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airbendertendou · 10 months

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loved you before! ♥︎ having a date with various girls! [including ; kiyoko & yachi, kuina, haruhi, sarah, and hinata tachibana. everyone is of age ; still, no smutty scenes here!]

song inspo ; loved you before by peach prc

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— shopping ♥︎ yachi & kiyoko —

"it just looks a little silly..." kiyoko trails off as yachi gives another twirl. the dress covering the blonde swallowed her whole — covered every inch of her figure in this gaudy yellow that clashed with her hair. kiyoko's smile grows crooked, "why don't i find something for you?"

"oh, me too!" you grin from the clothing rack you're in front of. you shake your head, putting the polka-dotted material back before facing the two of them. "let's make it fun! i'll pick something for you two ; yachi for me and 'ko ; and so on and so forth."

yachi bounces in place with a grin before she bolts back into the dressing room, throwing the awful dress over the door. she rushes out just as quick, a handful of clothes in her arms as she pants, "i'm going to make you two look so pretty!"

kiyoko eyes the yellow dress with disdain. "...if that's what you think."

the three of you disperse, collecting any item that catches your eyes. soon enough, you've got a pile weighing own your arms as you head back to the dressing rooms. kiyoko is already there, standing at the one in the middle. you place her chosen pieces down with a wink — she rolls her eyes fondly, but the pink coating her cheeks says she's flattered.

yachi comes strutting into the small hallway with a triumphant grin. backing into your own dressing room, you hum along to the song that's playing as you sort through the two piles.

wearing a stripped, rainbow sweater is yachi, the cropped hem ending just before the start of the denim skirt she's wearing. it looks so cute as she turns in the mirror that you can't help your grin.

"don't you just look darling!" you sneak up behind her, a flurry of kisses settling onto her flushed cheeks. a little giggle escapes her lips, only to get caught into a gasp. you look up, seeing kiyoko's reflection walking up behind you. your eyes widen, "well, hello gorgeous."

yachi lets out a strangled noise — "i love girls." it's said in a whisper, but you both catch it anyways.

the laugh kiyoko lets out makes her shine even brighter. a light blue tulle dress is lapping over her entirely, brushing the floor with every step she makes, silver stars shining with every sway of the skirt. she places a kiss on your cheek, then yachi's forhead before admiring your new outfit. "suits you well," kiyoko hums.

"next!" yachi bounces again as she races back into the dressing room. you hear her shout soon after, "oh, this color is so nice!"

frowning down at your new outfit, you know it's kiyoko's pick. there's a lilac scarf laying on top of a silky wrap top — both of which you're unsure what to do with. you lean to the left, "'ko, can you help me out with this?"

her answer isn't verbal, but it's immediate. kiyoko knocks softly on the door, squeezing herself in to prevent yachi from seeing your new fit. her eyes gleam when she sees you only in your undergarments. "seducing me now, [name]?"

another choked sound leaves yachi. you can hear her complaining outside, "i wanna be seduced! so unfair."

kiyoko wraps the scarf around your neck, tying it softly to the side. next, she helps you shove your arms through the wrap top, tying it as well. midnight blue eyes observe you tenderly, raspberry colored lips placing themselves on your own soon after. a single word is spoken against your lips. "perfect."

you leave the room, grin so wide your cheeks squish against your eyes. yachi's jaw drops as she sees you, a line of drool leaving her mouth as kiyoko slides up beside you.

"have i said it lately?" yachi whispers. she puts her hands into a prayer motion, eyes focused on the ceiling — the pose reminds you of old classmates. "i. love. girls."

"you've said that so many times!"

"at least five times since we've been at this store alone," you roll your eyes with a grin. swinging your arm around the blonde's shoulders you look at your reflections once more. "we are pretty hot, though."

"exactly!"

— picnic ♥︎ kuina —

fresh flowers sway in the wind as you lay the patterend blanket onto the grass. you squint into the distance, cursing yourself for forgetting a pair of sunglasses. kuina finally appears in your vision, head moving back and forth as she scours the field around her.

a bouquet of colorful wild flowers are shoved into your eyesight as you sit on the blanket. kuina smiles softly, "for you."

"how sweet." you grin back as she finally sits down. she lets out a sigh, leaning back on her hands as she soaks up the warmth of the sun. you take one of the flowers — a pretty, pink one — and tuck it behind her hair. "the sweetest girl."

kuina lets out a whine, allowing her arms to lose their strength as she collapses completely onto the blanket. "can't flirt with me already, [name] ; we jus' got here!"

your grin widens before you lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. "sorry, 'kari. you're just so pretty, i can't help it!"

she glares at you briefly — the scowl melts quickly into a smile as she sits up. "i got usagi to help out with the food. wanted to make you somethin' instead of buying it."

you crinkle your nose, "didn't let arisu help out, did she?"

pausing — she'd just opened the picnic basket — kuina straightens up. "um... i hope not. dig in!"

depite your slight hesitance, the food was actually good. the area slowly went from a bright yellow to a hazed, dusty pink. you watch the sunset with glee, cheeks stuffed with the food kuina had made you.

she was only staring at you.

the right side of your mouth quirks up as the frogs begin to sing. "not watching the sunset, hikari."

she tucks her legs to her chest, chin on her knees as she gazes at you. kuina tilts her head as her eyes study you still. "have a better view is all."

"now who's flirting, huh?"

— beach day ♥︎ haruhi —

the sun hat on your head isn't big enough to shelter your eyes from the sun's rays completely. from behind your sunglasses, you glare as people walk by your partner and stare.

crossing your arms over your chest, you stomp to the sand. haruhi looks up innocently — cluelessly, "hi, [name]. having fun?"

you glare again — they're unphased as they continue to search for seashells. their dad had mentioned liking shells recently — he'd hate them and the collected sand soon, but haruhi grabbed them regardless.

"if i get bit by a crab , it's all your fault, you know." you're still scowling ; still pouting as strangers gain interest of the beauty in front of you. "stupid strawberry swimsuit. stupid haruhi for being too cute."

haruhi blinks up at you again before standing, "don't be mean and grumpy."

"i will be!" you're acting childish, you know. but haruhi was your eye candy — anyone else's staring felt icky and wrong. "gonna tell your dad to ground you."

"then how will we go on dates?"

you swat your hand carelessly as haruhi moves spots. they crouch again, eyes peeled for the perfect shell. "i'm the acception ; he loves me."

haruhi pauses their search with a thoughtful gaze. "you were always his favorite of my friends."

"and now," your voice gets a little louder as you look around the beach, "we're more than friends! happily in love! together for years!"

standing again, haruhi hides their laugh behind their hand. composing themselves, they drop their hand until their fingers are laced with yours. they tug you close, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing you completely. "you're cute, [name]."

you're back in the shade, hat lowered even more on your face as you sit there. you can hear haruhi talking mindlessly to other people, but are no longer phased. the brief kiss given to you was more than enough to deter your jealous thoughts.

— funk jungle ♥︎ sarah —

bernie is behind the dj booth as funk jungle booms to life. a drink is in your hand as you maneuver through the crowd. your head bops joyfully — smiles sent to familiar faces as you fight your way through.

only to stop dead in your tracks.

ice is sitting across from sarah — in your seat — talking to her with a look so tender. you frown at the sight, eyes narrowing before a slight nudge hits your shoulder. pho nods his head their way, "get your girl!"

he's gone within the next second, but your confidence has been boosted enough. you take a sip of your drink, stepping closer to the duo. ice glances at you, but his gaze focuses back on sarah soon enough. your eyes narrow again — he doesn't even see you as competition.

sarah flinches when a chin is placed on her shoulder, relaxing instantly when she smells your perfume. you sigh against her ear, placing your half-empty drink on the bar beside her, "'m bored, sarah. wanna get out of here?"

it's like he's invisible — like his knee isn't knocking against hers as sarah focuses on you completely. she isn't even looking your way and you have her wrapped around your finger. ice lets out a sigh as he looks away — bernie's laugh echoes into the microphone at the sight.

she barely turns her head as she speaks. "and go where?"

you groan, leaning more of your weight onto her back. "literally anywhere else. pho's busy dancing, and you're the only other person here i like."

sarah hums as she takes a sip of her drink, "i'm your favorite? i'm flattered, pretty."

nose pressed to her neck, you hope she can't feel how your cheeks heat up. a quiet, embarrassed whine escapes your throat as you admit how much you like her. "my number one — thought it was obvious."

her drink is gone within a blink as she tips it back, gulping it down. standing from the barstool, sarah holds her hand out to you. "let's find somethin' fun to do, hm?"

you eagerly comply, lacing your fingers with hers. leaning into her, you sandwich sarah's hand between both of yours as you get comfortable. "would love nothin' more!"

— study day ♥︎ hinata —

"bored. 'm so bored, hina."

the peach haired girl looks up from her book with a raised brow. she's heard you say that excat sentence too many times already — and you'd only been at her house for an hour. "[name], why don't you study like we said we would?"

"but," you roll onto your back, crumpling your own papers. hinata sighs, shuffling further across her bed so you had room. "why would i do that when i have a perfect, kissable girl right beside me?"

her cheeks flame up, bright pink hitting them as she shoves you gently. "stop that!"

you wiggle your eyebrows, rolling onto your stomach. "is my plan working? can we stop learning now?"

hinata sighs, her attention very obviously on your face and not her notes. "how about this — we'll doodle for a bit and then get back to work. deal?"

nodding enthusiastically, you sit up and watch as hinata grabs a sheet of paper. she folds it into four pieces longways before taking another piece and doing the same. "we'll swtich when we're done with a section. and no peeking, [name]!"

you mock her a little before grabbing a glittery pen and your folded paper. starting out, you draw a pointed oval shape, doodling until it becomes a stereotypical alien head. hinata waits, switching papers once you're done. you draw a torso next, creating pretty butterfly-like wings on their back.

keeping with your supernatural theme, you create lanky legs and a lizard tail next. your last doodle is of hooves — sparkly and ready to trample anyone. folding the papers out, you aren't sure what to think. hinata tilts her head at the mix of supernatural and realistic elements.

"well..." she purses her lips a little. "they're kinda cute."

you blink, speaking blankly, "these are what my dream creatures look like."

the peach haired girl beams your way, "what fun dreams! has your bordeom been conquered?"

shaking your head, you snuggle into her, leaning your weight onto her fully. "kinda jus' wanna kiss my pretty girlfriend. can i do that, hina?"

her face lights up pink once more. "study time! time to study! learning and stuff!"

——♥︎—— happy pride month ♥︎ no taglist for this one on the off-chance i make anyone uncomfy lmao airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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cheshirecatuniverse · 11 months

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Just a Taste (Sarah)

Mighty Warriors! Sarah x Reader (She/Her)

Song: Too Deep - dvsn

Summary: You catch Sarah's eye.

WC: 0.4k

Notes: Suggestive! My works can be violent, contain gore, and other mature themes. so i noticed there isn't really any wlw on high & low tumblr and i wanna change that. this might not get a lot of attention but thats okay! this is completely self-indulgent. not edited.

You ignored a lot around you. Nothing that ever interested you came your way here anyways. It was a place of convenience, somewhere you can get some sort of alcohol in your system after a long day.

A thud on your right caught your attention. A shot glass on the bar, with black manicured nails around it.

The corner of her lips curved, "Sorry. Was that yours?" Her apology was empty, but her eyes were burning on you. Easily, your skin heated up by her presence.

If you weren't already buzzed you might have felt insecure at the way she looked at every inch of you.

"You could buy me another one," You nodded with your chin in your palm. "Y'know. To make it up to me."

The two of you shared quiet smiles as she got the bartender's attention.

"Sarah."

"(Y/n)."

She couldn't help it, from the moment Sarah saw you she needed to know how it felt to kiss you.

That's how you had ended up pressed against a wall, her lips against yours with unwavering desire. Sarah smiled at the way you sighed when she slipped her hands to your hips.

You melted at the feeling, at the feelings. She tasted like tequila and lemon, smelled like something expensive and strong. It had you so lost in her that your hips had a mind of their own and started grinding against her.

Sarah let out a laugh between kisses, you did too.

Only the flashing lights from the stage lit up the corner you two were in. Sarah wanted a dark corner, somewhere Ryu or Ice or anyone else wouldn't bother her.

She wanted something all to herself tonight. Something that didn't involve getting into turf wars and always having to prove her physical strength. It blurred so many days together. Even the overly passionate music the Mighty Warriors would make had no effect on her.

Sarah didn't know if this was just a fun saturday night for you. In the deepest corners of her heart, she hoped you wouldn't be another face she would never see again.

You pulled away, hands cupped around her face.

"I think we need to stop," You sighed looking at her with your blown pupils.

Oh.

"I understand," She quietly acknowledged, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Yeah," you bit your lip, "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself if I keep going. But... can I get your number?"

To answer, she kissed you again.

#high & low #high&low #high&low x reader #high and low #mighty warriors #high&low sarah #high&low mighty warriors #mighty warriors high&low #high&low imagine #high & low mighty warriors #she's my bbg #high&low wlw

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cloud-based-and-rainpilled · 1 year

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very interesting Tom’s reaction to his and Shiv’s separation is acceptance & despair but to Greg having casual sex it’s rage & dominance 🤔 🤔

#matthew macfayden even says in an interview he has a different voice for shiv and greg #like high and insecure for shiv and low and commanding for greg #he takes out his aggression and sadness!! how gay #even newly confident greg is so simpy S4 ep 1 lmao #succession #succ #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #shiv roy #tomshiv #tomgreg #matthew macfayden #nicholas braun #sarah snook

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nox-gif-factory · 2 years

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Sarah: I hate boys

#sarah #high&low #high and low #high & low #jmovie #fmv #edit #mighty warriors

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shitpostblogwahoo · 2 years

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im apparently the only person who felt something positive with this episode . this episode was made for me it's my episode the episode dedicated to me i loved it to pieces

#derry girls #derry girls spoilers #just judging by the posts in the tag btw.#speaking as a lesbian . btw .#i felt like this Is a derry girls episode. the gang has a fight. michelle pulls an aunt sarah.#aunt sarah accidentally gets engaged.#the girls have a vip trip but get thrown out for a scrap #loved the episode to bits #and clare FINALLY kissing a girl . her friends helping . it was a big moment for me and i did cry #i then sobbed when her dad died #purely bc i see a lot of myself in clare. idk if thats a good thing but i just Understood #the pure joy of a moment being ruined so suddenly #whilst mine wasn't my fathers death (he clocked out ages b4 this moment) . i had a similar epic high then fatal low #and it felt SO SO good to see a character i see myself in experience that.#idk. it was comforting.#obviously this isn't universal but everyone has their niche episode and this was mine and i Understood it a lot #anyways u can dislike it etc but don't spread a shit ton of negativity bc some of us did really enjoy it #xoxo gossip ghorl

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batmanbeyondrocks · 11 months

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#Highs & Lows #Prinz #Gabriela Bree #Performed by Prinz & Gabriela Bree #Written by #Andrew Haas #Giancarlo Nicassio #Ian Franzino #Jake Torrey #Luke Thompson #Michael Matosic #Prince Oziegbe Eni #Sarah Blackwood #Produced by ME13 BEATS #2023 #Hip-Hop #Spotify

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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( Un-Titled Project Magazine, 2016 )

published photos

more outtakes

even more outtakes

#sarah paulson #my beloved #low quality pic high quality womannnnn

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borifle · 2 years

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on another less bitter star wars related note, tales of the jedi was PHENOMENAL and I cried and was losing my mind the entire time. thank you for that Delectable dooku backstory and lovely ahsoka bits to fill in all those gaps.

dooku tipping over the edge after qui-gon’s death, skipping the funeral, lost in his grief and hatred for what the order had become. ahsoka going to padme’s funeral because she was her friend, and the least she could do was say goodbye to at least one of the thousands of people lost after order 66.

and oh my godddd the LIGHTING and contrast and shading in the entire show, but dooku’s episodes especially…….. sw animation has never fucking looked better.

#me experiencing all the highs and lows of modern sw content within a few hours of each other lmfao #UGH. I love and hate this damn franchise.#sarah watches star wars #personal #totj spoilers

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dcmcboxers · 5 months

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My shout-out to queer youtubers

Hbombs list was great but obviously not comprehensive. I watch a lot of video essayists and wanted to give a little love to the smaller channels that fall under the radar. Please feel free to add to this list!

let's talk about stuff/Sarah Zedig

If you've seen Jesse Gender's videos on the Matrix movies you may already be familiar with Sarah. She does excellent film and culture analysis with a lot of great conversations on paratext and outside influence in engaging with text. Her video on Tunic is one of my favorites.

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Pamphleteer

No one makes videos like hers, which has the side effect making them a bit hard to describe. I will link one of my favorites which describes the disconnected temporality of being older when you discover you're queer.

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Turbo Queer

Really really under watched channel. Skylar covers a lot of topics from video games, to anarchist history and modern events, to autistic life, to current politics. For a fun one check out her video on the SpongeBob strike episode.

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Kaz Rowe

Kaz does a fantastic job examining modern myths and manufactured history primarily pertaining to western Europe, Victorian & Edwardian England, and 1800-1900s US. And of course, talking about historical queerness in all its ambiguities and evolutions. I highly recommend their video on Weimar Germany.

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drapetomania

drapetomania interrogates the politics of low class and high class art and entertainment from a queer and Black perspective. Their art history videos alone cover many angles of white supremacist history I haven't seen anyone else discuss and I'm very excited to see more from them. They are also a very under viewed channel that more people should see!

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I am error

Evelynn's channel primarily discusses video games in a presentation style and voice most similar to Action Button reviews. There's something just a bit more personal here though. I hesitate to say cozy since that word has a bit of an infantilizing connotation, maybe comforting is closer. She puts an immense amount of thought and empathy into the experience of playing video games and the personal narratives we build with them.

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Swolesome

For more transmasc perspectives there's Swolesome. He has a lot of interesting insights into the more traditionally masculine and "broish" communities like fitness as well as commentary on recent trans issues.

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Shonalika

Music, disability, and aggressively non-binary. Their video on gender presentation in heavy metal was really insightful. I would also check out the video "Why I Wear Gloves" for more insight on invisible disabilities.

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Vivian Strange

Vivian delights in being a bit of a contrarian- something I really appreciate. She's probably going to challenge you and you're probably going to disagree at times, which is what makes her channel so important. Her video on Marquis De Sade is powerful and a must watch (if you can stomach the subject material, although I would encourage you to try). I haven't seen her most recent video on Saw yet but I am extremely excited to.

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#hbomberguy #james somerton #kaz rowe #sarah zedig #i am error

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thekims4 · 5 months

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Soft Girl Lookbook #4

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3, 4 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

*Acc Tied Sweatshirt @backtrack-cc

Strap Knit Crop Top @rimings

Cropped Long-Sleeved T-Shirt @rimings

Wordoard Oversized Hoodie @grafity-cc

*Acc Leather Blazer @charonlee

Thrud Top @serenity-cc x @sentate

Escape Dimension Top @zaozzaa

Cable Knit Cardigan @dream-girl

Clothing - Bottom

Saoirse Skirt @daisy-pixels

Seiko Skirt @missvalentine142

Lovely Pattend Knit Patch Denim Skirt @rimings

Drawstring Shorts @gorillax3-cc

Split Mini Skirt by Elliesimple

High-Waist Mini Denim Skirt @rimings

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Fur Bucket Hat @rimings

Grunge Glasses Edit On Head @pralinesims

Valentino VLogo Signature Squared Acetate Frame @bradfordsims

Bold Circle Earrings @gorillax3-cc

Heartstrings Necklace @oydis

Sarah Necklace @serenity-cc

Yina Necklace @pralinesims

Akira Watch @caio-cc

Mia Rings @arethabee

Goth Backpack @madlensims

School Backpack @rimings

Star Bag @lumysims

Wrinkled Socks @eunosims

Shoes

Low Top Sneaker 06 @jius-sims

Pose

@helgatisha Hongzo @poyopoyosim @ratboysims

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tiredlittlewriter · 22 days

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CROSSOVER EVENT NOBODY ASKED FOR!!! High&Low pookies as my Jjba pookies

Get ready cause this will be long, I'm not adding any descriptions but I will be doing an ungodly amount of characters.

Cobra: Jotaro (Part 4)

Yamato: Speedwagon

Noboru: Kakyoin

Dan: Hol Horse

Tetsu: Okuyasu

Chiharu: Koichi

Naomi: Mariah

Rocky: Bucciarati

Koo: Terrence D'Arby (but like... less evil)

Kizzy: Squalo

Kaito: Tiziano

Murayama: Hermes

Fujio: Josuke

Todoroki: Rohan (I'm sorry bestie but it had to be done)

Tsuji: Joseph (Part 2)

Shibaman: Cesar

Yasushi: Iggy

Smoky: Josefumi

P: Mista

Shion: Fugo

Yu: Narancia

Hyuga: Abbacchio

Daruma Babies (all of them): Sex Pistols (yes, yes the stand)

Masaki: Polnareff

Hiroto: Jotaro (Part 3)

Ice: Risotto

Sarah: Lisa Lisa

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chikaras-garden · 5 months

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Batboys as scenes from my favorite romance novels

Even when you’re alone, it’s like your love is torn from a page.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: A very self-indulgent author. Scenes inspired by trashy Regency/Victorian romance novels. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s and (m!receiving) in Tim’s. Praise kink in Dick’s. Blindfolding, bondage, and vaginal fingering in Damian’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Scenes are inspo only, not direct quotes. I swear I can write cute smut. I have so many other favorite books and could do this another two times at least.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋 When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn

“Do you ever wonder what I think about?” Bruce murmurs, head buried in your neck. He refuses to touch you with his lips, only ghosting his nose over your sensitive skin; you feel his breath, warm and lightly spiced, fan over your collarbone.

He lets out a low sigh that covers your chest like a blanket, and your heart echoes the way his breath trembles. Whatever control he thinks he has most of the time—it’s completely gone with you.

“Do you wonder,” he continues, “what I wish I could do to you?”

You’re laying back in his bed and he kneels between your thighs, supporting your back with one hand while his fingers absentmindedly toy with the zipper on the back of your dress. Like this, he notices everything about you: the way your hair sits, the warm sparkle in your eyes, the way your lips part with every breath.

And you look so unbearably kissable that he’s fighting against his baser instincts.

“I would start right here,” he answers himself, finally pressing his lips against your shoulder. You shiver in reply, and a low chuckle slides out of his throat. “I would kiss every inch of you. Twice. I’d figure out where to bite you to make you squeal, where to lick to make you whimper. I’d have you come undone on my tongue—and I think you’d like it. Maybe you’d like it so much that I’d have to do it again.

“And then I’d sit you in my lap,” he rumbles, lips pressed underneath your ear while he finally, finally, unzips your dress. His eyes are half-lidded, his mind just as hazy as yours is. “I’d fill you so completely, darling; your heart, your thoughts. I’d make every one of your breaths mine—forever, if I could.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋 Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean

“Here, baby, give me your— Yeah, just like that.”

The second Dick says that, your breath catches and you feel yourself tense. Heat washes over you from cheeks to toes, and you let out a soft whine that makes blue eyes dart up to your own. All he did was ask you to move your leg, then take your thigh in his hand to bring it over his shoulder.

His eyes glint and he smiles like a kid on Christmas. You just gave him a fun new trick to use on you.

“Oh baby,” he croons. “You’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You whimper. “Dick, please—”

While his cheek presses against your thigh, his smile is nothing less than devastatingly sweet. “I know, baby; I know.”

He watches you like you’re a work of art, like he’s in awe of every breath you take. Eyes locked on yours, he kisses his way from your knee to the juncture of your hip and thigh, then lets you watch as his tongue darts out from his lips and laves over your soft mound. You tense, shivering, and nudge your hips just a little closer to his lips.

“Oh, good girl,” he groans as if your eagerness is bringing him pleasure. He rewards you, then, with a languid lip up your folds, another groan, and a muffled murmur of, “Look how you squeeze me when I praise you, baby. Fuck, just like that; just like that. Wanna feel you nice and tight, can you do that for me?”

JASON TODD 💋 Scandal in Spring by Lisa Kleypas

“I’m here,” Jason murmurs near your ear, lifting his lips only as high as is necessary to whisper to you. In a second, his mouth is on you again, kissing down your jaw and throat until his face is buried where your neck and shoulder meet. In one swift, light motion, he tugs your shirt down so he can mouth over your skin, and your heart begins to race.

Because, just a few hours ago, you were under the impression he was dead.

Equal parts astonished and worried, you brush your hands over the angry bruises purpling on his skin. You don’t know what to say except, “Please be real.”

“I’m real,” he instantly replies in a shaking voice, kissing down your chest until he reaches the point of a nipple and sucks it into his mouth. Warmth blooms where his lips meet your skin, and you know for certain that this can’t be a dream; your imagination has never been so vivid.

“I’m real,” he repeats. “Feel me.”

“But you’re covered in cuts—”

His eyes, glinting in the moonlight that streams through your window, dart up to your face. He looks at you the same way you look at him: as if you’re newly aware of how lucky the two of you are.

“They don’t matter,” he promises. He takes your chin in one of his hands, and you feel his fingers—rough with scars, freezing cold—as they slide toward your neck. “You’re all that matters, baby. I’m not going anywhere without you, understand?”

TIM DRAKE 💋 Devil’s Daughter by Lisa Kleypas

“Oh fuck,” Tim murmurs behind you. At first, you think it’s in ecstasy, given the fact that he has you bent over a low bookshelf with his cock shoved mercilessly in your cunt.

But then he repeats himself, and you turn your head—but you can only catch a glimpse of how his lips are pressed tightly together. “What’s wrong?”

He huffs out a self-conscious laugh. “Do you have any tissues?”

Huh? “No, I don’t think so—”

“I forgot,” he declares around the thick lump of embarrassment of his throat, while letting his head unceremoniously fall on your shoulder, “a condom.”

“Oh,” you say, and then you start to laugh. Here you are, having sex where you definitely shouldn’t be—in a private study room in the library—and of course this happens. It’s too funny. Perfect, even.

“That’s okay,” you assure him before you wriggle and turn in his arms. With gentle hands, you touch his hips and nudge him backwards; now, he’s the one against the wall instead of you, and you smile up at him while you drop to your knees. Biting your lip, batting your eyelashes, you have the perfect solution in mind.

All his mortification goes up in a puff of smoke when you take his cock—so pretty, pink-tipped and bobbing against his thigh—in one of your very capable hands. Leaning forward, you kiss up the shaft until your nose meets coarse, intimate hair; then, you kiss down again and wrap your lips around him, drawing precum and a soft moan out of him with your first curious, teasing suck.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💋 Widow in Emerald by Scarlett Peckham

You don’t know him, but that makes it better. You’re blindfolded before he ever enters the room, and his hands are cool to the touch and efficient in every movement as he binds your wrists to the four-poster bed.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t kiss you. That’s the arrangement you have: you place your trust in this stranger as a means of learning how your body finds release. He, for whatever reason, wants to make music out of your whimpers and moans.

His weight shifts, and you feel him slide in between your thighs. His fingers spread atop your bare chest, and you marvel at how big his hands must be for his thumb to reach one nipple while his little finger grazes the other. He puts just a hint of pressure on your sternum, then drags his hand down your stomach until his palm cups your sex.

Cold. His fingers are cold as ice, and you wonder if he’s just like that, or if he did something to his hands before his time alone with you.

With a flick of what feels like a sturdy yet nimble wrist, two fingers spread your folds, gathering your beginning wetness and exposing you to the air of the room—no, that’s his breath, and you feel the sensation of menthol when he breathes a sigh against your clit. Those same two fingers slip into you now, and you shakily sigh. The pace of his breaths becomes your own as he sends waves of pleasure through you, fingers moving in and out in a slow rhythm that draws a veil between who you are outside this room and who you’re meant to be within it.

#bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #batman x reader #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— bruce wayne.#🌸— dick grayson.#🌸— jason todd.#🌸— tim drake.#🌸— damian wayne.

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rafegasm · 10 months

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wandering hands

warnings : smut, nsfw (mdni), fingering, praise kink, mention of choking, overstimulation, rough sex, dirty talk, crying kink

pairing : reader x rafe Cameron

words count : 2,4k

context : You're at the restaurant with the Camerons. Basically for Sarah's birthday, but your secret relationship with her big brother Rafe will slightly divert your attention.

a shiver ran up your spine as a hand landed on your thigh, gripping it firmly. You shot a quick glance at Rafe to your left, who didn't seem to be paying attention to you, or at least pretending to be listening to his family’s conversation.

"Tonight is your night dear" declared ward, "I want to raise this toast in your honor, thank you for being here, you know how important family is to me. Thank you also y/n for joining us tonight,”

ward continued, raising his glass. "Thank yo-" you were cut off by the rafe’s hand on your thigh working its way up to your underwear, which made you shudder even more. "it's a pleasure for me to be here tonight" you smile at Ward and Sarah. The guests raised their glasses in honor of your best friend, you do the same, still trying not to pay attention to rafe’s hand which continued to rise to a more dangerous area. You bit your lip as Rafe's fingers touched the fabric of your panties. Your thighs tightened, seeking some friction.

"rafe stop it right now" you whispered to him, trying to remove his hand, however much against your will.

"stop what?" he purred in a low tone, he had intention of teasing you all night. "stop it, not here" you tried in vain to reason with him.

"I don't know what you're talking about sweetheart, you should try to relax" he replied in a playful tone. "Fuck you Cameron" you rolled your eyes back as his fingers started teasing you moving up and down your panties. "Ooh feisty, i like it" he smirks. "let's see how long you can resist," he said, continuing his movements, his thumb finding your clitoris to torture it in circular motions. "oh fuck" you whispered between your teeth, your legs still tightening as you tried to calm down, for fear that the guests would suspect something.

"oh no you're gonna keep them open sweetie" rafe growled in your ear as his other hand spread your legs apart. "keep them like that or I swear I won't make you cum." It was too much for you, you decided to listen to it, your pleasure having become too high to reject it. He had this effect on you that drove you absolutely insane. His touch was a drug you were already addicted to. You just opened your legs like he told you to. "good girl I prefer that" he smiled, it was a cocky and sadistic smile. His fingers repositioned themselves in their favorite places. Working your pussy harder, your breathing became shorter, you would have given anything to be alone at that moment and for him to fuck you like that on this table. But you were trying somehow to stay lucid. This is not the right time or the right place.

"what the?" You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Rafe's hand moving your panties to the side and two of his fingers entering you without warning, the cold metal of his ring touching your clitoris. You screamed in your thoughts, your body squirming under his fingers. It had become impossible not to react to this torture. For a second you forgot everything around you and let out a low moan. The guests turned to you, Rose being the first to hear. "y/n is everything okay?" your blood swirled, a shiver of fear washed over you "Yes yes I bit my-" A third finger had been added, moving in and out faster than before, the cold metal torturing your clit. Your cunt tightened against the gusty fingers pumping you as they curled inside you, touching a sensitive area. You bit your gum reflexively to keep yourself from making a sound.

"I.. I bit my tongue, it's nothing" you lied picking up your napkin wiping the little blood you had in your mouth. It hurt but it probably saved your life. "nice lie" Rafe chuckled. "can't wait to see how far you can go" his gaze was dark, hot and hungry. He ran his tongue over his lips. His shoving fingers didn't stop, they kept the same rhythm, his thumb returning to its place, torturing your clit. Your body was no longer yours, you no longer controlled anything. Your eyes stained with tears, your fingers clinging to the tablecloth and your left hand to Rafe's leg, your fingernails trying to dig into the fabric of his pants. You begged him to stop because you couldn't hold anything back. Suddenly he stopped all movement. The feeling of a fucking cold shower, although you had told him to stop, your body was begging him to continue, at this point there was a need. Rafe leaned towards you "if you want more, make up any lie to get you off the table" he teased you. A feeling of frustration invaded you, you had only one thing in mind, him fucking you until you forgot your name. Too bad for Sarah, you're a bad friend. A bad friend who fucks her brother in secret even on her birthday. You bit your gum harder, hurting you really badly. "oh my" you moan in pain, making heads turn in your direction. "sorry.. i'm super clumsy, i just bit my tongue again... i think i'm bleeding quite a bit, i'm going to go to the bathroom..." you stood up abruptly, spilling the glass of spurt wine on him. "oh my god I'm sorry"

Rafe was trying to keep calm in front of your unbelievable acting skills. "fuck watch out, that's expensive," he said, acting annoyed. Ward interrupts you to calm the situation "son it's nothing, go to the bathroom and rinse it all out. We have plenty of them at home. » Rafe nodded and glared at you, before turning and leaving the table. You follow him to the bathroom.

He opened the door for you. As soon as you enter, you find yourself stuck against the cold tiled floor of the room. His body pressed against yours, his hand holding your waist tight, his breath burning in your neck. your heart beat quickens, he leans in and whispers into your ear, the smell of his cologne only making him more attractive

« let's see where we left off" You were going crazy, his touch was melting you, your brain was screaming at you begging him to fuck you but your pride wouldn't stoop so low.

He attacked your neck, kissing it, licking it, biting it, while his free hand moved up your leg to where you needed it most. You were fidgeting with anticipation and desperation "someone's eager" he teased

"fuck off" you replied, he had this knack for being so arrogant. It turned you on as much as it annoyed you. He slaps your cunt. "behave or I'll leave you like that, fucking brat" the slap makes you moaned his name in desperation. "rafe holy fuck" his fingers penetrate you once again without mercy, your hands clinging to his neck and his shoulders, looking for any support to your body which has become far too weak to stand on its own. His lips crashed against yours in a hungry, needy kiss, he kissed you like you were his prey, his hand still on your hip, holding you perfectly against the wall and him. You had no escape. But you didn't want to run away. You wanted it. His hand held your chin to half-open your mouth, his tongue slid into it, kissing you passionately.

After a few seconds he breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with desire. "let’s get you out of that dress"

He pulls your hair, and forces you to turn around so your back is facing him, he begins to slide your dress off your shoulder, but he only gets half way before he stops, his hand is on your waist, his breath is on your neck as he speaks. You let a soft moan when your chest hits the wall. He smiles, and begins to pull your dress off completely, you feel the soft touch of his hand against your back, he pulls the dress completely off, and it drops to the floor "you'll have to beg for it, otherwise I'll fuck you like that against the wall"

"you really are an asshole" you replied with tears in your eyes of frustration. You hated begging him. You felt like it was so degrading. You thought you still had the strength to resist him. "Don't come crying when I fuck you till you can’t stand on your legs anymore babe"

" Make me"

He grabs your neck, bending you over the sink. “I had plans that you would’ve liked but apparently you decided to act like a brat. Too bad for you, I'll treat you like the whore you are"

On his words, two of his fingers forced access to the mouth to moisten them before returning between the legs, penetrating my pussy. "damn you're dripping, such a needy girl for me uh?" he brought his fingers back to my mouth "taste yourself" I licked them off without protest, already knowing I was going to have a hard time. "i want you to look at yourself in that damn mirror, see how I fuck you dumb, got it?" I don't answer at first, with tears in my eyes, both in desperation and shame. he slaps my ass. "you understand? »

“fuck-yes. Yes I understand"

"Good."

You hear his pants zip open and a few seconds later you feel his cock against you, straight and taut. You sigh in anticipation and grind your ass against him.

“don’t tease me or I'll ruin that ass too" At his words he aligns himself and enters you in stride, in a long hoarse rattle, grabbing your hair, undoing your bun. He pounded you relentlessly, one of his hands on your hip, the other in your hair and on your neck, applying enough pressure to make your excitement rise. "can't get enough of that pussy." Taking me so well"

His thrusts were violent, sometimes they hurt, but as strange as it may seem it was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it excited you even more. He fucked you like an animal, filled you like a rabid beast. Like he's pouring out his hate and his anger into you. "fuck-rafe slow down please" you started moaning as you felt your pussy tighten around him.

"You'll take what I give you" he declared in a menacing voice while going faster

"Please I-I can't" you moaned crying, ready to explode, torn between pain and pleasure.

"oh yes you can" he said as he jerked back to him. "told you you should've behave" it once again intrudes into you. You try to wrap your hands around him to hold onto him, but he stops you by placing them above your head. "you said you were allowed to do that?" his voice is husky, he's looking at your body, you can tell he likes what he sees He pulls you in even closer to him, your hair brushes against his tie, you feel the sound of his heavy breathing against you, you can feel the heat from him, you can feel your hips moving against him.

"rafe i-im cl-" He cuts you.

"No you're not. You will hold back until I allow you to cum" You were hot, very hot. Your body was out of control. Your pussy was hot, you felt your whole interior tense up with each thrust. You bit your lips, eyes closed, forcing yourself not to come. Until his hand finds your clit and deliberately touches it, practically causing your body to convulse.

" Aaaah rafe- no no no- stop it- please please stop it" you cried out loud. But he did not stop, He continued his torture. You couldn't hold anything back, you moaned his name without restraint, your fingers stuck in the fabric of his costume, your whole body trembled with spasms, your burning and painful pussy tightening around his cock. Your eyes rolled back and your breathing hitched.

" im not done with you" rafe smirks. His creepy smile turns to an evil, sadistic smile, he leans in and whispers into your ear, his breathe is hot against your neck, you can smell the alcohol and cologne

"you'll give me one more" he bites your ear.

"no no no- i can't.. i-promise I can't rafe." It's-too-too much. Stop-stooo-“

He still didn't listen to you, and suddenly re-penetrated you.

"Aaaahh fuckk-holy-fuck please don't-"

"next time you'll be a good girl" he whispered in you ear "for now you're just gonna take my dick like the dirty slut you are" Your eyes closed, my body was shaking, the feeling was awful but so good at the same time, your clit was burning, making you cry in discomfort, but the bursts of kidneys made you see the stars. After a few seconds, you finally reach your second orgasm. And apparently rafe too.

" im clos-"

" Yeah I know. I feel your pussy clenching around my cock. Ooh fuck you're squeezing me so tight"

" pull out- damn ahh- pull out rafe"

"no I'm going to fill you up with my cum, you’re gonna take every fucking drop so you’ll remember you don’t get to act like a fucking brat"

"wait what?" no no no- i-“ You didn't have time to answer, burst of throws on your lips devouring completely, while he gives a last thrust before cumming in you, you feel his cock deep in your pussy and something hot which fills you. He bites his bottom lip, gasping.

"You're so good. If only others would see how dirty you can be. Fucked by your best friend's brother. You’re such a mess babe.” You try to catch your breath,

"you really are a motherfucker Cameron"

He smiles as he hears the words, he looks satisfied.

"A motherfucker that makes you feel good, am I wrong sweetheart?"

"no.. you’re right" you finally admit. you bite your lip, staring into his ocean eyes

‘fuck you're so hot. makes me wanna mark you so everyone will know who you belong to"

"What's stopping you? you answered with a provocative look

he smirks while looking at your lips "god you're really something you know that?" He kisses you again, but this kiss is different. It surprises you. It’s passionate and soft. He goes down your neck and leaves purplish marks there, and a few bites. When he breaks the kiss you look at him with a questioning look.

"you're mine got it?"

"yes-yes" you said blushing

"just wanted to remind you"

author note : i might have done some grammar mistakes since english isn’t my first language, lemme know if you notice any mistake so I can correct myself.

correction done ✅

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Advice for Creating a Magic System

As a fantasy author, I thought I'd share my 5 tips for creating a captivating magic system.

1. Are you writing low fantasy or high fantasy?

Firstly, it's good to know from the get-go whether you're creating a magic system for a low fantasy or high fantasy story.

Low fantasy doesn't necessarily mean there are less fantastical elements or that the story has to take place in a version of the real world. Low fantasy simply indicates that the fantasy elements/magic is not commonplace in that world. Magic and other fantasy elements exist, but only a privy few know about it.

Examples of low fantasy stories include Harry Potter by She Who Shall Not be Named, the Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer and my book To Wear A Crown.

High fantasy, on the other hand, indicates that the fantastical elements and magic are known about and commonplace in that world. The people of the world know that magic exists, that there are fantastical beings, other races etc.

Examples of high fantasy stories include Eragon by Christopher Paolini, Crescent City by Sarah J Maas, The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien, and Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard.

2. Hard magic systems vs soft magic systems

The next thing that's vital to decide is whether you're creating a hard or soft magic system.

A hard magic system has built-in limitations. There are certain things that magic can do and that's it. Examples of stories with hard magic systems include Avatar: The Last Airbender and Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo.

A soft magic system doesn't have inherent limitations in relation to what it can achieve. Examples of soft magic systems include Eragon, Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings.

3. What can magic do?

Now that you know whether you're writing low or high fantasy, and whether you're working with a hard or soft magic system, it's time to create some magic!

This is the part where I can't give you too much guidance, because it's all about your creativity.

What do you want magic to look like in your story? What do you want magic to be able to achieve? How big of a role do you want magic to play in the story and your characters' lives?

Do you want different classes of magic wielders, each with mastery over their own element? Do you want magic to be a flexible tool that can be used to achieve almost anything? Do you want your magic to be limited to telepathic actions or creating portals? Do you want different people to have power over different aspects of nature or different magical disciplines?

Can wielders use magic without any tools, or do they need spells, runes or rituals?

The possibilities are endless, but it's important to establish exactly what magic is capable of in your world.

4. How does it work and where does it come from?

Now we know what the magic can do. Next up is why it can do those things. Where does the power of the magic come from and how do wielders command it?

Does the power/force of magic come from within the wielder? Does it draw from inner life force and energy? Does it draw on energy from another realm or dimension? Does it pull from the surrounding natural elements? Does the power come from a deity or from demonic forces?

Identify the source/origin of the magic.

From there, elaborate on how it works. How does a wielder access the source of the magic? Is it through strength of will, incantations, selling their soul etc.?

For example, let's say that the power of your world's magic comes from the cosmic energy of another dimension. In order for wielders to access that energy, they draw specific sigils on their skin and these sigils act as portals to that world. Once the sigil is complete, the cosmic power flows into the wielder and they can now command it.

5. The limitations

Very importantly, you have to be clear on the limitations of your magic system. Fantasy magic systems often fall flat because they don't have clear confines.

If you're writing a hard magic system, this step is a bit easier, since there are inherent restrictions on what magic can do. With soft magic systems, you have to decide just how much magic is capable of.

But whether you're writing a hard or soft magic system, you need to consider the cost of using magic.

Does the use of magic drain the wielder's energy? Does each instance of using magic darken the wielder's soul or deteriorate their body further? Does using magic damage the natural world around the wielder or drain others of their life force?

Magic without a cost, limitations or consequences just isn't as captivating.

Reblog if you liked these tips. Comment with your own advice. Follow me for similar content.

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rubiehart · 1 month

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idk if youve watched scream but like what abt that one scene where stu and tatum r walking and he picks her up and kisses her neck and shit but with bsf!jj where the pogues are talking and he just keeps groping and grabbing and they all keep talking cuz its just normal 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

i luv scream.. rip tatum u will always be famous

you are sarah are walking side by side as you leave school, turning the corner as she rambles before hearing the voice you know so well. “yo, just picked up some new shit from cousin ricky that you and me are smokin’ toooooonight.” he says playfully a little too loudly, causing you to swat him on the shoulder.

john b smirks in sarah’a direction as he throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him as she smiles. “stop it, jj.” you chuckle, his eyes widen jokingly taking mock offense, crossing sarah and john b before tackling you over his shoulder. stepping from the road to the pavement as you accept your fate and place your hands on his shoulders for balance, squealing as he pretends to drop you backwards. “sooo, i say impromptu party tonight at the chateau, to celebrate the stickiest of ickies, what’dya say?”

“are you serious?” sarah asks with a little chuckle, hoisting her bag further up onto her shoulder giving jj a raised brow look, looking back at john b for confirmation as he just smirks. “you heard the man.”

“as long as this one don’t invite the whole damn island, we’ll be fine.” jj says tapping your butt, spinning you around and placing you down next to him, still keeping a hand draped around your waist, holding you close to him.

“intimate gathering, close friends.” john b mutters, in an attempt to convince her, as she shakes her head with a smile. “cmonnn sarah, a lil’ weed makes all your problems drift away…” you tempt with a smile; wiggling your fingers in her face as she swats them away playfully, dropping them by your sides as jj reaches for your hand, swinging it obnoxiously as he rambles.

“we’re totally protected, yo- i am so buff” he smirks, flexing the arm he wasn’t holding your hand with and you roll your eyes. “i got you covered girl, fightin’ all your mental demons n shit.” jj smirks and speaks with that southern drawl you love.

“fine. whatever.” she throws her arms up in defeat and you squeal wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug. “this is gonna be awesome, okay let’s go.” grabbing her hand and continuing up the path, john b giving sarah a quick peck before the two boys wander off towards where the twinkie was parked on the other side of the road, hopping in and sharing a low high five as john b steps on the gas.

“so they’re coming. proud of you buddy.” he states with a side smirk, one hand on the wheel, focusing on reversing out of the space. “hell yeah they’re comin’. y’know me. mister convincer.” he says energetically, drumming a beat on the dashboard, john b rolling his eyes at his best friends’s antics.

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