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You know whatever happens, we’re gonna handle it together. Like we always do.
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Do you have to win everything?
– I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
Even when he’s sad/serious, he can’t help being sarcastic. I fear his trauma has made him hilarious.
OBX Writing Prompt: First Kiss
“Okay, I got one.” John B crushes his can and belches loudly, Sarah’s arm shooting out instinctively to swat at him in reprimand.
“First kiss,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. “Go.”
They’d sat around the fire after another hard day of physical labour, with every intention of putting their throbbing feet up and relaxing for the evening. But the night had devolved into chaos, as it usually did when the beers were cracked open and the joint was lit.
In a very earnest attempt to get to know Cleo a little better, the night had started with a game of two truths and a lie, even though they all felt, by the end of it, that they knew even less about her. It had quickly turned into truth or dare, with JJ choosing increasingly difficult and absurd dares and everyone else preferring to hunker down in front of the fire and reveal their secrets. And now they were just yelling things, reliving childhood memories and egging each other on.
“Sixth grade,” Cleo announces, much to everyone’s surprise. “His name was Ezekiel and he was stiff as a board, which checks out because his father was a Baptist pastor.”
“And you upgraded to… Pope?” JJ shoots her a sarcastic thumbs up while Pope glares. “Score!”
Cleo rolls her eyes but laughs, shooting Pope a shy look. Their relationship is still new, and the others still like to give them shit.
“Mine was Maddie Heckler,” John B says wistfully. “She’d been eyeing me all year, sitting next to me during circle time, sharing her orange slices with me, helping me tie my shoes…”
“How old were you?” Sarah asks, amused but slightly concerned.
“It was kindergarten. She cornered me behind the slide and planted one right on me. I was that irresistible.”
“Heartbreaker,” she says, pushing his hair back. “You’re not gonna like this, but mine was actually Topper. I was fourteen.”
“Topper-Motherfucking-Thornton,” John B mutters, tilting his head back and downing his beer. Sarah looks worried for less than a second before he picks up her hand and places a kiss on her knuckles, smiling big and reassuring. No one is surprised when she melts, least of all JJ and Kiara, who share a wall with the couple.
“Kie? What about you?” John B asks.
“Nothing crazy. Evan Wong’s fourteenth birthday. Basement game of spin the bottle,” she explains. John B’s eyebrows jump.
“I was at that party,” he says, furrowing his brow as if trying to remember that night.
“You were at the party, you weren’t in the basement.”
John B rushes into a story about how Evan Wong once sold them weed that was actually just oregano, and Kiara expects JJ to chime in, knowing the way the story ends.
“You two are awfully quiet,” Kiara says, eyeing JJ and Pope.
“Well—” JJ starts, but Pope is quick to cut him off.
“JJ. No. You promised.”
Pope’s eyes are so wide, they might just bug out of his head. The girls have no idea what’s going on, eyes bouncing between all three boys just as John B leaps up and says, “Oh my God.”
“What?” Kiara asks, alarmed and impatient.
“Oh my GOD!” John B repeats, now pointing at Pope and laughing. “That was your first kiss?” he asks Pope.
“Technically, it was both of our first kiss.”
John B is laughing so hard he can hardly stand, feeling for the chair behind him with his hand and collapsing onto the seat, giggles loud and obnoxious.
“It’s not a big deal!” JJ says, just as Pope lets his head fall into his hands, resigned to his fate. “Fifth grade, some guys were giving Pope shit, calling him all kinds of names and teasing him because they thought he was gay. I wanted to punch them in the face but this guy,” he jerks his thumb in John B’s direction, “was all, ‘use your words, JJ. Be a lover not a fighter, JJ.’”
JJ huffs in annoyance, scowling like if he could go back in time just to pummel a bunch of eleven-year-olds, he would.
“So I said, ‘so what if he’s gay? What if I’m gay, too?’ and then I grabbed Pope and I kissed him. It shut them up real quick.”
For a moment, it’s quiet. No one says a word. Kiara’s lips are pursed, her eyes soft with affection. Sarah might actually be crying, though that probably has more to do with how much she’s had to drink than anything else. John B looks entirely unbothered, like this outcome was always inevitable, like he’s known all along that JJ would kiss any one of them, for any reason, without a second thought. Even Pope, flushed and embarrassed, looks at JJ with something like gratitude.
“Well?” Cleo asks, suddenly. “How was it?”
JJ grins. “Surprisingly tender.”
My mother didn't suck. She was great.
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I’m bored so ima start a happy lil tag game! :D
Reblog with your happy song! (You don’t have to link it, just say what it is ^^)
Mine is Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra! I listen to it in the morning when I’m getting ready for 6 am church class to pump me up :3
Npts!! @lunamilliesapphire @khloem66 @delegendaryhero @lilyhatesthenumber4 @manyfandomfanatic @h0n3ybe3z @bobasbag @blupeeblep @mars-72855 @mobgabriel @eldest-daughter-syndrome @elronthemage @that-one-idiot-11 @tyronethemurderer + anyone who wants to hop in!! ^^
Thanks for the tag, Ruthie!!!!
My favorite happy song is probably Anything by Mae. It's really upbeat and I like listening to it when I'm excited about something or getting ready to start my day!
@5pace-0ut1aw, @elle-rosewater, anyone else who wants to jump in!!
tysm Lo Riftwing!!! 😊 I LOVE SONGS RECS AND KNOWING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE LISTENING TO!
It's hard to pick just one! An older song that makes me happy is "holiday club" by jim and the povolos! I saw them live once in uni lmao
No pressure tags: @rosss38 @princessofnothingcharming @ghosthoard and anyone else who wants to rec me a song or chat!
Happy song is relative. Usually emo screaming angsty songs make me happy hahaha the perks of being a millennial 😂
Soo maybe Sia - Unstoppable and Linkin Park - Faint 😁
Not happy songs but I am happy when listening to them so I guess it counts?
Thanks to @elle-rosewater for the tag.
Paying forward to @tpwk1321, @mentallyinsneppl @fictionstew @surfthestardust 😊
@rosss38 thanks for tagging me!😊
This is tricky for someone who lives for sad songs😂
I think I'll go with supercut by Lorde. The lyrics aren't happy, but the beat is, so does that count? Also long story short by Taylor swift.
Tagging @may39898 @princessofnothingcharming @jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah and @jojameswinter (no pressure though!)
AHH ty for the tag @tpwk1321!!!💕
Um...I have LOTS of songs for LOTS of different vibes, so
Hm. this is hard. Maybe end of beginning by djo? that always just gives me a very specific nostalgic and hopeful feeling. The less i know the better by tame impala always makes me feel like having a dance party 🪩
tagging @piglemousse, @dayas, @daylightspeaks, @interstellarbeams, @fayedartmouth
so i don't have to be worthy i no longer try to be good it didn't keep me safe like you told me that it would
FLORENCE & THE MACHINE, "SYMPATHY MAGIC" Isa Briones as DR. TRINITY SANTOS THE PITT, SEASON ONE
jiara + folklore.
seven.
no we shouldn't do that ⇢ i'm sure we can think of something
GIFTOBER 2025 • day 3: close-up smile
more like scream AT you on tumblr!!!! *george of the jungle yelling* (we can scream together too haha) you clever wordsmith you i just finished chapter 6 and i can't wait to read it again! i'm picking up... what you're putting down i like... them apples i'm putting it in my pipe... and smoking it we're on an adventure, baby and i'm coming on now liiiiiiike
literally said NO WAY when i realized jj was not imagining raven haired tattoo baker guy, i'm so intrigued… if you give us jealous kie, idk what i'll do! almost thought we were gonna get some at the end there! i am heeding your navigation of this story and i really like where we've gone so far! i'm basically obsessed and we're so lucky to have you 🤗 thank you for updating! 😽💐💐💖💝
OMG!!!! I took way too long to answer this most lovely, kind message - I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH!!! Yes, let's always scream together LOL!!! 🥳🪩
I actually hadn't decided yet if baker guy was gonna be in his head or not when I wrote it, but I've written some things since then to answer it. As for jealous Kie...there will be conversations!
With everything shifting after s4, I truly mean it when I say I am so, so grateful for you and your encouragement 🥹❤️ It really helps keep the steam going to keep this version of jiara living on. I'm the one that's lucky! 💕
Siegfried and Audrey: "I saved this for you. I thought you might need it."
Siegfried closed the door with a quiet thump, releasing a sigh as he rubbed at the tense muscles that had built in his neck over the long, defeated night.
He shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the rack by the door, the drip drip drip of the rain sloughing off of it likely to earn him a scolding in the morning, but the long hours and rough weather had taken up every bit of his energy and he couldn’t bring himself to care.
All he wanted was his bed, but his stomach decided at that moment to give a very inconvenient growl so he turned towards the back of the house and the kitchen.
The glow of the electricity shone a triangle of light out into the hallway and he followed the path to the room that usually encompassed the most laughter and warmth that Skeldale House had to offer.
The welcoming smell of brewing tea teased at his senses and he sighed, this time in relief, at the sight of Mrs. Hall seated at the table.
At the sound of his step she turned, her lips lifting in a gentle smile, and despite his weariness he offered her a small smile in return.
She stood, tightening her light blue robe around her waist with efficiency before immediately reaching towards the warming pan on the stove and lifting out a plate.
“Here. I saved this for you. I thought you might need it,” she added, motioning him to sit before she put the plate in front of him and handed over a fork.
“Thank you, Mrs. Hall.” Warmth that had nothing to do with the hot oven over took him and he felt his tension slowly slipping away.
“You’re welcome.” She placed a cup in front of him, the brew strong and a tad sweet, just the thing he needed after such a cold night.
He practically inhaled the flaky crust and savory gravy of her famous meat pie before she could resume her seat.
“How was it?” she asked after he had properly replenished himself. Her blue eyes held curiosity as she kept her hands busy with a length of yellow yarn, two needles clicking together with a regular familiarity.
Siegfried sighed heavily, clasping his chilled palms around the warmth of his teacup, the night's events flowing across his mind’s eye like a film reel. “Not good. We lost both mother and calf.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Audrey’s knitting needles stopped flashing, and she reached out a hand to clasp his arm with a reassuring squeeze.
“So am I. Despite my best efforts, it just wasn’t meant to be.” The constant sound of heavy rain on the roof was a a reminder that life kept moving onward, and death existed along with it, and just like the weather, there was really no predicting it.
“I know you did your best.” Her lilting tone was a soothing balm after the strident tones of his clients when he had to admit he could do nothing more for their laboring cow.
“I can’t help but wonder if I had done something different, if the night would have ended with a better outcome.” He chanced a glance upwards, taking his eyes off the amber brown of the tea in his cup to see an obstinate expression on her face.
“That’s not true, Siegfried. I know that you did everything you could. You’re the most talented veterinarian in the county, and stubborn too. That is one of your most endearing qualities… You don’t give up, you hold out and hold on tenaciously until every avenue has been closed.”
He blinked, owlishly, as he looked into eyes that held him steadfastly, and that told him that she believed what she was saying, wholeheartedly.
“I can’t disagree with you on that point.” His stubbornness was probably more of a bane to her than a benefit but he appreciated her encouraging words nonetheless.
“Then don’t,” she murmured with a quick, cheeky glance, then turned back to her knitting.
The minutes ticked by until the grandfather clock in the foyer gave its distinctive if muted gong, reminding him of the late hour.
“Shouldn’t you have been in bed long since, Mrs. Hall?” he asked, not really thinking about what he was saying, the long night wearing on his normally sharp mental faculties.
“And how old do you think I am, Siegfried Farnon, that you think you can boss me around?”
“Well, I am your boss,” he muttered into his cup as he took a last sip.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” she replied, saucily as she laid her knitting aside and lifted the teapot. He offered his cup and a recalcitrant smile as an apology which she readily answered as she poured them both a fresh cup and they sat in comfortable silence as the night wore on into day.
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Steven and Taylor in The Summer I Turned Pretty Season 1 / Season 3