I Just Saw Ur Post Where U Answer To Someone Who Requested A Dodge X Reader

I just saw ur post where u answer to someone who requested a dodge x reader

And literally I agree with them your writing I actually so good I’ll be honest I didn’t feel good yesterday I was a bit sad and I saw ur Connor x reader and it made me actually better so I love it so much plus you’re a really sweet person like I mean it and stand by that you’re such a good writer (and btw I’m the one who requested connor while the reader is on their period😭) and yeah just thanks you so much for making me feel better ❤️

okay now i'm crying you guys😭😭

i'm literally not used to this kind of attention to anything i write because people around me either get tired of my long ass fanfictions, the way i have a new wip idea every week or i guess they just don't have the time for it </3

i literally came here writing some short ass things because i wanted to tried out writing here for a while now and now i'm getting a few reblogs, some requests, not every day but more requests than i expected, and likes every day and that's just... wow. i've been working so hard and for so long to get my writing to a decent point so i could make people like me happy with their beloved characters and to make me in the process happy, either by fics or just short shots like everything i have posted here. i have so many projects and ideas and i would like to start posting long ass fics in here and go back to wattpad and get seriously started in ao3.

and you, thank you for requesting, especially that headcanon because I WAS ALREADY THINKING ABOUT IT IT WAS SO COOL HAVING ANOTHER PERSON TO REQUEST IT, and i hope you liked it and thank you thank you thank you for your support and love and good comments. it means so much to me for you and for anyone to criticize and tell what you're thinking about my writing and it really encourages me to keep going, so again thank you and i love you so much. like, i've only talked to you once and you were so nice and your pfp is great and i'm waiting to read your dodge fic! thank you for making me feel better and for giving me this opportunity of doing what i love, hope everyone keeps requesting because it truly makes me happy, because anyone can request as many ideas as they want, i'll do them!

right now i have a dodge request ready to come out in some hours and a riff request that will take me longer because i want to do that one right because riff omg you complex motherfucker.

thank you for giving artist this opportunity and praise. have a good day/night!!

I hope in season 3 we get some Rafe x a therapist

JJ Maybank x Reader: You'll be okay.

Words: 754

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: angst, angsty angst, jj and his shitty dad ( child abuse ), i guess kind of fluff but not really, uhm descriptions of injures/wounds.

Edited: no hah

Summary: JJ goes to Y/N after a hard fight with his dad.

Author's note: This is kind of short but i felt like writing it because jj angsty content is something that attacks me too close. Reader and JJ are in an established relationship and words between parenthesis are text messages. Bold for JJ, italic for reader.

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The Chateau was attacked by the wind outside, a hot wind that made bodies damp and sweat because of the contrast between the two temperatures. No one could really escape it, unless you were rich and had an air conditioner or a fan that really worked, for the open windows only allowed the hot wind to enter the houses easily. That was summer on the Outer Banks, burning hot sunny days and sweaty but damp nights. 

You took your v-neck t-shirt off, in order to not choke yourself because of the head, finding zero satisfaction when your skin kept feeling as sticky and hot as it did with the piece of cloth on. Shifting uncomfortably on the sofa-bed in the living room, where you were forced to sleep because Pope had locked himself in the spare bedroom, claiming it, you threw your hand over your forehead. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down in order to fall asleep in the heat of the night. And then your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket and shot a short glance at the screen, paying more attention when you saw they were some messages from JJ. 

(Babe)

(Where u at?)

(chateau)

(u good?)

(Comin' overswehw)

The rushed ending of the text worried you but you held yourself from freaking out. It was difficult, though, because you knew he had been at his house and you knew how that could end. You picked at your nails, as you then again shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Now the head was your least important problem. 

(be safe)

JJ took a long time to arrive at the Chateau, and when he entered through the door you realized you couldn't blame him for it. 

A black eye, furious scratches on his neck, a trail of bruises through his jaw until they reached his cheekbone, and some bleeding knuckles. The look on his face was exhausted, overwhelmed and overcome with the situation, and you felt like crying when you saw him. He looked at you on the edge, both of exploding and of tears. 

"JJ, baby," you got up from the bed and took his hand in yours. He was as cold as a dead body and your own body temperature dropped ", I'll clean you up, 'kay?"

In silence, because he felt he would start crying if he talked, JJ nodded and let you drag him to the bed. While you searched for the first aid kit, he watched your moves while bouncing his left leg to relieve his anxiety. 

You sat down next to him once you had the kit in your hands, and gently caressed his hand, taking him by surprise and making him look at you.

"Cool, okay?" you muttered gently, to calm him down "You're safe with me now, J"

Again, he nodded in silence. Once his leg stopped bouncing so fast you started cleaning his wounds. You began with his knuckles, red, bloody and hurt. Then went up to the scratched on his neck, and jaw, ending on his lip, tearing him softly so it wouldn't hurt that bad. He still whined, whimpered, gasped, and sobbed until he broke down in tears, right after you had gotten up to take some frozen peas to sooth his multiple bruises and his black eye. Hearing JJ sob loudly made you stop right on your feet and turn around to look at him, your heart aching when you saw him hurt like that. 

"I'm so sorry, J" you murmured, forgetting about the frozen peas and walking towards him. 

You kneeled in between his legs and rested your head on his thigh, your hand going up to make his and lock your fingers together. He sobbed louder. 

"I'm sorry-" he tried to say, but another son came and cut him off. 

You shook your head "Is not even your fault, babe. You shouldn't be going through this and I'm so sorry you are"

JJ looked into your eyes, tears mindlessly rolling down his cheeks. His eyes asked for a hug, and you sat next to him in the bed and threw your hands around him, holding him close to your chest and body. 

"I'm okay" JJ whispered, nodding with his head, trying to convince himself about it. 

"It's okay if you're not, J," you whispered back, the hand that wasn't squeezing tight his went up his hair to caress his golden locks, which always calmed him down ", but you'll be. I know you'll be"

if you stan ans*l elgort get the fuck outta my blog.

in case y’all haven’t heard, ansel elgort is a rapist. i don’t understand how some people can call the brave girl who spoke up about her experience a “clout chaser”. what’s so good about publicly being seen as a rape victim? why would anyone want that? believe sexual assault victims.

GO NORA !!

Freight and Deceit

Dodge Mason X Fem!oc

Use of She/Her pronouns

Info: ( ) = test message, { } = thoughts, bold = Heather or background voice

Overview: Part one of this series, fixed it up a bit and gave it a name finally, and please support <3

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, underage drinking, blood (a little), and my writing.

Part Two:

Part Three:

@biqherosix

@bloodykora

@mikefaistandarianadebosestan

Every small town has a secret. Ours has a game. The losers stay here where losing is what we do best. The winners get out. In Carp, Texas, out is the only place worth going. That's why players risk their lives to win. But the game isn't meant to kill you. And it won't. If you follow one rule. Don't panic. The truth is, Panic started like a lot of things out here. Because it was summer, and there was nothing else to do. The games had always started right after graduation and lasted throughout the summer. All graduating seniors are eligible to play. Sometimes 40 players enter. Sometimes half that. But there is only one winner. Each year there are new players, new challenges, new judges. But the game has ghosts, too. We never have to say their names. They know where to find us. They know we aren't going anywhere. "And now what you've been waiting for... the graduates." Nora sat in her seat, patiently waiting for the principal to call out her name, fumbling with the bracelet on her wrist as she stared at the back of her classmates head, remarking on what made her like or hate them so much,

"Natalie Williams." Heather and Nora both ushered Nat to the front, the gleeful girl skipping to the stage.

"Bishop Moore."

"Don't trip." Nora teased, Bishop only scoffed as he walked to the podium.

"Heather Nill." The blonde walked up the stage, the brunette giving her a thumbs-up as she collected her degree.

"Nora Ramirez." She excitedly sat up as she sprinted to her diploma. Her classmates happily cheered her on.

--

The seniors sprinted out of the school as they went to greet their parents, Natalie being accompanied by her dad, Bishop talking with his father. Even Heather is accompanied by her mother and sister.

Nora pulls out her damaged phone.

(Where are you? You said you'd be here.)

(•••)

Nora waited for a reply, but the message just disappeared.

"Oh fucking come on." she groaned as she set her phone down.

"Hey, Nora." Nat hugged the girl.

"Hey, Nat."

"What's wrong?"

"They didn't show again." she pursed her lips as her friend rubbed her shoulder.

"Well, screw him. he doesn’t get to see how awesome you are." They both chuckle as they walk off to go find the other members of the friend group.

"There." Nat spots Heather. They both run-up to the blonde, Nora jumping on her a bit, taking her by surprise.

"Giddyup bitch, we're free!" Nat jokes.

"Oh hi." Heather smiles. Bishop fixing her cap.

"Okay, let's go I need to leave this awful place." Nora sighs

"Me too." they all laughed as they threw their caps into the air, like a cheesy high school movie.

--

Heather and Nora sat next to the campfire as Bishop brought them alcohol.

"Thank you." Heather grabs both cups, handing one to her brunette friend.

"What are we toasting,” Bishop asks.

"No more gym."

"No more gym shorts."

"No more gym excersices." The three laugh.

"Final collection." Ray puts his bucket out to Bishop. Nora slid over to put in a few bucks.

"Rules are rules."

"School's out, okay? I'm not even playing," He shifted uncomfortably.

"Think of it as insurance, it's gonna be one hell of a summer." Ray insisted.

"Yeah, I mean... Come on man, I'm not gonna play."

Ray grabbed Bishop by his arm aggressively.

"We're all playing, fucker."

"Ray just leave the poor man alone." Nora groaned as she took a gulp from her cup.

"One way or another, a dollar buys you a prayer."

"Ray, stop," Heather interjected.

"You want your money, I'm gonna need my arm back."

Ray laughed.

"I'm just fucking with you." He let go of Bishop's arm walking away.

Nora sighed as she set her half-empty cup down.

"Hey, a new toast. To global amnesia." Heather spoke

"I just set my cup down," Nora whispered as she proceeded to raise her cup to the sky.

"Nah, selective, there's a few things I want to remember." Their glasses clanked as they all took a sip.

"Ooh, what did I miss?" Natalie entered the conversation, taking a seat next to Nora.

"We're toasting to a future free of Ray dickhead Hall."

"Yeah."

"Ugh, that guy sucks," Nat complained.

"Remember when you puked on the 8th-grade field trip?"

Heather groaned.

"And he spread a rumor that Heather was pregnant?"

"And then you told the whole school that he had chlamydia." Nora laughed.

"No one messes with my girl."

"To revenge."

"Again? My cup's almost empty." Nora complained.

"Oh to Chlamydia."

”absolutely not."

"Oh no, I'm not toasting to that." Heather chuckles.

"Okay, I got one." Natalie laughs as she pulls out her diploma.

"What are you doing?" Heather questions as Nat throws the piece of paper into the fire.

"See, it's toast!" she giggles.

The three stared at her with disapproving faces.

"What? It doesn't matter because I'm gonna win Panic." She says in a sing-song voice.

"We're gonna win Panic." Nora corrects, the two high-fiving.

"Oh, I love this song." Nat sits up and drags the girl up with her.

"Come on, come on."

"Come on Heather." The brunette pleads.

"No, maybe later."

They all argued as Natalie brought the whole group to the dance floor, Heather having to be carried, dancing as if there was no tomorrow. Natalie bumped Nora's shoulder.

"What?"

"Look."

They both peered over to Heather and Bishop, the couple staring at each other as if they were in a trance.

"Aw." Nora cooed as she and Nat continued dancing together.

"Jesus, what the hell dude!?" Diggins yelled.

"I'm sorry man. my hand slipped."

"Yeah, onto a lighter."

"The thing is, uh, Dick-ins, everybody gets a little jumpy before judgment," Ray explained.

"Diggins." he corrected.

"Any word from the judges?"

"No, I'm just the emcee, okay. I'm waiting for the signal like everybody else."

"Well, I better hope it comes soon. You know what they say about idle hands. It's the devil's workshop." They lit the other firecrackers.

"Douche" Nora muttered as she went to get a second drink.

--

"Hello?" The brunette answered her phone.

"Hey, it's Heather. Can you meet us by the pharmacy?"

"Sure I'm on my way." she made her way down the steps of her house.

"Where are you going?" her brother's voice rang out.

"I'm gonna meet my friends by the pharmacy."

"Okay, be safe," he yelled as she walked out the door.

"I will!"

--

"Wait so he fired you?"

Both Heather and Bishop nodded.

"But you're the only-"

"Whoever actually does anything, I know!" The blonde complained.

They walked up to the front desk to see Nat.

“Give me two minutes“

“Hey, so are you sure about this whole, accountings thing?” He asks as they all walk down the isles.

“Uh yeah, when I get my associates, I can start clerking double what my mom makes hourly,” Heather explained.

“Heather, you hate math though.” Nora brought up.

“Accounting isn’t only math.”

“True, it’s also boring paperwork.” The blonde slants his glasses.

“Okay, fine. You’re a great writer Heather. I mean you should at least apply for a scholarship.”

“Well, they don’t really give out scholarships for knowing how to make shit up.”

“True.” Bishop gives Nora a disappointing look.

“What? I’m being realistic!”

“Hey, y’all I got a break!” Natalie hops in.

“She’s got a break!” Nora repeats.

“Let’s do it.” Bishop says as they walk out the back door.”

—-

“He fired you? But you’re the only one-“

“Whoever actually does anything!” They all answered.

“I’m sorry, Heather. Want me to poison him?”

“You know as much as that idea excites me, I do not know how we’d pull that off.”

“Well, I do refill his prescriptions.”

“And I watch a shit load of true crime,” Nora interjected.

“That’s kind of dark.” Heather laughs

The four got in line.

“Well, when we win Panic, we don’t have to worry about jobs,” Nat explains.

“What did I tell you, they’re serious.” Heather sighs.

“You guys should be supporting our very smart decision.” Nora whines.

“People died last year, Nora.”

“People die all the time.”

“Yeah, like in bathtubs, car accidents.” Nat continued.

“Oh, yeah. Especially when they’re walking blindfolded across the freeway.”

“I can’t lose either of you.” Heather falters.

“Hey, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Yeah, I’d haunt your ass.” Nora jokes.

“Besides, who is going to keep me grounded, when I’m a rich famous actress?”

“Yeah, and who will support me when I’m a top model?”

“Oh, I can think of three people.”

Heather stares at her friends.

“Alright so let’s recap. You are moving to Hollywood, you are going to college, and you are going on a road trip to New York.”

“And I’m gonna stay here forever.”

“Are you saying, you’re gonna miss us?” Bishop asks.

“Really?” Nora coos.

“What I’m saying is that you three losers are abandoning me.”

“Losers?” The brunette laughs as she hugs the blonde.

—-

The two ran in the freezing cold rain, Heather putting work ads in the mailboxes as Nora held the umbrella.

“Hey, someone will hire you, you’re super talented.” Nora comforts

“Thanks.”

They both walk into the half-empty diner, taking a seat at the countertop.

“Menu?” A tall man offers.

“Um, a coke please,”

“And you?” He asks

“Coke.” Nora smiles, as he turns around to fill both cups.

“Thanks.” They both say as he sets down the cold beverages.

“You’re um, Heather and Nora right?”

“Dodge.” He introduces.

“We know, you’re like the shiny new toy who just got put on the shelf.”

“Well, it’s been a year.” He lightly laughs.

“Everyone here has known each other since diapers, so the new guy is pretty big news. Nothing happens around here.”

“Right.”

“In fact, Carp is actually the capital of nothing. Nothing happening, nothing changing, nothing you want to see or do.” Heather rants.

“What about Panic.” Nora sparks up at the question.

“There is no such thing.” Heather lies.

Dodge stares at them with a blank face.

“Then how’d those two kids die last summer?” He raises his voice causing Nora to almost choke on her pop.

“For fuck sake.”

“Will you keep your voice down?”

“Oh so it is real, you know I thought that Ray was just shaking me down at first. A dollar a day, every day that school is in session. But then when I saw everyone else, including you, had to pay in…”

“So how does it work? When does it start.?”

“You wait for the judges to send out a signal. It’s different every year.” Heather explains

“ And what, we’re just supposed to wait until then?”

“Well it’s hard to rush judges when you don’t know who they are,” Nora sighs.

“Yeah I mean, we’re really supposed to kind of forget about it.”

“Why?” He asks.

“We’re not supposed to talk about it. The cops know about the game now.”

“You could get in some deep shit for just watching,” Nora adds.

“I don’t want to watch, I want to play.” He corrects.

“Desperate for money?” The brunette asks.

“You’re doing the same thing.” He shoots back.

They keep eye contact.

“Fair point.”

“So what happens next.” The doorbell rang as sheriff Cortez walked in, causing the teens to tense.

“Speak of the pig.” Nora mumbles.

“Hey.” Dodge greets as he hands out a menu.

“Miss Nill, Miss Ramirez,”

“Sherrif”

“Hola officer.”

“Dodge. May I sit with the cool kids?” He sets his hat down.

“Go for it.”

He sits down next to Heather, Nora tensing at the sight of the cop.

“Where’s your mom, Dodge?”

“She’s working the night shift, can I get you something?”

“Make it a root beer,” he orders, Dodge complying.

Cortez takes a look at the papers.

“Job hunting, huh?”

“Begging.” Heather corrects.

“Pleading,” Nora jokes, getting a jab in her side by the blonde.

“You know, I bet your lucks gonna change when they finish the warehouse. I keep hearing they’re gonna break ground any day now.” The sheriff informs.

“They’ve been breaking ground any day now since we were in 8th grade.”

Heather sits up as she collects her papers, Nora copying her actions.

“Well, adios.” The brunette waves, not breaking eye contact with Dodge.

—

“Did you see the fucking fireworks?!” The girl yelled on her cell, packing up her backpack.

“Get your ass over here! I need to call Heather.”

“Okay! Bye.” Nora kisses her friend goodbye on the phone, slinging her beat-up bag over her shoulders.

“Where are you going?” She jumps as her brother appears in her room.

“Jeez, you scared the shit out of me.”

He gave her a look.

“There’s a party, Nat invited me over.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“Drugs?”

“Most likely.”

“Will Diggins be there?” Ah yes Diggins, the only friend her brother actually trusts.

“Of course, hermano, now I have to go.”

“Stay safe!”

“Always am!”

—

“So you’re competing?” Diggins asked.

“Hell yeah, no problem with making a bit of money.”

“I don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” He explains.

“I’ll be fine, dude, besides I have you in my favor.” She chuckles as Nat and Bishop walk up to her.

“No Heather?” She asks. Nora gives a disappointing nod as Diggins stands up on the dock.

“May I have your attention?” He yells through the megaphone.

“Welcome to Panic!” The entire party cheers as they wait for the challenge to be announced.

“My name is Diggins, and this summer, I will be your host with the most. This year the winner of Panic is gonna take home the grand prize of 50,000 dollars!”

The crowd goes wild,

“Shit.” Nora’s mouth gapes open.

“Holy shit! That’s the biggest pot ever. Last year was only 30!”

“Guess we picked a good time to be seniors.” The brunette smiled.

“You all know the rules!” Diggins continued.”What happens at a challenge, stays at a challenge, so I don’t want to see any posting, tweeting, or gramming about it, no exceptions! Anyone found in violation risks losing game privileges!” He cautions.

“The first challenge is the jump.” The crowd looks up to the peaks.

“Remember kids, you want to go out and down into the swimming hole. You miss it, it’s gonna be the rocks that break your fall. Take the leap from the lookout, and grab yourself a hundred points, courtesy of this year's friendly judges, whoever they may be.”

The teens squeal with excitement.

“Let the games begin!” He yelled.

The people cheer and whoop as they begin lining up.

“That’s our cue,” Nat spoke, undoing her dress to reveal a two-piece bathing suit.

“You’re wearing a two-piece?” Nora asks

“Yeah, why?”

“Aren’t you scared it’s gonna..” she proceeds to make a falling motion with her hands.

“It won’t”

“We’re falling from like ten feet Nat-“

“You know I have the same suit,” Bishop comments as Nora takes off her dress as well.

“Wish us luck!” Nat asks as they turn away.

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

The two walk up to the booth to be met with Dodge.

“Sorry, go ahead” he pulls himself back.

“Thanks.” Nat goes up to get a number, as Nora stands at the back.

“I thought you were going after me?”

“Nah I’ll be fine back here.” She awkwardly smiles, letting the boy step in front of her.

“You’re scared.” Nat teases.

“Pssh, I’m just a bit jumpy.” Which was kind of an understatement on her part.

Nora watches as Natalie lights the flare, the cracking fire filling her vision.

She stares as her friend walks away to the mountains, fiddling with her fingers as she waits for Dodge to get his number.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit worried.” He comments.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine, I always get a but if anxiety before doing something thrilling.”

He sends her a nod before lighting the flare and walking off.

“Okay, Nora, you are lovely number 13.” Summer declares, writing the number on her hand.

“Take a flare.” Nora picks up the object and lights it, stretching out her arm a bit to not catch her hair on fire.

“Thank you.” She replies as she makes her way up the mountain, her heart beating in her chest.

The crowd cheers as Ray steps to the edge of the cliff.

“Contestant number one, announce yourself!”

“You know my name, Diggins! Your mom screams it every night!” Nora scoffs at the joke watching Hall jump off the hill with no fear whatsoever, her heart pacing faster.

The bottom cheers him on as he approaches them, making lewd gestures as a “victory dance.”

“The one and only Ray Hall is in!” The boy announces.

“Shit.” Nora shifted, the adrenaline in her body screaming.

She looked over to Nat who seemed a bit calmer than her, shooting the girl a thumbs up.

She watched as she made her way to the shortest cliff.

“Contestant number eleven, state your name!” The girl doesn’t reply.

“Look, you’re gonna have to jump or get down, because we’ve got people who want to get up there-“

“For fucks sake, Diggins, just give me a minute okay?!” She yelled.

“Natalie Williams, Ray of sunshine.”

She took a few steps back pacing her breathing as she held the flare tighter. Once she was far enough she sprinted, giving herself enough power to jump off the ledge, the cold water hitting her body almost immediately.

The ground cheered, Nat rose out of the water and looked up to Nora, shooting her a smile before going to retrieve a towel.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have another one!” Diggins announced.

Next was Dodge, he confidently walked to the first ledge but kept on going, seeming to attempt the second cliff.

“Ooh. Hot damn. Looks like we got a player trying for the high point.” The crowd whooped as Nora watched the red glow illuminate what she could see of his face and body.

“For all you virgins out there, a quick reminder: a jump from the high point will get you a 25-point bonus.” The brunette heard him speak, peaking her interest and adrenaline more.

She watched as Dodge stared down at the water, a solemn look gracing his face.

“Contestant number twelve, state your name!”

The teen didn’t reply. He continued to stare down at the pit, pursing his lips.

“State your name-“

“Dodge Mason.” He yelled, dropping down the flare before following it straight down. The crowd gasped as he hit the water.

“That’s player twelve! Making it look easy from the high jump! Way to raise the stakes, Dodge!” Diggins cheered.

Nora approached the first cliff, somehow the second one looked a bit easier, sure the drop was higher but the rocks didn’t really crowd the lake.

“Contestant number thirteen, state your name!” The ginger yelled. Nora hesitated, quickly deciding on whether she would willingly get hurt or walk away like a pussy.

“If you can’t do this-“

“I can do it!” She yelled back. Being a pussy wasn’t on her agenda today. She walked up the cliff, following in the same footsteps as Dodge.

“Ladies and gentlemen we have yet another contestant heading for the second drop!” Dodge looked to the teen.

Once she reached the second one she stared down at the abyss, the gravel rumbling under her feet.

“Contestant number thirteen, state your name!” He repeated.

“Nora Ramirez.” She replied taking a deep breath as she backed away slowly.

{You have done crazier shit than this, you don’t want to look like a pussy.} She ran fast, giving herself more elevation as she pushed her feet off the ground, her body hitting the water as if it was in slow motion.

The crowd cheered as she reached the ground, Nora running to Nat as soon as she saw her.

“That was so fun!” She squealed, not noticing a bit of blood trailing down her leg.

“Shit, Nora your leg." The brunette peered down at her knee, seeing a few scraps.

“I'll be fine.” She brushed it off.

“You two went for the high jump.” She spoke, Nora now noticing who she was standing by.

“Yeah.”

“Were you scared? Nat asked the boy.

“To jump? No. It’s the landing that gets you in trouble.” He explained to the two girls.

“You want a towel?” He offered both girls.

“I’ll take one.” Nora complied brushing hands with the stranger as she took the cloth, wrapping it around her wet body, and cleaning up the wound.

“Heather?”

Nora peeked her head to Natalie’s view, the blonde standing right in front of them.

Nora sprinted to the girl, engulfing her in a hug.

“You’re actually here! Why are you in a swimsuit?” The brunette peered at her clothing, a yellow striped one-piece covering her figure.

“What are you doing here?” Nat questioned.

“ I tried to call both of you.”

“Why are you in a bathing suit?” Natalie reiterated Nora’s question.

Heather stammered.

“I guess I didn’t want to be left out of the fun.”

“You’re gonna play?” Nat said sourly.

“After all the times you told us that it was a trap, that it was a con?”

"It is."

"Then why are you here?"Nora stammered wondering why Heather was now contradicting herself.

"'Cause maybe it's my only option."

"Only option, how? Heather are you okay?"

"Look, you're the one that said that best friends are supposed to support each other." The blonde ignored.

"Support not compete." Nat corrected.

"Okay, we can all play together."

" There is no together in Panic."

"It's you or me, remember? One winner only?" They argued.

"I mean, God, you can't be serious. You're scared of everything. I mean, you won't even get high with me. You can't even sneak into a movie theater. I mean, come on. You can't really think you're gonna win. No one is that dumb."

"Natalie, can you calm the fuck down for a second?" Nora hissed.

"Why? Everything I said was true."

"Yeah, but I've got nothing left to lose." Heather stormed off.

"Heather!" They yelled before Nora nudged Nat.

"Natalie, what the fuck was that?

The girl just scoffs as Bishop greets the two.

"Where were you?"

"I had to pee, okay? Calm down."

"Calm down?" Heather." Nat pointed to the cliff, leading Bishop's eyes to the blonde.

Most viewers called Heather down, watching as she stayed stuck in her position like glue. Every night, the girl made of dirt would talk to the wind... and the wind would only sigh. The girl was lonely.

"Contestant 23. State your name." Heather remained silent.

Nora walked up to the dock, stealing Diggins's megaphone.

"Hey, you can't do that!" he argued as he got pushed aside.

"Heather! You can do it!" She screamed, hyping her friend up. The crowd cheered and booed as they watched Heather stay in her place. That was until she started climbing higher.

Then one day, there was a storm. It rained for days and days. The water climbed and climbed, higher and higher.

"Is she doing devil's drop?" Nora mumbled, Diggins, snatching the megaphone out of her hand. Nat and Bishop yelled for Heather, but the girl didn't listen.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Heather? No harm in turning back, you've already made a huge statement..."

But the stone people were too heavy to carry. Then the wind spotted the girl made of dirt. She would be no problem to carry. The wind gusted as people called Heather down, pleading for anyone to get her to a safe point.

"Contestant 23, state your name."

"Heather, Nill. Heather Nill." She backed up just enough, and then she jumped off the highest point.

So the wind opened its arms. And the girl made of dirt turned to air... .. and flew.

I don't chase men but for Mike Faist I will pull a temple run