the sound of his shoes slipping into the mix of wild grass and sand alerted her to his resurgence, thick lump in her throat swallowed quickly. the last thing she'd do was further embarrass herself in front of him.. let him on to what was on her mind. another nod was given, head cocked slightly ➜

gentle nod was given at his promise to meet her back at the van in ten, half cocked smile all but fading as he turned tail and ran at the possibility. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨？ she thought to herself, turning on her heel and making her way to their meeting place despite the internal battle ➜

i'm gonna put my head in an oven

in truth, the subtlety of his attempts should not have been lost on her.. the gentle touch of his palms and finger tips to her hip, the near intoxicated way he watched her speak.. if it had been anyone else, perhaps she would have seen it for what it was.. but it wasn't just anyone else.. it was ➜

come morning, she'd blame the way she hung onto every word on the liquor that coursed through her blood. if asked, she'd blame the way she lingered a little too close to him on impaired reflexes from the smoke that had filled her lungs.. and if confronted, she'd blame the way her free hand now ➜

awake and for what?

endearment was hidden as she rolled her eyes, scoffing at his dramatic little show. jj had a way of making her smile, making her laugh until she was sure she'd throw up, that no one else did. single hand shoved softly at his chest, sucking at her teeth in an equally dramatic manner... but she ➜

her own chest heaved with a mix of exhaustion and excitement, brown eyes taking in the sight of his dramatic show of exertion. if one thing could be said about jj, it was that he was a good time.. even when his plans were half baked... that much was evident by the lingering smile on his face. ➜

amusement was at its peak as he tugged her along, the warmth of his grasp sending a series of shooting sensations up her limbs, warming her chest before settling in knots in her stomach. laughter slowly subsided, feet slowing as the chilled evening summer air enveloped her.. a moment was ➜

toppers a bitch. his mama? a bitch. his girl? a bitch. a whole gang of bitches.

and if push comes to shove and only one is possible i'd prefer toppers bitch ass girlfriend.

rafe, topper, toppers little bitch ass girlfriend..

i personally would pay you for a handful of kook heads under my christmas tree. you could make a killer living.

i think, you could make a killing gifting pogues a christmas kook

please say rafe, please say rafe, please say raf－

@maybanks.bsky.social sunset in the cut had always been near overwhelming to kiara; the warmth of dissipating light, glowing as it cast over olive skin and summer bleached blonde hair. maybe it had less to do with the sunset and more to do with 𝘩𝘪𝘮． she watched, leaning against the armrest of ➜

ward cameron under the christmas tree 😅

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( feedback nearly deafens her ) jesus christ jayj, it's a microphone you don't have to scream...

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