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đđ§đ đđĄđđ đŠđČ đŹđąđŹđđđ« đđźđąđ đšđ« đđźđ„ đđŹ đ°đ đđđ„đ„ đĄđđ« đąđŠ đ đČđđđ« đšđ„đđđ« đđĄđđ§ đĄđđ«. đđĄđ đĄđđŹ đĄđđ« đšđ§ đŹđđ§đŹđ đšđ đŹđđČđ„đ đđ§đ đŹđĄđ đ„đąđ€đđŹ đđš đđ«đąđ§đ€ đđźđ đŹđĄđ đđšđŹđ đ§đšđ đ đš đšđŻđđ« đđšđđ«đ. đđđ« đđ§đ đđŁ đđ«đ đđ„đšđŹđ đđĄđđČ đĄđđ§đ đšđźđ đŠđšđŹđ đšđ đđĄđ đđąđŠđ đąđŠ đ©đ«đđđđČ đŹđźđ«đ đđĄđđČ đ„đąđ€đ đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ« đđźđ đą đ°đąđ„đ„ đ§đđŻđđ« đđ„đ„đšđ° đđĄđđŠ đđš đđđđ đŹđš đą đ©đźđ đđšđźđ§đđđ«đąđđŹ đđđđ°đđđ§ đđĄđđŠ đđ§đ đ°đĄđđ§ đŹđĄđ đ§đšđ đđ«đąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đšđ« đŹđŠđšđ€đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đđŁ đŹđĄđ đĄđđ§đ đŹ đšđźđ đ°đąđđĄ đ€đąđ đđĄđđČ đđ«đ đđđŹđđąđđŹ đđĄđđČ đ„đšđŻđ đĄđđŻđąđ§đ đŹđ„đđđ© đšđŻđđ« đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđ§đ đĄđđ§đ đąđ§đ đšđźđ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđĄđđČ đđđ„đ„ đąđ đ đąđ«đ„'đŹ đđąđŠđ. đđźđ„ đŹđ°đđđ đđŹ đ„đšđ§đ đđŹ đČđšđź đđšđ§'đ đ đđ đšđ§ đĄđđ« đđđ đŹđąđđ
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đđđ€ đąđ đđĄđąđŹ đąđŹ đ đšđšđ đđźđ đą đĄđđ đđĄđ đąđđđ đđš đŠđđ€đ đđĄđąđŹ đŹđš đą đđđđąđđđ đ°đ«đąđđ đąđ.
đđđ§đŁđđŁđ : đ đđšđšđđŁđ, đđĄđȘđđ
đđšđź đŁđźđŹđ đ đšđ đđđđ€ đđšđ« đŹđźđ«đđąđ§đ đđ§đ đČđšđź đŠđđ€đ đČđšđźđ« đ°đđČ đąđ§ đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđ§đ đČđšđź đŹđđ đ§đš đšđ§đ đŹđš đČđšđź đ đš đđš đđĄđ đ đźđđŹđ đđđđ«đšđšđŠ đšđ§đ„đČ đđš đđąđ§đ đ đđźđđ đđ„đšđ§đđ đđšđČ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđđ "đ đ°đĄđđ đđ«đ đČđšđź đđšđąđ§đ " đđŹđ€đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ đ«đąđ§ đšđ§ đŠđČ đđđđ.
"đ đ°đđŹ đ°đđąđđąđ§đ đđšđ« đČđšđź đđš đđšđŠđ đđđđ€" đĄđ đ«đđ©đ„đČđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đŹđŠđąđ«đ€ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ. "đđŠđŠ đąđŹ đđĄđđ đŹđš" đ đŹđŠđ«đąđ€ đ©đźđ«đđđąđ§đ đšđ§ đŠđČ đđđđ. "đđ đđąđŹ đŹđš" đĄđ đ«đđ©đ„đČđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ©đźđ„đ„đąđ§đ đŠđ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđđ đą đ°đđŹ đ§đšđ° đšđ§ đđšđ© đšđ đĄđąđŠ đ°đ đđšđđĄ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đđ đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ« đŠđČ đđČđđŹ đđ„đąđđ€ đđš đĄđąđŹ đđđđźđđąđđźđ„ đ„đąđ©đŹ.
đđ đ„đđđ đąđ§ đđ§đ đą đđąđ đđšđš đđ§đ đđ«đ đ„đąđ©đŹ đđšđ§đ§đđđđđ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđ§đ đ€đąđŹđŹđąđ§đ đąđ§ đŹđąđ§đ€ đ°đ đ©đźđ„đ„ đđđđ€ đđ§đ đą đŹđŠđąđ„đ. "đ đĄđđŻđ đđđđ§ đ°đđ§đđąđ§đ đđš đđš đđĄđđ đđšđ« đČđđđ«đŹ" đĄđ đĄđđ đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ "đŹđš đĄđđŻđ đą". đđ đ€đąđŹđŹđđŹ đŠđ đ©đđŹđŹđąđšđ§đđđđ„đČ đŠđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ đđ„đąđ©đŹ đąđ đđđđ„đŹ đ„đąđ€đ đ°đ đđ«đ đđĄđ đšđ§đ„đČ đ©đđšđ©đ„đ đšđ§ đđĄđąđŹ đ©đ„đđ§đđ.
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"đđđ„đ„đš?! đđđ„đ„đš?! đ/đ§?!"
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"đČđđŹ đ°đĄđđ'đŹ đđĄđ đŠđđđđđ«"
"đđđ„đ„ đąđ'đŹ đŁđŁ đĄđ'đŹ đđ«đźđ§đ€ đđ§đ đ°đšđ§'đ đŹđđšđ© đđŹđ€đąđ§đ đđšđ« đČđšđź" "đđđđĄ đšđ€ đ'đŠ đšđ§ đŠđČ đ°đđČ đđ đđĄđđ«đ đąđ§ đ, đđšđ§đđČđđ«đ?"
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"đđą đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đ°đĄđđ«đ'đŹ-"
đđ„đ„ đšđ đđĄđ đŹđźđđđđ§ đŹđđ đ©đšđ©đ đ°đĄđš đĄđđ đ đđđ„đąđđŻđđ đ„đšđšđ€ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ đšđ§đđ đĄđ đŹđđ° đŠđ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đ©đ«đđđđąđđđ„đ„đČ đđ«đđ đ đąđ§đ đŁđŁ đđŹ đĄđ đđšđźđ„đ đđđ«đđ„đČ đ°đđ„đ€. đ đ„đšđšđ€ đđ đŁđŁ'đŹ đđđđđ°đšđ«đ«đČ" đ°đ đđšđđĄ đŹđđąđ đđČđ đđš đ©đšđ©đ đđ§đ đđšđĄđ§ đ đđĄđđ§ đŠđ đđ§đ đŁđŁ đŹđđđ«đđđ đ°đđ„đ€đąđ§đ đđđđ€ đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đ°đđŹđ§'đ đđđ« đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đđđđđĄ đĄđšđ°đđŻđđ« đđđđđźđŹđ đŁđŁ đ°đđŹ đ„đđđ§đąđ§đ đđ„đ„ đĄđąđŹ đ°đđąđ đĄđ đšđ§ đŠđ đ đ°đđŹ đđđ„đ€đąđ§đ đźđŹ đŠđźđđĄ đ„đšđ§đ đđ«. đ đ°đđŹ đŹđđđ«đđąđ§đ đđš đ đ«đšđ° đđąđ«đđ đđ§đ đ°đđ§đđđ đđš đ đąđŻđ đźđ© đđźđ đŠđđŠđ đđąđđ§'đ đ«đđąđŹđ đ§đš đđąđđđĄ đŹđš đ đ©đźđŹđĄđđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ.đđ đŠđąđ§đźđđđŹ đ„đđđđ« đ°đ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ đšđ đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđ§đ đđŹ đ đšđ©đđ§đđ đđĄđ đđ«đšđ§đ đđšđšđ« đŁđŁ đŹđ©đ«đąđ§đđđ đąđ§ đđĄđ đĄđšđźđŹđ đ«đđđąđ§đ đđš đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ đ đ€đ§đđ° đ°đĄđđ đ°đđŹ đ đšđąđ§đ đđš đĄđđ©đ©đđ§ đ§đđ±đ đŹđš đ đđ„đšđŹđđ đđĄđ đđ«đšđ§đ đđšđšđ« đđ§đ đ đšđ đ đ đ„đđŹđŹ đšđ đ°đđđđ« đđšđ« đĄđąđŠ.
đđ„đ„ đšđ đđĄđ đŹđźđđđđ§ đŹđđ đ©đšđ©đ đ°đĄđš đĄđđ đ đđđ„đąđđŻđđ đ„đšđšđ€ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ đšđ§đđ đĄđ đŹđđ° đŠđ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đ©đ«đđđđąđđđ„đ„đČ đđ«đđ đ đąđ§đ đŁđŁ đđŹ đĄđ đđšđźđ„đ đđđ«đđ„đČ đ°đđ„đ€. đ đ„đšđšđ€ đđ đŁđŁ'đŹ đđđđđ°đšđ«đ«đČ" đ°đ đđšđđĄ đŹđđąđ đđČđ đđš đ©đšđ©đ đđ§đ đđšđĄđ§ đ đđĄđđ§ đŠđ đđ§đ đŁđŁ đŹđđđ«đđđ đ°đđ„đ€đąđ§đ đđđđ€ đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đ°đđŹđ§'đ đđđ« đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đđđđđĄ đĄđšđ°đđŻđđ« đđđđđźđŹđ đŁđŁ đ°đđŹ đ„đđđ§đąđ§đ đđ„đ„ đĄđąđŹ đ°đđąđ đĄđ đšđ§ đŠđ đ đ°đđŹ đđđ„đ€đąđ§đ đźđŹ đŠđźđđĄ đ„đšđ§đ đđ«. đ đ°đđŹ đŹđđđ«đđąđ§đ đđš đ đ«đšđ° đđąđ«đđ đđ§đ đ°đđ§đđđ đđš đ đąđŻđ đźđ© đđźđ đŠđđŠđ đđąđđ§'đ đ«đđąđŹđ đ§đš đđąđđđĄ đŹđš đ đ©đźđŹđĄđđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ.đđ đŠđąđ§đźđđđŹ đ„đđđđ« đ°đ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ đšđ đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđ§đ đđŹ đ đšđ©đđ§đđ đđĄđ đđ«đšđ§đ đđšđšđ« đŁđŁ đŹđ©đ«đąđ§đđđ đąđ§ đđĄđ đĄđšđźđŹđ đ«đđđąđ§đ đđš đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ đ đ€đ§đđ° đ°đĄđđ đ°đđŹ đ đšđąđ§đ đđš đĄđđ©đ©đđ§ đ§đđ±đ đŹđš đ đđ„đšđŹđđ đđĄđ đđ«đšđ§đ đđšđšđ« đđ§đ đ đšđ đ đ đ„đđŹđŹ đšđ đ°đđđđ« đđšđ« đĄđąđŠ.
đ đŠđđđ đŠđČ đ°đđČ đđš đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ đ°đđ«đ đŁđŁ đ°đđŹ đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ đđ„đšđšđ« đ§đđđ« đđĄđ đđšđąđ„đđ đ đđšđźđ„đ đđđ„đ„ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđąđ«đđ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđđŹđąđđđ„đ„đČ đđŹđ„đđđ© đšđ§ đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ đđ„đšđšđ« đ đĄđđ§đđđ đđĄđ đ°đđđđ« đđš đđ«đąđ§đ€ đđ§đ đĄđđ« đđĄđźđ đ đđ đđĄđ đ°đĄđšđ„đ đ đ„đđŹđŹ. đ đĄđđ„đ©đđ đŁđŁ đźđ© đšđźđ đšđ đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ đđ§đ đ„đđ đĄđąđŠ đđš 'đĄđąđŹ' đ«đšđšđŠ đĄđ đđ«đđŠđđđąđđđ„đ„đČ đđđ„đ„ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ„đšđźđ đŹđąđ đĄ.
"đđŁ đČđšđź đđđ§'đ đŹđ„đđđ© đąđ§ đŁđđđ§đŹ."
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đ đ°đđŹ đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đšđ§ đđĄđ đ©đšđ«đđĄ đšđ đŠđČ đĄđšđźđŹđ đŹđšđđ€đąđ§đ đźđ© đđĄđ đŹđźđ§, đ đĄđđ đđđđ§ đ„đąđŻđąđ§đ đđČ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đđšđ« đđđšđźđ đ đČđđđ« đŹđąđ§đđ đŠđČ đ©đđ«đđ§đđŹ đ©đđŹđŹđđ đđ°đđČ đąđ§ đ đđđ« đđđđąđđđ§đ đ°đĄđđ§ đđĄđđČ đ°đđ«đ đđšđŠđąđ§đ đĄđšđŠđ đđ«đšđŠ đ°đšđ«đ€.
đđ đđđ„đ„đđ đŠđ đđŹ đ°đđŹ đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đšđźđ đ«đđđđąđ§đ đ đđšđšđ€,
"đđđČ đ/đ đđđ§ đČđšđź đđšđŠđ đšđŻđđ« đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź? đ©đ„đđđŹđ đ đ§đđđ đČđšđź đđš đđšđŠđ đšđŻđđ« đ«đąđ đĄđ đ§đšđ°!"
"đđ€đđČ đšđ€đđČ đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđ đšđŻđđ« đąđ§ đđđ§! đđ«đ đČđšđź đšđ€đđČ."
"đđđŹ đČđđŹ đ©đ„đđđŹđ đ§đšđ° đ đđ đĄđđ«đ đȘđźđąđđ€." đđ đŹđđąđ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đźđ§đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đ.
đ đ«đźđŹđĄđđ đšđŻđđ« đđš đđšđĄđ§ đ'đŹ đđŹ đđđŹđ đđŹ đ đđšđźđ„đ, đ đ°đđŹ đ°đšđ«đ«đąđđ đđĄđđ đĄđ đđšđźđ„đ đđ đĄđźđ«đ đšđ« đąđ§ đŹđšđŠđ đŹđšđ«đ đšđ đđ«đšđźđđ„đ. đ đŠđđđ§ đąđ đ°đđŹ đđ đđđđđ« đđ„đ„.
đ đ©đźđ„đ„đđ đźđ© đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđđđđź đđ§đ đ«đźđŹđĄđđ đąđ§đŹđąđđ đđ§đ đđđ„đ„đđ đšđźđ đđš đđ
"đđ đđ«đ đČđšđź đąđ§ đđĄđđ«đ? đđ«đ đČđšđź đšđ€đđČ?"
đ đŹđđąđ đ°đđ„đ€đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đ€đąđđđĄđđ§ đđš đđĄđđđ€ đąđ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđĄđđ«đ.
đđĄđđ đ°đđŹ đ°đĄđđ§ đ đ đšđ đ©đąđ§đ§đđ đźđ© đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đđĄđ đ°đđ„đ„. đđČ đđ«đŠđŹ đđđšđŻđ đŠđČ đĄđđđ đđ§đ đđ đđ±đđ«đđŠđđ„đČ đđ„đšđŹđ đđš đŠđČ đđđđ.
"đ đ§đđđ đČđšđź đ©đ„đđđŹđ, đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđŹđ€ đđąđ đđźđ đŹđĄđ'đŹ đ°đąđđĄ đđšđ©đ đđ§đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đŹđđČ đ§đš đđ§đČđ°đđČđŹ đđ§đ đ đ°đđ§đ đČđšđź đđš đđš đąđ đšđŻđđ« đĄđđ« đđ§đ đŁđźđŹđ... đ©đ„đđđŹđ." đđ đŹđđąđ đŻđđ«đČ đđđŹđ.Â
"đđ đ°đĄđđ đšđ§ đđđ«đđĄ đđ«đ đČđšđź đđđ„đ€đąđ§..." đ đđźđ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đšđđ đđČ đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đđšđ°đ§ đđ§đ đŹđđđąđ§đ đđĄđ đŠđđŹđŹđąđŻđ đđđ§đ đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđšđđ«đ đŹđĄđšđ«đđŹ.
"đđĄ đ§đš đđ đ đđđ§'đ đ'đŻđ đ§đđŻđđ« đđšđ§đ đđĄđđ đđđđšđ«đ đđ§đ đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đĄđđŻđ đ§đš đąđđđ đ°đĄđđ đ'đŠ đđšđąđ§đ " đ đŹđđđđđ đŻđđ«đČ đȘđźđąđđ€đ„đČ.
"đ đ€đ§đšđ° đ©đ«đąđ§đđđŹđŹ đ đ€đ§đšđ°, đđźđ đČđšđź'đ«đ đđđđđČ'đŹ đ„đąđđđ„đ đđđŻđąđ„." đđ đŹđđąđ đ§đąđđđ„đąđ§đ đšđ§ đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đšđđ.Â
đ đ©đźđŹđĄđđ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đąđ đ§đšđ«đ đđĄđ đ°đđ đŹđ©đšđ đđšđ«đŠđąđ§đ đđđđ°đđđ§ đđĄđđŠ.
"đ đ€đ§đšđ° đČđšđź'đ«đ đ©đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđđđČ. đđš đ đŠđđ€đ đČđšđź đĄđšđ«đ§đČ?"
"đđ đ°đĄđđ đąđ đŹđšđŠđđšđ§đ đ°đđ„đ€đŹ đąđ§?"
"đđĄđđČ đ°đšđ§'đ đđđŻđąđ„ đ©đ«đšđŠđąđŹđ đŁđźđŹđ đđšđŠđ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđ, đŁđźđŹđ đ„đđ đđđđđČ đđđ€đ đđđ«đ đšđ đČđšđź đšđ€đđČ?"
"đđ€đđČ đđąđ§đ." đ đŹđđąđ đđšđŠđ©đ„đđđđ„đČ đđ«đđđđĄđ„đđŹđŹ.đđ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đđđđđđĄđđ đĄđąđŹ đ„đąđ©đŹ đđš đŠđąđ§đ đđ§đ đ„đąđđđđ đŠđ đźđ© đđČđđĄđ đđđđ€ đšđ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ.Â
đđČ đ„đđ đŹ đ°đ«đđ©đ©đđ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđđđšđŠđđ§ đđŹ đĄđ đ°đđ„đ€đđ đŠđ đđš đŠđ đđđđ«đšđšđŠ. đđąđŹ đĄđđ§đđŹ đ«đđ§ đźđ© đđ§đ đđšđ°đ§ đđĄđ đđšđđđšđŠ đšđ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ đ đđ§đđ„đČ.
đđĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ đ°đđŹ đđźđ đđŹ đĄđ đŹđđđ«đđđ đđš đđđđđđ€ đŠđČ đŁđđ° đđ§đ đ§đđđ€ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđđ€đđČđŹ. đ đ°đđŹ đđ«đźđŠđđ„đąđ§đ đźđ§đđđ«đ§đđđđĄ đŠđČ đđđŹđ đđ«đąđđ§đđŹ đđŠđđ«đđđ, đđŹ đĄđ đ©đ„đđđđ đ°đđ«đŠ đ€đąđŹđŹđđŹ đđšđ°đ§ đŠđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ đđš đŠđČ đŹđšđđ€đąđ§đ đ©đźđŹđŹđČ.Â
đđ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ«đđđđĄđđ đŠđČ đŹđĄđšđ«đđŹ đđ§đ đŹđđđ«đđđ đźđ§đđźđđđšđ§đąđ§đ đđĄđđŠ. đđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đ„đąđ§đ đđ«đąđ§đ đšđ§ đŠđČ đĄđąđ© đđšđ§đđŹ, đ°đĄđąđ„đ đđ«đđđąđ§đ đšđŻđđ« đŠđČ đŹđđ«đđđđĄ đŠđđ«đ€đŹ, đ đĄđđđđ đđĄđđŠ đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đĄđđŻđ đźđ§đđąđ„ đ§đšđ°.
"đđĄđđąđ« đŹđš đđđđźđđąđđźđ„ đđđŻđąđ„, đ'đŠ đ đšđ§đ§đ đŠđđ€đ đČđšđź đđđđ„ đ đšđšđ, đŹđđđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđ«đźđŠđđ„đ đ„đąđ€đ đđĄđđ đźđ§đđđ« đŠđ đŠđđ€đđŹ đŠđ đ đđ đšđđ đ„đđ đŠđ đđđ„đ„ đČđšđź đđĄđđ." đđ đŹđđąđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đšđ§đđš đŠđČ đđ„đšđđĄđđ đ©đźđŹđŹđČ.
đđ đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đ©đźđ„đ„đđ đđšđ°đ§ đŠđČ đźđ§đđđ«đ°đđđ«, "đđšđź đđđ„đ„ đŠđ đđđđđČ đ§đšđ° đšđ€đđČ?"
"đđđŹ, đđđđđČ đŁđźđŹđ đ©đ„đđđŹđ đđš đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ ."
đđČ đđ«đšđźđŹđđ„ đđđ đąđ§đ§đąđ§đ đđš đđ«đąđ© đđšđ°đ§ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ đĄđŹ.Â
"đđšđ° đđ đ đ đšđšđ đ đąđ«đ„ đđšđ« đđđđđČ." đđ đŹđđąđ đđđđšđ«đ đđąđŻđąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đŠđČ đđ«đąđ©đ©đąđ§đ đ©đźđŹđŹđČ.
 đđąđŹ đđšđ§đ đźđ đ°đđŹ đđąđ«đđ„đąđ§đ đŠđČ đđ„đąđ đđŹ đŠđšđđ§đŹ đđŹđđđ©đđ đŠđČ đ„đąđ©đŹ.
"đđđ đđđđđČ đĄđđđ« đČđšđź đ©đ«đąđ§đđđŹđŹ đđšđŠđ đšđ§đ." đđ đ°đđŹ đ đ đšđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đŠđšđźđđĄ. đđ đąđŹ đ đđąđ«đđČ đđđ„đ€đđ« đđšđš.
đđ đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đ°đđ§đđŹ đŠđ đđš đŠđšđđ§ đđ§đ đđđ„đ€. đđ đ°đđŹ đđđ„đ€đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đŠđČ đđ„đąđ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đŻđąđđ«đđđąđšđ§đŹ đŹđđ§đ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đŠđ. đđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ đ đđđđąđ§đ đđąđ đĄđđđ« đđ§đ đđąđ đĄđđđ«.
đđČ đ„đđ đŹ đđđ đđ§ đđš đŹđĄđđ€đ đđŹ đĄđ đđđđđ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đŠđąđ±. đđźđŠđ©đąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đąđ§ đđ§đ đšđźđ đšđ đŠđ đ°đĄđąđ„đ đ„đđ©đ©đąđ§đ đźđ© đŠđČ đđ„đąđ.
đđ đđźđ«đ„đđ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đđ§đ đ°đđŹ đđšđ§đ đđšđ«.Â
đđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đĄđąđđđąđ§đ đŠđČ đ -đŹđ©đšđ đ«đđ©đđđđđđ„đČ đŹđđ§đđąđ§đ đŠđ đšđŻđđ« đđĄđ đđđ đ.
đđČ đšđ«đ đđŹđŠ đ°đđŹđĄđđ đšđŻđđ« đŠđ đ„đąđ€đ đ đđąđđđ„ đ°đđŻđ. đđ„đđđŹđźđ«đ đ«đąđ©đ©đ„đđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đŠđ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đŠđ đŹđđ«đđđŠ, đ đ«đąđ©đ©đąđ§đ đšđ§đđš đđ'đŹ đĄđđąđ« đŠđšđđ§đąđ§đ .
"đđđđđČ đšđŠđ !"
"đđđđ đŠđ đđźđŠ đąđ§ đŠđČ đŹđĄđšđ«đđŹ đđđŻđąđ„."
"đđđ§ đČđšđź đđđ€đ đđđđđČ'đŹ đđšđđ€ đ§đšđ° đđđŻđąđ„?"
"đđąđŻđ đŠđ đ đŠđąđ§đźđđ đđđČ..." đđąđđĄđšđźđ đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đĄđ đŹđ„đđŠđŠđđ đĄđąđŹ đđšđđ€ đąđ§đđš đŠđ.
"đđĄđđ đđąđ đŹđđČ đŠđČ đ§đđŠđ đ°đđŹ đđđŻđąđ„?" đđ đŹđđąđ đŹđ„đđŠđŠđąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đŠđ đđ đđźđ„đ„ đ©đđđ.
"đđđđđČ!" đ đŹđđ«đđđŠđđ đđŹ đŠđČ đŹđđđšđ§đ đšđ«đ đđŹđŠ đ°đđŹ đđđšđźđ đđš đđ±đ©đ„đšđđ đšđźđ đšđ đŠđ.
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đ«đąđ đĄđ, đđđđđČ'đŹ đ„đąđđđ„đ đđđŻđąđ„." đđ đŹđđąđ đđŹ đĄđ đđđŠđ đąđ§ đŠđČ đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ.
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đŁđŁ đđđŠđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đČ/đ§đŹ đ°đąđ§đđšđ° đšđđđđ§, đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đ€đ§đđ°, đĄđ đđąđđ§'đ đđđ«đ.Â
đČ/đ§ đ€đ§đđ° đŁđŁđŹ đđđ đ°đđ„đ„ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đđĄđ đ§đąđđđŹđ đšđ đ đźđČđŹ, đĄđ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđšđŠđ đđš đĄđđ« đđđđđ« đđ§ đđ«đ đźđŠđđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ.Â
đąđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đźđ§đđąđ„ đđĄđ đđ«đ đđąđŠđ đĄđ đđđŠđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đĄđđ«. đ°đąđ§đđšđ°, đŹđĄđ đ§đšđđąđđđ đĄđ đĄđđ đ đđ«đźđąđŹđ đđšđ«đŠđąđ§đ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ. đČ/đ§ đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đąđ đ°đđŹ đŠđšđ«đ đđĄđđ§ đŁđźđŹđ đđ«đ đźđŠđđ§đđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đđđ.Â
đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđđ đđđČ đđšđ«đ°đđ«đ, đĄđ đđ„đ°đđČđŹ đ°đđ§đ đđš đĄđđ« đđđđđ« đĄđ đĄđđ đ đđąđ đĄđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ, đŹđĄđ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đđČ đĄđąđŹ đŹđąđđ.Â
đđđđđ« đ đđąđ đĄđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đ©đšđ đźđđŹ, đČ/đ§ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đđČ
đĄđąđŹ đŹđąđđ, đŹđĄđ đ°đđŹ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đźđ . đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđđđąđđđđ đđš đđĄđ đ đąđ«đ„.
đąđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đźđ§đđąđ„ đĄđ đźđ§đđ±đ©đđđđđđ„đČ đđ«đšđ€đ đźđ© đ°đąđđĄ đĄđđ« đđĄđđ đĄđ đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đđĄđđ.Â
đ°đĄđČ đđąđ đĄđ đđ«đđđ€ đźđ© đ°đąđđĄ đĄđđ« đČđšđź đŠđđČ đđŹđ€? đđđđđźđŹđ đĄđąđŹ đđđ, đĄđąđŹ đđđ đ°đđŹ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ đđđđ„ đ„đąđ€đ đĄđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đ đšđšđ đđ§đšđźđ đĄ đđšđ« đđ§đČđšđ§đ, đŠđšđ«đ đČ/đ§ đđĄđđ§ đđ§đČđšđ§đ. đČ/đ§ đđšđźđ„đ đŹđđČ đđąđđđđ«đđ§đ đđĄđšđźđ đĄ
"đ°đĄđđ đđĄđ đĄđđ„đ„ đŁđšđĄđ§ đ! đąđ'đŹ đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đŠđšđ«đ§đąđ§đ " đČđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§ "đ°đĄđđ đđš đČđšđź đ§đđđ"
"đŁđŁ, đĄđ'đŹ đđ«đźđ§đ€ đđ§đ đĄđ'đŹ đđ«đđđ€đąđ§đ đšđźđ" đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đŹđđČđŹ đ©đšđąđ§đđąđ§đ đđš đđĄđ đ„đąđŻđąđ§đ đ«đšđšđŠ
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đŠđČ đ©đ«đšđđ„đđŠ đĄđšđ°? đĄđđŹ đ§đšđ đŠđČ đđšđČđđ«đąđđ§đ" đČđšđź đđ§đŹđ°đđ« đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đźđ©
"đđđđđźđŹđ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđ đšđ§đ„đČ đšđ§đ đ°đĄđš đđđ§ đđđ„đŠ đĄđąđŠ đđšđ°đ§" đŁđšđĄđ§ đ đŹđđČđŹ "đđšđŠđ đĄđđ„đ©, đ©đ„đđđŹđ".
 đČđšđź đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đđĄđđ đđĄđđ«đ'đŹ đ§đš đ©đšđąđ§đ đąđ§ đđ«đ đźđąđ§đ đđ§đ đ đđ đźđ©.
 đČđšđź đŹđđ đŁđŁ đ©đđđąđ§đ đđđđ€ đđ§đ đđšđ«đđĄ, đđĄđđ§ đ„đšđšđ€ đđ đ€đąđ đđ§đ đ©đšđ©đ đŹđđ«đźđ đ đ„đąđ§đ đđš đ đđ đĄđąđŠ đđš đŹđđšđ©
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I walked into the chateau and close the door quietly knowing John b and jj were probably still asleep and hungover from the party last night at the boneyard.l went over to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water and some Advil for their headache I was heading towards the-I heard something which sounded like someone was being sick i glance over to to the bathroom door wide open and I see a very hungover John B with his head over the toilet.
"Well you look like shit" I said to John B
"Good morning to you too y/n"
"I bought you some Advil" I smiled at the poor boy
"Thanks"
"Where's'-"
"Guest bedroom"
"Well that's not a surprise"
I decided to head towards the guest room the room that jj claims to be his I slowly open the door to see a sleeping jj laying on his stomach shirtless the sun shined through the window beaming warm light onto his skin making him look so perfect.I have always had a crush on jj for years but I'm 100% sure he doesn't have feelings for me I mean look at me I'm not nearly as pretty as the girls he hooks up with.I placed the Advil and water on the bedside table and jumped on the bed attempting to wake jj up.Uhhhhh how is he still sleeping this boy can sleep through I hurricane. So I tried lightly shaking jj then I heard a loud groan.
"What the hell do you want John b" the boy growled "it's not John b its your favorite pouge"
"Pope?"
"Hahahah so funny jj"I rolled my eyes
He chuckled then he looked down I was wondering what he was looking at then I realised I was straddling him. I quickly jumped off of him as I feel heat rise on my cheeks. He looks at me with a huge smirk on his face.
"I-I bought you some Advil and water"I pointed to the bedside table he smiled and said "thanks princess"Oh god I'm blushing even harder now I said a quick bye and rushed out the room so try and save some of the Dignity I have left.I close the door and I saw John b in the kitchen and waved to him.
"Y/n why do you look like a tomato?"
"Shut up John b your not helping" I sass back
"Someone's grumpy "I send a glare at him
"Come on we need to pick Sarah pope and kie tell jj to
"You tell him" I said quickly not wanting him to see my already red face
"hurry up and get dressed"
"Okayyyyy someones acting strange this morning" Before i can say anything he walks off to go tell jj to hurry up i went to go sit on the porch while waiting for the boys and hopefully my face gets a little less red.A couple of minutes later the boys walk out ready we all head to the dock before I jump into the boat jj offers me a hand which I thank him for so I don't fall flat on my face like a did last time but that's a story for next time. Eventually the whole group is here on the boat sharing beers and talking. I was talking to jj until kie started taking her clothes of to go for a swim all the boys were staring at kie,me and kie are completely different she is slimmer and she perfect but I'm the complete opposite my flaws are distinctive and far from perfect.I was ripped out of my thoughts when I hear my name.
"Y/n! Y/n! Are you getting in"jj asks
"Yeah y/n come the water feels so nice" kie says I hear laughter from pope John b and Sarah as they are messing around splashing water everywhere.
"Um... no I think I'm just going to say here"I don't want them to see me wearing a bikini as it will show how big my thighs look compared to kie's. Jj looks at me weirdly.
"But it's like 90 degrees y/n" pope says
"I don't feel very well" I try to think of a lie to get them to stop asking
"We can go back to the chateau if you want (y/n)" John b questions sending me a Reassuring smile
"Yes please"
Everyone gets on the boat and we head back to the chateau. I feel tears threatening to spill not only am I ugly but I just ruined the whole day for my friends.l can feel jj's glare on me the whole time. Finally we get back to the chateau and I run in not wanting anyone to see my cry so I go into the closest room I can find and close the door my vision is blurry as tears run down my cheeks then just my luck the door opened and jj was stand there look at me my body sitting in the corner of the room head in hands. He sighs and closes the door and comes closer to me the closer he gets the muffled cries he hears get louder. Jj sits directly in front of me,legs crossed and asks softly "why are you crying y/n"
I don't respond so he gently takes my hands off my face and wipes the tears off my cheeks with the pads of his thumb. He keeps both hands on my face slowly Caressing my cheeks and repeats the questions
"what are you crying"
"Why do I have to be so ugly jj"my voice comes out hoarse from the crying. Jj's heart broke hearing about how the girls he loves thinks about herself. Jj pulls me into his lap and whispers in my ear
"your the most beautiful smart and talented girl that has ever stepped foot on this earth" I look up at him and sniffled
"really"
"yes princess" I smile at the nickname and hug him burying my head in the crook of his neck the smell of the ocean weed and beer surrounding me which surprisingly smells nice.Jj rubs my back gently soothing me to sleep and the last thing I hear before closing my eyes is "I love you my beautiful girl"
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"JJI DON'T feel well i've told you multiple times" y/n mumbled putting her face into the pillows. jj scoffed and pulled the pillow away from her
"hun i know you don't like parties but c'mon, john b is gonna be there, kie, sarah, pope" jj said sitting beside you on the bed. you sigh and walk over to the dresser
"i'm showing up in leggings and a hoodie" y/n said grabbing a pair of leggings and jjs hoodie
"i don't care what you wear" jj said with a goofy smile "as long as your coming"
you change into your outfit and jj takes you out to his motorcycle
"jj if i ride this i'll puke" you say shaking your head
"we're taking my car"
"don't be dramatic" jj says sitting in the passenger seat of your car. you make sure the music is down so your head doesn't explode.
one of jjs favorite songs came on and he cranked the radio. you slapped his hand and turned it down.
"jj i have a headache leave the music down" you say turning into the chateaus driveway. jj nods and the group piles into your car.
it didn't take long to get to the bonfire, once you guys made it you went your separate ways.
it was an hour into the party and you haven't drank or smoked anything. you weren't feeling well at all.
jj held you in his arms as the two of you swayed to the music.
"jj i really don't feel well" you mumbled feeling your eyes getting heavy. you vaguely remember what happened next.
"y/n" jjs voice was faint but recognizable "hey love, come on"
"jj what happened" john b said running over "dude is she okay"
"i don't know john b" jj snapped. people started surrounding you and jj told all of them to go away.
"jj she needs to go home" kiara said.
"I already know that" jj snapped again. He was worried, he should've believed you.
he didn't wanna move you until you woke up.
"jj" you mumble. He let out a sigh of relief and helped you slowly stand up.
you stumble a bit but jj holds you steady.
"I just wanna go home" you whisper leaning into his chest. jj nods and walks you to your car. John b, pope and kie followed close behind.
"drop us off at the chateau, i can drive those two home" john b said. JJ nodded and took the trio to John B's place.
it didn't take long to get back to your place, jj was speeding so that could be a factor too.
"Do you need anything? '' JJ asked once he got you into bed. He already got Advil and water and put it on the nightstand.
you shake your head and jj lays beside you. he holds
you tightly and kiss the back of your head.
"I'm so sorry I didn't believe you" jj whispered. you turn to face him and cup his face
"Can you let go of me? It's really hot" you joked. jj shook
his head and held you closer to him "last time i let you go you passed out so no" jj laughed.
Of course, he's going to be overly clingy now.
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"good evening y/n/n! get up we have dinner plans" JJ says jumping on top of me, I let out a slight groan. this is the happiest i've seen him in awhile
"what's wrong y/n" jj asks, getting off of you and sitting beside you.
"Probably the fact you just jumped on top of me but what do you have planned today?" I ask him, turning to face him.
"You'll find out later, now get ready" he says, kissing your forehead. I nod my head and push him out of the room.
"c'mon y/n why can't i stay" jj whines
"that would be a bit perverted j" i say looking up at him
"nothing i haven't seen before" jj says smirking and walking out of your room. i scoff and shake my head grabbing something to wear
"Can you tell me where we're going now?" I ask as I walk down the stairs.
"You have to wait to see pretty lady" he says, walking over and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"What car are we taking?" I asked, grabbing his hand and walking towards my front door.
"The twinkie broke down so my bike" he says smiling.
"cool cool, promise me you won't try to kill me this time?" i joke
"that was one time y/n, i'm not gonna kill you" he says getting on the bike. I sat behind him wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek against his back.
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We make it to a hill looking thing when jj stops his bike "okay, so we're close but you need to put on a blindfold" jj says handing me a blindfold. I hesitate to take it but end up wrapping it around my eyes.
"Are you sure you're not planning to murder me?" i ask gripping onto his arm
"one, why would i muder you, two, your hurting my arm" he says. i loosen my grip on his arm walking with him. we walk for a bit longer when jj stops us.
"okay, take the blindfold off" jj says standing behind me. I pull the blindfold up onto my forehead and smile at the sight in front of me. jj steps in front of me and starts rambling
"i know it's not that special but the twinkie I thought would be a good place I guess, but we can also sit in the field and-" I cut him off by kissing him, he kissed me back after a few seconds of realizing what happened.
"it's beautiful j, thank you" i say walking towards the twinkie seeing it has fairy lights on it and blankets covering the hard floor
"So you like it?" jj asks, putting his hands in his pockets.
"yes jj, it's perfect thank you" i say hugging him. he lets out a sigh of relief and hugs me back.
"okay let's eat before it all goes bad" jj says leading me into the van.
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After a while me & JJ decided to pack everything up and ride back to my house.
"thank you for today j" i say walking up to my front door
"yeah, uh your mom home?" jj asks scratching the back of his neck
"She's working, you can stay over if you want" I say knowing what he's hinting at. He looks at me with a grateful smile and walks me inside. We walk upstairs to my bedroom and I throw him a pair of sweatpants that I stole from him.
"It gets cold in here" I say grabbing a pair of shorts and a hoodie for myself, he nods his head and I walk into the bathroom to get changed. I do whatever I do at night and walk into my bedroom seeing jj already picking a tv show. I lightly laugh to myself and get into bed next to him. He puts his head on my chest and turns on the show we watch together
"i love you" he says randomly looking like he regret it right afterwards
"i love you too j" i say kissing the top of his head and playing with his hair. he smiles against my chest and continues watching the tv.
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"Come on j, can we please watch a movie?" I ask him walking over to my bed.
"i would love too y/n but we have to finish your math so you don't get held back, your already failing" JJ says turning the chair that he's sitting on towards me
"please jj, it's one movie" i plead laying down on my bed
"how about this" he says walking towards me "we finish your math homework then you can pick whatever movie we watch, deal?"
"how about we watch a movie then we finish my homework" i say sitting up.
"You're not winning this argument sunshine" jj says picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
"jj!" i say slapping his back
"shit, y/n don't hit there on my back" jj says setting me down
"sorry jj" I said, kissing his cheek "your dad again?" He looks away and sits on the chair again. He shakes his head and pulls me to sit on his lap. "Just stop talking about it" jj says grabbing my pencil "let's just finish this then we can watch your movie yea?"
"yea" I say, grabbing the pencil and continuing my homework. jj puts his head on my shoulder and points out where i go wrong.
"There you go, you're finally done, now let's watch the movie you wanted to watch" jj says pressing his lips against my shoulder. I nod my head and stand up walking towards my bed.
"what movie are we watching" he says standing up walking towards my bed
"the mighty ducks, the first one though, you've never seen them before" i tell him laying down
"That's because I have no interest in those movies," jj says, putting his head on my stomach. I smile at him and run my fingers through his hair while turning on my laptop that sometimes doesn't turn on.
"They all look so young and since it's near the end we can see them-" I say but look down to see JJ asleep. I shake my head and get up to grab a glass of water. i go to the kitchen and see john b, kiara, sarah and pope talking
"y/n! just because your dating my best friend doesn't mean you get to keep him 24/7" john b tells me walking towards the kitchen
"this is the first time we hung out alone jb, you guys are always in the room making sure we don't do shit" i say taking a sip out of my water bottle
"what's that on your neck?" john b says going into protective brother mode and checking my neck out
"birthmark dumbass, and if i were to have a hickey it would be in a place that wouldn't be shown" i smirk at john b, he looks at me with a disgusted face. jj walks out of my room and towards me wrapping an arm around my waist
"you left me" jj whispers in my ear and kisses the back of my head
"i know, john b held me up complaining that i took you away" i whisper back "come on let's go watch the rest of the movie"
"keep the sound to a minimum" kie yells looking at us then at john b
"no closed door! keep it opened" john b says to us. I scoff and grab jjs hand walking towards my bedroom. jj takes this as a chance to smack my ass
"jj maybank!" i say laughing, he just smiles at me and kisses my forehead
"gross jj that's my sister" john b complains walking over to where sarah is.
"oh please you do worse with sarah" y/n looks at her brother
"shush"
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You and JJ Maybank were strolling along the sandy shore of the Outer Banks beach, enjoying the warm sun and gentle waves lapping at their feet. You guys have been friends for years, ever since you met as kids growing up in this idyllic coastal town.
As they walked side by side, JJ glanced over at y/n and couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for them. They had such an infectious energy and positivity â a quality that made everyone around them feel happier just by being in their presence.Â
JJ smiled at you and asked, "So, what've you been up to lately? Anything exciting going on?"Â
You responded enthusiastically, sharing some recent adventures you have been on and the fun times you had with friends.Â
JJ listened intently, genuinely interested in everything you had to say.
After a while, JJ looked at you and said, "You know, you're really something special, you know that? You always manage to bring joy and light into every situation."Â
You felt a sudden rush of warmth spread through your chest, feeling incredibly grateful for JJ's kind words.
Feeling inspired, JJ took your hand in their own hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before saying, "And no matter what happens in life, I want you to know that you don't have to face it alone. You'll always have me by your side, cheering you on and supporting you every step of the way."Â
You felt a surge of emotions well up within you, feeling incredibly touched by JJ's heartfelt words.Â
âI'm so lucky to have someone like you in my lifeâ You looked over at JJ and smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards them for being such a wonderful friend.
The two continued walking together, their hands still intertwined as they enjoyed each other's company and the beauty of the beach surroundings.
Falling For A Maybank
Summary: Based on the song Falling In Love x Night Troubles.
Requested: No.
Warnings: Underage Drinking, Language, Underage Smoking, Some Angst
Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it's crazy.
âMadam,â JJ says, his hand reaching out to gently grasp onto yours.
He gently lifts you onto John Bâs boat from the docks, the cheekiest grin etched onto his tanned face. Itâs infectious, causing you to mimic that same grin as you put down the cooler in your hand.
âThank you, my good sir,â you reply, giggling softly as you handed him a beer.
âOoo, my favourite,â
His fingers tickle yours as he gently takes the beer from you, goosebumps travelling up your arm at a rapid rate. But you shake it off, taking a step back from him as your smile slightly disappears. It was a trap to like him, the guy with a new girl in his bed every night.Â
âSo? Where are we off to today?â you ask to no one in particular.
âProbably just back to the marshes, after that hurricane last night there is surely more fish ripe for the fishing,â John B replies as he drives off into the water.Â
Softly, you nod, pulling a beer out of the same cooler that rocks against the boatâs floor. As soon as the top meets your lips, almost half of itâs contents disappeared within a few minutes. Maybe under the influence you could calm your nerves, finally enjoy yourself for the first time in weeks.Â
As soon as your butt hits the seat beside Kie, a knowing eyebrow of hers raises up to meet her hairline.Â
âOh, god, Kie, not again,â you mumble quiet enough for only her to hear.Â
âCâmon, (Y/N)!â she whisper yells. âThere is obviously something between you two.â
You take another long sip from your beer bottle, trying to avoid looking straight but you do. His eyes meet yours, that classic grin returning at the sight of you. Instead of returning the smile, you quickly turn away, swallowing the bitter liquid down hard.Â
âNo, no itâs crazy,â you reply softly.Â
Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall.
You both were walking on the beach where the water meets the sand. It had been a long night at a graveyard party. Watching JJ constantly flirt from girl to girl didnât hurt any less then it did before. How you ended up walking down the beach, only the moonâs light cascading across your faces, you still didnât know.Â
â(Y/N), itâs a brilliant idea!â he exclaims as he chuckles. âWe just need a fuck ton of weed and paper.âÂ
âAnd probably an ambulance from overdosing,â you giggle softly.
âNo such thing,â
âYou will be the first person to make it happen, JJ, I can see it now,âÂ
âI feel high all the time, (Y/N/N),"
Your heat flutters at his special nickname for you, forcing your gaze down at your feet to hide your warm blush against the cool light.Â
âWell I canât doubt that, now can I?âÂ
Both of you fall back into a fit of laughter. Before you know it, youâre in front of the small shack you call home. None of the lights were on since your family had already retired to bed. You stop by your door, gently twisting the doorknob to open the door. Once you look up however, youâre met with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair tickling the tip of your nose.Â
If your heart could fly into space it would. You willed your feet to move backwards but they never did. Instead, you were frozen, looking into the eyes that brought you warmth, the hair your fingers had been tangled in many times.Â
âGoodnight, (Y/N/N),â he whispers softly, kissing your forehead before disappearing down your street.Â
You could deny it all you want, but deep down you knew. You had risen into love.Â
And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation. Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life.
You couldnât take it anymore, constantly watching him flirt with other girls, having to help them find their clothes strewn across the Chateau the next day. You just couldnât take it.Â
So, you withdrew. No longer were you on their boating trips. No longer did you show up to boneyard parties. Everyone would text you, wondering where you were. All of them get a response, except for him.Â
It angered him. All of the Pogues tried to comfort him, saying that she must have texted them all on accident. But he saw right through it. You were ignoring him, and he didnât know why. He has to know why.Â
Without the other Pogues knowing, he snuck away and was on his way to your house when he passed the park you played at when you were kids. When he first fell in love with you. A bunch of boys had ganged up on you. Despite the beating he got, the boys left you alone from that day on. You took him home, cleaned up his wounds, both from the boys and his dad, and promised that you would be quiet as long as you two stayed friends. It had started back at the fundamental things.
JJ knocks lightly against your window, a frown forming when he notices that you arenât drawing the blinds for him like you usually do. He knocks again, and again, until you open the blinds and lift the window out of pure annoyance.Â
âWhat do you want, JJ?â you mumble under your breath.
âWhy are you ignoring me?âÂ
âIâm not ignoring you! I just need to be alone,â
âAlone from me?âÂ
âYes from you!âÂ
You look at him with tears falling down your face. The sight of it almost sends JJ into tears himself.Â
âFine, then, Iâll leave you too it,â
And with a harsh sigh, he jumped off your window and was gone.Â
You see, for all life is an act of faith and an act of gamble.Â
You had recently come back to the group, pretending like nothing was wrong. But JJ knew something was, however after that day in your room he refused to speak with you. Kie had talked with you many times, to just take the leap already and tell him. And you promised you would...
The moment you take a step, you do so on an act of faith because you don't really know that the floor's not going to give under your feet.Â
You, Pope, and JJ had infiltrated the Midsummer Ball for the Kooks with ease, posing as waiters for all those who couldnât see over their nose to get it themself. Your eyes couldnât stay off of JJ the entire night. It became too overwhelming once JJ had returned from giving the note to Sarah. Without a second thought, you pull him close to you by the collars of his jacket, and you kiss him.
The moment you take a journey, what an act of faith. The moment that you enter into any kind of human undertaking in relationship, what an act of faith. See, you've given yourself up. But this is the most powerful thing that can be done: surrender. See. And love is an act of surrender to another person. Total abandonment. I give myself to you. Take me. Do anything you like with me.
Without a second in between, JJ kisses you back and his arms hold your frame against his tightly. Once both of you come up for air, uncontrollable smiles grace both of your faces.Â
âJJ! (Y/N)! We gotta go!â Pope yells as the Pogues make their escape.Â
JJ runs after them with his hand around yours while you follow. Both of you grin ear to ear as you run towards the van. Without a second thought, JJ lifts you up by your hips and gets you into the van, sliding in right beside you. Once he was in beside you, he lifts you onto his lap, kissing you once more as your hands frame his face, kissing him back urgently.Â
âFuckinâ finally!â Pope yells at you, causing both of you to break apart and glare at him.
âJust keep the PDA down why donât ya?â Kie replies to Pope.Â
In response, you two kiss once more, making sure to add a moan or two in there to make your point.Â
This picture right here Iâm unwell
U: ME? ME WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?
Stiles: YES YOU YOU DROVE MY CAR INTO THE FREAKING LAKE
U: I DIDNT DO IT DEREK- oh fuck
Stiles: DEREK YOU DID THIS?!!
Derek: in my defense she was the one making me move in my sea-
U: DEREK!!!!
Derek: OH FUCK IM SORRY
Stiles: You guysâŠhad sexâŠIN MY FUCKING CAR
U: RUN DEREK
mmm going on a pouge road trip to somewhere in the mainland <33
sitting in the back back of the twinkie with jj and falling alseep on his lap. he's DEFINITELY going to shush everyone else when they start singing a song too loudly for his liking because he doesn't want anyone to wake you up.
anytime you and jj get super touchy or are kissing for a little too long all of the pouges will threaten to separate the two of you, but it never actually happens.
getting aux and whenever a romantic or dirty song comes on looking jj directly in the eyes while singing it <3
rafe cameron x bookworm reader
*gif not mine, all credits to original owner*
CONTENT WARNINGS: allusions to smut, language (let me know if i missed anything)
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rafe cameron who thinks reading is a waste of time.
rafe cameron who despite thinking all these books are a waste of money and time, will take you to barnes & noble and let you buy as many books as you please, with him paying of course.
rafe cameron who starts wondering whatâs got you into all this reading and whatâs so interesting.
rafe cameron who reads some of the tabes marked in red through some of the books you pick up once a week. (he wasnât ready for it.)
rafe cameron confronting you about the the red marked pages.
rafe cameron coming close to your ear, whispering deeply, âif this was what was gonna get you going, shit baby you shouldâve told me.â
rafe cameron promising to do every. scene. written with you before the month ends.
rafe cameron making you unable to walk for the next month. (please, i need this)
anyways, first post! let me know what you think and how to improve if needed.
can people submit requests idk what to write đ
i need motivation rn to workout so
1 like = 1 sit up
1 reblog = 10 sec plank
why are some of the hottest tv men always the biggest criminals đ§ââïž
like how am i supposed to hate you when youâre ripped, tall, dangerous, blue-eyed with a leather jacket?
me after saying iâd get tasks done but iâve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:
Bubble | OneShot
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: You and Rafe have alone time before life completely changes.
Warnings: OBX SEASON 2 SPOILERS, SMUT (not that hardcore tbh) dry humping, mentions of choking. lil bit of fluff. hot rafe.
this is my first oneshot ever so yea, enjoy lol
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You were glad to be the first one awake, despite the blaring horn of the Coastal Venture and the morning rays of sunlight peeking it's way into the small room and into your tired eyes, a small smile made its way across your face. You flipped onto your side and bent your elbow, resting your head in the palm of your hand to admire the man next to you. The blonde had moved positions in his sleep, his arm that had started around your waist was now under his head, his right arm spread out beside him with his head facing you. He was shirtless, his tanned back exposed from the blanket being pushed past both of your waists. Your hand went to his back, your fingers tracing the length of his spine and the dip of his shoulder blades, softly tracing invisible doodles until you watched your boyfriends eyes flutter open.
Rafe groaned a bit at the sun getting in his face when he flipped onto his side to try and fall back asleep, your hand moving from his back to his bicep, squeezing the muscle softly to let him know you were awake too. He groaned again, moving his body closer to yours, trapping your arms against his chest and putting his chin on top of your head. You giggled, eyes not tired anymore as you pushed his chest. "Rafe," you sighed, "It's almost eleven." The digital clock on the tiny bedside table read 10:47am. They missed breakfast. His bottom lip puffed out and he opened his eyes again, this time bringing his hand up to wipe the sleep out of them. He focused on you after, sighing quietly as he let his eyes adjust to the light in the room.
You were smiling, your (Y/E/C) eyes shining from the midday sun. Rafe couldn't stop his smile from showing up on his face at the sight of yours. You felt warmth flow through you when he copied your features, it'd been a while since you had seen him be happy. Yesterday was rough. You didn't know the full extent of what happened, all of it had been a blur, and being with Rose and Wheezie amongst all the chaos throughout the whole thing, you didn't really have a lot of information. "G'mornin babe" he said, this time flipping onto his back. You shuffled onto your stomach, crossing your arms over his pecs to rest your head on them. Your right leg swinging to rest over his. "Hi," you mumbled, staring at him. He stared back, bringing his hand up to run it through your hair, from the crown of your head to the ends of it. He repeated the action a couple times before stopping his hand to rest at your neck, his thumb stroking the little purple mark he made a couple days ago. You brought your hand up to hold his wrist, "So, what's the plan today?"
Rafe shook his head, leaning his head back on the pillow, his eyes on the ceiling while he contemplated. He blindly intertwined his fingers with yours. "We're gonna watch a couple movies and sleep and fuck-" You laughed loudly at his boldness, removing yourself from him and off the bed before he could prove his statement. He lifted his head, frowning at the loss of contact. "What?" He sounded genuinely confused. "It doesn't have to be in that order, I'm down for whate-"
"Rafe, it's almost noon, and Rose said yesterday we'd be at the port around three or four," you told him, standing in the doorway of the bathroom that was thankfully apart of the room. His eyes ranked over your body, from the tight tank top that hugged your chest just right to the cute black cotton boyshorts that had a little bit of your butt hanging out, it was enough to make him stir in the bed. He wasn't listening to you, he vaguely caught that you both had to get ready and visit Ward, make sure Wheezie didn't forget anything on board from her exploring habits. He hummed along though, just enjoying the view of his girl. His girl. Damn, he liked that; never got tired of it. Throughout your rambling he had gotten up from the bed and made his way behind you, wrapping his arms across your chest and tucking his face into your neck, dancing tiny kisses across your skin. His nose nudging into your hair when he went to suck another hickey behind your ear. You let him, knowing no one would see it, and not really caring because it felt good. "And," you kept going, turning around in his grasp, the small of your back pushed into the counter. "The faster we do that, maybe we'll have enough time to do whatever you want."
He feigned sadness, blowing out a dramatic breath, "What? You don't want to reenact movie sex scenes with me?" Another laugh came out of you, making him chuckle too. He was joking, he knew there was a lot to do today. The gold and the cross had to be moved, and with his father on bed rest, he'd be the boss of the operation. You would be helping Rose move into their new home. It was all just a couple hours away and he just wanted to live in his little bubble with you for a little while longer. He shrugged, "Fine, I get it. Whatever, guess I'm not hot enough for your nee-" You scoffed at him and without any warning you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugged him down to your level and pressed your lips against his. He grunted in shock before taking back control and lifting you onto the counter, spreading your knees with his hips and pressing his body into yours. You tugged at his hair at the nape of his neck, knowing it got him riled up enough to kiss you harder like you wanted him to. You pulled back too soon for his liking, he chased your swollen lips until your head hit the mirror softly, and you let him get another kiss in before pushing him away. You smiled and patted your hands against his chest, "You, Rafe Cameron, are definitely hot enough for my needs." He smirked with pride, playfully leaning his head down to get another kiss. "Damn straight," he mumbled, not moving away and instead dragging his palms up your body to cup your boobs, tweaking his thumbs against your nipples before pulling your shirt down to let your breasts spill over the material. You moaned loudly into his mouth, arching your back into his hands and grabbing at the waistband of his boxers, all thoughts of responsibilities leaving your mind. You could only think of him and his big hands and broad shoulders. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. He pulled away to catch his breath, a sexy chuckle leaving him at how easy it was for you to give him what he wanted without asking. Such a good girl for him. He dragged his mouth down the column of your throat and pushed your body closer to the edge of the sink so he could grind himself into your heat. "Fuck," you gasped, moving your hips with him. You don't know how he did it; he was always able to make you feel good no matter what he was doing, kissing, fucking, and now, dryhumping like two desperate teenagers. "Just like that, oh my god," you threw your head back again, this time hitting the mirror harder than before but you didn't care, the pleasure Rafe was giving you overpowering the feeling of anything else. "Yeah?" He moaned with you, lifting one of his hands to grab your neck, "look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, a sheen of sweat collecting on his forehead while he watched you work yourself over his bulge. He loved the sight of you, a mess just because of him. Your breath labored because of what he was doing to you. The look on your face when he made you cum under him, not breaking eye contact. That is the hottest shit ever. He followed after you, the sound of you gasping his name like it was a prayer making him fall apart. He hummed, pulling away with a champions grin, loving how you shook in his hold.
You shook your head at him, arms falling over his shoulders as you jumped down from the counter. He steadied you, your legs still shaking like a baby deer learning to walk. "You always get what you want, huh?" You laughed breathily. Rafe nodded, pushing back his hair from his face and jerked his chin towards the shower, pinching your waist. "Always, now lets shower. You were the one saying we have to get ready." You rolled your eyes, "Oh, my bad, now you want to get ready," you said, stripping out of your clothes, the wet spot on your underwear making you blush. Rafe peeked his head out of the doorframe, looking at the time, oblivious to your sarcasm. "Mhm, it's 11:30am," he shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it as he watched you get in the shower with his bottom lip between his teeth. "What're you waiting for, Cameron?" You teased, running your fingers down past your belly button. He followed right behind you, your laughter echoing through the shower when he almost tripped getting out of his boxers. "Ready for round two?" He teased back, grabbing at you again. He didn't think he could ever resist you. A little while longer in his made up bubble couldn't hurt.