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tinycoffeeroom · 3 months

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thank god for bikes | arthurtv

inspired by @mrstelevision 🤍

face claim: steph bohrer ♡

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📍 london

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y/nsworld about last night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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user1 i'm in love with you

gkbarry cant believe i didn't even get photo creds ↳ y/nsworld please forgive my sins oh great gkbarry

user2 y/n!! i think the guys u mentioned on ur twt was george clarke and arthurtv!! arthur posted on twt about george getting hit by a bike on a wall!! ↳ y/nsworld !! let me check his twt <3

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arthurtv first pic taken moments before disaster (at least this one won't leave a scar)

georgeclarkeey don't know what was worse, the bike ptsd or you dribbling down your shirt ↳ arthurtv your mum doesn't mind my dribbling ↳ y/nsworld the dribbling was funnier to watch tbh ↳ georgeclarkeey take that mr television

gkbarry i didn't even notice it was you guys hiding in the corner ↳ georgeclarkeey just wanted some alone time with my boyfriend x ↳ arthurtv stop telling people i'm your boyfriend!!

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y/nsworld wine in coffee cups and classic literature in a park, my idea of heaven ꕤ

max_balegde got home off my head and now andrews mad i've ruined dinner plans ↳ y/nsworld andrew baby im so sorry :( ↳ andrew_spanndy could never blame you xx ↳ max_balegde god just date her already wooooow

gkbarry regret introducing the two of you, my poor ears will never recover from this ↳ y/nsworld thats your fault for putting two professional yappers together xx

arthurtv pretty sure that's bride you're reading... wouldn't call werewolf smut classic literature ↳ y/nsworld and how do YOU know what's in the book? 🤨

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georgeclarkeey totally normal photo to promote the newest useless hotline ep x

max_balegde rip my purple crocs... can't believe y/n stole them right off my feet... ↳ user2 !!! y/n at the arthurtv podcast recording?? my y/ntv senses are tingling ↳ user3 i'm pretty sure she was there bc her and max are friends... ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ user2 they've never randomly had their friends at recordings, dw you'll join the y/ntv cult soon

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv thank you spotify for inviting us out! (photo cred: y/nsworld)

user2 i am going to scream from the rooftops, y/ntv'ers unite!!

y/nsworld should receive compensation for having to look at george's bare grippers the entire weekend ↳ arthurtv will bring round some wine this weekend ↳ y/nsworld good boy ↳ user2 ... y'all are fucking with me atp

📍 ibiza

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y/nsworld beach bum 𓇼

gkbarry happiness looks so good on you ↳ y/nsworld i love the bones of you

user2 !! WHO TOOK THE PHOTO I FEEL INSANE ↳ y/nsworld my friend! :)

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv decided to stay in the sunshine a few more days :)

user3 user2 i fear you may be onto something ↳ user2 i'm gonna eat glass. like i am actually putting shards in my mouth rn ↳ y/nsworld omg pls don't

y/nsworld looking good mr television ↳ arthurtv why thank you miss world

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y/nsworld use code ynsworld for 15% off ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

max_balegde leaving my bf for you rn. ↳ andrew_spanndy not if i leave you first ↳ y/nsworld i can date both of you at the same time xx

arthurtv djsidjief djg ↳ y/nsworld you ok mr television?

y/nsworld didn't even think about what i was wearing when i went to go see mr hill sing about cold coffee, sorry guys you got the wrong arthur xx

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arthurtv someone forgot to change over to their finsta so i guess it's hard launch time... somehow got the most gorgeous girl on earth to agree to date me, must be my fantastic sense of humour

y/nsworld lbr most of them already knew, we weren't exactly subtle ↳ arthurtv speak for yourself xx

theburntchip it's the big ol' hog you got in them trousers ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ arthurtv ah yes forgot about that

max_balegde take care of her or me and andrew are snatching her real quick ↳ y/nsworld ... i may have to do some rethinking

user2 i can't believe i was right... VINDICATION ♥️ arthurtv, y/nsworld

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y/nsworld told him i forgot to change to finsta but really i just wanted to show that i bagged a hottie ✮⋆˙

georgeclarkeey still can't believe you snatched him from right under my nose ↳ y/nsworld we're still in the honeymoon phase so i may give him back x ↳ arthurtv what the fuck

gkbarry crying into a pint of ice cream thanks xx ↳ y/nsworld you know you're the love of my life xx

y/nsworld also user2 sorry for gaslighting you xx ↳ user2 i have never been so happy to be gaslighted could do a happy lil cry ↳ y/nsworld our fave y/ntv'er we love you ♡

#arthur tv imagine #arthur tv x reader #arthurtv imagine #arthurtv x reader #arthurtv fluff #arthurtv fics #arthur frederick imagines #arthur frederick x reader #arthur frederick fics

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respectthepetty · 4 months

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Pit Babe Jeff x Alan & Kenta x Pete Colors Ep. 11

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

Disclaimer: I've been listening to Drake's "You Broke My Heart (Fuck My Ex)" on repeat for over two hours, so I'm *in* my feels, and all of them are salty.

Jeffrey, the red? Really?! Is it because you are looking at Barbie suffering and know the truth?! YOU KNOW, MOTHERF*CKER!

Love that Pete's side starts with the blue-est drink because he is a GOOD MAN, while Waymond's side begins with the non-blue side since he cannot pick a side in this color war!

Peter, I know you were a red, but I also notice you in that blue blazer, and the way you look at Waymond. I wish Waymond could see that no matter how much the red may linger, he NEEDS to make a choice. Be blue. Commit to it, Way Way.

Babe is back in black, Alan is blue, and Jeffrey is a LIAR!

"You broke my heart. I had my doubts about you from the start! I swear you're dead to me. Does Mercedes make a hearse? FUCK MY EX!"

All I'm getting out of this is Jeffrey and Charles have a dad and Decanus was the fall guy for this very-dumb-plan. I am not a Dean apologist, but I am very much on his side, without a doubt, no hesitation.

Alan Scale - 12/10. Why?! WHY?! It's not even the damn outfits. IT'S THE RED TUBE OF PRODUCT PLACEMENT Y'ALL ARE SHARING! Are y'all secret agents?! Do y'all have superpowers? What in the hell is y'alls deal?!

KIMBERLY! Not wearing red. I wouldn't either. Fuck them hoes. You're a free man now. I love you and I like you.

Alan, you have never done anything wrong (expect apologize to lying Jeffrey), and you using the blue tube of product placement is healing my soul. I love you. I like you. I respect you.

Pete in the blue shirt too! My holy trinity is coming through. Kimberly, Alan, and Peter, you are good men, and I have never doubted you. You three will save the day like the PowerPuff Girls. Sugar, Spice, and Chemical-X. Beat the hell out of Mojo Jojo Big Red. And in case it's not clear: Alan = Buttercup, Kim = Blossom, Pete = Bubbles

Kentana, why do you have spies at Bubbles' place?! You were spying on him in the woods, and y'all had that moment. Why are you so obsessed with him?

Jeffrey, in the blue. Better be telling Buttercup you're sorry for LYING and that you love him. You will never find a better man. NEVER!

Oh, are you telling him that?!

I think you are! There is pink!

Buttercup, these was cheesy af, and I'm disgusted at myself for smiling when the hearts connected.

POP OFF, SIR! Sex on the blue bed!

Sex in the blue shower!

Cuddles in the blue bathroom! Jeffrey is gonna be blue one way or another, even if Alan has to -redacted- it into him.

Big Red did wear red once?! Color me shocked, but who are these kids in the past? A blue kid and red kid? Which one are you, Kentana?

I love that the blue is *right* there next to Kentana, yet he stays in the black. He is a Black Brooder, but he is blue-adjacent, and I just do not understand why he can't be loyal to the blue instead of the red.

Oh, wait! Was that them as kids?! Pete, in his red pants, emerged from the blue (because he has always been a GOOD MAN!), but . . . that means Kentana was the little blue kid? Kentana, what made you go black? The abuse? The manipulation? You and Barbara are the same text, but different font, and I just need you to be better. Kiss Peter and let him heal you because this is the second time you have pushed him against a wall, and I think you want any excuse to be on him.

Waymond, I'm stressed over your ass. Color-coded boys in love get happy endings, and unlike Kentana who is color coded black and Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog who are just pure color chaos, you refuse to pick a damn color. And do you know what that means? No happy endings. You are paired with Peter, and he is trying with you, but it's episode 11 and you haven't solidified your color. Are you black? Are you blue? Are you red? Are you gonna kiss Peter because if not, Kentana sure looks like he will? ARE YOU GOING TO GET A HAPPY ENDING?!

Peter, always in the blue! ALWAYS! Give that blue to Waymond. Give that blue to Kentana. And kiss them! I cannot support Waymond and Kentana's wrongs if they don't kiss a boy (with consent, Waymond!)

KENTANA! In the dark, again. Pete is always coming from the blue, and you are always in the dark. SEE THE LIGHT, KENTANA!

Oh my god! The dark versus light. Y'all were best buddies since childhood. Quit your shit, Kentana. You are a good guy in there. I saw it in the beginning when you looked sad that Barbie was being hit, but I need you to act! I need you to do something, and I'm hoping it won't be sacrificing yourself. Kiss a man! Kiss Kimberly already! You and Waymond are scaring me!

OH SHIT!

Pete. Liked. It.

Waymond. Waymundo. Way. I thought you were supposed to be with Peter and Kimberly and Kentana would be the new Kardashians, but . . . are you going to be the sacrifice? You cannot settle on a color. You haven't kissed a man (with consent). You are drinking all the time. You were taking pills to cope with life. Kiss any man so I can know you are safe.

FUCK!

Way, please touch Whiny Winifred and convince him not to do shoot. Way, please do not take a bullet for Barbara to atone for your sins. Barbie can fix himself if he is shot. Way, please do not do this to me. Please. I'm begging you.

Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 11 #way is gonna do it #he is gonna break my heart to redeem to himself #It's because I like Nut that I cannot be rationale about this #I'm gonna be stressed all week

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rottmntsimp · 5 months

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can u maybe do april and a shapeshifter s/o whose insecure of their true form? (u can choose the true form :3)

Sweet shifter o'mine

Pairing[s]: April x Insecure!Shapeshifter!F!Reader

A/N: Don't mind the gif, I just thought she looked cute <3 Oh and sorry I kinda made it like a oneshot 😅 Also...friends to lovers, anyone???

[FYI I'm gonna be out for a week so take this as a peace offering <3]

April

💚- All she wanted was one normal friend

💚 - Not a mutant, not a yokai, not a bloodthirsty foot-clan member, just a normal human friend, who she can go out with hang out with [not that she discriminates <3]

💚 - Now, when she found out you're a shapeshifter, she wasn't upset, no-

💚 - She was glad, excited even, that you trusted her enough to tell her this, but all hopes she had of having a "normal" human friend...

💚 - Poof, gone with the wind

💚 - Constantly asking questions about your powers

💚 - "Does it hurt when you shift?" "Is there like a time limit? Do you have to shift back to your original form after some time?" "Oh! Have I seen your original form before?-"

💚 - Immediate discomfort in the air

💚 - April being April, immediately catches onto the bad vibe and changes the topic. But, by god, if that didn't pique her interest...

💚 - Shrugging it off as just being a bad time to bring up, you guys go a few days [maybe even weeks] without bringing it up

💚 - Until it does happen 😔

💚 - Now she's definitely noticed a pattern in your behavior. The awkward silence, the dismissal of the topic, the shifty eyes-

💚 - And y'all know April- New mystery in town? You know damn well she's going full reporter mode till she gets an answer, and it better be a satisfying one.

💚 - Now, I firmly believe she's not one to go snooping through your private things [looking in your room, peaking in, etc,]

💚 - But she will record your behavior. What topics make you nervous? What prompts you to shift forms? Different form everyday or not as frequently? Similarities between each form, so on and so forth.

💚 - Now there are two ways this can go.

💚 - Option A: Never speak of this again.

💚 - Option B: In the case that you have this thing where you have to go back to your original form after a certain amount of time-

💚 - If you guys are roommates and/or dating, it's more likely than not, that you'll end up having to go back to your original form in front of her.

💚 - For example, maybe you guys were out, at a diner perhaps, and it's taking longer than expected.

💚 - The timer you put on your phone rang, warning you about the time, or more specifically, how you were going to shift back soon. Panic rising, you excuse yourself before striding over to the bathroom to go hide yourself.

💚 - This wasn't anything that confused April, I mean, you're just going to the bathroom, right?

💚 - Now what did confuse her, was the fact that it had been twenty minutes since you'd left-

💚 - Thinking something's wrong, she made her way over to the restroom, her eyebrows furrowing together as she heard...was someone sniffling?

💚 - You freeze, as you heard her call out your name-

💚 - Fuck, you couldn't afford to be caught! First you have to deal with shifting back, possibly ruining your date and now this? You didn't want her to think of you as weak.

💚 - Wiping away your tears, and clearing your throat, you let out a simple "I'm okay," cursing as your voice cracks.

💚 - Alarms rang in April's head, as she walked closer to where she assumed the noise came from, "Are you sure...? I can stay if you need me to-"

💚 - "I'm fine!" You interrupt her, desperately wiping away your tears, making every attempt to look calm and collected.

💚 - Bringing the hood of your jacket over your head, you cover your face half way, head down as you walked out of the stall, forcing a smile, "Let's just...go home."

💚 - [Sorry for going into oneshot mode, I'm back-]

💚 - Now, it's no use trying to escape, because no matter how many tears you wiped away, how many times you cleared your throat, April could tell something was wrong.

💚 - And hopefully the bathroom is empty, because whether you like it or not, a confrontation is going down.

💚 - Now, she won't corner you or hold you down, but the look she gave you, that look of concern, or affection, of trust...it made you want to stay, despite your beliefs

💚 - So you did. You explained to her, how you've shifted, and how you were hiding because you were...afraid.

💚 - "Afraid...of what?"

💚 - But she was only greeted with an awkward silence.

💚 - Now, seeing you this vulnerable, it made her heart break. She didn't realize you didn't feel comfortable enough to show your true self around her.

💚 - Despite the temptation to pull you into a bone breaking hug, she kept her distance, nodding, thinking this over.

💚 - By now you felt another break down on its way. This was it. This was the moment you would kiss goodbye to this life. I mean, it was expected, why would April, a strong, independent, secure woman want to be with little ol' insecure you?

💚 - The air was stiff, just like that night all those weeks ago...only this time, April took a step forward.

💚 - You took a step back, noticing her sneakers make their way closer, till you have nowhere left to go, leaning against the sink counter.

💚 - It wasn't uncomfortable, no, April made sure to give you space, but yet it still felt suffocating, as though you were trapped, with no choice but to face what was to come.

💚 - You could see her shadow stretch as she reached out towards you, your head hung low, hood still on. The fabric of your hood ruffled in your ear as she paused, the rim gently in her grip.

💚 - That pause, it was like a silent plea, one last chance for you to leave, to forget all of this, yet begging you to stay...and stay you did. You stood there, frozen in your place, awaiting the inevitable tug, a gasp of shock, a break up which would leave you heart broken for months, years even; wincing as the fabric fell, head held down, ready to face anything thrown your way...

💚 - Yet all you got was silence.

💚 - Looking up, all you could see was a soft smile, as she brought her hand up to cup your face, the look in her eyes apologetic, comforting...

💚 - "You're...beautiful..."

💚 - You froze.

💚 - "...What?"

💚 - You could only listen in shock, as she praised you, apologizing for having to put up with all of this, your check resting in the palm of her hand as she stroked your cheek with your thumb.

💚 - The stuffy atmosphere cleared, as she brought you close for a hug, gently, yet it was as though you were locked in her arms. Unable to move, unable to leave.

💚 - Not that there was anywhere else you'd rather be...

[Please for the love of god someone draw this I'm actually so proud of coming up with this scenario 😭😭]

Taglist:

@lemme-be-cringe-damnit @sleepytime-fics @ray-of-midnight-storm @hamthepan @charismakat @flapajacker

#simps fics #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt april x reader #rise april x reader #2018 april x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #save rottmnt #tmnt x reader

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stinkysam · 1 year

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Eddie Brock - Salt lamp

Warning : Human eating

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : Eddie and MR have been dating for a bit but he was never invited back to Eddies place. But when he does he notices Eddie strange and even talking to himself and when MR is on his way home he is about to get mugged until Venom saves and Eddie reveals the full truth.

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : bold is Venom talking

"Welcome to me casa." Said Eddie, opening the door for you to get in.

They had cleaned everything in two days and a half, repairing and getting rid of anything that wasn't normally found in a normal flat.

You entered and instantly got curious about his room. Did he have any posters ? Was he a salt lamp or lava lamp type of guy ?

"Can I see your bedroom ?"

"Sure. Let me show you." He said, walking before you.

His place was absolutely… normal looking. Nothing weird or out of the ordinary. Almost boring.

The only thing that stopped it from being boring is that it seemed to make Eddie talk to himself more.

"No, not now V."

"Not now what ?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

And it was not the first time this happened. Just, today you remembered all the times you caught him talking to himself.

At first it was just funny and endearing. But now it feels a bit weird. Was there something he did not tell you ?

You said nothing and waved it off. A problem for another day.

You spent the whole day together, cuddling on his couch as you spoke about nothing and everything. Then it was time for you to go back home.

"What if you stayed here to eat with us ?"

"Us ?"

Fuck.

"...me and the bugs ?"

Good save.

"What bugs ?"

"The ones in the walls ?"

"Well done Eddie, everyone has bugs in their walls." Spoke Venom in Eddie's head.

You looked at him, confused but said nothing, agreeing to his suggestion.

"Alright, I'll eat with y'all then."

"The bugs and I say thank you." Eddie said, kissing you.

"Mhmh."

You cooked and ate together before it was really time for you to leave, the night was already there.

You kissed him goodbye a few times, and a few more times before finally leaving.

Everything felt alright, the best day ever.

Until you felt something sharp and hard touch your back and then someone.

"Give me your wallet. Don't do anything funny."

You gulped hard at the voice, hands shaking as you slowly reached for your pocket. Then you remembered… you didn't take it with you this morning. You left it at home.

Fuck.

"I don't have it."

Is this how you die ?

From a mugger ?

His knife poked you, shaking you out from your thinking.

"Nice try-"

You mentally prayed to any God to hear you and save you and then you heard something that sounded like someone falling behind you, the knife no more on your back.

"Wha-"

Then you heard something crack. Bones. Followed by more cracking and squelching as you turned around. Your eyes grew wide as you screamed at the sight. A lifeless and headless body lying on the ground as a big black humanoid monster stood in front of you.

"No no no no it's me !" Said a voice as suddenly Eddie's face appeared from inside the monster.

"Oh my god it ate you !"

"No, I'm fine, look !"

And within seconds the black monster was gone, looking like it was absorbed by Eddie.

"What was that ?! Did you eat him ?!"

"It was Venom, my symbiote, he eats people sometimes. Not always. Not if I tell him to."

"Your symbiote ? Okay." Your eyes were still wide, shock evident on your face as you tried to swallow down the information. You wanted to puke, the blood from the man slowly spreading and reaching your shoes.

"Are you okay ?"

"Huh… I don't know, are you gonna eat me too ?"

"No, of course not. Never."

"Are you sure ?"

"Of course, love. I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how. I'm sorry. Are you okay ?"

"Yeah… yeah… can we… can we go back to your place ?"

Eddie stared at you. "Sure."

"And you'll tell me more about huh… Venom ?"

"Of course. He's huh. Happy to hear you want to know him."

#male reader #m!reader #eddie brock #eddie brock x male reader #venom #venom x male reader #marvel #mcu

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gingerjolover · 7 months

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Pet Names - JM (Muna)

currently listening to new romantics (taylor's version) and im living

also canonically thinking of soft!gf i cant stop myself we are one

All of Muna uses baby/babe/honey so those aren't included that's just canon i said what i said

rpf smut under da cut - minors gtfo

Babygirl - this is just soooooo jo coded okay? babygirl is in public, in the bedroom, on the moon ok there's something legit wrong with your partner if they don't call you babygirl at least once a day. i think jo likes it because it's different than baby and babe, it's more personal because its acknowledging that you're their babygirl, idk if that makes sense. i have this vision of jo running to you before going on stage being like "quick! babygirl!" and puckering their lips because you're def their good luck charm. and then post-show, sweaty!jp is rubbing their sweaty forehead on you being like "that's hard work right there babygirl" or something so fucking cheesy you're rolling your eyes, smiling at them while wiping your head.

also fully leaning into post-concert sex, i mean jo is going to town absolutely blowing your back out being like "that's it babygirl, that's it".

Flower - okay so hidden meanings!reader is called flower. i think its so cute because jo would start slipping it in randomly like starting with compliments. you and jo are on a walk and you're plucking random flowers, fixing them in jo's hair when they find one and put it behind your ear, it starts with "you're so pretty i should be calling you flower," and "this flower is almost as pretty as you," before kissing your cheeks with an audible mwah sound. i think it's used almost as an everyday name but especially when you're soft. "tell me all about your day, flower" and "I'm sorry that sounds really hard, my pretty flower," IDK I THINK ITS CUTE

if we wanna get smutty, and i know yall do, Jo would def use it as some like play on words. they'd be at your feet on the bed and be all cocky and smirky like "you gonna open up for me flower?" wiggling their eyebrows before pushing your knees apart

Dear - husband!vibes okay, Jo is so "Yes dear" coded. I think obviously they'd use it normally like you'll be talking and walking away to the laundry room and Jo is calling after you like "what did you say dear?" or you'll be stressing about your schedule and Jo will swoop in and save the day, taking some errands off your plate, "I'll take care of it dear."

But like Naomi, they play up the husband card so well and y'all will be at a bar or something with friends and you'll have made plans last week and you remind Jo about them and with faux apathy they'll say "Yes, dear," with a sigh before you're slapping their arm and laughing

Doll - doll is so boyfriend and i think of grease or like the 50s when i hear doll but i think its something that Jo hypes you up with. Maybe for Muna's first Eras show you get ready backstage with them and Franki and Katie are taking pics for you in your outfit, Jo comes out nervous as hell but warms up in an instant seeing you just being like "Holy shit doll, look at you," before grabbing you by the waist and kissing you silly

Something weird and it's never the same - okay im thinking like anything random. at least once a day, Jo will walk into a room and be like, "good morning pudding pie," or they'll call you on tour and be like "hello apple muffin, i miss you, how are you?" and you literally never know what it's going to be and you don't think Jo has ever repeated a a name to you. it's usually food related but sometimes it's also another pet name, almost as if they are trying it out on you. You'll be getting ready for bed and Jo is calling from bed, "you almost done ladybug? I'm freezing."

#muna #muna x reader #muna blurbs #josette maskin x reader #josette maskin blurbs #gingy's blurb night

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melodrangea · 7 months

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can we have nicknames soul eater girls calling their s/o? Pls

absolutely my dear anon

Soul Eater girls don't get NEARLY enough love!

i'm also so sorry requests are taking so long my loves, but I am back in the writing groove and will try to clear my inbox this weekend!

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What Soul Eater Girls call their S/O

Maka Albarn

-Maka is another character that I fell wouldn't really use many pet names until she's older, at least into her twenties

-but when she does use nicknames they're either very classy or short and easy

babe

-just something quick, she'll be in a rush out the door and just kiss you on the cheek saying goodbye

"bye babe, I have to go but I'll see you when I get home, love you!"

hon

-Maka's definitely relaxed, sitting by the couch in one of your sweaters and a thick blanket, famous chopping book in hand

-you'd hand her a cup of tea and cuddle up next to her

she's respond with a "thank you hon"

honey

-she'll usually only call you this when she feels guilty (normally about being gone long on missions) or when she knows you've had a tough day

"how are you doing honey? __ said you weren't feeling well" :(

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

THIS girlie on the other hand would absoluetly adore giving you pet names

n/n

-fairly self explanatory but usually in front of people she doesn't know she'll call you by a short (cuter) version of your name

-you're just her adorable little s/o and you WILL be addressed accordingly

love

-used just as casually as anything else she'll ever say to you

-which never fails to make you extremely flustered in certain situations

"which movie did we leave off on love?"

beautiful

-this one is used more intimately

-a special occasion or something else, whatever she's doing she'll just turn to you and stare into your eyes

"I love you so much beautiful"

Liz Thompson

this cocky bitch (I'm lying I love her sm)

cutie

will probably be flirting with you or just trying to fluster you in general

"hey cutie you feel like going out sometime?" (you guys have been together for months too)

babe

again YOUR NAME DOES NOT EXIST

babe is essentially Liz's every other word talking to you

"babe are we still going out later? I still have to do my nails"

baby

calls you this when she's being more serious

"baby be careful, I don't want you getting hurt." "I love you too baby." "It'll be okay baby, just breathe."

Patty Thomspon

-I'm not gonna lie to y'all...

-pookie (pookie bear)

-she can and would, and ya'll know she would

"hey pookie! Are you ready yet???"

-like miss girl PATIENCE

scardey cat

-Patty gets into some crazy stuff because she just feels no fear

-so you being a normal person (no Patty we don't want to go into the haunted amusement park that's falling apart)

"c'monnn don't be a scardey cat, I'm sure the ghosts are friendly!" (cue Liz running away screaming)

n/n

-only normal thing Patty will ever call you

-would probably add 'chan' to the end of your name or nickname

-I love Patty but she's like a middle school boy hyped up on kool-aid with a recorder I'M SORRY

Marie

honey-bun

-it's only cute when she says it and she can and will call you honey-bun whenever she pleases!

"aw thank you honey-bun, I love you too!"

-you are her honey-bun now, just accept it

sweetheart

-makes you two sound like an old married couple and you love it

-you two will be cooking together and she'll ask you to hand her something

"do you mind passing me the olive oil sweetheart?"

dear/dearest

-y'all are the definition of an old married couple i'm sobbing

-she'll offhandedly tell you how much she loves you while calling you dearest

"I love you so much dearest, you truly mean so much to me"

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I love these four sm I swear

but anyways that's all for now my dears!

I'm here for your literary entertainment, I respond to requests as quickly as I can

-Melodrangea <3

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Play Dead! (Bungo Stray Dogs)

The way I legit forgot I wrote this akjerkjarjkaekjrkjaerkjaer

Hello everyone! I'm spoiling y'all this week- two fics in one day! :D And Lee!Dazai no less- who am I? (Forgetful. :D) Anywho- I wrote this with a friend awhile back and legit forgot about it cause life happened, but now it's been brought back to my attention and I realized I never did post it l;earkjeakjrkj I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Mentions of Suicide

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps)

@thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish

Summary: Dazai plays dead, much to Kunikida and Atsushi's frustration. After he unintentionally scares the hell out of Atsushi, Kunikida decides to teach the weretiger the best way to handle such a fussy man.

“DAZAI YOU MORON-” Atsushi sighed as he heard a loud thump, Dazai’s soft groans following shortly after. Since joining the agency, he’d grown used to the daily chaos his mentor seemed to get himself into. It wouldn’t be a normal day if Kunikida didn’t try to strangle or thump Dazai with his notebook.

“What did he do this time?” Atsushi asked as he watched the blonde poet return to his desk, brushing off invisible dust on his most current notebook.

“Take a wild guess.” Kunikida growled, sharp eyes turning to the weretiger. “He claimed he had a “new method of relaxation” I’d enjoy- then he tried to tickle me!” Kunikida growled, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know what goes on through that thick skull of his, but one day he’s gonna get himself killed! And not through whatever attempt of suicide he has planned.”

Atsushi hummed, nodding along softly. He was all too familiar with Dazai’s “relaxation techniques”. Then he blinked. “Wait- Mr. Kunikida. Are you ticklish?”

The glare the Doppo poet sent him cut deeply, chilling his veins and leaving him frozen in his seat. “I’d advise you to forget that idea, Weretiger. You won’t like what comes of it.”

“U-Understood!” Atsushi looked anywhere else- desperate to escape that harsh stare. His gaze fell to Dazai, still on the floor. Had he even moved? “Is Dazai okay?”

“In the head? Not at all.” Kunikida followed his stare, narrowing his eyes. “Ey, Dazai. Get up.”

Nothing. Not a twitch.

“Dazai, get up.” Kunikida called out again. Atsushi felt his stomach drop.

“How hard did you hit him?” He asked as he ran over to the prone detective.

“Barely! Not more than I usually do.” Kunikida was there faster, shaking Dazai’s body. Still no response.

“Is he breathing?” Atsushi asked, feeling himself start to panic.

Kunikida leaned closer, a hand coming up to feel a pulse along Dazai’s neck. One press-

“Ah! Ahehehehehe!” Dazai yelped with a giggle, shooting upward as he scrunched his shoulders. Kunikida and Atsushi breathe out a sigh of relief, the former’s expression growing into one of rage seconds later.

“Dazai! What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped, livid once more.

“Oh, Kunikida! Good morning!” Dazai grinned over his shoulder at him, eyes dancing with mischief. “See, I had this thought not too long after you smacked me with your notebook. What if I passed out on my airway? I’d pass away through asphyxiation!” Then he made a face of dread. “And then I remembered how long and terrible of a death that would be- so I changed my mind.”

“That doesn’t explain why you laid here not breathing!” Atsushi cut in, glaring even more fiercely than Kunikida. Turns out some things were possible in the right circumstances.

“Oh that! Just an old trick I picked up at my old job.” Dazai spoke so casually, as if learning to lower your breathing to undetectable levels was a normal thing to have on your resume. His smile faded, some seeing the hurt on his young apprentice’s expression. “Did I scare you? I’m sorry, truly.”

“You-” Atsushi looked close to tears. He was about- what? Cry, scream, pull a Kuni and smack Dazai with a chair- when said Poet spoke up.

“Atsushi. Dazai’s a complete idiot. Seems his stupidity isn’t limited to me.” The blonde cracked his knuckles, something unreadable in his voice. “I believe it’s about time I teach you how to deal with such morons.”

“Mr. Kunikida?” The pale man blinked, unsure of what was about to happen. Dazai on the other hand and rather flush faced- seemed to know exactly where this was going.

“W-Wait! Kuni, I’m sorry!” Dazai yelped, squirming beneath the other in an attempt to escape. “D-Don’t! Not in front of Atsushi!”

“Not in front of…?” Should he be here for this?

“Why not? You made him cry, you jerk. I think he should see you in such a state.” Kunikida reminded, getting comfortable on Dazai’s back, effectively pinning him down. “Don’t act like you don’t want this- you could easily get away from me if you try.” He leaned down some, making his voice low and dangerous. “Let’s be honest with one another- you want me to tickle you, don’t you?”

Dazai choked on a squeak, flushing even more. Any resistance he showed suddenly seemed to melt away as he averted his eyes, focusing on invisible dust within the carpet. If Atsushi were to lay his head on the ground ear down, he was sure he’d hear Dazai’s heartbeat pounding against it. “M-Maybe…?”

“Thought so.” Was Kunikida’s only response. Seconds later his fingers were drilling into Dazai’s ribs, gently pressing into the spaces between each bone. The brunette barely had any time to react, arching up with a cackle.

“Ah! Ahehahhahahhahaha! Kuhuhuhuhunikiihihihihda! Whahahahhaiit!” He squawked, squirming to and from as loud, handsome laughter pushed out his lips. “Pleheahhahahahse I’m sohohohohohohorry!”

“Are you? I’m not convinced.” The poet responded, dropping his hands lower towards his waist, worming his fingers between his belly and the floor. This made the suicidal detective flop like a fish, nearly smashing his nose into the floor with how fast he dropped down. “You really made us worry, you idiot. Like we’d accept those petty apologies!”

“Ahehahhahahahhaa! Pffft gehahahhahahaha! Aahahhaatsuuhuuhshi, hahahhahahalp!” Dazai wheezed, one arm trying in vain to grab Kunikida’s hands while the other reached out helplessly towards the weretiger. “Sahhahahhahahhve mehehhehehhehe!”

“No, help me Weretiger. Get his legs!” Kunikida offered instead- though it came out more a command really.

Atsushi shook himself free from his stunned silence, weighing his options. He highly doubted he’d win a fight with Kunikida, tickles or not. And Dazai was his mentor.

Still, Dazai did scare them pretty bad just now…

“Okay. I’ll help.” Decision made, Atsushi shuffled over.

“Nohohoho, wahhahait AtsuhuhuhuuhshIHIIHIHIHIHIHI!” Dazai all but shrieked when his thighs were grabbed, Atsushi’s fluffy claws coming out to gently drag up the offending limb. Meanwhile, Kunikida brought a hand back up to Dazai’s neck, worming beneath his ears and the back of his neck with fresh vigor. “GUUHUHUUHUHUHUYS PLEHHAHAHHAHAHAHSE STAHHAHAHAHAP!”

“Are you really sorry?” Atsushi asked, giving his thigh a squeeze- earning a squeal.

“YEHAHHAHAHAHHS!”

“Truly? Genuinely?” Kunikida asked, going for the spot on Dazai’s lower back that made his laugh silent. The other could only whimper out a yes as he nodded profusely. “Well, alright.” Together, he and Atsushi pulled their hands away, leaving the brunette to gasp for air. “What do you think, Atsushi? Is he forgiven?”

“Yeah…Yeah I think so.” He smiled, giggling softly as Dazai gave a weak thumbs up. “Now he knows not to do that.”

At least…for the rest of the day.

They’ll cross that bridge when they get there. At least Atsushi knew what to do when it came up.

Thanks for reading!

#bsd #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #atsushi nakajima #dazai's being stupid again #we love him though :3 #tw: suicide mention

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madds-is-ace-trash · 2 years

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Mother of the storms and her star child Ch. 3

(Part 1) (Part 2) ( Ya here sweet heart) ( Part 4) So um y'all like scare me, I've never had any one eat up what i write so um here's chapter 3.

Summary: Off to the manor we go, the boy gets some medical attention. maybe has panic attack who hurt this boy.

Chapter 3: A manors worth of scars

*knock* *knock *knock*

Dick eyes flicker open, if not for the slight crick in his neck that is the best he's slept in a long time. He goes to sit up a sudden weight shifting on his chest. OH shoot that's right he fell asleep holding that kid last night. What time is it? Should he … put him down? What if it wakes him up?

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Shoot right, the door, he stands up shifting the kid to lay on his shoulder with little protest. He opens the door a little “ Yes?” he asks softly as not to wake the bundle in his arms. At the other side he is greeted by… Cass. Hu she almost never came all the way out here. “ O it's you Cass,” he opens the door and gestures for her to come inside. “ Hey sorry, I just woke up so.”

OH no i'm so sorry , Cass used sign language most of the time if she could help it. She wasn't much of a talker but dick never minded it. She hurried inside and then eyed dick up and down. A smile curled across her face.

“ Don't sweat it I should probably be up anyway, honestly” He glances at the clock, “ O dang it 7:30 already?” He fumbles into his kitchen to turn on the coffee pot, and looks like was running late today.

New nephew? Cass giggled looking at the boy still sound asleep in dicks arms. Who would've guessed that the adoptive tendencies were contagious.

“ Ah yes right Alfred probably sent you? I found him coming home from patrol” Cass eyed her brother, her smile devious. “ O geez Cass don't look at me like that, what was I supposed to do to leave him?”

“ No of course not,” she says softly like a whisper on the wind. Her eyes are filled with a gentle expression. Perhaps we should get going though Alfred wants to check him out. Just as Cass finished her sentence an alarm began to blare in the room adjacent. The boy in dicks arms squirmed at the sudden noise. Wrapping his arms around the man's neck pulling himself into the crook of his neck.

“ Shoot looks like I should just call off at work at this point and go with you guys hu? Gordans gonna be pissed.” Dick ran his free hand threw his hair pushing it out of face. Cass just giggled at him and grabbed his mug.

“ You should have taken the day off anyway, yesterday was… a lot,” she turns on her heels towards the door forcing dick to follow her out the door. His shoes in her hand “ You can put them on in the car.” dang he wasn't getting out of this any time soon.

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The car ride was uneventful dick was able to pry the kid off of him and into the car, the boy still groggy gave no protest and allowed himself to be buckled into the seat, before drifting back off. Dick was going to have to get a booster. Is it normal for kids to sleep this much? Well the kid looked tired when he found him. He still hasn't eaten anything, he should try to feed the kid again right?

As if sensing dicks intunal panic, Cass chuckled, Already a mama bird? Dick couldn't help but chuckle she wasn't wrong, what was it about this kid that made all parental instincts scream. He had only had the boy for less than a day and yet he couldn't help worrying about him.

Before he knew it he was standing on the manor steps, a groggy boy resting on his hip. He comes to the manner all the time. Why was he so nervous? What was Bruce going to say, he should have brought the blanket so they could test it.

“ Um…. where are we.?” The small boy in his arms rubbed his eyes and his slowblinks turned into confusion as he stared at the door in front of them.

Before he could answer him the door slowly opened, Alfred standing on the other side, “ Master Dick I do believe knocking is customary to announce a arivial.” He raised an eyebrow at the man. Cass giggled behind him.

“Right… sorry,” dick ran his through his hair once more, the boy in his arms pulled his face against his chest hiding from the stranger. “ It's good to see you Al,” he sighed “ This is Danny” he gave them a reassuring rub on his back to try to coach him to look the butler in the face. The boy didn't budge. Dick began to walk through the manor doors pacing the threshold into a familiar entry way, a feeling of warmth rused over him. “ Danny? This is my friend Alfred,” he gently prodded, “ can you say hello?” The boy stuck out one his tiny hands and waved to the air, face still buried. “ He’s going to help us get you checked out ok?”

At the end of that phrase the boy pushed himself away from dick, “ No! No doctors!” the boy said with a panicked expression. For the first time since dick had scoped the boy up from the alley he actively fought against dicks hold. With a surprising amount of strength the panicking child attempted to peel himself from dicks grip. Dick had to lunge forward to avoid dropping the boy onto the tiled floors.

“Hey hey! Als not a doctor buddy,” shifting to his knees to avoid the boy from crashing down were he to escape. “ No doctors, your safe danny I promise” dick had the kid by his shoulders, danny's eyes were shut tight the kid scrambles his feet skidding against the tile.

“Promise?”Danny stares at dick with wide worried eyes that make his heat sink. He was breathing fast, panting, shaking under dick grasp.

Dick stared right back, “ I promise no one here is going to hurt you, not me, not Al, not cass, or any one else here ok?” He pulled the kid into a hug still on his knees even then the kid's head barely made it to his chest. “ The manor is the safest place I know”

“Ok” the kid hiced weakly, once again wrapping his arms around dicks allowing him to scop up the frightend child.

“Young Danny was it?” Al gently prodded, Cass placing hand against dicks back in worry. The boy gave a small nod,peeking at the butler who threw the side of his eyes. The kid's stomach growled, he popped his head up in embarrassment before curling up once more. “ I guess that answers my question of if you would like something to eat?” The man smiled softly, his eyes filled with a gentleness familiar to all of the wanes. “ Would you like to come to the dining room?” Another small nod and off they marched.

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Cass Scurried to the closet that sat Adjacent to the dining room, reaching in and grabbing a small booster seat from inside. Bruce had always kept a few on hand long before Cassandra even moved into the manor. Another symptom of his chronic adoption problem she supposed. She couldn't help but laugh though her brother standing by the table holding a small child in his arms, If it wasn't for his long hair she would have mistaken him for bruce.

The look of worry on her brother's face wasn't new to her. Oh, he was the oldest brother after all. The expression wasn't new; it often popped up in his face whenever someone was hurt on patrol, or if he was worried for their safety on a mission or even when he looked at Tim when he's clearly not gotten enough sleep. but this time it was different, almost hopeless and the way he gazed at the small boy in his arms. she couldn't help but feel the same worry:

The boy had might as well had a panic attack right in the foyer

What did someone do to him that he was so scared of doctors( it's normal for kids to be spooked but to panic?)

Why didn't he have shoes,

Why he wearing a shirt that was 5 sizes too big

and lastly why was he so small. The boy was too small for his own good. He can not be older than 4 to 6. His growth was clearly stunted by Malnutrition.

She shook her head now was not the time to get wrapped up, she pressed on pulling out and placing the seat on a chair. Giving the kid a soft smile, she then gave the same smile to her brother.

He set the kid down in the chair, his shoulders barely reaching the table even with the help. It would have to do for now. Her brother is sitting to his right. “ Can I sit next to you?” she asked softly, her voice quite. Danny eyed her up and down, then his face twisted as he thought about his answer. Whatever he had been considering he deemed safe. He gave her a nod and Cass slowly sat herself on the boy's left.

As soon as she settled into her seat Alfred walked in from the kitchen with a tray in hand, he placed a cup of tea in front of Dick and Cass, a glass of orange juice for Danny, then a plate with eggs, toast and fruit for the three of them. The boy's face lit up, his ice blue eyes, looking at Alfred as if to ask if it was real. The butler shoots him a smile, “ if you find yourself wanting more, all you need is ask.” He returns to the kitchen most likely to not overwhelm the child who looks like a kid on christmas over some eggs.

“Well go on,” dick said gently handing the boy a fork. Danny immediately starts digging in. They say nothing, Cass meets her brother's eyes, they look so sad.

Did you see his face? Cass sines

Yhea, his frown grows, Over eggs nonetheless, he looked at Al like he was joking with him.

It's going to be ok, She reaches behind the boy to place a hand on her brother's shoulders, we'll make sure he gets everything he needs from now on, always. A look of determination crossed her face, her brother matched it. A silent agreement, a silent promise.

Danny Coughs, Dick's hand rushes to pat his back, “ Hey buddy let's slow down a bit,” her brother coos, “ don't wanna make yourself sick.”

The kids plate was practically empty already, Oh yeah she was keeping that promise.

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When Alfred warned that Richard was bringing a guest the last thing he expected was a kid. Let alone a black haired, blue eyed, scruffy kid. Dick did always take after Bruce but honestly it was almost comical.

Tim had wandered down to the kitchen to refill his coffee. He did actually sleep even if it was for a few hours but that didn't mean he wasn't going just going to put off even more work. Tim snuck around the back way not wanting to interrupt the kid while he was eating, ( the kid was wolfing down food like he hadn't eaten in days, to be honest looking at the kid that might have been true.) When he walked into the kitchen Alfred was already cutting up more fruit and had apparently decided that stars would be the shape of choice.

“Master Tim, sleep well,” the old man smirked. “ Considering, you took the backway i'm assuming you saw the new guest?”

“Uhhhh… yeah I did, he looked … busy so,” tim chuckled to himself, “ way for Dick to take after bruce though. He's already roped in Cass to it seems.”

“Yes well, I'd Advise avoiding young danny if possible for the moment,” the butler placed the star shaped fruit on a plate, “ seems to the skittish type best not to overwhelm him.”

“Yeah sure ill stay out of your hair,” guess he was eating in the room, oh well he can just get back to work faster “ O hey Al it looks like the kid could use that booster seat? Do we still have it?”

“He’s in it Master Tim”

“WHAT!”

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It had taken a bit of coaching ( and maybe a bit of bribery with candy) to get the kid to let Alfred look him over. They were sitting in a bathroom, given Danny's freak out over a doctor's visit they figured it was a better bet then the med bay. Danny sat on the counter his legs swinging over the edge. Alfred had already prepped a bath, hoping if all went well he could at least mange to bathe the boy.

“May I remove your shirt young daniel?'' Alfred moved slowly so as not to scare the boy, the kid was already partially curled in on himself. Alfred did not want to startel the boy by touching him without permission.

Danny began to look around the room, Dick had followed them in as Danny seemed to be the most comfortable around him so far. He eyed dick then curled farther in on himself digging his face into his shoulder.

Alfred picked up on the boy's uneasiness, “ Would you be more comfortable if it was just me and you in the room?” he waited patiently as the boy thought it over and gave a little nod. “Well that's quite alright, Master Dick would you mind stepping out? It seems young Daniel would like some privacy.”

Dick gave the boy a soft smile, if he made it easier for Alfred to do his job he wouldn't fight it. “Yeah of course, i'll stay close by in case you need me. I'm just going to go down the hall and see if maybe Damian has something that'll fit him a little better.”

“Thank you Master Dick,” Alfred waited for the door to click, he didn't want to rush the poor boy. “ Now that it's just us, can we please remove your shirt?” The kid tugged at the shirt a little but did not go to take it off. “ Would you like help? If you rather do it yourself that's fine as well.”

“ I can do it,” he said softly. The boy began to slowly raise the shirt over his head, each inch it moved making the man fear they may be more than meets the eye than just a child abandoned in an alley. Scars so , so many scars littered the boy's body, burns and cuts all scattered his upper thighs and torso. The higher he brought the shirt the worse the injuries became. Alfred had not paid much mind to the lines on the boy's right arm when he had arrived at the manner, but now that he saw the whole array. A Lichtenberg figure starting at the boy's hand, getting deeper in color and how much it was raised the closer it got to his chest. O my the boys chest that was the worst of it, the man had held his expression until he took in the boys chest. A huge Y shaped wound, Stil pink as if freshly closed, stitches, messy and inconstant still present. He could no longer hold the expression of comfort he was trying to, his face dropped filled with worry. When the boy finally got the shirt over his head. That was the face he was met with.

“I'm sorry..” they boy hiced as if he was about to cry, why was he going to cry. Alfred knew the wound must have hurt but had he strained himself taking his shirt off?

“ Whatever do you have to be sorry for?,”Al recollected himself, this boy needed medical attention but if Alfred ruined this he could throw that out the window.

“im… im sorry I know” the boy stared at his chest, his eyes glazing over with tears, “I know i'm disgusting.”

“Now whoever said that?” Al had wanted to wait to tell Bruce, he knew he would find out soon that Dick had taken in a ward but whoever did this to this child was still lose. He wouldn't stand for it, no one would, a child. “We all have scars young danny, they do not make you disgusting.”

The boy began to hyperventilate, he was overwhelmed. Alfred leaned back a little to give the boy some space. Danny began to cry, his chest heaving pulling at the improper stitching, Al knew it had to hurt. He did the only thing he could, he went to embrace the boy but before he made contact the boy had disappeared? His crying was still audible, he hadn't left the room. “ Danny it's ok, i'm not going to hurt you,” he stepped back standing by the door, “can you come out? I just need to check your wounds ok? I just want to help you.” He had seen scars on all of the bats and birds, it came with the job, but this was different.

The soft whimpers did not stop, or seem to settle, the kid must be a meta. Tac it on the list of concerning information, the boy being a meta wasn't that big of a deal but mixed with the Y shaped mark on the boys chest. Well lets just say Alfred did not like the implication not one bit. “ no please, stop, no no no” The child echoed softly across the bathroom. That confirmed it, a panic attack.

Alfred opened the door, lisseing to make sure the whimpering didn't move from its spot in the corner. “ Master Dick I am afraid I may require your help in here” Dick immediately made a sprint from where he was standing to the bathroom, slowing a few feet before the door so he didn't scare the kid. Damian looked down the hall in confusion and proceeded to slam his door shut.

Dick slowly walked in the bathroom, Alfred shutting the door, looking around the bathroom for the kid. His face plastered with confusion, “ Uhh Al where did he go?”

“ Well I believe he's in that corner,” He gestured to the far corner of the bathroom opposite the tub where he could hear Danny crying.

“Al there's no one there?”

“Yes well I do believe the boy may be a meta, perhaps a familiar face will help him reveal himself. I'm afraid I might have scared him” Al looked at dick and it seemed that the young man caught on.

“Well this isn't good.” Dick said in a huff running his hands threw his hair.

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Dick knew that look on the old man's face, he hated it. He only made that face when something dire was happening. And considering he had a meta kid with unknown powers and unknown injuries he had an idea why he was making that face.

“Hey little buddy, are you alright?” He sat on his knees looking towards the corner that Danny's crying was coming from. “ I'm sorry we scared you” damn how was he going to calm this kid down he knew nothing about him.

“I do not think you are disgusting young danny, i'm sorry if anything i did made you feel otherwise,” Alfred chimed in.

“ I don't wanna * hic * no more,” the kid sobbed to himself, “no more please make it stop” they couldn't see it but dick would bet money the kid was banging his hands against his head, as if he could shake his thoughts out.

“ Hey buddy we're not going to hurt you we just want to help,” Dick took a gamble he inched forward, “ Your Uncle Cw left you with me, because he knew you'd be safe here” Dam he hated lying to danny but he had to get the kid to calm down.

“CW” the kid echoed in recognition , “ safe , mom and dad are gone,” a shaky breath leaves the boy's chest,” Uncle took me away, it's safe, I'm safe.” The kid repeated the phrase like it was a prayer, each repetition made dicks blood boil but not at Danny, no but whoever had dared to call themselves this boy's parents. Even Al had flinched, that look that Dick hated so much depping on his face.

As his breathing slowed the boy faded in the visibility and even curled into a ball, Dick saw them, the scars, The Y, the kids ribs his skin pulled tight due to many skipped meals. He didn't think he just scoped the boy up pulling The kid into his chest. He knew he couldn't but what Dick would give to be able to hug the boy's pain away. “ Shhh, shhh, shhh” dick cooed, rubbing his hand against Danny's back.

Alfred just stood there with a hand on his shoulder, if Danny had a mess with his snot and tears no one said anything. They let the boy sob his breathing slowing, his body still so cold. Once he had calmed down dick loosened his grip allowing the boy to pull away from his embrace. “ Can we get you patched up now bud?” Dick asked the boy, trying so hard to not stare at the kid's chest.

“We can only go as far as you are comfortable, however I would like to at least disinfect it and apply some numbing cream? Is that alright it must hurt.” Alfred asked gently, giving the boy a warm smile. The boy nodded, and stood but still clinged to dicks arm.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” dick asked the kid was griping him. As If he let go he'd fall into the middle of the sea. He looked at his feet and nodded.

No more words were said other than Alfred explaining what he was about to do to danny. He was trying to take care not to spook him and dick had to agree that talking through the process was probably helping. Danny was still clinging to dick but if it was helping he wasn't going to comment on it.

When Al was done he packed up the med kit and reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of candy, Danny's face lit up. It made both the men smile, they take that face over the pained expressions coming from a kid so small any day.

“Well unfortunately I wouldn't recommend a bath,” All finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “ May I still wipe you off? Mabey can try to wash your hair in the sink?”That was right dick had never gotten the clothing from baby bat.

“ Hey danny well Al washes you, I'm going to go get you something to put on ok?” the kid just looked up at him. “ I'll come right back some clean clothes will feel nice”

“Ok” Danny let go of Dick. Dick looked at the kid kepping a soft smile on his face tell the door was shut and he had stepped away from the door. The minute he felt like he had put an aceppetle distance from the door erything hit dick like a truck. His chest acked, images of Jason flashing threw his mind. The kid just had to look like Jason didn't he. He let out a groan he didn't know he had been holding in.

Making his way to damians room once more, he knew his brother wasn't going to be happy with two visits in a row but honestly after the flurry of emotions he just experienced with Danny he would rather handle the stabbing prone 11-year-old.

“What now richard” damian hissed his door open just enough for his head to poke threw.

“ I know sorry dami,” he ran his hand across his face. “Do you have any clothes that don't fit you any more you are willing to loan out?”

“You look like you’ve seen death, is there something happening I should be worried about.” His tone was still annoyed, most likely worried he was being cut out of a case.

“No buddy not yet, just give me smallest clothes you have,” dick stuck his hand out vaguely gestring to where Danny would reach standing next to him.

“Tt’ Most likely not but I will see,” Damian shut the door on dicks face. When he returned he shoved a pair of gray sweat pants and an old red t-shirt into dicks arms and shut the door.

Dick made his way back to the bathroom and made sure to knock before he opened the door. He handed the clothes to Danny who happily put them on. They were still about 2 sizes too big but it was better than before, where had Damian even got these? They shurley never fit him the whole time he's lived in the manor. O well not time to dwell on that now.

“ Do I look ok?” Danny asked, looking at himself in the mirror.

“You look great,” dicks phone pinged. It was a reminder to check out for lunch, dang 12:30 already? Then dick had an idea, “ Hey buddy, Do you like books?”

Danny spun around and his face shone brightly , “Yes!”

“How about we go check out the manor library.”

OK so i'm doing ma best if you see mistakes tell me, this is turning out to be tons of fun so ill probably keep going. If you miss Gotham this chapter don't worry she's coming back the next one. Next one is titled "Of Stories and Songs" its gonna be fun. Also ao3 scares me ima try to figure it out but ahhhhhhhhh

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt. 4 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

warnings

angst / hurt comfort / fluff. Complicated relationships, reader/you does not get along with Kiara Carrera at all, mentions of reader/you having a not so great home life, 🍃 and alcohol + confrontations, partying and potential violence between characters, eventual filth.

<- reader is female. vague descriptors including hair/clothes/body parts and personality traits, possibly a nickname or petname.

word count

4008 exactly. Welcome to part 4, babes. pt 3 is ( here ) for missing context.

y'all are gonna be so tiredt of this i s2g, but i'm having a blast. i've never played around with this type of scenario before.

summary

( continued from here, a few days later )

Two guys, one girl. There's no way this is gonna go painlessly, right? Who will you wind up with by the end of it all, Kook or Pogue? How much will you lose along the way?

taglist

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other links

masterlist ● jjs masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

JJ spots you sitting in the sand,your knees drawn up and the wind blowing your hair. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Does a quick look around as jealousy floods him at the thought he’s having about the way Topper Thornton is always lingering close by to you lately. A fat raindrop makes contact with his skin as he wanders over and flops down, sitting beside you wordlessly.

“Hey.”

You jump a little because you were lost in your own mind and you didn’t hear or see JJ when he wandered up and sat down. You take a sip of the Dr. Pepper sitting next to you and shift your gaze from the choppy water over to JJ.

“Hey.” you finally respond.

JJ takes another deep breath. “I know you’re mad..” he starts. Goes quiet. Takes off his baseball cap and drags a hand through platinum colored hair. He glances over at you and then continues, “I know, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t say something. I was just kind of worried about you.”

You look up, raising the Dr.Pepper bottle to your lips. JJ shifts around the way he’s sitting as blue eyes catch on the way your mouth looks wrapped around the opening in the bottle. He coughs abruptly. You still haven’t said anything to him beyond the quiet Hey a few seconds ago. And his stomach is churning, it’s doing lazy flips inside him.

“See, here’s the thing.” you place the bottle back down in the sand next to you. “You really weren’t. I think you spent the whole time we talked prodding me about Topper and asking me to be nicer to Kie.. Or am I remembering wrong?”

“I asked how your mom was! You’re the one who told me everything was fine. I’m not a mind reader, ___.” he fumes, words dying away on his lips as soon as he looks at you and it sinks in just how much you're hurting lately. And he's angry with himself because it's mostly his fault.

“And you weren’t a jerk either. You’re changing, okay? It hurts.” you interrupt before you can stop yourself.

“I’m not though.” JJ insists. "I've just been busy. There's been a lot going on, damn it."

Yeah, you think, a lot of stuff that you're shutting me out of when you normally wouldn't.

Instead of saying it out loud, you shove the thought down. Go quiet for seconds that feel like hours to him as he's sitting there, taking a deep breath. Staring out at the water and trying like hell to keep from letting himself look like a bitch and start crying.

“You haven’t asked if I wanted to hang a single time since..” you raise a hand, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I wish I’d never gotten high with you guys that night and acted like that. You’ve been distant and cold since. I was stupid.”

“No..” JJ protests, going quiet. Because you’re not wrong, it was awkward. It was awkward in the sense that he hadn't known what to do or how to respond when it happened. This didn’t mean he didn’t want you being affectionate towards him or that he didn’t like it or anything like that, it just felt.. Wrong at the time. And just having that thought feels so bad, it’s so hard for him to have. He doesn’t want it, it feels intrusive.

But then he thinks about watching the sun set with Kie the night before when you bailed on him at the last second. Fair enough, he’s aware that he bailed on you most of the summer. And he hasn’t been telling you anything that’s gone on, you freaked out when he went missing, only to have him return and not offer any sort of explanation.

He knows he’s one thousand percent in the wrong.

He knows he’s been a shitty best friend. He knows he’s pushing you further and further away but he doesn’t know how to stop it from happening.

“It’s not that, okay?” he’s looking at you, you’re looking at choppy water. You shrug. “It’s really not a big deal. If you’re out here to ask if I’m okay with you and Kie, I don’t care. It’s your life, JJ.”

The whole time you’re saying it, you can feel your stomach churn. You can feel the bitterness in your mouth because you don’t mean a single word of what you’re saying to him. You want to be angry, you want to scream, to make a scene, to finally be brave enough to tell him what you’ve already tried and failed at showing him.

Most of all, you want this nagging feeling in your gut that you’re losing him to leave entirely. You want your sunshine boy back. The one who wants to be around. The one who doesn’t keep secrets or leave you out of things just because they might be a little ‘too dangerous’.

“You don’t..” JJ trails off. Tenses up slightly. “You don’t mean that. Just do it already. Get pissed. Do something, ___ because this isn’t like you, cupcake.”

“Maybe I’m tired, JJ. You can only fight the current so long before you drown. Maybe I’m just ready to drown.”

“That’s fucking morbid.” JJ mumbles. And he glances over at you, concern in baby blue eyes. Your ocean eyed boy and your heart is breaking when the thought comes because you knowit’s happening. You’re losing him. One day, maybe not long from now with the way things are going to hell in a hurry, you’ll see him in the street and you won’t even acknowledge.

His next question makes you laugh to yourself quietly and turn to look at him with a brow raised when he asks, “You don’t.. Like you don’t wanna die or somethin..”

“What the hell? No. No, JJ, I don’t want to die. I’ve got too much spite in me for that?” you laugh softly. “It was a metaphor. Just a metaphor.” and you go quiet again. Digging your toes into cool, damp sand.

“If she really makes you happy, go for it.”

“I think she might.” JJ answers quietly. “Can’t you give her a chance? You guys used to be best friends.”

“Nope. That ship sailed. It sailed when her mom had to go butting in. She’s the reason I nearly had to go live with the old man over in Figure 8.. Or did you forget? And Kiara’s the one who put her up to calling in the first place.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I have a feeling.”

JJ grumbles quietly. In a sour mood now, he asks with a scowl, “Where’s your appendage today, huh? Over on Figure 8? Golfing? Whatever the fuck it is they do?”

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Topper comes and goes when he wants. It’s not like I’m his girl or something. He doesn’t own me and I don’t own him.”

JJ looks at you. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Nope.” but he knows damn well you are. He knows that sometimes he was possessive. A little bit too overprotective when it came to you. Because it caused clashes so many times over the course of your friendship.

It never bothered you before though. You told him once that you liked it. Then after certain things went down and he tried acting like everything was normal and it felt too weird to do.. He just kind of stopped.

He’s wondering if it bothers you.

“I’m sorry. I mean it. I’ll be around more, alright? You’re not going to lose me, ___. You’re stuck with me.” he chuckles as he looks at his hand. “Blood pact.”

You manage a weak laugh and you shrug. “Things have to change sometimes, JJ. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re with Kiara now, you should enjoy that. Enjoy her.” but what you aren’t saying is that you won’t be around to bear witness because you refuse to subject yourself to it.. Or to her. Because you can’t stand her and you’re not going to pretend otherwise. It’s bad enough that you do it for the sake of a job that puts food on the table and occasionally, pays whatever bill your mom magically forgets.

“But you’re my best friend. And I care about you too.”

“I know, JJ. I know you do.”

“I haven’t acted like it lately.” JJ admits, dropping his shoulders slightly. You lean back, propping elbows in the sand. “It kind of goes two ways though, doesn’t it? I could’ve reached out sooner, I know where you live, it’s just..” you go quiet and shake your head. “Nothing. It’s dumb and I’m not gonna be like her.”

“What? Tell me, ___.”

“You’ve been busy a lot lately. With John B and Pope. And I didn’t want to bother you with the stupid bullshit that’s been going on? Because it’s not different than it was or anything, so there wasn’t any need to bother you. I just.. You could’ve asked me to help too.”

“It was too dangerous and you know it.”

“I’m not a child, JJ.” you rub the bridge of your nose and laugh a little. “It kind of feels like you just wanted to leave me out. Because things got weird.”

JJ mulls it over. “Whatever you think.”

“I’m not wrong. Look,we’ve both been shit at the best friend thing lately. Not just you.”

“I could’ve come by.”

“You could’ve let me know you were alive when you took off and went missing too. I was worried sick. Then you come back and it’s like.. Nothing. Not a word.”

JJ stretches and leans back with you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you mumble, falling silent again.

“You’re not seriously into Topper…” he asks, going quiet. Staring at you expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

You shrug. “I don’t know, okay? He’s nice.”

JJ scoffs at this. “He’s an asshole. He jumped Pope.”

“I know. Why the hell do you think I’m not all over him? Because I’m not lying when I tell you that physically, the attraction is there. But then I think of all the shitty things they’ve done to us in the name of some stupid ages old feud.. And I dunno, okay?”

“So you’d fuck him?”

“You don’t want an answer to that, JJ.” “Actually, I do.”

You take a deep breath. “Probably. Doubt that’s what he wants though. Can we talk about anything else? I’m not asking you if you want to fuck Kie, am I?”

“Nope. But this is different. He’s one of them, cupcake. Kie isn’t.”

“But here’s the thing, JJ.. Technically, she’s as much one of them as Topper.”

“She’s not.”

“Whatever, JJ. I’m not fighting with you. If you want to fight, go find somebody else, okay? I’m tired.”

And there’s something about the way you say it that has him moving to sit closer. Slipping an arm around you and pulling you against him til you can smell the faint sweat and saltwater in his skin and hair. You know you need to pull away but you can’t because it hits you how bottled up you’ve kept everything and JJ’s just letting you rant and rave, an arm around you as he listens.

For a minute, it feels like nothing’s changed.

This all changes when Kie clears her throat. She gives you a slight glare as you pull away from JJ and wipe at your eyes while standing. “I’m going to go now, JJ. See you around.”

As soon as your gone, Kiara folds her arms and pouts up at JJ. “What the hell was that about? Did she say anything about why she’s so angry at me lately?”

“Not a word, babe.” JJ watches you walk away and Kiara notices. Sighing to herself. Upset because she’s starting to realize that sooner or later, she’ll either lose JJ to you or JJ won’t have his best friend anymore because you’ll move on. Distance yourself from him. From all of them, probably.

And it really bothers her because she never meant to cause any of this. All she wanted to do was be with JJ.

“This isn’t your fault, Kie. She’s been like this all summer, okay?” JJ mutters, managing a smile, slipping an arm around her. “C’mon. Let’s go surf or something.”

But he catches sight of you as you disappear into the dive you like to play pool and darts in and he's wondering if any of what's happening is right. Is he making a big mistake?

—

"Damn, girl."

You roll your eyes and just as the asshole reaches for a handful of your ass, a throat clears from behind you.

"Hey, didn't anybody tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Topper’s looking at the older man in disdain, arms folded over his chest.

"Top.." you start, but you're too tired to insist that this is strictly a you problem, after all you're the one who turned in forged papers to get a job working the bar in the first place. And something tells you if you were to point that out, he'd still do it.

And maybe deep down, you like it. It feels nice to let someone else handle something instead of doing what you normally do and just handle it yourself.

"This your man?"

"Well-" you start to say he's not but he speaks up in a hurry. "As far as you're concerned, yeah.. yeah I am."

The man scowls about Topper’s answer and Topper smirks, giving you an amused shrug as he walks away, disappearing into the crowd in the back.

You put it down to another chance encounter and you assume he's long gone but as you make your way through a crowd so thick you almost can't breathe, hands grab you by the hips and you're standing out in the alley behind the bar before you can even process.

"Hey. Easy. It's just me." Topper could see you about to react like you would if a stranger grabbed you and he wants to calm you down. You let your head roll back and lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

"It's a madhouse in there, huh? How are you even working here?" Topper asks, stepping up into you. He shields the flame to your lighter as you light your cigarette. You shrug. "I know people, lets leave it at that.. It's this or live without electricity for a while." you laugh quietly, "but I'm fucking exhausted."

You step away from him a little so the smoke doesn't smother him.

"I figured you left." you speak up after a long pause. Topper watches as you thump your cigarette towards a puddle nearby and then he looks up, locks eyes with you.

"I was going to. Then I remembered how many times a week Peterkin gets called down here. I didn't wanna leave you alone in this crap."

You exhale and it's shaky. Squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall to rest a little. Your ass is numb from the amount of times some overgrown frat boy masquerading as a man has grabbed it tonight.

You hate this job already but you hate the prospect of asking anybody for anything even more, especially if that somebody happens to be the rich asshole who fathered -and totally fucked up at raising- your mom.

"Are you okay,___?"

"I'll live." you let Topper pull you off the gravel where you'd sank down to sit on the ground. When he pulls you up it puts you pressed up against him and you melt into him even more. You're exhausted, you're dead on your feet and there's a whole hour left in your shift to go yet.

Topper tries to stop himself but he can't. An arm wraps around you. You don't even try to get distance between you. "You smell so good." it slips out before you can stop it and you want a hole to open up and suck you down. You don't dare look up at him, you can't.

He chuckles. "Thanks." but what he manages to stop himself from saying back is that he's breathing in the sweet berry scent of your drugstore shampoo and it's soothing, it's the sweetest scent he's ever smelled and it's you.

Someone hisses your name and you pout at the idea of pulling away and going back into the madhouse.

"I'll hang around.. take you home."

"Top.." you start to protest but you're too tired. And you know it'll be late when your serving shift ends and you'll be twice as dead on your feet than you are now by then. "Don't get in trouble because of me, please?"

Topper chuckles quietly. "I won’t. It's not a big deal."

"Okay. Alright. But if you wanna leave before then, it's okay." you insist. You don't want to make him think he's obligated and you definitely don't want to get too used to him.

You don't want to get too used to him because it'll only hurt in the long run. It always hurts. The thought has you flinching and he notices, studying you intently. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Totally." you make yourself smile at him and just hope that he believes it.

"You're sure?" he's stepped into you. When the guy who works the kitchen clears his throat Topper gives him a calm glare. "She'll be inside in a minute, man. Give her a fucking minute."

You raise up a little, a fist caught in the front of his designer polo. "I better get in there. Listen, if you wanna leave, it's okay, I get it."

As you disappear into the building, he leans against the brick wall and takes several ragged breaths, an attempt to pull himself together.

"Well..if the goal was to stop myself from getting too into her, that's gonna backfire." he muses to himself as he walks over to the door of the crowded bar and steps inside. Finds himself an empty booth in the back and then he waits.

As the end of your shift approaches, you find yourself stopping. Glancing around the bar. When you see no sign of Topper Thornton sitting at any of the tables in your station, you sigh and laugh at yourself, shaking your head.

By the time you’ve clocked out and you’re saying a quick goodbye and thanking the owner for letting you pick up a busy shift for tips, you’re pretty sure Topper’s been gone for a while. But the second you step out of the bar and pause beneath a streetlamp to light up a cigarette, you catch sight of him, leaned against the driver side of his Jeep.

Topper catches sight of you and starts to make his way over, coming to a stop in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you’re laughing quietly. “You didn’t have to stick around and wait.”

“I told you I was going to.”

You shrug. You almost argue that what he’s doing, consistently promising things and actually holding true, it’s not something you’re that accustomed to. But you don’t. Instead, you smile and nod. “I’m glad this is a one night a week gig. If I did this every night, I’d probably die.”

“Tired, huh?”

“Exhausted, man.” you answer, exhaling deep. “You’re sure you won’t be in deep shit for waiting? I.. I don’t want to be any trouble or anything, okay?”

“For the last time, ___. I told you I was going to. It’s not any trouble, alright?” Topper insists, studying you for a few seconds. He steps up into you and a hand lingers at your hip. Your breath hangs in your throat and you try to remind yourself that if anything, this is a summer fling at best. That he’s a Kook and you’re just a girl from the wrong side of the island. That he’s probably bored, he’s probably just looking for something to salvage what’s left of his summer.

Or maybe the girls over in Figure 8 really are all that boring, stupid and toxic. All you really have to judge by are Kiara and Sarah Cameron, who you barely know and are intent on keeping it that way. So, maybe they’re all just snakes.

“What’s that look for, ___?” Topper asks as the two of you make your way back across a gravel parking lot to where he’s parked his idling Jeep. He opens the door for you on the passenger side and you climb in. He leans in across you, pulling the seatbelt over you and fastening it. And as he straightens, there’s this second or two where you’re nose to nose and you’re lost in the multi-hued depths of his eyes with the scent of whatever designer cologne he wears that smells yummy enough to eat. He bites his lip and you try to swallow down a lump in your throat. You remind yourself again that he’s a Kook and you’re not.. And if he’s anything like your Pogue friends, that loyalty is stronger than anything else.

The overhead light bathes your face in a dim glow and Topper’s staring. Hard. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself and as soon as he realizes what he was just about to do, he raises a hand and smoothes some hair out of your face to tuck behind your ear gently instead. “What’s on your mind?” he questions, because you’ve yet to answer his question. “Something was funny, you looked like you wanted to laugh.”

You swallow hard again and shrug. “Nothing. Maybe I’m just surprised you were actually still hanging around.”

When you say it, he chuckles quietly. And on the inside, he feels just a little angered and annoyed by everybody who has ever told you one thing and done the opposite. But it’s something he identifies a little too heavy with himself, especially Sarah, he thinks to himself, I would’ve done anything for her, she couldn’t love me and I doubt she even tried.

“I told you I would. I meant it.” Topper answers quietly and you nod. Raising a hand to fluff the front of his hair. “Yeah. You did.” you answer, going quiet. He closes your door and makes his way around to the driver side of the Jeep, getting in. And the drive back to your house is quiet. The silence is a little heavy, you notice but you keep the observation to yourself.

As you pull to a stop in front of your mother’s house, you take a deep breath. “This is me, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the um.. The lift.” you smile as you say it, lingering in the passenger door of his Jeep after you open it. “Be careful going home, yeah?”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

You’re starting to walk towards your house when he calls your name. You turn around, a hand caught in your hair. Waiting.

“So I’m surfing tomorrow. If you want to come with me..”

“The boneyard?” you ask. Topper nods. “Yeah. That’s where Kelce and I usually go.”

You think it over. Glancing at the darkened windows in JJ’s house across the street. Remembering the conversation that you had with JJ earlier.

Knowing damn well that despite his promise, he’s going to spend the rest of the summer wrapped up in treasure hunts and his pretty new girlfriend. And maybe you find yourself wondering what the harm might be..

After all, it’s not like anything will happen between you and Topper, right? Because you have this iron clad vision in your mind of the exact type of girl Topper Thornton typically dates and probably sleeps with.

And you frown as you remind yourself that you’re not that girl. At all.

You laugh softly. “Yeah! I’ll be there. I mean, I can’t surf or anything, but I’ll watch.”

Topper grins. “See you tomorrow then.”

You give him a thumbs up and he waits until you’ve disappeared into your house before he drives away.

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uchihakeimei · 1 month

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The simp-ification of Kaisagi is my 13th reason, I'm not even gonna lie chief. Why, whyyy are most Kiis fics like that. Why is Isagi always the poor submissive uke who cries and begs, like, have you seen THEM?? Are y'all sure that any of them would be screaming and crying?? Let's be real, if Isagi saw Kaiser choking himself he would lend a helping hand 😭 God they're so amazing. And crazy. And sick. And batshit insane. I love them a normal amount, I swear-

And I love red-flag-Kaiser. Him being a total asshole, the master of gaslightining, of poor excuses and ghosting. The dude does NOT know how to handle a healthy relationship. He would go crazy if Isagi ever tried to ghost him for a whole day, though. Like, the nerve.

I'm absolutely living for the current Kaiser, crumbling and falling into desperation. I need to see him at his lowest, where not even Ness can help him up. I need to see Isagi step on him and rise. Yet I don't know how this will conciliate with my desire to see PXG win… My boy Rin needs to step on both of them and take his rightful crown. Ugh, I just love all of them. Can't both teams win?? Ego can change football rules, right??

(You brought up two ships that I absolutely despise too, NaruHina and SasuSaku. I barely consider them canon since it's just a poor attempt of catering to heteronormativity. To me they don't even exist. Yes, I do dislike Kainess, but not this much, at least it makes sense somehow. But Kishimoto straight up decided to pull these two ships out of his sorry ass lmfao) I sure would love to say that I miss Naruto, but then I end up remembering that shitty ending and the nostalgia fades… I do really miss its villains though!

Facts, sister.

I have never really understood the attraction in one person of a pairing being absolutely down bad for the other- like, is it really fun when it's so one sided?

In some fics, you can just see the author bias, like its so blatant- one partner is absolutely on their knees for the other.

(Although, I don't exactly mind if it's a pwp, iykwim, it's okay if that's Isagi's kink, no kinkshaming here ;p

Is it unrealistic? Possibly.

Is it kinda hot? Yes)

What really grinds my gears are the character driven fics in which none of them are actually in character.

I see this a lot in Victuuri fics too- some make Yuuri a total BAMF Badass and Victor's completely down bad for him- to the point that Victor's always the one apologising, no matter if Yuuri is in the wrong too.

Kaiser and his everything- character style, arc, personality- is so delicious, I just wanna gobble him up lol

If only everyone could win in a football match... (Ego make it happen please)

NaruHina and SasuSaku... I could rant about these two ships and the travesty that was the ending all day.

Hinata and Sakura and their obsession over those two was so pathetic. The fact that the boys were given to them as reward for persevering in their love makes me want to kill something. And everything after the war arc ended was a way rapidly drive off all the fans of the series.

Like, even if you somehow look past their shitty marriages of convenience and the sheer insult that was The Last, what the fuck was that Hokage Inauguration episode. The sheer anger I feel at the thought of that episode and the fact that people defend that bullshit is going to make me end up at the therapist. Naruto not getting to attend his own inauguration as Hokage was a garbage joke and nothing and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

Sasuke and Naruto deserved to end up together- and no, them being spirit brothers is a garbage reason to not ship them because it's not even fucking true. Transmigration and reincarnation are not synonyms, people.

Personally, I think Kishimoto also wanted them to end up together, but he wasn't allowed to do that. The official art is so couple-y, it's not even subtle. To say nothing of what he wrote in his own series.

Indeed KaiNess makes a hell of a lot more sense then SasuSaku and NaruHina. Atleast Kaiser and Ness are friends- toxic yes, but still friends.

#bllk #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser #blue lock #kaisagi #kiis #bluelock #blue lock manga #yuri on ice #katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #anti sasusaku #anti naruhina #anti naruto ending #kainess #saijouno

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imaginespazzi · 3 months

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Hey bestie, me again 🙋‍♀️

I was just re-reading don't be a stranger because ofc, why wouldn't i be? And I just wanted to let you know that these lines specifically kinda broke my heart:

“you’re my best friend. You’re always gonna be my best friend. Ride or die right?”

“I’m really happy you’re happy P.”

“Always have fun with you P” “more than anyone”

“I think these last few weeks of summer might have been the best of my life”

Because wow she loves P so much, and makes me think about her freshman year and all the times her heart would maybe have raced just a little bit faster every time her phone buzzed, hoping and wishing it was her best friend. Only it never was. And I'm imagining she was constantly keeping track of UConn games, for research purposes ofc, and would probably lock herself away in her room to watch them so her teammates wouldn't see her cheering on Paige and the massive smile she'd have every time she scored or had a good assist or defensive play. She'd especially play back moments where the camera focused on Paige because that's about as close as she'd get to her best friend again. And her teammates would never understand why she keeps the pictures of her and P up on the wall because "is she really your best friend if she doesn't even speak to you? All because you chose a different school?". Yet, she'd always defend Paige even if deep down, she knew they were right. I just wanna give UCLA Azzi the biggest hug 🫂

Anyway, i know you said that her teammates are gonna be the biggest menaces to Paige. GOOD, I hope they give her hell lmao. 😈 I feel like the story is gonna be a fun game of wanting them to be together already but also has Paige done enough yet to earn back our (Azzi and the readers) trust, and I'm fully along for the ride.

Also, not me meaning to stop after the quotes and then rambling like this, I'm so sorry! One day I will learn to send a normal ask that's like 50 words max 😭

Hoping for a good dub today and maybe this will be the day blondie beats the "gets too nervous in front of my girl" allegations 🤭

Much love always, have a beautiful day 💗

BESTIE HIIIII 💗💗💗

Lowkey always have the biggest smile when I see you here, like you're literally my favorite person ever on here I swear and please don't ever apologize for sending in long asks like they make my day. 🥺

The way you just get UCLA Azzi though>>> Like girlie went through IT for a year but she didn't lose hope (like Azzi is very "this love" coded in this fic actually like just wait til I get to her pov and I will be including some of this because you're a genius bestie) once because that's her best friend, like that's her soulmate and she's just never gonna be able to let that go.

But she's also got insane trust issues with Paige that I'm about to start unraveling slowly (it's gonna be so fun I swear though y'all might hate me a little for it) and it's going to take a hot minute (and by that I do actually mean years) for her to figure out how to give that part of herself to Paige.

Also she heard you and had a good game babe!!

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3 #you'll be happy to know that i have in fact started writing again (like 400 words but progress amirite?)

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scoops-ahoy-fics · 2 years

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miss priss || eddie munson x reader oneshot

good people need breaks sometimes too, and you know you're at your limit. maybe eddie can help? might as well give it a try, what could go wrong?

reader: female

characters: eddie munson

genre: angst to fluff <3

spoiler warning?: none

notes: hiya!! first eddie post of probably many, i know how much y'all love him. i hope i wrote him well! please enjoy! @musicalgamerotaku

Eddie thought it was a prank when a note was slipped into his locker. Ripped from a notepad, words were scribbled into it in cursive. “Woods by the school after class. Please meet me there!” He didn't think it was real and was honestly suspicious. But ... he could be in for a surprise. No signature, no name, nothing that could possibly identify them. Hmm ... quite interesting indeed.

The boy walked into the woods alone, looking around before he saw somebody sitting alone at a picnic table. The person at the top of his class, the person that would definitely not be buying drugs from THE Eddie Munson, you. He tilted his head and walked closer, humming softly.

“Well, the handwriting matches up, but the motive? Kinda missing. Are you the person who wrote this note?” he said, walking towards the picnic table and sitting across from you.

“U-Uh- yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't want to write my name, I didn't want to give myself away- or anything like that-” you said, looking around cautiously. “No one's gonna come find us here, right? I heard this is where you do drug deals and stuff, I didn't know for sure ...” you whispered, fiddling with your thumbs. This was the farthest out of your comfort zone you've ever been.

Eddie's eyes widened, a bit confused. “You wanna do a drug deal? With me? You want to actually BUY drugs? The top of our class, the girl that's gonna go on to work in politics or law, the one who was voted most likely to succeed, is buying drugs from Eddie Munson? What a day!” he laughed, throwing his head back dramatically.

“Please keep your voice down, I want this stuff to stay between us ... if it got out, I would be ruined. I have to keep my reputation up, I would actually fucking die if it were tarnished,” you said, not looking into his eyes.

The male raised a brow. “Goodie-two shoes has quite the unexpected vocabulary. Never heard you curse. Barely here you speak aside from giving answers in class or speeches. You don't have many actually conversations, do you?”

You looked up at him, your eyes showing a confused expression. “Is it that obvious? Am I that- I'm not talking about this right now. I'm just trying to buy something,” you said, your breathing starting to pick up the pace as you tried to figure out what exactly you were doing.

“I get it, I get it. I won't talk about that shit anymore. Got any idea of what you want? I got weed on me, anything else we'll have to go back to my place. Twenty dollars for an ounce,” he said, propping his chin up on his hand.

You gulped slightly, nodding and pulling out your purse. He noticed your hands shaking, and how entirely stressed out you seemed to be. You were normally calm and collected, but you were a total mess. And he knew people who were near a breakdown probably didn't need this right now.

“... somethin' tell me you don't really wanna do this, do you? What's on your mind right now?”

And that's the question that broke you.

You didn't look him in the eyes, you just stared down at your purse, but all of your movements halted. You took a deep breath, attempting to compose yourself. “A lot,” you croaked out.

Eddie thought for a moment before resting his hands on yours and taking them out of your purse. He zipped it up and slid it to the side. “Let me tell you what you need. You don't need weed. You don't need drugs. You need a friend. Wow, I should win an award for that, I'm willingly turning away a customer,” he laughed, before resting his hands on yours.

“Close your eyes and clear you head. You probably have a lot swirling around that big brain of yours, so I'm gonna let you enjoy the silence for just a minute. And then you're gonna realize that you don't wanna do drugs, you still are a little bit of goodie good at heart. You're only doing this to attempt to rebel even though you don't want to. You obviously don't wanna be a druggie but you don't wanna deal with the stress at the top. You wanna walk the middle. So do it ... I'm gonna shut up now and let you think on that,” he rambled on, not really knowing where he was going with this. This wasn't his thing, he was definitely not used to this.

You didn't close your eyes. You just stared at him for a minute. Every single word he said was true. He was probably pretty good at analyzing everyone by now, that's why he was so good at pinpointing you. And it made your soul feel a little less lonely.

The dam holding your tears back broke, letting out a sob as you held your face with your hands. “F-Fuck- you're right! Th-This isn't me, I don't know who I am! I've been so caught up being p-perfect that I'm wasting the best years of my l-life!”

Eddie stared at you for a moment, not knowing what to do. He wasn't really used to people showing emotions, he was used to giving people a good show. So he might as well put on that good show, right?

He walked around to your side of the table and took your hands. “You've still got a life left to love, huh? Enjoy it. Let me help, how about we go around and do the shit you've never gotten to do. Maybe we'll find the stuff you like and dislike, find that personality that's hiding deep down in there. I get it if you don't wanna hang out with The Freak or whatever, but it might be worthwhile.”

You thought for a moment before slowly nodding. “Y-Yeah, that sounds okay ... do you have any ideas?”

Eddie thought for a moment. “Hear me out- now this might sound crazy- BUUUUUUUT. But but but. We go run around every stupid store in the newly built mall, and we find shit you like, and we buy it. I've got a lot of money saved up and I'm sure you've got some too if you were gonna go buy drugs. We can try to find the new you, or whatever.”

You smiled softly. “That sounds kinda cool, actually ... yeah, that could be great!”

The other stood up, offering you his hand. “Shall we, miss priss? Or maybe ex-miss priss. Who knows what's going on in that smart head of yours?”

You rolled your eyes and took it, interlocking your fingers. “Whatever you say,” you laughed, walking with the other happily.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things

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celestialsun123 · 29 days

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Okay, tumblr is my ‘safe space’ other than my room, so I’m going to talk and anyone who wants to can listen. Aka all the stuff I’m gonna say will take up a lot of room so take a look under the ‘keep reading’ if you care enough to lol

There are a couple of JIC trigger warnings: mentions of church/religious settings (not talked about in a negative way), doctors, uhh there’s a time where I talk about someone yelling at me?

without further ado, here's my vent for the day.

I stress out so much over liking anything posted by autistic people. I’m so sorry, I have literally nothing against you, I just freak out for no reason cause once I heard someone on YouTube say ‘if you aren’t autistic your opinion is completely invalid here’ and I’ve taken it to heart 🥲

I will go to like a post but then go ‘wait… that explicitly says it’s about autistic people/autism… I can’t! I don’t count!’ (And I am so salty about stuff like that cause I’ve thought to myself ‘well what if I’m agreeing about something that they approve of?’ But it still isn’t enough to justify it to myself.) (again, I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST Y'ALL)

I was considering asking my doctor if I should get evaluated for stuff but I also really don’t want to because what if they just say ‘nope, you’re normal. Why’d you even bother?’ And I KNOW I’m not neurotypical because I have GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) and there is no WAY it’s normal to feel like your entire day has been completely and utterly ruined by someone not telling you clearly that if you didn’t go eat the leftovers of your family that you wanted, it’d be passed on to the others.

Oops, that’s not where that was meant to go, but I’m keeping it.

My original point BEING, I have a feeling I don’t JUST have GAD, I wanna get evaluated for Autism and ADHD, but the imposter syndrome (can I even use that here? I’m not autistic so does that mean it’s… rejection or something?) is too much and I’m gonna wimp out of bringing it up to the doctors. I’m fairly certain I have ADHD tho, cause everything I’ve watched I’ve basically agreed with. (And yeah, the internet isn’t good source material, but there are some good people on there.)

Also I'm so worried that I'm just copying people. Like, I didn't used to stim until AFTER I learned about autism and ADHD, so what's to say that I'm not just copy pasting? And that's not genuine and it's probably also rude.

Oh and on the topic of being too sensitive for my own good, let’s talk about how I deal with people scolding me. (Other than my parents.)

I genuine want to cry any time it happens. I had some pretty bad experiences of that kind of thing (maybe like 3-4 years ago?) and they happen to be some of the only clear memories I have of pandemic times cause everything kinda blurs together from that time. The clearest one and the one that affected (is that the right one?) me the most was when some of the neighborhood kids got in trouble for hurting each other from a tree in my sibling’s best friend’s yard. I was a witness, but I wasn’t paying a ton of attention to the situation. The sibling’s best friend’s mom asked me to tell my version of the story, so I did. I tried my best not to twist anything and to make it clear that I wasn’t sure about anything. Without me noticing (cause my back was turned) one of the kids mom’s (the one who had done the potential hurting) came up behind us and started yelling at me for ‘lying for no reason’ and ‘being rude’ and how ‘her kid would never do anything wrong, so if I wanted to go tell lies for fun she would go and tell my parents.’ Y’know, the kind of thing you tell semi-kids.

So from then on, I tend to have to choke back tears when not my parents scold me.

Another time (this week actually) was when I was scolded for acting my age at church. Now, I’m not a CHILD, so I see where the person was coming from. But I was also having fun with my friends. We were joking around, and one of the old people came up and scolded us. I thought I was fine till I got home and then realized that stimming in any way, even in my room, now felt childish and horrible and like I shouldn’t be doing it. (I’ve gotten over this, I’m back to normal. Ish.)

So yeah. I guess I take things too seriously? And it REALLY frustrates me. Like I can’t just let things go, can I? No, cause that’d be EASY.

Also, don’t you just hate it when you feel the urge to stim (hand flapping specifically in this case) but your muscles/wrist is in pain for no explicable reason?

#personal vent #people can be so harsh #but then again maybe I’m being too sensitive #anxiety #generalized anxiety disorder #well… maybe I’m not sensitive maybe I’m just anxious

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oldandkindasad · 1 year

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Yet another uncalled for Red Dead Daycare AU because I'm sad....

Enrolling my kid in PreK am having a literal crisis about it....

The Dads Quiet Day In...

The first time they dropped off Arthur, they were stoked on the drive

Then a pair of aqua blue eyes looked up at his dad's in absolute terror.

The guilt tore them apart.

Dutch was biting the inside of his lip to keep getting emotional

Hosea was inwardly screaming the entire time.

Both ensured their son they'd be back later.

They drive home in absolute silence.

They open the front door, having made so many of Dutch's famous plans of what they were going to get down without a child underfoot.

Instead they just sit on the couch, don't bother with the TV, they just remain silent.

It's entirely too somber. Where they always this quiet?

Finally after realizing this is only for part of the day (he wasn't in a prison, it was Daycare for God's sake!) They finally begin to function like normal humans.

Until Dutch nearly trips in the hall over Arthur's trucks.

Or Hosea finds his sock hidden in with their laundry.

It seemed like every activity kept Arthur at the very forefront of their mind.

Was he okay?

Were the other kids being kind to him?

Were the teachers being kind to him?

And hell if they'd be able to squeeze blood from a stone easier than Arthur would tell them that something was wrong.

Hosea notices how often Dutch is checking his phone for an update, like he could will a phone call if he glared at it hard enough.

By noon they pick at their lunches, how the hell do parents do this? Because they wanted to climb the walls or go charging into that daycare and bring their boy home.

Which technically they could.

But the real question was would Arthur acclimate if they keep bringing him home?

The phone rings at one o'clock, Dutch is both impressed with his ability to will it to ring and terrified by what it could mean?

It's just a courtesy update, Arthur was just fine. He was stacking blocks and he colored them a picture he wanted to show them when he came home.

They have both never been so relieved and yet so heartbroken in their lives.

They had adopted him only a year ago, but he'd come to rely on them so much

Now...

Now he was handling the world all by himself.

Making his own decisions.

His own friends.

Soon he'd learn that Dutch wasn't the smartest man in the world (which Hosea would have gladly told him).

Or that Hosea wasn't the funniest (which Dutch would have gladly told him otherwise).

Now they weren't the center of the universe.

The house is quiet again as they both think about what that means to them...

By three they've violated just about every traffic law they could think of to get to that daycare and pick up their son.

He grins wide and rushes at them with the speed only a four year old can muster.

They wrap him up in their arms telling him how much they missed him. And how glad they were to see him.

He shows them his picture.

It's a..... ("What the hell is that?" "I don't know Dutch, just smile and call it masterpiece.")

Horse! It's a horse! Of course it is!

It hangs on the refrigerator for years.

Okay I swear unless actually asked for, I will not post another one of these. I just enrolled my son in PreK and I've been pacing around my house ready for a full scale panic attack. He hasn't even started yet. Ugh. Okay no more unless y'all have special requests. I'm just gonna "sit here and feel sorry for myself."

#daycare au #idk #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #sad mom needs a hug #its me im sad mom

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justdancekid · 1 year

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Don't Waste Any Time!! Take That Vacation!! - A JD Fanfiction

Series: Just Dance 2023 Edition

Characters: Sara and Wanderlust (Can't Stop The Feeling), Brezziana (Physical), Mihaly (Rather Be), Jack Rose (Locked Out of Heaven), Dolores (drivers license), Hadley (As It Was), Taila Sway (I Knew You Were Trouble), Epsilon (Stay), Liv & Blake (Bring Me to Life), Rubika (Wannabe P2)

Relationship: Brezziana/Mihaly

Rating: T

Type: Fluff, Humor, Sunset

Description: Rubika invites the Danceverse Crew to the beach, where the Crew have fun and Brezziana and Mihaly talk about their feelings

(AN: Here's what the Danceverse Crew's beach outfits

Wanderlust: Universe patterned and colored shorts

Sara: a lime green bikini

Brezziana: Her holiday outfit

Mihaly: An unbuttoned shirt, sky blue shorts, and a bikini underneath

Jack Rose: Satin Burgundy shorts

Dolores: A very dark blue bikini

Hadley: Pink shorts

Taila Sway: A Soft Green bikini

Epsilon: Just his green shorts

Liv: a black bikini

Blake: Black Shorts

Rubika: A Black & Lime Green bikini)

Here we see the Danceverse Crew's house, where we see the Danceverse Crew doing their usual things. Wanderlust practicing his dimension jumping powers, Sara petting Discoball, Brezziana making a video for her millions of fans, Mihaly meditating, Jack practing his moves, Dolores trying to come up with a plan to stop Night Swan, which is hard to do when you have Hadley being vein, and checking himself in the mirror. Taila polishing her Neverending cache of weapons, Epsilon researching some top tier security for the house, Liv baking her signature Spooky Cookies, and Blake listening to hard rock. All and all, an normal day for the Danceverse Crew. That is they've saw somebody burst through the door.

"YO! YO! YO! YO!" They've heard a familiar voice come through the door, they've turned around and saw Rubika standing there.

"Rubika!" They've all yelled "What brings you here?" Wanderlust asked

"Well, ya see. I'm working at the beach, and they're having a deal that family and close friends of coworkers get in for free. And, since Rosaria and Eteria don't wanna go, I thought about inviting you guys." She answered.

"Yeah, why wouldn't we?" Sara said

"Uh, guys." Blake started to say "Should we really consider Rubika a friend?" He asked

"I know, Blake. She stole our ship one time." Wanderlust said "But, she has helped us out on many of our adventures. Why wouldn't we consider her a friend?"

"So what y'all say? Y'all willing to go?" Rubika asked

"YEAH!" The crew answered

"Oh, yeah one more thing. Weapons are prohibited on the beach. So, you guys are gonna have to leave them here." Rubika said. And, all of them (Except for Wanderlust & Mihaly) dropped their weapons, which for Taila, took about 3 minutes. She took the guns out of both of her pockets. And, took the knifes and switchblades out of both her shoes.

"How do you walk around all day?" Jack asked her.

"No matter, Jack. Let's get our beach outfits on and head out!" Wanderlust said as they got their beach outfits on and headed out.

2 hours later

They arrived at the beach, and got everything set down. And, everyone else went into the water.

Wanderlust was manipulating the water and Sara accidently got caught in it. Wanderlust stopped as Sara fell in the water. "Sorry!" Wanderlust apologized "It's okay!" Sara replied.

Jack and Hadley were both surfing, competing to see who can get the closest. "You should never try a musician! They always have secret talents!" Jack taunted Hadley. "Yeah? So do people who've surfed for 13 years! Gehehehe!!" Hadley taunted back.

Dolores was building sandcastles with Taila and Epsilon. "Hey, you guys done yet?" Dolores asked them. "Yeah, almost." Taila replied. "Done!" Taila said, as Dolores looked up, she was in shock with how massive their sandcastle is. "I said sandcastle!" Dolores shouted. "Is this not a castle?" Epsilon asked. "No! That's a palace!" Dolores replied loudly

Liv was playing in the water, while Blake was just laying in the water. Liv was grabbing his arm, trying to pull him up. "Come on, Blake! Get up and enjoy the water!" Liv said. "No! Let the waters claim me!" Blake replied

All and all, everyone was having fun. Except for Mihaly, who was just sitting there, looking up at the sunset. Brezziana noticed this and sat down beside them.

"Is something wrong?" Brezziana asked them

"It's nothing." Mihaly said "I was just thinking back."

"Thinking back to what?"

"Thinking back to when I didn't worry about hurting the people I love." Brezziana sat there and listened to them "Back when Midnight Owl wasn't apart of me, back when we didn't hurt eachother." They then started to tear up "Back when....Back when I didn't have to worry about any of that happening." They've said. As, Brezziana hugged them

"It's okay, Mi. Those situations were far beyond your control. I wish I didn't have to hurt you either, but, you were Brainwashed. I didn't have a choice. But, understand this." She moved closer to them "I love you. You are an amazing person. I couldn't asked for somebody with as kind of an heart as you. I'm glad to be here with you, and not that other faker that you got." She told them.

They've both shared a passionate kiss as the sunset glares behind them.

"You wanna just sit here and admire the scenery?" Mihaly asked

"I wouldn't love nothing more." Brezziana answered.

They both sat there with Mihaly laying their head on Brezziana's shoulder, just staring at the sunset

"I'm glad to have a girlfriend as amazing as you." They've said

Brezziana smiled at that compliment and said

"I feel the same"

#just dance #just dance 2023 #just dance 2023 edition #wanderlust #jd sara #just dance brezziana #just dance mihaly #jack rose #jd dolores #jd hadley #taila sway #jd epsilon #jd liv #jd blake #Brezzihaly

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