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ameliagomez50 · 2 years
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Explorer K2 Kayak, 2-Person Inflatable Kayak Set with Aluminum Oars, Manual and Electric Pumps
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oneBrandIntexItem Weight35 PoundsMaterialPolypropyleneColorYellowStyleOne
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About this item
Comfortable for anyone: Kayak includes an adjustable inflatable seat with backrest; Cockpit designed for comfort and space
Dimensions: Inflated size 10 feet 3 x 3 feet x 1 feet 8 inch; Maximum weight capacity: 400 pounds
Directional stability: Removable SKEG for directional stability
Increased visibility: In case of emergency, bright yellow color helps visibility
Made for smaller bodies of water: Explorer k2 is made for smaller bodies of water including lakes and mild rivers
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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months
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the game part two
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read part one here!
words: 3.2k
warnings: 18+ only!, drug dealing, smut, dubcon at first, f receiving oral and handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal, cheating
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it’s been six months, and you’ve mostly forgotten about your encounter with rafe cameron. you stole his drugs and his money, then hid out. you knew your brother would keep you safe until things died down, giving you ample money for your score, but not wanting to hear the details of how you got into the cameron household.
you rarely think of rafe, except when your pathetic boyfriend comes over to fuck you. he’s sweet, a nice boy, and you like him, but his cock, while average in size, is nothing like rafes, and you find yourself missing his length, craving the feeling of him stretching you out again, even if it was just that one time.
“i think i’m gonna head out on the boat today.” you hum to your brother, looking out the large modern windows of his mansion at the shining sun, making the ocean glitter as it reflects the light.
“mmm, fine. take security with you.” he says, barely looking up from whatever document he’s working on.
“oh come on, i’ll be fine by myself.” you roll your eyes. your brother became even more protective of you after what you did to rafe. he even encouraged you to stay with your boyfriend, who he originally didn’t like. you know that means only one thing, and your boyfriend is now in his pocket as well, probably tasked with your safety.
“baby sis, you stole from rafe cameron. he hasn’t forgotten that shit.” “and he won’t be looking for me out in the fucking ocean.” you roll your eyes, stomping away to put on your bikini as your brother yells, “i don’t care, security is going with you either way!”
you get yourself ready anyways, knowing you need some time away from everyone, including whoever of your brothers henchmen have the unfortunate task of taking you on the boat. you walk out to the dock alone, but one of the men is already out on the pier, standing waiting for you.
“hello.” you mumble, climbing onto the boat and getting it ready, untying it from the dock and turning on the engine, keeping it idling as you make sure you got your necessities, snacks, water bottles, and a towel in case you decide to take a dip.
“oh shit, i forgot a life vest, can you grab one of the other boat?” you ask the man, you think his name is james. or maybe henry. you can’t bother to remember.
“sure.” he climbs off the boat and the second both of his feet are on the wooden pier, you shoot into the drivers seat, gunning the speed and taking off away from the shore before he can stop you.
you don’t bother turning around as he shouts for you to come back. you feel a little guilty about whatever punishment your brother is going to give him, but it’s not like any of the dudes hanging around are good guys, after all they all work for a drug dealer.
you navigate the backwaters seamlessly, having grown up on the water. you head further towards the ocean, away from the grassy islands, letting all of your worries and troubles go as you keep the boat moving at max speed, letting the wind whip through your hair.
you curse when the boat suddenly slows down. you hadn’t even thought to check the gas before taking off, you know your brother usually keeps everything filled. you angle yourself towards a small island, letting the nose of the boat push into the sand, but its better than being stuck free floating.
“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you groan, rubbing your hands over your face, checking all of the storage departments for extra gas, but of course theres none.
“just my luck.” you mumble to yourself, throwing yourself down on the seat. you can call your brother and have him, or more likely one of his goons, come and rescue you, but you still want some more alone time, so you shuck your coverup off and lay back, figuring you might get the best use of your time stuck by soaking up some rays.
you lay there for half an hour before you hear a boat engine. you’re in a pretty secluded area so it’s quite the surprise. you stand at the back of the boat and wave your arms, hoping whoever it is has some extra gas they can lend you.
the boat is blacked out, windows tinted dark so you can’t see what the driver looks like as the pull up to the sandbar jutting out of the water, also lodging the nose of their boat to hold them steady.
“hey! i ran out of gas.” you shout as the door opens.
“oh, sweetheart.” the voice has your body freezing up as rafe cameron steps into the light.
“ra-rafe.” you take a step back, legs bumping into the side of your boat. you have nowhere to go as he leaps from his boat to yours. “please don’t hurt me.” 
“hurt you?” rafe questions, shaking his head as he steps closer. “hurt you like you hurt me? you used me.” rafe sounds almost hurt before the angry mask takes over his face again.
“i was forced to! my brother made me!” you explain, even though its a lie. it was completely your idea, but theres no way for rafe to know that.
“and you still went along with it. you could have told me, when you were in my house. i could have helped you. but instead, you let me fuck you. you let me inside your pussy. just to steal from me.”
rafe is now hovering directly over you, and you know from his smirk that he’s noticed your shaking body, and the way that you are staring up at him in fear.
“is that how much of a slut you are? you enjoy being whored out by your drug dealing brother?” rafe takes your chin in his hand, not being gentle at all as he tilts your head up to keep eye contact. “you certainly enjoyed bouncing on my dick.” “fuck you.” you try to pull your chin away, but rafe moves faster, shoving you down onto the sofa, the plastic material hot from baking in the sun.
“i won’t hurt you princess, no.” rafe hums, stopping you from squirming around my pressing his weight down even more. “in fact, since you love being a slut so much, i’m gonna fuck you.”
“rafe, please, no.” you whine as his hands grip your chest, ripping away the thin material of the bikini that was barely covering your tits to begin with. rafe ignores your pleas, dropping his head to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while his fingers pinch the other one.
“oh fuck.” you moan, legs widening and allowing rafes body to slot between. you press your hips up, seeking his body as you grind against him, upset that your body is betraying you as your pussy wettens the more rafe sucks and nips at your chest.
“see, this is exactly what i mean.” rafe laughs against your skin, biting the side of your breast and leaving teeth marks. “you were just saying no and now you’re grinding against me. such a little whore.” “please, i have a boyfriend.” you whimper as rafe sucks deep purple marks into your chest and neck, not caring that he’s leaving hickeys behind for anyone to see. he wants to claim you, mark you.
“does he fuck you good?” rafe asks, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms, pulling them off of you to reveal your messy cunt. “is his cock as good as mine? what about his mouth?” rafe questions, dropping to his knees to the teak flooring, not needing to hold you down anymore, he knows you’re not going anywhere.
rafe buries his head in between your thighs, moaning when he gets a taste of you, what he missed so much since that one night all those months ago. his tongue laps over every inch of you except for your clit.
“can’t have you feel too good, baby.” rafe laughs, biting your thigh. “not when you stole from me.” “i’m sorry.” you whine, feeling tears pool in your eyes as you reach down and tug on rafes hair, pressing his face back into your cunt.
rafe eats you out greedily, tongue traversing over every inch of you that he can, moving between wide sweeping licks and fast rapid flicks of his tongue, still keeping away from your clit.
“oh my god!” you shout when his tongue prods against your hole, lifting your hips up off the seat, unable to keep yourself still as you place one hand on the back of his head, moving your hips and rubbing your pussy against his awaiting mouth.
“such a slut.” rafe laughs, his words vibrating through you as he finally finally moves up to your clit, sucking harshly at your bud, not caring that you’re screaming from the pleasure.
rafe closes his eyes, focus solely on your cunt as he brings two fingers to your entrance, plunging them into your hole as he attacks your clit, taking it between his teeth and tugging on the sensitive skin, making the tears now roll down your face.
“please, please let me cum!” you scream for rafe, your entire body shaking as your orgasm builds, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you as he doesn’t let off of your clit, sucking it between his lips as your orgasm hits you.
you cry out rafes name, body going taunt as you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as rafe slows his licks on your clit, moving down to lap around his fingers that are still shoved deep in your cunt.
“taste yourself.” rafe commands, moving so you can kiss him. you don’t hold back, taking rafes face in your hands as you kiss him, jutting your tongue up to lick the juices away from his mouth.
“my little slut.” rafe deepens the kiss, starting to thrust his fingers again.
“ra-rafe stop.” you try halfheartedly to push his hand away, “too sensitive.” “you think i give a shit?” rafe laughs, eyes roaming your chest, taking in the bruises dotting your tanned skin. “you stole from me, bitch.” “i’m sorry.” you cry out, knowing tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you can’t stop them, the pleasure is too overwhelming.
“show me how sorry you are by cumming on my fingers.” rafe says, increasing the speed that he’s moving. you moan despite your best judgment.
rafe is somehow able to stuff a third finger inside of your cunt, stretching you to almost painful levels. you thrash on the sofa, the harsh sun beating down on you. you almost forgot that you were on a boat in broad daylight, so wrapped up in rafe pleasuring you.
rafes lips slot around your nipple again, sucking it repeatedly as you arch your back to push your chest further into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the attention he’s giving you, so purely focused on your body.
“i thought about you.” you tell rafe, making him pick his head up to look you in the eye, but his fingers don’t slow. “i thought about you when he fucks me. i wished it was you.”
rafe smirks, twisting his hand so his thumb can rub at your clit while he finger fucks you. “i knew you’d miss my cock once you had it. you could have stayed and been my little slut, my personal fuck toy, but instead you had to steal my coke. do you know how much money you lost me?” “i said i was sorry.” you sob out.
“cum then.” rafe commands, and your orgasm builds rapidly, too quickly, and before you realize what’s happening, wetness is squirting from your cunt, soaking rafes hand and splashing onto the teak floorboards.
“holy fuck.” rafe groans, gripping his cock with his free hand, squeezing through his shorts to give himself some relief.
“st-stop.” you say weakly, and rafe finally listens and pulls his fingers out, pushing your legs wider to admire how pink your abused pussy now is, completely dripping in your juices.
“has he ever made you squirt?” “no, never.” you shake your head. 
“it’s a shame.” rafe tsks. “i could have made you feel so good every day.” rafe stands up, glancing around the surrounding waterways, making sure there are still no boats around before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the muscles hidden beneath.
you are boneless on the couch, body completely relaxed and near numb from the orgasms rafe just pulled from you, but despite that you still feel your cunt pulse when rafe throws his shirt onto the ground, quickly unbuttoning his shorts as well and tugging them down along with his underwear, revealing the hard cock that you’ve missed so much.
“tell me you want this.” rafe commands, stroking his cock while keeping his eyes on you.
“i don’t.” you whimper, but your thighs clench together, watching the precum bead at the tip of rafes cock.
“you don’t want me to fuck you?” rafe asks. “but you’re such a slut, baby.” he coos mockingly. 
“please, i have a boyf-”
“don’t mention him again.” rafe cuts you off. “unless you’d like for me to ruin your other hole as well that way no matter how he fucks you you’ll be thinking of me.” you whimper at the thought of rafe abusing your ass and keep your mouth shut.
“turn over.” rafe grabs your hip, forcing you to move on the couch. you place your knees on the cushion, letting rafe bend you over the back of the couch, your head hovering over the water below.
“gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be begging to come back home with me.” rafe says, hands slapping against your ass, making you yelp.
“such a pretty pussy, fuck.” rafe groans, throwing his head back as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in yet, wanting to prolong his teasing.
“please.” you beg, trying to push back onto his cock, but rafe grabs your hips and keeps you still.
“are you asking me to stop?” rafe questions. “or are you asking me to fuck you?”
“i don’t know.” you sob, gripping onto the plastic cushion the best that you can.
rafe hums, “that’s too bad.” and then thrusts forward, burying his cock completely in your cunt in one firm push.
“rafe!” you scream out, pussy clenching down, your walls being stretched by his length.
“no wonder i fell for your act, this is the best pussy i’ve ever felt.” rafe grunts out, snapping his forward, the skin of his thighs slapping against your bum.
“faster.” you moan, but rafe does the opposite and slows instead, keeping his thrusts deep but moving steady and deliberately, letting you feel everything as he takes in the squeeze of your cunt, the tightness of your pussy.
rafe grinds his hips against you, his cock making space for itself, pushing against your sweet spot that has you crying out, past the point of embarrassment about your noises.
“so good.” you moan, knowing that you’re drooling onto the couch.
“i know, baby.” rafe moans as well, pushing his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, dripping with wetness and coating him.
“can tell how much you’re liking it.” rafe moves faster, hands tightening on your hips, certain to leave marks behind. “can feel you squeezing around me.”
you bury your head in the couch, relieved by the cool press against your forehead, pushing back against rafe, rocking your body backwards to the best of your abilities, your knees sweaty and sticking to the couch.
“need your cock.” you swallow the lump in your throat. “need it every day, please rafe, forgive me, i need you, i don’t care.” 
“don’t care about your boyfriend? or your brother?” rafe questions.
“no.” you whine, “just care about your cock.” 
rafe fucks you harder, somehow able to find more depth and space. “well, i guess you should have thought about that before stealing from me, slut. i’ll soak my cock in your cunt this once, but you won’t get it again.” “no, rafe, i need it!”
rafe bends over your back to whisper in your ear, “then you work for me now until you pay back what you lost me. you can steal coke from your brother to repay me and then suck my cock. once you’ve paid off your debts, i’ll start fucking you.”
“i’ll do anything.” you don’t even think about what he’s asking, you don’t care, you’d promise anything to keep getting fucked like this.
“i know, baby.” rafe hums, angling his hips so every time his cock presses in, it hits the most sensitive part inside of you.
rafe reaches one hand down, around your hip, to rub over your clit, placing two fingertips on top moving quickly, trying to get you to cum because he can’t last much longer.
“gonna cum inside of you.” rafe warns, and you whine, clit pulsing under his movements.
“fill me up.” you tell rafe, aching for his cum warming your insides. 
rafe moans out your name repeatedly, pushing his cock as deep inside of you as it can go, letting his cum fill you up. at feeling his release, your orgasm pushes through your body, seeing stars as you squeeze your eyes shut, cunt fluttering around rafes cock, milking everything out of him that you can.
rafe slumps forward, his cock slipping out of you as you both collapse onto the couch, breathing heavily.
rafe grabs your waist and flips your position so you’re laying on top of him. you rest your head against his chest, letting out a low moan in appreciation as rafe strokes his hand over your hair.
“you mean what you said?” rafe asks, his hand not halting as it glides over the strands of your hair and then down your back.
“yes.” you whisper. you’ve felt far too cooped up these last six months. it’s not like you want to be a drug dealer, so hopefully once you settle your score with rafe and pay him back for what you stole, you’ll be able to absolve yourself from everything.
“then you’re coming home with me.” rafe says, helping you sit up.
“i-i can’t rafe.” you sigh, pushing your hair out of your face. “i need to get back to my brother, i’m not even supposed to be out without security.”
“mmm, you’ll have to figure it out.” rafe shrugs. “you’re coming home with me to start sucking my cock like you promised.”
“okay.” you whisper, not having any energy to argue with rafe, looking down at your destroyed body, covered in bruises and soaked in sweat, cum dripping out of your pussy.
“hey.” rafe says, placing his fingers under your chin and forcing you to look at him. he presses a kiss against your lips, so unlike your other kisses, not devoid of passion but far sweeter, almost like he’s trying to comfort you despite what he just did to you, what he just made you agree to.
“come on.” rafe sighs, standing up. “put your bikini back on, we’re taking my boat.” “okay.” you stand, figuring it’s best now to just follow rafes instructions, not worrying about any consequences as you put your bikini back on, letting rafe help you off of your brothers boat and onto his own. 
you take a seat at the back while rafe goes to the helm, watching the abandoned boat as you drive away, wondering what the hell you just got yourself into.
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taintedtort · 10 months
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prompt ✧ reader with a drained social battery
characters ✧ itto, scaramouche, kazuha, xiao
warnings ✧ gn!reader , none!
a/n ✧ this has been in my drafts for MONTHS. finally posting cus i haven’t written in a week..
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ITTO
✧ doesn’t understand the concept of ‘low social battery’ , and since you weren’t in the mood to explain it to him, you’d have to cut the visit short and go home to sit in peace for a while.
“you’re going? where?” you felt awful after seeing the frown replace his happy smile he wore seconds earlier.
“i’m tired, im gonna go home, but i’ll see you tomorrow if you want.” you cringed slightly at the way his face fell even further. he reached forward and took your hand in his.
“aw man, but we were just getting started!” he pouted. a look of slight shock took over your features. just getting started? god, you’re already completely drained right now!
“i’m sorry, we can finish up tomorrow?” your tone was questioning, unsure if you should just stick it out to save his feelings, or go home to your private sanctuary. you had to admit, the latter sounded much more appealing.
a sigh left his lips before he lazily nodded, “okay, that’s fine.” he smiled once more before giving you a kiss on the forehead.
“i hope you feel better.”
SCARAMOUCHE
✧ completely understands, he hates unwanted company too. will take you to his private office away from the crowd of people and let you sit, alone or with him, he’ll let you decide.
“what?” you heard scaramouche ask, annoyance lacing his voice. you glanced over and plastered on a fake smile, “nothing, just tired i guess.”
you attempted to shrug it off, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and tugged you off into his office. you were a bit shocked, but mostly confused.
“stay in here, i can tell you’re uncomfortable,” he grunted, gesturing his head to his office chair, silently telling you to take a seat. you obliged and plopped down with a long sigh.
“you wanted to get out of there too, didn’t you?” you questioned, a small smile playing on your lips. when he simply replied with a curt nod, you let the room fall silent as you closed your eyes, attempting to gain some energy back. when you opened your eyes to glance at him, he was staring at you. a smile twitched onto your lips.
“thank you.”
KAZUHA
✧ he partly understands how you feel, but being on a boat, there isn’t a lot of quiet places to hide. he can easily recharge by sitting and simply staring at the ocean, peacefully listening to the bustle of people. but he knows that doesn’t work for you, so he tries to help the best he can.
“are you alright, love?” he quietly asked in your ear. your head snapped up as you halted your heads that were picking at your nails. you flashed him an uncomfortable smile before shrugging.
he gently took your hand in his and lead you to the storage unit inside the ship. it wasn’t completely quiet, you could hear people walking above you and the waves of the sea below your feet, but it was better than up there. you sat down on a crate with a grunt, relaxing your body. he stared down at you with a loving smile, pure adoration in his eyes.
“should i go so you can be alone for a little?” he gently asked. you raised your face to look him in the eye before shaking your head.
“no, please stay.”
XIAO
✧ understands better than anyone. you don’t even have to ask before he’s sweeping you off your feet and teleporting to a private place where you two can be alone.
“come here.” xiao gently tugged on your hand, pulling you towards him. you made a quiet noise of shock before making contact with his chest. his arms wrapped around you before a wave of warmth engulfed you and a flash of green and black invaded your vision.
you felt two taps on your cheek before your eyes opened, which you didn’t even remember closing. you looked around, taking in the scene of a beautiful spring right in front of you. the sound of the water and the trees moving from the gentle breeze made you break out into a smile.
you felt his arms loosen around your waist, letting you slip away and explore the new area. you took a seat on a rock near the water, looking around at the peaceful sanctuary. xiao stood behind you, watching you take everything in, your eyes full of wonder.
“is this okay?” he mumbled. you turned your body to him with a wide smile. blush covered his cheeks at the adorable sight.
“it’s perfect, thank you so much.”
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kayakingoutpost · 2 years
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Perception Kayaks Hi Life 11 | Sit on Top Kayak - SUP/Paddleboard | Hybrid Boat with Seat Storage/Cooler | 11 | Sunset, (Model: 9351599042)
Perception Kayaks Hi Life 11 | Sit on Top Kayak – SUP/Paddleboard | Hybrid Boat with Seat Storage/Cooler | 11 | Sunset, (Model: 9351599042)
Perception Kayaks Hi Life 11 | Sit on Top Kayak – SUP/Paddleboard | Hybrid Boat with Seat Storage/Cooler | 11 | Sunset, (Model: 9351599042) Product Description & Features: All the fun of kayaking and stand up Paddle boarding combined in one Designed for flat, slow-moving and calm coastal water types Perfect for sharing the water with kids and pets Bronze medal winner of the prestigious 2018…
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This house is crazy and I want it so bad! It comes with Manatees! The 1960 house in Crystal River, Florida has a spring that goes thru the property that's a Manatee rescue and refuge protected by the Dept. of Fish and Wildlife. It's currently being operated as a bed & breakfast, but it doesn't have to be. 5bds, 5ba, and all the cool furnishings stay! $3.3M - it's pricey, but Manatees! Look at them all, right in the yard.
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Bear in mind that all this great stuff conveys and look at the painted floor.
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Check it out, a blue fireplace.
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The kitchen's cute and it's quite large.
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This is a main floor bedroom and look at the manatee mural. They even have manatee bedding.
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There's seaweed painted on this bathroom wall. The murals are professionally done.
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The rest of the bedrooms and baths are on the 2nd floor.
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The upstairs bedrooms are just as cool. This is so pretty and it has bedding to match.
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The en-suite.
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The owners really went all out with the decor.
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Small pirate bedroom is adorable for a child.
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This is another residence on the property and could be a guest house or caretaker's house.
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It's currently used as storage.
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Has a nice bath- love the shell sink.
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And, there they are, the manatees swimming by in the heated spring- the water temp stays around 72 degrees year-round.
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Even the chimney on the fireplace has a mural and there's a roof top deck on the house.
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Seating around a fire pit.
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I thought that this was an outdoor fireplace, but I don't think it is.
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All of these boats convey so guests can take them out on the river.
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The property is .45 acre.
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I would say that there are so many homes around that they're probably private residences, rather than bed & breakfasts.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/244-NE-2nd-Ct-Crystal-River-FL-34429/43637328_zpid/?
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hockeyshmockey · 7 months
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Jack Hughes Imagine
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summary: a day on the lake with the hughes'. Jack hughes x fem!oc
warnings: fluff.... overwhelming fluff
"Baby wake up," Jack whispered in her ear as the morning light came in through the open blinds in their room. Lexi and Jack had flown in for one last summer lake day after spending Jack's off season in Toronto for training. The couple had arrived just in time for dinner the night before, catching up with Jim, Ellen, Quinn and Luke.
The first day of the long labor day weekend was today, and all the Hughes' friends had arrived first thing in the morning. The boys had decided to take the boat out as soon as the group was gathered to kick off the weekend.
"Jack it's still dark out," Lexi whined as she buried her head in her pillow. Jack straddled her back with a smile, letting his fingers caress her ribs and dig in to tickle her. The red head immediately tried bucking her boyfriend off with no luck. After getting a laugh in, Jack climbed off of her as Lexi finally sat up in bed.
"C'mon, get ready," he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "We want to get out on the water."
Lexi groaned but got out of bed, heading in to the bathroom to get ready. She threw on a bikini and some sun screen before grabbing one of Jack's shirts as a cover up and heading downstairs. Ellen was in the kitchen making snacks and lunch, while the boys were getting the boats ready and packing coolers.
"Good morning sweetie," Ellen beamed at the red head as she came into the kitchen, offering the blonde a hug from behind.
"Morning mama Hughes," Lexi smiled. "What can I help with?" The two women were quickly able to finish up their lunches and snacks by the time the boys came in telling them everything was ready.
The boys grabbed the remaining cooler bags, while Ellen and Lexi grabbed the bags with towels and sunscreen before heading out back. Lexi immediately hopped in the boat with Quinn and Jack, the three joined by Ellen and Jim. Luke and his buddies were on the second boat the family kept at the house, and Lexi felt glad she missed that call as the boys began blaring music and starting to shot gun beers.
"Oh to be young again," Jim said with a laugh as Quinn rolled his eyes and got the boat into gear, heading out onto the lake. With it being labor day, there were plenty of neighbors on the water. The group all waved as they passed other boaters, before stopping at an anchor spot they had found at the beginning of the summer.
Quinn held the boat steady as Luke and the boys began to get ready to wake board. Lexi went to grab her float out of the storage chest under one of the seats, handing it off to Quinn to inflate as she grabbed Ellen's as well.
This was Lexi's heaven, the girl thought as she weaved her hand through the water. Her and Ellen were sat in little floats attached to the boat, drinks in hand as the boys wake boarded a 100 yards away. Jim and Quinn were chilling with them, listening to music as they watched Luke whip the boys around the Lake.
Jack was up, and Lexi cheered dutifully as the boy shot gunned a beer while skiing, before being flung off by a cackling Luke. The middle Hughes brother waved Luke off as he went to turn the boat around, swimming over to where his mom and Lexi were likely gossiping.
"How are my girls?" Jack called out as he paddled towards the women, ending up leaning his head on Lexi's float as the two of them smiled at the boy.
"Living the life babe," Lexi ran her fingers through his hair with a smile. "Just telling your mom to go ahead and let us know her plans to come out to games this season."
"You know you're welcome to them all mom," Jack and Lexi nodded. "And now that we're in a new apartment, you can have your own space in Luke's apartment or ours."
"You guys are so sweet," Ellen stared at the couple with a soft smile. She never could have imagined two years ago that her wild middle boy would be this settled down, but Lexi had been so good for him. And knowing the words her son had spoken to her on the deck the night before, she knew he planned to keep her around forever.
"We love having you in town," Lexi said with a grin. "It's helpful to have another set of hands keeping two of the three Hughes boys out of trouble."
"You're stuck with that job forever baby," Jack laughed. "With your luck, we'll have all boys and you'll be just like mom."
"That would be terrifying," Lexi exaggerated a shiver, sharing a laugh with Ellen. "Not a bad way to be though, look how you guys turned out."
"Sap," Jack murmured as he leaned in to kiss her leg, before pushing off and paddling back to the boat. The group spent another two hours on the water before heading back to the house as the water started going down.
Lexi offered to shower first and then start dinner, Jack joining her in the prep duty. As the others all got cleaned up, the couple began to prep meat and vegetables for the grill. Lexi had turned on some music, swaying her body back and forth as Taylor Swift came over the speakers.
"C'mere," Jack grabbed her hand as Enchanted began to play, wrapping the girl in his arms and beginning to sway her back and forth. Lexi smiled softly, resting her forehead on his neck as Jack softly sang the chorus to her.
Neither noticed when Jim and Ellen came to the kitchen door, Ellen stopping her husband with a smile as she saw the two slow dancing. "She's going to be our daughter one day huh?" Jim asked with a little smile as he put his arm around Ellen's shoulder.
"She already is," Ellen beamed as she pushed Jim back towards the deck door, deciding to let the couple have a few more minutes.
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my favorite person asking me to spend forever with him in our favorite place of course with our favorite people
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elblue06 we love you both so much!
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elblue06 I knew Lexi was special, and it didn't take long for us to realize she was Jack's perfect match. I took this photo last summer, here at the lake, and Jim and I both knew Lexi would be our daughter one day. We're so excited for this new chapter, and can't wait to have another Hughes soon!
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lexibowen Ellen, I'm crying! Thank you for being so welcoming to me every day. You are already my family, and I can't wait to make it official and get to take on the ruckus with one of the strongest women I've ever met
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please you (dewdrop ghoul!reader)
As her eyes met the fire ghouls, she had a feeling she wouldn't be escaping this unscathed.
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Or the band's assistant gets cornered by Dewdrop in the airplane bathroom.
18+ ONLY
Pairing: Dewdrop x reader
Fandom: The Band Ghost
Words: 3,337
Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Blood Kink, Mild Blood, Praise Kink, Blindfolds, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, no beta we die like Nihil, Slapping, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dewdrop Is A Little Shit (Ghost Sweden Band)
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Flying was such a personal experience; every person’s reaction gives you a little insight to their lives. Like looking into a frost-covered window during the holidays, you get a glimpse into something that’s not meant for your eyes.
Take Swiss for example, with every tiny brush of turbulence, the cocky and boisterous ghoul was quickly reduced to a shivering pile of tears . If he didn’t have Mountain sat beside him to ground him through every flight, they would have lost him ages ago to a faint heart.  Cumulus, on the other hand, was overtly superstitious about being in the air, probably closely related to her kinship to the elemental powers she was bestowed with. Cumulus pre-flight was like clockwork, she’d drink the same brand of water, go to the washroom exactly 45 minutes before take-off to ensure she wouldn’t need to in the air. She’d even arrange the other ghoulettes to her liking, so that 15 minutes after take-off she can fall into a peaceful sleep until 30 minutes before landing, where she’d clench the armrests in anticipation and send a feeler out through her abilities to see if there’s anything she could alter to help land smoothly.
The complete other side of the spectrum is where you would find Dewdrop.
He’d start the morning on edge, getting aggressively more hyper as take-off time approached. Once past security the speed at which he bounced his legs while sitting could cause a small-scale shift in the tectonic plates. Dew would quite literally throw hands for the window seat. One time Aether tried to insist that Copia gave him the window fair and square. Half the band almost got put on the No-Fly list with the magnitude of Dew’s tantrum. Since then, Copia has been on guard to ensure the fire ghoul is sitting by the window uncontested. It’s kind of cute, the little whoops and chirps he lets out as he watches the world disappear below him during take-off.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t in the same boat. There was something exhilarating about flying. Even her dull human senses could find thrill. Dew preferred to sit beside her, mentioning that the smell of her adrenaline was intoxicating. The only ghoul that could handle both her and Dew strung out on the flying high was the ever-calm Rain. The two of them feeding off each other’s excitement made them both antsy, like she needed to work off the energy and could almost feel herself pushing out of her seat to pace the aisle, but every time the urge got too strong, she’d find Rain’s hand gripping her thigh. His fingers digging slightly into her was enough to rip her from her previous train of thought. She started to picture his digits without the glamour, how his claws would put sweet pressure almost to the point of breaking her skin. They hadn’t had a moment alone since the amp-incident, but she usually felt his eyes trailing her whenever she entered a room. Eyes that she wished she could see without the pesky mask in the way. However, she knew it was a rule instilled by the higher ups in the Abbey, and Rain was nothing if not a rule follower.
Except for his hidden wild streak, like taking advantage of her pinned in a storage room and having his way with her. Oh, how she wished she could impale herself on something else to entice the water ghoul into another depraved moment.
She could feel the flush covering her entire body as thoughts of their escapade flooded her memory. She felt the familiar burn in her stomach and swallowed hard as she realized it would be a matter of moments before the ghouls on either side of her knew exactly how she was feeling due to their impeccable sense of smell. She made another attempt to rise from her seat, but Rain’s hand was lightning fast, already clamping on her thigh and pushing her back down.
“Rain, I need to use the washroom,” She whispered, barely making out his amber eyes from behind the mask lenses. What a mistake that was. His pupils were slightly blown, and she could tell it was already too late to escape the ghouls' notice. His fingers tightened slightly, before loosening his grip altogether, ghosting his hand along her thigh before removing it completely. How one small action could light a fire within her was beyond comprehension. She slowly picked her jaw up from the floor and shuffled past the water ghoul. She escaped down the aisle, finding refuge in the closet-sized bathroom.
She flicked the lock, taking a second to collapse against the door behind her. She was a grown ass woman. Why was she acting like a teenager getting felt up for the first time? She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, the whooshing of blood through her veins at a faster than normal rate. She needed to cool down immediately. The flush across her face and chest felt like it was burning. She moved to stand in front of the sink, her hands desperately gripping the counter as she glared at the image staring back at her.
She was a force to be reckoned with, a confident and assured woman who fought for what she wanted. Not some cock-hungry teenager driven blindly by her hormones. Did she want these ghouls to treat her like she was their own personal toy? Absolutely. But she would do it with dignity, make them beg and plead for her. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she pressed down on the tap, gathering the cool water and splashing some over her heated cheeks.
A click beside her sounded and she watched as the door slid to an unlocked position. A narrow gap appeared between the frame and her eyes widened in disbelief as a ghoul slid into the tiny bathroom.
Dew stared down at her, canting his head to one side as he chittered from behind his mask.
“I was wondering where you’d snuck off to, luckily your delicious scent led me straight here,” Dew spoke aloud, taking a step forward as she took one back, her hips knocking awkwardly against the counter. Dew tilted his head to the other side, and she was sure if he wasn’t wearing his balaclava, she’d see a smirk grow across his lips. He took another step closer, crowding her space as he leaned forward and brought his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply. “Magnificent,” He growled, pushing closer and burying his fabric-covered nose into her skin.
“H-how’d you get in here?” She cursed herself at the stutter, unable to form coherent words as the fire ghoul pressed further into her, slotting his knee between her legs. He wasted no time, his hands wrapping around her thighs and lifting her ass to rest on the miniscule counter behind her. One false move and she would drop like a sack of potatoes. But Dew wasn’t having that, pushing closer yet again and anchoring her to the perch he had created. He used his body to keep her exactly where he wanted her.
“You think a flimsy lock like that was going to keep you from me? You should have tried harder to get away, after leaving Rain and I to sit in your arousal like that.” Dew hissed, unglamouring his fingers so his claws could dig into her hips, not painful but not comfortable. Shit, she thought, I'm so screwed. Dew seemed to agree with her thoughts as he moved his claws down a little. He left thin, red lines where the blood welled up to the skin, a tiny amount of it breaking the surface.
“There’s not really a lot of room here Dew, maybe we should wait until we get to the hotel tonight." She tried in vain to steer the direction of this conversation, but if the bulge pushing against her center was any indication, she was not getting off this plane without joining the mile high club. Dew scoffed at her suggestion, eyes roaming the cramped airplane bathroom.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve,” Dew sneered, smacking her leg in a playful admonishment. “Speaking of sleeves,” He muttered, glancing at his own arms before shifting his gaze to hers. Apparently unable to spot whatever he was looking for, he grabbed the hem of her hoodie. He clicked excitedly at the plain black t-shirt she wore underneath. “Any sentimental attachment to this shirt?” He questioned as he ran his claws teasingly over the thin fabric covering her stomach.
“Not particularly…” She trailed off, intrigued to see where this was headed but also unsure of the fire ghoul’s intentions. He gripped the edge of the shirt before slashing his claws out in a swift movement. This separated the bottom edge of the clothing from the rest of it. Leaning into her neck once more, he spread his hands back to her waist.
“Tell me doll, are you scared of the dark?” He whispered directly into her ear, blowing a hot puff of air to accompany the words. Didn’t she just say she would go into this experience dignified? Yet here she was, dripping in anticipation as Dew reached up and used the piece of her shirt to cover her eyes and block her vision. Blindfolded and trapped, yup very dignified, she thought pointedly.
Dew’s fingers trailed from behind her head to her neck. One gripped firmly as the other slid down to brush a breast over the fabric of her clothing. She eagerly raised her arms as he slipped the hoodie and shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but her sweatpants.
“I want to taste you so fucking bad,” Dew growled, his claws slipping under the elastic band of her pants. He pulled them and her panties down in one swift motion. She felt her nipples harden at the exposure to the chilled air of the laboratory and whined at being exposed to the elements. Dew shushed her softly, turning his body heat up slightly and pushing some of the heat towards her to soften the blow. “I will make you cum on my tongue, but I need to trust that you won’t remove that blindfold under any circumstances. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl so I can make you feel good?”
“I promise,” she gasped as his claws skirted around her entrance. She felt him pull back for a second, but soon he was back and kneeling before her, if the breath against her thighs was any indication. She reached out blindly and found her fingers digging into long, thin strands of hair.  She moaned pathetically, desperate to catch a glimpse of the manlike creature before her. She could easily remove the makeshift blindfold and get her fill of Dewdrop, but she would never betray his trust like that. She wanted to feel good, and wanted to make him feel good too. The adrenaline from the flight returned in full force as some turbulence bounced her on the counter slightly.
“Smell so fucking good,” Dew praised. She preened at the compliment. Something wet slid across her thigh and she focused on the sensation. Something felt different, but she couldn’t quite place it. As his tongue ghosted over her clit, she realized what was off. She fit perfectly in the shallow dip; the sides of his tongue were able to run over either side. Satan help her, his tongue was forked. She gushed at the thought, excitement coating every inch of her body. Dew chuckled against her sex, the small puffs of air almost making her flinch. She whined in need, Dew chirping at her as he repositioned his hands on her thighs, grasping them tightly and pulling them spread apart.
“Lucifer,” She panted as his tongue flicked over her slit, teasing her with quick sharp strokes. At her exclamation his hands tightened on her thigh, his claws digging into her skin slightly.
“Doll, when I get you there and make no mistake, I will get you there, you better be screaming the right name for everyone to hear.” Dew promised darkly, the words rolling off his tongue with a growl. A growl that he maintained as he dived in deeply with the appendage, the vibrations from it hitting deep in her core as he explored inside of her. She dissolved into a symphony of moans as he licked into her with abandon, caressing everywhere he could reach. He felt like he was running hotter than normal, a manifestation of him being a fire ghoul, she was sure.
Dew retreated with a swift flick to her clit, making her flinch at the intense sensation.
“You’re absolutely drenched,” Dew breathed in awe, his hand making contact with her exposed sex, slapping it lightly. Unable to see it coming, she flinched again at the action. The loss of her sight increased every sense, as well as instilling a healthy dose of fear for the ghoul between her legs.
“Such a filthy little slut,” He murmured, her cheeks burning with shame at the words and the reaction her body had, a visceral feeling of pleasure shooting through her. She gasped in surprise as Dew spat on her, his saliva spreading across her already drenched hole. He shoved two fingers in deeply, wasting no time and breaking into a brutal rhythm instantly. The force of his hand plunging into her created a smacking sound every time he got knuckle-deep, an obscene squelching noise coming from how utterly soaked she was. “Such a pity I won’t get to see those beautiful eyes roll into the back of your head when I push you over the edge.” He smiled wickedly as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. She felt her body start to ache and her breath quicken as he continued to drive her towards pleasure.
“Fuck Dew,” She bit out, clenching down on his fingers as he continued to assault her with his fingers, his tongue darting out sporadically to flick against her swollen clit. She was racing to the peak of her climax at his ministrations, and he showed no sign of slowing down. She gasped and let out a loud moan as she felt herself about to tip over the edge, her orgasm within her grasp. However, Dew violently pulled back. She cried out at the lack of stimulation, the haze of her orgasm speeding away as she floundered. Her hands reaching out for any kind of purchase on the fire ghoul before her.
“I said you’ll cum on my tongue,” Dew hissed, his claws raking down her thighs once again. His tongue lapped up the tiny pinpricks of blood that broke through the surface. As he lifted his head, he brought his hand down to smack sharply against her thigh, a strangled moan breaking through her lips.
“Please Dew, please,” She begged, reaching out blindly again, fingers finding that silky hair from before as she tried pitifully to bring him to her center.
“Please what?” Dew asked through gritted teeth, smacking away a hand she tried to touch herself with in her desperation. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, gripping her wrist tightly. “Such a naughty girl, no patience or trust.” She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly in place. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
“I trust you, I trust you," she exclaimed, almost feverish with need, words falling uselessly from her mouth. There was absolutely nothing dignified about how feral she was acting. The need to reach her release pushed her to grovel at the ghoul teasing her. “I want to cum on your tongue, I want to lick myself off your chin, I need you inside of me.”
“Good girl,” Dew praised, rewarding her with the push of his tongue entering her once more. He moved rapidly, hitting the spot that made her eyes roll back into her head. In seconds, she was a shivering, shaking mess. Dew forced her into an orgasm with his movements and forcefulness. Her mouth gaped, sucking in air harshly as the edge approached again. Her hands tightened painfully into Dew’s hair, his only warning as she bared down. She pressed his face as close to her as she could get, not willing to lose momentum once again.
“Dew!” She shouted as he pushed her into oblivion. She quivered in pleasure, electricity shooting from her fingertips to her toes as she soared with the sensation. Dew drew back slightly, shoving his fingers back in to feel her clench around him as she rode out her orgasm. She felt fangs pierce her thigh and she could have sworn she was floating at this point, watching the scene from outside her own body.
She took a minute to return to earth, flinching slightly at the aftershocks coursing through her body. As Dew stepped back, she touched her feet to the ground, sliding down to her knees as she reached out to return the favour. Dew clicked his tongue, a hand reaching out to grasp her chin tightly.
“Let me,” She begged, her hands finding his waist and hovering over the bulge at the front of his pants. He used his free hand to smack her hands away lightly. He used his grip on her chin to tilt her head up, his lips pressing firmly to her own. He employed that forked tongue to worm his way into her mouth, rubbing sensually against her own as she tasted the bitter tang of herself on his mouth. He pulled back after a few minutes of lazily battling for dominance. She allowed him to guide her through the motions of redressing herself. He placed a few extra kisses on her hands, neck and cheeks as he got her back to the state of dress she’d entered the bathroom in. She blinked owlishly as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. Dew stood before her looking no worse for wear, aside for the obvious erection.
“Go ahead doll, I’ll be right behind you,” Dew smacked her ass as she pushed through the bathroom door on shaky legs. She mustered her strength as she paced down the aisle, stopping beside Rain, who stared up at her. He tilted his head to the side as he lazily spread his legs. He watched intently as she sighed and climbed over his legs to return to her seat. As she sat down and buckled her seat belt, Dew appeared at the aisle, Rain’s position unmoving as he moved his head to face the fire ghoul.
“Rainy, I brought you a present,” Dew singsonged, raising a hand up to Rain’s face with a shit-eating grin, visible even underneath the mouth covering. Rain cocked his head to the side as he breathed in heavily through his nose. She felt her stomach drop as she noticed Dew’s hand was still covered in her slick, glistening in the artificial light of the airplane. Rain reached up to push down his balaclava, his forked tongue darting out to lick a strip from Dew’s proffered fingers. “You can do better than that,” Dew criticized, shoving the digits into Rain’s mouth. The water ghoul hummed happily as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking down Dew’s fingers hungrily. Dew pulled his hand back slowly, a tiny trail of saliva following the movement from Rain’s mouth. She was sure she’d never seen a more indecent display, her core clenching desperately at the scene.
“Now let me through, we’re about to land,” Dew complained, pushing Rain’s legs to the side as he shuffled back to his window seat.
The plane landed similarly to how it took off. Dew glued to the window, whooping in excitement as the ground neared. Rain’s hand stayed pressed to her thigh, squeezing slightly as the wheels touched down. Swiss sobbed in the row behind them, Mountain shushing him as he pulled him into his chest.
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always on that stupid boat eternally on that stupid boat. aka what i imagine was roier cubito's reaction on that boat as it sped away from egg island, with some bloodhounds included for fun. full thing under read more and link to this on ao3:
Roier was still standing near the stern. He'd been there for hours. It was the same place he’d been standing at when the bomb had dropped, and he hadn't moved since. Not since the boat had started speeding away after Tubbo finally figured out how to lift the anchor, and not even since the rocky aftershocks had finally stopped churning the waves. The rest of them, the rest of them that had made it onboard, kept checking in on him, occasionally, when they could. Walking back to stand next to him as he faced the ocean and an island that could no longer be seen. Motionless. Soundless.
Bagi had tried, initially, to guide him to a seat, back when everyone else’s shock had started to set in. He had shrugged her off without a word. He’d done the same thing to anyone else’s attempts since. Etoiles softly calling out his name, saying, “Roier, bro? My friend?” had had similar results. So they left him alone, and hoped he’d resurface. A blanket that Phil had found somewhere deep in storage while trying to scrounge for supplies was draped over his shoulders like a cape and like the comfort he was refusing. 
Hours more pass like that by the time a rustling arises from Roier’s corner. Most of them are asleep or at least trying to be, and the loudest sound apart from the ocean’s lapping waves hitting against the boat’s hull is the twinkling of stars overhead and occasional snores from the cabin below. The rustling jolts Etoiles from the half-doze he’d fallen under while standing guard to Roier’s left. He reaches instinctively for a sword that’s not there. Right. It’s turning to dust somewhere, back on that island, after being dropped by Phil and lost mid-flight to the boat. 
There's movement. That's new. It catches Etoiles’ attention from where he notices it out of the corner of his eye, and he only barely manages to scramble fast enough to catch Roier as he crumbles. 
They both hit the floor. In Etoiles’ arms, Roier shakes as his murmurs whisper “Pendejo no duro nada, nada.” 
They both know the tremors are tinged with something more than heartbreak.
“Nada,” Roier repeats, picking himself up and away from Etoiles while glaring back toward the same spot of ocean he'd been looking at before. Ese culero, his eyes try to say.
He looks back down at Etoiles, still on the floor and staring up at him. A- something, drags its way across his face as he scoffs. It might be a smirk. “Man,” he calls down, “No mames. Why are you on the floor, pendejo? Are the- are the fancy boat beds not toxic enough for you? You miss the ground?”
Etoiles just looks back up at him. Okay. “Are you stupid, bro? Don't be stupid, man. I was waiting for you, pendejo,” he tells Roier, putting on a similar grin as he stands up and dusts himself off. 
He shoves at Roier’s shoulders, gently, playfully, when Roier says, “Hm, no, I don't think so.”
“You don't think so? Oh, well, if you don't think so! I guess I must be a liar, then!”
Roier starts to direct them forward, as if he's the one that explored the boat instead of the one that stood at the stern, motionless, for hours. There's not a single glance back to that invisible island.
“You just don't think the beds are toxic enough. You need it more toxic? Don't be so mean or I'll cry for the beds, I swear man, I'll cry for the beds.” Neither of them comment on Roier’s desert dry eyes. How they're tinted red not with tears but from being open for so long.
The lack of direction seems to catch up to Roier, suddenly, as he stumbles while turning about to look for the cabin door. Etoiles reaches out, hand to his shoulder to steady him.
“Roier, man. You uh, you good, bro?” He asks, not removing his hand even after Roier stabilizes.
“Fuckin boats, man.” A chuckle. “I'm not a mermaid. Is Cucurucho too poor for a plane? We're so poor, man. Quesadilla Island is so poor, what the fuck.”
“Now you are the one being toxic, bro.” Etoiles says, turning them, pointing them in the direction of the cabin door and the beds underneath. He looks at Roier again. At the tightness in his shoulders. At how he's refusing to turn back toward the island. “Roier, my bro, do you want-”
“Sleep!” Roier shouts, nodding like the idea will save him. “Yes. On a not toxic bed, because man, I'm not like you. I'm not mean to the beds like you.”
They reach the cabin door a half second later and Roier pauses, hand on the door knob. The humor slides off his shoulders, and the grin drops from his face. 
“Did.” The tremors are still there, hiding under his hoodie. His hand had shaken when he reached for the door. Etoiles hadn't mentioned it. “Did anyone else make it on, after?”
Etoiles looks at Roier, at the way his gaze is glued to the door knob.
“No, my friend. I was the last one on.”
“Oh. Okay. Bueno,” he says, hand and gaze still on the door. “Bueno. Pues F, no?” He chuckles again, finally dragging his attention back to Etoiles as he opens the door. The humor slinks back. “Are you gonna tryhard sleep now? Is that what you'll do, man?”
“Bro, if anyone is going to tryhard sleep, it's the Mexican beast!”
“Ah, facts, factoids. Pure fuckin facts, bro.”
Although there are enough rooms to not, they'll share a room when they make it downstairs and to the sleeping quarters. They're used to it, by now.
And they'll never talk about it. At least, they'll never talk about it for however long they're on that stupid boat.
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ttwt episode 10
“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: The teens you’ve grown to know and hate had a… surprise landing on the remote island of St. Helena, where they recreated the decisive Battle of Waterloo as a tribute to its most famous resident. Mal revealed a smart side to her crazy, prompting Ass and Courtney to make an unexpected alliance. Julia finally got Patrick eliminated, and Team Friendship became just a little more unraveled. Who will survive today’s challenge? Will anyone? Find out right here, right now, on Total Takes: World Tour!”
The sun finally disappears behind the sea of clouds, only visible from the windows of the clunky jet plane soaring through the skies. It’s dark now, but no stars are visible. 
Julia peers outside the single tiny window in economy and squints, then turns back to her team. Ass and Courtney are sitting a significant distance from herself and Mal, whispering and giggling amongst themselves. The aforementioned is closer to Julia, but still holding her space as she stretches out on the bench, scrolling through her phone. Nothing out of the ordinary. 
Julia takes a seat next to her. “So, what’s the M.O. for today?”
“Hmmmmm?” Mal asks, not bothering to tear her eyes away. 
The blonde grits her teeth. “Any idea where we’re landing next?”
“I haven’t had the chance to run my Predictinator since yesterday. I’m running low on storage space,” she sighs. “What’s it gonna take for a girl to get a 30TB hard drive around here?”
Julia rolls her eyes and looks out the window again. A few lights are visible through the evening mist, piercing through the carpet of clouds like rays of sunshine. She turns back. “Lights, so, we’re somewhere populated. Paris, maybe?”
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JULIA: “I wouldn’t announce it in front of anyone on this plane, but I think I might be the only smart player left,” she pauses to snort. “Who’s gonna out rank me? Pinkie Pie? Daria? The Nutcase? I don’t think so. If anyone’s gonna pull us together, it’s me.”
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“Unlikely,” Mal says, adjusting a pair of cat-eared headphones on her head. “While the lack of stars is definitely a sign of light pollution, we’re not in Europe. I’ve been tracking our flight times, and we’ve been flying way longer. If I had to guess…” she thinks for a moment as the cat ears light up to an aggressive shade of pink. “Western United States. I guess it could be Vancouver, but the air and temperature don’t feel right.”
Julia raises an eyebrow. “How-”
“I went to San Diego comic con last year- total ripoff, by the way, the east coast conventions are so much better- and I was wearing my latest Diluc cosplay, and-”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough,” the blonde sighs, getting up and walking away out of economy. 
Michela watches the interaction from across the room with bated breath. She turns to Albert. “Something’s up with that team,”
The boy, still absorbed in his book, looks up for a fleeting second. “Isn’t there something up with all of them?”
“Yeah, I guess, I mean like…” she holds out her hands and moves them apart, indicating the space between Mal and Julia, and then Courtney and Ass. “Totally split.”
Albert sets down his book and thinks for a moment. “Maybe… we could use that to our advantage,”
“We might have to,” Michela says, gesturing to herself and her last remaining teammate. 
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First class feels much bigger than usual with everyone crowded in the same area. 
Bonnie and Kelly are squinting at a crude drawing of what appears to be a bell with a horse’s head in red crayon. Finally, the goth sighs. “I have no idea. I give up,”
“No giving up!” Staci insists, urging Phillip to shove the drawing closer to them as if the distance would suddenly reveal something to them. 
“Come on, it’s obvious!” 
“Um… steam boat?”
The small hour glass on the pull-out table in the center of the area runs out of sand and Phillip sighs. “It’s a physical manifestation of the concept of grief,”
“What?” Bonnie snaps, throwing their arms out. “WHO chooses that for Pictionary!”
“I thought Eiffel Tower was too obvious,” 
The goth slinks back in their seat, groaning as if in a tremendous amount of pain. Kelly offers them a reassuring shoulder pat. “It’s our turn, Bonnie- I’m sure we’ll do better this time!”
They grumble, but relent. 
In the opposite corner of the cabin, Max grimaces and holds his hands over his ears tighter. 
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MAX: “Staci thinks we haven’t been “working as a team” lately, so she’s been forcing the dunces to play “team building exercises”. AKA, kiddie board games. I only got out because I flipped the board after Phillip started crying when he lost Clue. I’m in time-out,”
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“This is torture,” Bonnie mutters. 
Finally, the intercom crackles to life and, like an angel descending from heaven, Chris swoops in to save the day with a different kind of torture. 
“Attention, passengers! We’ll be landing in Los Angeles, U.S.A. shortly- so buckle in!”
No one wastes any time rushing to their seats and double-buckling before the plane plummets, accompanied by the sounds of screaming teens. Kelly and Staci grab onto Bonnie, who quickly shakes them off. 
Phillip tries to grab Max’s arm but the latter dodges just in time, and he smacks face-first into the arm rest. 
Economy isn’t doing much better. Julia covers her head, Michela and Albert duck, and Courtney and Ass grab the edge of the bench while dodging all the loose wads of gum and candy wrappers flying around the Zero-G cabin. Mal struggles to post a Tweet while the room trembles from the air force. 
Finally, the plane swoops over the Southern Californian hills, pulling up just before colliding with the mountain face (but not before taking out one of the “O’s” in the Hollywood sign, leaving it as “Hollywod”).
The metal bird lands gently and delicately on the sandy, arid desert hills, its doors opening and releasing the woozy contestants with a round of hisses and groans. 
Chris grins at the sight. “Apologies for the rough landing- nighttime- low visibility!”
“Sure,” Courtney mumbles, a deep inflection of sarcasm in their tone. 
“Welcome to Hollywood! Famous for its movies, stars, and, well… fame!”
Kelly squeals, forcing everyone on their side to cover their ears. 
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KELLY: “Finally, I knew my luck would turn! I’ve always wanted to go shopping in Beverly Hills, strut the Walk of Fame, visit the gorgeous beaches… if there’s anything the Cali coast is known for, it’s good vibes and positive energies!”
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“Right,” Chris grimaces, pulling his hands off his ears the second Kelly quiets down (thanks to a quick hand-over-the-mouth from Max). “Anyway… today’s challenge is all about the Stars- you’ll be climbing the metaphorical ladder from being pathetic nobodies to being someone important, like me!” 
Bonnie rolls their eyes. 
“Your first step is enclosed in this sealed Award envelope- you’ll be hunting for these throughout your stay here in La-La-Land,” the host says, pulling the glossy golden tickets from his shirt pocket and tossing one to each team. “First team at the last location wins immunity and first-class amenities. As they say in the theater industry- break a leg. Or two!” Chris chuckles. A helicopter suddenly swoops overhead, dropping a ladder for him to climb. 
The teens watch as he ascends and begins floating off into the night. “Oh, yeah- almost forgot- like any Star, you’ll be avoiding the Paps- paparazzi, that is!”
“Ooh, I’ve always dreamed of being a famous actress- or a singer- or a triple threat!” Kelly squeals. Albert rolls his eyes. “I love having my picture taken!”
“Yeah, but not by these guys,” Chris shouts. “Good luck!”
Max massages his temples. “Okay, listen- as much as you oafs want to soak in the limelight like a dying houseplant, we need to keep a low profile. I-”
“Not so fast, Max,” Staci says, shoving a finger in his face. “Let’s hear from everyone before making any big decisions. We need to work as a team if we want to win!”
He hisses, but is luckily restrained by Bonnie when Staci turns her back. 
“If we lose, she’s done,” Max whispers harshly. “I’m not going to be a part of her little friendship experiment. They’re destroying the team!”
“Anything to get out of-” Bonnie shudders. “Group bonding.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Still as solitary as ever, I see?” 
“I’ve been improving,” they say, shrugging. “I’m just not sure how to like… not explode into a million angry pieces when I get fed up with everyone’s crap. What even is that?”
“Overwhelm. You went from no friends to all the friends. I’d imagine that’d take some adjustment,”
Bonnie’s eyes drift over to Albert and Michela as they open their envelope. “We both have some adjusting to do, huh?”
Nearby, Julia clears her throat and opens the envelope. “Oh, great, it’s another one of Chris’ stupid riddles. What does this even-” 
She takes a deep breath, and then sighs. “Mal, would you-?”
Courtney and Ass make fleeting, annoyed eye contact, but don’t say anything as Mal peers over Julia’s shoulder. 
The brunette sighs and rolls her eyes. “It’s just a haiku,”
“A what?”
“A haiku- you know, an ancient Japanese poem. You guys are like, so uneducated!”
“Okay, fine,” Julia grits her teeth. “What does it mean?”
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JULIA: “As much as I hate that little IPad baby twerp, she might be the only other person on this team who has any competency. If I can keep goading her into participation without wringing her neck, we might have an easy ride to the finale three,”
---
“If it’s fame you seek, find the place of solid stars, and make like a bee,” Mal reads. “Hm… solid stars…”
“The Walk of Fame? Those stars are pretty solid,” Ass prompts. 
Courtney shakes their head. “But what does that last part mean? “Make like a bee…?” What do bees have to do with the Walk of Fame?”
“Maybe Chris hid a bunch of killer hornet nests there,” they grumble in response. 
Julia shakes her head. “If only there were someone… ugh. SMARTER THAN ME who could help out,”
Mal smacks the gum in her mouth and gives the team a sideways glance. After a brief silence, she sighs with a smile. “If you insist…”
She nabs the paper from Julia’s grip and reads it, then reads it again, and then holds it up to the lights of the city as if it’d do anything. Then she nods. “The wax museum,”
“What?” Julia snaps. “How?”
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MAL: “Does it bother Julia that I’m good at things? Yes. Do I care? Not really. I’ve barely got enough storage space to unlock my phone… if I can “team player” my way into a hard drive, so be it,” she pauses to flick a lint ball off her shirt. “Besides, this is child’s play. I’ve been stalking and collecting data on deleted blogs since I was eight.”
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“Uh, duh? Solid stars- bees? Wax statues,” Mal says, crumpling and tossing the clue behind her. “Can we get moving now? I’m getting like, NO bars here.”
---
Max pushes open the door to the now-closed and empty wax museum and peers into the dark foyer. “This is it,”
“Team work makes the dream work!” Staci says proudly, accidentally shoving him out of the way as they strut in. “Let’s go, guys!”
Bonnie helps Max to his feet and he grumbles, then follows the leader inside. 
“Okay, problem: It’s too dark to see,” Staci says, scratching their chin. “Solution! Let’s find a light switch. Any volunteers?”
“Ooh, me! Me!” Kelly announces, dashing off into the dark before slamming into an unseen wall. Staci winces. 
“You okay there, teammate?”
“Just… happy… to be included…”
Max rolls his eyes as he and Bonnie are ordered to go help them up. A sudden fwoosh catches everyone’s attention and they turn to its source. 
Phillip is holding a lighter, emitting a short spark of flames that illuminates the area around him. 
“Where’d you get that?” Bonnie asks, raising an eyebrow. 
“I always carry a lighter on me, in case I ever need to light a smoke,”
“You smoke?”
He pauses for a moment, and then sulks. “No. I have asthma,”
“Well, it’s a good thing you came prepared anyway!” Staci says, patting him on the back. “Lead the way!”
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BONNIE: “Staci isn’t a bad person, she’s just… a little in over her head. It’s like they’re reciting dictionary terms, not really leading… but I’m not going to test my luck. I might be next in line,” they shiver. 
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MAX: "Yeah. We’re dead,”
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STACI: “Am I doing a good job or what? I finally feel like I’m getting the hang of this leader thing- college, here I come!”
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Michela and Albert push the double doors open and dash in. 
“It’s so dark in here- we must be the first ones!” she gasps, grinning. “Let’s find a light switch and get our next clue.”
The two run in further, seconds before Team Yaoi dashes in. 
“That was Michela and Albert- how are we last?” Courtney huffs. 
“Never mind, let’s just-” Julia thinks. “Mal, does your phone’s flashlight still work?”
She shrugs, her eyes still fixed on the screen. The blue light casts a menacing shadow over her face. Julia grits her teeth. 
“Mal, would you be so generous as to-”
“On it,” she says, flicking on the flashlight and illuminating the darkness. 
Dozens of lifelike statues surround the team, their dull stares sending shivers down everyone’s spines. 
Courtney swallows a lump in their throat. “Okay… is it just me, or is this place kinda-”
“Creepy?” Ass says, finishing their sentiment with a nod. 
Julia shakes her head. “Let’s just find our clue and get out of here,”
They press on into the dark. 
---
“Hey, look!” Kelly says, pointing ahead. “There’s a note from Chris on the wall!”
““Your next clue is hidden somewhere in one of these statues- in order to find it, you’re going to have to get personal- heh. One unlucky teammate is going to have to carefully undress the statues, one by one, until you find it. Don’t worry- they’re not totally lifelike. Good luck!”” they read. 
Max rolls his eyes. “He even enunciates his evil laughs in writing,”
Bonnie crosses their arms, ignoring their friend’s remark. “So… who’s gonna strip them down?”
The five of them look between each other awkwardly. Max turns to Staci. “Alright, since no one’s stepping up, looks like our leader is going to have to pick a volunteer,”
“Doesn’t that kinda beat the purpose of volunteering?” Staci chuckles, looking a bit pale. “Well… alright. How about-”
“I just got my nails done!” Kelly insists. 
“I hate the feeling of wax,” Bonnie grumbles. 
“No way, it’s way too gay,” Phillip quivers. 
Staci swallows a lump in their throat and then turns to Max. “Would you-”
He shrugs, giving them a wicked grin. “Nah. I’m not much of a leader, after all,”
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MAX: “Staci wants to role-play Mx. President? Fine. But I’m tired of being her VP every time she wants an easy out. If she’s going to actually learn how to lead, she’s going to have to make a hard choice eventually,”
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STACI: "Okay, I'm no prude but... bodies make me a little squeamish. They're just so... fleshy,"
---
“That’s okay! I can figure this out,” Staci says, pacing back and forth. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Right?”
The other four teens shrug, and then follow her into the darkness. 
---
“Oh this is SICK!” Julia gags, reading Chris’ instructions. 
Courtney shrugs. “Hey, better than doing it to a real person like in the original season. Even though these statues are creepy as all hell,”
“They’re not so bad. They kinda remind me of my anime figurine collection. I have the largest collection of exclusive one-time-run limited supply Haikyuu figures in continental Canada, you know,” Mal says, poking one of the statues with a giggle. Julia rolls her eyes. 
“Let’s just get this over with,”
The faint, ever-dreaded song bell catches their attention, and the entire cast seems to collectively groan. 
“It’s creepy how they stand there, and don’t even blink!” Courtney sings, walking by an Elvis. 
Ass crosses their arms. “I don’t wanna see them there, all smooth and pink!”
Julia leans into the two. “Hey guys, could we bribe Mal to strip them all down?”
Ass shrugs “I say let her at them-” 
“Nuh-uh, she’ll burn this place down!” Courtney snaps. 
Across the floor, Team Friendship isn’t faring much better. Staci is trembling, beet-red and unable to even undo a single tie on Marilyn Monroe. She turns back to the team for help. 
Bonnie looks away. “No way, I can’t do it- I swear I’ll spew!”
“And I’m allergic to sequins-” Max smirks. 
“Okay, that’s just cruel,” the goth comments. 
Phillip holds up his hands defensively. “My sigma lifestyle, prevents me from touch!”
Kelly blushes and clears their throat. “Um, well, I think it’s just a bit too much,”
“If we’re gonna find that clue, there’s only one thing to dooooo!” Bonnie sings. 
Max nods. “Force someone to strip them down-”
The four players sing in unison, pointing at Staci. “And sorry, Stace, that’s you!”
They groan, looking pale.
“If we’re gonna find that clue” Julia sings, nudging Courtney and Ass with either elbow. “There’s only one thing to doooo!”
“Force someone to strip them down,” Courtney and Ass nod, both pointing at Mal. “And Mal will have to do!”
Mal shrugs. 
“Hey I think I got something!” Michela says, pulling an envelope out the back of Lady Gaga’s dress. “Come on, let’s go, quick!”
Albert shakes his head. “Good, let’s get out of here- this place makes me sick!”
Team Yaoi sings as Mal shreds the clothes off the figures one-by-one. “Yeah, we’re gonna find that clue!”
Staci unzips a single dress, looking green and dizzy. “We’re doing what Chris proposed!”
“Force someone to strip them down,” Max sings merrily, nudging Bonnie. 
The rest of the team harmonizes in unison. “Cause if we don’t we’re toast!”
Bonnie walks throughout the rows of statues, hand clutched to their heart. “Totally to-oh-oh-oh-oh-oast!”
Staci shudders, pulling their hand away from the dress. “I don’t think I- guys, I can’t even look at Barbie dolls naked, it- it freaks me out!”
Max rolls his eyes. “Well, I’m not doing it. Bonnie?”
The goth shakes their head. Kelly whistles innocently, looking around the room. Phillip begins backing away, but doesn’t look where he’s going and crashes into a wax statue of Taylor Swift, both of them falling backwards. 
The flamed tip of his lighter catches onto her tousled blonde locks and she goes up in flames, melting slowly and dreadfully into the concrete floor. Phillip winces. 
“Hey, look!” Bonnie gasps, pointing at the melded beige remains of Swift. A single, wax-covered envelope pokes out of the mess. 
Max grabs it and tears it open. ““With your wax surprise, find where the magic happens, and the crowd goes wild.” Any thoughts?”
“Wax surprise must mean the clue. Where the magic happens is what bosses say when you’re about to sign up for the worst job of your life,” Bonnie thinks aloud. “And the crowd…”
Max and Bonnie look at each other and speak in unison. “A studio!”
“Yayyyyy team!” Staci says weakly. “We did it!”
“Phillip did it, with his amazingly idiotic dunce routine,” Max snaps. “Whatever. Let’s get a move-on.”
---
Team Yaoi stops outside the gates of a massive studio lot, looking between the wrought-iron bars of the entrance. 
Julia gives them a tug. “Locked,”
“Well, the clue has got to be around here somewhere…” Courtney thinks aloud. “Ass? Any help?”
“I’m thinking,” they respond, pacing back and forth. “If only we really were in the movies. Some deus ex-machina plot device would swoop in and save the day.”
Courtney snorts. “I wish. We could go for a corny superhero savior right about now,”
“Like in that one movie where the girl jumps off the roof-”
“-And that hero in the spandex swoops in and saves her! That was so dumb, I swear- I don’t think I’d ever be so infatuated with a man to jump off a roof for him,”
Ass crosses their arms. “Tell me about it. How dumb do they expect the audience to be to believe a working woman would throw her whole life away for some dork in tights? It’s basically the same as a ditzy princess marrying a rando she just met. I’ll never forgive my cinema studies teacher for giving me a low grade on my paper about that. He called it “too cynical”,”
“Yeah, I got banned from watching spoof movies when my parents are home,” Courtney chuckles. “Even though I’ll watch pretty much anything when they’re gone. Which is all the time.”
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COURTNEY: “Out of all the people… I can’t believe I’m getting along with Ass- I mean, Natalie. Maybe this is some weird trauma-response to Mal and Julia’s alliance, maybe this show is just getting to me, but… they’re not half-bad company!”
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ASS: “Courtney? I know. I used to hate their guts, but they might be the only sane person left. Even after we get Mal voted out, I don’t see any harm in continuing our alliance. It’s not like Julia’s the most pleasant person to converse with,”
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A loud screech distracts the two from their in-depth analysis and they turn to the road, where seven black vans have pulled up. 
“Don’t even tell me,” Julia sighs. 
The car doors slide open and dozens of paparazzi file out, holding cameras- and stun guns. 
“I guess this was what Chris was talking about,” Courtney says, looking at Ass nervously. “And the crowd goes wild!”
“I’m not sticking around for that. Run!”
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“Okay, everyone, stay together!” Staci yells, running at the front of Team Friendship’s frantic escape from the stampede of coffee breath and flashing lights. “Remember, work as a-”
“Enough!” Max shouts, covering his ears seconds before he’s enveloped by the crowd of paparazzi. 
“NOOOOOOO!” Bonnie shouts, throwing out a dramatic hand behind them as he disappears into the tidal wave. They turn back to Staci. “Man down!”
“We need a plan!” Phillip shouts. 
Kelly yells ahead. “You can do this!”
Staci frowns, a bead of sweat running down their forehead. “I… I… I don’t know! I don’t know! Leave me alone!”
She screams and throws herself into the crowd, knocking over a dozen paps like bowling pins. 
Bonnie blinks, turning to Kelly and Phillip. “I think our leader was just assassinated,”
“Not a bad idea though!” Kelly shouts back, grinning. They stop and throw themselves backwards, barreling over a few more people. The impact has a domino effect, and with each collision another row of paparrazzi fall. 
“For my honor!” Phillip shouts, tossing himself too. 
Bonnie shakes their head. “I hate you guys!” and jumps into the fray as well. 
After the dust clears, and the sounds of groaning and grumbling have subsided, a hand juts out of the fog to help Bonnie up. They accept it and Max pulls them to their feet. He waves around a golden envelope. “Let’s get out of here,”
---
“The win which you need, is where stars are out of reach, skies are what you seek,” Julia reads aloud. “Okay, so… somewhere high…”
“That could be anywhere!” Courtney says, dusting off their shirt. “There’s multiple skyscrapers in this city.”
“But it has to do with actors, right?” Ass adds on as the team walks through the darkened city, wincing at their injuries from the paparazzi encounter. “There’s gotta be some agency building or something.”
“Maybe… maybe not,” a voice from the back pipes up. 
The three turn behind them, where Mal is scrolling through her phone. The device itself is untouched, while the girl is covered in scrapes and bruises from the stampede. 
“What is that supposed to mean?” 
“Chris said this challenge is all about stars, right? Well, what if this clue is about a different kind of star?” She says, pointing at a hill ahead of them. 
The Griffith Observatory flashes, twinkling in the night sky like a star itself. Julia sighs, not even bothering to ask, and then gestures the team ahead. “Only one way to find out!”
Mal grins and follows close behind. 
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MAL: “Okay, so I may have been lying… just a little,” she grins, barely holding back a giggle. “I’m not some riddle prodigy. It’s just that the studio infrastructure has like, no firewall, and, well…” 
She holds her phone to the confessional camera, revealing live camera footage of herself in the confessional. She scrolls and it flicks to the plane galley, and then economy class, and then the cargo hold. 
She takes back her phone and sits down. “I wouldn’t call it stalking so much as, per se… learning the lore!”
---
Team Friendship looks between each other as Max and Bonnie pace, discussing the clue. Staci is seated on the asphalt, far from the rest of the group, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. 
“So it’s somewhere high up, has to do with actors, but isn’t a skyscraper, isn’t the Hollywood hill…” he thinks aloud, pacing. “I feel like we’re missing something.”
“A double entendre, maybe?” Bonnie asks. “‘Sky’ might be a metaphor, or a reference.”
Max groans. “This is useless,”
Kelly watches the two discuss the clue, team morale sharply dropping. They sigh and take a seat next to Staci. “They could really use you, you know,”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know anything. I’ve been playing everything by the book to a T- and I still suck at this. It’s no different than high school, or college… I’m just never going to understand people,” they sigh. “What’s the point of trying anything- friendships, school, romance… if I’m just never going to get it right?"
Kelly frowns, and puts a hand on their shoulder. “Staci, you have more strength than you know. I know I see the best in everyone, but… you’re a part of our team!”
No response. She looks away. 
“Look, maybe you’re not a leader. Maybe you can’t be Max, or Bonnie… So what? You don’t have to be perfect at everything,” they smile weakly. “I know what it feels like to be out of place… but you, Staci, you belong on this team. You don’t have to be the head! You can be the… liver, or something.”
They raise an eyebrow. “Anatomy isn’t really my strong suit. Human bodies kinda ick me out,”
“My point is more than everyone has a purpose. We all have a purpose. You’re an important part of this team,” 
Staci thinks for a moment, and then smiles slightly. Kelly grins, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment, before the both of them are called back to the group. 
“Hey, we think we got it!”
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Chris sits atop Mount Hollywood, tapping his watch. Despite the time, the observatory decks are packed with tourists, pointing and gawking at the lights of the city below them. 
As the host checks his teeth in the reflection of his watch, a team rises over the crest of the hill and lands at his feet with a thud. 
“Did we… did we make it?” Julia wheezes. 
“You sure did, champ. Team Yaoi has won the challenge- and immunity!” 
Only two people follow them, wheezing and covered in bruises. Michela groans at the sight of Team Yaoi already planted firmly in the winning spot. 
“Dammit! I thought we actually did pretty okay this time,”
Albert huffs. “At least we’re not-”
“INCOMINGGGG!” Staci shouts, shoving a line of tourists aside as Team Friendship dashes forward. 
With one final burst of energy, the five had managed to scale the hill- but not fast enough. Max sighs at the sight of the other teams, and then shrinks to the back of the group to conference with Bonnie. 
Kelly cheers. “We made it! We made it!”
“We’re in last,” Phillip sighs.
“But we still made it, didn’t we?”
Albert rolls his eyes from nearby. 
“That you did. Unfortunately, not in time,” Chris says, pacing between the three exhausted teams. “Team Yaoi- welcome back to first class. Team Friendship- I’ll see you later tonight. Enjoy the city while you can, folks- we’re taking off in ten!”
---
Team Friendship looks between each other nervously as Chris merrily clears his throat, munching on complimentary airplane pretzels and flipping through a Reality, Weekly. 
“Hah, Blaineley’s getting canceled on Twitter again. I bet you guys are glad she’s not coming back, amirite?”
The teens stare back blankly. He sighs. “I miss Scruffy. Anyway, onto the votes. With three against her, Staci- time to take your final bow and step out of the limelight. And into the moonlight, amirite?”
Crickets. Chris glares. “Do I have something in my teeth? Helloooo?” 
“Can we just get on with this?” Max snaps. 
“Ugh. FINE. Staci, you have been eliminated never coming back, yadda yadda. Here’s your chute,” he tosses them a pack, which they catch with a thud. 
She sulks, but stands anyway. “Well…” she says, a slight smile coming to her face. “Thanks for the experience!”
Staci waves to Kelly and jumps into the night sky, screaming all the way down. Chris sighs happily. “I missed that. Well, I’ve got a jacuzzi and three seasons of soap opera that are calling my name. See ya!”
The host walks off, leaving the remaining team members behind. 
---
Julia walks into first class, holding a soft chocolate chip cookie. She plops down on the plush, comforting first class seats and leans back. Mal giggles at her phone from across the aisle. 
“What’s funny?” the blonde asks, taking a bite of the baked good. 
Mal clears her throat, quickly switching from live footage of the cargo hold to her Instagram account. “OMG, you’re gonna love this. My mutual posted this new Genshin meme-”
“You know what? Forget I asked,” Julia mumbles. She looks around the cabin. “Where are Thing 1 and Thing 2?”
“Bathroom and galley,” Mal states, matter-of-factly. She plugs her headphones back in and tunes out Julia’s grumbling as she switches back to the raw footage. 
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ASS: “As surprised as I am to admit it, this arrangement is… working for us, somehow. Now, I don’t want to be in the final three with Mal as much as the next guy, but-”
The door suddenly opens and closes behind someone. 
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize that someone was in here,” Courtney says. “It was unlocked.”
Ass shrugs. “Damn it, I must’ve forgotten. I’ve been kinda off my game lately,���
“Really? I feel like you’ve been doing pretty well,”
“That’s not what I… never mind,” they sigh. “Thanks, I guess. You too.”
Courtney smiles, and then chuckles lightly. “This is crazy, right? I feel like this is pretty crazy,”
“Yeah,” Ass smiles back with a shrug. “Crazy.”
The two beam at each other for a moment and then, without thinking, lean in and kiss. 
---
From back inside first class, Mal’s eyes widen at her phone.
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~Child Of The Storm~
Nikolai Lantsov x OC
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Image by - @brokendreamtale2
QOTD- Who is/are your favorite grishaverse character(s)? Mine are Nikolai, Zoya, Inej, Jesper and Nina
Warnings- Bits of violence, ptsd, traumatic flashbacks throughout the chapters
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Ch-3 ~The journey back home~
Anaya woke up with a  splitting headache and it didn't take her long to realize that the floor beneath her was swiftly swaying. She was on the very ship she had attempted to break into.  Her arms and legs were in iron chains and she was in a scrawny little room that looked nothing more than a storage space.
 She looked around in her tattered clothes, her cheeks were bruised and her hair badly tangled.  The chains were immensely bigger than her feet. There were people around her in similar states, chained and in tattered clothing. Men, women, children. The ship was swifting harshly, and a pungent smell was all around them, making her feel queasy.
She tried looking out the window to her left. The sun was shining brightly and they were nowhere near the first harbor. Someone entered the room with heavy footsteps. It was the same heartrender who had made her go unconscious last night, or whatever day it was.
"Oh good you're awake. The general demands to speak with you at lunch" He spoke
"I- how long was I out for" She managed to speak
"2 days, to be exact" he replied
A women in a white dress came inside and took off the chains. Her head began to spin as soon as she stood up so she leaned on the wall for support. She was escorted out of the room with the heartrender. He led her to a hall that looked like you could fit five small boats in it. There was a table set up in the center, and the Darkling was sitting in the front.
"Ah, miss Nasrazeen. Please, join us" he gestured Anaya towards a chair
She hesitantly moved forward then took a seat. "Why did you bring me with you?" She finally spoke
"Because you are much more valuable than being a petty little thief in the dirty streets of Ketterdam".
"I had a life" She glared at him
"You were barely keeping yourself alive and doing downgraded work when you can use your abilities for good, and serve your country"
"And what about the people I'd known there?" she asked, wondering how Inej and Jesper, would be feeling. Kaz would surely be furious. She still owed Per Haskell and the dregs and she had ran away without fulfilling her debt.
"They''ll be quick to forget about your existence. They don't need to you, but Ravka does" he replied
"I don't want this" her voice began to tremble
"But you once did, didn't you? Your parents did" he remained calm. "Tell me, would they have wanted you to spend your days in a place filled with thieves and criminals, surrounded by people who do whatever benefits their own needs and have no dignity. Or would they have wished for you to carry on their legacy and serve your country, along with people who work for the benefit of their country?"
Her heart sank deep in her chest, and her hands began to shake. She hated that the darkling was right, they did want her to serve her country. She thought of how ashamed they would be, if they saw her today, what she had become.
Anaya was sitting alone, writing in her diary. Her face brightened up, as she saw her parents enter. She ran to them and they wrapped their arms around her..
"How was your day, honey?" Her father asked her with a smile
"It was okay, but, Zoya beat me in the test this time" Anaya replied, with a saddened look
"That's okay, hun. You already are the best in everything, one test doesn't determine your worth" her father said to her
"Do you think I'll be a good soldier, dad?" She asked after a long pause
'Of course you will" he took her hand into his own. "You'll be the most skilled soldier that the second army would have seen. I am entirely sure of that" he smiled and looked her in the eye.
She didn't have the courage to say anything after that. She had failed them, in every possible way, and she hated herself for that.
The journey to Os Alta lasted for about a few week. After getting off the ship, the Grisha went in separate carriages than the servants. Anaya traveled in a carriage with three other members of the Etherealki. The journey to the little palace was silent and she didn't conversate much with the others and only answered whatever they asked her . They soon stopped as they reached their destination.
They sun had set when they had reached. But the Little Palace was clearly visible because of the lights near them. Seeing it, had brought a wave of nostalgia to her. It felt like she had been pulled into a dream, it didn't truly felt real to her. She hadn't hoped to return, to see all of it again. She was afraid to go inside, but somehow forced herself to do it. She dragged her feet through the huge gates of the Little Palace.
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Brothers Best Friend
JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader
Word Count: 1,472
Summary: In need of a drone, John B, (y/n), JJ, Kiara, and Pope break into a storage facility.
Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Pope and Kiara x bestfriend!reader
Notes: - reader uses she/her pronouns. - btw ‘~’ means its just an angle shift in a scene, but ‘~~’ means it’s a whole different scene entirely.
Warnings: breaking into a storage facility, mentions of a blunt (?), 
BBF MASTERLIST
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“Pope, we’re not stealing the drone. We’re borrowing it,” John B sighs. He’s sitting in the front seat of the Twinkie, driving it along an empty road. Kiara’s comfortable in the passenger’s seat, staring out the window. (y/n) sits in the back, shoulder to shoulder with JJ as she watches him roll a blunt.
“Humans are the only animal that can’t tell fantasy from reality,” Pope quotes, ignoring the way (y/n) rolls her eyes as she leans her head on JJ’s shoulder. 
“Did you come up with that?” John B asks.
“Albert Bernstein came up with that, but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing.” Pope stares straight ahead, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh.” John B’s voice is flat as he continues to drive.
“So, which is it?” Pope turns around, eye’s flicking between John B and Kiara. “Fantasy or reality?”
“Why are you so weird, Pope?” JJ asks.
“It’s fantasy, but possible reality,” Kiara voices, looking at John B as she says it.
“Reality,” John B confirms.
“Virtual reality,” JJ mumbles. Just as JJ flicks open his lighter, Pope grabs the blunt from in between JJ’s lips and flicks it away. The blonde glares at him, wrapping an arm around (y/n)’s waist and resting his chin on her head.
The Twinkie pulls to a stop and Kiara gets out of the car. The two boys in the back continue to argue as Kiara slams the door. John B leans out the open window, his smile wide as he talks to the girl.
(y/n) slides open the back door, kissing JJ’s cheek before getting out. Gravel crunches under her feet as she steps outside, following after her best friend. She links arms with Kiara, waving goodbye to the rest of the Pogue’s.
“Hello!” Kiara waves as the two girls walk towards the security guard sitting in a tool booth. “Excuse me?”
The guard gets out, walking up to the fence. He looks at the two smiling girls with furrowed brows. “Can I help you?”
“Hi,” (y/n) says, her voice smooth. “Um, we actually have a flat tire-”
“-And we were wondering if maybe you could help us out?” Kiara cuts in. One of her hands shields the sun from her face as the man scans the two girls with his eyes. (y/n)’s hands fist’s itself into her shorts, feeling uncomfortable with the way the guard silently checks them out.
He looks over his shoulder quickly, smiling as he walks back over to his booth to let them in.
“It’s too easy,” Kiara mutters, causing (y/n) to stifle her laugh with her hand.
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Hiding behind a storage box, Pope, John B, and JJ watch as the two girls walk through the now open entrance. “How’s it goin’ with Kiara?” JJ suddenly asks, breaking the intense silence.
“It’s, uh, not awkward, weird, or anything,” John B replies, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Yeah,” JJ snorts. “Honestly, I did not think you were actually going to listen to me.”
John B furrows his brows, whispering, “what?”
“I was 100 percent sure she was into you. Pope would agree.”
“Ehh,” Pope voices.
“So, like, Kie, she, like, definitely gave you the Heisman?”
“Oh. No question. Yup.”
“Gotcha,” JJ smiles, trying not to laugh.
“Maybe she’s just into somebody else,” Pope suggests. Both boys turn their heads to look at him, their faces blank.
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“It’s just this back one right here.” Kiara leans her elbow onto the boat. “It must’ve been a slow leak or something.”
When the coast is clear, the three boys run through the entrance, just missing before the fence closes shut.
“Been sitting in the yard too long?” The guard asked.
“Yeah.” (y/n) send’s him a flirty smile.
“I got this,” the guard states, gesturing to the flat tire and the two girls thank him.
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JJ runs towards the door, taking the lock in his hand. When he pulls at the lock over putting in the combination, it doesn’t open. He curses under his breath.
“Do you have the right numbers?” Pope asks.
“All right, so I might have the wrong numbers,” JJ admits.
“Damn it,” Pope snaps. A dog runs over towards the three boys, barking at them.
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The loud barking catches the guards attention from where he’s fixing the tire. “You hear that?” He asks the girls, who shrug in fake cluelessness.
“Nah, Tebow’s got somethin’.”
“It’s probably just a raccoon, maybe. You know?” (y/n) offers. “Nothing to worry about.”
Kiara moves around the boat, taking the clip out of her hair and airing out another tire. The guard walks around, despite (y/n) trying to stop him. 
“What are you doing,” he demands, before running out back to his booth.
Kiara curses, running to the car and opening the door, urging for (y/n) to get in the other side. Kiara turns on the ignition and (y/n) nervously looks out the window.
John B peeks around the corner, making sure the coast is clear before he takes a pipe and slams it onto the lock, breaking it. He walks inside of what looks like a storage room, quickly walking over to the drone. He grabs the case, and speed walks out of the room.
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The rock music playing from the radio stops as John B turns off the ignition. Kiara smiles as she gets out the car, “stealing drones makes you hungry.”
“What I would do to a beer and shrimps and grits right now,” JJ says, his hand interlocked with (y/n) as he steps out, tugging her after him.
“It would not be pretty,” Pope states.
“Hey, dad!” Kiara leads her friends through the restaurant, looking at her father with a cheerful smile. The four Pogue’s walk off to the side, watching as Kiara pulls her father into a hug.
“I’m so hungry,” John B mutters, staring at a costumers plate longingly. (y/n) watches as the two Carrera’s stare at them, and she waves with a small smile. The three boys follow her gaze, copying her actions.
Kiara stares at them, shrugging. “Sit down.”
John B sags with relief and JJ races to an empty table. He pulls out a chair, dramatically bowing towards his girlfriend, gesturing for her to sit. Rolling her eyes, (y/n) smiles as she did what she was told.
Resting his foot on the table, JJ laughed when John B attempted to throw a french fry into his mouth. Kiara walked over, pushing JJ’s foot down as she filled up his cup with more water.
As she put JJ’s cup back down onto the table, she caught eyes with John B. With her finger, she gestured for him to join her as she moved her body to the rhythm of the song playing.
John B stands up, grabbing Kiara’s hand and spinning her around. Pope watches from where he stands, jumping slightly when a waitress hands him a bowl of food.
(y/n) leans her head on her hand as she watches the two of them when JJ grabs her hand, pulling her up. “Come on,” he mutters, guiding her arm around his shoulder.
“Nope,” she says, laughing slightly. (y/n) attempts to sit down, but her boyfriend ignores her protest and pulls her out into the open space. He wraps an arm around her waist, swaying them slightly as she gives in, resting a hand on his neck.
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“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly man,” JJ says, watching John B and Kiara break the surface of the water after testing the drone. (y/n) raises her head from JJ’s shoulder, squinting at the harsh sunlight. “What would we do without you to control the drones?”
“Technically it’s not a drone,” Pope corrects. “It’s an ROV-”
“Shut up,” (y/n) sighs. “Shut up. It’s too early for that right now.”
“Hey,” John B calls out. “Once we get footage of the wreck, we’ll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim.”
“It’s bullshit, why do we have to do that?” JJ asks, automatically wrapping an arm around (y/n)’s waist when she moves to stand next to him.
“Well,” (y/n) says. “There is maritime salvage law. You can’t just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up.”
“I know. I know,” JJ defends. “It’s just that lawyers aren’t cheap, babe.”
"Well, as soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp," John reassures.
"How do you know all of that?" Kiara asks, turning her head to look at the boy.
"'Cause our dad said it, like, a million times."
"Yeah, that's fair." Kiara swims over to the latter of the deck, beginning to climb up.
"The tether is, like, really long," Pope says. "In the wrong weather, it could get pushed around."
"So now we just have to wait for the right weather," (y/n) states. She turns her head to look at the sky when thunder rumbles in the distance. "And today is not that day."
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I know next to nothing about boats but how do the iron born go on such long journeys on their longships? Googling longships and they don't look to have much going on in space/storage but Euron and Asha have mentioned sailing their ships all over the place..
Also they look small and flat enough to tip over in bad seas. I dunno I'm dumb about boats but I don't understand how they manage long journeys in them.
Wikipedia's usually a better first stop than a general googling - they have a pretty lengthy page on Viking longships, plus footnotes, further reading, and more online resources. Buried in there are the answers to a couple of your issues. Sea chests provided both seating and storage; the ships are wide enough to be stable.
Worth remembering is that ships are always bigger than you think they are, and a lot of early European sea travel sticks to the coasts (and that's relevant in this case as the inspiration for Westeros). It takes time to go places, there might be multiple stops to resupply, but long journeys are perfectly feasible in longships.
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soffie – Für immer Frühling [Spring Everyday]
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I had a dream the other day
Of a country where it’s spring everyday Here you can find caviar and lobster in abundance Here no one is hungry and no one is cold Vanilla ice cream for dessert, everyone dies old In the country where it’s spring everyday Everyone is free to come and leave because there is always enough seats at the table Red gingham, no more white flags Everyone’s welcome, no more boats that sink in the Mediterranean
Ich hab' neulich geträumt Von einem Land, in dem für immer Frühling ist Hier gibt es Kaviar und Hummer im Überfluss Keiner hier, der hungert und niemandem ist kalt Vanilleeis zum Nachtisch, alle sterben alt In das Land, in dem für immer Frühling ist Darf jeder kommen und jeder gehen, denn es gibt immer einen Platz am Tisch Rotkarierter Stoff, keine weißen Flaggen mehr Alle sind willkommen, kein Boot, das sinkt im Mittelmeer
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la, la La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
In the country where winters are not as dim The sky is nothing but blue and rose-tinted Power to the children, no more high walls Bank accounts are filled with Karma, all weapon storages are emptied In the country where the summers are cooler I am not afraid to say what I feel (what I feel) Got my heart steadfast on my sleeves and the sun on my skin No one’s in debt, just tell me what you need
In dem Land, in dem die Winter nicht so trübe sind Ist der Himmel nur noch blau und rosarot Kinder an die Macht, keine hohen Mauern mehr Karmakonto voll, alle Waffenspeicher leer In dem Land, in dem die Sommer kühler sind Habe ich keine Angst zu sagen, was ich fühle (was ich fühle) Das Herz wohnt auf der Zunge, die Sonne auf der Haut Keiner ist im Soll, sag mir einfach, was du brauchst
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la, la (sing it loud) La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la (so loud) La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la, la La-la-la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la-la
You call it Utopia, I call it home Revolutionized freedom And when I fall asleep in my bed at night I’ll go dream of it Of the country where it’s spring everyday Of the country where where I can still feel something Of the country where the summers are greener Of the country, of this country (spring everyday)
Du nennst es Utopie, ich nenn' es Heimat Revolutionierte Freiheit Und wenn ich meinem Bett abends einschlafe Träume ich davon Von dem Land, in dem für immer Frühling ist Von dem Land, in dem ich noch was fühl' Von dem Land, in dem die Sommer grüner sind Von dem Land, von diesem Land (für immer Frühling)
And until I’m finally there, I’ll dream of it
Und bis ich da bin, träume ich davon
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Perception Kayaks Hi Life 11 | Sit on Top Kayak - SUP/Paddleboard | Hybrid Boat with Seat Storage/Cooler | 11 | Dapper
Perception Kayaks Hi Life 11 | Sit on Top Kayak – SUP/Paddleboard | Hybrid Boat with Seat Storage/Cooler | 11 | Dapper
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This wonderful 1970 Ferry converted to a home, in North Bend, Oregon has been taken off the market I assume b/c no one bought it. 4bds, 4ba, $698,500.
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Isn't this nice? Look at the windows, they're so pretty. The home needs a good cleaning and updating. The photos are dated 2019, so who knows if looks any worse now, but mostly it only looks like cosmetic work. The last time the home was sold was in 2020.
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The boat was owned by an actress and a model that were known for their parties- I don't doubt that- look at how long the bar is. It even has a tap and an ice bin.
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Boat seats and port holes decorate this room with a beautiful view.
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The home is on the shore of Coos Bay.
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Beautiful door. There are some lovely details in this home.
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It has a very large kitchen with lots of wood cabinetry in excellent shape. So much storage.
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Nice big dining area. This home has lots of potential.
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It's a huge space- the living room fits a grand piano. I like the glass door and wall. It's not all boat, though, there's an addition that's built onto it.
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Look at the unusual fireplace.
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In the middle of the floor is a ships wheel. The room is very large and the walls are lovely with the glass and portholes.
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It appears that the actual ferry is for entertaining.
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What a cozy conversation area.
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The guest bathroom has a built-in bench.
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Stairs to an upper level or mezzanine. I don't know why there appears to be caution tape on the step, though.
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Here's a formal dining room.
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It appears that this is a family room. I don't think it's a bedroom b/c it's so open.
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Here's a nice bathroom.
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The surrounding garden just needs a little trim and it's good to go.
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Adorable little footbridge.
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The home is on a .62 acre lot.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1225-Ferry-Rd-North-Bend-OR-97459/75134679_zpid/
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The World Of Water (Rewrite)
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A blazing sun sits in the middle of the blue sky without a cloud in sight while the endless void of water below crosses all sides of the horizon. A large boat sits alone on top of the water, made up of two sail boats in the style of a trimaran boat without the middle hull. It's hold together by metal poles and strong nets, in the middle of these boats is a pole that connects to each boat which holds the large sail and another pole that crosses under it has the turning system for the sail at the back.The empty spaces has strong nets so it's easy to walk to each side of this large boat, once inside the back holds a bedroom while the small room on the right is a bathroom and the large room on the left is a storage while the front is a small living room.
Suddenly a large wet hand grabbed a railing, one of many on the side of the large boat while the other hand quickly throw a bag made from nets onto the boats floor before grabbing a railing and pull it's person onto the boat. A large man with (H/C) shoulder length hair and (E/C) eyes sits on the boats floor only wearing black faded to gray pants that fits him perfectly as it have some holes down the legs while letting the water on his skin dry up in the blazing heat of mid day. Once rested and semi-dry he started looking through what he have brought up with him in his net bag, pulling out old rusted things but hopefully would be good for trading and put the bag inside the cabin he's sitting in front of once he had a look at everything. With swiftness he pulls a lever on his way to the other side, pulling another lever in the same spot as the first one and watch as both anchors are pulled up before turning the handles on the turning system for the large sail letting it catch the wind when the sail turned causing the large boat to speed across the water despite the large size of the boat.
The large man looks out onto the horizon through a old rusted binoculars seeing nothing until something catches his eye, pieces of boards float around with other things.
"Somkers" The man growled to himself as he views the rickage of the another boat, Somkers are like scavengers. Some of them ride on small boats powered by machines while other ride on lager boats with large fans on the back and the only warning you get is the loud noise from their boats to alert you, once they see you just hope your boat is fast enough to get away unless you have a death wish. He continues looking around making sure the Somkers are long gone but something unexpected popes up in his lens, two people floating on a piece of board. How they survive the Somkers or Why did they let them live? Somkers don't care who you are, woman, child, slave, or man, they'll kill you no matter what. With hesitation the man sail the boat towards them and once he's right next to them he quickly drops both anchors stoping the boat from moving any farther. The man quickly notice both are unconscious and barely hanging onto the board, he quickly grab them with gentle hands before laying them on the net for the sun to warm and dry them. With speed the man pulled the anchors up while keeping a eye out on the horizon until both anchors slam into place, he turns the sail to caught the wind and before long they're speeding across the water.
By the time I consider us safe and stopping the boat the Sun seats closer to the horizon, with a relief sigh I hit a secret lever to pull my sail down before I sit down against it before glancing at the two I have rescued. Both male with short hair but one is blood red while the other is sun yellow and the only piece of clothing they have on are black skirts that lays around a few inches away from their knees but what really catches my eye is the metal sitting on leather with a large ring in the front while a lock perch on the back that rest on each of their necks, slave collars and by the way they're dressed and the few scars I can see their master wasn't kind. An hour or two later night falls along with the temperature so I carefully moved the two into the room on the opposite side of mine and cover them with the large but thin pieces of clothes I had stored away on this side of my boat.
An hour after the first rays of sun I have already boiled water to drink and started to grill the fish I have caught earlier which caused the two I have saved to finally wake up with growling stomachs at the smell of cooked fish but they quickly pushed their hunger away when they noticed they're in a unknown place, carefully the yellow one peeks out from the hull as the red one is a step behind him. He looks around to see their on a large boat before his eyes lands on my back which is facing them and pulls away from the door to whispered to his friend. Since I have better hearing then most people do I can hear them talking but can't tell what their saying.
"You two going to come out and eat?" I asked as I hold out some cooked meat without looking while they jumped at my rough voice and surprised that I know that their awake, the yellow one peeks out of the hull again to see me holding cooked fish towards them without looking. Quickly he snatch the meat from the hand and returns to his friend where he rips the meat into two pieces for them both after he gives it a sniff to make sure I didn't do anything to the meat before eating it.
"I found you two drifting in the water with what was left of your boat, Smokers?" I asked while holding out more meat to them but before the yellow could grab it I pulled it just out of his reach, he narrow his eyes at me as he moves closer and reach for the meat again but I quickly pull the meat away once again before pointing the seats opposite of me.
"Sit, you'll get more." The yellow one glance between me and where I have pointed at as he thinks, quickly he sits with a leg under him but sits in a way I can't see up his short skirt as he thinks I'm a lot larger up close then he thought and I hand him the piece of meat. He waves over the redhead before taking a large bite out of the fish meat, with hesitation the redhead sit snuggly to his yellow friend side and eating in a slower rate then his friend when I hand him his own piece of cooked fish meat.
"Names." I demand after their shock wears off when I hand them cups of drinkable water, I throw more meat onto the grill that's sits between all three of us as the yellow one glances around before finally answering my question.
"Naruto" He shoves more meat into his mouth after in nervousness then in hungry as he already eat a few mouth fulls.
"Gaara" The redhead specks softly although his voice is deeper them his friends voice as he continues to slowly eat.
"(Y/N)" I respond as I hold out more cooked fish meat which Gaara takes as he just finished his first piece but since Naruto had already eaten two he denys the piece I hold out to him.
"Clothes" I gesture to the large net bag filled with clothes I have collected over time which I had placed onto the twin sized bed of the left boat from where the two had woken up early and after I lead to the two back into to show them the clothes, I leave the two to change in peace as the two watch feeling uncomfortable with this stranger's kindness.
"What is he going to do with us?" Gaara asked Naruto slightly scared and worried about their lives.
"If he wanted to do something bad he wouldn't have clothed, feed, and even given us precious hydro." Naruto whispered back knowing if people wanted something from them they wouldn't be nice about it but this man, a complete stranger although strange himself is treating them like normal people despite the visible slave collars around their necks. Naruto just shakes his head and started looking through the clothes before he picks a light blue skirt that slightly touches the ground and sits comfortable around his low waist as the fabric is double so he doesn't have to wear anything under it but what caught his attention is the asymmetric design as the skirt has a wrap around style so it doesn't matter what size he is it'll fit, Gaara finds another one but in the same color as his hair and both decided to wear them instead of their shorter thin ones.
"Thank you for saving our lives." Naruto said as him and Gaara retake their seat across from me on the right of the boat with Gaara silently following behind him, I just give him a nod in return.
"You'll have to wear your collars for a while longer until most people know you're with me so Slavers won't try to grab you again, if someone asks why you are with me and not your previous master just say that I have traded something precious for you two." They both nod understanding my reasoning for keeping the collars on.
"His feet!" Gaara hissed into Naruto's ear at the sight of my wedded feet.
"It doesn't matter he still saved our lives instead of leaving us in the water to die." Naruto quickly hissed back scolding Gaara for his tone seeing that I'm a kind man but everyone has their limits, Gaara nods lowly in apology. The two watch as I quickly put out the first of the small grill before skillfully pulling up the two anchors and popping the sail open in surprising speed, wind blows greatly as the large boat flys across the water as the light wind pushes us forward. Gaara and Naruto moved to sit on the strong net as I stand at the steering, the two feels the air of the warming morning again against their face as they feel finally like their free.
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