#and yet SOMEHOW

[skoulsons]

“I was never afraid before you showed up.”

Oh, you mean with the QZ soldier and them being on the receiving end of his gun? Or with the clickers in the museum and how he went out of his way to meet her so she could follow his lead out of there? Or when they went to bed in the woods that night and he didn’t get an ounce of sleep because she expressed fear of people finding them and he had to make sure was safe? What about when they were ambushed and he checked on her the second they crashed, asking if she was okay? Or him laying out broken glass so that he’d hear anyone that came in to where they were sleeping? What about how he sleeps in between her and possible danger? Or taking his time to find her, despite being shot at, and having his arm across her back while he guides her to safety behind a car? How about how he started shaking when a clicker climbed in the car with her? Or how she shouted twice for him while being tackled by a runner and how he was prevented from helping her? How he was prevented from getting to her and meeting her where she is to comfort her and calm his own fears of worrying about her safety and well-being? Because they’d be in each other’s arms; a place where both of them aren’t afraid? You mean that?

[piratefishmama]

tfw your cricut gets used solely for the most ridiculous shit

[cooking-with-hailstones]

Fucking hell, I'm still reeling from the fact that we have actual cctv footage of a Palestinian being gang raped by Israeli soldiers, so severely that he has to be hospitalized with life threatening injuries, and then when those soldiers were arrested, mobs rolled up to DEMAND THAT THE SOLDIERS SHOULD BE FREED.

(source)

Israeli Human rights groups are referring to detention centres for Palestinian prisoners as "torture camps" and yet the Canadian government is authorizing millions of dollars worth of military equipment and bombs to be sent to Israel next year and somehow most people seem to have 0 issue with this???

[marcmarquezz93]

Notice how other drivers who have done the exact same fucking thing, don’t get demonized. Notice how Charles can say fuck, and not get a community service for it from the fia?

[mollynoble]

I'm gonna get such a good grade in procrastination today

[ktarsims]

Wcif moon necklace on Candace? please! thanks!

So, Candace's necklace is: ERSCH_ElvenNecklace.package You can find it here: https://erschsims.tumblr.com/post/164825729388/elven

I love Ersel's accessories, and think they're fabulous. However, do be aware that they can be high-poly, so please be cautious with how many you download and use.

I checked, and this one in particular is about 16k poly all by itself, which is really high for an accessory.

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

me wanting to hope that in heartstopper season 3 aro erasure will get punched in the face the same way bi erasure was in season 2 but also being afraid to hope because i've been burned before

[crownoflaurelandbramble]

My mother and I having an undiagnosed autistic on undiagnosed autistic conversation about the many decisions she made that I find non-optimal:

attempting to explain to your mother that she may, at some point in her life, have made a non-optimal decision

[digitalcactusblog]

There's something so hilarious about the fact that Opal has a higher in-game killcount than Shaoyuan at the moment

[mask131]

I... I don't know what to say.

I am so divided between the horror and the wholesome... I AM TORN

[jtt-033-1613]

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[zelda-d-wrede]

This is a tiny plastic diamond.

This afternoon my office has their holiday party. They had assigned seating, which I was wasn’t too happy about because I wanted to sit with my team and my work friends.

I, however, got seated with one of our gentleman guests who was a retiree. (Sometimes they get invited to the party when they’ve worked at my office long enough before retirement). At first I thought to myself “dang, I don’t get to sit with my friends, my table is going to be quiet and slightly awkward”, so I set my stuff down and went to grab food.

When I came back the gentleman Retiree was talking the ear off one of our IT people (also at my table). He was telling him about his entire career and how blessed he felt to be invited back for a meal.

This gentleman was talking about all of the places he had been to for work, and how much he loves his kids and how lucky he was as well as how hard he worked. I only chimed in a few times to ask some questions (just the generic “Did you enjoy that place?”, “what was your favorite job?” Kind of stuff. I’m much more energetic around my usual group.)

So at the end of the meal, this gentleman comes back over to me and says “I have three boys and three girls. My boys are my rocks, they stabilize me. My girls are my diamonds they make my life beautiful and are worth the world.” I smile politely and say “that’s beautiful” simply assuming that, he is an older man and won’t remember much of our conversation at all, but he continues.

“I know a hard worker with talent when I see one. Your energy and enthusiasm will make a world of difference in your life, which I guarantee is going to be a great one. So let me give you one of my pills for life”

He then hands me the tiny plastic diamond pictured above.

“You’re a diamond. Don’t forget and live in peace.”

He starts to walk away and I take a moment. This man, who has lived a very full, very busy life, ended every story, every sentence with “my life has been a blessing” or “I never imagined I’d be here”. Reminiscing about everything in his past to people who are, let’s be honest, other than being in the same organization are total strangers.

I run after him a moment and tell him “Please remember to continue living your life! You’ve still got time to keep enjoying it”

He smiles and gives me a half hug, then he walks away with a genuine smile on his face.

I keep holding the tiny diamond. I was thinking how I didn’t want to sit with someone I didn’t know and yet I now feel like I was encouraged by fate (or whatever higher power you believe in) to keep going because it is so worth it.

I’m gonna keep my little diamond and work harder to appreciate my life as it stands right now. The spirit of fate/Christmas/higher power told me to.

[bluesidez]

My George Stacy hate train is back in full swing.

The Woman He Didn't Choose Part 6🥀

AU Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Contestant!Reader

Synopsis: After the big rose ceremony fight, your future in Paradise is uncertain. But one thing is for certain, a new storm is brewing... Word count 4.8k

Part 1(previous parts linked in the post)

A/N: EEEE, thank you for all the support and love this AU has gotten with all the recent asks as of late, just TY TY so much! 🖤 I think there will only be 3 chapters max after this then we will bid this series farewell 😢 going back to my Jersey Shore roots for this one as the inspiration mixed in!

DISCLAIMER: I have changed the name of the show for copyright purposes, I don't own or have rights to the TV show The Bachelor or Bachelor in Paradise and all credit goes to the rightful owners.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST(slightly less in this chapter), DRAMA, SUGGESTIVE-GETTING HANDSY ON THE DANCE FLOOR, MULTIPLE PEOPLE MAKING OUT MENTIONED, NO MAJOR SMUT YET(THAT'S FOR THE FAIRYTALE SUITES 🤭😏), BREAK UP, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CHEATING, BETRAYAL, RELATIONSHIP TROUBLES, GASLIGHTING

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Jason Donner speaks in a voiceover: "Tonight on Singles in Paradise... 

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Jason takes a deep breath as he addresses the anxious group that are setting in various spots in the common room. You and Felicia are holding onto each other's knees cross legged on the floor. Miguel is watching Jason's face intently for any detection of the news he is about to share. George has an arm around MJ who is fiddling nervously with her necklace. Ben is locked in a dead stare at a spot on the floor. Peter B. is noticeably absent. 

"Alright, y'all , I know there's been a lot of madness around here lately. Just a little update on Dana: she will not be returning to paradise." 

You and Felicia do your best not to crack a smile as you slowly turn to look at each other. 

"Now..." Jason warns. "I do not condone anything that took place at the rose ceremony tonight. Physical violence will not be tolerated on any show of the Eligible Suitor Nation. However..." He pauses, motioning towards you. 

"I understand that some of it was provoked by some words that were exchanged between fellow cast mates..." He continues, putting it vaguely. “....and I want you to know that we do not condone that either. Due to Dana's departure, Miguel?" 

Miguel slowly looks up at Jason, a hopeful look on his face. 

"We will let you stay another week. However, if you do not have a rose by that time, you will be going home for good. Understood?" 

Miguel nods silently and smiles, uttering a murmur of gratitude. 

"Great." Jason says. "Well, everyone, it's been a long night. Why don't we call it here. We'll have some fun surprises to look forward to tomorrow as well as a group outing. With that, I'll bid you all goodnight. Everyone behave from here on out, got it?" He points a finger at the room with everyone nodding and mumbling in silent confirmation. 

"Good. Goodnight everyone." He turns, fastening one of his buttons on his light tan suit jacket as he steps out, walking away into the night. 

Everyone sighs and Felicia pops up, offering both of her arms to you and grunts in unison with you as you use her to stand up as well, your feet and legs like television static from sitting cross legged on the floor. Felicia turns to Ben and gives him a hug in silence, talking quietly amongst each other before it's time to separate for bedtime. 

Miguel takes you by the hand, your cheeks growing a little warm as you look up at him. 

"You good?" He murmurs lowly at you. 

You yawn loudly, raising your free hand over your mouth, nodding your head as you release it. "M'fine..." 

You let go of his hand for a moment as you place both hands on the small of your back, bending backwards a little bit as you stretch your spine, holding your breath for a moment then letting it out with a deep sigh. "Just need some sleep I guess." 

Miguel nods with a hum. "Want me to walk you to your room?"

"Um..." You hesitate a little, looking around then squeezing past Miguel to get your blanket that's sitting behind him on the couch. "I'll be alright. I was gonna walk back with Felicia anyways since we're staying in the same villa." 

"Right, right..." Miguel nods, trying to disguise his disappointment by looking at a spot over your shoulder. 

"Well, thank you, you know for having my back with everything...and g'night." You sort of bend your knees in a little bow of farewell with your blanket and your sandal wedge heels in your arms as you turn around, Felicia skipping quickly to walk by your side as you both stroll down the moonlit path to your room. Miguel watches you leave with a bittersweet look on his face. 

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The camera sits in front of an unoccupied bamboo chair in the confessional area, until Peter B. comes into the frame, sitting down with a grunt. 

He blows air out of his cheeks, shaking his head as he runs his fingers through his hair, sitting back in the chair and letting his arms flop dead to the side, the rose you gave him knocked askew and holding on by just one pin to his white button down. 

One of the producers talks to him from behind the camera, the voice a little muffled and so the question is broadcasted across the screen in subtitle captions. 

"What's going through your mind right now, Peter?" 

Peter laughs pathetically, shaking his head and sitting up, leaning forward a little with his elbows in his lap, fingertips touching, hanging his head a little as he thinks silently to himself before he looks at the camera. "There's a lot on my mind now...but I just... there's nothing. You know? You know that feeling where you have so much on your mind that you just end up staying frozen where you are? Yeah. That's what I'm feeling like right now." 

"Are things over between you and y/n?" 

Peter B. puffs air out of his cheeks again. "I don't know." He shrugs, a tired look in his eyes "I don't know. She wants nothing to do with me right now." 

He stares into space for a moment. "I'm over the bullshit. Miguel and George. Those two are a problem. They need to watch themselves. And, Ben's my boy, you know? But I was not expecting him to turn, *he snaps his fingers* ...like that." 

He pauses once more, fuming silently, until he presses his face to his palms, hanging his head. "Things are gonna get ugly. Just watch."

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The sun rises on another day in paradise. The group shuffles into the common area, grabbing smoothies from the bar and bowls of cereal and oatmeal, eating in quiet silence as you all slowly start to wake up. 

You approach Ben and Felicia at their table with your wet suit half on, asking her for help zipping you up the rest of the way. She nods, sticking her spoon in her mouth as she scoots forward on the bench, zipping you up. 

The resort's bartender, James calls over to you. "Morning, ladies. What's the plan today?" 

"Um surfing lessons, apparently. Hence, the wet suits." You gesture to your torso. 

James nods with a smile as he wipes down the bar. "Nice nice. I heard things were quite eventful last night." 

You scoff. "That's putting it lightly..." 

"Wanna catch me up?" 

You and Felicia look at each other. "Girl you do it..." 

"Okay so basicallyy..." Felicia sits on one of the bar stools, scooting in closer. "It was ladies choice this week right? It was me and Ben, y/n and Peter, MJ and George. Web-Slinger went home. And Dana offered Miguel a rose but he declined so he was gonna go home. Then out of nowhere, the man decides to drop a bomb that Dana and Peter were caught fooling around in some bushes. Everyone started freaking out. The guys started getting into it. Then Dana and I got into it. Then she and Dana fought and Dana got her ass laid out. So how she's in the hospital, they're giving Miguel a second chance, and I guess now we're going surfing." Felicia concludes, nearly out of breath. 

James chuckles and shakes his head. "I regret asking for an update." He leans on the bar, addressing you this time. "So where do you and Peter stand as of right now?" 

"Right now?" You ask, taking a deep sigh as you contemplate. "Honestly, I don't even know. I think I'm over it, to be honest." 

"Speaking of..." James reduces to a murmur. 

"Hey." 

You cheeks get hot as you sense Peter standing behind you without turning around. 

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" Peter asks, his face twisted into a slight plea. 

You turn around, giving him a dry nod. Felicia cranes her neck as she watches you walk away with him. 

You and Peter walk a short distance away, standing under the shade of a nearby palm tree. You raise one of your hands, cupping it in a visor over your eyes and squinting due to the sunlight as you look up at him with your other hand on your hip, waiting for his half ass apology with a slight aura of impatience wafting off of you. 

Peter takes a deep breath. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for my actions last night. I was unfair to you, and I just hope that we can walk away on civil terms if anything." 

You twist your mouth a little in annoyance. "You lied straight to my face, Peter. I mean.....what do you want me to say to that?" 

"Nothing." Peter answers. "Nothing really. Just uh...." He's silent shaking his head. "I don't know. I just wanted to apologize and it wouldn't have felt right if I didn't at least say sorry before we ended things." 

You nod, staying quiet for a moment. "Well, I mean I appreciate you trying to do the right thing. But I agree, I think we should end things, you know. Clearly, you still have some unresolved things to work out. I really didn't deserve that though." 

"You're totally right, you didn't." Peter agrees, shifting his stance a little. 

"Right." 

Peter blows air out slowly. "Well..." He holds his arms out but you shake your head. 

"Um...not this time, you know? I'm just not feeling it..." 

"Right right..." Peter stuffs his hands back in his pockets in mild embarrassment. "Sorry." 

"Thanks." 

"You're welcome." 

"Alright." You nod in mutual conclusion and turn around, walking back to Felicia and Ben while Peter walks in a separate direction. 

"Well?" Felicia, Ben and James await at the bar. 

You shrug, having a seat next to Felicia, leaning forward with your forearms on the bar. "It's done. We're done." 

"Just like that?" James asks. 

"Just like that." You echo. 

"I'm so sorry dude..." Felicia gives you a sad look of sympathy. 

"No, you know? I'mI'm a little bummed, not going to lie. Yeah I liked him, but I really have no patience for it anymore, you know? You either want me, or you don't. And he can't decide what he wants. So to that I say: see ya." 

"Amen." James says with an impressed hum. 

"Girl, I'm so proud of you. Good for you." Felicia praises. 

"So what does that mean for you now?" James asks. "Anyone else here you got your eye on?" 

"Well..." You sigh, looking off. "Miguel still really wants another chance." 

"You think you'll give it to him?" James inquires. 

"I don't know..." You admit. "I mean, that's the thing. With Miguel, there's history there too, but you all saw how that ended and so now, I'm just feeling nervous about the whole thing. I would love nothing more than to just go up to him and say yes, yes let's do it, I'm all in. But are you gonna hurt me again and switch up the next day? I don't know."

James hums in agreement. "Can't say I blame you there. But, in Paradise, you gotta take risks. Who knows? Something about paradise: anything can happen. In fact..." 

James bends down, retrieving a small wooden box with a slit in the top and setting on top of the bar. You and Felicia have looks on your faces that only say one thing: "oh shit", when you realize what it is. 

"It's Truth Box Time." 

Ben's eyes scrunch in curiosity. "How does this one work again?" 

"Completely anonymous. But one hundred percent honest. Write down anything you wanna say to either a specific member of the group, or the group as a whole. Confessions, observations, complaints, truth bombs, dirty laundry. It all goes in here." James explains, patting that cursed box. "It's time to shake things up a bit. And the rule is: every single person needs to participate."

"That's the last thing this beach needs right now." Felicia groans. 

Your mind buzzed with what drama and messy thoughts the box could bring forth, Miguel, and your future in Paradise as you made your way down the beach for your surfing lesson. 

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Miguel gives you a smile as he comes walking down the beach to where you and the others are waiting, his floppy brown locks and sculpted ab muscles on full display with his half zipped up wet suit. "Good morning." 

"Morning." You give him a little nod, grateful that you're wearing a pair of sunglasses to disguise your wandering eyes. Allowing yourself to indulge in staring at the man's behind as you help zip him up. 

Throughout the surfing lesson, you're having a hard time paying attention to the instructor, things like the truth box and your future in Paradise and Miguel still plaguing your mind from earlier. Still, you manage to enjoy yourself, soaking up the healing rays of the sun and letting out a squeal and a wave to your friends on the shore when you finally manage to stand up on your board for longer than 2 seconds, shortly before the salty waves swallowed you up.

You and Felicia figure that's more than enough for one day, ordering a drink from the beach side attendants and applying a fresh layer of sunscreen while Miguel and Ben knock themselves out, surfing it up to their heart's content. 

"We so needed this." You mutter to Felicia who gives a low hum in response as you both bask on your beach towels, eyes closed. 

You can't help but become aware of some bickering coming from a short distance away, lowering your shades a little bit to make out who's starting off the drama fresh and early in the day this time. 

"Fine, go lay down then. Oh my goddd, Mary Jane. First it's your hair doesn't look right, then it's your stomach hurting, why don't you be honest about what it really is?" 

"George..." 

"I didn't even wanna do this dumb hang ten, surf's up, shit anyway. Alls I said was thank you! What, you want me to say go fuck yourself?" 

"It's not what you said, it's how you said it." 

"Oh my God Mary Jane! Let me just run everything I say by you before I say it. Would you like that, would that make her royal Highness happy? Let me ask Queen Mary Jane before I call my mother and wish her a happy birthday how about that? Since she gets mad if I even breathe in the direction of another female!"

You don't make out the rest as you watch the pair wander a little further down the shore before you see MJ storm off and George throwing his hands in the air as he walks back towards the group. 

"Damn. Poor MJ." 

"I know the girl hates me but I can't help but feel bad for her. George is the biggest flirt. Everyone knows it." Felicia stretches out. 

"You think I should go talk to her, just see if she's okay?" 

"I mean, good luck if you do." Felicia retorts, reaching for her water bottle in her beach bag. "I could never get through to the girl."

"Hey!" Miguel and Ben come up, Miguel sitting himself down next to you. 

"Stawwwp!" Felicia giggles when Ben wags his hair, spraying her like a wet dog. 

Miguel grins at you, panting from his exertion earlier, looking heavenly with his wet mop of dark hair and wet droplets coating his sunkissed skin. "Having fun?" 

"Yeah, I am. I'm gonna go do some damage control though." 

Miguel's brow furrows. "Who?" 

"MJ and George." 

Miguel shakes his head with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. "George can be kind of a douche." 

"That's what I keep hearing." You say, sitting up and standing up. "So I'm gonna go try and see if I can help MJ. You know? I feel bad for her. She doesn't have anyone else here in Paradise." 

Miguel nods slowly, but can't help but be a little apprehensive about the situation. "Be careful. I'd hate for you to get mixed up in anything." 

"I won't." You give him a reassuring smile. "Be right back." 

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You find MJ talking with James at the bar. Her voice tapers off when she realizes someone is behind her. She raises an eyebrow in a mixture of surprise and suspicion when she sees that it's you of all people. 

You don't say anything at first, just give her a kind smile as you take the bar stool next to her. You both sit in awkward silence for a moment, then you break it. 

"I know we haven't talked a whole lot or anything. I know you're thinking this must be so weird since we both dated Peter and everything but I just noticed you over here by yourself and wanted to see if you were okay?" You start off carefully with an overly sweet tone to demonstrate you pose no threat, testing the waters. 

MJ softens a little then lets out a deep sigh, figuring what is it going to hurt to be honest at this point.

 "Thank you. Just needed to get away for a sec...But I'm okay...and no, it's fine. Pete is never gonna change who he is. And I am who I am so..." She huffs and sips her margarita, then wiping her eyes. "But with George, he's literally perfect. Like it's so good when it's good but when we're not..."

You look at her with sympathetic eyes, not saying anything. 

"Lately we've been having disagreements because I don't know if he realizes it, but he flirts with other women all the time. And he says to me, babe I'm just being nice. And I tell him, like I understand that, but to those women and to me it comes across as flirting." 

"Right, right. No, I get you." You nod, leaning on your elbow. "Like it's just a respect thing." 

"Exactly!" MJ rests her head in her palm, twirling her margarita glass in circles on the bar. "All I was trying to say was it's not what you say, it's your tone and how you say it. But once again, I'm the bad guy." 

You nod, picking at your cuticles while you listen, lost in thought and also relieved that she's willing to open up to you. 

"I'm gonna go to the spa for a bit." She sighs, pushing her empty glass away from her. She thinks for a moment, then decides to take a chance. "Can I ask you to do something for me, though? Woman to woman?" 

"Oh?" You perk up, a little surprised but willing to hear her out. "Sure, what is it?" 

"Just, please tell me if he flirts with anyone again? If you see something, tell me. Fairytale Suites are next week, and I just don't have the time or patience to deal with anymore bullshit." 

"Oh, of course." You nod profusely. "Absolutely. I'll keep my eyes open, girl. Don't worry." 

MJ gives you a hint of a smile. "Thanks, girl. Good luck to you..." And leaves for the spa. 

After she leaves, you sprint down towards the beach with your freshly poured cup of tea. 

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"Jesus..." Your audience of Felicia, Ben, and Miguel sit with the news you just unloaded on them, puzzled but not surprised at the revelation of George and MJ's trouble in Paradise. 

Miguel leans back on his towel. "I called it honestly. George has a wandering eye, we've known this ever since he was on Rio's season." 

"It's a bunch of drama." Ben shakes his head. "I don't wanna see you, or you." He nods in your direction. "Get in another scrap like last night. Let's just chill, and end this last week or so that we've got on a good note." 

"Amen." Miguel sits up, stretching. 

"What are your guys' plans for tonight?" Felicia asks. 

"Um..." You look up at Miguel. "Well, I'd like to just relax for a bit. You and I can hang out here for a bit, then Jason said the group is going clubbing tonight. Wanna meet at the common area for dinner at, say 5 ish?" 

"Sounds good to me." Miguel nods, then looks at Ben. "You down to go golfing?" 

Ben wraps his towel around his neck. "I'm down. Let's go," before he gives a goodbye to Felicia. 

"Call me if you need anything. And stay out of trouble." Miguel gives you a playful smile and a grip to your thigh, then walks off with Ben towards the resort. 

Some time later, you're fully zoned out, both you and Felicia laying out like two iguanas in your element, when she sits up with a gasp. "Dude...look." 

You groggily sit up, then the sight in front of you delivers you immediately to full consciousness. 

George is standing ankle deep in the water some distance away, chatting it up with Christine, the short, curvy, blonde surf instructor. He's laughing, looking like he's having the time of his life as she occasionally reaches out, touching his arm and chest as she speaks to him. 

"Are you seeing this?!" 

"Girl, I am definitely seeing this." 

He leans in a little closer putting his hand on the small of her back, dangerously close to her ass. 

"What...a...little....bitch...George Stacy...you...slimy dog you...." Felicia shakes her head. 

The couple turn towards you and both you and Felicia immediately turn into mummies, laying back on your towels, holding your breaths, pretending like you weren't just honed in on the crime taking place, before George gives her a nervous nod and smile and walks away.

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Later that night, you and Felicia are all dolled up as queens of the night, wearing tight fitting cocktail dresses, showcasing both of your deadly curves and  that carefree twinkle of paradise vacation on your skin making you both look even more alluring than you normally do, leaving Ben and Miguel with hearts in their eyes and warmth pooling in their chests. 

You're all dancing at an outdoor bar, local music pounding your eardrums, margarita number three working its disarming magic in your veins, twirling and holding your hair in a sexy display of feminity on the dancefloor with Ben and Miguel close by. Peter B. sulking in the corner. 

You bite your lip as you watch Miguel snap his fingers and move his hips with a smirk on his face, a little far off memory coming back to you of the night you shared together in a hotel room when you experienced those bewitching movements firsthand underneath him. 

Your thong under your tight dress gets a little wet as your eyes rake across his figure, letting them linger on every faint line of muscle accentuated under entrancing disco lights, and the opening in his black button up shirt, with his chiseled chest on display. You spin around, letting your body press up against his a little longer than it should. 

Miguel utterly groans, switching his glass to his left hand as he touches you with his right, continuing to move to the beat. You lay your head back against him and your pretty lips fall open as you feel his ring  lightly graze your tits until his hand hugs low on your stomach, gently guiding and pressing your body to synchronize with his hips as his full lips brush against your ear, making your eyelashes flutter. 

But, the song ends and you open your eyes, temporarily snapped out of your horny fantasy as the crowd claps and cheers, begging the DJ for one more song. Miguel joins in the applause, setting down his glass for a moment and giving you a bashful smile as though to apologize for letting himself get carried away as the new song starts. 

The sight of an angry MJ pushing past people in the club makes itself known in your peripheral vision.

You grab Felicia, yelling "Look!" over the deafening noise of the crowd as you both watch her angrily leave and hail a taxi in tears. 

"It's George." Felicia mouths to you. 

"Where is he?" You try and communicate back. 

"Let's go." 

You and Felicia signal to Miguel and Ben that you're gonna "go to the bathroom". Miguel nods but hardly acknowledges, holding his sides and wheezing in a fit of laughter as he watches Ben valiantly face off with an older woman in a dance battle. 

The scene you were expecting to find when you see George is even more juicy than you could have imagined. He has an entourage of four women grinding on him with his shirt unbuttoned, his face red and sweaty with the unmistakeable flush of intoxication, sipping a beer from a bottle as he watches a brunette in front of him bend over and shake her ass directly over his cock. He bites his lip and puts both hands on her ass, beckoning for her to turn around. 

The camera zooms in as yours and Felicia's jaws damn near hit the floor when he starts sloppily kissing her, only for her drunk friend to start joining in in a three way nasty drunken makeout sesh. 

It's a damn shame none of you are allowed to have your cell phones right now. 

After the nasty kissing subsides, you notice him stand up, holding a new mystery woman with curly hair's hand and what appears to be a small piece of paper being slipped into his fingers as she whispers in his ear and he bites his lip. 

You both have seen quite enough, darting back to Miguel and Ben in a fit of sweaty bodies as the night at the club wanes on. 

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Back at the resort, it's getting close to truth telling time. You and Felicia and James sit together in a somber meeting at the infamous bar which is soon to become the second most popular location for tea spilling once the dreaded truth box hits the fan. 

You and Felicia are not quite at the level of sobriety you probably should be before you make this decision. 

"She needs to know." 

James nods in agreement, pushing the box towards you. "Let it all out." 

"I feel bad about doing it anonymously though, like what if she finds out it was us? Or what if George finds out?" You shiver a little at the thought. 

"Dude, MJ hates me." Felicia whispers. "I know you think she's chill, but trust me, she's not as reasonable as you think she is. She is crazier than me. And that's saying a lot." 

You raise your eyebrows at the last statement. 

"I'm serious! When Peter tried to hit on me after they broke up, no joke, all I did was send her a screenshot with 'hey girl, I'm coming to you as a woman right now, just wanted to let you know your man was in my inbox' and you wanna know what this girl did? She sends me a SEVEN MINUTE LONG voice note. Absolutely bitching me out about what a hoe I am, and how could you do this to me, you know what he and I have been through together, as one of the girls who was also on the show I would've expected you to be more considerate of my feelings and blah blah blah. I'm telling you dude. It's better this way." 

You blow a long steam of air out of your cheeks. "Okay, okay, you know what? You're my bestie, I'll take your word for it. Let's just do this." 

You take the pen in your hand, starting to draft the wretched confession. "Dear.....MJ..." you lick your lips in concentration. 

"Today....at the beach, when you left upset, George put his hand on the surf instructor's ass. He was flirting with her and she was touching his arm and chest while they were talking...." 

"Mhmm...okay go on." Felicia twirls a strand of hair in deep thought as you continue writing. 

"When you left crying at the club, George made out with two girls. He was also dancing and grinding with multiple mystery women. He also held a girl's hand and took down her number." 

"Yep." Felicia nods. "It's harsh but it's the truth." 

"Ben and Miguel know." You bite your lip. "Should we add in here that multiple people know so it doesn't look like it's coming from us?" 

"Yeah..." Felicia thinks for a moment then nods. 

"Multiple.... people on this beach know. Therefore, you should know the truth. There, boom." 

You and Felicia examine the note over and over, muttering silently as you reread it before you slip it in the box. 

"It's done." 

You both look at each other and clink your glasses together, your confession stowed away in what's surely going to turn into Pandora's box in just a few hours. Savoring a few seconds of quiet with your bestie before all hell breaks loose. 

Jason Donner speaks in a voiceover: “Find out what happens next week in another drama packed episode of Singles in Paradise!” 

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Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

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Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!