Almost, Maybe [Part 1]

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Big Bad John

Summary: In the town of Ghostridge, Georgia, Dollie Sheppard runs a quiet saloon where nothing ever really happens. That is until Big Bad John passes through town. He’s supposed to be a legend, a ghost story. But he’s real, he’s handsome, and nothing Dollie expected. With tensions rising, Dollie finds herself caught between the law, her past, and the man with a reputation that could ruin them both.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia ❀ Cowboy Like Me ❀✮ Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy ✮❥ But Daddy I Love Him ❀✮

“Saying me, me, me, me, me more cowboy than you!”

“Me More Cowboy Than You” by The Brudi Brothers

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Alice - tattooed!reader

Alice makes vlogs with her twin brother, Mason, and their best friend, Astra.

Alice has tattoos littering her arms and is constantly at the gym. You’ll find her in a crop top, biker shorts, and her AirPods in. Outside of the gym, she loves a good bomber or leather jacket on top of a tank top. Her go-to pair of shoes is her beat-up pair of Doc Martens.

Alice who gets thirsted over online by her fans. She tries not to let it get to her head, but she can’t help it. She knows she’s hot.

Alice who lives in LA despite absolutely hating it there. She only moved there because Mason and Astra wanted to. She would much rather be living in their old midwestern hometown.

Alice who pretends not to care, but always notices when something’s off. She doesn’t flinch if someone yells, but will completely unravel if someone she loves cries.

Alice who, despite her rough exterior, is genuinely one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She can be sarcastically mean to you in one moment and then super sweet the next.

Alice who loves driving at night with the windows down and music loud enough to drown out her brain. She has exactly one playlist for lifting, one for crying, and one for when she feels like the hottest person alive.

Playlist!

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fucking schlatt after his work out?!

Cardio Crush

I'm so sorry this took months to complete. I've been in a writing slump for a while, but this is helping me get my motivation back! Oh and this is SPICYYY get ready y’all!!

Word Count: 4.1k

MDNI and 18+, obviously!! Fem/afab reader. I hope my fellow Schluts enjoy!!

Schlatt bursts through the front door, ripping your attention away from your doom scrolling on the couch. He bends over and leans his hands on his knees, panting for dear life as he tries to settle his breathing. Whatever Tiktok was playing on your phone was long forgotten as you watched him in amusement. 

“Damn, did you just get back from the pool?” You chuckle, poking fun at him. “You're drenched.”

“Fuck…you.” He heaves, a small smirk playing on his lips as he glances up at you. 

Schlatt mentioned that he wanted to get back in shape for a while. It took a bit of encouragement on your part, but he finally started running a couple weeks ago. He even told his viewers on stream, so now he had to follow through with his plans and “twinkify” himself again (his words, not yours).

You’re glad that Schlatt’s being more mindful about his health. Sure, you absolutely loved his body to bits, but you could tell that his weight was making him frustrated. Over the past couple years, he's complained about feeling sluggish and worn down. The countless nights spent drinking and eating junk food weren’t doing him any favors, but he's finally turned a new leaf and decided to make a change. You were seeing a whole new side of him that's happier, fuller, more alive. And it’s only been two weeks. Plus, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t getting hotter the more he exercised.

“Ow.” He winces, doubling over and clutching his ribs. “Running is fuckin’ hard.”

“No, duh.” You laugh. “How long did you run for, baby?” You toss your phone aside and turn to face him. 

“About two miles. Worst fuckin' time of my life, I'll tell ya.” 

You half heartedly chuckle as you stare at him for a little too long. His face glistens with sweat as he stands back up and walks to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of water and sifting through the fridge. Your heart skips a beat as you tentatively watch his chest rise and fall.

“Well, at least it's better than the half mile you ran last week.” You snicker. Schlatt sticks his middle finger at you from inside of the fridge, still searching for something to eat. You could tell his face sported a nasty glare, making you laugh even harder. 

“Do you feel any better exercising?” you ask seriously.

“No.” Schlatt deadpans, taking out a container of hummus and a bag of chips. 

You knew that was a lie. 

He raises his eyebrows as he takes a bite. “But this right here is makin’ it all worth it. This shit is amazing. We should get more.” He exclaims, holding the hummus up to observe the label. He smacks his lips emphatically as he scoops some more into his mouth.

“Wow, I’m really surprised.” You remark sarcastically. “I’d never thought I’d see the day when Schlatt eats vegetables.”

“Go fuck yourself.” He shoots back, talking around the food in his mouth. “I actually like this, alright? Do you want me to throw this at you?”

“No…” You murmur with a slight grin, huffing and resting your chin on your hand. You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up when he dips his head back down to take another bite, admiring  how his brown curls unstick from his forehead and fall into his face. 

You let out a small chuckle, your eyes narrowing on his mouth as you unconsciously lick your lips. Thank god he’s too invested in his snack to notice. 

The thought of Schlatt walking around all buff and broad made your mind spin. You imagined him a little slimmer, his waist taught, his core strong, his arms bulging. You thought of all the ways he could manhandle you the fitter he became. Your fantasies were beginning to light a fire deep inside your core, quickening your breath and making your hands all sweaty. You didn't know if you could even look at Schlatt without melting in front of him.

Schlatt looks up and catches you staring. He notices your pupils are all wide and glazed over, and he breaks out into a sly grin. He knows that look all too well.

“What are you thinkin’ about in that pretty head of yours, toots?” He chuckles, narrowing his eyes in curiosity. He dips another chip into the hummus and tosses it into his mouth.

You quickly shake your head and blush, stuttering out a laugh. “I'm just… so proud of you. Your work will pay off soon, bubba. I just know it.” 

“Mm-hmm. Sure.” He exhales through his nose, seeing straight through your little lie. He walks around the kitchen counter towards you, hummus and chip bag in hand.

“Thanks, anyways.” He beams, a touch of sincerity in his voice. He dips another chip into the hummus and holds it out to you. “Here. Open.” 

You open your mouth and close your eyes, making a little ahhh sound. You expect to feel the smooth texture of hummus on your tongue, but instead, you hear crunching. You shoot open your eyes to see Schlatt laughing through muffled chews. 

“Hey. Not nice, big guy! That was mine!” you whine.

“What?” He boasts, his eyes flicking between your scouring eyes and pouty lips. You were too cute when you got angry. He sighs and grabs another chip from the bag under his arm. “Fine. I'll try again, toots.” 

He gingerly holds it in front of your face, slowly inching it towards you. This time, you keep your eyes open and try to catch it with your teeth, but he pulls away again and it disappears into his mouth. Just like that. The sound of crunching made your face run hot.

“Sorry doll. My hand just slipped.” He chuckles, wiggling his free hand and chewing with an even bigger smirk than before. 

You huff and roll your eyes. “Baby, c'mon. You look so fucking hot right now. So if you’re smart, I suggest you let me have a chip, like, right now.” 

He swallows and listens carefully, scowling. “Hm.” Schlatt glances up at the ceiling, pretending to think about it. “And what if I don't? What are you gonna do ‘bout it?” He puffs up his chest, the right side of his mouth forming a smirk. 

Goddammit. He knows he’s winning. You had to think of something quick.

“No kisses for a week.” You reply on the beat, turning your nose up and standing taller to match his posture.

He raises his eyebrows and stares at you in disbelief, slouching a bit. “No fucking shot. You can’t be serious.” 

You squint your eyes and giggle, enjoying this newfound power you have over him. “Way serious.”

Schlatt shakes his head, begrudgingly handing you a chip before strolling to the kitchen and leaning against the counter. 

“Ugh. C'mon, doll.” He hangs his head in defeat, facing away from you. He throws the snack contents in front of him. “You just get anything you want when I'm around, don't you?” he whines from over his shoulder, feigning hurt.

You roll your eyes and snicker, finishing your bite and walking behind him to wrap your arms around his neck. You stand up on your tippy toes to hug him, scratching your fingernails across his broad chest. 

“It's ‘cause you love me, you dork.” You giggle, leaning your cheek against his shoulder blades. 

You feel him inhale and straighten his back as your hands graze him softly. The sweat from his back seeps through the front of your shirt, momentarily taking the air out of your lungs. 

“Mmmm. Yeah, I do.” He purrs, turning his head to glance over at you. “You're right. I should have been nicer to ya. That hummus is really fucking good.” 

He shifts his weight and turns around. You let go of him and step back as he leans his hands back against the counter with a smile. His eyes are heavy on you, noting all the little details and features of your flushed face.

“It seems like you're still mad at me, though.” Schlatt lowers his voice. He’s caught on to your little game, eyeing you up and down. ”How can I make it up to ya, toots?” he hums, his smooth, raspy voice running shivers down your spine.

Oh god. He was absolutely gorgeous. His odor had that slight tinge of sweetness that you just couldn't shake, and he was glowing. Literally glowing. You adored the even rise and fall of his chest, his skin shining under the kitchen light, his shirt darkening with sweat. And that devilish smirk wasn't helping with the growing heat building in between your legs, either.

“Hmmm. Well…” you tease, unable to contain yourself as you slowly run a hand up and down his stomach. “I can think of a couple things.” You feel his abs tense up from your touch, making you blush hard. 

He chuckles and grabs your waist firmly. You tug at the hem of his shirt, staring into his eyes for approval. He nods with a sultry smirk. You take off his wet shirt, throw it on the couch and continue your hungry exploration.

Schlatt chuckles again, squeezing at your sides and pulling you into him. You feel his dick twitch against your stomach, sending bolts of electricity through you.

“Baby,” he whispers in your ear, breathing on your neck and raising goosebumps on your skin. “You know I'm so gross right now. I don't think we should-”

“Just shut up and let me love you. Okay?” You hiss, racing your hands over his slick chest and planting firm kisses on his neck. He moans and leans back on the counter, craning his neck to the side so you can get a better angle.

“If you insist, toots. But god, you're such a fuckin’ tease.” He murmurs, smiling and straining out a grunt from your tongue licking up his neck. He inches his hands up your back, raising your shirt up. Schlatt felt the warm skin on your stomach press into his waist, and it drove him absolutely insane. 

You laugh through your nose and mumble, “Who's the one teasing now? Someone wouldn't let me have my snack earlier.” 

“Oh, enough of that.” He retorts, “We both know your snack is right here, missy.” He promptly groans as your teeth sink into his flesh from that remark. Yeah, he deserved that one. But your brattiness only made him harder. 

He whimpers at your bites, making you chuckle. 

“That's what I thought. Now come to bed with me.” you demand.

All Schlatt can do is nod, his gaze clouded with lust. He follows you into the bedroom like a lost puppy, licking his lips and diving his hands into his pockets. He watches you crawl onto the bed.

Just as he's about to join you, he stops in his tracks. “Wait, doll. We need a towel, remember?” He asks quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment. You whip your head around to see him frown. His chest was still covered in sweat, and you remember now why he asked. He'll cum anywhere on the sheets, but when it comes to workout sweat? No fucking way he'd let that slide. It was just one of his quirks that mildly annoyed you, but Schlatt always insisted on this, and of course, he always had his way.

You roll your eyes and chuckle, practically running to the bathroom to grab a towel, quickly smoothing it down on the bed and intertwining your hands behind your back. You look up at Schlatt all pretty for him, swaying side to side and batting your eyelashes from the opposite end of the bed. “Better?” you ask, hoping the thin layer of cotton would suffice. 

“Much better.” He chuckles darkly and eyes you from across the bed, running a hand over his face and dragging his thumb over his bottom lip. 

“Is my girl trying to seduce me?” He growls, striding over to you and wrapping his big hands around your waist again. 

You giggle and throw your arms around his neck, peppering sloppy kisses all over his cheeks and licking the salty sweat from his chops. “Maybe.” Your face heats up as Schlatt’s hands wander over your ass. He gives your cheeks a light squeeze, making you yelp and rock onto your tippy toes.

Your stomach does a flip when his dick strains into you through his shorts, begging for any sort of relief.

“You're gonna kill me with that pretty mouth of yours, toots.” He hums, his throat vibrating out a low groan. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. Fuck, angel.” He sighs heavily when you bite his collarbone. Your teeth are threatening to break his skin, but it doesn't hurt him. Oh no, far from it. With each graze of your teeth, he grips your hips tighter and pulls you flesh against his growing arousal.

Your whimper is cut off by Schlatt shoving you onto the bed. You land on the towel with a soft thump, gasping from surprise. Schlatt climbs over you, pinning your arms by your sides and trapping you beneath his broad shoulders. 

His lips find your neck this time. You gasp his name and arch your back into his body. 

“Fuck..” you whine, grinding your hips into his. “You like that, baby?” He grumbles, digging your hips down into the mattress and mumbling into the soft spot on your neck. 

“Please fuck me, Schlatt. Please.” You beg, unable to hold back anymore. You can't take it. You needed him now. 

He chuckled at your bluntness, raising his head to look at you. “Patience, sweetheart.” 

He works on your neck feverishly, biting and licking while he lifts your shirt. He briefly detaches from you to discard it and quickly dives his tongue back into your chest. His hands dance across your breasts, roughly kneading the soft mounds of flesh like his life depended on it. 

“Fuuckkk, Schlatt…” you whine, desperately rutting into him and bucking against his hard cock. You snake your hands through his hair, abruptly laughing when he sucks at the ticklish spot on your chest. 

“Am I makin’ you feel good, toots?” he asks as he sucks at your nipple. You nod and card your fingers through his locks, tightening your grip when you feel his teeth scrape. 

“My Superman.” You tease, peering down at the top of his head. He pops your nipple from his mouth and rests his chin on your boob to look up at you. 

“What was that?” 

“I said you're my Superman.” 

“Huh. I think I'm more of a Wolverine type.”

“Is that ‘cause you have his chops?” You laugh, playing with his hair. His big brown eyes sear into your skin.

“No. It's because he has fuckin’ knives for hands.” He says sarcastically, chuckling. He suddenly thrusts his hips into your cunt, eliciting a deep moan from you. He leans forward to kiss you. You deepen the kiss and shove your tongue into his mouth.

Schlatt kisses you some more and breaks away with a smile, bringing some of your saliva up with him. “I look better in yellow, anyway.” he whispers.

He knows he had you right where he wanted when you burst into laughter. You grip onto his hair to try and contain yourself. He tightens his grip on your waist, digging his nails into your flesh with his erection pulsing deep into your core. 

“Wait, wait, baby!” You wheeze, overstimulated with glee and arousal. You kick your feet in protest. “You're so mean!” Your chuckles turn into moans and whimpers as he sits up on his knees, gripping your squabbling legs, spreading your thighs over his and rolling into you. He smirks as he holds you firmly in place. 

“I thought you said you wanted this dick now, hmm?” He mocks, smirking at your squirming. 

You nod through gritted teeth, feeling the familiar pressure build up in your stomach. 

“God, you really are a slut for me.” He grunts, grabbing your tits again and kneading them in his hands. “We haven't even started. How're you gonna last?” 

“It's your fault for… for teasing me, you dumbass.” You quip. Schlatt barks out a laugh, stopping his movements and scooting back a bit. 

“Well, let's change that then, shall we?” He throws your leg over his head and to the side.

You quickly take off your pants and underwear. Schlatt laughs at your eagerness. “Impatient much, doll?”

“Baby.” You say sternly, grabbing onto his forearm for emphasis. “I've been wanting to fuck you since you got home.”

He chuckles, cocking an eyebrow and smirking as he starts to unzip his shorts. “Is that so?” 

You nod eagerly, licking your lips as Schlatt slowly and painstakingly pulls his zipper down, unfolding the flaps one at a time. God, is he serious? Torturing you like this? 

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you scoff, scooting back and yanking his shorts down in one swift motion.

You shift your position and kiss his hard cock through his boxers. It twitches on your lips and you swear your brain short circuits. 

Schlatt moans and bucks his hips into your face, carding through your hair as he feels your tongue graze his tip. “Shit, sweetheart. Guess I need to tease you more often.” He lets out a low groan and watches you in awe, licking and biting desperately at his cock. 

“Need your dick now. Please, baby?” You beg through strained whimpers and groans, barely sounding coherent while licking his boxers.

Schlatt just nods, giving you the green light to tug his boxers down and grab his cock. You vigorously pump him, grateful to finally feel him in your hand. 

Schlatt moans loudly and tugs on your hair, throwing his head back in bliss. You circle your tongue around his tip, making his hips buck into your mouth. “Holy - haahhh - holy shit. I needed this, angel.” Your laugh muffles into him as you take more of him in your mouth, stroking the rest of whatever you couldn't fit.

This continues for a while - Jay’s hand tangled in your hair, his hips meeting your face, his unholy noises harmonizing with yours. You wanted him to cum in your mouth so badly, to taste him, but eventually he pushes you back and lays you down. “Sorry.” He sighs. “Didn’t wanna cum before you did.” He climbs up your body and spreads your legs apart.

You smile fondly, briefly appreciating his courtesy before his thick fingers come down to meet your clit. You gasp and raise your hips in the air. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” You whimper.

“Yeah, doll?” 

You nod eagerly. Jay smirks and whispers in your ear, “You’re doing so good.”

“Faster, please.” You beg, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you feel his fingers speed up.

“So good for me.” he repeats.

You couldn’t help but moan at his sweet words, gyrating your hips into his thigh as he presses himself into the mattress.

Your orgasm is building quickly. You scream and whine into his shoulder, feeling the pleasure envelop you as Schlatt works you through it. 

“That’s it, doll. Let go for me.” Schlatt pants in your ear, keeping up the pace on your sensitive clit. 

It hits you all at once. Your body convulses and squirms into him. Jay’s digits slow down as you ride out your high and your breathing returns to normal. He carefully lays you down, kissing your temple and grinning into your cheek. 

“All fucked out for me, doll, huh?” He whispers, his tone light and teasing. He lifts his head to peer down at you, fully expecting you to call it quits. 

But there’s a new spark in your eyes. He’s caught off guard as you regain your composure and huff, grinning up at him like a madwoman.

“Not yet.” You push him onto his back, throwing your leg over his waist and positioning yourself on top of him. Schlatt grabs your hips and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He loves it when you take charge, making him feel small under you. It really did something to him. 

That much was evident with how hard his cock was pressing against your stomach, leaking precum onto your belly button.

“Fuck, angel.” Schlatt whimpers, watching you flip your hair to the side and press his dick into your stomach. He squeezes your hips, aching to be inside you. “Need you so bad.”

“So impatient for me, hun.” You tease, mocking him for earlier and gingerly sliding your hand up and down his cock, pressing it into your soft stomach. 

Schlatt groans and lifts his hips slightly, desperately trying to get any sort of friction as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Please, baby. Just fuckin’ ride me already.” he whimpers.

You sigh and lean forward, placing your hands above his shoulders and lifting up on all fours. Schlatt slides his hands to your hips, lining up his tip with your entrance. You kiss him softly, slowly, feeling a moan escape his lips and slide into your mouth. You smile wickedly as Schlatt tries to lower you down onto him. You pull back from his lips, tisking at his disobedience. 

“Nuh, uh. Did I tell you to move me?” You ask bitterly, your harsh voice ringing through his ears. Schlatt stops in his tracks. 

His eyes shoot open. A flicker of fear scatters across his face. 

“Answer me.” you order.

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath you. “No, ma’am.” His voice comes out strained, hesitant. You sigh again, staring at him disapprovingly. You ghost your lips past his cheek and bite down hard on his earlobe. Schlatt whines and hisses. “Fuck! Shit!” he curses, his breath escaping in huffs and grunts.

Maybe that was a bit too far. 

You kiss his neck softly to say sorry. “You can lower me now, baby.”

With that, Schlatt sighs shakily, easing you down onto his cock and groaning. He fills you up perfectly. You squeal into his neck, savoring the feeling of his warm cock pulsing inside of you, the tip barely kissing your cervix.

When your hips meet, he rubs your back softly, dragging his fingers along your spine. “Can I move, doll?” He asks, his voice quiet. 

You felt so full, so good, so happy. Your dominance instantly disappears at his question. 

“Please, love. Go ahead.”

He smirks and begins pounding into you, squeezing your hips tighter with each thrust. 

You whine and moan, your voice getting louder and louder as his rhythm quickly falters. Your pussy flutters wildly, hips jostling above him with the force of his penetration, only adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“Schlatt, I’m gonna - “ You choke out, feeling your second orgasm building faster than before.

“Cum with me, toots.” He pants, reaching up to hold the back of your head. 

You silently scream and arch your back, meshing your hips with his. Schlatt thrusts one last time into you, feeling your cunt squeeze around him and release your juices all over his cock. He pulses inside you and releases his own load, squirting his hot cum into you and holding you as close as he can. 

“Shit, fuck, holy shit.” He curses, tightening his grip in your hair as his body shakes and he releases every last drop. He holds you and drags his fingers through your hair, easing back into the mattress. 

Schlatt coaxes you through your high, squeezing you and trailing his hands over your body lightly. “Shhh, angel. There you go.” He whispers, letting you relax into him. He smiles tiredly and plants soft kisses to your head, whispering sweet nothings into your hair. 

“You did so good for me.”

“You’re so gorgeous.”

“That’s it, pretty. Just breathe.”

A couple minutes pass and you both settle down, a beautiful mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. Schlatt clears his throat and lightly squeezes your waist, signaling you to move. You slide off of him with a groan, resting your head on the pillow. Sleep threatens to overtake you as Schlatt carefully slips out of bed, not wanting to disturb your peace. Your body goes limp on the mattress. Everything feels heavy as gravity sinks you down further into the bed sheets.

“Gonna go shower, angel.” Schlatt whispers, hovering over you and kissing your cheek. You murmur a quiet “m’kay” and sleepily watch him shuffle to the bathroom, smiling to yourself as you watch his ass jiggle and disappear behind the bathroom door. The last thing you hear is the rush of water hitting the tile floor. In the midst of your deep sleep, you dream of Wolverine Schlatt saving you from the forces of evil.

Tagging (albeit late) @the-slimebox @lettersfromharley

Really liked the cowboy au!!

AAHHH TYSM!!!

Almost, Maybe [Part 2]

1,759 words Summary: Fem!reader x teen!Schlatt. You’ve had a crush on Jay since you were twelve, unsure if he feels the same. Inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty.  This part isn't necessarily NSFW but contains some dirty thoughts. Read at your own discretion.  A/N: I love this series so much so far. Thank you all for your support! Part 1 - Part 3

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The sun is out and high in the sky, its heat pouring down on you. Gabe drives the speedboat fast enough that little droplets are coming off the sides and hitting your skin, but it's not enough to cool you down. 

Gabe slows down the boat and comes to a stop at a bay at the edge of the lake. “Alright, everyone get in the water willingly or I'm pushing you in,” he says. 

You look over at Robin. “Wanna jump in with me?” you ask. 

She nods. “Of course.”

The two of you make your way to the end of the boat and jump in the water. 

The water is cold, but refreshing. You swim away from the boat a bit. Robin follows you. 

You float of your back, letting the water cradle you as the sun beams down on you.

Robin splashes water in your direction, you sputter, laughing as you retaliate. 

You hear Maggie yelp, looking over to see Gabe has pushed her into the lake, jumping in himself. 

“You’re an ass!” Maggie shouts as she surfaces. 

“Jay, you better get in too or you’ll end up like Maggie here,” Gabe says.

Jay stands at the end of the boat, hesitating. 

“Come on, Jay!” Robin says. “Don’t be a wimp.”

He grins. “I’m just thinking about my approach.”

Jay backs up to get a running start and cannonballs right beside you. The impact sends a huge wave of water over you, momentarily submerging you. 

When you resurface, he's already laughing. “Worth it.”

“You suck,” you say, chuckling a bit as you splash him in the face. 

He coughs, sputters, and splashes you back. The two of you dissolve into laughter, water flying everywhere. 

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist. His touch sends shockwaves through your body. “Truce?” he asks, dropping your wrist just as fast as he grabbed it. 

You smile. “Truce.”

Gabe climbs back into the boat and claps his hands together. “Alright,” he says. “Who's up for a game of chicken?”

Robin whoops. “Let's do it!”

“Okay, teams of two,” Gabe says. “Robin, why don't you go with Maggie. Then, Jay and Y/N can be partners. I'll be the ref.”

You look over at Jay. “Guess I'm stuck with you, huh?” he says. 

Your cheeks burn as you swim toward him, hoping he doesn't notice. “Guess so.”

Jay kneels down slightly and gestures for you to climb onto his shoulders. You hesitate for a second before placing your hands on his wet skin and hoisting yourself up onto his shoulders. 

His hands grip your thighs to steady you and your entire body goes rigid. This was a bad idea. 

Robin and Maggie prepare for battle while you try not to think about how close Jay’s hands are. How natural it feels. How you wish they were exploring your entire body, not just your thighs. 

“Alright,” Gabe shouts. “Ready, set - go!”

Robin lunges toward you, trying to push you off Jay’s shoulders. You try to fight back, gripping onto Robin’s arms. 

Jay’s grip tightens around your legs, keeping you steady. He’s stronger than you expected. 

At some point, you almost fall, but he adjusts quickly, holding you tighter. 

“Hold on to me,” he murmurs. 

Your breath catches, but you do as he says, your hands tangling in his hair for balance. 

After a few minutes of back and forth, Robin wins the round and sends you toppling backward into the water with a laugh. You break the surface, gasping for air.

“I think you let her win,” Jay teases, running a hand through his wet hair. 

You roll your eyes. “Excuse me, I fought for my life.”

He laughs, but his eyes linger on you for just a second too long. 

“We should probably head back to the house,” Gabe says. 

You and the others scramble back onto the boat. You grab a towel and dry off before sitting down. Jay does the same and sits down next to you, his thigh gently brushing yours. 

Gabe starts the boat and speeds away from the bay. 

Later that night, Drew finally arrives, pulling up in his car just before dinner. He doesn’t look like he wants to be here, but your mother, Susan, and Julie run out to greet and hug him anyway. 

“Drew!” Maggie says excitedly, running up to hug him, while you approach more cautiously.

“You actually showed up,” you say, crossing your arms.

He smirks. “Don’t sound too surprised. Mom guilt-tripped me into it.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re glad he’s here. 

After dinner, the parents decide to go to a bar and you and the other kids start a bonfire. You grab blankets and marshmallows, settling into a circle around the crackling fire. The night air is cool, but the flames keep you warm.

Gabe stokes the fire, sending sparks up into the night sky. “Anyone want to play truth or dare?” he asks.

“Hell yes!” Robin says. 

“Alright, I’ll start. Robin - truth or dare?” Gabe asks.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to shotgun this beer,” Gabe says, tossing Robin a beer from the cooler. 

Robin catches it and pulls out a pocket knife. “Challenge accepted,” she says as she cuts a hole in the side of the can and puts it to her mouth. You and the others cheer her on as she chugs the beer. 

When she finishes, she does a small bow and throws the can into the trash before sitting down. 

“Alright,” Robin starts. “Maggie. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Maggie says. 

“I dare you to… run across the dock barefoot.”

Maggie takes off her shoes and socks. “That’s easy,” she says as she runs toward the dock. 

The game moves on, each person getting their turn. Drew is dared to jump in the lake fully clothed, Jay has to tell an embarrassing childhood story, and Gabe is dared to prank call his ex-girlfriend. 

Finally, it lands on you. 

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Gabe asks. 

“Truth,” you say. You don’t want to do some crazy shit and potentially get hurt. Telling an embarrassing story is better in your opinion. 

Robin whispers something in Gabe’s ear and smirks. Gabe gives her a confused look. “Okay, who was your first crush?”

Your stomach drops.

You glance at Jay instinctively while Robin watches you like a hawk. Your heart pounds. Do you lie? Do you brush it off?

Before you can answer, Drew speaks up. “Oh, that’s easy,” he says. “It was Jay.”

The entire group falls silent. 

All eyes turn to you. Your face burns. Jay looks stunned, his mouth falls open as if he’s about to say something but stops himself. 

“Drew, shut up,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“What?” he says. “It’s true. You used to follow him around like a lost puppy when we were kids.”

Maggie chokes on her drink and Robin looks like she’s going to explode from excitement. 

Jay clears his throat. “I - uh - I didn’t know that.”

You want to crawl into the ground and disappear. Or, better yet, throw yourself into the fire. Anything to get out of this awkward situation. 

Robin leans forward. “But what about now?” she asks. “Still got a thing for him?”

“Okay!” You stand up abruptly. “I think I’m done with this game.”

Robin is dying of laughter, and even Maggie looks amused. Drew looks pleased with himself, while Jay is unreadable. 

You turn on your heel and start walking back toward the house.

As the night goes on, the others slowly trickle back into the house. A storm quickly rolls in, causing the last few to come running back.

You spend most of the night playing board games and watching movies, but you can’t shake the awkwardness with Jay.

You go out to the back porch, wanting to get some fresh air. You hear the door slide open behind you. You turn your head to see Jay. 

“Hey,” he says, leaning on the railing beside you.

“Hey,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze.

You fall silent, the only sounds coming from the rain falling on the ground. Jay sighs, rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he’s nervous.

“I - uh… didn’t mean to act weird earlier,” he says. “Drew caught me off guard.”

You scoff. “Yeah, he seems to have a talent for that.”

Jay exhales. “I just didn’t know that you felt that way.”

You tighten your grip on the railing. “Yeah well,” you say. “It was a long time ago.”

Jay doesn’t he respond right away. Instead, he turns to look at you. You can feel his gaze on you, watching, waiting.

“But what about now?” he asks.

Your breath catches. 

You knew this conversation was coming. From the moment Drew revealed your crush, it was inevitable. But now that you're standing here, with Jay looking at you like he actually wants an answer, like maybe he’s been thinking about this too, you don’t know what to say.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, though it’s a blatent lie.

Jay exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look… I get it. This is weird now. But I just - I need to know if you still feel that way.”

Everything inside you goes still.

The air shifts between you, heavy with something unspoken. The only sound is the rain, steady against the roof, against the wooden deck.

You could lie. You could brush it off, laugh, make a joke.

Or you could be honest.

Your throat feels dry, but somehow, you find your voice. “Yeah,” you admit, barely above a whisper. “I do.”

Jay doesn’t react at first. He just stands there, watching you, as if processing what you just said.

Then, he steps closer.

“Okay,” he says, exhaling as if he’s been waiting for you to say that. “I think I feel the same way.”

Your stomach flips.

He lets out a nervous laugh. “Actually, no. That’s a lie. I do feel the same way.”

The world narrows to just him. Just this. 

“Jay,” you whisper. Your heart beats faster as you stare at him. 

He takes another step forward, but before either of you can say or do anything, the door slides open. Drew steps out, startling you and causing you to step away from Jay.

“Oh, shoot,” Drew says with a slight smirk. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” you say before moving past him and into the house, making your way to your room. You reach your room and shut the door behind you, staring into a nearby mirror. 

What the hell just happened?

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Might fuck around and write some hobama fanfic idk guys

Guys I promise Big Bad John Part 3 will be out soon. 🙏 it's a smut chapter and I always get stuck writing smut. I will try to get it out as soon as possible! ❤️

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