Tessera

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

when he finally bit the bullet and rejoined her at the twinkie. stumbling over the keys in his grasp he couldn’t seem to work the lock that was otherwise habit to him. “ kie before anything happens, i just. am i reading things right here? like. do you really want to do this? ”

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

her subtle invitation was met with a much more blatant reaction from himself, unable to conceal the cogs turning in the back of his mind as he dramatically craned neck back and forth between her and the twinkie twice over. “ oh you mean , like right now? ”

i'm gonna put my head in an oven

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

jj was never capable of subtly. it was in his nature to go all or nothing, walking the fickle tightrope of wrecklessness with his ‘nothing to lose attitude’. except for when it came to kie, when it came to her he had 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to lose.

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

𝘐͟𝘧͟ 𝘐͟ 𝘭͟𝘦͟𝘵͟ 𝘺͟𝘰͟𝘶͟ 𝘭͟𝘪͟𝘷͟𝘦͟.@kildarekiller.bsky.social · 2y ago

“ you know, hook me up with some other kook. preferably one without seltzer soaked clothes. ”

ꨄ@lostaffections.bsky.social · 2y ago

i’m not a violent dog. i don’t know why i bite.

𝐽𝐽 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘 @poguester.bsky.social · 2y ago

𝐽𝐽 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘@poguester.bsky.social · 2y ago

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵.

awake and for what?

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

the rest parted to spend the night with tourists visiting the island. “ in the name of chivalry, as your damsel in distress, you are required by law to pay retribution for my suffering “

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

hands rested on knees while breath was caught, squinted eyes glancing up to catch her expression “ as much as i love pulling one over on the kooks, she’ll remember that. why’d you do it? ”

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

to prevent escalation. “ ooo, sorry bout’ that. my friend here is so clumsy. you need a towel? let me go get you a towel ” escape was made with kie dragged by the forearm, once turned a smile split his face “ couldn’t resist ruining a hundred dollar blouse could you? ”

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

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

( writing names down. ) uh — huh, expect them under yo tree on Christmas .

rafe, topper, toppers little bitch ass girlfriend..

give me a list of names 'nd i got you .

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

aye, i do a great job sellin' drugs, maybe this ain't a bad idea either.

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

you get it

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

wrong cameron.....

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

ward cameron under the christmas tree 😅

𝕭AR𝐑Y @pogueselling.bsky.social · 2y ago

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “ i mean, i don't do illegal things. written by jay, 20. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

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