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marriedtobigfoot · 1 year

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Part two of this story, where Robin discovers Steve’s type. A lot of people seemed interested in more, so here you go!

The conversation doesn’t go quite the way Robin is expecting it. She’s fully prepared for Steve to launch into saying how confused he is because he’s feeling weird pants feelings for Eddie, but how does that work because he likes girls? She’s been mentally preparing herself for that exact discussion since she watched Eddie Munson call her best friend ‘Big Boy’ in the middle of committing grand theft auto. So when Steve starts talking, curled up on the gross linoleum tile of Family Video, she’s taken by surprise. She doesn’t even get the chance to answer his question before he’s throwing her prepared speech out the metaphorical window.

“That’s stupid, you already told me that. Sharon Parker in the 5th grade, holding hands for Red Rover, blah blah blah, I know that. But like…Have you ever acted different around a girl, and then one day, you realize it’s because you like her? Like, you had a crush on a girl without even realizing it? Does that make any sense?”

It takes Robin a second to reboot, but the second she manages, Steve throws her even further off track.

“It’s just, Tommy H came by the other day, and he said some stuff that really has me thinking and-”

Robin can’t stop herself. As soon as she hears a name other than Eddie Munson, she has a hand out covering Steve’s mouth. He gives her a look, surprised and confused. Maybe a little annoyed. She valiantly ignores him because what he just said has her head spinning, and she needs to put a stop to it right now.

“Steve. My best friend in the whole universe. I’m here for whatever you need and whatever you might be figuring out about yourself. You know I’m going to support you 100% no matter what happens but…Please. PLEASE tell me that you didn’t just discover you have a crush on TOMMY H! He isn’t even your type, Steve! He isn’t even in the ballpark of your type! He’s so far off it’s honestly kind of laughable and-”

Now it’s Steve who puts a hand over her mouth.

“Jesus, Robin! First of all, gross. I’m not into Tommy, okay? Never gonna happen, not in a million years. And second, what the hell do you mean ‘my type?’ What the hell would you know about my type?”

Robin carefully removes his hand from her face and shakes her head. She has absolutely no clue where this conversation is going, but there’s still a chance it can work its way somewhere good. Somewhere Munson-related. And she owes it to Steve to listen to his crisis properly.

“Nevermind, forget that. What happened with Tommy?”

“Okay well, he came over, like I said. He was super wasted, and I guess he and Carol broke up? And he started talking about when we were friends, and how he always used to try and get closer to me. He said he almost asked me if I wanted to practice kissing once? And he talked about like, trying to touch me all the time, trying to make me laugh? Basically saying he had a crush on me, which was super weird.”

Robin nodded, because really, she had no idea what to say to that.

“And then he kissed me. Which was kind of gross because he tasted like whisky and he was being all sloppy, like he wanted to eat my face. But…”

“But?”

“It wasn’t as gross as I would have expected I guess.”

“I thought you said you didn’t like him!”

“I don’t! It just, wasn’t a totally horrible kiss okay? Only a little horrible.”

Robin sighed and let her head tip back against the wall.

“Okay, I’m not seeing your dilemma yet. Tommy liking you and kissing you is kind of weird sure, but it doesn’t change anything about you.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a puff of air. He looked small in this bathroom, scared in a way that Robin hated. They had faced down monsters, torture, long shifts with Keith. A conversation with his best friend should never have Steve looking that afraid, ever.

She reached out and took his hand in her, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Hey, it’s okay Steve. Tell me what’s going on in that head.”

“It’s just…Some of what Tommy said. About how he tried to get closer to me, to touch me and make me laugh and shit? I guess I realized that I’m doing that stuff. With somebody else. And if Tommy did it because he liked me then…”

“You think it might mean you like this person. This…guy?”

“Yeah. This guy.”

There it was, the Eddie Munson of it all. Because Robin only knew of one guy that Steve spent his time with and would be trying to be touchy and close with. She had watched it happen with her own eyes, the way Steve would look for reasons to lean past Eddie, to put a hand on his shoulder, his back, once getting brave and putting a hand on his waist. She’d watched Eddie do the exact same things around Steve, too.

Part of her almost just comes out and tells Steve, that she knows who he’s talking about. Except he still looks unsure. He looks like he wants to throw up a little, and Robin has to fix that.

“You know it’s okay right? For you to like this guy?”

“I know. It’s just weird, to realize I might like him that way. Normally I can figure out when I’m into someone.”

“Well, normally you aren’t friends with the people you’re into first. That makes it confusing.”

“And I’m normally into people with boobies.”

“That too.”

Steve lets out a tiny laugh, and it makes Robin beam. Something about Steve is lighter now, like somethings been lifted off his chest, something that’s been there for a really long time without him knowing. She wants to tell him how much she’s loves him. How much she cares about him and supports him. She wants to tell him about all her research, and fully explain to him her findings when it comes to ‘his type.’

She wants to tell him that she knows the guy he likes is Eddie. That she thinks Eddie might like him too.

The ‘ring for service’ bell ruins her chance at saying any of it.

She and Steve both clamber off the floor, adjusting their vests before exiting the bathroom to greet whoever keeps ringing the stupid bell over and over again. Robin can’t decide if it’s the best luck in the world, or the worst, when it’s Eddie Munson himself standing at the counter.

She leans towards best luck when she sees the way Steve’s cheeks go red.

A few people asked to be tagged if I did a part 2, so hopefully I do that right! I’ve got a few more parts planned, so if anybody else wants to be tagged let me know and I’ll do my best!

@kaiscove @wolfstarlights @awkwardgravity1 @anonymousbandgirl @f1ct1onwh0re

#steve harrington #Robin Buckley #Platonic Stobin #Wingman Robin Buckley #Steddie #Eddie Munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steddie ficlet #stommy #one sided stommy #because I am a Tommy was in love with Steve Truther FIRST and a person never #Steve may have liked him once upon a time but that ship has sailed now

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gglitch1dd · 5 days

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Hello hello again Glitch! How are you doing? I hope you're well :) Hope you're not getting annoyed with me flooding your notifs half the time lol

I've been thinking about something recently and that is "what if there were twins in the Midoriya Family"? What if Bakugou never got together with Y/N and Izuku was just the ONE for our girl Y/N from the start.. Would it be a possibility for them to conceive twins? Since they would considerably be younger when they first meet each other

AHHHH @genkioo You could never annoy me. I love seeing your comments and I'm glad you are asking!!

This is an interesting thing. Let me be frank, the reason I don't bring the girl, Inko Jr, into my Midoriya Family is exactly that reason. Reader is just not at the age to have more children and a reminder to those, her pregnancy with Koda was already high risk and Izuku never wants to see his wife like that again.

If anybody remembers, in the Contract, in chapter 2, when reader expresses the fact that she doesn't want to "waste her time" anymore. She spent around 5 (it could be 7, I don't remember) YEARS with Katsuki and she felt like it was all for naught. it was. Before she got with Izuku. It was implied that Izuku was reaching that big 30 mark before he met reader and he had been number 1 for 5 years. So Izuku and reader are both 28/29 when they get married. And since in my Husband!Izuku lore, its state that it takes them around 2 years before they fall pregnant with Toshinori. So Reader and Izuku are only 30 when they start having kids and are currently 46/47.

NOW. to answer your question, genkioo, THEY MOST DEFINITELY WOULD HAVE MORE KIDS!!!

Originally this was how the Midoriya family is supposed to be if Reader never dated Katsuki.

Izuku and Reader are the type to get married fast, like after a year of dating and they'd be engaged. (which isn't a bad thing when done right). So I thought they'd be around 24/25 because that aligns to the time Izuku becomes Number One.

So then they have 7 kids in my head. (chuckles in breeding kink)

Toshinori stays as the eldest, then it was actually supposed to be Inko Jr (who's a more rebellious one in the family and ends up being Kane's girlfriend considering she's only like max a year younger than Toshinori (Izuku and reader did not hesitate). Then there would be Asahi. Then there would be Hero and his twin. Technically Hero wasn't even supposed to be called Hero. He was supposed to be part of identical twins, Izumi and Itsuki. They're both Hero just separated into two bodies basically. Then there would be Shoyo and Koda.

THAT'S how it was supposed to be if Reader never fell in love with Katsuki.

Toshinori- 17

Inko Jr -16

Asahi- 14

Izumi and Itsuki - 11

Shoyo- 5

Koda- 3

(Notice the huge jump from the twins to Shoyo. Yah Reader was TIRED.) If you want me to I can...try write an alt universe with them. Won't be all that different, minus the extra boy and a girl.

-Glitch1d.

#dilf midoriya #dilf izuku midoriya #dilf izuku midoriya x reader #dilf izuku x reader #midoriya family shenanigan #midoriya family shenanigans

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fakeuwus · 8 months

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RECKLESS | lee heeseung

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ reckless by madison beer

"how could you be, so reckless with my heart?"

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!hee x nonidol/university student!femreader, pure angst sorry lol, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: cursing, lowercase intended, barely proofread, mention of i-land LOL, lots of dialouge and idk if thats even a warning but had to put it out there, use of nicknames like babe/baby, infidelity

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: wanted to put smth out while working on my jay fic!! got inspired by this show i was watching called "the game" (dont watch it its like highkey misogynistic and a bit racist and just overall so bad 😭) i wanted to rewatch it bc i used to watch it as a kid and now i realize how bad it was skdkd. but basically the bf is a pro football player while the gf is in med school and a certain plotline in the show inspired this 😁 also this is my first writing piece so pls be nice and feedback is appreciated!

heeseung slowly opened the front door to the apartment you and him shared, trying to be as quiet as possible since you were most likely sleeping. once he made it in he tip toe'd his way to your guys' bedroom. "did you have fun tonight hee?" you asked, while sitting on the couch with nothing but the lamp on. heeseung jumps, "holy shit you scared me! baby what are you doing up? come on let's get you to bed."

he walks over and tries to give you a kiss. you turned your head down only allowing him to press it to your forehead. you were pissed. actually, you were beyond that. words could not describe what you were even feeling at the moment.

you get up from the couch and stand before him, "you didn't answer my question. did you have fun tonight hee?" heeseung is perplexed by your tone. you sounded... hurt? angry? annoyed? all of the above? he tried to proceed with caution, racking his brain of all the possibilities of why you could be acting like this.

"uh... yeah babe, i had a lot of fun tonight. sorry i stayed out so late by the way. you really didn't have to wait up for me, you're probably tired." he was hopeful this was the right answer. it's gotta be, right? all you could do was stifle a cold laugh.

why the hell were you laughing? what was so funny? heeseung can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his skin was turning hot. you had never once acted this way in all of the years you guys had been together. it may not seem like a big deal to others, but you had always been so caring and sweet towards him.

even when you guys were arguing, your soft voice never changed. this was new. this was scary. you had a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes now and it seemed like you were staring into his soul.

"yeah heeseung. it's 2 am," you say sounding almost condescending, "but no i'm not mad that you stayed out so late. i mean i WAS, but after someone sent me a little something i realized there are worse things to be mad about." suddenly your phone is shoved into heeseung's hands. his jaw dropped. no. there's no way.

"who sent you this?! wait no it doesn't matter baby you can't believe this can you?" he reaches out for you but you pull away and start walking towards the front door to gather your jacket and bag, "so you're not even going to try to deny it? huh. i guess my friends were right." it makes him sick how you seem so calm on the outside, your words and actions treating this like one big joke while he's freaking out. he'd rather you be a crying, screaming mess than whatever behavior you're exhibiting at the moment.

you turn back around to him, "you think i don’t know who you’re giggling with on the phone while i’m sitting in the room studying for hours? that i’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not making out with her in that video? that i’m blind enough to not see the heart eyes you two make at each other while in the same room?” your words drip with venom and they shoot heeseung straight in the heart.

he feels like the room is spinning and he wants to faint. he wants to go up to you and hold you and tell you that she doesn’t matter, that you’re the only important thing in his life. but that’s not what happens. heeseung is too wrapped up in the moment to admit his wrongs.

frankly, he’s disgusted with himself and at a loss for words right now. he wants to convince not only you but more importantly to himself that he didn’t do anything wrong. and so he does. what comes out of his mouth next are words he’d soon regret. “WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO YN?! i’ve been so lonely lately because you’re so wrapped up in school and she’s THERE FOR ME. she’s been there when you weren’t. i wouldn’t have made out with her if YOU were at the afterparty with ME like i asked you to! we won four fucking awards tonight and i just wanted my girlfriend there to celebrate with me.”

and just like that, you snap. the jacket and bag in your hands are now thrown to the ground and heeseung flinches. “YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?! i told you i have an exam tomorrow there was no way i was going to that damn party.”

tears are blurring your vision and your breath is becoming uneven. you don’t even recognize the man standing in front of you. “i have a life too heeseung. while you’re out chasing your dreams so am i. do you even acknowledge the sacrifices i have made for you over the past five years? tell me, was she there for you when you first became a trainee? was she crying for you every fucking episode of i-land? was she there every step of the way supporting your career?!"

heeseung doesn’t speak. he doesn’t move an inch yet his brain is moving a million miles per minute. he knows you’re right. he knows that you decline going out with your friends so you can wait for him to come home from practice. that your life only revolves around school and him. and he’s so eternally grateful for you. his heart yearns to express all the love he has for you and that he fucked up so badly. he just wants to fast forward to the part where you guys work through it and everything is okay again.

but that time is never going to come because you walk up to him with a heavy heart, placing the promise ring he gave you all those years ago in his hands.

he stares at the pretty diamond that shines in the moonlight, the only thing illuminating the darkness that’s consumed the space you both once filled with love. “i hope she was worth it,” you say as you open the door and walk out into the cold night. leaving heeseung and all of the memories of your relationship behind.

#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#fakeuwus #heeseung enhypen #enhypen fic #heeseung fic #heeseung angst #enhypen angst #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enha #fanfiction #fanfic

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idiotthatdrawsakaartist · 7 months

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Pocket mirror/ Little goody two shoes thoughts

i discovered Pocket mirror back in 2017, a year after it's release and ive been hooked ever since. I used the game to vent allot as a child. I was 12 when i discovered it, im 18 now. older and far wiser ide say, which is kinda funny because back in the old pocket mirror days we didnt know much. I was on the cusp of teenage hood, and now on the cusp of adult hood we get the full picture. any who the games themselves !

Pocket mirror

Pocket mirror is the unloved middle child and im so pissed. The writing is fantastic, the visual story telling and puzzles enforce the story and are fun to see/ go through. The mc is strange in the fact that she's quite bland but by the end of the game we get a good picture of who Goldia actually is, which is great. I have no complaints what so ever. Which is why it pisses me off when people ignored the og game AND goldentraum.

And sadly enough, at the end of the day the reason it's not as popular is because of its asthetic. Analog horror is not that popular but cottage core? that shit rivals Regina George in popularity so Little goody two shoes got more popular. Plus it has more of an open world feel than PM. I just want Pocket mirror to get her flowers, stop sleeping on this game and play it. Or watch it please i love this game so much.

Goody little two shoes !

this game is basically : Pocket mirror left you with questions huh? time to answer them!

that's it, i love the information we get, the character arc, the fact that we get a full picture of Elise. I used to hate her because we didnt know anything about her as person beyond sacrifing her daughter for cash. Now i relate to her quite a bit and she's such an interesting mc. It is annoying that she ignored the golden girl's warnings doe , like girl is getting bad vibes, red flags, warnings ect.. the whole game but acts like she has amnesia and doesn't acknowledge them, probably because if she did we would end up with more than 10 endings and Astral shift propular doesn't have the money to afford the assets for more then 1O endings

i have allot to say about these games, i love these games so much and i hope Astral shift keeps making great games. And while i may be salty that pocket mirror is under Little goody two shoes shadows, i am happy astral shift is finally starting to gain the attention they deserve

#pocket mirror #little goody two shoes #opinion

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l-starlight-l · 1 year

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The love of a Hero

An Old Friend

Previous: Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4

A/n: here’s a new story for ya! This time with the star Dick Grayson!!!!

Warning: Fight, Wounds

Description: You catch up with an old friend in the city over dinner and cookies.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

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This was the first time you had lived in the city alone but not the first time living in Gotham. A long time ago, you had run away from home. You were an angry teenager and needed to find comfort somewhere other than your home. Some close friends, basically your second family, lived in the city. You stayed with them for little over a year, it took awhile to convince them to let you stay but they did. It was one of the happiest times of your childhood, you belonged with these people. Of course that didn’t last forever and you left, or more so was taken from them.

As you hurried to clocked out from your night shift your pocket buzzed. Dick was calling your phone, you held the phone to your ear. “What’s up” you greeted him.

“You free?” He sounds like he’s moving around.

“Yeah I just got off work” you answered honestly

“I’m about to finish up a job, do you wanna hang out after?” He asked feeling a little guilty about not seeing you sooner.

“Oh have you finally made time for me” you say a tiny bit annoyed because he’s been blowing you off since you’ve moved.

“Hey come o-“ there’s a loud grunt and a slam through the phone. “Oh that one hurt” he whinces

You laugh softly, “I’ll make you dinner, stop by my place when your done” you reply with a smile.

“You’d make such a good wife” he jokes and you roll your eyes

“In your dreams, boy wonder” you press the red “end call” button and hurry home.

An hour later there’s a knock on you window. You jump not expecting it, turning to face the window you see dick all beat up waving at you like an idiot. You unlock the window and let him in. “Took you long enough” you mutter hands on your hips. He starts walking into the kitchen, “I made your favorite”.

Dick makes a dramatic stop and takes in a big whiff of the air, “cookies!” He exclaims like a child. You laugh to yourself, he hasn’t changed in the years you’ve been gone.

“I just put them in there so it’ll be awhile” you say reaching for your first aid kit, “let me clean you up, I have some of your old clothes but idk if they’ll still fit it’s been a long time since I saw you” he’s definitely grown in the years you’ve been gone. You look him up and down, you can tell that his new “job” has done wonders for his body. You’re face heats up, he is friend, just my friend. You quickly turn and go grab his clothes.

You two eat and catch up, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen each other in person. The last few years have been filled with texts and long phone calls. It felt good to be in each others presence again. He’s been your best friend since diapers and knows everything about you.

“How’s your new job treating you” he asks in between shoving his mouth.

“I’ve only been there two weeks but I’m really enjoying it” you smile to yourself thinking about your new job. “How’s being a vigilante” you say with a raised brow.

He smiles, “it has its ups and downs, as you know” you give him a look and he quickly changes the topic. “So how’d you get Alfred to give you his cookie recipe” he smirks.

You laugh and roll your eyes. “That recipe is between me and him, you never gonna get” you both laugh. You don’t get to spend as much time with him as you wanted. He gets called back into “the field” pretty earlier into the night. You hug goodbye and he descends back out the window.

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altschmerzes · 1 year

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part of a scene that, among other things, contains some of the thoughts and story i’ve built up in my head around roy kent and his sister, written for an upcoming chapter of my fic the same story. kinda rough and as yet unedited but. thinking about it a lot and wanted to share-

Thinking about Sunderland is never easy. Roy has avoided ruminating on that particular neurosis of his too directly, so he’s not really sure why, just that whenever he directly returns to that period of his life he feels strange and distant, shying away on instinct. It’s like there’s some wounded animal in him and Sunderland puts a floodlight square on it, throwing its every raw nerve and aching defect into sharp relief. Still, Roy won’t let himself avoid it now. Sunderland is important to this part of the story, and for some incomprehensible, stubborn reason, he needs Sharon to understand this. It feels vitally important that she get it.

“We were both so small when I left,” he says. “Sarah and I. We were so little, and then I was gone, and our relationship really took a hit. There were… Fuck, I mean, there were years where I felt like I barely knew her at all. We were basically strangers.”

Profoundly uncomfortable and not finding this any easier the longer the conversation goes on, Roy rolls his shoulders and reaches up, cracking his jaw. He looks out over the empty training field, shuffles his shoes on the ground just for something to do, and tries to find a way around it. Saying more. There isn’t a way around it, though, because there’s a reason he’s saying this shit and that isn’t all of it. There’s more, it’s more than just the way that Roy had gone off to Sunderland and come home months later to find a girl he didn’t recognize in the room where he’d last seen his best friend.

“It was all… I did that. She needed me and I wasn’t there,” he grinds out finally. The words hurt, and Roy clears his throat. It doesn’t help. He rolls his shoulders again and can’t get rid of the tight feeling in his chest. “They were just… It’s like I said. They never really- really liked her, you know? They were critical. Never happy with nothing Sarah ever did, it was never enough for them, and I wasn’t there. I just… wasn’t there. I’m never fucking there, not when it matters.”

The air is heavy and thick. Roy shakes his head, still looking out over the grass and not at the person he can barely see in his peripheral vision. He’s talking about Sarah, but it’s about more than Sarah, and they both know it. Jamie haunts this conversation like a fucking ghost. Coventry haunts it too. It’s all mixing together in his head, has done all week, so much summed up in that sentence.

Sarah and their parents and Sunderland and Jamie and Coventry and James Sr. and Trent fucking Crimm and his fucking article.

I’m never fucking there, not when it matters.

Sharon hums. She’s still and steady, at a sharp contrast to the way Roy can’t stop fidgeting like he’s trying to escape his own body. Eventually, she takes pity on him.

“You speak about your sister as if the two of you are quite close now. What changed?”

“Phones, I guess. As soon as she had access to one, as soon as we both did reliably, she started calling me every night - and I mean every night. When I didn’t answer, she’d leave me messages. Long ones, tell me everything that happened that day, no matter how little or stupid. I thought she was doing it to annoy me, at first, then maybe because she wanted to be closer to me or something. Maybe missed me, missed how it was when we were small.”

Teenagers by then, they still hadn’t seen much of each other. Even so, Roy can picture her in his mind so clearly. Sarah’s hair had been longer and she never bothered much with it, letting it grow in wild curls, and she’d been as much of a punk as she could get away with under their parents’ roof. The first time they’d seen each other since the calls started, it couldn’t be more different than the stretch of silent, bristling years after he’d left for academy. Roy had gotten out of the car, turning to thank the parents of the mate he’d gotten a ride down to London with, and when he turned back around, he’d nearly been knocked over.

If he closes his eyes and thinks hard, Roy can still feel it. Sarah’s arms around his neck so tight he could barely breathe, the almost panicked pattern of her rough breathing. He’d been bewildered and frozen for a moment, and then it was like every feeling he’d shoved down and suffocated over the years alone at Sunderland came surging back at once and he’d grabbed onto her with a jolting gasp that just barely wasn’t a sob. He hadn’t felt that young and small and desperate in years, and he still can’t remember ever feeling quite like that since. Roy’s shaking hands had dug hard into Sarah’s back and hers left permanent warped striations in his shirt, and they’d held onto each other like they would drown if they let go, both of them breathing like they’d been drowning, too.

Probably because they had been.

“You don’t think that’s why any more? To annoy you, or because she missed you?”

Roy nods. He shivers, an involuntary reflex of a system trying to shake off the echo of how he’d felt that day. There’s some small amount of some kind of grit at the bottom of his jacket pockets, the accumulation of daily wear, and the grains of it are coarse against the tips of his fingers. It helps him feel more present, which is good.

“I think she was just lonely,” he says. There’s no hurt in it, no bruised ego involved in the conclusion he’s reached after years of pondering that abrupt jackknife out of estrangement and into daily contact. “Maybe it mattered that I got it, that she didn’t have to explain things to me that I already knew, maybe it was a bit about me, but I think mostly she was lonely, at first. And I didn’t really care, honestly. I was too. So that’s how it changed. When she started making those calls, that was the beginning of us… Being what we are, now.” The beginning of the two of them grabbing onto each other and hanging on. Keeping each other’s heads above the water. “Ever since then, no matter what I’ve had, or not had, I’ve always had Sarah. And no matter what, she’s always had me.”

#gav gab #ted lasso #roy kent #writing liveblog #fic: the same story #fuck it tagging it i guess #have whatever this is

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onskepa · 11 months

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Unlitsa ch 2

Alright here is chapter 2! If some of yall are just seeing this one first! here is the previous chapers! Uniltsa series . Enjoy!

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[first pov]

Apparently I am a smartass in this world. Since I was the one who made the inhaling implants on the humans here. So why do I feel like a dumbass at the moment. I have no idea what each foods are, and scared they would taste something I might not like. "here uniltsa! got your favorites!" tuk says to me as she brings a leaf full of some fruits and other things. "ah...thanks tuktuk" the kids eyes light up with that nickname. So that's good.

Tuk is so cute up front! but from what I remember, she was still short but almost as tall as spider. So why is she a little more shorter? I could never ask what year this is. I would look rather dumb. Last thing I need is people questioning me. But so far, not many noticed my odd behavior.

So far so good.

[third pov]

Uniltsa took her time in eating eat item carefully. While the taste was something familiar, but was still a bit skeptic one some things. Lo'ak saw her eating her food slowly. "you sure you're ok?" he looks at her concerned. "Usually you're eating as quick as you can".

Uniltsa blinked a few times before respond, "sorry, I just have a lot in my mind right now". Lo'ak scooted closer, their shoulders touching. Feeling concerned he looks into her eyes, scanning for something. Knowing her since birth, he can basically read her mind. This time however. Whatever she is thinking about. He cant detect.

"you alright? if you're sick I can take you to grandma to fix you up" he suggests. Uniltsa just shook her head. "no no, I am fine really" she smiles up at him, but it looks more of a nervous smile.

Lo'ak wasn't ready to drop it but stopped asking. Every since this morning his friend sure has been acting odd.

Later on lo'ak took uniltsa out to do their stuff when every time they pass a flower, a pretty rock or a water stream, uniltsa has to stop to look at it. "I swear, you look at all of this its your first time" lo'ak says while crossing his arms.

Uniltsa once again stopped to look at some pretty large flowers. Admiring their beauty.

"w-well yeah! Sometimes when you do things over and over you forget to notice some details" she replies quickly. Lo'ak merely shrugs. "Well are you done? I want to get there while we still have daylight". Uniltsa sighs silently and continues on their path.

Trying to play it cool, she asks "I forgot, where are we going again?". Lo'ak answers, "weird of you to forget but we're going to the long river to collect some beads. Tuk's birthday is in a few days so as we gotta find the best of the best stone for her".

Tuk's birthday? From what uniltsa, tuk was 8 at the start of the second movie. And she is smaller when looking face to face....so how far back did she go?

"right right. Ummmm....I honestly don't know what to give her" she says, literally not knowing what to give her. Lo'ak huffs a bit with a smirk. "Come oooon, you always give her the best stuff, tch, I remember you gave her a empty shell of a bead and she still has it! I swear tuk loves you more than her own siblings".

"jealous?" Uniltsa smirks teasingly. She noticed lo'ak's tail swish in a certain way. But looking at his face, seems she is sort of right.

puffing his cheeks a bit, looking slightly annoyed.

"no" his ears gave away.

Smiling more, she points at lo'ak, "you so are! Cant help it if tuk loooooooves me!!" she giggles out. Lo'ak smiles a bit too. Seeing his friend go back to how she usually acts. "whatever! lets just go!" he stomps the way further.

Grinning to herself she follows him. She takes her time in the path was because while mentally she doesn't know any parts of the forest, her body does. It is very familiar with the forest and its like by instinct to know where to go. Perhaps that is something she can rely on while still figuring out in what year she is in.

But during the mean time, hanging out with lo'ak, her fictional crush, is turning out to be a lot of fun.

And that is it for this chapter! Hope you all liked it! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @deathislame , @mochacoffeeumai26 , @shit-i-say-shit-i-think , @tojisleftarm

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This morning I left a long comment on a Facebook post by my dead friend's mom where she said she isn't ready to arrange a life celebration yet, and she urges people to keep sharing her daughter's memory. I had been meaning to do this for a month, but I often find Facebook too annoying to use just in UI/UX terms, and I had developed some sort of ridiculous paranoia that people would find out that I might have been the last person to speak to my friend, and that I was standing outside her apartment expecting her to let me in while she was dying. I fantasized that I would have to account for that somehow, to comb through details that I'm sure wouldn't be useful to anyone, and explain why I didn't do more when she strangely didn't come to the door or answer my texts. I still don't know what happened to her.

I reached out to the only acquaintance we shared in common, who was one of her roommates when we were neighbors. He regarded her as his best friend and has been completely shattered by this, especially as it came a year after the death of his ex-girlfriend, who who acted as their kind-of third musketeer. Privately I got a pretty good impression that he drove my dead friend nuts, but I wouldn't know if that was just a part of their "old married couple" dynamic or if they had a truly one-sided relationship. I guess you just don't always get to know how your dearest loved ones really think of you, and in fact maybe you shouldn't. He was the person I had asked to check up on her the day that she died, and he was the only person I could think to ask what happened to her, although I was afraid to. He texted me a detailed download of all the sad things that have happened to him since she died in September, and then he said he would have to wait until his day off to answer my question. I haven't heard from him and I don't think I'm going to. I'm sort of sorry I asked.

Tangentially: It struck me recently that cause of death has become the final frontier of privacy. This is fascinating to me, considering the constant state of overexposure in which most of us live. I've had several experiences in the past few years of someone dying--a casual acquaintance, a friend more than 3 degrees of separation away, a minor celebrity with a cult following in which I participate--and I just had no way of finding out what happened. These have been rare cases in which Google had nothing, not even a rumor; in the present case I was able to unearth the record of an arrest I had never heard about, but nothing about the death. Obviously if you're Michael Jackson or Prince or something then all bets are off, but below that line, if the bereaved don't choose to broadcast the cause or manner of death, then you'll just never find out what those things could have been. I'm thinking right now of another friend of mine who, we all tended to agree, had committed suicide, which was absolutely in-character for her as far as I was concerned...but at the same time, there were compounding factors that made her true level of deliberation ambiguous. I sometimes wish I could talk to someone about it, but I'm afraid it would just hurt her survivors pointlessly to hash it out. In her case, I just have to choose what I want to believe.

Anyway.

My plan that day had been to get a quick haircut before I went to London to record a commentary track for a new release of THE AMITYVILLE HORROR, based on my research into the creation of its mythology. This opportunity had come by way of a strange coincidence, and it seemed to justify the grueling self-directed project I had made out of it for the past several years. As I was preparing for my trip, which felt like the climax of a long journey with this subject, I started to feel silly about never having gone to Amityville to see the house. It's not an easy thing to justify; I'd basically be traveling for a total of 5 hours just to stand in front of the house long enough to annoy whoever lives there. But it felt like something I ought to do, as part of my devotion to the topic, so my plan was to see my friend for a quick trim, get on the Long Island Rail Road to do the thing, then return as fast as possible to pack in time to leave the house at 4am the following day. When my friend didn't let me in, only an hour and a half after we'd texted, and I waited around for 25 minutes in the boiling heat in case she had stepped out for coffee or something, before finally coming to terms with the fact that she flaked on me while I was preparing for a stressful international trip, I got all agitated and couldn't bring myself to do the rest of my plan. I've still never seen the Amityville house.

But later, after I found out what had happened, I was glad I didn't go. I imagined the alternative timeline: I went to my friend's apartment for a trim, couldn't make contact with her, went to see the legendary house where six people were brutally murdered and where, according to countless books and movies and podcasts etc, demonic possession took hold--and then I came home to discover that my friend had suddenly and mysteriously died. It would have been impossible for me not to connect these things. Not that I'm so eager to believe in curses; in fact my work has mostly focused on why belief in the supernatural has been easier to achieve than the availability of help for sufferers of mental illness, drug addiction, and domestic violence. But I'm not a hardcore skeptic either, which is exactly why this story has been so meaningful to me. We can't identify true mysteries if we don't train ourselves to analyze real-world events, and the reasons why certain events attract certain monstrous interpretations. For me this kind of training is urgently important, because I'm given to certain strains of magical thinking and I have to be vigilantly aware of what motivates my behavior and convictions. The circumstantial connection between my friend's unexpected death, and my plans for that day, could have proven irresistible to me.

Even now, obviously, I am connecting my plan to visit the cursed house at 112 Ocean Avenue to my friend's abrupt passing. The connection isn't as corrupting as it would be if I had put my feet on Amityville soil that day, but the experience I am currently having tells me exactly how potent this influence could have been at maximum. All my work has been about belief, where beliefs come from, what they do to us personally, even neurologically. I'm haunted by things I used to believe and where those beliefs came from, why I was so vulnerable to them, to the point of complicity in my own destruction. I'm sympathetic to people who believe in things that seem dicey, or in things that offer a seductive reward that outstrips the need to weigh evidence and consequences. But I believe that in many, perhaps most cases, skepticism is just as much of a belief system as faith. Hard evidence always looks that way as long as hard evidence is what you're looking for, an impression that seduces you away from noticing what personal choices you are making in the curation of your worldview. And at the risk of being overly cryptic, I have come to believe that people are only capable of perceiving that which they already believe in, whatever that might consist of. In any case, if you are really paying attention, you begin to notice that you find true proof of things less often than you simply have to prejudicially choose what you believe. These days I have tried to make agnosticism into a discipline, but at the moment I am consciously choosing to believe that my friend did not die in connection with a curse. And I am consciously acknowledging the fact that if that day of my life had gone as originally planned, it could have had a much graver impact on my experience of the death.

#no unsolicited advice please

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Ice's death in tgm left me in a weird place mentally too. I have zero complaints with the movie itself. Its my own feelings Im trying to untangle - to see ice die from the thing that's made val so sick. It was a respectful send off for the character but it also makes me feel some kind of way considering val's situation. I also wanted to ask you if you dont mind since youve been a val fan longer, what according to you are the most striking things youve observed about him?

I understand completely. It's ... I don't know, maybe it was cathartic for him. I wonder what Jack and Mercedes felt, fake attending their own father's funeral after he fake dies from the thing that actually made him so sick and has completely altered his life ... Who knows, maybe they're all more emotionally well-adjust than we are.

Oh, Val. Come with me, I have a feeling this is going to be a long one.

The Artist

First off: I believe Val Kilmer is the most underrated actor of his generation. And I'm not alone in thinking that. While doing research for my thesis, I came across a number of people in the industry who describe him exactly that way. I also read an extremely unkind article that posited him as "the failed Tom Cruise," and in addition to just being kind of ugly, it kind of misses the point of Val altogether. Val Kilmer never wanted to be a movie star. Val wanted to be an actor. From his days at Juilliard and decades after that, Val considered acting to be a serious art, and what he wanted as a professional was to explore that art and challenge himself. He wanted to do Hamlet. (And he did, in 1988 at the Colorado Shakespeare Festival. But that was his goal since he was a teenager, when he started pursuing acting formally.)

Some people he has worked with have called him difficult, but at the center of these accusations, I read Val trying to do his job well. The directors of Top Secret!, Val's first film role, complained that he asked them for more direction, and that, "this really isn't that kind of movie." Val was 23 years old. He had just graduated from Juilliard a few years earlier. He was doing what he was taught to do, and he was trying to do it well. As an actor, expecting a director to direct you seems ... like what their job is? IDK. In the '80s and '90s, he got cast in some leading man type roles because he looks like that, but if you look at his filmography, he's also choosing smaller, meatier or more complicated roles, or roles that let him work with people he wanted to work with. At the same time as he was playing Batman in the highest grossing movie of 1995, he was shooting Heat because he wanted to work with Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino. (When they approached him for the role, they told him they couldn't pay him much above day rate, what can we do to keep you? and he was going to do the movie anyway because he wanted to work with the cast and crew, but he asked, "Can I be on the poster?" and that is an answer to a question that you didn't ask, but that is why Chris Shiherlis is so large on the Heat poster.)

Curious

This is related, but Val has an insatiable curiosity. He is always trying to learn new things, not only about acting, but about other forms of art, about the world around him. There are many stories of Val trying to learn from his colleagues on movie sets; he annoyed Sam Shepherd enough with his questions on the set of Thunderheart that Sam basically told him to fuck off, but he also spent a lot of time speaking to Chief Ted Thin Elk, less about acting and more about his life experience and his experience as an Indigenous person, something Val has a lot of curiosity about because he was told his whole life that his paternal grandmother was full Native, but that was really as much as he'd been told. (I think that probably helped him get into Ray Levoi's shoes, and his performance in that film is one of his subtlest, so much said with expressions or posture or the way he holds the silence... ugh, don't get me started, Ray.)

And his curiosity has shaped his life and his career. He wanted to explore what he could do with his voice, and eventually found he was able to mimic Jim Morrison's voice so well that members of the band couldn't tell Morrison's tracks from Val's. In The Doors, he sang live on film, take after take. That's ... it's a little insane, in a very Val Kilmer kind of way. When he lost his voice, he started discovering ways he could act without it, and he started new ventures with other kinds of art.

Spiritual / Loving

Val's faith is an important part of his life. I admit to not knowing much about Christian Science, but I have read and heard Val talking about how he understands faith and his relationship with the world, and the word that he uses is Love. He seems to genuinely have an incredible relationship with his children. He's just constantly delighted by them, and he loves them so, so much. And I think that he views the whole world with an open heart, and that he loves more than just his family or his work or his faith: He loves the wonders of nature, and animals, and he loves art and the whole world, really. He has a sense of childlike wonder that is unexpected and refreshing in the hard, cynical world we live in. He finds beauty and fun and hope in so many things. In his memoir, Val quotes his then-wife Joanne Whalley as saying, "You have a crush on everything." And he admits that he does. And you get that sense from him. When I went to meet with him, he was incredibly kind and caring and curious and warm. He didn't have to meet with me. He agreed to for his own reasons. After he greeted me, he asked me why I wrote the book, why him, and when I explained it to him, he seemed genuinely touched. I thanked him for getting me through a rough time in my life, and he took my hand in his and squeezed it, and just inclined his head. This was after he'd gotten sick, but before he got the stoma, so he could speak, but I could tell it was difficult, and I imagine now that it was probably painful. His handler has asked me to bring several copies of the book, and I did, and I had one for Val, which he accepted very graciously, and the rest I was going to give to his handler because she hadn't said what she wanted them for, but she said no, keep those, and Val insisted on signing them all. He had a little vase with a yellow rose in it in his room, and he insisted on signing the vase for me, as well, and giving me both the vase and the rose because, "Women should have flowers." And he made sure we got a picture together, which I hadn't even thought of, because it was just a private meeting, like, in his space, but he wanted to give me that. I'm an empath, and I pick up on people's emotions really, really easily, and at no point did I ever get anything from him that wasn't warm and caring. He had never met me before. He only knew I existed for a few months. But he went out of his way to be kind to me, to make me feel heard and appreciated. That is a rare thing.

#asks answered #tgm spoilers #val kilmer #personal #the kilmer cure

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 6 months

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Pretty good answers thank you! :D got some more

1: what’s the best Christmas gift they ever gotten?

2: for this year, what gifts do they really want?

3: when they are with their families, who puts the Star on top?

4: what’s their favorite & least favorite Christmas song?

5: what’s the greatest revenge they gotten on a bully?

6: what’s their opinions on guns? Also I can see them wielding special non-lethal guns similar to red hoods that they can charge their darkness & starbolt energies into. Chris has a blue gun with either the Nightwing symbol on the rear grip or maybe a charm kinda like in call of duty & Jake has a yellow or maybe blue too with his symbol on the gun or charm.

1. Chris: His own custom made blue and orange cape with the House of El symbol on the back stitched up by Martha, Clark and Jon when he was 10. He cried tears of joy as it was further proof that they’re his real family

Jake: The Skybird suit, made by both Alfred and his Father when he was 9. At first he wonder why the boots seemingly lacked the steel toes like in his older prototype suits, only to discover they were inside the boot safely so that he had that enhanced kicking power yet they look even more stylish.

2. I would like to think of the two being humble enough so that they aren’t too demanding for their gifts….that being said, if the Duo receive the entirely of Dragon Ball, from the original to Super, as DVDs/Blu, Ray, they very much would appreciate it

3. Chris: Jon and him playfully do an arm wrestling contest, 2 out of 3, in deciding which one has the chance to put up the tree Star. By the time Chris edges out a second win though, Krypto already beat the two to it

Jake: Both Mar’i and him put up the Star together, floating up to the top with each of them carefully holding a side of the Star as it’s made of precious Tamaranean jewels on its eight points and a sturdy yet easily to dirty metal. It’s a traditional they’ve been doing since Jake was around six when he began to float in the air successfully, always capped off with Dick taking a photo of the two just as the star is put into place.

4. Chris - Favorite: ‘Wonderful Christmastime’ by Paul McCartney; as per usual given it’s written by a Beatle and the fact it’s just a catchy joyful melody bell never get tired of

Least Favorite: ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ by Mariah Carey; frankly, not much to say here other than it’s over played to Chris’ liking everywhere he goes

Jake - Favorite: ‘You’re a Mean One, Mr Grinch’ by Thuri Ravenscoft and Dr Seuss; true Jake can never in his entire lifetime ever reach that legendary Deep Sound in singing it but the poetry, the instruments and just the gleeful tone of the whole thing gets him so excited whenever it comes on

Least Favorite: ‘We Are Santa’s Elves’ from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer; having about one or few adventures with Chris that involve meeting Santa himself along with the eleven working with him, he will not stand this misrepresentation of Elf kind if he can help it. Plus the song itself is relatively annoying

5. Easily the time they suited up and during a school dance night, when a bully who earlier that week took Jake’s lunch money and proceeded to embarrass him via reading his diary out loud in class, the two waited until said bully was all by himself right outside the auditorium building, proceeding to wrap his ankles with a grapple line, dangling him upside down and Jake gives his best batglare while Chris lays down the terms. Basically, back off from any of his victims and give back their lunch money if he still has them. The bully tries claiming innocence, with his rambling saying “I swear to..” onto for Jake to interrupt with a classic “Swear To Us” before bungee dropping the bully with his grapple line. That was enough to convince the bully, who by wet himself in fear, to start changing his ways. It was good enough for Jake who then let him back down gently flat on his butt before taking off away.

6. Oh, They dislike actual real firearms with a burning passion, comparable to Obi Wan’s distaste for blasters. That said, those color schemes for those gadgets that can channel their respective energy powers into a compact form do sound fitting for them

Sorry it took a while but at least I got to them my friend

Thanks for your patience @gothicghost2000

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #christmas #mari grayson #jonathan samuel kent #sfw

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im-bored-so-i-draw · 5 months

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a lazy comic about my dinoverse oc? uhh idk

oc info below (if you are intrested ofc)

oh god its very long

jameson heelshire (obv ref)

this is a dinoverse oc (because lately a certain friend of mine has been drawing me into this neat game and honestly i love it), based from brahms heelshire (duh). instead of him being a rat wall (which my oc actually also has a room in the walls but just simply doesnt live there), its his 'wife' that lives there. or so he thought. or so i thought. idk man she maybe lives in the walls or just straight up dead it'd be a mystery instead ig. im more leaning to shes living in the walls, but she is scared of jameson. more to that yes.

i was intending to make him killed his wife but im still contemplating to make the continuation of it. is she dead? is she alive? if so is she in the walls? if she is what is the solemn reason she stays there? fear? or did jameson trapped him? i have more question of him its actually scary.

i know you guys would probably not read those sentences i made in like half to 4 am so i give you

bullets headcanons or just the timeline of his:

his parents is a really strict parents with high standards.

he is very pressured which shapes the personality of him that is perfectionist and doesnt really care for others. also he is very bad at delivering his actual emotion so he looks like a resting bitch face most of the time.

this causes many of his playmates just like naw mommy i dont want to play with this boy, hes real annoying.

and also he doesnt even have that many time to think about friendship anyways.

until this one playmate, a blond girl stayed long enough that when she stop showing up, jameson starts asking about her.

his parents is very thrilled about this that they literally begged the girl to comeback to the mansion.

actually the girl was just really curious about violins and other music instrument, and jameson is basically a walking band (actually its basically just piano, violin and flute mainly).

and jameson didnt expect that his parents would bring her back because he just asking where she went and was about to just continue on with his life.

well now they just like. hating each other. theyre like i didnt want this- AND SO AM I LEAVE ME BE!!!

they have 3 years age gap fyi idk

more and more years passed and jameson doesnt really have a friend other that this girl and they know each other too well now.

they memorized each other habit on the back of their head and often use each other (?)

that girl has a lot of problem with her friends since she become jameson playmate so she often use his name to slip away from her friend group. which they idk kinda judgemental to everyone.

and jameson uses her name as an excuse from his BUSY schedule. also she knows a lot about him WHICH his parents dont.

yeahh and so he come to success by being a professional violinist and that girl is like, prepared to be his bride??????

i mean she doesnt mind anymore but like

WAIT ME????? I DONT WANT TO BE A BRIDE IN LINE idk idk

well jameson did something about it and her parents let her do her own things BUT YOU ARE STILL MARRYING JAMESON

she like yeah yeah and go venture on her own idk making a shop or working in the government.

this sounds like a kingdom lovestory BUT IT IS NOT o have found the answer

she is working as *drumroll queue* administration for the voorhees company. (is that right i feel like voorhees is a company there)

nothing bad happened dont worry

instead of being invested in music, she instead pursue the career of science because she sees the struggle jameson went through.

and shes not having any of that

jameson in the other hand is oh wow you learn this kind of things??

ok then after she went, this girl barely contacted anyone from his family

even jameson. oh EVEN JAMESON. she didnt even bother to send him regards or something. jameson too dont give a shit.

they occasionally meet each other at parties but like simple his and leaves

until jameson parent died. both of them. in the same time. in a weird but also not really.

then the girl hears about this and attends the funeral.

in which she meets jameson again, and he is not crying. at all.

he did cried on her so

long story short they bond with each other again and get married.

and this is where shits got fucked up (eventually) .

yeah so their interest is not really.. compatible for each other.

and both of them changed through out the years they have been seperated

and jameson is real different. especially after his parents death.

he become more secretive than ever. more aware of anything.

on one side its a good thing that he almost never let any inconvenience go unnoticed but there are a lot of things that goes noticed that shouldnt??

but its still the same jameson. the one boy who was so in love with music that its the sole reason he keeps up with the strict schedule of him.

even the girl is sorta changed?

they often broke into an argument over basically anything. misplaced stuff? jameson angry. opening some specific windows in the girl's room? shes pissed as hell. fortunately the mansion is big enough to contain their yelling.

whats unfortunate though is that of the same reason. nobody can hear the screaming.

years passed and theres about no news from these two since the beginning of chaos.

jameson keeps gatting more fame and his 'wife' is now forgotten.

everytime they asked about her he just simply say that shes fine and other sorts. it almost sounded like she is living a happy life as a wife.

oh and also

jameson is VERY manipulative. he can talk himself out of a situation. he can (practically) rizz someone up for his own.

this is caused by his parents. he lies a lot without ever getting caught. his technically mastered the art of bullshit his way through since his parents dislikes a slacking son.

anyways if this were a game, jameson would be those of 'and then there were none' kind of shit.

the back of his mansion is a river near a forest that many people use to slip away from G4

its not that he kidnap them or whatever but he VERY mind the noises.

he prefers people to stay away from his place. the noises makes his 'wife' disturbed. or so he said.

some survived.

has a friend that is a con artist who works in either voorhees company or myers company. probably a friend of his wife.

poor guy doesnt have anyone. oh sorry. his wife.

#dinoverse #dinoverse oc #WHAT MORE #help #comic #lazy comic #art

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feathered-moths-ablaze · 11 months

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I want to talk about the Retirement Arc (no not in a negative way calm down plz-)

Ok this will be a very different interpretation of it since I.. didn't watch the arc. My autistic ass saw the thumbnail of Ghost's Retirement and somehow got to the conclusion of "oh they're not making P.I.E videos anymore. :(" I don't know how I got to that but I did. Oops. Alot of what I know is from second hand sources, so if I miss out on anything important, I just didn't know it existed.

Anyways, Arc Time Yippee!

Ghost has had enough. He can feel his mental health hanging on by a thread, feel the drop coming closer day by day and he knows he needs a break. Problem is: he does not want to open up about his feelings to the others, including Toast. It'll lead to having to confront things he would rather not confront and he is not doing that with them! So he kinda just... Leaves in the middle of the night and doesn't tell anyone. He just needs to go now; can't stop or hesitate - he's going to collapse if he does.

Of course the next morning after he wakes up he opens his phone and sees the text from Toast asking where he is. Ghost can't bring himself to answer right now (still a bit eepy) so he doesn't, then forgets to reply until like a week later. shit.

He spends the next 10 months getting his shit back together while avoiding the others because he can't exactly give an answer to why he's been off the grid for this long. He knows he has to face them at some point but he... he just can't right now.

This is when I divert course to Headcannon Town

Of course he does come back at some point. It doesn't go well

Spooker is relieved but a little iffy and Colin is annoyed, but Toast? Oh he is pissed, and its not a surprise as to why. He's been gone for nearly a year, ghosted them throughout, and now expects him to be happy to see his face again? With no explanation in the first place?!

Toast chews him out for basically ditching all of them, and leaves Ghost feeling very much like he's been punched in the chest. Yeah they both have a bit of a cry later.

The next day he finally tells them why he did it. It doesn't exactly smooth everything over, but it does relieve some tension. He's not at speaking level with Toast though. Toast feels... complicated.

He is still angry, don't get me wrong, but how he just feels betrayed: yeah it explains why he left, but why didn't he tell him, the one closest to him, until now? Did he not trust them after everything they've been though? There's also some hints of sadness. He misses him, as much as he currently doesn't want to admit it.

Ghost also misses their bond, so he starts working to try to make up for it. Of course, it isn't easy to make up for nearly a year.

Spooker is the first to 'forgive' him (idk if forgive is the right word) and kept Ghost motivated to try and make amends. Yes I am giving Ghost and Spooker a positive relationship why not?

Next is Toast. Yep we're jumping straight to him they're both lonely and want their bond again

Ghost tell him why he kept quiet until now. He didn't feel strong enough to tell anyone at that moment, and as the months went on and he got the help he needed, he didn't feel ready to face them again after leaving so suddenly. So he didn't, and it builded and builded until he couldn't take it anymore.

Toast accepts this and they get on the path of being close again. It does take a few weeks but soon they're close again.

Colin is actually the only one who doesn't forgive Ghost. He had gotten ghosted pre- P.I.E, so having it happen again leaves a very sour taste in his mouth. While they're on alright terms now, it's not going to be like before, and Ghost is going to have to live with that.

Arc over woo!

This partly came to be because I was thinking of some Toastedghost angst about them having an argument but it's Toast who's angry instead of Ghost and the retirement arc seemed like the perfect set-up to that. But I knew jack-shit about what happened in it to bace and I am not a writer (English classes/exams killed any passion I had for writing)

Hope this turned out alright :>

#taleblr #johnny ghost #johnny toast #fred spooker #chris ghostie #p.i.e #retirement arc #woo I did alot of text :D

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I'm reading your anon messages and I love that you become a fringe/Anna guru... That is no one better for the title lol

And I kinda wanted to participate too hehe so... I just read the answer you give about season 4 and the hatred people had for Peter. I'm from that time, but I had forgotten how real it was. I was quite young while the fourth season was airing, and I always loved Peter and Polivia, but I have to admit that he annoyed me a bit at times hehehe, and I often felt like it wasn't the right time to focus on him, but today I don't know if that happened by the influence of what was happening in the fandom... Besides, I was so focused on the multiple theories that were floating around that I didn't fully enjoy that season. Recently, I rewatched the entire series, and it was great to just enjoy the journey already knowing the ending. I understood Peter's side much more and was able to see things in the character and in that season that I hadn't been able to see back then. I also can not express how much I agree with you that in the end, Peter was just a victim of multiple changes of paths from the writers and the bad execution of their ideas. I know that you're going to start rewatching it now... Do you have any expectations? (Some kind of revelation hehe) Or do you think your opinion will change about anything? Hope this doesn't upset you, I'm so excited that fringe fandom is active again! xx

Hiii! Thank you for your message, always happy to hear from other people who experienced the show live! ❤️

I am clearly VERY biased when it comes to Fringe and its characters, especially Peter and Olivia because I spent so many years of my life writing about them and their psyche, I can't untangle my own headcanons about them and their thought processes from what's actually canon. So I'll never claim my opinions to be sound or objective, they are definitely emotionally driven 😅

That being said, I do think the very very strong reactions/opinions that were all over the fandom back when the show was airing influenced us all who participated in it. Like, to this day, as I said before, I am incapable of reacting normally when people criticize some aspects of s4, even though they are *right* to do so, and I even agree with some of those things, rationally. Except that I am not rational at all when it comes to people being super harsh on Olivia and/or Peter in that season because, fandom trauma haha

I was actually thinking about how much/how well I remember the show, since I'm about to rewatch it after 6 years. I basically still remember the first 3 seasons by heart, I watched and rewatched them so much. But season 4? Some episodes, I only vaguely remember the plot 😂 Season 5 too, to an extent, but that's more because rewatching it back then was too painful and too closely linked to feelings of 'REMEMBER WHEN FRINGE ENDED AND YOU WERE HEARTBROKEN?'

I don't really have any expectations for my rewatch, save for the fact that I expect to be crying basically all the time. I've been waiting all week to start, and I keep randomly crying when I get thinking about some aspects of the show, especially the characters. Granted I'm hormonal but still, I'm slightly emotionally compromised, I feel like my 6 years of bottled-up feelings are bursting out, it's already been an interesting experience and I haven't even started 😂

I guess I'm most curious about how I'll handle season 4 now? I did rewatch it a couple of times after the show ended, but I hadn't really had any time to distance myself from all the BS lol. I don't expect my opinions to change much though, on anything. Like I said, I'm too wrapped up in old feels for me to be objective about anything xD

#strahostorv #hug!box #fringe rewatch 2023

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pt 2 electric boogaloo or whatever i didnt watch whatever that meme came from also these have a few more because i didnt want it to be as short since were missing like 2 other characters (cause yk i usually ask 4 or 5, its not favoritism i just like them to be even)

Maeko- 4, 7, 11, 22, 45, 51, 52, 55

Mania- 2, 8, 19, 25, 30, 45, 51, 53

love you :) I hope you feel better !!!

I'm feeling a bit better now that I have my distraction.

Maeko

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

I've mentioned a few times that Maeko was a softball player in high school and college, and that's definitely something she wishes she could do more often. She hasn't played in years, but she'd definitely like to have a reason to run without her life being in danger.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

"Ayo, who's funky kid is this!?" Even if she has all her kids, she can never shake the feeling that one of them has wandered off, and one of them might be in front of a stranger.

Let's be honest, pretty much everyone would say something relating to her kids. Kugo would know to pick whichever kid she's the most worried about at that moment, and Ahmya would likely just start crying.

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

"Who's your favorite child?"

You'd assume the correct answer is that she doesn't have a favorite, or that she loves all of her children equally, but Maeko actually has a bit that she's been using ever since she met Tamaki Amajiki. He's her favorite, and she will not elaborate.

But I will elaborate. Basically she met Amajiki when he started his work study with Fatgum, and he got along very well with her kids. So well that all of them immediately behave when he shows up, and they get unironically excited whenever they see him, even well into high school. So everyone in the Sakamata family knows that Tamaki Amajiki is her favorite child.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Maeko absolutely hates swimming. Which seems odd considering who her spouses are. Beach day is already a nightmare for Maeko, but as soon as someone suggest she go in the ocean, she's walking home no matter how far it is.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Oatmilk. She hates the taste, and the gross film that it coats her tongue in, and it's a much worse version of an already great milk alternative of almond milk. She won't judge you if you do like it, but if you thought you were doing something nice and bring her any coffee with oatmilk in it, she will hit you.

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Not so much a phrase as a facial expression that she does a lot that I struggle to write every time she does it. I feel like the expression is worth more than enough words. It's sort of one of those

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faces that she makes when she's stumped or slightly annoyed and can't do anything about it.

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Sometimes she doesn't have the time to wait for the facts, and has to go off a gut feeling, but any time she can wait for facts, she will.

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

You'd think as a private investigator, she'd actually enjoy extensive research, but if she could make literally anybody else comb through files, news sites, police reports, and records, she would pay them so much money. But unfortunately, she needs to know all that stuff and she can currently only trust herself to get that information and compile it in a way that makes sense to her.

Mania/Tara

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Very strictly. If I'm being entirely honest, the only reason she ever called Flynn a friend is because he proved exactly what he was willing to do to keep her alive and safe. The only other person she'll really consider a friend is Dr. Kostadinov for pretty much the same reason.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Even more strict than the term "friend." As you can imagine, vulnerability for her is extremely rare, and when it comes to ever letting someone know she’s comfortable enough around them to be vulnerable, she will likely second guess herself several times before she ever gets brave enough to say it.

19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Tara’s first solution would be to give them the silent treatment, in favor of trying to get the hell out on her own. If it’s a silly situation where it’s clear they have to work together in order to get out, she’ll only talk about how to get out, and blatantly ignore any efforts to talk about something else. If they specifically trapped her there so she couldn’t escape while they talked to her, you can imagine that they’re lucky if her answer isn’t violence. If her answer is to finally confront them, then it will likely be a massive showdown regardless.

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Tara always had a bias toward science classes, but her second love was actually horror media. She can track the horror genre to its beginning and she has several essays on the genre, including her pride and joy, the history of queer representation in horror media.

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

If she’s managed to mess something up in her profession of mechanical repair, then someone’s probably gonna die. If she managed to send something away and it blew up and killed someone, Tara would be absolutely destroyed. And her new profession of demon killing has very similar consequences. If she fails to kill something, it’ll either kill her, or go after someone else that can’t protect themself.

Now, personal guilt will very likely result in avoidance. Tara will outright ignore and avoid whoever she thinks she wronged until it's either too much, or they confront her about it.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Any red and white color scheme. It's easy to try and say that it's because the Lazarus facility used that color scheme, but honestly, Tara had hated it long before she ever met Dr. Hive. She just thinks it looks so stupid no matter how you slice it, and she will bully you about it.

She also just absolutely hates caramel. It's literally just sugar, and it's not even good. It's so much work for literally no flavor. It's nothing but sweetness and there's no way to balance it with any flavor that doesn't make her want to throw up.

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

I think "fuck" counts as a phrase considering how many different ways she uses it.

But specifically "I think the fuck not." I am disappointed with how few times I've actually managed to write it in.

53. Who would / do they believe without question?

Literally nobody, especially not as of now on the story. Even long into the future, not even her closest friends or lovers are beyond question. Her life is just too high stakes for there to be anybody that she trusts with no thought.

#doom oc #oc ask game #mha oc #switchblades #kugo x maeko #kugo sakamata x oc #doom slayer x mania #tara callaghan #tara callaghan x flynn taggart #kugo x maeko x ahmya #maeko onami

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You're it for me

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, some angst but mostly an overdose of fluff

Request: Okaay hiiii, so I have an idea for the song based fics, crash by clara mae screams JJ for me like it's just so fitting! Like I think the song it's pretty fluffy on its own and maybe some angst but I would love it to be just fluff JJ x reader moments in their relationship uh uh maybe reader's a kook

Summary: Basically some fluff moments in the relationship between JJ and y/n (not in chronological order)

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: this is my first fic based of a song, so I'm sorry if it's not good but I loved to make it, even tho my motivation was goneee and the ending feels rushed

A/N2: excuse me for the ugly lyrics. The sizes kept changing and I couldn't fix it since Tumblr is being annoying.

I knew everything about you, things you're keeping to yourself Every inch of your body has something to tell I know you don't trust your dad 'cause he never tried to understand Apologizing for his problems, then did it again

It was late at night and you were in bed with JJ. You laid with your head on his chest and your fingers were slowly trailing down his abs. Now and then you came across a bruise, stopped your fingers, placed a kiss on the spot, and then continued tracing.

JJ doesn't have the best home situation. His mother left when he was very young and his father is an alcoholic and a drug addict who physically and mentally abuses him.

When you and JJ were just friends, he once came to you in the middle of the night, after a fight with his father, covered in bruises and cuts. That's when you learned about the physical abuse, but you always had your suspicions. After that night, JJ opened up more to you and you slowly fell in love. You became his home.

"When will you stop going home J? I don't want to see you hurt anymore" you spoke softly.

"And then what? It's not like I can live anywhere else" JJ replied slightly raising his voice. His home life was still a difficult topic for him to talk about.

"That's bullshit, and you know it. You can come live with me. My parents wouldn't mind. Or you could live with John B. He is-"

"y/n, I love you and I appreciate you wanting to help but this is my problem to deal with. I know what is best for me so let me handle it myself"

"Ok, suit yourself" you rolled your eyes and moved to the other side of the bed, with your back facing JJ. You could hear him sigh. It hurt you that JJ wouldn't accept your help, but he was right. He'll have to deal with it himself. It was quiet for a couple of minutes before JJ spoke up.

"I can't just leave him y/n. As much as I want to, when I leave, he will be alone and I just can't bear with that. He is still my father."

"Well, that's kind of his fault then" you answered still slightly annoyed.

You heard silent sobs behind you. When you looked over your shoulder you saw that JJ was crying. JJ didn't cry often. You've probably only seen him cry once or twice before. He really didn't like to talk about his feelings so every time something serious came up, he always tried to laugh it off with some sort of joke.

You turned around and moved closer to JJ.

"I- I hate him y/n, I hate him so much. I wish he knew how fucked up he really is" JJ spoke between sobs.

"Baby" You brought him closer to you and he buried his face in your neck. "You have every right to leave him. Maybe if you leave him for good, he'll finally realize what he's doing" JJ started to cry louder and you pulled him even closer. "You deserve all the love in this world J"

"I just feel so weak when it comes to him, if I can't even handle him then how am I going to handle anything else in life"

You gently pulled JJ away from you and gripped his chin lightly so that he would look at you. "Remember when you told me you loved me for the first time and how scared you were of being in a relationship?" JJ nodded. "Well, it's been three years now and we're still in a loving relationship, so I think you're handling that pretty well" JJ gave you a weak smile but you knew he wasn't fully convinced yet. "And remember when you always said you would never graduate high school?" JJ smiled when he knew what you were trying to tell him. He was so proud of himself when he received his diploma last year. "So it's bullshit that you are not able to handle life. You're just not able to handle Luke but I mean who would?" you wiped his tears away and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek.

"Thank you for always being there for me y/n, I wouldn't know what to do without you"

"I'm not going to let you figure that out, I'll always be by your side" you reassured him. "Well, except when we are old I will obviously have to die before you because it's definitely not gonna happen that I will have to live without you so yeah sorry in advance" you rambled on which made the both of you laugh.

"Want to take a shower?" you asked.

"Only if you are joining me" JJ wiggled his eyebrows and you knew exactly what he meant.

"Fine"

I know you're afraid you'll become just like him But you treat me better than I ever did You make me nervous in the best kind of way It's nothing about you that I wanna change

Spaghetti, candles, and slow music on the background. You were having a date night with JJ at the Chateau. JJ kicked John B out earlier today so he could have this night with you alone. It was a perfect night so far but you noticed that JJ wasn't quite there.

"Is something wrong J?" you asked confused.

He shook his head and continued moving the spaghetti around his plate instead of eating it.

"Okay, there is definitely something wrong"

JJ usually eats his food within a minute, like some kind of eating machine, so when he doesn't want to eat, something is clearly going on.

"Do you think we have a future together?" he spoke sadly.

"Yes, why not?" you chuckled slightly confused.

"What if one day you meet someone better and you figure out that I'm nothing more than a stupid kid you can't have a future with?"

It was at that moment you remembered that JJ went home earlier today.

"Does this have anything to do with your dad? Did he say something about us?" you asked concerned

JJ only shrugged his shoulders and avoided eye contact with you.

You looked at him sadly. All you could wish for at this moment was that JJ could see himself from your point of view. You moved to his side of the table and sat beside him taking his hands in yours.

"Can you please look at me?" you asked in the softest way possible.

When he finally looked at you, with his beautiful ocean blue eyes, you'd swear you could cry at how sad he looked. Like he could break at any moment.

"Listen to me J, and don't interrupt me, okay. Can you do that for me please?" you rubbed your thumbs over his hands to comfort him.

He nodded.

"I love you so much J and it still keeps growing every day. You were the first guy who made me feel safe, feel loved, and made me feel special. I love how you take care of me, how you make me your number one priority. I miss you when you're not close to me, even if you just go to the bathroom for a few minutes. You are the first person on my mind when I wake up, and the last person when I go to sleep. Not to forget how annoyingly sexy you are, you don't even have to try. Even after 15 years of knowing you I still get nervous when I see you, when you touch me, when you look at me. Or how excited I get when you text me or ask me on a date. It's not even fair what you do to me, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I just can't see myself with anyone else. Imagine I have to share the bed with some other boy or kiss someone else" you scrunched up your face with disgust which made JJ chuckle.

"You're it for me J. You're the guy I dreamed about when I was a little girl. I would be the dumbest person in this world to leave you. I can't wait to start my future with you. Buy our own house, marry you and make cute babies, a mini JJ would be so fucking cute." you giggled. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me okay. Fuck everyone else. It's you and me, baby. Forever. I love you"

JJ had tears in his eyes. He didn't know how to respond to this. How to respond to so much love, the love he never received before he met you.

"I love you too baby" he spoke before he leaned in to kiss you. "So much"

Your place, late nights, Cigarettes and cheap red wine Heartbreaks, real life, Feels a little scary 'cause it's Good, it's actually good, Bad, It's never that bad You would still be, The best I ever had if we crash The best I ever had if we crash

It's not common for you to be at JJ's house. That's because of his father. JJ doesn't want anyone near Luke. Too afraid he will hurt the ones he loves. The last time you were at his place was probably almost a year ago. So tonight was an exception. Luke went away for a few days, the Pogues were chilling at the chateau and your parents were having dinner with friends at your house so JJ invited you to his place for a movie date. He had cleaned the whole house before you came, and by cleaning he meant hiding all the junk in a place where you wouldn't see it, and bought you wine because you don't really like beer. It's the little things like this that make you love him so much.

You were currently cuddled up on the couch with JJ, empty pizza boxes next to you, and in the midst of watching bohemian rhapsody. You've seen this movie two times now but it doesn't stop you from enjoying it and singing along every time. The songs just make you very happy. You could feel JJ stare at you, and when you looked at him confused he had the biggest grin on his face.

"Something on my face?" you laughed.

"No, just enjoying my view" he said while smirking.

"Well, your view is right there, not here" you pointed to the television.

"I know, but I rather watch you" he kissed your temple and you rolled your eyes.

"You are so pretty, you know that right?" he whispered in your ear.

"I mean, you tell me every day, so I guess it has to be true" you tried to be sarcastic but his comment made you nervous. You loved how he still has that effect on you.

JJ chuckled and pulled you closer. His eyes wander down to your lips. "Prettiest girl in the world" he whispered again before leaning in and kissing you passionately. You ran your hands through his hair to deepen the kiss. With one swift movement, JJ flipped the both of you over so that he was now on top of you. His lips made their way down to your neck, giving it sweet kisses and lightly sucking it. You could feel his erection against your thigh.

"J" you moaned softly. He looked up at you again and smiled. "So fucking perfect" he mumbled while leaving kisses on your chest, slowly moving to your breast and belly.

"J, stop teasing. I need you" you moaned again.

JJ smirked and moved his hands to the button of your jeans. "You are lucky I need you too baby"

I know you don't always believe me, it shouldn't be that hard to tell The next day you will find it easy to just be myself Driving in your car, speeding in the dark, we don't have to say much Telling me how bad you want me, but scared you'll mess up

It was late at night. JJ just picked you up from your work and he drove back to the Chateau. You have always felt very comfortable around JJ because you've known him for a long time now, but ever since the two of you started dating a few months ago, you couldn't help but feel more nervous around him. You knew JJ was never a relationship type before, so somehow you're still worried that he'll suddenly want to break up with you one day.

You looked out the window enjoying the beautiful view, large trees passing by quickly, and the pretty sunset when you noticed Harry's new song on the radio. You turned up the volume and sang along loudly. JJ looked at you and admired how happy you seem. It made his heart beat faster. He knew he loved you for a while now but he was scared to tell you. He really wanted to make sure you knew but every time he tried to tell you he chickened out. He hated being so bad with his feelings. At that moment, an idea popped into his head. He took a turn toward the beach.

"Uh, the Chateau is the other way remember?" you said confused.

"I know, but I changed my mind" JJ tried not to give much away but he couldn't help the grin.

"Oh, so you're kidnapping me now Maybank?"

"Hmm, maybe. Just wait pretty" he moved his right hand from the steer to your thigh slowly moving his hand up and down.

Not long after, you arrived at the beach. JJ parked the car and you both got out. JJ held his hand out for you to take and with intertwined hands, you walked to the water. You walked along the water for a while talking about the day until you found a pretty spot surrounded by rocks and grass. You both lay down in the sand, you with your head on JJ's chest. You looked at the sky for a while in comfortable silence before speaking.

"I love how the sky looks at night, it's so pretty"

JJ spoke a soft "I know". The 'I love' made him realize why he was at the beach again. He had to tell you now. No. He wanted to tell you now.

"Uh, y/n" he started nervously. He wanted to be able to look at you as he said it so he put his hands in the sand to sit up slowly. You noticed his uncomfortable change of position and his nervous tone of voice. You thought this was it. The moment you feared for so long. The moment he would break up with you. Telling you how these last few months made him realize he wasn't capable of being in a relationship and he wanted to go back to just being friends. You were ready to cry. You looked at JJ and noticed he was trying to avoid your gaze.

"So uh, I've been meaning to tell you something and uh- I don't know, I- uh- I thought this was the right moment"

Fuck, here we go. Your heart sank. How the hell does he think this is the right moment to break up.

"I love you y/n. I love you so much." he blurted out before he could change his mind again. "I never felt so in love with someone before. I know I'm not the easiest with showing my emotions and I'm so fucking scared to mess up and for you to realize that you deserve someone better than me but you need to know that I love you. I'm ready to go all in with this relationship."

You chuckled nervously. "And here I thought you were gonna break up with me". JJ raised his eyebrows and looked at you confused. Before he could say anything, you shook your head and mumbled a soft "never mind". You moved closer to JJ. "I love you too J, and while you are afraid to express your feelings, for me this is also my first relationship where I really love someone. It's all new for me too and I'm scared as well but we can do this together. As long as we trust each other, we can make this work." JJ released a breath that he didn't know he was holding in and leaned in to kiss you. He didn't think he could love you even more at that moment, but he was wrong. He did. When you pull apart after the kiss, you just looked at each other in silence. You didn't have to say anything else. You knew each other's thoughts.

"Now, can we go back to looking at that beautiful sky" you said smiling.

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