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What a Question

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Can I request a Benedict Bridgerton x reader? Reader is married to Benedict and is pregnant with their first child and its the scene where Eloise comes into the drawing room and is like "How does a lady come to be with child?" and reader is just like 😳 and Benedict and Colin start teasing her and Eloise is just 🤨🤔’

Notes: this is my first time writing for Benedict so be nice plz. Also I’m not rlly happy w how this turned out but I hope u like it

Warnings: period typical attitudes towards sex, references to smut

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“So how does a lady come to be with child?”

The melody that Daphne had been playing ended with an abrupt crash of the keys as Violet and Hyacinth’s conversation died down, as well as Colin and Benedict’s.

“Eloise what a question!” Violet said, hurrying over to shush her outspoken daughter.

“I thought a lady needed to be married; apparently it’s not even a requirement,” Eloise said, smirking triumphantly, before Violet cut her off.

“A requirement for what?” You asked cheerily, coming into the room, your hand resting elegantly on the top of your bump.

“Ah, YN, you should know,” Eloise said, hurrying to sit between her brothers. “And you two-”

“Do not look at me,” Benedict said quickly and you frowned, your face heating up quickly.

“Have you ever been to a farm, El?” Colin said, causing you to gasp as Benedict smacked him upside the head.

“I hope you two aren’t encouraging improper topics of conversation,” Violet warned over her shoulder, encouraging Daphne to start playing again.

“Oh, not at all. In fact, Benedict and I were about to get our sticks out,”

“Colin Bridgerton!”

“A round of fencing!”

“You most certainly are not going fencing just yet, Benedict after I climbed those stairs with your child crushing my innards,” you said sternly

Violet sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, before saying something about escaping to the library with Gregory and Hyacinth. When her mother and younger siblings were safely out of earshot, Eloise looked back between her brothers, and again at you (or more accurately, your belly). “So… how does it happen?” Eloise asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh… well… when a man and a woman love each other very much,” you began.

“Although even that isn’t a requirement for some people,” Colin smirked.

“But… you and Ben love each other,” Eloise observed, and you nodded quickly. “So one does not have to be married, nor love one’s partner… so it just… happens?

“No!” You said quickly.

“There is a bit of… method,” Colin said, smirking at his brother and sister-in-law’s awkwardness. “And it’s rather simple really, even Benedict managed to do it to YN,”

“Wait… the man needs to… do something to the woman,” Eloise said, eyes wide.

“Oh yes,” Colin said, eyes bright with wickedness, and you wished you could melt into the chair as Eloise looked at you. “So you must not let a man touch you, unless you want to have a baby,”

“Oh, no!” Eloise said, horrified. “But… what about just before? I sat right by you, squashed in the middle of you two great lumps,”

“Oh, enough!” You said. “Colin’s japing,” you explained. “It’s rather more complicated than that, and it all depends on a lady’s monthly-”

Colin cringed slightly and a light pink blush crept onto Benedict’s cheeks. “Why don’t you go to the nursery, El?” he said suddenly, nodding to you. “And YN will tell you properly,”

“Yes, of course. I suppose that makes the most sense; she is the lady with child after all,”

“Yes, YN is the expert when it comes to it,” Colin piped up. “I’m sure she and Ben really enjoyed-ow!” Even though your back was to them both as you walked out of the room with your elbow linked with Eloise, you knew Benedict had elbowed his brother.

***

“So you don’t… bleed any more?” Eloise asked as she helped you go through the baby clothes kept in the Bridgerton home’s nursery

“No. I won’t until after the baby comes,” you said gently. “Because the baby is using all of the blood as a sort of cushion in my womb. The doctor said it is how he or she will eat and breathe until they are born,” you said, appreciating that Eloise did not squirm at the mentioning of natural bodily functions. “That’s how I knew I was with child; my cycle stopped and I was plagued with nausea for weeks,”

Your sister-in-law nodded slowly. “Is what Colin said true? About touching a man, I mean. Because I should like to avoid falling pregnant until I am absolutely ready, which I’m sure will be never,”

Laughing quietly, you shook your head. “Colin was just teasing you,” you explained. “It is true that one needs both a man and a woman to make a baby, but it is rather more complicated than simply being touched by a man. If that were the case, every woman in the country would be great with child. It takes a rather… special touch,” you murmured, looking away to hide your flustered face as you thought of passionate nights spent with Benedict.

“Special? How special? What happens?” Eloise urged, and you looked over your shoulder, petrified that Violet Bridgerton would be listening at the door, ready to reprimand you for corrupting her unmarried second daughter. “Oh go on, please, YN. Mama is in the other side of the house,” Eloise begged. “I feel so stupid all the time; I’m not allowed to go to university because of my gender. I should be allowed to know exactly how the female body works, as whatever it is that happens will surely happen to my body too. I should like to prepare myself, and not float about all naive like Daphne and the Featherington’s and every other girl in the blasted ton,”

Eloise was truly a force to be reckoned with when she wanted to know something, and she did have a point with knowing her own anatomy. “I… okay,” you said, folding a swaddling cloth up. “In order for a baby to grow inside a woman, the man must first… put his seed inside of her,”

“Like a meal?”

“Er… no. You cannot fall pregnant via your mouth,” you said. After all, Ben had showed you that months ago… “the man and the woman must… join their bodies. A-and they are… well, they are made to fit together,” Eloise nodded slowly. “And men and women join together by their most intimate parts… ah…” you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Between one’s thighs,”

Eloise nodded slowly, staring at your belly. “Thank you for explaining that to me, YN,” she said. “I suppose Penelope and I no longer have to fret about ending up like…” you arched your eyebrows. “Like… somebody’s maid,” she corrected herself as you began walking back to the parlour.

As you entered the room, Benedict and Colin looked up, opening their mouths, surely about to say something smart. “You needn’t bother yourselves,” you warned, and luckily, they knew better than to try and mess with a pregnant lady.

Sighing, you sat next to your husband, resting your head on his shoulder as he rested his hand on your belly, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Are you alright, El?” He asked, spotting his sister staring at you both out of the corner of his eye.

“I just realised… in order for YN to be with child… you had to put your seed in her womb and- oh god- join between her thighs… urgh!”

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Also @pinkandblueblurbs and @epaige0914 bc u commented on my post lol

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maddiwrites · 3 years

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Secrets of the Shore (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Pogues x reader, eventually JJ x reader.

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

Note: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the support of my last couple of fics. All your messages have been so kind and so sweet! I’ve made a rewrite of the show with a new character that eventually falls in love with her best friend. I’m gonna be posting a new chapter three times a week. Let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: None

Chapter 2

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" John B tip toes across the middle of the roof as he sips out of the can of beer in his hand.

I lean to my right, pressing against JJ's shoulder as we sit on a construction slack used to hold construction workers as they work on the siding of the home. Scaffolding, I think it's called. I narrow my eyes at my brother, counting down the seconds until he falls.

"I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival," Pope jokes from the deck below us.

John B shrugs. He licks his finger and holds it up in the air as if he's feeling which way the wind is blowing. "Hm. Should I do it?"

"Yeah, jump." Pope holds up a power drill and points it at John B like it's a gun. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You'll shoot me?"

"Yep." Pope closes one eye and pretends to shoot it. "Pow!"

I roll my eyes and look forward again, letting the beer slip down my throat like a refreshing glass of water. The warm North Carolina air presses soothingly against my freshly tan skin and I bask in the sunlight. Its days like these that I like the most. Days where none of my best friends have work, we're drinking causally, and joking with one another. Even if it's on a construction site in the middle of Figure Eight. But the idea of getting caught just gives me an adrenaline rush.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kie says as she walks out of the unfinished house.

"Of course. Why wouldn't they?" JJ says next to me with a shrug like it's not the craziest thing that a Kook would own.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess."

"I can't have cold towels."

Kie looks up at John B, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand. "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Don't spill the beer. I'm not giving you another one," JJ says.

As if on cue, John B's foot slips. Luckily he catches himself, but his beer, however, drops to it's death on the deck below. As John B steadies himself I release the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I take another greedy gulp of my warm beer to steady the nerves in my chest.

"Whoa! Oh, shit," John B curses.

"Of course you did," JJ rolls his eyes playfully. "Smooth."

"A plus, really." I glare up at my brother, feeling his mischievous smirk right back at me.

"Dumbass," Kie mutters under her breath. She looks up at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I only giggle to myself. John B can be clumsy but he's not going to accidentally kill himself.

"Hey!" I hear another voice shout behind us towards the street and front of the house. A voice that doesn't belong to any of my friends or my brother.

"Hey, uh, security's here," Pope says.

Immediately knowing what that means, I jump to my feet with the help of JJ right after he slugs the rest of his beer. A delirious grin dances along my lips as I hop down to the main deck.

"Let's wrap it up!"

"Boys are early today."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!"

My legs take off after my friends through the house. Adrenaline rushes through my veins and straight to my head like a power high. I can't even feel my legs as they jump over wooden slacks and construction tools. The high from running from the police is better than any drug JJ can get his hands on, even the good stuff.

"Gary is that you?" JJ plays along before accidentally running into him, making him slip on his feet before running the other way. I grab his wrist and pull him closer to me to catch up. "Gary, good to see you man!"

I laugh as my feet land on the freshly cut grass in the front yard. "You're asking for it."

"JJ!" The obese cop chases after us, recognizing my best friend's face instantly. I'm not surprised, not even a little bit. JJ had his fair share of run-ins with the law.

"They're going out front!" I hear another cop shout. I can barley hear through the wind rushing through my ears.

We run into a tall white painted fence that blocks us from our car, better known as the Twinkie. Hopping fences is something I've learned to become better at after doing it so many times. However, I can't say the same about Pope. He's always struggled.

I swing my legs over the fence and land with a small 'oomf.' I look over my shoulder for my slow-poke friend and see him falling over the fence, landing on his side. I laugh as I pick him up by the shoulders.

JJ is waiting for us, clapping his hands like a coach on the sidelines at a football game because his players aren't running fast enough. But there's a smile on his face. "Get up, Pope, fatso's coming!"

"Hey!" The guard shouts behind me. He's halfway up the other side of the fence, but he doesn't have the strength to pull himself over completely. "Come here you little pricks!"

I hear the familiar honk coming from the van John B and I learned to drive in. My brother and Kie are waiting for us in the front seats of the Volkswagen van that would look better in the 70s than the 2020's but I love it. It fits our friend group perfectly. Plus I'd choose this car over any fancy Mercedes Tourons usually drive. The only time I've ever been in one of them is when I snuck off with a golf player from Georgia after a boneyard party. It was luxurious of course, but nothing like the Twinkie.

"Bus is leaving!" John B says as we get closer.

"Come on!" Kie yells at us from the passenger seat, banging the flat of her palm against the door.

I dive through the back first, landing on my elbows and rolling over. Pope and JJ follow less than a second later.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gary calls after us as John B steps on the gas.

JJ leans out of the sliding side door that's still wide open. I lay on my back watching him as I try to catch my breath. His smile is contagious. For a boy who's been through hell and back, he smiles a lot, and I love every second of it.

He holds out his beer can as if he's offering it to the cop who's still trying to catch us...if he can catch up to it. "Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise. Come on, Gary!"

"Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks! Hey!"

"You're gonna give him a heart attack!" Kie tries to scold him but she can't fight the smile on her lips either as she watches from the side rearview mirror.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go. They don't pay you enough bro."

"JJ, stop. Stop!" Kie says through her laughter.

I love Kie. She always tries to keep the peace between her friends and the world itself. Always the girl who raises money for charities that protect this Earth and save animals and solve world hunger. She's going to change the world someday. Her and Pope. Maybe if they can tolerate each other, they'll do it side by side.

JJ slumps back into the van with a toothy grin. He sits next to me and pulls me up so I'm sitting up straight. He dangles his arm around my shoulder and I lean further into his side. If I could choose one position to be in for the rest of my life it would be this one.

But I'd never admit that.

"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished," JJ says.

I hum in response and lean back into the seat behind me and stare out the window. A view of passing vibrant green leaves takes over the window as John B drives. The scene comforts me. Summer is my favorite season. No school. Just work and friends and the Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth, some may call it.

It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. We're currently driving through Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live.

As John B drives further South, the houses get smaller and smaller, feeling more like home. This is the South side. Or as we like to call it, the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living bussing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of...drumroll, please...the Pogues. That's us. Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. Lowest members of the food chain.

I know... a little harsh, don't you think?

So, the downside of the Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of the Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

The second John B parks the car, the boys are gathering all their fishing gear and we set off to our next destination. The marina.

"Nice haul, dude. Look at that!" JJ teases my brother when he reels in what I think is the smallest fish I've ever seen. If it was orange, I would have thought it was my old pet goldfish from when I was six. "Been all bait for, like, three weeks."

John B pulls the fish off his hook and tosses it in JJ's direction. JJ flinches back, knocking into me and almost throwing me into the water below. That was probably my fault, though. I shouldn't be sitting on an open ledge, dangling my legs twenty feet above the water.

"Watch it, idiot!" I smack JJ upside the head after letting go of the death grip I had on his bicep when I was about to fall to my death. Well...I'd probably survive, but it would hurt like hell.

"It's not my fault you chose the most dangerous seat!" JJ retaliates.

Yeah, that's JJ. John B's best friend since the third grade, which subsequently makes him my best friend since the third grade too. He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Second best surfer I know. First being me of course. Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.

"Yeah, Mar, you should really get down from there," Kie says, walking over to me to help me down. I decide not to put up a fight. If I'm going to break my leg, I'm gonna do it in a surfing accident or something cool, not by falling off the dock.

Kiara. Or Kie as we call her. When not saving turtles or listening to Bob Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why though. She's a rich kid, actually. Her family owns the Wreck, this Outer Banks institution. Total cash down with the tourists and my current job. You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. But they like me enough to bring them money towards their restaurant. I bring in a lot of regulars. Advertising is kind of my thing. I'm pretty sure all my friends, even my brother, have a thing for her.

Kie hands me a water bottle and lays her legs across my lap. She lies down on the wooden bench and bathes in the sunlight the day still has to offer. Kie is my best friend. Best secret holder known to man, for the most part.

"I think she needs a leash," Pope adds, making me pass him a glare.

"The only thing useful about a leash is how I can strangle you with it," I say.

"Kinky," JJ says and winks at me. "That's my girl."

John B slaps JJ upside the back of his head.

I'm lucky my sunburnt skin is hiding the blush that creeps along my cheeks.

Pope glares at both JJ and I which only makes my growing smirk widen.

Pope...the brains of the operation...finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship. And the smartest person I know. Little bit of a weirdo. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.

"Trust me, if a leash was that easy, I would have tried a long time ago," John B mutters with a hint of a smile.

John Booker Routledge. My insufferable twin brother. Pain in my ass. Number one partner in crime. I hate him but I love him. Pretty much like any sibling relationship. We live in an old fish shack on the marsh. The Chateau as my dad use to call it. My dad disappeared at sea nine months ago looking for a shipwreck. I mean seriously, who disappears at sea these days? I miss him a lot. He may have been a little neglectful, but he took care of us the best that he could. My mom, however? She split when I was three. Last I heard she was in Colorado. At least I think it was Colorado. Honestly who knows and who cares.

Since my dad vanished, my Uncle T is supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses which means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my brother and my friends.

Three months after my dad went missing, he was officially presumed dead. John B is more of an optimist than I am. He refuses to sign the paper and until he sees a dead body, he's not giving up. I back John B's decision, but I'm more realistic about what happened to my dad. The ocean, although my favorite place to be, is also one of the scariest.

My dad is probably dead and I will never get the closure that I want. So I'm dealing with it the best way I can, although I'm pretty sure everyone is a little worried about me, especially Kie now that John B is starting to follow in my footsteps by exhibiting reckless behavior.

But I'm getting better now. Day by Day. At least I wasn't acting like I did when my dad first left us.

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I woke up with a slap to my ankle and my head buried deep into my pillow. I groan from the abrupt living alarm clock that's now pacing my room and throwing clothes from my closet at me. It only makes me squeeze my eyes tighter in hopes for at least five more minutes of sleep.

"Seriously, Mar, we need to go. We're late." John B rips my blanket off my body, leaving me exposed in just my pajama boxer shorts and a tank top. The sudden chill sends goosebumps up my arms and legs.

"Go without me." I push myself up on my elbows and grab the clothes he threw at me. I knew meeting the social worker alone wasn't an option. Even if one of us goes to this stupid meeting, it will prove to the social worker that we're not being responsible enough to keep DCS off our backs. As far as they know, Uncle T is still living with us and keeping us safe.

"You have five minutes." John B ignores me and leaves my room, slamming my door shut.

I roll my eyes and tumble out of my soft bed. I slip on my jeans shorts and a white t shirt that I tie in a knot to make it a crop top. Underneath it I have on my plain black bikini, knowing that I will be surfing the second we get home. The News has been reporting a storm for weeks that's suppose to hit tonight. Vicious waves and crazy winds sends a thrill through my body.

We arrive to the social worker's office only two minutes late. I thought that was a sign of responsibility, but the social worker only looks at us with distaste as we sit in the two chairs in front of her desk.

"John, Marleigh, it's come to our attention that you two are unemancipated minors living on your own." Her hair is pulled back into a tight low bun and her glasses are perched on the tip of her nose. Her suit looks way too tight for comfort, like it's squeezing the life out of her.

John B scoffs and leans back into his seat as if we have nothing to worry about, but I know his heart is beating just as wildly as mine. "No....no." The social worker raises one brow in suspicion and glances in my direction to either confirm or deny what John B is saying. John B sees this and answers for me. "No."

I just shrug as a response, which only makes the social worker more weary. She leans into her desk and folds her hands on top of our folders that are piled in the middle. "I need honesty to help you. That's what we want, right?"

"Yeah. I'm being honest."

"Okay, then when is the last time you spoke to your uncle?"

John B looks down at his watch and purses his lips. "Uh...thirty-four minutes ago."

"When's the last time you saw him?"

"Two hours and...forty-three minutes ago?"

I hold myself back from rolling my eyes. It's clear on the social worker's face that she's not buying into any of John B's lies.

She sighs and turns to look at me. "We're gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster care." Foster care. The words make me dig my nails into the wood of the arms of the chair I'm in. The last place I ever wanna be is in foster care. I want to stay here on the island with my brother and our friends. Not with some random family who couldn't care less about us in a place I'm not familiar with. "I want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home."

She says it like she's offering us a better life, one that we would want, one that sounds like the better option but it isn't. I ignore the worried look John B sends my way and watch the seconds go by on the clock above the door. We basically have twenty-four hours to find Uncle T or someone to be pretend to be him.

~ ~ ~

The winds begin picking up early in the afternoon, the rain hitting by 5. On my way home from working at the Wreck, I watch people board up the windows of their stores and homes. All John B and I can do is hope that our little shack won't blow away by morning.

Unfortunately for Pope, he's at our house when John B catches me leaving the house with my board. When he tells me to stop, I'm prepared to put up a fight. I've been looking forward to surfing in this storm all day - something I can use to push the DCS lady out of my head and the promise she made that sounded more like a threat.

"You think you were gonna go out without me?" John B smirks and leads the way to the beach.

Pope follows behind us like a lost puppy, basically talking to himself as he tries to convince us that this is a bad idea. We stop at the edge of the beach. It's almost impossible to see the ocean through the wind and the rain.

"Those aren't surfable waves, bro," Pope says, squinting through the rain that splatters our faces wet.

"Says who?" I say, passing him a devious smirk and make a run for it towards the ocean.

I paddle past the choppy waves, letting the water knock me around like a feather in the wind. When I see a decent looking wave to ride, I prop myself up on my feet and stand. I lean into my board. The warmth that's taken over my body outruns the cold water I fall into when the waves crash over me. My body tumbles under the water and my board bumps against me. I try to swim back up to the surface but the current is strong. I don't know where I am and I can't see under the water. My nose burns when water rushes up my nostrils. I squeeze my eyes tight and just swim upwards in hope of reaching air. Maybe this was a bad idea, but the thrill is still keeping me excited.

I finally reach the surface after what feels like years. John B and Pope's screams are dull against the whistling wind. I hop back on my board and give the two guys a thumbs up and a wicked smile. Pope looks like he's about ready to have a heart attack and John B breathes out a sigh of relief as he paddles closer to me.

"You alright?" He asks me.

"Fine," I yell against the wind.

John B nods. He looks like he's about to say something else, but something over my shoulder catches his attention. I turn myself around, intrigued at what's he's seeing other than the water, clouds, and a bunch of rain. Then I see it. A boat that barely looks afloat, so far out that it looks like a speck against the rain.

"We should probably go," I say. I don't want John B's mind to run to what might have happened to Dad out there. Maybe he was caught by a storm like this, maybe his boat went overboard and his body is out there floating with the fishes. I don't know. The last thing I need him to do right now is speculate. Even if the same thoughts are running through my head, John B thinks he's still alive. These thoughts will keep him up all night. He doesn't move, however. "John B let's go."

~ ~ ~

JJ is already laying on the pull out bed in my living room when I get out of the shower. JJ crashes here most days of the week. He'd much rather be here than with his drunk abusive dad. Our friends don't know the extent of how shitty his relationship really is with his dad. But I do. I found out when I was thirteen. JJ snuck through my bedroom window after a tough night with his dad. His face and torso were covered in bruises. It took everything in me not to burst out in tears right then and there. But for some reason, he trusted me of all people with his biggest secret. I cleaned him up and let him sleep in my bed with me. Every once in a while we repeat the process. Sometimes he's not even hurt, he just shows up. And I let him in because I like having him there.

I fall onto the mattress next to him and prop my head up on my hand, leaning on my elbow. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling satisfied and bubbly when he moans in response.

"When did you get here?" I ask him.

"You were in the shower. Don't worry I didn't peak, but I was tempted," He says into his pillow.

I use the same hand I had woven in his hair and punch his shoulder playfully, making him fall on his back. His lips turn up in a grin.

I lay there for a second, looking up at the ceiling. My eyes feel heavy, the events of the day officially taking over my body. I peek an eye over at JJ who's watching me carefully as if I might break under his fingertips.

"What?" I grin to myself, thankful for the darkness so he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks. Again.

"You all right?" He asks, pushing my hair out of my face so he can look straight into my eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

JJ hesitates, like he's trying to pick the right words to say. I watch him closely, studying every mark and crevice on his face. Beautiful and clear like always. Even when it's covered in bruises and blemishes, he's handsome. I could look at him all day.

"You hate storms," He says.

"I can sleep through anything," I tell him. "And I don't hate storms. They make for...eventful surfing days."

His face drops to a more serious one. "You know what I mean."

I do. Storms have never really frightened me. Not really. But ever since my dad disappeared nine months ago, I worried that he would get caught in a storm like this, that by morning there would be a knock on my door from an officer who would tell me that a dead body has washed up on shore and they ID'd him as my father. The image leaves me with nightmares on nights like tonight.

JJ's the only one who knows this.

I don't like talking about it. Like JJ, we have this in common. So instead of telling him I'm fine and him not believing me, I pull the blanket at the edge of the mattress over our bodies and tuck myself into his side, laying my head on his shoulder. A position so intimate for just us "friends." I hope he can't feel my heart pounding beneath my skin, against his side. I let my body soften against his, feeling sleep take over me. I fall into a dreamless sleep next to JJ, hoping that the storm will be gone by the time we wake up.

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lunarliza · 4 years

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Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 4: Kook Conventions

JJ x Kook!reader

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You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

note: slight mention of panic attack

If there was anything you learned about JJ that Friday, it was that he was the absolute worse at sticking to the plan.

For one, he spent so much time looking for the tennis courts, instead of following your clearly written out instructions, that he ended up being late altogether to pick you up. What was supposed to be a grand gesture turned into you sitting on the front steps, while the sun was near done setting, waiting for stupid JJ while everyone else had already left.

“What the hell took you so long?!” you scolded, slamming the truck door shut in annoyance once he finally showed up.

“This place is confusing as hell! I kept having to make loops. It is called Figure Eight for a reason,” he tried to justify, pulling out of the lot.

“JJ I texted you specific instructions on how to get here!” you groused, rubbing your temple, “Anyways, it’s fine, whatever. Let’s just hurry home so I can get ready. My house is just a little bit up that way.”

“Yeah, uh, about that,” JJ mentioned sheepishly, keeping his eyes on the road, “I kinda have to help Pope and Poppa Heyward with something right now. It will only take an hour tops! I’ll just meet you at the party after I’m done.”

You groaned loudly, face-palming yourself. “JJ what the hell! I told you specifically to cancel your plans tonight. It was supposed to be our debut!”

“I did! I just,” he scratched the back of his neck, “kinda broke one of their carts this afternoon, so I have to help them fix it for tomorrow. I think they’re catering your little brunch thingy.”

“How did you even break the cart to begin with?!”

He hid his face from your dagger-eyes and admitted in a low voice, “I, uh, tried to surf on it down a hill when they weren’t looking.”

You had to fight the urge to smack him upside the head, but you didn’t want to risk him veering off the road. Lucky bastard.

“Fine,” you grumbled, “Just make sure you’re on time to the party.” You then eyed his outfit up and down. Even in the little sunlight that emitted from outside, you could tell it was all dirty from his day activities. “And please change into something a little nicer,” you added, “These Kooks would run you to the ground with that on.”

JJ dropped you off at your house and sped away as you unlocked the door into a near empty house. Looks like it would just be you and Alfred for dinner.

Your parents were headed off to the mainland for some business convention. Thankfully, your presence was not needed which saved you an entire day of pretending to be a perfect obedient daughter. It was an exhausting act.

Most teens your age would kill for a night alone, but after countless nights sleeping isolated in a big empty house, it got old and depressing. Most of the time, you’d sleep over at Sarah’s for some kind of company. You were always welcomed at the Camerons’.

Greeting Alfred your usual hello at the foyer, you darted upstairs to wash off and get ready with the little time you had left. The aroma of filet mignon and freshly seasoned veggies filled the house air.

“Oh and Alfred,” you called out over the intricate metal banister, “It’ll just be me eating tonight, so just set the table for one please.”

“Miss Y/n, your friend is not coming?” he asked with hints of concern. You just shook your head with a sad smile. “No, he had to run last minute.”

Alfred gave you a curt nod, making way back into the kitchen while you dashed into the bathroom.

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Instead of throwing JJ straight into the shark’s tank (even though, given his already poor track record, you strongly contemplated throwing him to literal sharks), you decided it was best to ease him into the whole boyfriend role.

You figured he’d be more in touch with his aura if you invited him to a Kook party first— which was exactly where you were, furiously texting him where on earth he was.

It was already ten o’clock. The party started hours ago, and he was nowhere to be found. An hour with Pope your ass!

Flopping onto the giant living room couch in Billy Irvine’s mansion, you frowned amongst the throng of drunk privileged kids. Around you, the Glossy Posse was gossiping with other Kooks about some of the summer newcomers while sleazy guys from out of town tried to grab their attention. It never worked.

“So y/n,” Chloe asked next to you on the couch, “I have some great news! It’s no secret that you need a date to the all the fundraiser events, and I might just have one for you! My cousin, Gerald, is coming into town next week, so I can totally set you guys up!”

She proceeded to show you pictures on her phone of a lanky tall guy with discolored hair and a creepy smile. You resorted to taking a gulp of your drink to hide your horrified expression. “Thanks, but, uh, no thanks. I actually have a date already,” you informed, typing away heatedly at your phone for JJ to arrive that instant or so help you.

“Ooh, who is it?” Ivy nosily chimed in at the mention of you finally having a date. From the couch over, you also saw Anne-Marie and Warren lean their heads closer to get the scoop.

Jeez, were people really that interested in your love life?

“It’s-”

Before you could reveal the name, a loud ‘ding’ went off from your phone followed by a text from JJ to alert you that he was out front. “Oh! He’s actually here right now,” you announced, hopping up from your seat to collect your very problematic date.

“You’re late, again!” you scolded to the blond standing all gloomy at the front of the stone curved driveway. He changed into a nicer grey long-sleeve with khaki shorts and his signature red snapback, much to your relief. It didn’t quite match with your intricate white romper, but it would do for the time being.

“The guard wouldn’t let me in the gate! I ended up having to sneak through one of the fences,” JJ explained. You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous excuse. “Then why didn’t you just call me to let you in?” you pointed out.

“It was more fun this way,” he peskily grinned, earning himself a smack on the arm. The guy was impossible. “Ow!” he whined, rubbing the spot. Ignoring his complaints, you seized his hand and led him inside. It was about time!

The foyer flashed with various-colored LED lights while thundering rap music echoed from basically every corner of the house. All around, eyes gawked at you stepping through the Victorian-style entryway with a Pogue of all people. It was like walking into a cave of bats.

“Anyways,” you began, disregarding all the probing eyes, “This is Billy Irvine’s place. It’s the nicest house on the Eight. His parents are out of town right now, so we’re celebrating the Glossy Posse’s birthdays.”

It alway was a coincidence to you how all three of them had birthdays on back-to-back days. Witchcraft, honestly.

“Those bitches?” JJ grimaced at the mention of his sworn female enemies, “Ew why? They hate the Pogues.”

“Just shut up and suck it up. Here,” you grabbed a glass from the champagne tower in the middle of the spacious room, “Have a drink to get your mind off it.”

“Champagne? What the hell is this, England?” he yelped, taking a swig. Rolling your eyes, you hoped the alcohol would alleviate his irritability for the night. Fortunately, the blaring music was enough to drown out his constant bickering.

“Now put your arm around me! It’s time to make our rounds,” you demanded. He obliged and you turned on your best lovestruck game-face, giving him the grand tour of the mansion.

Billy’s mom was also one of the important people of the Island Club, so you had been going over there ever since you were nine being that your moms were friends. Still, you were always amazed by the extravagance of their house. You could tell JJ was also in shock of it all too.

It looked like a castle with two grand marble staircases circling the front with a tall vintage Tiffany chandelier hanging over everything. The floors were the shiniest white marble even with hundreds of teenagers recklessly dancing and slipping all over it.

“Damn, so this is how the other side lives,” JJ commented, marveling at how the LED lights reflected off the diamonds on the chandelier.

He slid his hand down to your waist as you stood closer to his side, taking a whiff of his teakwood cologne. Deep down, it was nice to have someone to attend parties with you, even if it was fake and with JJ.

You took him up the right staircase where plastered kids— some you recognized from school, some just in town for the summer— stumbled up and down the stairs or sloppily made out while pinned to the side walls. Realistically, it didn’t seem that off-brand to JJ’s party scene.

“We’re only staying an hour right?” JJ reminded in your ear as you approached the open bar upstairs. Yes, the Irvine’s had a literal bar in their second level.

“Yes, grumpy!”

“Do you know if Sarah and John B are coming?” JJ continued to question. You settled on top of a retro bar stool as he leaned against the Irvine’s prized rustic bar.

“No,” you answered, “Sarah doesn’t come to these because Topper’s here. And she hates Kooks.”

“She’s the smarter one of you two!” JJ shouted among the loud music. You shook your head and whacked him again, but lightly this time. Seemed that would be you guy’s thing— hitting.

Even in their inebriated states, Kooks were still staring at you like you had grown a third arm. Which, honestly, was what being with JJ felt like half the time. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the Glossy Posse and Warren making their way to you with either wide or curious eyes.

Oh boy.

“Y/n!” they exclaimed, shoving through the crowd. You matched their seemingly gleeful expressions, though you knew deep down they were judging you hard.

“You must be y/n’s date,” Ivy stated without much of a formal introduction.

“Aren’t you that Pogue from the Boneyard that always tries to hit on us?” Chloe brought up once she got a better look at JJ’s face. You snorted, but no one heard you.

You were slightly worried JJ would take their snarky comments the wrong way and lash back, but his cocky grin still laid proudly on his face as he held his hand out to your girl friends. “Name’s JJ. And yeah, I’m y/n’s new man.”

New man. Well, that was certainly a title. All of the Glossy Posse’s threaded eyebrows shot up at the word.

“Y/n,” Anne-Marie said in amazement, “You didn’t tell us you were dating again.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to keep it kinda lowkey,” you lied, signaling JJ to put his arm around you again.

Expecting your friends to stick up their nose at him or give you guys condemnatory looks, you were surprised to find they were more stunned than snobby. Intrigued, you caught them eyeing JJ up and down as if he possessed some kind of magical charm.

From behind the group, you saw Warren trying to stick his hand out at JJ to introduce himself as the girls did kinda take center stage earlier, shielding him out. “Don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Warren, Warren Van Doren.”

JJ had to hold back a laugh at the sound of his rhyming name. So immature.

“Hey man, I’m JJ. Nice to meet you,” he greeted, shaking his hand, “Wait a sec, aren’t you that quarterback that got in that fight at regionals last year?”

Warren smiled sheepishly and looked away. “Yeah, that was me.”

You remembered that fight. The video of it actually went viral for like a week. Warren was a very nice guy, but pissed of, he was an animal. He pummeled the shit out of some of other players during that game. The topic of fighting seemed to bond the two boys as they unknowingly drifted away in their own conversation. Thank God, you were glad that at least one of the boys there would be friendly towards JJ.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in,” Chloe announced, gesturing towards the stairway. All four of your heads turned to see Max and Anya parade up to the top step linked to one another.

That was the cue.

Furtively, you nudged at JJ’s side, interrupting his football conversation. You gave him an alerting look that said ‘look like you’re in love with me ASAP’ and he quickly enveloped his arm around you to pull you close.

Given the fact that you and JJ hardly knew each other, much less touched, it was a very ungraceful and awkward gesture. Even Warren shot you both a weird look. Either way, you figured it would be perfected after going at it a few times.

Just as the Hollywood couple sauntered in to the packed bar area, JJ dipped his face closer to yours. It was a nice touch to the act. He started whispering some stupid joke in your ear that you could hardly make out among the music and chatter, but you went along with it anyway, playfully slapping at his chest. He even placed his snapback on your head backwards. You almost yelled at him for ruining your hair, but for the sake of the show you were putting on, you pretended it was the cutest thing.

You tried not to look at Max as he passed, as you didn’t want to make things so obvious. But in the split second you did glance his way, his mouth flew agape. In that moment, you knew you had him right in the palm of your hand from twenty feet away. The evil laugh cackled inside your head while you raked your hands through JJ’s hair. It was surprisingly soft.

For the next few minutes, you could feel Max’s stare bore into you back as you leaned closer to JJ, kissing up his jawline and cheek.

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you felt like this about me,” JJ teased.

“Shut up. I’m giving them a show,” you hissed with an infatuated smile to mask your threats.

“They’re gone now,” JJ noted lowly in your ear. You both detached like repelling magnets.

Fortunately, the posse and Warren dispersed among the crowd while you and JJ acted out your little PDA scene— it was probably from discomfort, if you were being honest. You did make sure not to hold anything back while you were draped all over JJ.

“Is that it?” JJ droned, back to his normal whiny self, “Am I done? Can we leave?”

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, but with a grin this time. “Yes, you idiot, we can leave now.”

“Finally!”

JJ’s hand crept to your lower back as you both weaved through the mass of people to the exit. Before you could make it halfway down the staircase, however, you heard a rumbling behind you that stopped both your tracks. Warren’s six-four gigantic self was rummaging down the stairs, leaving booms in his wake.

“JJ! JJ!” he called out, grabbing hold of your fake boyfriend’s arm, “JJ dude, you gotta check out this new game system Billy has upstairs in the game room. You can play live Madden!”

“What?!” JJ’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as Warren tugged you both back up the stairs with his giant football-player muscles.

“Dude it’s fucking sick! You gotta try it out,” Warren kept insisting. You knew JJ wouldn’t be able to resist. His eyes were practically glowing with excitement when he turned back to you as if to ask for some kind of approval.

“Okay, I’m just going to stay for one game,” he swore but you were a hundred-and-ten percent sure he’d be hooked and you could stay for much longer.

“Knock yourself out, Maybank,” you responded with a knowing smile, shooing him off to some depth of the Irvine’s enormous home. When he disappeared, you took the liberty to go search for your friends and finally enjoy the party for yourself.

As you predicted, one game turned into thirty real quick. It was well past midnight and JJ was still buried away somewhere doing who knows what. You didn’t mind. Warren was very responsible and you trusted him to take care of your date.

Plus, it gave you enough time to take rounds of various colored jello shots with Billy, dance on Mrs. Irvine’s countertops with the birthday girls, and devour the four-tiered tiramisu cake with fake-puking Barbie doll toppers that you helped pick out at the bakery.

When it got around one thirty, you grew a little concerned about JJ’s whereabouts so you sent him a quick text just to make sure he was okay and not shoving his head down a toilet. Your phone chimed back instantly—

Im jus fine y/n!!! One mor game! I almos beat War Ins Ass! Fuckin kwarter back!

Oh yeah, he was definitely gone. You texted your family’s driver to come by in about thirty minutes to make sure he’d get home safely. Then, you proceeded to dig in to your third slice of cake. Unlike the rest of your friends, you embraced the joy that was carbs— especially when you were drunk and there was chocolate involved.

JJ came downstairs a few minutes later and found where you were sitting on the couch surrounded by your circle of friends. Even amid the dark yet colorful beaming lights, his hair was still its usual sweaty mess with eyes a tad droopy, indicating just how drunk he was.

“Y/n! There’s my baby!”

He walked up and collapsed right onto your lap, tossing a dangly arm around you. You kept his snapback on for the entire night, assuming your hair was probably a bird’s nest underneath it. Everyone around seemed amused at the sight, and a few girls from school even began asking how you two started dating.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Well, that was until your thigh circulation began ceasing due to JJ’s bony ass on it. You immediately demanded that you switch places with him, and he sloppily obliged. The throng around you giggled, intrigued by the new lovey-dovey couple. Secretly, you ate up the attention and knew JJ did too.

He was in the middle of telling everyone a dumb Boneyard party story when Max and Anya entered the living room premises. They looked like they were fixing to leave. Your date felt you tense a little in his lap and caught on to your sudden judder.

Boldly, JJ made direct eye contact with Max and threw him one of those ‘what’s up’ nods. Then, out of nowhere, in his completely trashed state, JJ cupped both of your cheeks and planted a very brazen kiss on your lips for everyone to see. Shutting your eyes, you heard a few whistles from the crowd around you, especially when he, very obviously, added his tongue to the mix.

JJ was a good kisser, you had to admit. It quite literally, took your breath away when he pulled back. Biting your lip, you mimicked his shit-eating grin while he pressed his perspiration-filled forehead on yours. It was a huge acne-hazard just waiting to happen. But, like the snapback, you didn’t care. It was the most thrilling thing you had done in months.

“Don’t look now, but Vega and his girl have their jaws dropped to the floor behind you,” he muttered in your ear. You giggled and held onto him closer, leaning your head on his chest.

It was probably be best fifteen hundred bucks you had ever spent.

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The next morning was your mom’s weekly Saturday brunch. By default, you showed up an hour early to help greet the guests, frequently checking your watch and phone to see when JJ would arrive.

You had a tennis tournament earlier that morning, however, you didn’t even bother making your fake boyfriend go. After the events of last night, you knew he’d be too hungover in the morning and wouldn’t wake up in time for it. He was getting to be very predictable.

At t-minus five minutes until the brunch started, everyone had already made their way into the ballroom. That left just you waiting in the lobby area for your date. The look on your face was just about ready to kill JJ whenever he walked through the door. You also didn’t see Sarah and John B arrive either, so you assumed they would be a no-show yet again.

About a minute past noon, the blond sauntered past the doors wearing a black suit that looked two sizes to big for him with hideous shoulder pads. You presumed it was his dad’s old one. He also had on jet black sunglasses to mask the grogginess from the party, but it was pretty evident he looked and felt like shit.

“You’re late again!” you hissed through gritted teeth, snatching his hand like he was an uncontrollable child. Maybe you should invest in a leash and collar for him since he could never get his attendance right.

“What do you mean? You said noon,” he yawned, unfazed at your irritation.

“The brunch starts at noon!” you jeered, “That means you have to show up early!”

“Well you failed to mention those rules,” he tried to bicker back, but you flashed him one of your bitch-looks before he could go any further. That had him shriveling at the sight.

“Whatever, just hurry up and let’s get seated,” you ordered, leading him through the majestic looking double doors, “And take off those sunglasses!”

Much to your dismay, the doors made a very loud creaking noise when they opened. Just about everyone did a double-take to see you arrive late and with a woozy-looking boy shoving sunglasses in his suit pocket.

Eyes were glued on you while judgmental whispers filled the already tense air. There was a small churn in your stomach as you weaved through the round tables. Something was also gnawing at your brain, telling you that it was a terrible, terrible idea. You attempted to brush it aside, though, as you and JJ took your seats.

For some odd reason, the Glossy Posse didn’t show the same enthusiasm towards JJ like the did at the party. They were back to their pretentious ways— you figured it was probably just their hangover attitude.

On the other hand, Warren happily greeted JJ when he sat down, exchanging one of those typical ‘bro’ handshakes. They started chatting on about the previous night while you tried to make small talk with the girls. Unfortunately, they were still being short with you and were, very obviously, throwing looks at JJ, along with their dates.

Glancing to your parents’ table, they didn’t look like they cared too much about your situation, having just flown in from their trip. They were too engrossed in entertaining their friends to really pay you any mind. Sometimes you were grateful that they were oblivious to some things. When you look over at the Vegas, however, Mr. and Mrs. Vega both sent you a disapproving look. The other families followed.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were in over your head at that point. Was it a mistake bringing JJ to this event?

The servers came out and made their rounds at the tables, setting bowls of water in front of everyone.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” JJ piped, taking his dessert spoon to sip water from the finger bowl.

“JJ,” you yelled-whispered as guests continued to stare.

“What?” he chided back with an attitude, completely unaware of his surroundings.

“The water is for your fingers.”

His face shot up from the bowl and scanned the room at people dipping their fingers into their respective bowls. “Oh shit,” he sputtered as your entire table tried to hide their snorts.

When the food finally came out, it didn’t really get any better. Baked chicken was on the menu and, well, JJ was the only one in the room who didn’t use a fork and knife. Everyone stared at him incredulously as he used his hands to gobble up his plate. Though, the boy didn’t seem to notice any of the baffled eyes.

Attempting to shield your red face, you continued to take tiny bites from your food, hoping the next hour would go by fast.

You hoped too soon.

As soon as JJ was done eating, he let out a loud belt to where the tables around you could hear. Warren high-fived him. At least someone got a kick out of it. You, along with the rest of the guests, had nothing but revolt on your faces.

Once the plates were cleared, the servers brought out creme brûlée for dessert. You were grateful it was something semi-clean to eat. JJ seemed to get a knack out of all the food. He even leaned over to you with his mouth full and muttered, “This food is fantastic! My compliments to the chef.”

You half-smiled back in embarrassment and took a spoon-full of your dessert. Thankfully, your mom waltzed over when you were half-way through to ask for your help carrying in the posters and stands from the lobby that displayed all the charity and donation information.

Immediately, you rose and scattered out, away from all the the dense room.

At the front, you began picking up the easel stands to bring inside until you spotted the jet-black locks of the last person you wanted to run into that afternoon. You almost dropped the large items in your hands when he came up to you.

“So, I see you brought Maybank here. Looks like he’s really enjoying himself in there,” Max commented dryly beside you. Mrs. Vega must have asked him for a hand as well.

You winced at the oozing criticism in his voice. It was the first time you had spoken to him one-on-one since the breakup.

”Yeah, we’re, uh, kind of together now,” you mentioned, lugging a display. He grabbed the two remaining and rushed to keep up with you, following you back in.

Out of nowhere, he let out disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, y/n, you and Maybank?”

Taken aback by his brashness, you stopped right before the ballroom doors, frowning. “Yeah,” you shot back sternly, “Why not? I get along with him fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me. The guy’s a total tool. I’ve told you that from the beginning. Trust me, I know.”

“Know what? What’s good for me?” you pressed, growing more and more exasperated at the sound of his deep and raspy voice.

It was sexy, no doubt, but just the things that were coming out of his mouth made you want to slap him silly. How dare he prance up to you in his gorgeous light blue Armani suit and tell you what’s good for you!

“I just know who you are, y/n,” he went on calmly, with not an ounce of anger present in his tone, “And JJ’s just not a good guy for you.”

You were seeping with outrage at that point. Hiking in a breath, you spoke with the speckles of tranquility you had left in you. “Well I appreciate your concern, though I hardly understand why you have any for me. But we broke up, Max. You completely lost the right to tell me any of that.”

With that, you furiously stomped into the brunch and set the displays at the front for your mom. Max looked dumbstruck as he trailed behind. But you didn’t care.

“Everything okay? Did something happen with Vega?” JJ asked when you got back to your seat. You remained silent. It was the only way to keep yourself from screaming.

It was all too much— the piercing stares, the messy eating, Max.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you informed to JJ as he listened to another one of Warren’s football stories, “And then we’re leaving.”

Before he could respond, you were already racing to the bathroom as fast as your Jimmy Choo wedges could take you.

You needed air. And fast.

Bursting through the bathroom door, you heaved yourself into the biggest stall and flopped down on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much. The room was still twirling like you were on the Graviton at a carnival. Too nauseous from it all, you didn’t even care that you were ruining your new white Valentino dress.

You just wanted to hurl inside the antique-decorated bathroom but couldn’t. It was miserable. But at least the bathroom was empty.

All the seeming success of last night crumbled away with every disapproving look or whisper of the guests. And then Max— that fucking asshole. Your head was thumping endlessly as you felt the stress knots crawl up your spine.

What were you thinking? Maybe you were in over your head. No one was believing it. Not for a second.

Even JJ was terrible at playing along. You should’ve known it was just wishful thinking. You knew you had to throw in the towel and told yourself you would call it off once you found some way to stop the hot tears that were streaming down your made-up cheeks.

As you felt your breathing start to normalize, you slowly lifted from the toilet seat and smoothened out your dress. When the bathroom door slammed open against the wall, you immediately fell back down, wanting to avoid any form of human interaction for the rest of your life.

Titters and snickers echoed the air as two girls stumbled in, mid-conversation. They didn’t seem to notice you in the stall at all. Thank God.

“Would you believe y/n? Bringing that dirty Pogue here? She’s gone insane!” A nasally voice spoke by the sinks.

You scrunched your nose, trying to catch a glimpse of their shoes from the opening underneath the stall. You nearly puked. Nameless brand heels? Unacceptable.

“I know! He’s so disgusting and that suit is just repulsive! Does she not have an ounce of embarrassment?” the other one added.

You didn’t recognize their voices, but assumed they probably went to your school by the way they knew you and JJ. A part of you wanted to charge out of the stall and drag their pitiful selves to the ground. But seeing as you were just recovering from a near panic attack, you didn’t have the energy. And they didn’t deserve your breath.

Nevertheless, they still went on.

“Ever since Vega dumped her for California girl, she’s completely gone off the rails. First the hair change and now she’s dating a Pogue like Sarah Cameron is. It’s so pathetic!”

“Seriously, train wreck of the year if you ask me.”

Train wreck? Pathetic? You’ll show them what pathetic is! Especially with those god-awful shoes. Do they have an ounce of embarrassment showing up here with that kind of atrocity?

You were seconds away from emerging from your ashes to put them in their place. But, lucky for them, they escaped before you could come out of confinement.

Huffing, you stormed out of the stall and towards the mirrors to fix yourself. God forbid you’d ever let anyone see you with smeared mascara!

Dabbing a wet cloth on your cheeks to soothe out the redness, you heard the creak of the door opening behind you and immediately tossed it into a bin. You pretended to fix your hair. Fortunately, the redness faded to a soft pink to look like blush.

Anya strolled in the bathroom behind you. Ugh, the cherry on top of the cake.

You faked a tight smile at her. She threw a cheery one at you, walking up the sink next to yours to toss up her bouncy, voluminous hair. “So, I thought you said that guy out there wasn’t you boyfriend,” she pointed out, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.

“Oh, psh, well you know,” you sputtered, not expecting the sudden inquisition, “One thing led to another that night at the Boneyard and it just kinda… happened.”

It was the first real conversation you had with her, and you wanted to hold your breath at the awkwardness. Anya nodded at your answer, puckering her lips slyly. “I just think it’s cute that you’re trying to make Max jealous.”

You almost did a double take. It was so subtle and smooth, her comment almost flew right over your head. “Excuse me?” you shot back, turning to the blonde-haired home-wrecker.

She didn’t even flinch a muscle at your snub expression, just continued to ogle at herself. It was menacing. Evil really did take form in Anya Carmichael.

“Oh, did I need to spell it out for you?” she blinked, “Y/n, you’ve been out of the picture. If you think showing up with that god-awful guy in his dad’s raggedy suit is gonna change Max’s mind about you, I assure you it won’t work.”

She crinkled her eyes in a hateful smile.

What was with people and their audacity that afternoon? Whatever was in their water, you were not about to have any of it. No one spoke to you like that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said blandly, wanting to get under her skin.

“Yes you do,” she snarled back, placing both hands on the sink in a threatening manner, “Look. Max and I are together now. You need to get that in your tiny pea-brain head. Do not play dumb with me. I see you looking over at him every five minutes. Get. Over. It.”

“Like I said,” you responded back in a fake-innocent tone just to push her buttons some more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anya. I think all the hairspray is really getting to your head.”

Two can play that game.

She narrowed her almond eyes at you and straightened up proudly. Even though she was way taller than you in her six-inch heels, you still stood your ground, blinking up at her tauntingly. At least your swanky parents taught you that much.

She scoffed. “Give it up, seriously. Using that guy to try to get back at your ex is just pathetic. Max was right about you. You’re just a shallow virgin with a handbag.”

With that, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and strutted out the door. Your blood was boiling, having half a mind to go out there and rip the bottled-blonde right off her head. You should’ve known it was all an act!

Fuming, you treaded back to the brunch table, your face doing a complete one-eighty once you stepped through the doors. A lady never showed her seething anger underneath.

JJ spotted you and promptly stood up, snatching your purse, and getting ready to leave.

“Sit,” you demanded, pushing him down by the shoulder so his ass plopped back firmly on the chair. The look of utter shock flashed on his face, but he just took it.

“I’m feeling better now. We’re staying,” you informed as if you were a commander at war. You glanced over at the Vegas’ table where Anya hung her arm proudly on Max’s bicep as he made some joke to his table. She threw over a glare at you. No one but you noticed.

You draped an arm on one of JJ’s ridiculously large shoulder pads, nuzzling your nose to his neck. He was still as confused as ever though, but still went along with it, digging his fork into your half-eaten dessert which he later finished.

If Anya wanted a war, you’ll give her one. May the best bitch win.

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harrysbbby · 4 years

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Don’t Forget Where You Belong - JJ Maybank x Reader - Part Six

A/N: please feel free to send me your thoughts! updates might slow down over the next week or so as I finish up my study, but after this week I should be able to update regularly but enjoy xx

Previous parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

You sat in the backseat of John B’s van as he drove along the gravel road. For as long as you had known John B, you knew that once he set his mind to something, there was next to nothing that could deter him. So, as you bobbled around in the seat next to Pope, you listened to him chase the trail his dad had left for him.

“I mean, it's obvious, right?” he said, head swivelling to speak to all of you, “A family heirloom. What better place to hide a message? He had to know it was gonna get back to me,’ he paused before squeaking out “right?”

“It’s possible,” you assured him. You could hear the desperation in his voice as he clung to anything that resembled an ounce of his father.

Pope shot you sideways glace before stating, “It could also be possible that you're concocting wild theories to help, you know, deal with your sad feels.”

He was twiddling with the compass in his hands as he spoke. Kie turned around in her seat to send him her most daring glare as you whacked the upside of Pope’s head, before snatching the compass from his grasp. He went to grab it, but you smacked his hand. He let out a small “ow” before rubbing the back of his left hand.

“Bro, you know how I process my sad feels—” JJ began to speak, sitting to the backside of John B.

“Oh, here we go,” you sighed, placing the compass in your lap as you piped up to hear JJ’s words. He frowned at you, before shifting his body to speak directly to you.

“—dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies,” he spoke matter-of-factly. You let out a sputter of laughter as you looked back down at the compass, shaking your head in incredulity. He turned back around to speak into John B’s ear, “that’s how I do it.”

“I'm not concocting, okay?” John B said forcefully, cutting JJ off, “My dad's trying to give me a message.”

“If it helps you believe, John B,” Kie said, but it wasn’t convincing. She just wanted him to feel better.

“Look, I-I don't need a therapy session, okay?” He said frantically.

“We know—” you tried to reassure him, but he cut you off.

“I'm not trippin' out.” He affirmed. JJ started to assure him his feelings were normal,

“t's okay to trip, bro, but—”

“Look, my-- my dad is missing, okay? Missing.” He said it with finality. Nothing any of us said to him would change his mind, but I already knew that. “You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering.”

His voice got softer as he spoke, the sadness evident in every word that came from his lips. You sighed, looking down at the compass.

“I know it’s been really hard,” your voice was barely above a whisper, careful to not stomp on the eggshells John B had laid down around you, “but it’s nearly been a year.”

His eyes met yours I the rear vision mirror. You knew it broke him to hear it, but you care so much about him, you didn’t want him to break even more by believing something that had the smallest chance of being true.

You cut off your eye contact with him, unable to take the stare he was piercing into you through the mirror. You looked to JJ who was sat opposite you. His shoulders were hunched as he watched the two of you speak. He sat up straighter as he turned in his seat towards John B,

“Hey, he could have been kidnapped,” that was his (poor) attempt to cheer John B up, “That's definitely a possibility.”

“Yeah, could be in a Soviet sub getting interrogated by the KGB somewhere.” Pope chimed in.

“Absolutely. Uh... or Atlantis,” JJ finished. You sat back in your seat as you held the compass up, inspecting it further.

“JJ,” Kie silenced him, “what do you think the message is?”

She asked John B. Your fingers danced over the carving on the inside of the lid.

“Redfield,” John B said, “Redfield Lighthouse. That's my dad's favourite place.”

So, he drove you there. As you pulled in front of the lighthouse the 5 of you exited the vehicle gathering in the clearing.

John B turned to JJ immediately, “Right. You're gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?”

“Wait... Why me?” He asked, offended.

“Because you're not coming,” Pope stated.

“Why?” JJ argued. Pope grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards him.

“There are independent and dependent variables. You’re and independent variable—”

“Shut up,” JJ started yelling over the top of Pope’s voice which only grew louder.

“We don't know what you'll do!”

“Shut up!”

“Listen to me for a second!” John B ceased their fighting. “Pope, you stand look out with JJ. Okay?”

The two boys huffed, but reluctantly nodded.

“And Y/N will stay to make sure you don’t keep arguing,” John B stated sternly.

You let out a laugh as you placed an arm around each boy, tugging them in closer to you,

“My favourite pastime is making sure these two boys don’t kill each other!”

They simultaneously grunted and shoved your arm off their shoulders. John B continued,

“If we get split up, we meet back at JJ's house.”

“Great,” Kiara confirmed as her and John B jumped over the small white fence and made their way towards the lighthouse.

“I'm gonna work on my merit scholarship essay,” Pope informed the two of you. JJ pulled a happy sack out of his back pocket (why he had it, to this day you still did not know) and started kicking it around, “and I'm trying to keep felonies to a minimum.”

“All right, would you just shut up already?” JJ huffed at him, kicked the small object with his feet.

Pope moved away from the two of you and back to the van, where he dug into his backpack and got out a notepad. You sighed as you slumped against the tree to your right and slid down it until you reached the leafy floor. You brought your knees to your chest as you watched JJ play with the toy.

“Why am I the independent variable?” he asked after a while. He sounded like a little kid who had been told off and sent to time out. You turned your eyes back to him, having to let them adjust to the change in light. You had been staring up at the sky, watching how the clouds floated slowly through the air.

You blinked a few times before answering him, “I mean, you did steal a gun from a crime scene and then pull said gun out on a public beach in front of many, many witnesses.”

You stared at him with your eyebrows raised. He took the happy sack and started throwing it in the air, in the most attention-deficit, JJ way he could.

“Right,” he responded, watching the object fly into the air and down again. You smiled light and shook your head as you stood up, brushing the back of your legs off.

“Come on Maybank, show me what you’re made of,” you challenged, swaying side to side in readiness. He smirked before kicking the happy sack to you, and you kicked it back.

You rallied back and forth a few times, before you heard the sound of sirens approaching. You missed the happy sack flying towards as your eyes pricked up. JJ turned around and you could see the police truck coming towards you.

“Shit,” you cursed, sprinting towards the van. Pope had already jumped into the front seat and started the engine.

“The happy sack!” you heard JJ cry as he ran behind you.

“This is not the time!” you called back as you got into the back of the van. He followed closely behind you and you slammed the door shut behind him. Pope took off down the dirt road as quickly as he could.

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It was later that day and Kie had called you to The Wreck. After, you, Pope and JJ had ditched the other two, they decided it would be a good idea to wait for John B at his house instead. You decided to drive back home but got the text from Kie just before you were there, so you diverted your path and met her at her family business.

“He kissed me,” she had just filled you in on what had happened at the lighthouse.

You let out a low whistle, “wow”

“I know,” she said, her brows creased as she moved around the kitchen, sorting things into boxes.

“Did you like it?” you asked her. You had always seen the way she looked at him, but the monotonous tone she used when she described the kiss didn’t support that.

“Not really,” she said truthfully. She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she put the items in her hands down on the bench. “I love John B, I really do. Just not like that.”

You nodded, understanding exactly how you felt. It was the same for you.

You heard the bell ding as the front door open and shut again and when you turned you saw Pope walking into The Wreck. You smiled at him, whereas Kiara went back to busily organising things.

“Come on, another “John B, figure out my missing dad’s coded message” mission awaits.”

You nodded, moving off your chair and back towards the door with Pope, however, both of you stopped in your tracks as Kiara spoke,

“You guys go ahead.”

“What?” Pope asked her. She stopped what she was doing to look and him and shrugged,

“I’m not going.”

You and Pope exited through the door, you continued towards the van, nearing where JJ was resting from the passenger window.

“She’s not coming!” Pope called down to the two boys.

“Why not?” JJ asked – “Shit – “What'd you do to her, John B?”

As you reached the outside of the passenger door, John B opened his own door, getting out to move inside.

“Hang on. I'll deal with it,” he quickly sprinted inside, and passed Pope who came to meet you at the van.

“What was that all about?” he said, pointing back over his shoulder at a frantic John B who had just flung the door to The Wreck open.

“He kissed her,” you told them.

“He WHAT?!” JJ exclaimed, sitting up in his seat and leaning out the window to look at you. Pope’s mouth hung open in shock.

“He kissed her,” you repeated, “but she wasn’t into it! That’s all I know,” you said, arms raised in surrender as the two guys begged for more answers with their eyes.

The three of you shut up hastily as John B and Kie exited The Wreck. He quickly made his way into the van. Kiara made her way through the back, head down, refusing to look at any of you. Pope and JJ made eye contact and began snickering. You rolled your eyes at their childish antics. You grabbed Pope’s head and shoved him into the back. JJ was still giggling, so you reached forward and flicked his forehead. He sent you a dirty look, which was meant only by your air kiss and wink. You slid into the back of the van and John B started to navigate once again.

It was nightfall by the time you reached the cemetery.

“This place is scary,” Kiara commented as the five of you waded through the grass and headstones with the little light your flashlights provided.

“John B, what are we doing here?” you asked him, looking around at the spiderwebs that dangled eerily close from the trees.

“Shut up,” he hushed you all, “You know how you're trying to remember a song and can't remember who sings it?” he began what you guessed was going to be a very long-winded and confusing analogy.

“I guess,” you replied sceptically.

“So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it's not a place,” he came to a halt in front of a large tombstone. Across the top in large letters read ‘REDFIELD’, “It's a person.”

“Voi-effing-là,” JJ commented in disbelief.

“See, my great-great-grandmother Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.”

“Ahhh, I see,” you said, taking in the large structure. The three boys tried to push the tomb door open, you and Kie attempting to help:

“Are you pushing?”

“Yes, I’m pushin!”

“Come on”

“This door is like 700 pounds,” Pope said disdainfully, “It's not gonna budge.”

“We didn't come this far to get this far, all right?” JJ said, moving back to push on the concrete again.

From within the gap, a on object slithered out, making threating hissing noise.

“That's a moccasin, all right,” JJ identified the snack, “Ye olde Dr. Cottonmouth, death in tall grass”

You squeal as the snake weaved its way around you and into the tall grass.

“Woof, woof, woof!” JJ was stood next to you, leaning down barking at the snake.

You whacked his chest,

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re gonna wake the freaking dead, man!” Pope yelled.

“They’re afraid of dogs,” JJ stated, looking between you and Pope. You pinched your eyebrows together, pressing him to say more, “everyone knows that.”

He said it as if you were stupid. You shook your head and shoved him lightly out of the way, but he grabbed your shoulders holding you back against his chest.

“What?” you huffed.

“If there's one, there's probably dozens,” he said.

“What?” Pope asked.

“All around,” he kept one arm situated around the front of your body and used his other hand to wave it through the air, flashing a smile at Pope as he teased him. Your body swayed with him.

“Stop, you’re scaring me,” Kie’s timid voice shook.

JJ started barking again, leaning around you direct his voice towards the ground.

“Stop barking at the snakes,” John b reprimanded.

“Look, John—” Pope started but JJ cut him off,

“Just making sure it's clear—”

“—Shut up! John, look—”

“—it’s a snake.” You lifted your arm backwards to whack JJ’s chest. You chuckled as you shushed him, his arm remaining around your body, you back flush against his chest.

“We’re not gonna get in there,” Pope finally got out, “It's not budging”

You inspected the tombstone. The door was missing a large chunk and the gap was covered by overgrown plants, but it could probably fit a small human…

“We should probably just go,” Pope suggested, but you spoke up.

“I can get through.”

“What?” John B said

“Yeah, what?” JJ echoed, his grip tightening on you as he bent around you to get a look at your face. You were still staring at the human sized hole.

“No, no, no, no. You think you're gonna fit through the hole?” John B asked.

“Yeah I totally could.”

“Y/N”

“This is about your dad John B,” you said, looking directly at him.

“I’ll do it,” Kie spoke for the first time. You all turned to look at her, but she kept her gaze on the tombstone, “I honestly… I really don't believe in it,” she turned to face John B, “but you deserve to know the truth.”

“I’ll get those,” JJ said letting you out of his grip and moving towards the tomb to tear off the shrubbery. You felt a cold chill run down your spine as his body warmth left yours. They got the passageway clear.

“Give her a boost,” John B told JJ. He squatted against the wall, placing his hands for her to put her foot on.

“I'm gonna boost you, all right. I've seen it in the movies several times. Ready?”

Kiara handed you her flashlight before standing on his hands. Once up there, she turned to look down at John B.

“Remind me what we're looking for?”

“You'll know when you see it,” he told her.

“All right, on three,” JJ instructed, but Kie immediately climbed over and on to the other side, “Okay, never mind. Just forget about three.”

You heard her feet land on the other side. Before JJ had a chance to move, you stood on his hands. He grunted at the unexpected weight but held his position. You handed Kiara her flashlight, being able to just see over the wall. You remand there looking, only able to see what small light her flashlight illuminated.

“You alive? You got, like, a-- a heartbeat and everything?” John B asked her.

“So far.”

“That’s good,” John B sighed.

“I need some more light,” she said looking around. You turned to John B who passed you up one of the larger lanterned. You held it over the other side for her to see. You could see her eyes focus on something. You felt a smile tug on your lips as you spoke,

“Oh my god,” you said.

“Did you find something?” JJ asked, looking up at you.

Kie turned to you smiling, and you beamed back. She had found something.

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seems like the scenes between david and paul in prison were written not to give too much away, so that they could still keep us guessing about whether he's a good person at heart or if they want to turn him into a villain that would still make sense, I like how the actor is playing it not giving too much away atm, we can feel the real attraction to Billy but the 'pillar of the community' line makes us wonder if he's just using him for other devious motives

YES. thank you. this is exactly how i feel and why i’m so on the fence about if Paul is being genuine or if he’s somehow being sneaky. you could spin it either way but it did feel like a toe dip way way way back then. there’s that fine line between suspense and mystery and i’m... i gotta admit i’m eating it up but i’m also anxious about where we’re going. cos i like Billy but i would murder for Summer so.. anxious lol. and like.. don’t get me wrong, hope for the best, expect the worst is where i’m usually at w/soaps but the ‘he’s being genuine’ side of me is like ‘Mel, my good dude, why would he be conning Billy who has no money, has a daughter to look after so no money, and nothing to con him out of helloooooo no money.’ he’s trouble, and maybe he’ll cause Billy some stress, but there’s some real attraction there i can’t deny that.

is Paul a cinnamon roll too good for this world? fuck no. every time he’s a jerkface to his sister i want to smack him upside the head and scold him. is that part of the allure? absolutely, it’s one more Corrie trashcan fire to add to the pile :D more intrigue, more mystery, more soapy drama that involves more than just one family. hell yes bring it on i’m ready, gimmie that backstory Corrie

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sherrybaby14 · 7 years

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The Past Brings a Present Part Three (Finale)

This is for @multi-villain-imagines challenge!

I took the prompt: Catching up: We all have that one person, from the past we rather not meet again. But what happens if we do?

I did not go very heavy on the AU, really the only thing different is Negan’s past and we are in A/B/O territory.

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Once the laughing fit came to an end a sadness overtook you. You set up your nest, but even that act didn’t distract you from the ache in your heart. Tears didn’t fall, but you had spent so long trying to survive you didn’t have the time to focus on the loved ones you lost. It ranged from your parents to childhood friends you hadn’t seen in years.

Most people moved on with their lives, especially the other Omegas you knew, your parents were getting worried you would never find a mate. Memories of your mother threatening an arranged pairing and secretly wishing for anything to stop that. Of course in your wildest dreams you never thought the dead rising would be the answer to that.

You pushed the past out of your mind and tried to concentrate on the present. You’d been at this strange place for less than twenty-four hours, sold to an Alpha who had multiple times to take you, punish you, hurt you, but instead he was gentle.

Your lips twitched, imagining the way he grinned at you when you parted. There was no doubt you were trying your hardest to be defiant, going as far as slapping the man and throwing food at him. That sort of behavior was unacceptable for an Omega. If Negan was that sort of Alpha maybe the two of you were meant for each other. The twitch turned into a complete smile, your heart rate increasing. Maybe being kidnapped wouldn’t be the worse thing that happened to you, maybe it was the best.

The smile faded when you remembered how your ordeal ended. You were bought and paid for, no matter how charming Negan was nothing would change that. He was just like any other Alpha, seeing Omegas as nothing more than property. The fullness in your heart cracked and the sadness returned.

With a sigh you went back to arranging your nest. Biology was a bitch and you accepted eventually you would invite Negan to join you. He would claim and breed you. Maybe the two of you would get lucky enough to die of old age with a litter of children at your bedside, but you knew exactly what you were worth to him. Fifteen guns, weapons, food, and water. That was your literal worth to the man.

The sun was setting and you knew your nest would never get any more perfect than it was now. With a sigh you left the bed and walked towards the windows. There was nothing to see except the tree tops and the sprawling grounds surrounded with the thick fence. Some people were on the lawn and you wondered if they would be your friends someday. That made your heart ache even more, again being too scared and focused on survival to realize how lonely you were.

The elevator dinged open and you whipped your head to see Negan walk out. It was a shame that he didn’t find you under different circumstances, maybe then you would have given him a real chance.

“We got to make this quick Baby Doll.” He sped walked towards you, with a pile in his hands. “Put these on.”

He set the stack of clothes in your hands, they reeked of his scent. It was almost heavenly.

“We’re taking a little field trip.” He put his hand behind your back and gently pushed you towards the bathroom. “Hurry.”

You accepted escape wasn’t an option, but as soon as he mentioned leaving your mind went right to it. You sprinted towards the bathroom, not bothering to close the door all the way as you stripped off the dress and stepped into the pants. There was a belt with them and you adjusted it to your size as you pulled the white t-shirt over your head. There was a leather jacket that you slipped your arms into, covering the fact you were missing a bra.

The pants were too long, but you shuffled back out into the room. Negan was waiting for you and placed his hands on your shoulders before pulling out a red bandana.

“Don’t get any funny ideas.” He put the bandana on the top of your head and tied it under your hair, pulling the knot tight and smoothing out the fabric over your head. “Be a good girl for me tonight.”

His words sent chills down your spine, then his hand grabbed yours and started walking you towards the elevator. Your heart raced as the doors shut and you started your descent.

“No shoes?” You pointed to your bare feet.

“I don’t trust you not to run.” Negan raised an eyebrow and looked at you. “You’re not leaving my side. Do you understand?”

You nodded and leaned down, rolling up the pant legs until they were at your ankle. No matter what the man said you were determined to look for an opening. That was the best you could do at the moment and knew if you focused on the idea too much you might face second thoughts, so you directed your mind elsewhere. As your eyes scanned the Alpha’s body you chuckled.

“Something funny sweetheart?” He grinned at you.

“We’re dressed alike.” The only difference was the red bandana was around his neck.

“A man needs a uniform to make a statement. People respect a uniform.” Negan cracked his neck. “And you need to smell like your Alpha.”

His words made your cheeks flush and you looked down, trying your hardest to ignore your racing pulse.

“If anyone makes you uncomfortable, even looks at you in a way you don’t like, you let me know.” The doors dinged open and Negan grabbed your hand again, practically yanking you out of the elevator.

You let him pull you and tried to get a look at the surroundings again, but he was walking too fast. When he went straight to the outside your eyes went wide. This was even better, if you left his compound there would be a better chance at getting away.

A truck was parked out front and Negan walked around to the passenger’s side. He opened the door and you climbed inside.

“Child safety lock.” He pointed to the black peg and pushed it down before slamming the door.

Jumping out of the car would have been a stupid option anyway. You shut your eyes and inhale deep, the cab and clothing overpowering you with his scent, and damn did it smell good. He climbed in the driver’s side door and put the car in drive, not saying a word as the gates opened and you left his Sanctuary.

“Alright little girl, you’re going to see somethings tonight that might disturb you, but I believe that it’s necessary for you to at least get the gist.” Negan didn’t look away from the road. “If you don’t think you can handle it retreat is not an option. Understand?”

“Yes.” The last image of the sun vanished and you smiled. Nighttime would make it easier to run.

“Repeat the rules to me.” Negan turned off the main road.

“Don’t try to run, let you know if someone is making me uncomfortable, and retreat is not an option.” You planned on ignoring them all, especially the first.

“If anyone, regardless of what side they’re on, looks at your like prey they will be on the receiving end of Lucille.” Negan gripped the steering wheel harder, you saw his knuckles turning white.

“Lucille?” You didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You’re going to meet her tonight.” A big grin spread across his face. “She is very thirsty.”

You almost asked if he was talking about a vampire, but stopped yourself. It sounded stupid, but with the Dead roaming the Earth nothing seemed that far fetched anymore.

Negan turned again and you started down a dirt road. There were lights up ahead and you leaned forward, not understanding the scene in front of you. His car rolled to a stop and he flipped on the brights, not turning off the vehicle.

Without another word he got out of the truck. You heard him pick something out of the bed, but still tried to figure out what was in front of you. All you could see was a semi-circle of other cars, their trunks all facing you. The door opened and your concentration broke.

“There’s a good chance you might think you hate me after this, but trust me, it’s for your own good.” Negan held his hand out.

A shiver went through you, suddenly scared of what was on the other side of those cars. You scrunched your brow as you looked at his hand. Now the idea of escape seemed secondary, maybe you should have been more scared about what he had in mind.

“Limited on time Doll.” He reached out and grabbed your wrist, bending down and flipping you over his shoulder as he lifted you out of the car.

You hung upside down and saw the silhouettes of people in the headlights of the other vehicles. What the fuck was going on? Was this some sort of Alpha show? Was he about to mate you in front of a crowd? You let out a whimper at the thought.

“Don’t forget to breath Baby.” Negan’s hand was around your thighs. “It will be over soon.”

“No.” You let out a sob. “Please don’t.”

You started to wiggle against his shoulder, trying to slide off, but his grip was too tight.

“Be good.” He squeezed you tighter.

Panic filled you as you glanced to your left, wondering if you could smack him in the head. Then you saw what was slung over his other shoulder: a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. For such a simple weapon it made you shriek.

There was a shuffle and you knew heads were turning towards you. With all your strength you lifted your stomach, arching your back and trying to stand up in his arms.

“Don’t worry boys!” Negan yelled. “My Omega just saw Lucille for the first time. Women always get a little jealous of each other.”

Negan dropped down, setting you on your bare feet. You were facing the opposite direction from him and the vision was more than you can take. At least ten men were standing on the cars with their weapons drawn, all looking like they were pointed right at you. The image frightened you into silence, unsure what to do, but the forest wasn’t still. You heard other people sobbing. Then you noticed, nobody with a weapon drawn was looking at you.

Negan gripped your shoulder and spun you around. The fear was so heavy it took a moment to adjust, then you noticed seven people on their knees. Each of them had a person gripping on to their collars, keeping them in place.

“Oh how rude of me. You all know Meg here, as you affectionately called her.” Negan kissed you on the head before lifting the bat. “Don’t worry, by the end of the night you will be even more familiar with Lucille.”

~~~

“You bought me.”

Negan recognized the deep pain in your eyes as soon as you said the words to him. He left right then, knowing he had to prove you wrong.

Every bit of logic told him not to bring you tonight, that you were an Omega, couldn’t handle this level of violence. But you were different. He recognized that and the only way the two of you could start a life together was with blunt honesty. He was happy Simon left with the search party since the other Alpha would have attempted to talk him out of it.

Your shaking form next to him was causing him doubts, but there was no way he would let that show in front of his men.

“Sharkey…we’re cool.” Reggie’s face was covered in tears. “We have a past brother.”

“The name is Negan.” He was hesitant to let you go, but he needed to make a scene and you were too scared to try and run at the moment. “And it’s a new world. Nobody has a past anymore.”

He slid his arm off of your shoulders and started walking the line up, making sure to swing Lucille with each step.

“Instead of building a better future you people want to live in the Stone Age.” Negan stopped in front of one of them and shoved the end of Lucille in her face. “Kidnapping Omegas, almost killing them, and then thinking you can sell them. Nobody is for sale in my future.”

“Shar…Negan, please.” Reggie looked up. “We’re just trying to survive.”

“At the expense of the little people?” Negan stalked towards him. Lucille went under his chin and Negan pulled up hard, making sure one of her wires went into Reggie’s chin. “No. You’re trying to exploit. And with MY OMEGA.”

Negan glanced behind him, you were in the same place, your eyes glued to Reggie. He gave you a wink and he thought he saw a smile. It vanished right away, maybe even in his head, but it filled him with purpose again.

He yanked Lucille away from Reggie’s chin, causing a little blood splatter but nothing that would seriously harm the man.

“You’re all going to die tonight.” Negan continued to walk. “I don’t want scum like you alive in my future.”

“But we told you where the other Omegas are!” A Beta female in the line up cried.

“And I’ve sent teams to check on them with pretty strong instructions.” Negan grinned at the woman, disappointed in her the most. “You disgust me, not an ounce of sympathy for your own gender.”

“Meg would have died in that attack eventually if we hadn’t found her,” Reggie yelled. “We saved her! All the other Omega’s are with good Alphas too.”

“You sold her to a man you knew as a pimp.” Negan raged. “A real humanitarian. And that’s not her name. Darling you want to enlighten them?”

He held his free arm back towards you. There was no response, but he looked back at you. He half expected a shaking girl, but instead you had your shoulders rolled back, chin held high, and pure rage in your eyes.

“MMmmm MMM!” He had to pull his eyes away. “I think my Omega is eager to get to the end of the show, but I’ll tell you what. I’m going to leave one of you alive. I need you to spread to word, what happened here tonight. What will happen again if ANYONE ANYWHERE EVER TRIES TO SELL ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!”

All of them started screaming and begging at the same time, just as he expected. They weren’t a team. Only a bunch of low-lives who banded together.

“Normally, I like to play a little game to pick the big winner, but I’m not in the mood.” Negan pulled Lucille back and walked towards you. “Light em up.”

He heard the gun fire simultaneously, the six members of Reggie’s team taking a bullet in the head. A smile spread across his face as he reached you, sliding his hand around your shoulder and leaning Lucille in between the two of you.

Reggie was shaking, looking at the dead bodies on all sides of him.

“I told you I didn’t buy you.” Negan leaned his face next to your ear and breathed in.

Your scents were mingled together with his clothing, but it was wearing off. Between that and the gunfire he needed to get you out of here before Roamers showed up. Before he pulled away you turned to look up at him. There was genuine happiness in your eyes and it stilled Negan. Everything you did surprised him.

Then you went up on your tiptoes and placed your lips on his. Electricity flowed through him with the small peck. It couldn’t have lasted more than two seconds, but it stunned him all the same. Enough that he didn’t notice you steal Lucille away.

He looked up as you brought her over your shoulder, swinging down as hard as you could straight into Reggie’s skull.

“Fuck….you.” Reggie got the words out as you yanked Lucille out of his head.

“That’s not my name.” You stood in front of the man as he crumbled to the ground.

All of the Saviors were quiet. Most of them thinking you had disobeyed an order, but Negan had never been more proud.

“I stand corrected.” He walked forward and put his arm around you again. “It looks like my ladies are going to get along just fine.”

~~~

The drive back was quiet. You didn’t have anything to say. You were raised on the cliché ‘actions speak louder than words’. It appeared Negan had the same philosophy. He really was your Alpha and you intended to show him.

When you arrived through the gates he killed the engine and turned to look at you.

“Was that your first kill?” There was concern in his eyes.

You glared at him, not trying to hide the lust that flowed off of you. It certainly wasn’t your heat, because you were too in control of the desire. He gulped and nodded.

“Look Baby Doll…”

“It’s Y/N.”. You reached out and grabbed his leather jacket, then pulled him close to you, slamming your lips against his.

Both of you parted your mouth at the same time and your tongues fought against each other for dominance, causing the slick between your legs to gush even more. Negan let out a growl and pulled you out of your seat on top of him. You straddled him as his hands moved to your back. There was no time to waste as you started to rock against him, giving you no doubt his cock was even larger than his personality.

One of his hands vanished and the door to the truck opened. He lifted you out of the cab as you wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he ran inside. You paid no attention to anything expect the kiss and moving your body, never having felt desire like this before.

“Do you need your nest?” Negan broke from the kiss and you started attacking his neck.

“It’s not my heat.” You managed to get out as you took in the saltiness of his skin.

“Oh yes it is.” He grabbed your hair and tilted your head back. “It’s coming on hard.”

Your chest heaved, so hungry for the Alpha. You locked eyes with him and let out a moan. Your head clouded, just needing his cock inside of you, wanting to feel the knot. Then you felt the fire in your body. Negan was your Alpha, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

The nest you made just for him was too tempting. You nodded your head and he went for the elevator. Pinning you against the doors and almost falling inside as they opened. He set you down and you wasted no time stripping off your jacket before pulling his down. He turned the key as you pulled his white t-shirt over his head.

Then his lips were on yours again and the heat between your legs grew more powerful. You tried to clench your thighs together, but it gave you no relief. Negan kicked off his shoes and then started on his belt. You wanted to fill his bare skin against yours and were naked in seconds, glad for the lack of undergarments.

The two of you continued to kiss as you pushed your breasts against his chest, he felt so right it made you whine. Finally he pushed down his boxers and joined you in your nudity.

“Don’t worry Omega. We’re almost there.” He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up again.

“Please.” You tried to kiss him again, but you could feel his rock hard cock underneath you, upset he hadn’t speared you already.

He responded by bouncing you upwards so your chest was leave with his mouth. He brought one nipple into his mouth and you through your head back with a gasp as he sucked in the tiny bud. It made you squeal and try to pull away, not needing any foreplay, but his hand was on your back, keeping your tender pebble in his mouth.

“I need you…” This was the longest elevator ride ever. “Need you inside me.”

A flush of heat spread through you. The elevator dinged open and Negan’s teeth bit down, making you scream as he ran onto the floor.

He practically flung you onto your nest, but didn’t come down with you. He stood over you, his nude form causing your thighs to coat in more stickiness. The Alpha was flawless, he was made for you.

“Spread your legs for me Omega.” He bit his lip and then ran his tongue out, making you shake.

“Fuck me!” You did as he asked.

He ran his hand up your slit and stopped his fingers at your clit, then started rubbing. You cried out and lifted your hips into his palm.

“You’re the most beautiful sight in the universe Y/N.” Negan continued to rub as you rocked your hips against him.

It didn’t take long for you to get into a rhythm and the spiral to form in your core. You panted and moaned, needing the release that was at his fingertips. The orgasm washed over you, causing sparks to shoot across your body, but the pleasure brought no satisfaction and you let out a cry as more of your wetness gathered between your legs.

“Not enough.” You reached for his shoulders, but he moved back.

The passion and lust mixed with his motions caused your temper to flare.

“What’s wrong little Omega?” Negan’s eyes looked possessed.

You knew what you needed and didn’t want to play a game.

“It’s my job to build the nest. It’s your job to fuck me in it.” You turned onto your stomach and went up on your hands and knees, presenting yourself for him. “Alpha. Your Omega needs you.”

The bed dipped behind you and hands touched your hips, you arched your back even more, lifting your ass in the air.

“Does my Omega have any other demands?” Negan lined up at your entrance.

“Knot me. Claim me.” You tried to move yourself backwards, but he moved too.

A cry escaped your lips as your head dropped. This was torture.

“Such a bossy lady.” Negan rubbed his tip on your entrance.

“Please!” You pressed your head to the pillow. “I’ll be your good girl. Forever.”

With that he plunged inside of you. There was no need to warm out as your cunt took in his gigantic cock. The relief it brought could not be described as your body shook, needing him more than you needed oxygen.

“What my good girl wants, my good girl gets.” Negan pulled out almost all the way and started plowing into you.

You were screaming with pleasure, each thrust bringing you something more than any orgasm you’d ever felt before. You clutched the blanket and bit down as he moved in and out of you. As if each pump brought you to a higher pleasure he started shortening his thrusts.

Instead of a coil forming in your stomach, one began for your entire body. You tightened down, unsure how to handle the experience.

“You’re taking your Alpha so well.” Negan pushed into you and the base of his cock swelled.

Your body tightened even more, making you cry out and clench the blankets more. His knot grew inside of you, causing you to become all to aware of the relief it would bring. Needing his pleasure you tried rocking against him. He put pressure on your lower back, stilling you.

“This is your Alpha’s job.” He leaned over your back, his head at your ear. “Be a good Omega and enjoy.”

You stopped moving and then his knot slid inside of you. The spiral inside of you Burt with euphoria as your Alpha exploded inside of you, locking you together. Tears flowed as you could not comprehend the pleasure moving through your veins.

Black dots covered your vision and your mind went to another place where the only thing that mattered was Negan. If everyone else died but the two of you, you no longer cared.

A sharp pain exploded in your neck and you screamed, your arms shooting forward, as if they were capable of pulling away. His teeth dug into you, leaving his claim. Even with the pain you tilted your head welcoming it, knowing you would never want or need anyone but him again.

Your body collapsed and he fell on top of you before turning you onto your side. A blanket was pulled over you as the two of you laid locked together, conscious vanishing.

“You were never for sale.” Negan kissed his claim making your body shake.

His arm wrapped around you and you sunk into him. There was no past anymore, just the future. You looked forward to yours.

#mviwritingchallenge #negan x reader #a/b/o #negan smut #negans thirst squad #negans-network #twd fanfiction

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morgandria · 7 years

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It’s almost August now. The summer hasn’t been too hot, which is nice. It would be nice if our seasons matched our calendar, for a change, but I believe that’s pretty much the exception, rather than the norm. If I adjusted my Wiccan ritual calendar to match the weather, I think I’d have Beltane, Summer Solstice, merge Lammas and Autumn Equinox, have Samhain and Yule, and then merge Imbolc and Spring Equinox together. Our springs are short, and late. Our summers have started stretching through September. The leaves start turning at the end of August, but the heat doesn’t shut down. Our autumns get later and hotter every year, and there’s less space between summer heat and winter snow than there used to be. And I cannot emphasize how long winter is (or feels) here. It takes some mental gymnastics to work with the traditional Wheel.

However, even though we’re a long way off autumn, I have no problem with Lammas as harvest time. Grain and corn are ripening, gardens are starting to burst with tomatoes and vine fruits like cucumber and zucchini, and FRUIT. I love strawberries in June, don’t get me wrong, but I spend all year waiting for the stone fruits in August. The cherries are good this year. I finally got Ontario peaches at the market yesterday, and those glorious little yellow plums I always gorge on when they’re ripe. They were perfect yesterday. I keep hoping to see blue plums soon. Produce is on the smaller side this year, but they taste and smell good, which is half the battle.

Since solstice, I’ve been feeling The Morrigan’s presence very strongly in my life, especially in her aspect as Macha. It’s been a while since she’s been as present, so I have been trying to enjoy it and soak it in while I can. I can’t actually tell if She needs anything specific from me right now or not, but I am certain in the knowledge that She won’t be shy in asking, if that’s the case. Hopefully I’ll catch it without the need to be smacked upside the head with it.

We have a bunch of baby crows this year very close by, and they are in that really doofy stage of learning to fly maneuvers right now. You can hear them keking away at each other as they get separated and then join up again all over the neighbourhood. They are fun to watch. It seems like there are fewer blue jays this summer, though, and I noticed that the dove pair that sits on my fence is now just a single dove. :( My lilies bloomed hugely this year - all the rain in June, I think. The ones by our bedroom window are still going.

I’ve got Lammas to myself, as usual. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, although I will probably wait until the 8th to celebrate. I’ll catch the tail end of the full moon. I am working on a ritual intended for my coven, but I might try it out on my own first and see what’s what. I don’t often do that, but it’s probably better to work out the kinks on my own. I have a vague notion about blueberry buckle and baking a bread man as an offering.

I’ve been super-crafty-feeling lately. I have a stack of paintings I’m sketching out - I’m going to work in acrylic again for the first time in years. I hope I haven’t forgotten how. I am working on some matrix grids - I hadn’t realized how many, I have to do until yesterday. I did two in pencil crayon and then my hands said “Nope.” But I like noodling around in watercolours, so I’ll do the rest in that medium. I may experiment with some salt clay for some altarware - I just don’t know how I’ll go about what I have in mind yet. I may have to go to shopping and replace the wheat the rodents destroyed over the winter, and fiddle about to see if I can make some candleholders.

I guess I’ll end this with this: The Love Witch was a fun movie. Lots of amusing scenes in there for the BTW crowd.

#personal #blather #Lammas #summer #i want all the yellow plums

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enviromancomic · 5 years

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The Gardner

It was a beautiful sunny morning and the gardner took a deep breath of fresh air as he knelt down to do a bit of weeding and tidying up. Pluck, pluck, pull and pull he proceeded. It was a day to do so as it had been raining lately and the ground was nice and soft. A big grin on his face was evident as progress was moving like a knife through butter. Reaching a little deeper into the bed as our plant man grabbed for another bunch of unwanted growth he looked up quickly with an unsure expression. That expression turned quickly towards the realization that he had been hit. Fuck! Mother Fucker! AHHHHH!!! He screamed as he bolted down the back forty and up to the garage holding his arm. SON of A Bitch! I haven’t been stung for a long time, he said as he paraded and bombasted his way up and down the driveway holding the throbbing appendage. Jesus that effen hurts worse than fat free ice cream! The gardner blurted out as he started to recover a bit from the temporary insanity that had been inflicted by what must have been one massive bee. He figured it had to have been the size of a small school bus to cause this much distress. Afterall he was a tough and rugged outdoorsman (oh wait….outdoors person. Must keep the garden gender neutral).

The holding of the arm now more of a soothing rub the gardner tentatively made his way back to the sight of the attack. The pace of the anger fueled walk slowed as he rounded the bend and came ever so close to where the calm of the morning began. Strewn weeds lay discarded on the lawn, he looked. The wind blew and a gnat circled his ear which almost sent him right back down the driveway. Once you are hit with a bee sting you think everything that moves is coming for you. Peeking a little closer there was one wasp patrolling the area. The winged creature with dangling legs spotted the intruder and turned towards him readying for act two. Our gardner stepped back dropping a few more f bombs to make himself seem tough even though he was prepared for the 40 yard dash if needed. Deciding to retreat the gardner made his way to the kitchen for some ice and anti itch cream.

The next day our gardener walked back to the area of the scene of the crime and looked around to see if there might be some sort of nest. Yellow caution tape would have been appropriate , but there was enough wasp inflicted fear still lingering in his mind. Huh? He said. I don’t see anything coming from anywhere. It must have just been a one off coincidence. Continuing on to look to see if the daylilies by the back fence had started to bloom he passed. Through the gate and around. Nope. Prob still a few days off he said as he made his way back through the gate. Walking past the sting site once again our gardner definitely felt a little more tentative than usual and picked up the pace as he swatted at the breeze brushing up against his ear. Running down the driveway when the wind blows is chapter 2 in the tough guy manual. A few days had gone by now and our plant guy was out in his domain once again. He felt pretty good today and his memory of the insect invasion had all but left his mind. Rounding the corner he stood point blank in front of the scene. Nice! The Cosmo that I transplanted last week looks pretty happy. He said with confidence and a hint of cockiness. From the corner of his eye he saw a winged creature entering his air space. He was back to normal as he was an outdoors person and real gardener and nature’s creatures were ok with him. His confidence was back. He wasn’t gonna budge. In what seemed like slow motion he watched the insect come in and make a graceful landing on his arm. Before he thought “OH NO!” he was hit for the second time and running down the driveway yet again! Son of a Bitch! I can’t effen believe it! Twice in one week! What the fuck! The gardner now turned runner expelled as he bolted down the usual driveway grabbing his upper arm this time. Now doing circles in front of the garage our tough guy bit his lip in an effort to numb the shooting pain that was enveloping his arm. A bit more used to the reaction this time he screamed one more obscenity before launching into a somewhat sanity lacking laugh. Haha….doesn’t hurt this time you long legged bastard. He blurted out in an ill fated attempt to protect his manhood. There must be a nest! There has to be. There is no way. Twice in one week in the same area. There has to be. He thought. Making his way back to the rough part of the garden he crossed the proverbial other side of Tiger Lillies. Now deep in wasp part of town he gazed left right and around. Not a flying creature in sight. Oh come on. There has to be a nest. He said. Huh? Beats me. He said as he went inside to ice up his second wound.

The following week our gardner rounded the bend past the Tiger Lillies to the other part of the garden once again. Just a tad of reluctance, he surveyed the area. Looks pretty good. Things are growing nicely. He said as he continued his morning rounds. Damn. That friggin dragonfly garden stake has tipped again. It always does that he said as he reached in to straighten it for the millionth time this season. With a firm pull he righted the garden stake and then pushed down in an attempt to keep this ornament in place. A burning sensation was now coursing through his wrist as our genius gardner had been stung for the third time. As the venom coursed an F bomb followed with the throwing of said garden stake and an exit to you guessed it the driveway where recovering sting victims go to lament how a bug could bring them to their knees. This time he retreated right to the kitchen for the ice pack. Ice pack gracing the third sting site he said, “There is no way there is not a nest there! There fucking has to be!! I must figure this out. I must make the garden great again! MGGA!

His adrenaline flowing he marched back out there towards the scene of the repeated ego dissipation. Past the Tiger Lillies he went. The gardener looked with a bit more anger than he previously had. The MGGA rally had fueled his garden rage. He looked left, he looked right. Nothing. Huh? He said with some disgust. In his disgust he looked down at the garden stake laying on the ground. It had landed about 8 feet away. It lay upside down. Its face planted within the grass. He chuckled a bit at the humor of the whole situation. Mid laugh he happened to see a wasp fly out of the back of the head of the garden stake. No shit! They were in the garden stake the whole time. No wonder they kept hooking me up! I was literally knocking their house around. He said with a bit of relief because at least he had figured out the mystery. He continued to look in the direction of the stake as he could not just leave it in the middle of the lawn. What would he do? Should he nuke them? After all they stung him three times! He thought about it for sure , but decided that they are nature’s creatures and belonged in the garden especially given the recent decline in bee population. Ok. I must put the stake back somehow. How would I do that? he said. He pondered a few minutes as he walked towards the driveway of retreat. Ohhh….how about I take the mosquito net from my bed? I could wrap myself in it and then I will be safe from getting stung.

He marched himself upstairs with zest. He was determined. He removed the net from the bed and proceeded outside. He placed the net over himself and pulled it tight. Securing it with zip ties he felt confident. It was cinched quite tightly around his legs. This made walking more like a comical waddle. He waddled over to the stake and gingerly picked it up. He moved over to the area where it belonged and ever so carefully placed it back in the ground. Before he could finish the wasps began to show themselves. He continued nervously as the wasps swarmed a bit. Just as he finished he felt the all to familiar pain. He was hit! But how? The net! He attempted to run but the net was too tight. He waddled with an erratic speed around to the good side of the garden. He was hit again! Ahhhh! He screamed. He waddled faster to the driveway of retreat. His legs rotating in an erratic shuffle in an attempt to get away. His arms flailing inside the net. Smacking himself in the face he yelled, How did they get in! They have infiltrated the system. He screamed again. His erratic shuffle had come to a crashing halt as he fell to the black top. A group of kids had gathered and were of course now filming. Look at this loser he overheard them say. We are so going to upload this they continued. We are going viral with this moron. He had fallen in what was now labeled the driveway of shame. He was a Youtube star for all the wrong reasons.

Tommy Mic

#i hate wasps #garden funny story

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