#the julie outfit she put together is so cute

[beencryingfor25years]

Madi wearing her Stand Tall jacket… I’m not crying you’re crying

(vid from febreteen on insta)

#the julie outfit she put together is so cute #genuinely makes me so happy that they let her keep the jacket #jatp #julie and the phantoms #madison reyes #julie molina

[mechaknight-98]

Reciprocal Feelings (NSFW) FT Natty

Authors note: a little something special for Valentine's day, especially since Natty is exceptionally hot.

You were surprised when your 118th match on Tinder messaged you “Can you come through tonight?” and even more surprised at you doing so.

You arrive at the hotel 45 minutes later. When you enter the lobby you see your match’s smiling face. Her cute expression puts your previous worries about meeting her away and replaces them with other concerns but more on that later. Her outfit accents her curvaceous body while still leaving more than enough to the imagination. You walk over to her and she smiles at you

“Vlad right?” your match asks

“Yeah, you got it.” You affirm

“Natty.” Your match responds while going in for an awkward hug. She breaks the hug and says “Let’s go to my room.” You nod and follow.

You arrive at the 8th floor or so of the luxury hotel where Natty eyes you nervously as she watches you pace. To ease this you sit next to her.

“Be gentle” she says. You hesitate but know what you should do

“Are you sure about this?” You ask

“Yes!”Natty asserts pushing her breasts closer together hoping to entice you into not asking any more questions but with the redness of her eyes as if she was about to cry. You felt that was the wrong call.

“Really?” you ask

“Yes, why don't you think so?”Natty insists again

You grab her hand gently to show her how much she's shaking. She breaks into tears shortly after as she withdraws into your chest. You let her sob for a while.

“So what's the rush?” you ask eventually when Natty stops crying.”

“My members have been making fun of me for not having lost my Virginity,” Natty says through ugly tears and a dejected sigh.

You scowl as that was an extremely unconventional response “That's dumb,” you respond skeptically before you can think about your answer. You watch her eyes droop further in sadness which keys you into that response being the wrong one.

Still sniffling Natty looks at you again“Well, that's not the full truth. They make fun of me for not having a partner and boys only want one thing” Natty clarifies. You listen and now try to formulate the proper response

“Um,” you say unsure how to respond to that specific concern.

Natty looks at you confused and worried “Wait what was that “um” about?”Natty asks. You take your time as you consider your response

“I was trying to figure out how to respond to your previous statement which there is a lot to unpack about the statement,” you answer Natty looks at you surprised

“Why?”Natty asks. She looks at you wide-eyed as she thinks to herself. “Oh, he's different.”

Knowing that this was going to be. The long answer you pinch the bridge of your nose as you think Natty smirks at this thinking to herself, “he's thinking hard about this, which means he cares.”,

You sigh as you begin your answer “Well our culture (for better or worse) propagates that physical intimacy is the only worthwhile intimacy worth pursuing and that is the true manifestation of a mature and healthy relationship at least to men. All of our advertising, cultural relevance, and prominence is tied to “find woman, fight for woman, get woman, breed woman, repeat” and that's it. While I understand from a biological psychology reason why that would arise it isn't (and shouldn't be ) the end all be all for every man. Now, there are some who it is. However for the most part if you take the sexual enculturation out of us all you'd probably see sex become less of a main focus and more emotional intimacy or intellectual intimacy rise. Now for me, the way to my heart is through my stomach but that's because my mom’s love language was quality time and gift which for her translated to extravagant meals due to her being a world-renowned chef. For example, do any of your members have multiple exes?”

“Yes, my unnie Julie has 4,” Now atty says excitedly. She's excited to be engaged like an adult but also elated that you're taking her concerns seriously and not just diving into “getting physical” Also world renowned chef made her consider that he'd make a great house husband.

“How does she talk about them? Does she have them categorized in different ways for example is one referred to as the kind one where she talks about his overwhelming kindness, or does she have one whom she and her ex-partner whom she only talks about the mind-blowing sex she had with them?” you ask Natty’s eyes widen as two of Julie’s exes immediately pop into her head as she nods. Julie would often describe them in the categories you mentioned. As she goes to respond your stomach rumbles.

“Are you hungry?” you ask Natty. She nods and you respond “If it's okay with you let's grab something. My treat.” Natty. smiles wide at you before making noises of glee. “You will be mine” was all she could think about while you walked to your car.

3 months later you're taking a flight to South Korea to visit Natty for Valentine’s day. The flight was unpleasant but you endured for your love. Upon arrival, you thanked Zeus that he didn't find it within himself to strike you out of the sky. After that you make it to the hotel you'd be staying at for the time being. When you check in the attendant says that you'll find the accommodations suitable for your situation. You try not to scowl at the phrasing but it's kind of hard to do so. Regardless you ride the elevator up to your room. When you settle in you get a call from your friend Max. He tells you about this incredible girl he was dating named Yu Jimin. The picture he sent you of her made you laugh.

“Um, dude do you know who that is?” you text back to Max. Max sends back a confused emoji and you laugh audibly. You sent back a screenshot of a Google search and waited for Max to reply. Before he could though you got a text from Julie saying that Natty was ready to be picked up. So shaking off your fatigue you make the trek to her building. On the way you get flowers. You arrive at her building shortly thereafter as you walk inside Natty walks out. She sees you and gives you that adorable massive smile that radiates lovesick puppy energy. You smile back and present the flowers as she runs to you. She hugs you tightly and says “It's so good to see you Vlad.” she breaks the hug and quickly leans into your ear and whispers “I can't wait for you to destroy this pussy when we get back to your hotel room.” her words cause you to shudder and you barely hold off on pitching a tent in your pants. As she steps away she squeezes your arm in excitement. Unfortunately, she squeezes your bandaged right arm. You since which is when she finally notices it. Natty frowns and then hits your not (visibly) injured shoulder. When she sees you wince she scans you once over and notices all of the other scrapes and bruises covering you.

“What happened to you?” she demanded

“Max and I got attacked by a giant lion during one of his digs, best not to worry we'll be okay. No rabies just injured for the time being,” you explain as you gesture to the various cuts and scrapes. Natty scowls at you, but she knows that while she prefers you not have flown in this condition she knew you were not missing Valentine's day. Come to Hell or High Water or in this case Lions, Tigers Bears oh my.

“So how does it feel?, having your globe-trotting boyfriend visit you on Valentien’s day” you ask. Natty beams with an annoyed smile as the two of you walk out together. She has taken the flowers and is purposefully ignoring the cheers and jeers of the rest of her group.

She follows you back to the hotel flowers in her hand smile plastered across her face.

“It’s nice especially since you’re here Vlad.” Natty eventually says as you exit the building together.

Before y'all reached the hotel the both of you decided to stop at the k-bbq place on the way. The last time you had visited Korea this was the place Max, Gally, and Danger met while you talked about the next dig (the one you just finished) and recapped the previous one (the one before that). You and Natty sit down and begin to catch up.

“So what did you think about the comeback?”Natty asked

“Oh, you looked stunning. Every outfit you wore made you look better than the others. I am super sorry I couldn't make it but you know with the digs they could discover something, but the next concert I'm there regardless of anything.” Natty smiled at your fervor for her. She knew you would move the sun the moon and the stars if you could to make her happy. She did feel bad sometimes as she couldn't always reciprocate those feelings but did her best. She loved you in her own way. She was captivated and enthralled by your academic mind. But also you heart had shown her what unconditional love looked and felt like so she had a vision and a goal. Meanwhile, you were just so caught up in how remarkable she was. You were six months older than her but she had already accomplished so much so young. Being an international megastar. Almost debuting on one of the most publicized survival shows in the history of K-pop. Debuting not once but twice, and completely reinventing herself. You often felt inadequate next to her so you compensated by being the best trophy boyfriend you could be. Natty takes her place next to you on the right. In the booth, the to of you got assigned. This allowed you both to eat together without being in the other’s way as she was right-handed and you were left handed.

(Short aside you are not a trophy husband by the by. You are remarkable in your own right)

The two of you eat together in relative silence. Flirty silence but silence nonetheless. Some hand hand-holding here. Some hair fixing there. Overall just tame stuff. That was until Natty made a sudden move and “accidentally” forced her tits all over your hands. As you try to lessen the awkwardness Natty gives you a mischievous smile. “Can't wait sweetheart?” she coos. As she looks into your eyes her hand slinks down to your crotch. She slips her hand under the waistband, but wait the waitress is coming to take your order. Natty looks up innocently as she continues to inch her hand closer to your cock. You keep your composure as the two of you order another round of food. After that, she leans into your shoulder and breathes heavily into your ear as she grasps your cock. You jolt which only eggs her on more as she nibbles on your earlobe.

“What's gotten into you?” ask concerned. Natty has always been bold but this is a new height for her.

“What I can't worship my boyfriend’s big cock before I have it creampie this wet pussy?” Natty says as she continues to stroke you. Her eyes are lidded seductive and full of lust as she speaks. Her tone is that of an errotic whisper like a siren.However, her words make you laugh. Natty had done the whole sexy act multiple times and it was always so cute because she tried so hard. Your laugh caused Natty to pout acutely before increasing the fervor of her handjob.

“Babe please we in public.” you struggle as you stifle a moan. Natty’s mischievous grin returns.

“Um no.” she teases as she continues to jerk you. You hate to admit but her actions arouse even more. You love her aggression. Her eyes widen as she stares into yours watching you writhe and squirm under her touch.

“I love watching you ride the edge until you can't take it anymore,” she says as she feels you inch closer to the finish and her hand is drenched in your precum, but just as you are about to explode she stops, Mostly because it coincides with more food arriving. You'd be furious if you weren't so hungry so you manage to calm down. As you eat you get a call from me.

“Yeah Danger,” you say as you pick up the phone. I noticed a hint of laboring in your voice.

“Everything good Vlad?” I ask

“Yeah just flew into Korea last night and am a little tired,” you respond as you still are shaking off the sensitivity you felt from your girlfriend’s recent escapades.

“Oh well if that's the case, I'll be flying in next week as well we can go into more detail about what's the plan for the next dig. Go over what you all want me to observe and record for the b-roll since you're the director for this. It sounds like you are exhausted so letting you rest may be better,” I respond

You smile relieved that you have time to think before any intense choices need to be made. Especially since a little minx is just waiting at the edge of your vision. I hang up the call wishing for a pleasant farewell and you get back to eating.

“Who was that?” Natty asked

“Oh, that was just Dangerfield the videographer for the digs and seminars.”

“I thought that was you.”Natty Says confused.

“No, I'm just director of photography and head photographer.” you answer Natty nods in understanding as she begins to stroke you again. She smiles watching you try to keep composed.

“Hey is Danger like us?” natty said slowly stroking you

“Asian?” you ask hesitantly. “No, he's super black,” Vlad says flatly to Natty who rolls her eyes.

“No. I mean ascendant?” she asks

“I'm actually not sure but enough about him it's your special day and I want to indulge you,” you say as you kiss her forehead. Natty smiles as you go back to eating. You decide to give her a taste of her own medicine as your offhand inches back down her crotch and past her panties. You hear Natty stifle a gasp as she leans in.

“Oh someone wants their dessert early,” Natty says holding a moan off. You ignore her and have your fingers circle around her clit, as you eat. Natty whispers progressively dirtier and dirtier things to you that I can't repeat. Yet undeterred you send one finger into her pussy which is soaked right now. You stay calm as she begins to beg to cum.

“Please let me cum on your finger. I don't care if wee in public let me cum please. I need it.” Natty begs. You chuckle and when you feel her pussy clench in the way it does before she would climax you remove your hand. The two of you finish eating after that on edge waiting for the other to make a move.

When the two of you arrive at the hotel Natty growls at you, and rips your pants open as soon as the door closes.

“No more foreplay wreck this pussy like you stole it.” Natty demands as she tears off her clothes as soon as she gets yours off.

You don't even bother taking the rest of your shirt off and plunge into her bedraggled pussy.

“You like that?” you ask as you slap Natty’s bodacious ass.

She moans your name and a string of incoherent noises after. As you pound her the squelching sounds of her pussy egg you on further.

“I still need to fuck your ass natty, but not tonight. Tonight this pussy is mine,” you state authoritatively as you pull the bent-over girl by her hair.

“I love how your cock fills my tight pussy.” Natty says as her pale ass bounces and ripples with each thrust. You look into her eyes full of desperation and need.

“You're such a dirty slut now,” you say to Natty. Her pussy grips you fighter as if she liked it. So as you thrust you test your hypothesis.

“Who'd have thought that you'd be so into such filth? Trying to get off in public love? When we met you were Miss Prim and Proper Princess now you're a common whore.” you say. Tears begin to flow from Natty’s eyes as her pupils roll back into her head. When you see tears though you automatically stop.

When Natty comes back to her senses and calms down she asks, “Why did you stop?”

“Because you were crying. Look I'm all for pushing boundaries and finding kinks but I draw the line tears.” you say which makes Natty feel even safer with you. She begins to cry and lets out how she doesn't deserve you and how you're too good for her.

“Natty um where is this coming from?” you ask confused not expecting this to be the conversation of the hour.

“You're always there for me and I have not once been to a seminar or a dig site for you, and it tears me up. I haven't even had time to go to one of your galleries.” Natty adds.

You shrug, “Why are you worried about that? You are busy with almost endless schedules and performances.” you say to comfort her as you hold her. Natty’s eyes are still misty as the two of you spend the rest of the night eating chocolate and cuddling.

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader #kiss of life #kiss of life natty #natty #natty smut #kpop smut

[daisynik7]

Tall Idol Takada-Chan's Birthday

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4.0k

cw: reader is mentioned having long-ish hair (enough to put into braids), reader has curves, Todo being slightly pervy, explicit language, sexually suggestive dialogue, mentions of food

Summary: You and Sara attend a Takada-Chan birthday celebration at a local café, where you run into two unsuspecting acquaintances. 

Author’s Notes: Here’s chapter four, enjoy! Thanks for the support on this so far, I really appreciate it. Divider credit to @/saradika. 

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Todo hangs the signed Takada-Chan poster on the wall right next to his bed. He wants it to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. There are, of course, many other Takada posters already displayed around his studio apartment, but this one is different. This one is special. It has his name and his future wife’s name on it. 

“I still can’t believe you got to meet Takada-Chan today. That’s wild,” Yuji comments, biting into a slice of pizza. Tonight, the brothers are watching a collection of action movies and stuffing their faces with junk food. 

Todo sits on the opposite side of the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a small grin on his face. “I knew this day would come. My patience all these years is finally paying off! I’m this much closer to being Mr. Aoi Takada.”

Yuji snorts. “Dude, you’re going to take her name? Really?”

“We don’t abide by conformist laws in this household. I will proudly take Takada-Chan’s name,” Todo declares, dramatically clutching his chest over his heart.

With his mouth full, Yuji muffles, “Isn’t it weird that you had to lie to get her attention though? I mean, she thinks you and that other fan are a couple.”

“It’s not weird. It’s strategic.”

His brother shrugs. “I guess. It’s pretty cool of that girl to go along with it. She must really be a huge fan if she’s willing to put up with you, even if it is just pretend. She even let you keep the poster.”

He still can’t wrap his head around what happened earlier in the day. He was already exhausted after the mission, but when he saw that long line, it put him in a worse mood. Who knew that his rival would be the one to come to his rescue? Well, her and Takada-Chan, of course. When he saw them standing in front of him together, he couldn’t help feeling elated. And after today’s experience, he starts to think that maybe him and his rival can start being cordial with each other. She is the mastermind behind this whole scheme. And she did give him the poster. The least he can do is be less of an asshole to her, right?

~~~

July 16th is a Saturday, though most importantly, it is Takada-Chan’s birthday. You find out your favorite café, Club Coffee, is hosting a Takada-Chan birthday celebration. They’ll have different types of treats and drinks that are Takada themed, as well as life-sized cardboard cut outs of the pop idol for photos. 

When Saturday arrives, you and Sara get ready for the café event. Inspired by her outfit from the Meet and Greet, you decide to dress up for the occasion in an off-the-shoulder black blouse and plaid mini skirt. You accessorize with a red choker and black combat boots. Only Takada-Chan could pull off platform heels, so you don’t bother. Also, knowing yourself, you would definitely eat shit walking around in those. Not wanting to copy Takada’s look completely, you style your hair into two braids instead of pigtails. You twirl around for Sara, asking her, “What do you think?”

“Like you’re totally ready to seduce a teacher,” she teases.

“I wasn’t trying to go for a schoolgirl look!” you protest, self-conscious.

Sara grabs your shoulders and faces you towards the mirror. “No, it’s cute. Very cute, I promise you. Now let’s go before it gets too crowded.” You can always count on Sara to give you that confidence boost you need. 

The two of you make your way to Club Coffee. There’s a huge banner over the storefront reading, “Happy Birthday Tall Idol Takada-Chan!” A life-sized cardboard cutout of the pop idol doing her signature pose is placed near the store window. Fans gather around the front, taking pictures with it. It’s not nearly as crowded as the previous events you’ve attended because multiple cafes and shops around the area are hosting their own celebrations. As soon as you walk inside, you hear the distinct beat of one of the pop idol’s songs blasting through the speakers, giving the establishment a night club vibe, which you love.  

As you stand in line to order, you and Sara peruse the menu, both of you shimmying to the music as you decide what you want. There are a variety of dishes, savory and sweet, that are special for today. You order the Caprese Sandwich, one of Takada’s favorite meals, and the “Matcha Takada Latte”, which comes with latte art of the idol’s face. For dessert, you pick something called the “Taka-tan Beam Sweet Dream”, which is basically a slice of vanilla cloud cake with strawberries and cream. Sara goes for the “Love Gem” cookies and a black coffee, both of you agreeing to share the sandwich. As you place your order with the barista, Sara finds a booth near the back of the café. You make your way towards her, stopping once to interact with another female fan complimenting your outfit. 

“This is awesome!” you exclaim, sitting next to Sara, setting the buzzer on the surface. “Even if Takada-Chan isn’t physically here, I feel her presence all around me.”

“It’s probably because there are all these creepy cardboard cutouts of her. I feel like I’m in a weird Takada-Chan fever dream,” Sara shudders. “Also, the food and drinks we ordered might take a while, considering how busy it is.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind waiting! Thanks for coming with me.” You sidle right next to her to give her a big hug. 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get sappy with me. I’m only here because you agreed to pay for all the food.” She nudges you playfully. 

As you wait for your order, the crowd grows larger. Most of the tables are now taken. The other booth across from you is still unoccupied. You and Sara chat while bopping along to the music, thankful you found an open spot when you did. A couple of minutes pass when Sara elbows you, pointing your attention to the entrance. “Look who’s here. It’s Todo and Yuji.”

Of all the cafés hosting Takada-Chan birthday celebrations, why did they have to pick this one? Are the pop idol gods punishing you for lying to Takada-Chan about your fake relationship? That’s definitely it. This is karma. 

You groan into your hands as Sara laughs giddily. “We should invite them to our table! We have room.”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Sara. Can’t I have one moment of peace at one of these things?!”

“But he’s your boyfriend!”

“Shut up!” you hiss at your best friend, who continues to giggle, amused at your distress. “We’re all the way in the back, so they probably won’t see us.” You slouch into the seat, attempting to hide. 

“But what if they can’t find a table?” she whines, shaking your arm.

“Good, then they’ll leave.”

“Oh, c’mon! I thought you and Todo played nice at the last event.”

“Yeah. I played nice. Then he told me we could never be friends.” The memory of that still stings as you recall it.

“He doesn’t know you yet, maybe he’s shy.”

You let out a loud “Ha!” and add, “I don’t think shy is in his vocabulary. Unless he’s around Takada-Chan. Then he becomes speechless, which is hilarious.” You cross your arms and slide further down the booth. 

“They just ordered. Now they’re looking for a table.”

You grab hold of Sara’s sleeve and pull her towards you. “Sara, I swear to god, if you invite them to our table – “

“Yuji! Hey, Yuji!”

She did it. She really fucking did it. 

~~~

Todo searches his surroundings to identify the source of the woman’s voice calling out for his brother. Yuji, who is next to him, turns and waves. “Hey! Sara!” He follows him towards the back of the café., approaching a table with two women already sitting on one side. He notices Sara immediately; it’s that girl’s friend that always breaks up whatever argument they’re having at Takada-Chan events. The other is slouched so much, her head is level to the table. She holds both hands up to cover her face.

“Hey ladies! You’re lucky you found a table. Can’t find a spot anywhere,” Yuji says. 

Sara, with a grin, offers, “We have space at our table. Join us. It’ll be fun. Right? Won’t it be fun?” She directs her last statement to the girl next to her, trying to get her to come out of hiding. 

When she finally reveals herself, Todo recognizes her immediately: his rival. “Ha, I should have known you’d be here. And here I thought today was going to be a good day.”

She sits up, arms crossed with an annoyed expression on her face. “Oh please, we were here first. You’re the one ruining my day.” 

Sara shoves her friend lightly. “She’s just joking. Seriously, you two can sit with us. We’re still waiting for our food too.”

Yuji beams. “Thank you, Sara! Glad we ran into you.” He slides into the booth across from them. Todo grunts with disapproval but follows anyways. I guess this isn’t so bad, he thinks.

Sara and Yuji instantly start chatting to each other, like old friends catching up after a long time. Since when are these two so close? They’ve only met each other once. Todo glances at his rival across from him, who is now scrolling through her phone, making it a point to ignore him. 

He clears his throat, attempting small talk. “So, what did you order?”

She looks up and gives a curt response. “Food.” 

Todo rolls his eyes. “Yeah, obviously. I mean which special item did you order?”

“Why do you want to know?” she throws back at him. 

“I’m just trying to make conversation.” His patience wears thin and he almost regrets even trying. She’s extra venomous today. His last words to her from the meet and greet must have struck a chord. I don’t think we’ll ever be friends. He didn’t mean for it to sound so unkind. Todo doesn’t have very many friends, let alone female friends. All the girls at his high school despised him. And since he’s loyal to Takada-Chan, he has no interest in having any type of relations with other women. But this girl did him a huge solid, especially at the last event. He can’t forget that. This might be a good time to right his wrongs. “Listen, I’m sorry for being such an asshole to you. I get very defensive about Takada-Chan. Still, that’s no excuse.” Her expression relaxes as she sets her phone aside, listening in silence.

He continues. “Let’s call it a truce. Maybe we can both be Takada-Chan’s #1 fan,” he holds his hand out to shake on it, knowing deep down he’s the biggest fan. But for the sake of peace, he’ll keep that to himself. 

She eyes him carefully, contemplating. Finally, she reaches over and grips his hand firmly. “Okay, truce.” She flashes him a genuine smile.

There’s a strange tightness in his chest upon seeing this. Weird. He clears his throat again and asks once more, “So, which special dish did you choose?”

They chat about the food and drinks they ordered. They both got the Matcha Takada Latte. Apparently, she loves matcha while Todo admits to ordering it only because it has Takada-Chan’s face on it. She asks him if he really knew Takada in middle school, to which Yuji interrupts to debunk this very true theory. Sara joins in their conversation, mentioning how the “brothers” look nothing alike, with Yuji again exposing the fact that they are not blood related. The girls laugh as he recounts the story of how him and Todo first met, skillfully leaving out the details about Jujutsu sorcery and the Goodwill event. Yuji mentions Todo’s infamous catchphrase: What kind of girls do you like? 

He cuts off Yuji’s story to ask, “Wait, since we’re all here, what kind of girls do you like?”

Sara snorts. “I’m not answering that question.”

“C’mon! It’s just for fun. Todo asks this to everyone.” 

Sara elbows her friend. “We all know what kind of girl she likes. She adores Takada-Chan.”

His rival (maybe he should start acknowledging her as an acquaintance now) giggles, explaining, “She’s just so talented and confident! How can you not admire that?” Yawn. Boring. Todo should have expected this. 

“Also, she has a nice butt,” she adds, smirking shyly. Now this gets his attention.

Yuji whoops. “Ha! You’re just like us! High five!”

They slap hands, then she clarifies, “It’s just nice to see an idol with a more voluptuous body type. Something I can relate to. Makes me more confident, I guess. It’s dumb.”

Sara wraps her arm around her friend. “It’s not dumb. Takada-Chan has a nice badonkadonk and so do you. All asses come in different shapes and sizes and they’re all great!”

Todo watches her curiously. To say he is surprised would be an understatement. He’s already admitted to himself that she has a nice butt. To hear her talk about it out loud is fascinating. And anyone who appreciates Takada-Chan’s butt has his respect. 

Suddenly, one of the buzzers vibrates. “Oh! Our food is finally ready.” When she shimmies out of the booth to stand up, Todo’s mouth parts open, fixated on her mini skirt. His gaze follows her as she walks away towards the front counter, the hem grazing against the back of her plush thighs. She looks good. Like, really good. Why is this the first time he’s noticing this about her? 

“Hey!” There’s a hard slap on his shoulder. He turns to find Yuji and Sara staring at him, her arm stretched across the table, the source of the smack. “What do you think you’re doing?” Sara demands, glaring. 

Todo smirks. “I’m just enjoying the view.” 

Her eyes widen, nostrils flare. Yuji puts his head in his hands, shaking it in disapproval. “Dude…”

“You fucking pervert!” Sara yells, both hands reaching towards him as Yuji holds her back.

“Sara! He didn’t mean it! Right, Todo?! You were just joking!” He’s desperately trying to contain her.

Todo waves it all off, unfazed. “Yeah, I’m just joking around, no need to get all protective of your friend.” He focuses his attention back to her making her back to their table, a tray of food in hands, that skirt swaying dangerously on her hips. Damn, she’s really wearing the hell outta that thing, Todo muses. It’s a similar outfit to what Takada-Chan wore at the Meet and Greet, except it’s different. She’s made it her own. 

Damn, he thinks again, watching her slide into the booth, more alluring than ever. He notices how her tantalizing shoulders are exposed in the skimpy blouse she wears, the way it hugs the curves of her breasts. How soft her lips are as she smiles at the food in front of her, excited to stuff it all in her pretty little mouth. He lingers on the tight red choker around her neck, teasing him, making him imagine all kinds of interesting and naughty thoughts…

Shit. Maybe he really is a fucking pervert. 

~~~

When you pick up your order from the counter, you are amazed at the “Matcha Takada Latte” art. You rave to the barista at what an amazing job she did. In the background, even amongst the music blasting, you hear Sara’s voice yelling, but you can’t make out exactly what she’s saying. Back at the table, you slide the tray of food towards Sara, who is scowling at Todo with her arms crossed. You ask nervously, “Is everything okay?”

Everyone is silent for a moment, then Yuji speaks. “Todo passed gas, that’s why Sara is pissed.”

Todo’s head whips towards Yuji. “What?! Brother, why would you say that?!”

Sara’s expression softens, glancing at you with a small smile. “Thanks for getting the food. Let’s eat.” As the two brothers argue, you and Sara split the Caprese sandwich, chowing down. Sara remains unusually quiet until the other buzzer rings, both Todo and Yuji leaving to retrieve their order.  

Sara stops eating, her voice hushed as she leans into your ear. “Hey, just so you know, Todo is totally checking you out.”

You almost choke on the last bite of your sandwich, sputtering a confused, “What?!”

“He was staring at your ass while you were at the front counter. Fucking creep.”

“You’re the one that is encouraging this! You invited them to our table! You said I should have hot angry hate sex with him!” 

“I know, but that was before I knew he was a fucking pervert!”

You panic. How do you even respond to this news? Should you be creeped out? In a normal situation, this would be incredibly inappropriate, right? But why is a small part of you flattered? This big hunk is checking you out. It makes you feel good. It makes you confident.

But you can’t forget what he told you after the meet and greet: I don’t think we’ll ever be friends.

You tried to be nice. You were nice. If it weren’t for you, he would have never gotten that close to his beloved Takada-Chan. Even after all you did, he still said what he said. You both agreed to make peace today, but that doesn’t mean you are friends. It doesn’t erase the stress he’s caused you ever since you first ran into him at that mall concert. Maybe this is time for a little bit of payback. And with this recent revelation from Sara, you have new ammo to fire at him. 

“Hey, what are you thinking right now?” Sara asks, worry in her tone. 

You give her a mischievous smile. “I think I’m going to have some fun with this.”

Is it petty? Yes. Do you care? Absolutely not.

This is going to be fun. 

~~~

When Todo and Yuji return with their food, the two women are now sitting across from each other, one in each booth. 

“Come sit next to me, Todo.” She pats the seat next to her. 

Todo’s brows are knit in confusion, sliding next to his rival. Their knees touch as they sit side by side. Did the booth get smaller? Why does it seem like there is way less room? 

Sara and Yuji talk among themselves. Todo stares down at his food, oddly nervous being so close to her. What is she up to? He uses all his willpower to not ogle at her skirt, which is now riding up her thighs. 

“Sorry for switching seats. I just wanted to sit next to you so we can talk.” She studies him with her elbow propped on the table, head tilted, resting on her palm. Todo quickly glances at her. God, she’s cute like this. “What do you want to talk about?” he asks, taking a bite out of this steak sandwich.

From his peripheral, he sees a playful smile spread across her face. “What do you think of my outfit?”

It takes all his strength not to spit out the food in his mouth. He did not expect her to ask him that. “It’s…fine,” he mutters.

“Just ‘fine’?”

He growls, “Yeah, what else do you want me to say?”

She leans in closer, breath on his ear. It sends shivers down his spine. “I heard you were checking me out.” He has to maintain his composure. He can’t let this chick make him lose his cool. There’s no other woman out there that can do that expect Takada-Chan. 

Very calmy, he replies, “Yeah, and so what if I was?” She seems taken aback by his bluntness. He continues. “I know what you’re doing. You’re wearing the same thing Takada-Chan was wearing at the meet and greet. Sorry, but you’ll never be her. Quit trying so hard.” Harsh. So much for a truce. Turns out it’s not so easy for him to turn off the assholery. No wonder all the girls at Kyoto High hated him. 

“Aren’t you just a little bit embarrassed that you got caught being a pervert?”

He faces her fully now, challenging her. “I’m an ass man, what do you expect? You strut around with a mini skirt like that, of course I’m going to check you out.”

She doesn’t back down. “Have you no shame, Todo? Fucking hell, she’s really trying to push his buttons today. 

“Shame? You wanna talk about having no shame, you wannabe?” Without thinking, he reaches out, tugging gently on one of her braided pigtails. “What are these supposed to be, her pigtails? Try again.”

Her hand is suddenly on his thigh. “You can pull on my hair a little harder if you like. I bet you’re into that.”

Fuck. What is she trying to do to him? Whatever it is, two can play at that game. He says in a low voice, “Yeah, maybe I do like it a little rough. I can show you sometime.”

Her eyes widen and she clenches against the fabric of his pants a little tighter, gulping loudly.

Ha. Got her.

~~~

Too far. This has gotten too far. 

You only wanted to embarrass him, make him blush a bit, make him admit he’s a creep. You were just trying to get a rise out of him, but you didn’t think he would respond like that.   

How can you let this neanderthal get you all hot and bothered? You can’t shake the thought of Todo manhandling you. Your mind conjures all sorts of scenarios, and your body can’t help but react. At the same time, the logical side of your mind, which apparently has shrunken ever since meeting this man, is screaming at you. Where is your self-control, woman?! He has no intention of being anything more than a nuisance to you. He’s only saying these things because you started it! He’s not backing down. He’s trying to outlast you. He’s trying to win. You must fight fire with fire. There’s no backing down. You started this mess; you have to finish it. Whatever fucked up game you two are playing with each other, you must come out on top. “How about today? I’ll keep the skirt on while you show me how rough you like it.”

Checkmate. 

He looks at you, his expression not faltering, anticipating what he’ll say next. Finally, he chuckles and goes back to his sandwich. After a bite, he relents. “Fine, you win. I surrender.”

You’re not proud of it. Who would be? You’ve thrown all your dignity out the window. But who needs pride and dignity when you have victory?!

At last, you relax against the booth, satisfied. Thankfully, Sara and Yuji are too engulfed in their own conversation to have noticed what just occurred in front of them. For the rest of the meal, you and Todo don’t exchange another word with each other. 

Everyone finishes and agrees to leave the table for others to take. You walk around the café, taking pictures with the Takada-Chan cardboard cutouts. Todo’s gaze on you as you pose for pictures, expression unreadable. It makes you flustered, for some reason.

When it’s time to go, you head outside. Sara and Yuji hug goodbye, while you stand awkwardly next to Todo, unsure how you should part ways with him. You made peace, then exchanged highly suggestive comments to each other in a strange battle for dominance. Where does this leave you two? There’s this weird tension between you, different than before. It’s not necessarily hostile, but it’s heavy. 

“Ready to go?” Yuji asks, motioning to his muscular friend.

“Yeah. Bye Sara, thanks for letting us sit at your table.”

Sara smiles. “Yeah, thanks for hanging out. It was fun.”

He faces you, sticking his hand out. “I guess I’ll see you around.” A handshake? That’s odd.

“Sure. Bye.” Not wanting to leave him hanging, you take it. 

Suddenly, he pulls you forward and leans down close enough that his mouth is to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin as he whispers softly. “I guess we’ll have to reschedule.” 

He lets go, stepping alongside his brother towards the station, leaving you speechless.

Fuck. 

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[experimentfae]

Ok so since by popular demand I’m gonna give writing a welcome home fanfic a try.

Wally Darling x GN! Reader (One shot 1/3)

(Artwork by: PartyCoffin)

You have just moved into the neighborhood place called welcome home you had moved just today, you where unpacking some things until you heard a knock on you’re door. “Hello?” You questioned “hello I wanted to welcome you neighbor.” Someone Responded.

You smiled “of course.” You open the door to see another puppet with curly blue hair, yellow skin and a colorful outfit. “Hello I’m Wally darling who are you new neighbor?” He asked you blushed a little you couldn’t help but find him a little cute “I’m (y/n) (l/n).” He smiled wider at that “that’s the most name.” You smiled at the compliment “I guess you you name is the most as well Wally.” You chuckled.

He smiled “thank you neighbor.” Do you want help unpacking I sure everyone would love to help as well.” It did sound nice and to be honest, you would love the help “that would be great thank you.” He nodded “I’ll get the other don’t worry neighbor this place would be done in a snap.” He walked out to get the others you just hoped you made a good impression on you’re new neighbors.

One by one they all came in well except for poppy for what you been told she would loved to help but, she was to tall but you would love to meet her eventually. You have meet all the others though Julie the extrovert optimist, frank introvert and some cases not always positive but despite that him and Julie are friends. Eddie the kind but clueless mailman you found out that he was dating frank which you found them to be adorable together.

Howdy the kind Caterpillar who own a bodega which is good to know, and the last in sally is a star that fell down from the sky to welcome home she was responsible for entertainment around the neighborhood, she owns a little theater.

After they helped to put everything away “wow (y/n) you decor choices are lovely.” Praised Julie everyone else seem to agree “oh thank you guys, I really do appreciate you all helping no worry I’ll find a way to repay you guys.” You assured “there’s no need (y/n) we just love to h-

“Actually that w- frank interrupted Wally until Eddie elbows his arm to make him stop “no it’s fine we love helping new neighbors.” Eddie assured “well thank you all.” They all left except Wally “here since I heard that you would be coming I made you this he gave you a apple “they always me me happy so I assume they would make you happy as well.”

“Thank you, It’s sweet of you Wally.” You smiled he smiled he walked towards “see you around neighbor.” He gave you a wink and walked out the door, you felt you face heat up again one thing you knew was that you might have a little crush on Wally.

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I Didn't Expect You Part 3 ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 2) (Masterlist) (Part 4)

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is both POST S2 and a retelling of S2 with changes, everyone swears A LOT, 4th of July party, THIRST, Cam Cameron, Taylor Jewel, Nicole (sorry to this Queen), Gigi, Marisa and girlfriend, Dara, Conrad's friend Danny (made this character into my own thing), hints of Belly/Jeremiah, I don't know shit about sports

word count: 4,058

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You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

That I can see you

It was finally here; the reason we'd all come back to Cousin's this summer at all. Susannah's famous 4th of July party was underway in all its glory despite the setbacks of the past year. Everyone had spent the day before running errands and putting up decorations, preparing appetizers and double checking the rest of the seafood catering while the woman of the hour sat on her chaise lounge and orchestrated it all to perfection. I barely talked to Belly and Steven that day let alone Conrad but it wasn't awkward when we were sent on a few errands together or standing side by side chopping veggies again. We all had a common purpose and it felt good. The five of us joined Belly on her night swim before bed that night to clean off the remnants of a productive day.

I pulled out my black swimsuit from the top drawer the next morning and was stopped in the doorway to the bedroom by Belly. "What is that?"

I looked at her for a second, confused before answering, "I'm gonna change into my suit after I shower." I attempted to leave again but she wouldn't move. Belly shook her head and muttered a handful of no no no's. I sighed dramatically, "What's your issue, girly?"

"Why did we go shopping for new bikinis if you aren't gonna wear yours? I learned about complimenting colours for you and look!" She rushed into the bedroom, pulled out the purple one that Taylor had treated her to for her birthday and the coral one hidden at the bottom of my top drawer. Belly held them up together to show me and I could tell she was moments from an adolescent tantrum. "Come on, it's the 4th and they're so pretty! Don't make me do it alone."

"Wear your Speedo with me then!"

"If you brought a cuter one piece, I'd compromise but you only brought two suits and only one of them is cute." She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world and she's biding her time until I gave in.

She wasn't not wrong but that doesn't mean I made it easy for her. "What has Taylor done to you? We're here for less than a week, what do I need more suits for?"

"For the party, Y/N! You brought this one for the party so don't back down now."

I took the first step and grabbed it from her hands at least as I contemplated. "I feel kinda slutty…"

Belly translated, "Which means you look hot in it, amazing. I agree."

"Who are you right now?"

"Make sure you tell Taylor, she's gonna be so proud of me." She turned away from me to rustle through her drawers and assemble her outfit.

"Belly. It's a family party."

"Other people will be there! Jere said Cam's coming, Dara, Marisa and her girlfriend and then Conrad said something about Danny too. I invited Nicole but she said she wasn't sure and then my dad should be here with Taylor any minute. Lots of people not related to us." She wasn't even looking at me anymore and I didn't know if she'd just gotten good at this or she'd realized that she'd always had me wrapped around her little finger.

I sighed, "If I bring this with me, can I please shower now?"

Belly tosses the next words over her shoulder, mood changed on a dime from her dramatic pout. "Hurry up! Everyone will be here soon."

I groaned dramatically to try and get a final rise out of her but she was in her own world, discovering the perfect holiday fit.

Taylor did congratulate Belly when she arrived even when I insisted I hadn't made my mind up yet on what I was wearing under my dress. It was fun getting ready with the girls again, trading new makeup hacks and exchanging jewelry and shoes like we'd always done in the summers. There were last minute adjustments to our outfits only caught by an objective opinion. We'd all decided that red, white and blue was out this year and we committed to pink, purple and green instead. Taylor said they were meant to stand out and own it. I just always hated red against my skin tone.

I was the last one to get downstairs to greet Uncle John and the 'debs' as we affectionately called them since last summer. Susannah was set up on the outdoor couch in a floppy white sun hat and linen set that made her look like she should be vacationing in someone more tropical. The group of us had perfected the unspoken rotation of checking in with her, refilling her drink or keeping her snacks stocked. She seemed quite happy to lay around and watch the party unfold before her eyes.

Belly dropped her jaw in a silent scream when she saw me in my coral bikini covered up by my sheer white cover dress and squealed as she clapped her hands together, "See? Compromise!"

I just rolled my eyes and prayed no one was paying attention to her insanity. "Yeah, yeah. You look cute too." Her and Taylor were the cut off shorts sisters and they worked it.

The food was incredible, the decorations held up in the breeze and it seemed like we'd pulled it off. We'd managed a normal but perfect set up for Susannah's favourite holiday.

"I probably shouldn't have fucked Liam Meyer again but other than that hot girl summer is a go." The group of girls were sitting by the pool, dipping their feet in or laid back in the lounge chairs while Steven and Jeremiah were already swimming around and dunking each other. I'd always liked Nicole for the most part (if I forgot about her nasty revenge streak) but I would have liked to know less about her sex life. I was the only one though because the rest of the girls were giggling and eager to hear more stories from her.

Belly agreed, "I hear you. I swore to myself I wouldn't get tied down this summer."

Nicole looked surprised but impressed and Taylor smiled at Belly happily, "She's branching out from the Fisher family this year, right Cinderbelly?"

Belly shoved her arm and looked around to see if anyone heard. "Shut up! But…yeah, I guess."

"Good for you, girl. No need to settle for one summer boy when there's lots to choose from…at this party alone." Marisa's eyes were across the pool where Cam Cameron and Danny walked into the yard and waved their hellos around. The girl's attention was distracted by them for a moment.

Belly laughs, "I meant more like eating as much ice cream as I wanted and skipping shaving my legs a few days in a row."

Nicole looks at her friends before nodding, "I mean…that's cute too."

"Hot girl summer can mean whatever you want, Bells." I couldn't hold it back but tried to keep my tone as light as possible and Taylor shot me a grateful smile.

Nicole looked right at me like I must have read her mind, "Exactly. Mine just means the sampling platter of the finest dick that Cousin's Beach has to offer."

Her eyes focused over my shoulder and her mischievous smile grew as she spoke. The girls facing her way giggled loudly and I turned to look at what they saw. It was all the guys climbing out of the pool, looking fucking good because of course they did. I wasn't completely oblivious no matter what Taylor thought. Except Steven because gross but he was definitely being looked at by everyone that wasn't his blood relative. Conrad must have come out of hiding too because there he was, right in the middle of the group pushing the wet hair out of his eyes and laughing at something his friend said. Danny Wilder, who was tall and broad and looking damn good this summer.

I didn't even notice how my head tipped to the side until Taylor smacked my arm and gasped a wicked laugh. "OhmiGod, she's human after all!"

I laughed, "Shut up! You know what? Apparently I'm the only one with balls too." I got up and shrugged my shoulders at them before making a beeline to refill my drink and grab two towels before I spotted Cam and gently hip checked him to get his attention.

He was talking to Danny but quickly flashed his wide smile, "YN!"

I handed them each a towel and smiled back. Danny muttered a quick thanks before being dragged away by Conrad. I thought I heard him complain about why he didn't get towel service. I refocused my attention, "I'm so glad you came."

"Me too. Mrs. Fisher hosts the best parties."

"Good to know you're still as smart as you are sweet." He blushes and smiles. I stepped a bit closer to him and lowered my voice so hopefully he'd be the only one to hear. "Hey, I hope this isn't weird but I didn't get a chance to say anything after you and Belly–"

The poor guy looked so worried for a second, "Oh, that's totally cool now. Belly and I are good."

"No, that's what I mean. You were so great to her in every way and when– Just as someone who loves her and worries about her, you couldn't have handled that situation better. So thank you."

He shrugs as his smile spreads across his face again. "Ah, I got a good mom."

"Never change, Cam Cameron." I held his forearm gently and shook him in the mock threat.

"I'll remember that, Y/N. Thanks."

I nodded, "Can I get you anything? There's frozen virgin margaritas this time."

That sparked his interest. "Oh, actually…"

"Right? My idea and I'm very proud." I walked him over to the drinks table and swore I could feel a prickling on my neck. I looked over my shoulder to check my surroundings but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The gang started to mingle a bit more after I broke the ice and I saw Cam giggling at something Dara said, Taylor and Steven were essentially beating each other up and if it wasn't so quintessentially them I might have worried. Jeremiah was sitting next to Belly on a lounge chair, trying to cheer her up no doubt. He'd always had a sixth sense for when she needed it most and he'd perfected how to make her smile. He was holding her hands in his lap and her smile was starting to light her face back up. I was smiling at the display when I went to find my own seat and got a glimpse of Nicole trailing her fingers up and down Conrad's abs. I took back what I thought earlier; she had steel ones.

Danny glanced in my direction and we exchanged quick smiles before he looked back at Conrad, who didn't look as happy about Nicole's bold moves as I expected. Next thing I knew, Danny was leaning against the table in front of me and when I looked back in Conrad's direction, he was shooting daggers of betrayal through his eyes at his friend who'd abandoned him. Danny Wilder was either stone cold or completely oblivious.

"Hey." Definitely oblivious if I judged that sweet smile correctly.

"Hi." I couldn't help but smile back again.

"I just, uh, wanted to say thank you for the towel. I didn't know your hostess skills were at the 'anticipation of needs' level." Just when the smile was drifting off my face, it came back with a vengeance.

"I mean, I was taught by the best." I gestured towards Susannah on her couch throne and noticed Conrad looking over his shoulder at us with a look of bewildered disgust. He was such a fucking drama queen and all it really made me want to do was flirt with his cute friend more.

Danny's focus was steadfast, unlike my own and it was exhilarating. He deserved my undivided attention. "That's true. You could pass it down the family line or charge for your services."

My eyes narrowed but the smile didn't leave my face, "You wanna pay me to bring you a towel?"

He paused and contemplated, "Yeah, that sounded way better in my head." The thing about Danny was that he was smart, as smart as Conrad or Steven but he wasn't trying to prove anything. If he said something stupid, his ego was never bruised and he was the first one to laugh at himself, not unlike sweet Cam Cameron who embraced his awkwardness and seemed to grow more into his own confidence every day.

I decided to throw him a bone, "How's school?"

He took a deep breath, "It's…a lot but I knew that going in. I mean, I love it so…"

"You're lucky." The sincerity between us was refreshing. Conversations with him had always been easy.

"Actually, I'm playing a little around Cousin's if you wanna come check it out. Conrad's supposed to play backup if he decides to get off his ass this summer." The idea piqued my interest. I could never call myself a baseball fan but baseball players…

"I never agreed to that!" At the mention of his name, Conrad yelled his interruption and practically galloped over to where we stood.

He claimed his territory by slinging his arm around Danny's shoulders and plastering on a smile that didn't reach his eyes right in my direction. "Besides, what the fuck are you guys talking about me for? I thought you were flirting."

We were embarrassed for exactly two seconds before we exchanged exasperated gestures at Conrad's fuckery. Danny shoved him and I rolled my eyes, "Fuck off, bro."

Conrad laughed in his direction, "Jeez, sorry. Y/N is leaving on Monday anyway. So too bad, so sad."

Danny's face falls in disappointment, "Shit, really? I thought you guys usually stayed for the summer."

I shrugged and regretted the short term plans for the first time since I'd gotten there. "Yeah, it's just been a busy year."

Danny nodded in understanding and Conrad looked between us before shouting at the top of his lungs, "Who's down for chicken?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You hate chicken." Everyone around them was hooting and hollering in agreement.

"No, you hate chicken. Let's go!" His crazy eyes had gotten out of control and I wasn't convinced he didn't suggest it just to piss me off. So I sat down on the pool's edge in protest and Danny asked if he could join me. We watched the first few rounds and I decided it was a way better game to watch than to play. No bruises on your arms or thighs from overzealous team members and I could even stay dry if I wanted.

Taylor tried to claim Steven at one point but he dodged her, "Not this time, Taylor. I want a fighting chance." He swam over to my direction and I sighed. He smiled expectantly, "Come here, you."

"You know I'm not good at this game."

"You're better than Taylor."

Taylor splashed him, "I can't believe you're being mean right now." She swam away and I resigned myself to my fate.

Steven splashed Taylor back but he was too close to Danny and we got sprayed . "Shit! I'm an idiot, sorry guys." I stood up to take my cover dress off before I slid into the pool. I saw Danny wave Steven off as he laughed.

I splashed him back gently and smiled, "It's fine. Go ask Cam if he's down."

"Oh, excellent idea."

I shouldn't have been surprised that it ended up being a chicken tournament in the end. There were too many varsity athletes at this party. Belly and Conrad alone could have been the driving competitive force so when I kicked him in the chest on accident, he said he was making it his mission to take me out. Jeremiah and Belly were a formidable team which surprised no one no matter how much shit his brother gave him. The teams weren't set at first but the strongest pairs stuck together after a while. Cam and Dara bowed out early due to weak arms and bad balance, their words, but they were giggling when they admitted it. Belly was determined to get Marisa and her girlfriend, Sarah eliminated as soon as possible which took a while but in true Conklin fashion, was a success. Taylor had abandoned the whole thing for snacks and I was so jealous.

Next up was Conrad and Nicole against Steven and I and as much as I wanted to do my best for Steven, expectations were low. Cam had taken up the mantle of announcer while Danny handled the scoreboard and refereeing. Nicole and I climbed onto the boys shoulders and looked at each other to exchange a friendly smile.

"Ooh! Here, let me help you with that." Nicole brushed Conrad's wet bangs from his forehead and he muttered a thanks. It looked like him and Steven were having a silent conversation.

"I thought you quit football last year, Con? I swear I've got more wiggle room up here than last year." She then made her point by wiggling her hips in place. The stones.

My brows raised against my will, I stifled a chuckle and tried to cover the reaction by joining in, "Funny, I think you lost weight, Stevie."

"If you think I won't dunk you right now…" Steven threatened as Conrad laughed at his expense.

Cam made his round announcement and read off the current score from Danny's phone. I squared myself on Steven's shoulders and took a deep breath while the boys shit talked until it got ridiculous.

"I'm gonna make you hate this game even more than you already do, Y/N!" Conrad spat and I just stared back at him for a second before I heard Cam yell 'GO!'.

I almost had that shit in the bag, Steven laughing maniacally, and Conrad must have known it too because all of the sudden when Nicole was starting to tip, I was distracted by a ticklish feeling on the bottoms of my feet under the water. I tried to squirm away while concentrating on the game but ultimately, I squirmed right off Steven's shoulders and into the water.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Steven exclaimed in defeat and went to complain to Danny and Cam.

"You fucking cheater…" I came up from the water and spluttered. Conrad was laughing and high fiving Nicole.

Next thing I knew he was holding his hand out to me, "Come 'ere. I'll try and give you a fighting chance. You're embarrassing yourself at this point."

I scoffed at his offer, "Fuck off, I took Taylor down!"

I had no intention of replacing Nicole on his team but he grabbed me around the middle and dragged me along with him as he nodded placatingly, "There's the energy we need! Keep that up."

I wondered if Nicole had told him she wanted an out because when I looked around the pool I saw her getting out entirely.

Conrad whistled, "Jere! You and me, let's go. Pick your best fighter." The fucker wasn't wrong and we did beat Belly and Jeremiah. It was the first time I knocked Belly off balance but I still didn't know what Nicole was talking about, Conrad wasn't any bigger or stronger this summer. There were better ways to hit on him.

In the end, the championship went to Belly and Jeremiah even after mine and Conrad's temporary victory. They both shoved it in Conrad's face mercilessly and I couldn't help but enjoy every second. He called me a traitor when I wasn't shy about how much joy it gave me to see him lose even if I was right there along with him. Luckily it didn't trigger a bad mood like it might have done a few years prior and we all celebrated with crab legs and cake.

I was tossing my paper plate into the trash when Danny found me again equipped with puppy dog eyes, "I feel bad."

"Cause I lost the chicken tournament? Don't. Conrad's the one who needs someone to help nurse his war wounds." I nodded in his direction where he was chugging a margarita.

Danny looked back at him and chuckled softly, "Oh, believe me I know."

Conrad called from a few feet away, "I'm still pissed at you for dropping the ball!"

His focus turned back to me, "But that's not why. You asked me about school and that idiot interrupted before I could reciprocate. So are you excited? Stanford, right?"

I was surprised he remembered. "Good memory. I'm excited, I'm just also…trying not to think about it at all, you know? I don't wanna freak myself out."

"Oh, no. Believe me. That's smart. It's a lot of pressure and you gotta move to the west coast on top of everything." He nodded and blew out a breath.

I narrowed my eyes as my smile grew, "Are you saying, hot shot pitcher destined to go pro, Danny Wilder, was nervous about starting at Northeastern?"

Danny blushed and it looked good against his tan skin. He tried to laugh through it but before he could respond Conrad poked his head between us again. It was inevitable.

"Did he tell you that he sweat through his new uniform in the first practice?" Danny's shoulders slumped as his head turned towards Conrad's grin. "Honestly, bro, you should probably get that checked out."

I just focused my gaze at the grass for a moment before I tore into Conrad again. But it wasn't necessary.

Danny squared his shoulders as he looked at his friend, "You're just pissed because you gave up your football scholarship and went pre med instead. Not to mention your fastball was always a half second behind mine." Danny shrugged at his expense and I saw the moment Conrad froze. He scoffed and pushed his friend too hard to pretend it was a joke anymore.

My eyes closed as I sighed and I was treated to the sight of poor Danny's bewildered face when I opened them, calling out to his friend. "Connie, come on, man…"

We watched him stalk back into the house. "Ignore him. He's been like that for a while."

Danny was still focused on Conrad's path, "Do you think…? He knows he's a great ball player. I swear, I say that shit to him all the time."

I did my best to reassure him, "I know. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

He finally looked back at me and sighed. "Okay. Only because you said so."

"Wow. Some power I have." The spirit of our back and forth had lost most of its momentum.

"I'd say but uh, could you go check on him anyway? Maybe I'm just soft but I'm gonna feel shitty until he comes back and I think you could convince him." His brown eyes were pleading and it was so unfair. He was pulling a Steven.

I scoffed a laugh and meant to say under my breath, "Why does everyone think I'm the Conrad whisperer all of a sudden?"

Danny furrowed his brow in confusion, "Sorry?"

I mentally slapped myself out of my own thoughts and nodded in his direction. There was no way I was ever getting out of this. "Only because you're such a good friend. He barely deserves you."

The sincerity in his voice was so pure it hurt. "Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment…I think." A real smile came out at the end and it brought out mine too.

"You should."

"If it helps, tell him I'm an idiot and his arm was always better than mine." Danny pauses for a moment, "Which isn't true but…" He made a shushing gesture and I laughed softly.

"Yeah, not a chance. I draw the line at inflating his ego."

His eyebrow quirked up, "But not mine?"

I debated with myself for a moment, "Uh, to be determined, I guess."

Danny hummed, "Okay. Good luck."

The laugh that escaped my lips wasn't as sincere as he was as I focused on the sliding door, "I'm gonna need it."

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author's note: I hope you enjoyed part 1 of 4th of July! I ended up having to cut in half but that means part 4 is coming so soon! I'm making shit up about sports and other things I don't know a lot about in this fic and I've accepted it so I hope you can join me 😅. Thank you again for the support 💙💚💛🧡. Reply with comments and let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist. If you'd like to ask me about any upcoming chapter warnings you wanna be warned of ahead of time (angst? 18+ smut?) then come visit my blog with any questions and I'll be happy to answer!

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[mouse-fantoms]

Absolutely one asked for this but I wanna say what all my favorite outfits are per character is bc I can!

First up, Miss Julie herself, the other day I said I can’t get over how pretty she is in this look so this isn’t that much of a surprise but I mean,

The shade of blue is so pretty on her and the illustration on her shirt is so cute. What also makes this look get double points too from me is bc of the whole how at the start Julie is in baggy clothes bc it’s a reflection of like her grief and where she is with it but then as the episodes continue her clothes get more personalized and like less baggy idk it’s just such a nice little detail and this is such a cute outfit to have be in the last episode for Julie that reflects where she is now with her grief since the boys are in her life now.

My absolute favorite Luke outfit is his llama jacket look,

You’re just used to seeing him in the black background color graphic tees with him and so to see him in this like lighter version of his wardrobe is nice. This one is also my favorite of his lil llama jacket 🥺 observe,

He’s got a llama on his pocket therefore it’s his llama jacket. Also too the jacket just looks so cozy, I mean all his jackets look incredibly comfortable (LOOKIN AT YOU SAD FLANNEL) but it’s easier to see the like individual like threads of it bc it’s white it just looks extra cozy.

My favorite Reggie outfit has to be this variation of his wardrobe,

Don’t get me started on the little detail that it’s implied through his outfits that he’s only got a couple things he can wear bc he always like reusing different things from his other outfits like he only has a rotation of a few things (that is a detail that implies so much about his character and like background of him and ugh I just love it but again don’t get me started). The white t-shirt with his red flannel just is like yes a basic look but idk he just suits it really well. (I love too how his belt matches his bass strap we love the coordination)

Call me basic but I love Alex’s debut outfit that we see,

Again he also just looks cozy with the hoodie and then also the denim material like jacket over it, I like the layering of it and like the distressed part of the jacket adds to it like it’s a good look, it makes it interesting to look at bc of the distress-ness in it. I like that he wears his Fanny pack across his body it’s a good look for him.

Naturally after Alex we have to discuss Willie, I love his lil sweater paws outfit,

This look of his is the closest to my personal choice of wardrobe so that’s probably why I like it as much as I do 😂 that hoodie just looks so comfy and oversized on him. To me too, him having this hoodie just implies that like Alex and him can share their hoodies WHICH IS JUST ADORABLE

My favorite Carrie fit is her like lounging at home look,

THE COLORS OF HER JACKET ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER AND THE DESIGN IS LIKE A SCRIBBLE LOOKING PATTERN ITS SO CUTE AND THEN HER SHIRT SAYS ROYALTY LIKE WHAT A QUEEN MOVE

…ahem

The colors of this one just compliment really well together and I like her shirt, it’s very Carrie of her. This also does indeed give the feeling of an outfit you’d wear to just like relax in.

Lastly, hear me out on this one for Nick,

I like the coordination of hat that matches his hoodie. Like he put thought into at least what hat he’d wear with this which I respect. And like again the hoodie with his jean jacket he just looks warm and comfy in it (Also he doesn’t have that many outfit options compared to how many the others had but this is my top out of them all for his)

#I just Ike looking coziness and feelin cozy is what we’ve gathered here today I think 🥰 #I mean my own personal style is just like graphic tees and hoodies to express my interests so maybe that adds up to why certain looks are #my favorite when it comes to them #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie molina #reggie peters #alex mercer #carrie wilson #jatp Nick #jatp Carrie

[cherrycherryking]

Hi! I love your stuff with Wally!! I was wondering if you could do Wally (Or Eddie if you write for him) with a reader who likes to write and make up fun stories to share with friends? (You don’t have to but I think it’d be cute) Oki have a nice daaaay :))

sooo idk if you just wanted this to be just and x reader or a character ideas, so, i did both!! hope you like it <3

(+some drawings!)

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Wally Darling x Gen!Reader (platonic or romantic) Eddie Dearest x Gen!Reader (platonic or romantic)

Writer Character

✧We got ourselves a little writer!

✧Or maybe an author, or a librarian, or a poet- point is! You love to write and create this silly funny stories for all of your friends to see.

✧Some fun concepts for a character like this could be a bee cause spelling bee! Or a mouse because library mouse (or just whatever you like)

✧We know in the show there was storybook sections. I think a lot of these would be narrated and a lot of times even created by you!

✧I can picture your segment starting with the camera focusing on you reading or writing, then inviting the viewer to follow the story along. As you may imagine for a kids show they all had a neat message at the end.

✧Oh, and another resident smarty pants! I can think of some chapters or scenes where you teach spelling and grammar. "No, is not t-h-e-y-r-e, they're birthday, but t-h-e-i-r, their birthday!" (or maybe like me you suck at spelling, so ignore this lol)

✧For outfits i can suggest plaid pattern, glasses, a vest or maybe a cardigan! You can either go for a well put together smart little guy or a mess of a bookworm (that's like a scale on my head.)

✧Sally and you could be good friends now that i think about it! She loooves to make her friends perform her plays and you're just the perfect helper for that.

(if you use this as a base credit me and tag me so i can see!!)

✧Maybe appear with Frank as well, I think he could borrow books if you have a library or even have a little book club with other neighbors :]

───────────.★..─╮ Eddie x Reader ─..★.───────────╯

✧Oh you appear to help when he's teaching arts and crafts!

✧If you're big into reading, or trying to publish a book or any other sort of thing then you would see Eddie pretty often because he would always have a package or letter for you.

✧He's a bit of a forgetful klutz so you always make sure to help him a little by organizing a calendar for him! Writing down stuff you know for sure he'll forget.

✧Yes it makes him a little bit embarrassed to say the least but he's infinitely grateful of your help.

✧Every single morning in his usual route if he has the time, he always goes past your house to say hello and catch up on what you have been writing! Eddie is interested in the story you have and always listens to it with so much focus, almost as if you were telling him the hottest latest gossip of them all.

(help my poor soul im getting into an art block. eddie someday i will make you justice i promise.)

✧Or maybe you walk with him a little to accompany him. Just a heads up! Be ready to catch him when he inevitably falls because of some marbles julie forgot to pick up, a plastic duck (Barnaby- pick up your trash!) or just because!!

✧But is all worth it at the end of the day. Eddie always has time for you and your rambles. Only problem is he likes everything you write so he's not the best person if you're searching for criticism!

───────────.★..─╮ Wally x Reader ─..★.───────────╯

✧As the most prominent character of the series the plot follows Wally, and that's a way you two end up talking so much for a starters.

✧Any time Wally is staring at his canvas with no idea of what to draw he thinks "Well, they surely will have an idea" and go search for you (that is if you're not already there).

✧Thinking about how many chapters could follow the formula of you and Wally brainstorming ideas for a story, with him drawing what you narrate (and we come back to the storybook sections of the show!)

✧He would ask you "what are you doing today, neighbor?" to which you respond that you are writing about something! He asks what, you respond, he asks for more context of your story and- well now you're infodumping to him telling him all about what you have so far.

✧Oh but he would definitely be the type to draw your characters because "they are a lot of fun".

✧Picturing calm afternoons consisting of the two of you doing parallel play and every so often showing the other your progress <3

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by the end i kinda got into an artblock 😭😭 og plan was to make two rendered drawings, one for wally other for eddit yet it appears i flew too close to the sun. my god.

also this is my first time writing eddie so i'm not sure if i captured him correctly! in any case thank you so much for reading.

#i forgot a chunk of sallys hair AGAIN #also i was going to draw yn correctly #but i just. couldnt??? #so i doom all of you to look like a muppet. apologies #request #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home sally #welcome home eddie #welcome home wally #sally starlet #eddie dear #wally darling

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

Akechi for the character ask thing. If already done Sumire pls

this ask is from *checks date* july 6 2022 and I never did this for either character but honestly i love goro so much that the format barely even works for him and everyone already knows how i feel abt him so i'm just gonna do sumire 1 year late

What I like about them

Her conflict with her sister is sooo compelling and just fucks as a character concept it's so good. The way she erases herself from existence because she wants to be her sister so bad...the way she doesn't want her sister back, she just wants to become her...it's so tasty and angsty and hrghh. And as a foil to Akechi she works soooo well it makes me a 100k+ word fic kind of mentally ill.

What I dislike about them

Her idolization of Akira is never called out by the narrative and it really bothers me because it is literally the exact same problem she had with overly identifying herself with Kasumi but we're supposed to find it cute because it's romantic. There is a version of their relationship that is healthy, and the game wants you to think that's what they have, but that's a little hard to believe when her Metaverse outfit is literally identical to his. I like shusumi and I do think it's cute...but only in theory. Sumire needs to be his equal, and as it stands she just isn't.

Favorite moment

When she goes absolutely apeshit berserk on Akira and Akechi and nearly succeeds in killing them because she wants so desperately to become her sister.

Least favorite moment

Her true awakening to Cendrillion has never and will never sit with me quite right. I don't like that Kasumi is still her Persona. Symbolically, Kasumi is still her mask, and that just doesn't work when her arc is all about finding her own identity? And eventually Sumire realizes that she can be herself while also honoring her sister, but she's just not there in her arc yet. Sumire needs a Persona that is herself before she can have a Persona that is symbolic of the memory of Kasumi living on inside her. I really wish Sumire had gotten her own Persona that wasn't symbolically her sister. She deserves to represent herself and have an identity all her own.

A situation with this character that I want to see explored more

Just...everything with Sumire and Akechi, honestly. God. There is so much potential in the way the two of them contrast each other that goes completely unexplored and it's such a shame. They could be besties (or more) in another life. And...I do get why we don't get sumigoro friendship in canon, because Akechi is barely in a place to talk to Akira during third sem, let alone this girl who reminds him of all his own worst problems, but god. Imagine it. They could be so good.

An interesting AU for this character

I have an AU concept that involves Kasumi more than it does Sumire, but it lives rent free in my mind and I've been looking for a chance to post about it, so. here.

Kasumi fails to save Sumire. She blames herself for her sister's death--it's her job as the eldest to protect her little sister; she ran into that road because of how Kasumi made her feel. She has a mental breakdown over it, becoming suicidal. Kasumi is sent to therapy under Maruki and admits that she's always envied her younger sister. Kasumi loves gymnastics, but lately it's become nothing but pressure and stress, and she can't even enjoy it anymore. Kasumi may be the champion, but that also put so much pressure on her that she never knew quite how to handle. If she doesn't win every meet she doesn't think she'd be able to live with the shame. All she is are the trophies--no one truly values her for herself, and they shouldn't, since she's a failure and a fraud. But unlike Kasumi, as the younger sister, Sumire never had that same pressure to be the very best. Sumire doesn't have the pressure of being the perfect older sister who has it all together.

Kasumi put up a strong front as a defense mechanism, but inwardly struggled to connect and understand Sumire like she should have. And now her sister is dead, because of her. Because she was too stupid to realize how she was hurting her.

She wishes she could be Sumire. Maybe then she could relax and be happy. Maybe then people wouldn't put so much pressure on her to always succeed. Maybe then her sister's death wouldn't be her fault.

And so Maruki actualizes Kasumi to become Sumire.

A crossover

I don't really have a crossover involving Sumire, honestly. I don't do crossovers very often anyhow, I'm more of an AU type person.

OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favorite ship)

I adore akeshusumi so much you guys. One year ago I wouldn't have shipped them but writing a Royal Trio fic changed me in unalterable ways. They are so good. They are so beautiful. I am obsessed with them. I cannot wait for Repaint Your Heart.

Other ships?

Sumitaba is a very close second to Royal Trio, they're such lesbians. And gamer x athlete is extremely cute.

BROTP

Sumire and Ryuji! Actually, Sumire and literally any of the Phantom Thieves, honestly! There's so much untapped friendship potential between her and all of the Thieves I'm so sad she didn't get to spend more time with them during third semester.

NOTP

I don't really have one. At one point this would have been shusumi but I've changed my mind on that ship. Its execution in game is meh but the concept itself could be so great.

An assortment of headcanons!

I'm bad at thinking of headcanons off the top of my head so Imma be an asshole and link you to my Royal Trio fic code violet instead. It has a ton of Sumire headcanons in it. It's an AU where Sumire saves Akechi's life in the engine room that continues through the whole third semester. I'm getting pretty close to finishing it!

#sumire yoshizawa #p5 #sera answers #anon

[veorix]

Chapter 6 - Puppetry

⚠️Tags: scopophobia, hypnotism, mind manipulation, autistic wally darling, romance (in a bad way), friends to lovers, reader is a puppet (...or are they), gender neutral reader, bad ending, descriptions of childhood trauma.

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Day 7:

My nightmares are finally coming back. I had the birthday memory again. It seems to be some sort of core memory from my past, but that’s all I can remember.

It’s strange, though; the more I remember this memory, the more bittersweet it feels for some reason.

Day 8:

I had another nightmare. The figures were yelling at each other, or I think they were. It was hard to really see, as everything was blurred out and dark. The X's on top of their faces don't really help, but I'm pretty sure it was my mother and one of my siblings.

I felt… very overwhelmed. It's strange; in my birthday memory it was bittersweet, like I was happy but at the same time not. In this memory, where everyone was fighting… it was nerve-wracking.

I'm beginning to think my past wasn't a happy one.

Day 13:

This is the further I've gotten, I think. The nightmares are a little less frequent, which helps, but I'm still very tired and having to pretend everything is fine around Wally is even more tiring.

I wish I could just talk to him about this instead. I wish I could rely on him for this. I just want to be able to remember my past, where I come from, and why I moved in Home in the first place.

It’s rather unfortunate, he’s… simply the most, I think. That’s the only way I can describe it. He makes me feel like I'm floating on clouds. I really wouldn’t mind staying there, but I can’t just shake this off… the nightmares won’t stop either way. This cycle will just continue, and I don’t want to be put through that – no matter how much I stupidly adore that man.

You put your pen down, stretch, and take a sip of your coffee. This is how your morning starts now, with you sitting down to write your journal entries as you nurse a cup of coffee.

You were hanging out with Wally today, and fortunately you didn't have any nightmares, because this will be a very busy day.

Sally, Julie and Barnaby are planning a tea party – a real one this time – and both you and Wally were invited.

Tea parties with Sally are a special occasion. Just like when people sometimes play house, everyone has a special role in Sally's tea parties. The role you play is up to you; she likes it when everyone uses their imagination to come up with something, using their creativity to elaborate a somewhat-character to have fun with.

Just for the fun and giggles, you and Wally decided to go as the very annoying couple that shows affection in public every five seconds. You both have decided on matching outfits; very red and heartsy, to emphasize the point.

Everyone, of course, adds their own contribution to the tea party. You decided to bake cup sized strawberry fraisier cakes; they almost looked like elaborate muffins, tall and gorgeous with their whipped cream, strawberries, and daisies on top for decoration.

For your outfit, you decide to wear a crocheted cardigan with a heart pattern, with some simple white shorts and a beret to add a cute accessory. The beret had a heart charm on it, making it a perfect addition for the fit. A couple of cute sneakers, and you were ready to go.

The day goes by in a flash, and soon it’s time for Wally to pick you up. He had insisted on doing so, saying that you two should arrive together to stay in character anyway. And besides, how could you deny him such a sweet gesture? Of course you said yes.

So of course, when you hear a knock on the door, you know it’s Wally. You open the door, eager to see what his outfit looks like, only to be met with–

“Oh my God!” You exclaim. “Your hair!”

Wally smiles at you with his big doe eyed smile, though perhaps he’s blushing a little bit as he sees you for the first time that day. He is wearing a red cardigan, his neckerchief replaced by a bow on his dress shirt, along with some red and orange striped pants. His most striking feature though, was his pompadour: it was now red, and somehow, Wally had managed to turn the tip of it into a heart. Was that red eyeshadow on his eyelids?

He laughs at your surprise, finding your reaction amusing, but quickly reassures you:

“It’s only a temporary dye, so my hair will be back to blue when I wash it off. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity… It seemed fun.”

You can only gape at him for a few more seconds. To think he would go to such lengths for a costume… and besides…

“You look gorgeous,” your mouth blurts out on its own, and you quickly put a hand on top of it, looking away. From the corner of your eye, you see Wally’s eyelids widening, a blush firmly coating his cheeks. He laughs monotonously.

“Thank you, but I think you look the most, darling.”

Ah, yes. You forgot you were dating this man for a moment.

Your blush worsens, and you can’t help but hide behind your hands. Wally’s monotonous laughter rings again, and he gently takes one of them so he can see your face.

“Oh, don’t hide! We have a tea party to go to!”

You giggle a little bit, the embarrassment fading away as you take your hands away from your face. Excusing yourself for a moment, you go grab the basket where you put your strawberry cakes on, and then you’re ready to go.

Wally peers at the basket curiously, but you say it’s a surprise. He says, playfully, that it’s not fair – the red velvet cake he brings to the party is full on display, but you just innocently bat your eyelashes and say it’s not your fault he wasn’t a little more secretive about it.

On the walk home, you two decide on a few lines you could deliver while play-acting, and some behavior that you both could display. Wally suggests holding hands as much as you both can, while also doing some doe eyed staring. You suppose that won’t be too hard at all – you do have a tendency of staring at Wally as he speaks or does the most mundane tasks, so it won’t be a problem for you.

Now that you both are dating, you wonder if it’s the same for Wally. Butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

You on the other hand suggest sometimes leaning on each other, maybe even whispering things between you and giggling, though you ended up interrupting yourself in mid thought. “We should dance on the table!”

“What?”

“We should dance on the table!”

Wally gives you another laugh, looking at you like you were someone very silly. Maybe you were, but that’s not what this was about!

“Silly, silly darling of mine. How could we dance on the table? There’s going to be things in the way. Cakes, teacups, plates…”

“We’ve danced semi-complicated routines before, you’re going to let food stop you?” He looks surprised at the question.

“Well, it would be rude to step into someone’s food.” “This is Sally’s tea party, you cannot be saying that when there have been numerous food fights in the past!”

Wally paused, seeming to think for a moment. “Hm.”

You pout, but you suppose Wally looks at least semi convinced. Maybe you can do the rest of the convincing at the tea party.

By that point you reached Sally’s house. You knock on the door and she absolutely squeals at you both, then remembers she has a character to play, and pauses to look at the two of you sternly.

"You're a bit late, aren't you?" She scoffs. What Sally's wearing makes you giggle internally – the dress she's wearing is so puffy and pompous, it takes at least three people's space. She’s also wearing a puffy scarf-like cloth on her neck, making her character look ostentatious. The round hat on her neck was a delicate accessory. It was clear Sally's character was someone meant to belong to some sort of aristocracy.

"We're so very sorry," says Wally with a bow. You bow with him. "We were talking on our walk, and time just flew by."

Sally scoffs once more, but steps aside to let you both in. Even though she was acting, it was clear to you she wanted nothing more than to jump and squeal, unbound energy hidden in her body.

Everyone has already arrived at the tea party. Julie is dressed like a witch – she brought potions (juices of different flavors) for everyone to drink, which seemingly had different effects. Barnaby, hilariously, came as an old grandma. He brought a pie that looked suspiciously very like a pie clowns throw at people's faces.

You can already tell this meeting will be chaotic, and grin internally. Maybe you and Wally will get to dance on the table after all.

Both you and him take a seat, together of course, and put your goods on the table. Wally smiles at your strawberry fraisier cakes, giving you a mwah! on the cheek and telling you they look very cute. You hide your smile behind one of your hands and giggle.

"Ah, young love," Barnaby sighs dreamily. "I remember being in love when I was as young as you two!"

Julie squeals in delight, clapping, and Sally rolls her eyes.

"You both should be taught some public decency!"

You gasp dramatically, hugging Wally and giving him a mwah! on his cheek.

"Society and its rules will never be able to dampen and hide our love!" You declare. Wally looks very red. You smirk in delight.

Sally puts a hand on her chest and gasps, giving a sermon to everyone present about how public decency works and why it's so important and should be maintained.

You on the other hand roll your eyes, saying such things are outdated and frankly boring, and how you and Wally's love isn't hurting anyone. Sally gasps again, looking more than offended, and keeps arguing in favor of societal norms.

“It’s not my fault you’re just jealous!” “Jealous of what? Of your cavity inducing public display? At least I’m refined enough to know what the definition of discretion is!” “Discretion? More like… disappointment!”  Sally then looks puzzled, giving you a look.

“Disappointment in what?”

“Disappointment that you’ll never experience the type of love me and my hubby do!” To emphasize this point, you hug Wally close to you – or rather, you hug his head, stuffing his face in your chest, trying to sell the “clingy” aspect of your character. Wally goes limp in your arms. Everyone gasps, Barnaby putting both hands on his mouth to not break character and burst out laughing. Julie is quietly sipping on her tea as she watches everything unfold. Sally stands up from her seat, practically fuming.

“I can get suitors just fine, thank you very much!”

“Oh, really? Why are you all alone then?” “I’m not an insufferable youngster with a codependency issue!”

You gasp this time, standing up from your seat to glare at the aristocrat. Wally made a disappointed noise.

"How dare you call our love a codependency issue! You're just sad and pathetic and all alone with your rules and nothing more!"

Sally gapes at you, and at this point, she cannot be contained any longer. A food war starts.

It's almost always her who starts them, and today is no exception. She grabs a piece of the cake Wally made, and throws it at your head. Laughing, you grab one of your strawberry cakes and launch it towards Sally's head, the whipped cream exploding all over her face.

Then everyone joins eventually, Julie because one of your throws misses (oops!) Barnaby because he's Barnaby and he wanted to throw his pie at someone, the someone being Wally. 

You saw the beagle ready his aim at your unsuspecting boyfriend, and thought quickly to shield him from the attack – as it would be a shame to ruin his cute hair-do with pie. When it struck the side of your head, you sputtered, laughing for a moment before falling over. You clenched where your heart was, gasping. “Oh! This might be the end for me!” You exclaim, dramatically putting one hand on your messy forehead and arching your back.

"My love!" Wally exclaims, crouching beside you and holding you in his arms.

Julie runs to your side, Sally approaches slowly, and Barnaby takes his hands to his head in play-horror.

“No, my love! Stay with me!” Wally faked a cry, which wasn’t really much of a cry at all. He tried his best, though. “I-i’m sorry… I’ve been… pied…” Sally and Barnaby pulled out handkerchiefs to weep into. “No! This can’t be the end! We… we’re soulmates!” You tiredly smiled up at him, before caressing his cheek. Then, without missing another beat, you go limp in his arms.

(Of course, you included the “blegh” sound to indicate you were dead.)

“NO!!!”

…

And then everyone breaks character and bursts out laughing, filling the room with giggles. 

You all clean up a little bit before continuing to eat whatever's left of the food, sipping tea and laughing as you talk; sometimes in character, sometimes not.

Eventually the time comes for everyone to say goodbye, so you quickly help Sally clean all of the mess everyone made, and then excuse yourselves out of her home. Sally bids everyone goodbye with the biggest of smiles.

"That was fun," you say as Wally walks you home. "But I'm still a bit disappointed we didn't get to dance on the table."

Wally gives you a monotonous laugh.

"We can dance right now!”

This time you laugh, and let Wally lead you to a slow waltz. Both of you are absolutely covered in cake, dancing in the middle of the road on a sunny afternoon. It's a goofy image, yet you can’t help but smile dumbly as Wally holds you close.

"I should escort you Home this time," you say. Wally raises his eyelids.

"You want to escort me Home?"

"Of course I do!"

"Alright then," Wally nods. "If you wish. I’m sure Home would love to see you again.”

You smile at that. You haven't seen Home in a while.

Both of you twirl around some more, Wally leaning his forehead against yours, leading you in a soft and gentle pace. Eventually you part, Wally laughing in his own silly way, clearly delighted.

You can’t help but giggle a little bit with him. He just looks so happy.

When you reach Home, he puffs on his chimney and lets a few bang, bang, bangs! , excited to see you again.

"Hi Home," you greet with a wave. "I've brought Wally safe and sound."

Home's eyes turn smiley, and he opens his door to beckon Wally inside. Smiling, you two nuzzle on each other's faces with a mwah! It felt a little sticky.

Wally waves goodbye, cake and sweets on him everywhere, and his dopey smile in the sunset makes your heart clench. You love this man so much.

“Creaaak.”

“Oh, I know, Home. I won’t get your carpet stained, I promise.”

Laughing, you bid your final goodbyes to Wally and Home, promising him you'll visit again soon. Home puffs on his chimney a little more at that.

* * * * * *

Someone is shouting at you.

You think it’s your mom, given the cardigan, but the big X on her face still makes it hard to tell. Everything seems to be extra dark in this memory, like there’s even more layers of black paint added to it. The X on top of your mother’s face is also extra scribbly.

She is pointing at you with her finger, stabbing it in the air aggressively towards you, wildly moving her arms and gesticulating at… something you’re holding?

Yes, you’re holding something. You’re hugging it very tightly. It’s very clearly dear to you – a plushie, you realize. It was from a show you liked a lot, you owned a lot of things from it, mostly plushies. But this one was your favorite: it was from a very purple character, with sleepy eyes and a lazy smile. They liked to sleep a lot in the show, so naturally this is the plush you slept with back then. It always gave you sweet dreams.

You realize your mom wants to take it away from you.

You hold it tighter, taking it away from your mother’s grasp as she tries to reach for it, and she’s yelling some more. You can’t quite tell what she’s saying; everything is just so blurry here, even the sounds of your memory are more distorted than normal.

And then your mother raises her hand, and slaps your cheek.

You jolt awake, sweating. Your heart is pounding wildly. Warily, you raise a hand to touch the cheek that your mother slapped in the dream.

It’s become more and more obvious that your past wasn’t the best. Yet still, you’d like to remember it; you don’t like being oblivious to what happened, you don’t like not remembering anything beyond the neighborhood and its friendliness. It’s like you’re missing a part of yourself, a piece that makes you fundamentally you.

Sighing, you replay the memory in your head for a bit, before reaching for your notebook and adding a new entry. This one had been the most unpleasant so far, along with the one where one of your siblings fights with your mother.

The moon is high in the sky, surrounded by stars, but you’re too agitated to go back to sleep. Maybe a walk can help you calm your frayed nerves.

You decide to do that, putting some shoes on and going out. The chilly air is something you welcome, helping your body cool off and slowing your overworking brain. You look at the woods surrounding the neighborhood.

How far does the forest go, anyway?

Humming, you decide to find out for yourself. You take a turn, entering the woods, and as you walk you get lost in your thoughts. The dream won’t leave your head. You were little, you were pretty sure you were little in that dream. Your mother had seemed so mad at you, mad enough that she wanted to take your precious plushie away. You wonder why that was.

Maybe you had been naughty? Still, why would she want to take your plushie away for that? There’s other forms of punishment. And besides, why would she hit you anyway? That’s uncalled for. You frown. You wish your memories were happy instead of bittersweet at best.

And then you snap back into focus, and you can’t make sense of what you see.

Because you’re standing on one of the roads that leads to Home instead of the woods, which you had been in seconds ago.

Blinking, you try to process what just happened. Maybe you walked back to Home unconsciously while you were lost in thoughts? That could explain it. But you swore you were walking in a straight line…

Well, no matter, you’ll just go into the woods again. Shrugging, you make a turn and go into the forest again, making sure you don’t get lost in your thoughts this time. That way you won’t make the same mistake of walking back anymore.

You think you see someone from the corner of your eye all of the sudden, a familiar strike of blue hair flashing in the very edge of your vision, but when you turn to look at it, it’s gone.

Frowning, you turn around and keep walking forwards, but you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you. You take a few more steps before it’s too much, and you have to turn back around to make sure nobody is behind you.

Yes, there’s truly no one there. How odd. You turn back around–

And you’re standing in the middle of a road again.

This doesn’t make any sense. You begin to sweat a little. You swear you were walking in a straight line this time.

What was that blue? Was it Wally?

Dread begins to settle into your stomach. This was all so confusing. What did he exactly get out of from toying with you like this? Even if his intentions weren’t malicious, all it was doing was scaring you in the end, was it not?

“Wally?” You call as you look around. No one answers.

Maybe you were just imagining things. You shudder, thinking of what to do in this situation. You should go home.

Yes… yes, maybe you should just go home. You’re getting nothing out of this, after all, and you were beginning to get a little tired anyway.

As you make your way back to your house, you frown. Why did you want to go beyond the forest anyway? What a silly thing to want to do. What would you even gain from it? What a silly thing to want to do.

Yes, this whole little trip you had was just unnecessary. You should just lay in bed and rest now.

When you get home, you do just that.

* * * * * *

It takes a bit for you to figure out that you were influenced that night. Somehow, someone managed to enter your thoughts and convince you to just go back home and sleep instead of getting through the woods.

Your bets, sadly, were on Wally.

You could swear you had seen him that night from the corner of your eye, and you wonder how much power you submitted back when he made you feel all blissful,  that one day he admitted to erasing your memories for the first time.

So, Wally Darling not only had the power of erasing your memories, he could also possibly have the power to influence them. You write that down in your journal.

An idea pops into your head then, curiosity perhaps taking the best of you.

What if you tried to leave Home?

You wanted to know about your past, you wanted to know what truly happened. Staying in Home was getting you nowhere so far. It only served for Wally to keep you close and in check, for some reason erasing your memories when he realized you found out about your past. So why not leave?

You thought about your journal entry, and about your recorded instance of trying to confront him. Would it hurt to try again? You sit there, letting your thoughts silence themselves to think rationally. You could record your plans, and if they go awry, then you’ll definitely try to leave. All you had to do was make sure to write the details down…

Yes, you should talk to him once again. Just to make sure.

Day 32:

I’ve noticed I was manipulated a few nights ago when I went for a walk after the nightmare of my mother hitting me took place. I think it was Wally. I couldn’t leave the forest for some reason, always ending on a road back to Home, and I swore I saw a flash of blue hair that night.

It made me think of trying to leave Home to find more about my past. Staying here isn’t getting me anywhere. But before I do that, I want to talk to Wally once more. I’ll go do that this afternoon.

If I end up forgetting my memories and the cycle repeats itself, I’ll try to leave again without telling him anything.

You nod. That should be good enough, you suppose, putting your notebook back under the mattress. It should be good enough for if you lose your memories again. You’ve documented everything with as much detail as possible.

Suddenly you’re nervous. You really, truly want to believe Wally is doing this for your best interest, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong. You can’t shake the feeling something will happen to you if you talk to him.

Oh, no matter. You have everything written down. If worse comes to worse, you’ll just have to start over, but you won’t have to do it from a blank start.

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, and set your way to Home.

When you reach it, Home seems happy to see you, his eyes zeroing on you as he lets some puffs of smoke out of its chimney. You giggle.

“Hi Home,” you wave. It shuts and opens his windows in a greeting. That must call Wally’s attention, because after a moment, he’s looking out of the window to see what caused such a commotion. He smiles at you tenderly.

You can’t help but smile back, but your nerves return, so it’s a little wobbly.

“Darling,” Wally greets as he opens the door. “I didn’t know you were coming today. Come inside.”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something…”

Wally peers at you curiously as you enter Home. You two have a seat at his table. He brings apple juice, but you can’t make yourself drink it out of nerves.

Maybe you’re just being stupid and making a big deal out of this, you tell yourself. This is Wally. He loves you. You have nothing to fear.

With that in mind, you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

“I took a walk in the woods a few nights ago,” you begin, “but something strange happened. I kept ending up on a road that led here, for some reason, but that didn’t make sense because I was walking in a straight line. And then, out of nowhere, I had the sudden idea to just go back home and sleep instead of finding out what was happening. Wally…”

You look at the man you love in the eyes.

“Was that you?”

He is silent for a moment, looking at his glass and sometimes sipping on it with his eyes. They dilate when he does that. After a long, long while, he finally looks at you.

“Yes.”

Your heart sinks.

“Why did you do that, Wally?”

“You would have gotten lost.”

You deadpan at him. You cannot believe he’s trying to play that card.

“No I wouldn’t have. You know it. Why, Wally?”

His eyes expand, just a little bit. You hoped he wasn’t going to do what you thought he was going to do.

“It was the middle of the night. You should have been resting.”

Your nerves begin to turn into anger. Under the table, your hands curl into fists.

“Quit that, Wally. What are you not telling me?”

“It’s true, your nightmares barely let you rest as it is.”

What?

“I never mentioned that.”

Wally looks like he realized he’s messed up. He had caught himself off guard, his eyes snapping back to normal.

Finally.

“Please, Wally. What are you hiding from me?”

Wally stared at you, you stared right back at him. As if you had something to prove, and you did. You were not going to let him puppet you around, no matter if you loved him or not.

Silence engulfs the both of you for a long time.

“Well?” You push.

Wally looks away from you. He fiddles with the sleeves of his cardigan for a moment, something you’ve never seen him do.

“You can’t leave.”

That’s not quite what you were expecting.

“What?”

“You can’t leave.” He repeats, an underlying desperate tone in his voice. You weren’t expecting that either.

“I’m not trying to leave, Wally.”

But Wally shakes his head, looking nervous. 

“All roads lead to Home.”

You frown. Now he was acting all cryptic. It’s beginning to scare you a little bit.

“What do you mean, Wally?”

“They do.”

Silence, for a little while. You mull on Wally’s words, trying to figure out what they mean. Does this mean…? No. He’s not trying to say you’re trapped here, is he?

“You walked in a straight line and in circles. You would have been there for hours if I did not send you back Home.”

Your fists clenched tighter.

“Maybe I wanted to walk for hours. Maybe I didn’t want to go back home that night. Maybe I just needed a walk.”

Wally looks to the side.

You shouldn’t worry about such silly things.

Huh, maybe you shouldn’t. You were kind of getting worked up over nothing. You were–

Being manipulated by Wally Darling again.

Your anger explodes a little bit. You stand up abruptly.

“Wally!”

At least he looks sheepish now.

“I don’t understand.”

“I don't understand either!”

“Why do you want to leave me?” “I...”

Pity takes over your anger. Wally looks miserable again, like that day where he told you he was just trying to help. He looks a little desperate, so convinced you’re trying to leave him, and your heartstrings pull at the sight.

“Oh Wally… I’m not trying to do that,” you try to reassure. Wally looks a little less nervous.

“Then why do you keep trying to leave?”

Keep trying, he said. Maybe you’ve tried this multiple times, then. You wish you could write this down immediately.

“I just… Would like to remember my past, that's all.”

And then Wally’s expression changes drastically, so drastically you’re a little scared.

You’ve never seen him look angry before. You’ve never truly seen his smile fall. You’ve never seen him frown, ever, in the time you’ve been in Home.

But you do now, and it’s a scary thing.

“No.”

That’s all he says. For a moment, you’re confused.

“What do you mean no?” He stands up at this, and you feel your nerves spike. Though, the only thing he does is look at you.

“I mean no. They’re rotten.”

You gape.

“You can’t just make me forget all of my past because it’s rotten, Wally!”

“You were rotting too!”

You’re stunned into silence, as Wally starts pacing around the room. He looks more than restless. Suddenly, he walks up to you and grabs you by the shoulders, a desperate look in his eyes.

“You were rotting. I had to remove them so it would stop.”

So it was him who made you forget your memories, too. For some reason, the thought hurts.

“You can’t just do that, Wally,” you whisper.

He looks even more mad, the nerve of him. And suddenly your anger and indignation is back.

“Wally. They were mine! You can’t just take them from me!”

And then the anger in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a twinge of guilt for a solid three seconds. But then he shakes his head, stubborn, and grasps at your shoulders more tightly.

“It was necessary,” he insists. Your eyes begin to sting.

“It was not!” Wally opens his mouth to speak again, but you interrupt. “You took a part of my being away from me!”

He pauses, then speaks softly this time.

“You were miserable.” You hesitate, “You looked so… sad. All the time. I just wanted to help…” He looked sheepish before continuing, “You looked so much happier, without all the mold.”

This time, your eyes water.

“There are other ways of taking it away.”

But Wally shakes his head again, like you don’t understand what he’s trying to say. His smile returned, though it was more sad than anything.

“I tried. I really did. But your smile… it just wasn’t the same.”

The same? What did Wally mean? Did… did Wally know you before you moved in?

“Wally,” you begin, but his irises are growing and your tongue feels heavy.

No…

“Shhhh,” Wally soothes, cupping your cheek and caressing it. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“Wally,” you say again. “Please.”

“It’ll be just fine, my darling.”

Your ears begin to ring, and everything around you loses its color slowly. And there it is, the sensation of losing balance and never recovering it, unable to move.

Your eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, and they eventually roll down your cheeks. You want Wally to stop. He still cups your jaw, looking pained as he wipes your tears away, grasping at both of your shoulders at the same time.

“It’ll be fine,” Wally tries to soothe. You don’t know if he’s talking to you or to himself. “I promise.”

Your ears ring louder, and you can only watch Wally’s sad eyes grow larger and larger. You think you could drown in them, his very soul, the core of his being.

The ringing is unbearably loud, and all you can see is black, black, black and those big eyes staring at you.

* * * * * *

It takes you a few weeks to find out about everything again. You have a nightmare again, giving you a strange sense of déjà vu, so you searched everywhere around your house for something</i>; you felt like you had something to find and it made you restless. Eventually, you find your journal under the mattress and you read the entries all over again.

You cry. You feel betrayed all over again, because you’re sure, you’re certain that this time you had explained Wally everything, and Wally only confirmed your fears. You wish you could’ve written down the conversation with him somehow, but memories always come back to you eventually when you start writing your journal entries, so hopefully you’ll remember what he had to say.

And it better be a good excuse, you think as you wipe your tears away furiously. Because you’re starting to get a little fed up.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up from the floor and dust yourself off, heading to the table to write a new entry in your journal.

“Day 1:

The talk did not go well. Wally erased my memories again. I think a few weeks have passed since then, but I cannot be sure. If I ever remember what happened during that conversation, I’ll be sure to write it down immediately.

I’m going to try to leave home today. Hopefully I don’t bump into him again. Last time I tried to go away from Home even the slightest bit, he manipulated me into just killing my curiosity and going back to sleep. I wonder if the way out of Home is through the woods. I’ll try that first.”

Nodding, you put your pencil down and hide your notebook under the mattress again. You get ready for today; after all, you have this feeling that you’ll be in the woods for a long time, so you’ll have to dress accordingly.

Once you have comfortable but sturdy clothes on, you nod to yourself once again and take a deep breath before coming out of your house. For some reason, something compels you to look at your surroundings, just in case you catch a familiar strike of blue.

But you see nothing, so you hurry towards the woods; not through the main road this time, but going straight into the tall colorful trees from one of the curved paths.

You walk in a straight line for what you think is hours, and it’s because you’ve been paying attention to the smallest of details that you notice you haven’t been going in a straight line at all. It’s like all of the sudden you jump from one place to another, like this is a huge maze that keeps putting you back in the beginning of the woods.

You notice it’s the beginning of the woods again whenever there’s a tall, old crooked blue tree to your left. Whenever you look back when you’re there, you can see the roofs of the neighborhood through the trees. Again and again, you swear that you were walking in a straight line, yet you always end up here.

So maybe walking in a straight line isn’t the answer.

And through curves and little clues, you manage to form a pattern in your head.

The old crooked blue tree is the beginning of the forest. You have to turn left from there. There’s a tall, voluminous yellow tree in the middle of the path where you should turn right to keep going forwards. Then there’s a thin red tree where you just have to keep going forwards, until you encounter another blue tree and you have to turn to the right.

Clues like that lead you to new places, but whenever you make a wrong turn, you’re back at the beginning of the woods. You notice that as you keep going forwards, the colors of the nature surrounding you get duller somehow, like they’ve lost saturation. The grass keeps growing taller and taller, and for some reason the trees begin to change color; they go from vibrant yellows, oranges and blues to dark greens of various shades.

You think you can see the end of the woods by some point, though judging by what little you can see of the sky, it’s the afternoon now. Come on, you think as you walk through grass that is almost as tall as you, just a little more now. Just a little more and you–

Wrong direction to take. You’re back at the beginning of the woods, with their vibrant colors and rounded shapes. Panting, you put your hands on your knees and breathe for a moment.

Dang it. You were so close.

Sitting up, you were mentally going through all the curves and paths you have to take when a familiar ring in your ear makes your heart drop. You feel the look of someone’s eyes boring into your back, and you realize that you’ve screwed up. You turn around to look at him and try to properly explain–

But locking eyes with Wally Darling is a mistake. The world immediately loses its color, and your tongue is too heavy for you to even try to swallow. You lose your balance, but you can’t make yourself look away from him.

He looks a little mad. His usually dopey smile is nowhere to be seen, his mouth a flat line instead, and there’s no droopy eyelids making his eyes go soft. He is just staring at you, not saying anything, and yet he looks mad at you.

You try to open your mouth to explain, but you can’t articulate any words. It seems Wally wants none of your excuses.

The ringing is getting louder and louder, your body heavier and heavier, so much that your knees feel like they’re about to give. They tremble, because of your weakness and because of your fear, because Wally looks mad right now. Your eyelids are getting heavy. You blink–

And you’re met with… a worried Julie?

What?

“Neighbor?” She asks, waving a hand in front of your face. You almost dropped your sandwich. Since when were you holding a sandwich?

What even happened? Where were you? You were just in the forest a second ago, and yet…

Blinking out of your stupor, you look around. You were sitting on a picnic mat, along with Frank, Barnaby, Sally and Julie. All of you are looking at you with concern in their eyes. Wally is leaning on a tree as he sits down near all of you.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye, arms crossed, then looks away.

“Neighbor, are you alright?” Julie insists, and you realized you haven’t replied to her at all.

“O-oh, yes, I’m alright.”

Everyone frowns the tiniest bit, but they continue to eat and talk with one another. Except for Julie. She stands up and beckons you to the side. You stand up and follow her.

“What’s been going on?” Julie asks. She looks so worried, an uncharacteristic frown plastered on her face as she looks at you.

“What… what do you mean?” You ask back, because frankly you’re just confused as to what just happened.

“You’ve been acting strange these days. You’re always so absentminded, and you barely talk to anyone… you rarely make any expressions at all. Did something happen between you and Wally?”

You look at Wally’s direction. He’s looking at you, his smile almost gone.

“I think so,” you reply. Julie looks sad.

“Can I help at all?”

You smile at your friend fondly, but shake your head.

“I think I’ve got it,” you try to reassure. Julie doesn’t look pleased, but nods anyway.

“I hope you two can work it out.”

You look at Wally again. He’s talking to Barnaby, who is likely making a joke, because everyone around him laughs all of the sudden. When Wally spots you looking at him, his smile drops a little.

“I hope so too.”

Silence engulfs you both, and after a moment Julie gestures to you to go back to the picnic. But you have one more question to ask.

“Wait. Julie?”

She turns around to look at you, curious.

“How long have I been acting like this?”

Julie looks puzzled, like you should maybe know the answer to your own question. Still, she seems to pick on the urgency of your voice, so she replies.

“Three days. One day you disappeared to go on a walk in the forest, according to Wally, and then the next day you were acting all weird…”

You nod and thank her, excusing yourself for a moment and telling her you’ll be right back for the picnic.

Three days. You’ve been under Wally Darling’s control for three days.

Anger, sadness, a bit of heartache. It was all that bombarded your senses as you stood by a tree to cool off from the overwhelming dread you felt in the pit of your stomach.

Three days.

Three days of acting like a zombie, three days practically trapped in your own body. Three days. All you had done was blink. You blink again, heat blooming in your face, and realize you couldn’t do this anymore.

It was hard to resist the sob that escaped your throat. When it did, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You were not very far from the others, you would hate to cause a scene.

You retreat behind the tree, trying to calm yourself down. Was it hopeless? Were you truly stuck here just to be running around in circles? Running around in circles with Wally taunting you with a carrot on a stick.

Another choked sob leaves your throat, and you put both hands on your mouth this time. Shutting your eyes tightly, you tried to refuse any tears from flowing down your cheeks.

But Wally seems to notice.

Everything’s just fine. It’ll all be okay.

And for a moment you believe those words and begin to calm down, only to notice what it truly was. A manipulation, an external thought implanted in your brain to try to steer your thoughts away from the problem. Still behind the tree, you look in his direction.

Stop! You mentally yell at him, and you’re pleased to see Wally jolting on the spot.

Standing up from the tree, you turn around to face the picnic, looking at him with hurt in your eyes.

How could you do this to me?

You think that question internally, with all of your might, and you see Wally’s shoulders drop. Good. He should feel bad about it.

Suddenly you’re mad. You’re mad at this confusing man who thinks he can make it all better just by deleting memories, by taking pieces of yourself away from you.

You turn around and stomp away. You’ve had enough. You think you can see Julie looking at him questioningly, but you don’t have enough in you to care.

Practically running to your house, you can’t stop the tears from falling this time. You wipe at them furiously, and enter your home, slamming the door shut.

What are you going to do now?

#welcome home fic #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #no use of y/n #gender neutral reader #self insert #x reader

[invisibleraven]

Peterpatterlina + 10, crossover, bonus points if the crossover is with one of your earliest fandoms. Plz and thank you!

After Julie lost her mom, music died with her, and thus while everyone tried to encourage her to go back to it, none of them could make it feel right again. Then they suggested finding a new hobby; painting, sports, geocaching, but nothing seemed to be the correct fit for her.

But then again, Julie didn't think any of them would have suggested her becoming a magical girl from space whose job it was to save the world from a dark universe either.

Look, the talking cat was weird enough, but then being told that she was a princess from some weird moon society took the cake. One who had lived for eons on the moon, only to have her memories erased, and everything and everyone moved here when the threat grew too great. "But-my parents!"

"Your father was of Earth," the cat-Luna she said her name was-explained. "Your mother the moon. The NegaVerse were the ones to make her sick."

Julie ran a hand over her face. "You're telling me that some big bads from some weird other world gave my mom cancer?"

"In a sense," Luna replied. "It appeared as cancer to the doctors here, but NegaVerse magic is hard to detect, even with our advanced technology. You are the only one of our kind left on this planet, so it is up to you to avenge our queen and reclaim the throne."

"This is like, way too much for me," Julie replied, and attempted to sleep.

Only, apparently magical moon princesses don't get to have a full night's sleep. They get weird transformation sequences that put her in admittedly cute outfits. They get weird weapons that look like every day objects and fighting skills that they definitely didn't have before.

They get told their friends are also space royalty, so she has back up to fight the constant stream of baddies that seem to pop up every week with their convoluted plans to destroy the Earth or whatever target they have this time. Flynn (or Jupiter, she's supposed to call her) has wicked aim with her lightning, Carrie, from Mars (which explains so much honestly) controls flames. Kayla is from Mercury, and while it seems like bubbles would be a lame weapon, they are also made of ice, and thus, hurt like hell. Meena, a new girl makes up their group as the Venus princess with a whip made up of light.

Luna assures her the rest of the solar system's royalty are out there, but for now, they have yet to reveal themselves. So the five of them will have to be enough.

What no one tells Julie is that now that she's accepted this power, memories of her time on the moon would come rushing back. Of strolling through the gardens with her mother, learning diplomacy. Playing and training with the other girls, though those she had yet to meet had their faces blurred.

And of two princes who offered her dahlias.

She can't picture them, not fully, but she can see flashes. A crooked grin and eyes that mimic sea glass. A pair of strong arms and warm hazel eyes like a topaz. Voices that compliment hers as they sung together, songs that stuck with her long after she woke. Some she writes down and keep in her dream box. Others she just... keeps in her heart.

Only during one fight, she swears she can hear the music from her last dream playing in the distance. She searches for it frantically, almost getting sideswiped by a goon, her friends stepping in at the last moment.

"Get your head in the game Moon!" Carrie hisses, and Julie nods, stepping up. She can't afford to be distracted, not with the fate of the world held in the balance.

They win, of course, they always do. The goons are poor fighters, and now that Julie knows they are but shadow constructs, she holds back her punches less. This of course, doesn't stop them from making a mess of things.

No one tells you being a magical girl also means concealing your presence on the planet, and thus cleaning up any evidence of your existence. "We don't do it for fame," Meena said. "We do it because it's right."

"Plus the Terrans would panic if they knew of the NegaVerse," Kayla said, scrunching up her nose as she dumps yet another pile of shadow goo into a dumpster.

"I doubt any other princesses have to do this much menial labour though," Carrie concedes.

The next fight, Julie hears the music again, but it seems that this time, she's not alone. Even the goons look, and that's when something slices through the arm of one, making it leak goo.

And there, standing up in a small crack in the pavement, it a dahlia.

Julie's eyes fly to the direction it came from, but then another comes from somewhere else, a red one this time, not blue, taking out another goon. The girls seem happy enough for the assist and start taking out the rest, but Julie is still looking for whomever came to their aid.

She sees them then, two figures in suits and capes, their faces masked. She makes chase, but they always stay one step ahead. "Please wait!" she called. But they kept going.

Finally in a fit of desperation, Julie starts to sing, the song that features in almost all of her dreams involving these two. "Moonbeam capture me, starlight illuminate me. But your love shines brightest of all."

"Galaxies pale in comparison to you," one voice continues. "Your smile as warm as the sun."

"No matter how far I roam, the other man sings. "Your arms will always be my home."

"It's you," Julie cries. "Please, I need to know who you are."

They approach then, and one approaches, peeling off his domino mask, revealing those bright green eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles that rivals the stars in the sky. "Do you truly not remember us?"

The other man pulls off his mask, warm topaz and an impish grin that makes a small dimple stand out. "You remembered our song well enough."

"I've... heard in a dream. So many dreams," Julie confressed. "But I only got glimpses of you. No real memories, nothing solid. The music was the strongest."

"Unsurprising," the first man said. "For it was music that brought us together the first time, when we performed for you at a party then you spent the rest of it improving the song."

Julie flushed at that, but it did seem like something she would do.

"And it was that song we used to woo you with no long after," the second man said, taking a step closer. "You belong with us Julie. Our hearts are yours, no matter how long it takes to remember."

"That might never happened," she whispered, trembling as they took her hands, pressing kisses to her knuckles.

"We have forever, what's a little waiting?"

With that, they disappeared, and Julie was left alone, a purple dahlia in her hands, with red and blue dahlias wound around it.

~

They didn't appear at every fight, her mystery princes, but the memories seemed crisper now, and easier now that she could visualize their faces. Picnics at lakes, riding horses, dancing at balls.

A diamond ring slid onto her finger that made her wake up crying.

Yet their names never came, and her princes always disappeared when she asked, and she assumed that they hoped she would remember, and ask to be theirs once more.

But romance had to take a back seat to world saving. Especially when the baddies went for those she cared for.

One midling lieutenant named Willie came calling at her school, not that she knew his allegiances then. Only that he made her best friend Alex blush and stammer. After some much suffering after he came out to his parents, eventually coming to live with Julie's aunt, she was just happy to see him smile once more.

Less so when the next time she had to fight, there was Willie commanding the goons, looking malicious and not at all repetent. Perhaps because he did not recognize her beneath her magical girl persona, but she became furious at the thought of him fooling Alex when his intent was obviously evil.

She struck at him with all her might, the girls all backing her up by taking on the goons. Willie seemed surprised, but held his own in the fight, his sneer almost mocking as he met her every strike and blow.

"Poor little princess not used to not having the upper hand for once?" he sneered.

But then Julie noticed that his eyes were glazed over, unfocused. That he had a glowing purple stamp on his hand, and his voice was.. off. "You're possessed."

Willie stood taller at that, looking at her. "So she figured it out. Of course he is. Useless peon was supposed to take you down, not flirt with cute boys. Can't find good work these days."

With that the purple glow faded, and Willie's eyes rolled back in his head as he fell, Julie trying to catch him. He looked up at her, weak, and obviously fading as the power of the NegaVerse leaked from his form. "Hi Jules," he coughed. "I'm so sorry."

"Ssh, not your fault," she assured him, trying to push her own light magic into him, knowing it might not work.

"Tell Alex... lie to him, just don't tell him the truth please."

"I will."

"I would have left for him. Followed him wherever he wanted to go," Willie confessed. His eyes closed at that, but Julie could still feel his weak pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hopefully you still can," she whispered.

~

The fights got harder from there. Less goons, more underlings. Some possesed, most not, as they believed in the cause of evil. Julie became a master of first aid. Of covering up her activities from her family, not wanting them to get involved. Their memories hadn't come back when hers did, and she didn't want them to relive having their lives so ripped from them when they were happy enough now.

And her princes stopped coming.

Then... Caleb appeared.

The leader of the NegaVerse himself, all smirking smiles and ice blue eyes. "I think I have something of yours," he said.

Then her princes were there, glowing marks, unfocused eyes. Julie gasped, shaking her head.

"Give yourself up princess, lest you have to defeat them. And your little magic won't save them like they did my last peon. I made sure of that." He smiles, though his teeth are sharp and pointed, like a shark. "Of course, if you want to free them, all you have to do is remember their names."

With that he disappears, though Julie is sure it isn't too far, so he can watch, and gloat. Her princes charge at her, swiping and punching, and at first she tries to evade them, go on the defensive. But she can only hold them back for so long before a hit lands, winding her. Then another, making her vision double.

She flips backwards, gaining her breath hidden in the darkness, and she doesn't know what to do. Why won't her brain supply their names? A hint even? Yet her stubborn cranium refused to cooperate.

The fight keeps going, and though her girls try to help she tells them to stay back. This is her fight, and she doesn't want anyone she cares about hurt. Yet she's tired, bruised, and her heart is in shatters as she tries to find any other solution. The princes are faring a little better, as Caleb's darkness keeps the exhaustion at bay, but even he must have a limit right?

Finally Julie collapses to her knees, knowing she's been beaten. She has to end this. But if this is the end, she's going out with a song in her heart, and quietly begins to sing the song that had brought them all together.

In your starlight I can see forever Whether in sunshine or in rain So we're asking you Now or never Be ours once again

Julie's voice is cracking, there are tears streaming down her face, and she's not even sure she's getting the words right. But she repeats the chorus again, looking up at the unfeeling faces before her, pleading.

Sees a flash of memory, of them kneeling before her, singing her that song, of them granting her the ring that she can now see hanging from their throats, the two bands each keeping her with them always. And she finally hears her answer.

Looks up at the princes before her, and with a sad smile, whispers the only thing she can. "I love you both. Luke. Reggie. I love you."

There's a sudden burst of light, almost blinding, and Julie raises an arm to protect her eyes, but they close automatically as it starts to sting. When she opens them, she's standing, feeling whole and revitalized. In a gorgeous, flowy white dress, bedecked with gold accents showing the phases of the moon. A small tiara rests in her curls, bejeweled with opals. With her full memories intact, but not erasing her time as a plain and ordinary human.

Luke and Reggie are standing before her, arms open, smiles wide, and she rushes to them.

"Knew you could do it love," Luke sighs, pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

"Never doubted it for a minute," Reggie says with a wink, his kiss a touch cheeky and playful, and oh how Julie missed them both.

There's a shriek, and they turn to see Caleb there, black and purple magic flowing from him as his features twist and snarl.

"I think it's time to deal with this once and for all," Julie states, summoning her sceptre. She can feel Reggie and Luke holding onto it with her. Her fellow princesses at her back, lending her their power. Her family back home who are unknowingly counting on her. And a small voice in her mind, a wisp of a ghost whispering that she can do this that sounds so much like her mother that Julie allows a single silver tear to fall. THis was for her. For Willie.

For Earth, for the moon.

But most of all, this was for Julie.

She summoned her power, and shot a beam of pure light at Caleb, watching him disintegrate before her eyes. Can feel the evil leeching from the land, and when she finally lowers her weapon, the world seems light, colours crisper and more clear.

"Is it really over?" she asks.

"It never really is," Luna replies, "But it's gone. For now."

"I think that means we can relax a little," Luke says. He takes the chain from around his neck and Reggie follows suit, putting the two bands together letting them magically fuse into one ring.

"And I think this belongs to you," he says, slipping it on Julie's finger.

Sure, finding out she was a magical girl princess from space had turned Julie's life upside down. But she didn't think she could it, or all the love she found because of it, up for anything.

#gosh this got long #filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

[tricornonthecob]

I'm trying to wake up early

LK 114: The Forst Firth Of July

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

Why the fuck is Lady Phillips in Philadelphia and why isn't she more incognito oh my god is she looking for Benji? Is she trying to get the Frillips polycule back together?

NOOOO oh my GOD is she doing super secret Whig shit??? I bet its Whig shit.

*vague hand gesturing* something something edutainment

awww omg is Uncle Benji showing her the ropes?????? She looks so happy. This is so cute.

Ain't nothin' gonna kill her vibes today.

Well, maybe one thing (her crush being in distress)

I could say something meaningful here about how you saved his life, and he saved yours, brothers to the end, but the desire to make a comment about how Henri is still the best agent in this outfit is fighting with me.

I mean he never really is the way y'all gaze at each other.

"YEAH, YEAH, WASHINGTON WANTS A RESOLUTION. God that man is being such a Karen rn."

Benji's considering it.

Will he vote for independency???

Honestly I'm just disappointed he's not wearing 1970s burnt orange.

A missed opportunity, really.

Oh my god they opened up a window.

That bean is peak Proportions right now.

They gave the feral frenchman blur lines.

Damn she is just having a blast today isn't she. Who put xanax in her porridge? We know it was you, Benji.

What a fucking sassbucket.

"And John Adams won't sit the fuck down."

"the frontier will fall -" Bitch they live there???? Have always lived there??? The fuck you on about???

Just in case you weren't paying attention in geography class, they've kindly provided some unsubtle edutainment.

Wow when did she become my mom.

This is almost a complete recreation of a common argument in my house growing up, minus the multiple people yelling at the top of their lungs while thumbing through multiple dictionaries *nostalgic sigh.*

#liberty's kids #james hiller #sarah phillips #amrev #18th century #1776 musical #henri lefebvre #tricorn on the cob watches lk and makes inane commentary #tricorn on the cob watches lk and gets nostalgic for family fights #All I'll say is that with three fucking dictionaries strewn about the house I learned how to use a dictionary at a very young age #We had three so that if you needed to prove a point one would always be close at hand #tricorn watches

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 12

Masterlist

Chapter 11 : Chapter 13

My ongoing Moon Knight fic, with my OC, Sam. For everyone going chapter by chapter, not all chapters have the next chapter and previous chapter linked, I kinda fell off on that and am working on editing and reformatting things in this fic, so if you see the links stop, just go to the masterlist, there are like 32 chapters so far lol. I started this fic in July when I JUST started writing, and have since learned better formatting.

Steven X OC X Marc

Steven and Sam talk about what Steven and Marc found out about Sam last night. Jake causes problems, Marc reacts poorly to Jake. Things get very dramatic, but there's a happy ending. Long af chapter.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, talk of self harm, some toxic masculinity shit.

Next chapter is gonna be insanely cute, I promise.

Italics is Marc's thoughts

Bold is Steven's thoughts

Red are Jake's thoughts

When Sam heard the alarm at 8, she groaned loudly and searched for her phone to shut it off.

“It’s my phone Sweetheart, I got it”

Sam gasped loudly and grabbed her chest, drawing out her breath, wide-eyed as she looked over to see Steven “Oh my god, oh my god, Why are you here. Oh my god. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but… fuck what happened last night?” She stared ahead, trying to put the pieces together and orient herself.

Steven had sat up “Elena called me when she lost you and I used your location, then I brought you back. Do you have Big Brother Big Sister today? That’s the only reason I set the alarm.”

“No, no that’s tomorrow, thank you for checking though… Oh fuck, did I wake you last night?” Sam asked. It wasn't lost on Steven last she said ‘did I wake you” and not “did she wake you” putting the blame on herself, not Elena “Steven I’m so sorry!”

“Please don’t be sorry love, I’m just glad you’re okay”

“Oh fuck” Sam heaved, and leaned over he rbed to find her bathroom trash can waiting for her. Steven caught her hair this time, and took the trash can away when she was done, washing it out and bringing her a glass of water when he brought it back “Oh god, Steven I’m sorry, I’m fucking disgusting”

Marc “How many times can you say sorry in one conversion” a switch “Oh fuck off Marc, sorry about that love” Steven rubbed her back “You’re not disgusting.”

Then, Sam noticed her socks. “Steven… did you… take off my socks?”

Steven felt the tension thicken the air “You had stepped in a puddle… they were cold…”

“Why would you do that?” Her heart rate was rising, knowing she was caught.

Sam felt Steven change, she thought it was Marc “You realize they change your entire outfit, but you are upset about the socks, I wonder why that is?” Jake, speaking sarcastically, stood up.

Sam groaned loudly, flopping back onto the bed “Oh, FUCK OFF!” she tossed a throw blanket in his general direction. “Give me Steven back, NOW.”

Steven swooped in, taking her hand in his and laying beside her.

“I’m sorry about both of them, I’m sorry.” he glared at the mirror “We need to have a talk about when we take the body”

“I guess the secret’s out, huh”

“Yeah… Did you ever stop?”

“I did for years. But when I started again… it just got addictive. I tried to stop when you came around but it just got out of hand.”

Steven spoke softly “Why didn’t you talk to me?” His tone was gentle, not accusatory.

A smile side “At first I thought I could handle it, then things happened so fast between us and… there’s just so much we had to cover, it seems… it never seemed the right time”

“A few of those… Marc thinks they were from yesterday or the day before…”

“Yeah.”

He squeezed her hand “Did I do something? Was it because we were gone for so long, or did Jake say something?”

“Please don’t take my weird brain chemistry personally. You are my Sunshine. I wanted to talk to you but Jake-” She stopped herself.

Steven tensed “Oh bullocks, what did Jake do?” I swear to god Jake, you better leave her alone. “I knew he did something, you’ve been acting strange all week.”

Sam sat up “No, Steven it’s fine-” Jake’s words echoed in her head. ‘They have enough going on between the two of them, they don’t need you adding more’

Steven sat up, facing her “Tell me what he said” 

“Steven, just let it go” She made him wake up in the middle of the night to rescue her from a bar.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, please-” He had to clean up her puke and now he has to worry about Jake. Jake was right, she just causes him stress.

“Did he threaten to hurt you if you told me what he said?”

“STEVEN STOP!” her neighbors were going to hate her. “It’s not like that… he just… he said I burden you with all my problems, he said I’m just using you” she started tearing up “And he’s right, you’ve had to baby me all night and morning, you always have to worry about me hurting myself” the tears spilled over “He said I’m hurting you”

“Oh that’s rich coming from him” Steven stands up, starts to walk away.

Sam spoke quickly “Steven, where are you going?” 

“To kick his ass” He went to her bathroom, presumably to get to the mirror.

“You can’t physically kick his ass!” Sam started to stand up, but dizziness and nausea took over “Oh fuck” she called out to him “Don’t break my mirror!” she joked, and laid down.

“JAKE!” Steven yelled at the mirror and Jake appeared.

“I can hear you, no need to yell.” He looked slightly more annoyed than usual.

Steven aggressively pointed at his sentient reflection “You, don’t get to tell me not to yell and you don’t, get to tell her that he can’t talk to me when she’s sad!”

Jake spoke snidely “I didn’t tell her she can’t, I pointed out that she’s draining you because she’s too selfish to notice”

Marc took the body briefly “Selfish? That girl has spent years of her life helping people” He gave the body back to Steven “Mate, it is not your job to decide what is good or bad for me, but she is the most selfless person I know, she’s spent her life trying to help children’

“Yeah, and what has she done for you?”

“She has done plenty, but more importantly, she doesn’t need to do anything for us. Our relationship is not a transaction” It wasn’t lost on Marc that Steven said us and our. “We are happy!”

“Are you happy with her, Steven? Or are you just happy to have someone to finally fuck?”

Marc punched the mirror.

When Sam heard the crash of the mirror, she felt a wave of fear flow through her. She sat silent as she waited to see what happened. When Steven finally emerged, he was holding a bleeding hand covered in glass.

“Oh JESUS Steven!” She grabbed her emergency kit “What the FUCK is wrong with you!” she couldn’t believe her sweet Steven would act like that. She grabbed tweezers. “Sit” she demanded, pointing to two chairs facing each other. She took his hand gently despite her anger. Steven, give me the body. No. 

“Sam, the blood” he tried to pull back his bleeding hand from her, not wanting to get his blood on her. You’re hurting because I was stupid yeah, you are. Let me have the body, you don’t need to feel it.

She glared at him “Give me your fucking hand, Steven.” He complied, wincing as she removed the glass. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m so goddamn angry at you right now.” she seethed, muttering more to herself than anything else. Why are you torturing yourself? Give me the fucking body 

“I didn’t do it!” he said defensively.

Sam dropped Steven’s hand on her lap “Are you fucking with me? What happened?”

“Jake said something gross and Marc just took the body and punched the mirror”

“Make him take the body” she seemed to look past his eyes “MARC SPECTOR YOU FUCKING COWARD! Take the fucking body, stop making Steven deal with this!” Give me the fucking body Take it, you could do it before I’m trying! Maybe I’m just getting better at stopping you

“I don’t trust him!” You think I’d hurt her?

“I don’t care, give him the body, you three are pissing me off enough, don’t make me more mad”

Steven sighed, and he gave up control.

When Sam saw him shift and his body language change, she went back to work removing the glass “What the fuck is wrong with you? Breaking my glass? Are you a 20 year old white guy? Is your name Kyle? Do you need a Monster and a white tank top? Jesus christ you are a 35 year old man. I’m so fucking angry with you.” She was rambling “I can take your mood swings, I can take you being an asshole sometimes because you can really, really be sweet, but I draw the fucking line at you getting phsyical in my home. If I told you not to hurt the man who raped me, why would you think I’d want you to punch Jake for saying something rude? It’s not even punching Jake, it’s just punching my mirror! Fuck, are you gonna say something?” she looked at him. It wasn’t Marc.

“Well, you weren’t really giving me a chance to speak, Carina.”

“Oh for fucks sake” she sighed “Don’t Carina me, where is Marc?”

Are you fucking serious? She doesn’t want to talk to you I was giving the body to Marc, not you Get away from her, Jake. Just go to the ER. “They are elsewhere.”

“Marc needs to suffer the consequences” but she kept working on his hands “Why are the two of you so averse to letting him deal with his actions?”

“Marc has dealt with enough, many consequences are for actions that were not his.”

“Don’t. Don’t deflect onto Marc’s past. The point is he punched my mirror, he should be the one whose hand I'm digging in with tweezers.”

“Technically, it is his hand” he said with a small smile, echoing back to the argument they had a few days ago.

Sam was not impressed “Stop. Either Marc is a coward or you guys refuse to let him learn. This I would expect from you, sure. You are so weirdly parental to them. I didn’t expect this from Steven.”

“Steven took the body because he was afraid what Marc would do”

Sam narrowed her eyes “Marc wouldn’t hurt me”

“No, but clearly he’ll break things of yours. Steven is just as mad as you are.” Jake winced as Sam got a particularly deep piece of glass “Marc is a lot of things, but he wouldn’t hurt you. But sometimes his anger takes the best of him” Sam continued glaring “Give him the body”

“No”

“Can I have Steven back once the glass is out?”

“Yes, after everything is done.”

“Okay” Sam worked quickly, wanting Jake out of her hair as fast as possible. A few minutes later, it was cleaned and washed. “You three are lucky my mom was a nurse.”

“Actually, I could’ve just summoned the suit and let it heal me.”

She threw the tweezers on the ground “Go! You’re wasting my time now!”

“I wanted to see.” 

“See what”

“How far you’d go for them”

“Oh Jesus, is that it? You were testing me?”

He smiled “A little.”

“Yeah, and what’s your verdict?” She crossed her arms, daring him to insult her again.

“I was already impressed when you were working on Steven. You didn’t hesitate before helping him, despite how mad you were. I thought you might change when I took over, but you were still gentle and thorough.”

“They don’t need your stamp of approval, and neither do I.”

“No, but you wanted it.”

“GO!”

Jake changed back to Steven, who carefully approached her, wrapping his bandaged hand around her back. “Oh love, I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have left if I knew he would take over, it was supposed to be Marc.” 

Sam hugged back “Why didn’t he? You shouldn’t have to suffer for him, Steven.” 

“He wanted the body but I wouldn’t let him until he calmed down. I’m sorry. Oh love, love you’re trembling…”

Sam pushed back, away from him, anger reignited “Of course I’m trembling Steven! I’ve been trembling this entire fucking time! Do you know how many things my dad punched while screaming at us? How many times I’ve picked glass out of my siblings feets because they walked in it before the floor was clean? Or taking it out of Chris’s arm because he blocked me? Yeah, I’m fucking shaking!”

Steven was silent.

Sam took a deep breath to calm herself “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t do it. It just… It hurts me that Marc would do that, he of all people should understand what can trigger someone.”

“Sweetheart… I’m so sorry. For Marc, for me, Jake, your dad.”

“I need you to leave. I am hungover, I’m on 4 hours of sleep, I have blood on my hands and the taste of puke in my mouth. I just want to shower, order pizza and pop, and watch The Office.”

“Do you want me to-”

“No. I can’t look at you guys right now. My neighbors probably hate me as it is. I want to spend the day alone.”

Steven looked dejected. “Okay. Please, can you text me later with how you are doing? If you need me to bring you anything…”

Sam softened and took him in for a hug “Yes, I’ll text you. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything, okay? I promise. I love you, Steven. You too Marc, even if I’m mad at you. Get some sleep.”

“I love you, Just Sam.”

“I love you, Steven with a V.”

Just Sam: Hey Steven! Took a long ass nap after a shower. I want to eat but I’m not sure anything will stay down haha

Steven with a V: Hello love! Marc says to eat something greasy. I think it sounds disgusting, but he says it soaks up the bad stuff. Not sure that is actually science.

Just Sam: Oh my god, an egg McMuffin would slap right now

Steven with a V: Is that a good or bad thing

Just Sam: It's good, haha. I think I’m gonna UberEats some McDonalds. The blue gatorade would probably be helpful. My mom says hangovers are just fancy dehydration.

Steven with a V: I could pick up some for you? I know you said you don’t want to see me, but maybe I could just drop it off? Save you the delivery fees.

Just Sam: You don't have too… But if you want to come by, you can. I think we should talk. You and me and Marc.

Steven with a V: I’ll be there soon. McMuffin and a blue gatorade?

Just Sam: Can you grab a sugar free iced coffee? I got a wicked caffeine withdrawal.

Steven with a V: Absolutely

Just Sam: Don’t tell Jake you’re bringing me food, haha

Just Sam: Too soon? Lol

Steven with a V: It’s never too soon to make fun of Jake

When Steven knocked, Sam greeted him with a kiss “Don’t worry, I brushed my teeth since the last time I threw up. Do you still love me even though you’ve cleaned up my puke?”

“Just makes me love you more”

“Ew” she giggled as she moved to the couch. She drank the blue gatorade like she had just came back from the Sahara, and dived into the McMuffin “Careful, you’ll never keep it down if you eat that fast” Marc commented.

“Marc” she greeted, hesitantly

“Hey.”

“Can I start?”

“Of course” Be nice. First sign of things going south, I’m taking over Roger

“Are Jake and Steven here?”

“Yeah, they are here”

“I wanna start by saying I’m sorry for yelling. to all of you. ”

“Sam, no-”

“Please, Starlight, just let me talk. I’m sorry. There is no excuse for me yelling when none of you yelled at me. I do want to say, I’m getting back on my meds. But for the next few days, Jess gave me some of her anti-anxiety pills to get me by for a bit. Then, once I get back on things there might be an adjustment. I might have a different reaction, I might need new ones. I just ask you be patient with me, but don’t… Don’t let me get away with shitty things, okay?”

Okay ~Okay~ “Okay.”

“The mirror is still broken. I had to take a show with water shoes on, so that was great. Marc, you need to clean that. Marc, not Jake, not Steven.”

“Understood.”

“Now Marc, you can go ahead”

Marc put his hand on hers gently “I’m sorry. I’ve been rehearsing things to say all day, but they all were me trying to talk my way out of it, so I’m just going to say what I’m thinking. Jake said something gross, and I lost my temper-”

“What did he say?”

“He suggested Steven was with you because you sleep with him”

“Oh.”

“Which absolutely is not true, he loves you, dearly…”

“But why did that upset you so much”

Marc sighed loudly “I don’t know, really. But it doesn’t matter, because nothing justifies breaking your property, and I am really sorry for scaring you. The fact you were scared of me is going to haunt me.”

“I wasn’t so much scared of you, as I was just… scared. In general. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” She leaned over to hug him.

Marc hesitated. The last time he was hugged was by Steven in the dreamscape, he didn’t generally like being touched, but he melted into her arms, returning the hug, his voice was shaky “I wouldn’t. I promise, Brightside, I wouldn’t…” was he choking up?

“I know, oh honey I know. I forgive you.”

When the hug ended, Marc still felt horrifically guilty, but much of the shame had been lifted knowing she not only forgave him, but knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

“Can I talk to Jake alone?”

“Yeah, of course.” I swear to god, if she’s crying when we come back…

Marc and Steven left.

Jake appeared. “That went well.”

Sam fought to urge to glare, fought the urge to make a biting comment. The anti anxiety she took before Steven arrived calmed her “Jake, I don’t know what our whole issue is, I don’t. But I think we need to set it aside and work together for them…”

“Do you know why Marc was so upset, when my comment was directed towards Steven?”

“Why?”

“It’s like I said before. Marc is very protective of Steven. But then who protects Marc? Both of them can’t take care of themselves for the life of them half the time. That’s why I am here.”

“I want to be a part of this. Can we be a team, Jake? For both of them?”

Jake considered her for a moment. “I don’t do teams… but if we occasionally worked together, I could handle that.”

Sam brightened up “Really?”

“I shouldn’t have called you selfish.”

“That’s as close to an apology as I’m getting, isn’t it?” she smiled

He smiled back “Si, Manita. Here’s Steven and Marc back.

“Thank you Jake”

Steven appeared looking worried “Everything okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah, yeah Sunshine everything is alright. I think Jake and I are going to get along fine.”

“Well, that’s one of us”

“Believe me when I say he wants what's best for you both. Can you both try to get along? For me?” Sam kissed his bandaged knuckles.

Steven planted a soft kiss on her forehead “Anything for you”

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For Jasonette July 2022 Prompt: Apple Pie and the Tag Team Tournament 2022 Day 1 Prompt

Jason has a surprise for Marinette when he comes home.

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A pair of hands snaked around Marinette’s waist as she scrubbed a plate with a soapy sponge and rinsed it in the sink. She quickly dried her hands so she could turn off her music and remove her earbuds.

“Oh,” she exclaimed. “You’re home?”

“Hrghhh,” he nuzzled the back of her neck and sighed.

Marinette continued to do the dishes, even with the new presence behind her. Jason seemed intent on not letting her go, but she didn’t mind. She set the plate aside and picked up a dirty bowl to wash.

“I worked on one of my commissions today, the one for Jagged and Luka. They’re going on tour soon, and I think I’ll be able to finish their outfits in the next few days. Then I took a break and baked apple pie. It’s in the oven right now. You can smell it, right? I baked two, so we have one for ourselves and one to bring to dinner later.”

Jason burrowed his head into her hair. Marinette could feel the gentle puffs of air against her neck.

“You smell good. How come you always do?” He mumbled.

She giggled. “It’s the perfume, Love. The one you picked out for me,”

“Well, I suppose I’m a genius for picking such a lovely perfume that fits such a lovely lady,”

“Of course you are,”

They didn’t say anything else for a while. One could hear running water and the clinking of dishes in the kitchen. Marinette placed the dishes she finished washing in the drying rack. She was close to being done, and then she and Jason could relax together before going to the Manor.

When the last dish was put on the drying rack, Marinette dried her hands and took her apron off to hang in the pantry. Jason followed her on the way there, although it was only a few steps away. But with his hands still wrapped around her waist, Marinette had to waddle awkwardly.

“And when are you planning on letting go?”

“Never!” Came a muffled reply. “You’re mine forever!”

“And you’re mine,” she responded fondly.

The two of them waddled over to the living room, where they settled on the couch. Jason finally let go of her and instead held her hand.

Rubbing his hand, Marinette asked, “How come you were late today? Did something happen?”

“You could say that… can you close your eyes for a moment?”

Did he have something for her?

Marinette shut her eyes tight and focused on listening to Jason’s movements. Once he made sure she wasn’t looking, he shuffled towards a door and opened it. Judging from where the sound came from, he was probably going into the garage. She was burning with curiosity, but Marinette waited. She didn’t want to ruin any surprise Jason had prepared for her.

He moved around in the garage for a bit before she could hear him walking up the steps again and closing the door. Something crinkled, like paper. Jason walked closer to her before sitting on the couch again. Then he took in a deep breath.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,”

When she looked, Marinette saw Jason had a bouquet in his right hand.

“Oh my god!”

“I was on my way to buy some flowers for you, which is why I was late. I wanted to get something nice for you,”

“Thank you, Jason! I love it!”

“Of course. You are my wife, after all. You deserve the best,”

She took the bouquet from him and held it up to her nose to smell. It was wonderful! And then, Marinette was struck with an idea. Taking one flower out of the bouquet, she tucked it behind Jason’s left ear.

“There, you look so cute like this!” Marinette chuckled.

Jason laughed with her. They held hands again, and Marinette leaned against his shoulder.

“You’re so silly,” he said. “What am I going to do with you?”

Marinette replied, “You’re going to hold onto me forever because I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours, my silly wife.”

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the rest of the July tc challenge under the cut!!

(totally didn't forget about it lmfao) (also totally didn't start off the challenge saying "June" 💀)

4. is your tc more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type? Б is a combination of all three but much more artsy (obviously), but she is also low key buff? 

5. if you and your tc were in high school together, do you think you’d be friends? Yeah I think we would be friends. Б and I have similar interests and based on how I know she was when she was young, we would probably be friends. П was a bit preppy but she wasn’t mean, so I think I would like her too.

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them. Hmm idk

7. is your tc fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you’d love to see them wear? Б does dress simple but it isn’t ugly, its still cute. She will wear dresses often and she always looks so good! Then she has to dress very formal for symphony.

Idk what I would want to see her wear. 

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc’s subject if it meant you two could be together? I think I would be miserable teaching and I don’t see J or Б romantically so no, I wouldn’t.

9. does your tc drink or smoke? П has smoked but not in habit. They all drink but not at any sort of level to be alcoholics. 

10. name one item that is always on your tc’s desk. Б doesn’t have a desk, but on top of her piano is a sizable chunk of quartz. In her main instrument case is a photo of her son sitting in her lap when he was a baby. П has a chocolate rose from 5+ years ago and lots and LOTS of sticky notes. I have been in J’s office once and it was for the audition, but I remember her having a couple things relating to the University that she went to. 

11. has your tc ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do? Not that I can think of really. П is really mean for no reason sometimes and J will put kids ON THE SPOT and almost into tears but not out of the same meanness that П has. J is just a lot sometimes and a tiny bit pushy but only to get kids to be their very absolute best, so hers is 100% out of love. (and also part of her entertainment, she will give students excerpts from symphonies that professionals will play as sight-reading and she finds it funny)

oh but Б is perfect <3

12. does your tc have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher? П was always a teacher, she had small odd jobs when she was young, but she was always a teacher. 

Б always was in symphonies even since she was 15 or 16 she was in big symphonies and orchestras. 

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many? Б has a older sister, J has at least one sister, П has a older brother

14. are you taking your tc’s class next year? I will be taking J’s class, I was placed into her top symphony and I’m super excited.

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like? J has met my mother, Б has met both of my parents and recently extended family, П met my mother and father.

16. has your tc ever given you detention? if so, what was it like? No :)

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react? П didn’t fail me, I was top of her classes. I haven’t had a full actual school class with J. Б doesn’t teach at a school. If I failed any of their classes I would just?? that would be a personal jab at me like how the hell do I of all people fail orchestra/classical music so like?? I would just be pretty confused lmao

18. what are your tc’s hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?They are all fairly similar with interests.

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about? I have only talked on the phone with Б, that’s actually when I met her.

20. if you had your tc’s class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?As you can imagine orchestra over zoom was genuinely one of the worst things to ever happen.

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do? ahhh the amazing thing is I may have a chance to do this one day. I would want to go to Budapest with Б. 

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you? Б has just like “honey” and “baby” and then for a while at first, and now whenever I am not playing as confidently as I usually can she will call me nyuszika/nyuszikám which just means bunny. 

We have a very specific connection to rabbits, there are always a odd amount of rabbits in her yard, she has that nickname for me, she had a nest with babies that she showed me earlier in spring. 

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?no to П and no to J, but Б I almost started bawling in front of her at a funeral/memorial when I was talking to her and she noticed after hugging me and just had this look on her face and saw “aw don’t cry”

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc? UGHSH NO I HAVENGTT 

Б has driven me to the hall that her symphony performs then

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers? Hmm I know that П and the band teacher are absolute besties. П also always gets along with one of the Clinic/Anatomy teacher. I liked all of both teachers, they are both really funny.

Б doesn’t teach at a school, she only does private lessons. But she’s with a symphony and I know who she is friends with. She is pretty close with the principal second violin who is probably (in my opinion) one of the best violinist in the whole orchestra and she is also super funny and pretty. She likes her stand partner pretty okay and recommended him as a teacher for when she is on vacation later.

26. what does your tc’s voice sound like? Б has a heavy accent but speaks very clearly. It is very much the opposite of breathy, it is pushing being hoarse but not quite. Her voice is often quite honeyed.

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher? П is a good conductor but has gone slightly downhill as a teacher, she is just got A LOT more mean. 

Б is an amazing and absolutely phenomenal teacher, she is so great at breaking things down and she is so talented.

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies? They both prefer books :)

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class? П was mean but somehow easy going at the same time. Б is super sweet and kind and easy going 100% she is very chill

30. how would you describe you and your tc’s relationship? I would say I am very close with Б. It is a very mentor/mentee relationship, she is very motherly with me and I see her in a very motherly way.

It does help that I go to her house and spend personal time with her. I have met her son, her ex, many of her colleagues. She even invited me to go to Budapest with her. She only goes back to visit family, old friends, and luthiers. She is very kind with me in lessons and we chat a lot, often she keeps me almost a hour extra after designated lesson time. We either end up talking or she teaches me more. I know a lot about her family and whole situation and she knows a lot about mine.

She is so kind with me and I really hope even after I go off to uni I will be able to stay close to her. I know I could be delusional, but it is different with her. 

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name? I address Б by her first name only (sometimes with Ms and sometimes just her name). П by her last name only. J by both. In school I use J’s last name and for chamber coaching I use her first name but I say “Ms. (her first name)”

#tc challenge #july tc challenge #tc crush #female tc

[sleepytiny]

Hi!! My names Lyra, but you can call me Lyr or sleepy. Even Ly is ok!!

This is going to be the pinned post on my blog for a quick rundown about me, and all of my hyperfixations. Including games, characters, shows, etc.

This will of course be added to over time as well, due to new hyperfixations/things I wanna put here. It may also be added to over time if I forgot to put something here initially as well.

Alright. I’m a tiny and am newer to the g/t community, but not g/t in general. I first discovered the g/t community back in early 2021 but I’ve had g/t as a comfort thought since I was real little. Like really little. I’m fine with NSFW g/t but NOT vore at all.

I don’t necessarily have a favorite piece of g/t media, as I enjoy thinking about my OC more, but if I had to choose it’d probably be the episode of Daa Daa Daa where Miyu shrinks.

Before I get into my hyperfixations, I want to talk about my OC. You aren’t gonna see anything about her for a very long time. She’s my only OC, and has been for years, and I love her a lot. There are a lot of features and cliche things about her that I’m sure people would pick at, and I like not having that influence when I think of her.

So for now no OC content other than her name is Lucy, her birthday is July 2nd, and she technically doesn’t have a canon universe she’s in. Although there is one I’d say is a smidge away from being her canon universe, but I still stick her in other universes.

Characters:

I’m starting with characters I’m hyperfixated with because I think that’s the longest so why not.

Hawks: I don’t know how long I’ve been hyperfixated with him but it’s been loooong. He’s my favorite anime character, favorite character, favorite everything. Because of this though, I would actually appreciate no MHA content at all. I’m so hyperfixated with him to the point that sometimes I get sick to my stomach seeing other people talk about him or MHA. In a good way, but that doesn’t make it fun. I obviously can’t stop seeing it, and when I do post OC content, Hawks content will literally be there as well, but just a thing to keep in mind.

Denki Kaminari: Not really sure what to say about him but I love him.

Leon and Ada: Figured I’d put them together because I ship them (don’t hurt me) and I love both of them. Leon is definitely in my top ten characters (Hawks is #1 for reference) and Ada is Ada. How can you not love her.

Jill and Carlos: ^^^^ same thing. Love them both. Ship them. They’re literally both marriage material.

Claire: Don’t ship her with Leon but I love her.

Takumi Usui: Literally just a giant top. First thing I think when I see him is TOP. Also I’m so Misa (minus the tsundere stuff) with him.

Chai from Hi-Fi Rush: He wijdbdkwjwjwjsndkwidnfwm he’s so cute i love him sm. he baby.

Goro Akechi: Same VA as Chai. I don’t know how to do this without spoilers but Royal Akechi is my favorite.

Ryuji Sakamoto: Literally best Persona character. I love him so f much. He’s on my top ten characters.

Futaba and Sumi: Tied as best girls (love sumi a lil more tho) because I personally embody Futaba but Sumi is a precious bb.

Faith Seed: hOLY SHIT I LOVE HER. VERY HIGH UP on my top ten. She’s literally why I like white laced dresses so much. Obviously ignoring the illegal shit she did. BUT MY GOD I LOVE HER MORE THAN I CAN DESCRIBE.

Luke from TWDG: LOVE HIM LOVE HIM LOVE HIM LOVE HIM. He deserves the world and everything, and literally just everything in the world. (very good gentle giant for a tiny)

Steve Harrington: tHE CRUSH I HAD ON JOE KEERY OMGOMGOMG. HIS HAIR.

Chell from Portal: I know I know, she’s silent, and in a way, has zero personality, but I love her. Specifically her outfit in Portal 2.

Monika from DDLC: My precious bb. That’s all I have to say.

Spider-man: Any spider-man. Literally the only superhero I care about at all.

Vanessa from FNAF: TOP TEN TOP TEN. My OC came before her, which is why her looking incredibly similar to my OC automatically made me love her, and now I actually love her sfm.

Lucy Heartfilia: Could say my OC got her name from her, will get further into Fairy Tail things later.

Gray Fullbuster: Loved him since his first line ever. I don’t wanna spoil it if you’ve never watched Fairy Tail, so if you’re actually reading this, I’ll let you do that yourself.

Nonon Jakuzure: Love her so so much, which leads to the next character as well.

Viridi from Kid Icarus: ^^^^^

Sonic: Mostly Sonic from Sonic Boom.

Melia from Xenoblade: POOR BB

This is it for characters. This will probably be added to because I forgot some.

Games are next! From here on out, there probably won’t be descriptions.

Kid Icarus: Uprising

The Walking Dead Games

Resident Evil: 2, 3, and 4 remakes (yes i know i’m a remake enjoyer, but i never really resonated with the originals)

Hi-Fi Rush

Persona 5 Royal

Far Cry 5

Xenoblade (the first one)

Will add more as needed.

Shows!

MHA

Maid Sama

Fairy Tail

Kill la Kill

Charlotte

Will add more as needed!

For now I believe this is fine!!! Questions you have for me are ok, but eventually I’ll add answers to more common questions on here!

#g/t #giant tiny

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Anyone else got a slightly ominous feeling that we - SMM - played a part in the release of the 4th July parade pap photos? by u/Next_Homework3662

Anyone else got a *slightly* ominous feeling that we - SMM - played a part in the release of the 4th July parade pap photos? I have a weird feeling and theory - hear me out.BTW, I'm not from the UK or USA, so have no skin in the game in terms of 4th July and/or KCIII Scottish coronation.When I get a chance to read this sub, it's usually at least 12-24 hours after something has happened, so I have to read through a lot of posts at the same time to catch up. This means I also get big picture ideas welling in my brain, sometimes which come out as a crazy theory like this post.I'm going to put these thoughts as dot points as they enter my head:* We all seem to agree that Migraine likely reads this subreddit* A big topic of conversation amongst us, particularly of late, has been the invisibility (even existence) of the kids* In light of the Spotify contract cancellation, and imminent Netflix following, we've discussed that one of the only ways the Harkles can possibly make a living now is by merching the kids* Many of us have mentioned how blatant the pap photos circumstances are - photos are by Backgrid, who just "happen" to have a photographer at the same parade the Harkles decided to appear together at as a family* We've discussed at length the outfit that Lili is dressed in - shoes, dress, socks, inappropriateness for the weather, California laid-back style, etc* Note that the only Backgrid pap photos are of Haitch and Lili, not Migraine and Archie. The latter only appear in the background of a photo taken using a potato camera, by presumably a member of the public* The photos are released the day after 4th July in the US, but on the day of KCIII event in Scotland.So, here's my thinking:1. Migraine studiously reads this sub2. She decides the time is now to get the kids in the spotlight3. The timing is as we've surmised - to coincide with the KCIII ceremony in Scotland4. The event is the Montecito 4th July parade - a double-edged snub to the UK, and also a conveniently timed, local public event that they "might" well have been papped at (to claim innocence)5. Haitch is vehemently opposed to his kids being publicly revealed, but Migraine insists, using some level of coercion - hence Haitch's unsmiling face in the photos6. Migraine deliberately dresses Lili as a mini-Charlotte and/or mini-Harry. I'm guessing this is for two reasons - she's deliberately made Lili's clothes a significant talking point - as bad publicity is better than none. She also thinks it's cute to make fun of the Brits, Charlotte, Kate, etc7. The pap photos are only of Haitch & Lili - not Migraine - washing her hands of any involvement and removing her from being the centre of attention for a change.8. Having the kids photographed at a casual public event, for the first time, might hopefully put to rest the theories we've been promulgating here about non-existent or rent-a-kids. She's allowed photos of Lili that seem to prove a strong familial connection to the Markles, despite her probable dislike of Lili's outward appearance, to help prove Lili's provenance.I'm thinking that Migraine's reading of our sub, and our recent discussions about the kids' existence, has put the wind up her skirt, and she's now jumped at what was the last thing that Haitch was holding back on.I hope that our idle chatter on SMM hasn't played a part in the sudden public reveal of the Harkles kids... and that this is just the start of the merchandising the shit out of them.​ post link: https://ift.tt/N2KZUrS author: Next_Homework3662 submitted: July 06, 2023 at 08:01PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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