder as you maneuvered out of your soaked shorts and threw them onto the boat.

“Pope,” you groaned, “What did you do?”

“Sandbar. The channel changed.”

“No shit.” JJ moaned. “Hey, I saved the beer though!”

“Congrats, JJ.” John B said.

“Guys,” Pope said, “I think there’s a boat down there.” 

“Right,” you laughed, “Sure.”

“No, no, guys, I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.” he insisted.

“Oh shit.”

You peered down at the shapes beneath you, recognising the shapes of a boat.

“You think there’s  a dead body down there?” Pope asked.

You inhaled, and then kicked downwards, the others following suit, as you all peered inside, trying to see anything of note, and then pushed back up, resurfacing.

“That’s a Grady-White!” JJ laughed, “A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.”

You hauled back onto the boat, gushing about the wreck.

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge.” John B pointed out, making Kiara turn around to glare at him. “Maybe it hit the Jetty or something?”

“You surfed the surge?” Kie asked, frustrated that they could be so reckless. 

“That’s my boy, Pogue style.” JJ grinned, and you shook your head at him, rolling your eyes.

“Wait,” You paused, “Do we know who’s boat that is?”

“No,” John B shrugged, “But we’re about to find out.”

“Dude, it’s too deep.” JJ scorned.

“Only for the weak and feeble, JJ.” John B responded.

“Well I’m not resuscitating you. I’m making that clear upfront.”

You took the anchor. “Resuscitate me then.”

“Diver down, fool.” Pope shrugged.

“Y/N-” JJ started.

“Diver down.” you jumped, letting the anchor pull you to the bottom.

Everything was blue and hazy, your eyes stinging in the salty water, but you adjusted, knowing you didn’t have long. In your short amount of time before your lungs would collapse, you scanned over the controls, finding a set of keys. You pushed back, out of the boat, and let the air in your lungs pull you to the surface.

“Oh my God that took forever!” Kie sighed, JJ finding your eyes with panic set in his features.

“Any dead bodies?” Pope asked.

“Looting potential?” JJ asked.

You shook your head. “All I found was some motel keys.” You held them up, squinting in the sun but still treading water.

“Great, we salvaged a motel key!” JJ said, sarcastically.

“Guys we should report the wreck to the Coast Guard, maybe we’ll get a finder’s fee.” Kiara reasoned.

“And not work all summer!” JJ grinned, “Thanks Agatha, ya biatch!”

Following JJ out of the boat, something about the motel was setting you on edge, making your stomach churn uncomfortably.

You began to walk with JJ, when Pope called out to you, “Y/N, Don’t let him do anything stupid, he doesn’t listen to the rest of us.”

“I’m not making promises.” You shrugged.

You looked back at John B and Kiara as she told him to “be careful”. You shot her a questioning look, and she simply shook her head. You took the keys from John B, walking a couple of feet ahead of the two boys. You scanned the room numbers, pretending not to listen to them talk about Kie. If you didn’t feel bad about the place already, hearing the way JJ talked about Kie seemed to be adding to the feeling.

“Twenty nine.” you cut them off, taking the keys off John B, “This is us,”

“Housekeeping!” JJ mocked, and you shoved his shoulder playfully, gaining access to the door, which you unlocked.

JJ and John B took a beeline to the map, while you went through the bathroom, finding nothing but unused shampoos and body washes.

“Find anything?” John B asked as you came through.

“Just a Dopp Kit,” you shrugged, sitting down on the bed.

You left JJ to his rambling as you handed a John B a code to unlock the safe with.

Stacks of cash, a gun, an envelope. Your eyes widened, and you let out a whistle. You called JJ over, and he immediately grabbed the gun, both you and John B yelling for him to put it back as he asked for a picture.

Hearing a crack on the window, you saw Pope and Kiara signalling that there was someone at the door. JJ confirmed this, peaking through the blinds. 

You forced the window, allowing John B out, before following. JJ followed you, shutting the window after himself. You shuffled along so he could stand, only giving you space for one foot, right on the edge of the roof. You grabbed the post in front of JJ and he wrapped an arm around you to keep you from falling.

You could see John B and JJ mouthing to each other, but you couldn’t see, what with JJ being in the way and being preoccupied with trying not to fall. JJ turned slightly, to look back at Pope and Kiara. His grip loosened, and you almost lost your footing. 

JJ, pulled you back in, allowing you to regain balance, but the combination of your small scream and the clatter of the goddamned gun falling, one of the cops looked out the window. 

In JJ’s attempt to stop the two of you from being seen, The two of you ended up face to face, barely an inch apart, with his grip holding you tight as fuck. You could smell weed and mint on his breath. 

“Your eyes are really blue.” you murmured, watching how they lit up as he stifled a laugh.

You were sitting on JJ’s lap with an arm thrown casually around his neck, ever conscious of his fingers tracing patterns on your side, as the group were talking about what your next moves were.

“So we need to lay low right?” you began, the group nodding, and an idea popped into your head. “Okay, so if you're laying low, everyone would expect you to stop doing shit right? Be super discreet about everything?” the group nodded, unsure of your path, “well, in that case, do what they least expect.”

“Hand ourselves in?” JJ joked, and you sighed, exasperated.

“This place is the polar opposite of LA, but it has one thing in common - with my area at least. It’s fucking full of broke teenagers, and if broke teenagers are good at anything, it’s getting a hold of vast amounts of alcohol, right?”

“Fuckin’ amen.” JJ muttered, and the others all looked at you in confusion.

“So, gather your resources, and throw whatever the Outer Banks version of a beach party is!”

“Let’s throw a kegger.” Kie grinned.

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