Dumb LOTF shit I think of a lot

Ralph Doesn't Fucking Die

A/N: I totally forgot to add that I wanted this to be an NSFW one shot but then I realized that  I'm the complete opposite of a gay boy in the 1950s

A branch fell behind Ralph as the fire crackled around them. His sweat stuck to his forehead as the receding fire lapped at his calves. Ralph's wrists were bound by vines. He was finally caught by Jack Merridews tribe.

Ralph looked at his black feet the entire trek to Castle Rock. Jack had already made it back and stood tall with mocking victory. The savage holding Ralph pushed him toward the chief.

"Looks like you came to me anyways, Ralph," Jack sneered.

Ralph glared at him, "'Anyways' isn't a word."

The fair boy spat next to Jack's. The bloody spit slattered on his foot. Jack wrinkled his nose.

"That's no way to treat your chief."

The boys around the chiefs whispered cautiously.

Ralph looked like he was about to jump onto Jack at any minute, but both Ralph and Jack knew that Ralph has more dignity than that, and Ralph can't because his arms are bound.

A few more seconds of harsh staring went between the boys until Ralph became impatient.

"Will you just do your thing already. I've got plans with God if you don't mind."

The tribe murmured nervously. Jack's temper started to wilt.

"Shut up! All of you!"

The tribe shut up. All of them. Roger came out of the swarm of sweaty boys, "I can take care of him, chief."

Jack side-eyed him, "No, he's my catch."

Jack took Ralph with a disgusting hand and put it behind his neck, like when his mother tried to make sure he didn't run away in the store. The tribe watched them go into Castle Rock. The overwhelming amount of curious eyes sparked Jack's anger.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" he yelled.

"But chief--"

Jack's eyes went wildly opaque, "Get out!"

Everyone scampered out of view. Ralph couldn't help but respect Jack's authority, but he knows that that's not how he should treat people. Ralph's dignity stayed intact.

Jack led Ralph onto the bridge onto the naturally made steps. The steps led to a cave with an opening to the sea. The morning seeped into the hole and made the rocks pinker than they were at night. The ocean contrasted against the cliffs and popped out. The sun reflected off of the water and into Ralph's eyes. He would have enjoyed the environment if Jack hadn't pushed him farther into the cave. Jack kicked Ralph's legs from underneath him and scraped his knee.

"Christ, Jack. You could've just told me to sit down. What would I have done? Say, no?"

Jack looked out to the entrance, "Shut up, you prick."

Ralph observed his bloody knee, "Oh, so we're insulting now. Great. Love that."

Ralph continued to sarcastically compliment Jack's somewhat faulty plan if he had one at all.

"Wow. Fantastic. Amazing. Great job. Outstanding move."

"Would you just shut up for five seconds?" Jack growled.

Ralph attempted to cross his arms, but remembered that they were tied, "I would say the same about you."

Jack's lip raised in annoyance.