#damn yall are so salty

[uselessnbee]

can't wait for Hopper to have a big role in saving Mike next season or something so the whole 'Hopper is mikephobic' thing can finally die out

[biaswreckmepls]

Gentle reminder - reblog!

Hi everyone!

Not sure if you've been keeping up with all the changes that keep happening on tumblr, but every single time this website and company is acquired by someone new, they try their best to turn it into another facebook, or instagram, or tiktok, or whatever the cool new social media platform is. It's a fundamental misunderstanding of how this platform works and the benefit of the anonymity and workings of the unique algorithm. But every single time, they've tried. First when yahoo got it, then when it went to verizon, and then when they sold it to automattic. Now with the death of tumblr live, they're trying to do another rebrand.

Tumblr is one of the few remaining online spaces where we get the opportunity to truly curate our online space, and share and experience things in a way that can't be capitalised on. The concept of a tumblr influencer doesn't exist, because there's no advantage of it, there's no benefit of being an 'influencer'. But the only way we can keep this website around, is to keep using it as the way it was originally intended, in the way that other websites have not worked.

Likes on tumblr are not the same as likes on instagram or youtube, they don't really do anything! They don't help the creator, they don't help promote the post itself in any meaningful way, it's just a way to safekeep it for yourself later. And while that's a totally valid reason to want to like something, just as a reminder of something and a way to revisit a post later in the future, I would highly encourage everyone to try and reblog things as well!! Whether it's art of your favourite ship, whether it's a gifset of your favourite onscreen couple, whether it's a meta around a certain show, or whether it's discussions of the latest major current news event, the only way to truly circulate it and create a positive impact is by reblogging! The more people that get to see any given post, the better.

As an example, KOSA is becoming a thing again, and we're all being encouraged to act against it. I wouldn't have found out about KOSA if someone I follow hadn't reblogged it first, and then i reblogged it again. KOSA is one thing that could impact our online experience DRASTICALLY, and it's imperative that we spread the word about it - forewarned is forearmed, and only when we know about it can we take action against it, right?

I'm not saying this to try and promote this blog at all. I won't lie and say a few more reblogs on this blog here and there wouldn't be nice, but frankly at the end of the day my blog contributes little to nothing to the larger fandom discourse in the grand scheme of things. I'm saying this for everyone else out there. If you want tumblr to survive and thrive as our internet experience continues to evolve in the coming decade, keep using it as much as you can! Reblog anything and everything you can! Your one singular reblog can have a butterfly effect on a post. When you just like, the movement of the post stops there.

And tying into my blog (sorry lads, i'm only human and have to make it a little relevant for me as well 😭), if there's one type of post on the website you encounter anywhere that I strongly recommend you reblog, it's a poll. A poll only serves it's function if it reaches people who can actually vote on it, and we can only get a true reflection of the views of the masses when the most number of people get to participate in it. That's democracy, babey!

Anyways, that's my biannual rant. Back to your regularly scheduled programming, and see you in 6 months for the next big rant!

[maggstar]

not me expecting to see at least one message or smth after 2 months of absence, but only getting heartbroken.

[im-still-watching-anime]

every director to ever make a movie adaptation of literally any of shakespeare’s tragedies: holy shit but what if we STARTED the film with the funeral before flashing back oh my god so genius

[gardenofgods]

i think the pokemon company should let me rewrite the diancie movie. i will make it 1000% more gay and have 0% fighting at all. she really is just there to take psychic damage depending on what part of her dads relationship it would take place in, and i think it would be objectively funnier and more cool for it to just be idiot sandwich: the movie

[gojowifie]

Disclaimer: THIS is a personal opinion of mine so attack me all you want, I’m just going to block you anyways so try it 😏

So like yesterday I was talking to a friend about the current state of fanfics online and we fell down a rabbit hole that basically led to one conclusion: YALL HAVE PORN ADDICTIONS!!! Now woah, woah hold your horses before you point your pitchforks at me, hear me out. Reading smut every single day isn’t normal, like I’m so sorry to be the one to tell yall this but it’s not normal, like I don’t know. It’s the same way with watching porn every single day, it’s not normal. People tend to think it’s okay because they’re reading it, but that doesn’t make it any better. I know some of yall get off to it and look that’s okay but like when it becomes a daily thing…. I don’t know…. Me personally I don’t get off to smut, I mean I appreciate a smut here and there specifically with an actual plot in the fanfic, but yeah I’m not getting off to it everyday or at all for that matter.

He put his cock in her, he slammed into her, he spat in her mouth, blah, blah, blah it’s all the same thinggg. Even when they like change the au into an office setting, college setting or whatever, it’s still SOO BORINGGG. Some people don’t even do that they just jump right to the sex like damn girl, what happened to hello? How are you?

Now am I shaming you all for liking smut….no, but I am pointing out the fact that many of you potentially probably have porn addictions. Now do I care that many of you may have porn addictions ehh, no but at the same time yeah because I wish yall would write something else other than Gojo, Geto, Eren, Nanami, Toji or whoever the fuck dicking Y/n down on a random ass Saturday night. I really do miss the golden era of fanfics back when Wattpad didn’t have ads. We used to be so great…..💔

Also I’m just salty I can’t find fanfics that I like, woe is me

[patchiko]

Jason 100% comes with scary guard dog privilages, so with that being said what would be some things that would genuinely make him mad/protective over his s/o? Idk if he'd immediately deck a catcaller in the face, but it's hot beefy protective bf hourssss. I also feel like he'd be all moody and salty afterwards because how dare anyone disrespect his s/o.

HAAWTT BEEFFFYYY PROOTTTTECCCCTIVVVEEEEEE BFFF HOUURRSSS HEJEHDJSHEHHE.

I don’t think he’d immediately deck a catcaller HOWEVER i’m a “Jason Todd is a nerd” truther so i think he’d verbally berate tf out of a guy. IN THE MOST WITTY WAY POSSIBLE TOO. LOWK EMBARRASS TF OUT OF THEM

hawt beefy protective bf!jason todd hcs HEHEHEHEH

*slurping noises and then i snort a little too* (sorry)

as soon as it happens this mans neck is cracking like a god damn OWL bro.

the side eye is almost FANTASTICAL bro.

Witty remarks to the max

yall ever kno that one girl who can make the creative, unimaginable, yet perfect remarks.

yeah jason todd like that. i can feel it.

“The guy who looks like the personification of mustard is talking right now?”

HDODBDKDN ANYWAY back to u anon

The first thing that would set him off is ANYTHING sexual.

Touching his s/o IS Jason immediately decking /getting physical with the catcaller,

he’s grabbing n’ slamming them against the nearest surface and threatening the FUCK out of their ass.

Even sexual verbal remarks will set him the fuck off

He’d curse someone out fosho

scare someone away with words, not even threats bro

AND HE DOES GET ALL HOT AND SASSY AFTER.

He’s a little pouty, arms all crossed, he just wanna go home

I don’t think he’d wanna talk to anyone besides his s/o after

he doesn’t even want the possibility of getting even more annoyed cos he’d tweak out jussst a little.

jason todd so the type to silently think to himself some shit like ‘im so ready to chop your head off its kinda crazy to me.” and just be standing there so quietly pissed off.

AN HE’D FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS S/O AFTERWARD—💥🔫

[sant-riley]

[Little things] [Ghost x Reader drabble]

AN: My god, it's been a while, babes. Hi hello!! I hope everyone's doing well, I'm back with another mid ass writing piece for Ghost based off of my experience getting flowers for the first time! I hope yall enjoy, I'm rusty as fuck lmfao

Contents: Gender Neutral reader, pre-established relationship, Ghost may be a lil ooc! This is about 1.2k words :)

"Are…are those flowers…for me??"

"Yeah." He gently extends his arms forward, the bouquet of bright and dark flowers shining under the light.

It looks so comically small in his grasp, so out of place. He looks so damn awkward, not looking you in your eyes. Simon has his civilian clothing on, his hoodie pulled tight across his head, making a shadow go across the small opening for his eyes in the balaclava.

You can barely make out any expression on his face, he's taking great caution to shield it from you as best as he can.

A lump is in your throat, making it hard to breathe with all the emotions flooding through you.

Looking down at the flowers again, biting your lip to stop the small tremble in it.

You quickly inhale then exhale shakily, moving to grab the flowers from his grasp, your fingers brushing against his own, though his are of course covered in his signature skeleton gloves. Still, a shudder goes down your spine, before you finally take the bouquet into your dominant hand.

A beat passes while your eyes just stare down at the flowers, not realizing the feeling of wetness making a small trail down your face.

"Oi, hey, what's with the tears for?" Simon's face pops into view, his large hand grabbing your chin and facing you towards him. His eyes are squinted and worry and anxiousness swims in them. His hands move without thinking to rub his thumb under your eye, catching the tears, and brushing them off.

It's embarrassing really, all these years you've lived and you're crying over some flowers, something so small.

Regardless, you sniffle and the floodgates open again, more salty tears pooling down and falling onto the petals.

"No one has ever gotten me flowers before."

Not your parents, not your other family, never a partner either, never once has anyone gotten you even just a single flower. Be it fake or real, you've never received one.

It was never a big deal, you pretended it didn't bother you, even if deep down it hurt just a tad when others got them for a special occasion, whether it be valentines, a graduation, or a promotion. It's just some stupid flowers that will make a mess with petals and be a hassle to clean up when it dies, who needs them?

It was just something you had come to terms with, pushing it to the back of your mind. Convinced yourself you didn't need them, much less that you deserved any in the first place.

But Simon, Simon Riley had gone out of his way to get you flowers, without prompting. The big bad Lieutenant of task force 141 went out of his way to not only visit you but to bring fucking flowers.

Simon sighs, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling his heart clench painfully at your admission.

Despite the rough life he has grown up in, he always paid attention to how happy his mother was to receive flowers. His father was not the type of man to get them for her, but His mother was never afraid to get some on her own accord, to set the dining room table with, that she felt deserving of them and if no one else would get her any, she'd do it herself.

Simon never really took into account that he should get someone flowers, surely they'd just get it themselves if they really wanted. Staring down at you now, he realizes it's more so the thought behind the actions is what's more important, not the measly flowers themselves. The thought of someone getting you a bouquet just because it reminded them of you.

"I'm sorry it took you so long to get 'em, sweetheart." He speaks low, feeling regret that he didn't think to get you any earlier.

Simon lets out a grunt as you softly launch yourself at his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck as you shove your face into his shoulder, one hand carefully holding the gift. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around your waist, his other free hand coming up to brush against the back of your head as he hums, resting his head against your own.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

It was just a nudge from Soap really, the scot making a small comment that surely you'd like some.

Simon didn't think much of it at the time until he passed by a flower shop on his way to meet with you at a nearby park, one of your regular days just to spend time with one another before you both inevitably were called back to duty.

He's sure he made the employee uneasy, his dark hooded and masked frame towering over her own as he roughly asked what kind of flowers he could get. Anyone with eyes could tell he was out of his element. God, he didn't know fuck all about flowers, the best he could guess were roses.

After a moment, the employee smiles warmly and asks who the person receiving them and while he's a man of few words, it wasn't hard to catch the softness in his tone when he spoke about you, the tinge of longing in his eyes when the employee politely asked if you were partners.

"No, just friends." He waved her off, not catching the look the young woman sent him. Just friends didn't get that look in their eyes, the full body relaxing at the mere mention of them, he was full of shit. 'Just friends' my ass, she thought.

"Well, how about this? I'll make a bouquet based on what you've told me and if you like it, you give it to them…?" She offered, already moving with a pair of scissors in her hand towards the small nursery.

Simon nodded simply, and the employee smiled as she pointed him towards a table to take a seat while she worked her magic.

It didn't take her long at all to pull all the flowers she decided to go with, taking them back to her station as she swiftly started arranging the flowers. Her hands worked efficiently as she finished it off with a plastic wrap, choosing a black bow (to match the lover boy's whole assemble) to wrap around the stems.

She quickly calls him over with a 'sir' and turns the bouquet towards him with a small "tada!".

The bouquet consisted of a dozen flowers, some big, some small, beautiful nonetheless. Camillas, Red carnations, daisies, gardenias, and Hydrangeas with some fillers scattered throughout.

Even if he wasn't a flower guy, he had to admit it was beautiful.

"Soooo, what do you think? Do you think these work for you?"

"Yeah, yeah they'll do." He's already reaching for his wallet, looking to grab cash to pay.

"This one's on me, alright? Ah- don't argue with me mister, just come back and let me know if they were loved."

She stuck out her pointer finger at the man, turning on her heel to start the clean-up process.

She heard him ruffle and grab the bouquet, making a grunt her way and leaving, the door bell chiming as he makes his way out,

Looking back at the counter, in her tip cup are two 50-pound bills left there. Letting out a sigh quickly followed by a smile, she wonders if the lucky person will get the hint with the flowers she picked out, after all, all flowers have meaning.

[nishipostitz]

how theyd react to you having someone else as your wallpaper hc?

atsumu, kageyama, tsukki, oikawa, kenma, and bokuto x gn!reader

tw! nothing really. its just fluff. mentions of phone jacking and hacking

atsumu is offended, thank you very much. hes like “gasp!! how come your wallpaper is anyone BUT me?? this is ridiculous!” and youre here smacking your own forehead. damn hes pretty dramatic you think. so you give him some kisses and then take a secret photo of him while hes distracted and set it as your new wallpaper. he whines bc it isnt the best pic(every pic is tsum’s best pic) of him. but you tell ‘im, “its either this or i change it back to what it was before” so he just goes along with it

kageyama/tsukki are baffled bc why have someone else as your wallpaper. they will beat him em up. like both of them will hunt down whoever is on your screen. yall in japan rn? your wallpaper is jaemin from nct? you know he’ll fly to korea and be like “yo jaemin! y/n is mine buddy, back off!” and youd be so embarrassed. but hey, you were in jaemin’s proximity 😍😍

oikawa does not like it. bc hes your one and only, how dare anyone else be your wallpaper besides his amazing self. so he jacks your phone and changes it to a quick selfie he just took to place as your wallpaper.

kenma hacks your phone and changed it to himself(oik is jacking, kenma is full on hacking from a computer ). bro infiltrated your phone… bc kenma is just that good. but not just any picture. its a cute picture you cant even deny or have the heart to change it.

bokuto gets gloomy and depressy. and then he goes around following you “babyyy why not me? pick me. choose me” and youre so confused. until he claws at your phone and starts pointing at the screen do you realize hes salty about someone else as your wallpaper. and so you sooth him by letting him sleep on your lap, then you take a pic of him and make it your new wallpaper. bokuto wakes up as a happy man once again

notes - what i whipped up at 1 am. excuse any mistakes

[cool-person-yey]

I JUST HAD A VERY CRAPPY FEW DAYS BUT IM BACK FUCKERS! TMAGP NOTES 14 YALL

• ahhh * ominous music* I've missed you

• 'pet project' what will that entail??? Hmm

• I was missing some good ol' animal horror

• assuming it's animal

• * office noises* my dear

• Alice!

• Celia!

• " Oh the date!" yeah like you could forgot about it

• Sam c'mon. talking about work in a date???

• yeah pls no workplace drama

• I recognize that humming! Sam!

• Lena! Looking for Gwen huh

• Chester!

• reptile hmmm

• oh a rat

• skin irritations...

• ' burden' I am worried already

• you got scratched. Buddy that's how they get you

• dang that place nasty

• the voice is more human now!

• uhm... Are you alright buddy?

• snakes? Thousands???

• what is not their fault????

• us????

• dad...

• he was off huh

• oh shit

• oh so it's animal horror + body horror. nice.

• institute?

• oh no

• OH NO

• I love you da-

• we thought the same thing lmaooo

• yo Gwen!

• Gwen 🤝 me

accidentally sneaking on ppl

• damn Sam's salty

• ' no one ever does' did you receive love as a child sam

SEE Y'ALL NEXT THURSDAY ( HOPEFULLY)

[crow-aeris]

Part 2 of Sapphire Eyes: Part 1 is linked!

The ao3 link is in part 1

After reaching the lake, Bruce tried to lift the mer pup off his shoulders, but it very quickly devolved into the pup wailing in his ear- the sheer volume enough to make Bruce's ears ring.

"Please let go," Bruce pleaded before stumbling into the lake. His boots squelched in the mud, and Bruce could only wince at the sound. He prays for whoever has to clean his clothes after this.

Bruce’s pants were sopping wet, and he was tired, "Buddy, I can't sleep in the water like you!"

In response, the little mer pup just wails again, his lips wobbling as he looks up at Bruce with wide, watery, sapphire eyes.

"Please..." Bruce tried again to pry the pup's claws out of his shirt, but he was helpless as the mer wailed, thrashing his tail and splashing icy water everywhere, "I have to get up early tomorrow!"

The pup dejectedly whimpered one last time before unhooking his claws, dropping unceremoniously into the water, and disappearing into the depths… But not before flicking his tail and drenching Bruce in cold, salty lake water.

Bruce sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face as shivers wrecked through his body. He trudged dejectedly into the castle, ignoring the few servants and guards still awake at this dreadful hour, navigating through the large castle to grab shovels from the Gardener's shed... Which was at the back of the castle… Which was on the side of the lake…

Bruce sighs internally and groans. He'd trudged through the entire castle for what? He did it for nothing...

…He blames it on fatigue.

Bruce heaves the shovel over his shoulder and heads back to the beach where he painstakingly- with more care than he'd ever had- dug a pair of graves farther inland, where the tides wouldn't be able to steal their bodies away.

The king took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow and accidentally smearing dirt all over his face. Bruce contemplates tossing the shovel aside and passing out right then and there, but that would be a terrible disgrace toward the dead mers, and Bruce's parents and Alfred raised him better than that.

An aching sensation screamed at Bruce, tearing through every fiber of his being as he dropped the shovel haphazardly in the main hall before slowly shambling toward his room.

Right as he reached the castle’s family wing, Bruce was greeted by Alfred.

"I assume it went well, Master Bruce?" the butler said. A twitch of the man's mustache was the only thing that gave away his amusement.

Bruce groans, exhaustion tearing at his mind like a vicious creature, threatening to send the king to sleep right then and there, "I'll go wash, and then I'm going to sleep. Can you wake me up... an hour before the conference begins?"

"Of course, lad," Alfred's eyes take on a warm and fond light, "go get some rest."

And boy, does Bruce rest. He rests so hard that Alfred sprays freezing water onto the king's face to wake him up.

Bruce groaned petulantly, debating whether or not he should... not attend the conference and go back to sleep. Alas, all it took was a stern look from Alfred to force Bruce to his feet and get ready for the day.

-----

Bruce sat at the head of the wooden conference table as the barons and dukes of the provinces of Gotham gathered to report their annual crop yields, crime rates, population, and other jargon that Bruce- honestly- could care less of. Even so, Bruce cared about Gotham- this kingdom was his parents' pride and joy- and Bruce would be damned if he allowed this kingdom to fall into ruin.

"If I may be bold, Your Majesty," Duke Drake stood, his wife standing behind him with a calculating gaze, "I'd like to submit a request."

Bruce narrowed his eyes. Jack Drake was known to be a tyrannous duke who asked for too much and gave too little, ruling his province with an iron fist... but that was all he had going for him. His wife, a woman from the Far East who married into the Drake name, was the real threat between the two. She is as cunning as a snake and strikes deals like a spider weaving a web, luring victims into her trap without their realizing.

In short, Janet Drake was the one you should really look out for.

"Speak your mind, Duke Drake," Bruce waved his hand, tilting his head with a sickly-sweet, saccharine smile, "please, I'd love to hear your thoughts."

The duke faltered, but a look from Janet spurred him forward, "The province of Bristol has been growing steadily, and we have been producing knights and soldiers of the highest caliber!"

Bruce nodded slowly, "Your point, Drake?"

Duke Drake coughed awkwardly, and Bruce barely noticed Duchess Drake jabbing her nails into her husband's side, "I would like to request a higher amount of ration to be transported to Bristol."

The king raised a brow, noting how the dukes and duchesses of the other provinces had pinned the Drakes with incredulous glares.

"Why not purchase the rations instead?" Bruce tilted his head. He should really hire an advisor to help him settle these conferences. There was this up-and-coming son of a lesser noble, Lucius Fox, who seemed promising.

"Well," Jack faltered, and Bruce spotted Janet's eye twitch in irritation. But before the fumbling duke could continue his tiresome tirade, a faint yet familiar wailing curled through the air.

"What was that?" many of the dukes and duchesses straightened with alarmed expressions.

The king hummed noncommittally, "Don't worry about it."

"W-was that a mer?" the duke of a random seaside province stammered out, and the king could see anxiety rippling through the room of greater nobles.

Bruce flapped his hand, "Don't worry about it. Well, I think today's conference has been quite enlightening! I'll have the servants gather your belongings and see you out."

"Wait, Your Majesty!" the dukes shouted, shouting over one another with various levels of shock and disbelief. Those who've been dukes since Bruce's father was king were used to his antics, but the newer nobles have yet to adjust to Bruce's eccentric way of ruling.

"Sir!" a servant called, and Bruce barely managed to suppress a groan of irritation. A servant would interrupt a conference only if Alfred instructed them to. "Sir Pennyworth has instructed me to notify you-"

Very maturely, Bruce does not contemplate leaping out of the large window behind him to escape the conference and return to his mer pup's side.

Wisely, Bruce decides that he'd prefer to retain his life, and the king sits down to slog through the remainder of the two-hour conference.

Eventually, Bruce makes it through the painful endeavor and watches the nobles file out of the room into the hall where their servants are waiting patiently. Once the last noble leaves the room, Bruce drops his head against the wooden table with a thud.

"Bruce? What is this mer you've been keeping in the castle?"

The king groans, burying his face in his forearms before heaving himself upright and meeting his neighboring king's amused eyes, "What do you want, Clark?"

"That's no way to treat a childhood friend," the King of Metropolis smiled, his bright blue eyes dancing with amusement, "I'll tell Alfred you've been mistreating me. He likes me better, after all."

"Shut up," Bruce grumbled, shoving past Clark before waving down a servant, "Excuse me, does the kitchen have any fruits to spare?"

The servant nodded, "Some dukes arrived with a few baskets of fruits as gifts for the castle- but may I suggest something, sir?"

Bruce blinked and nodded, "Of course, speak your mind."

The teen nodded, and Bruce could see her being appointed to housemaid if she chose to remain in the castle, "I've heard rumors of a coup or potential uprising from servants within the visiting dukes' manor. There has been word of a rebellion among the nobles, and so the fruits may have been doused with either belladonna or henbane."

The king hummed before nodding, "Have the seeds harvested and the flesh of the fruits turned to compost to distribute among those who might need it. Does the kitchen have definitively safe fruits that we can eat?"

A thoughtful expression crossed the teen's face, "I think we have a few pomegranates and apples. Would you like the fruits peeled?"

"No, thank you," Bruce smiled, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm alright with peeling the fruits myself. I'll be with the Head of El by the lake. Thank you, Alyssa. If we have snacks prepared, could you bring some out, too? You may help yourself to however much you'd like as well."

Her eyes lit up with awe, and Bruce could tell the teen was doing her best to repress a bright smile, "Of course, Your High- Sir! I wish you a good day!"

"You as well," Bruce nodded with a slightly confused smile before heading toward the lake in the back, Clark hot on his heels.

"You still haven't told me about this mer pup you've adopted," Clark raised his brow pointedly.

Bruce shrugged, settling down on the shore of the lake... How was he going to call for the mer? The opposite end of the lake had a canal that flowed into the ocean, and nothing stopped the mer from... leaving.

His fellow king bumped his shoulder against Bruce, "Maybe you should call him?"

"I'm thinking," Bruce huffed, shoving him back.

Clark scoffed and nudged him back harder. Bruce narrowed his eyes, seeing the amused challenge in Clark's expression and accepting it wholeheartedly.

Bruce lunged forward, a smile on his lips as he tackled the other into the dirt.

"What! You never said go!" Clark shouted before kicking Bruce off of him.

"You should know this by now," Bruce snarked and dodged Clark's retaliatory lunge, "all is fair in love and war!"

"You're an asshole, B!" the king shouted before managing to finally connect with Bruce, sending the pair tumbling to the ground.

Bruce laughed, managing to wiggle out of Clark's grasp when suddenly the water erupted into a violent spray, and a snarling mer pup forced himself between the two. His dorsal fins were flared in a clear display of aggression, a rattling hiss-growl falling from the pup's throat as he reared up and displayed his fangs and claws. Even with the display, the pup was barely taller than Bruce's waist.

The two humans fell silent as the pup continued to hiss and growl, his cranial fins wiggling and flapping aggressively.

"Hey, buddy," Bruce kneeled and gently brushed his hand down the pup's back, smoothing his raised dorsal fins and flared caudal fins, "it's okay, he's a friend. This is Clark, and we were playing, okay? He wasn't actually trying to hurt me."

The pup relaxed slightly, chittering with an uncertain expression before leaning his wet self against Bruce's chest and legs. He grimaces but decides to indulge the mer, changing his position so he is sitting down rather than kneeling. Clark joined him, but the pup hissed whenever the fellow king got too close.

"Have you chosen a name for him yet?" Clark asked, watching the pup play with Bruce's left hand, leaving the other hand to card through the mer's oily hair.

"No," Bruce replies, "I want to choose something he'd like rather than choosing it for him."

Clark raised a questioning brow, "What are the chances of that happening? Sure, mers can mimic words and phrases, but there haven't been reports of ones speaking."

The king of Gotham glared at his friend with an expression of faux irritation, "You're such a dick, you know that?"

"Hey! Don't say that near the baby," Clark protested good-naturedly, "you'll teach him bad things!"

The two were so preoccupied with their conversation that they didn't notice the pup's thoughtful expression.

Clark nodded, "Yeah, so we've been trying to have the Groundskeeper plant some native flora to replenish the biodiversity of the kingdom-"

"Ick?"

The pair froze, their eyes snapping to the pup, who watched Bruce's mouth intently.

"Did he just say-"

"Dick!" the mer pup grinned toothily, pointing his webbed fingers at himself, "Dick!"

"I- buddy-" Bruce faltered, watching the pup helplessly as he pointed at himself and repeatedly chirped dick.

"I?" the pup echoed curiously, and the two kings exchanged matching expressions.

"Yes, "I,"" Bruce pointed to himself, "I am Bruce. Bruce. You are D-... You are Dick...?"

The pup narrowed his eyes before pointing at Bruce's face, "Moose."

"Uh... Bruce."

"Boose!" the pup exclaimed before giggling, and Bruce could feel himself melt with amused fondness.

"When we were younger, you said you wanted kids," Clarked grinned cheekily, "was this what you envisioned?"

"Shut up," Bruce doesn’t shove Clark because not only is he an adult, but he is still very tempted to do so. Also, since he has a very young and impressionable pup in his lap, he needs to be a good influence.

Clark, to Bruce's chagrin, does not shut up. Instead, he frustratingly continues, "You should tell Alfred he's a grandpa now, shouldn't you?"

"I will sic him on you," Bruce threatened even as his adorable little mer pup continued to gnaw gently at his fingers, "Don't test me- I will."

"Sure you will..." Clark drawled, his midwestern dialect slipping through.

Bruce scowls and smacks Clark with his free hand, “Why do I still put up with you?”

With a soft smile, Clark leaned forward with an earnest expression far too honest for this situation, "Because you're my friend, and no matter what happens, we will always stick with each other."

As his heart swells with a soft contentment, Bruce thinks he could stay like this forever.

[ranposgirlboss]

rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

[joshfuckingkiszka]

『two: uncovered』

so sorry about the delay tbh I thought I posted this my bad yall mwah - ALSO I've made a playlist on Spotify (APPLE MUSIC SUPREMACY) for this series as well as sthh and end up here and will be making more (ignore the order of the songs from 7 and up because I'm still putting them in order)

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: ANGST, idiots in love, alcohol

from the playlist: gold rush - taylor swift / i hate myself for loving you - joan jett and the blackhearts

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It was hard to sleep, now that you knew what Josh’s mouth felt like. He still tasted like the numerous Salty Dogs he’d consumed at the bar, the recent hit of a fruity vape still on his lips. You tossed and turned in your bed, panicking about the next morning. He wouldn’t remember, he was too drunk. 

When the sun rose, you were already awake. Well, with barely two hours under your belt - and that’s being generous. The coffee you made burnt your tongue, but the frugality you’d possessed since high school made it hard to justify paying for caffeine. 

Josh didn’t wake for another three hours, which was a lot of time to think. Overthink. When he did, he made a quip about the cold coffee and the sweatshirt you wore. It was his, just like the shirt underneath it, stolen during a camping trip from sophomore year of college. 

This was supposed to have been a girls’ trip. You, Ronnie, and the two other girls who completed the four person dorm suite: Kehlani and Olive. 

Kehlani was confident and damn persistent, and it had scared you a little at first, but nothing in your suite ever went unfixed by maintenance. Her olive skin tone only got darker and glowier the longer she spent outside, and she did that quite a bit. The balcony was accustomed with the prettiest flowers you had ever seen, thanks to her and her green thumb. Fittingly, she was a Botany Major, who spent long hours at the library and ever longer ones at local greenhouses.

Olive was quiet, but even an idiot could see the crush she had on Jake. You learned - in bits and pieces - that she was an incredible artist, who had mastered realism, in your opinion. She was a psychology major, with hopes to go to medical school and become a psychologist. When the semester first started, she never spent more than five minutes outside of her room. Two months in, and it was like the four of you had always known each other. 

Back to the facts. Girls trip. Supposed to be. 

“Where exactly can we get alcohol where they won’t I.D. us?” Ronnie asked, her head on the armrest of the couch, feet in your lap.

“Well,” Kehlani started, “I would say that place on Fifth, but they got busted last week. Lost their license. Truly sad.”

“College town, Ron, we’re not getting anything without a fake,” you told her. She rolled her eyes, she knew you were right.

Olive piped up, “Ronnie, what about your brother? One of the twins? They’re 21.” Everyone knew she meant Jake. 

“Jake wouldn’t get us anything without a hefty price.” The Kiszka girl huffed. 

You contemplated. “Josh would do it for free.”

“Yeah for you.” She poked your ribs, and you giggled. “But the second he finds out it’s for me too, he’ll back out.”

“What if we invited them?” Kehlani suggested, and Olive’s eyes lit up. You’re not sure yours didn’t do the same. 

Ronnie groaned and protested for three days. 

“What if this is an alcohol free trip?” She attempted to pawn this idea. 

“The beginning of summer. At a lake house. Without alcohol. Do you hear how insane you sound right now, Veronica?” Kehlani’s hands were firmly gripping the brunette’s shoulders and her eyes bore deep and seriously into Ronnie’s. 

She rolled her eyes. “Inviting them will ruin the sanctity of a girl’s trip!” No one bought it. 

“Ronnie’s inviting you on our girl’s trip.” Josh’s hands stilled in your hair for only a second, his attention finally deviating from the Kubrick film. 

He scoffed. “What’s the catch?” Josh always was much smarter than he let on. 

“Alcohol. Purchasing. For the group.”

His eyes met yours. “Let me guess, she told you to butter me up tonight.” His tone was playful, but you knew he was being serious.

“No,” you rolled your eyes, grinning, “I’m not even supposed to be telling you. It’s supposed to be a ‘random act of kindness by your sweet little sister’.”

The two of you laughed. 

“Well, I’m not going without my other half.” 

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll be there.” He laughed and tickled your sides. 

“Jake won’t be happy I’m being invited.”

“Who do you think she’s asking on the trip right now?” 

Finally, his fingers were back in your hair and both sets of eyes on the screen. The movie didn’t have your attention anymore, though. 

“I take it the bar was fun last night,” you quipped. 

His brows raised in agreement, “I would say I’m never drinking again, but we both know that’s a lie.” 

Josh was quiet for a moment, “I didn’t…say anything weird did I?” 

You thought back to his lips on yours. 

“No more than usual.” 

“Good.” 

He was holding something back. Was he worried he spilled something he shouldn’t have? A band announcement? A girl? Your breath caught in your throat for a second and you passed it off as a cough. 

“What would you have said?”

He shrugged, but he knew. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you tonight,” he mentioned casually. 

On a call a few weeks ago, Josh had practically begged you to come out with him and the guys tonight. You agreed, because you missed them, and because going out just wasn’t the same without them. 

“Should I be concerned?” You elbowed him gently. Asking was stupid, because you already were. 

“I’m not sure,” he said earnestly, “I don’t think so. But the guys - nevermind.” 

Now you were really concerned. You left, making up some excuse about getting ready (even though it was about five hours until the guys would be over). 

Whatever he was telling you tonight, gave you a bad gut feeling. You sincerely hoped you were wrong. Regardless, you trudged through getting ready. You took a long “everything” shower - as you’d heard it regarded on Tiktok (Josh made fun of you for watching them, but you would always catch him quoting ones he thought were funny). You were on autopilot as you did your makeup, it was what you had seen as the “rockstar girlfriend” look - ironic, huh? 

A black mini skirt was layered with tights donning little hearts and a lacy black bra could be seen under a mesh long-sleeved crop top. Black leather boots that came up to your knees was your shoe of choice for the evening, and you knew that anyone else would mistake you for a groupie. Not Josh. Never Josh. To him you would always be his Little Red. 

Once your hair was done - even if that one piece kept falling in your face - you gave yourself a once over in the mirror. You looked hot. It had never mattered to you what a man thought so why, all of a sudden, did you care so much about what Josh had to say about your outfit? 

You thought back to Tara, had she been right? Were you falling in love with Josh? Or had those feelings always been there. 

“I swear to god, one more Shakespeare play and I’m-” 

“If you do it, I do it. I’m serious, too.” 

Ronnie had needed an extra elective because of an error her advisor had made, and you needed a class to fill a time slot you didn’t want empty. Romeo and Juliet had been so good your freshman year, so what harm would a Shakespearean Literature class be? Incredibly harmful. Analyses piled on top of the other and you could barely keep up with what you were supposed to be reading. Ronnie wasn’t having any better luck, so cheating wasn’t even an option. 

Homework should have been the last thing on your mind during Thanksgiving Break, but with the amount of practice Josh was having to do, the distraction seemed inviting. It wasn’t just practice, either, he and the guys had become serious about the band, performing gigs all around Michigan. You had banned them from ever coming back to the college, though, because of the attention Josh - and all of the boys - had received from the female audience. It was fine if you didn’t have to hear about it, right? Right, so no more University of Michigan gigs. Josh laughed, but he never even joked about coming back. 

They had gained quite a bit of popularity, and the last you had heard from Josh, a few labels wanted to talk to them. You refused to hear updates from anyone but the oldest Kiszka, if for nothing more so that you could talk to him. His original love of the theater had been put on the backburner, replaced by Rock n’ Roll, leather pants, and a rat tail you weren’t sure if you loved or hated. Josh loved the music, though, he loved making Jake happy and he bathed in the attention he got from the audience. 

“They’re not that different,” he explained, “The stage is different, but the crowd is all the same: they’re all there for a show.” 

“And you give it to them?” You mused. 

“Absolutely, mama.” There was also that. You assumed he had picked it up from Elvis or The Black Crowes or some other musical inspiration. He used it and your nickname interchangeably, at whim. His language, his looks, even his desires had changed. He was still your Josh though. 

Your reading of Hamlet, or maybe Macbeth, was interrupted by screaming in the lower level of the Kiszka house. You and Ronnie gave confused looks to each other before dashing downstairs. 

As soon as you were off the bottom step, Josh’s arms were around you and his face was buried in your neck as he spun you around. When he set you down, his eyes bore into yours. They were deep mahogany, and they reminded you of smooth satin with the golden flecks as ornate detailing. 

“We have a record deal!” It felt like time stopped. You had hoped for this moment, but you also knew what it meant. 

“That’s incredible, I’m so proud of you - all of you.” Nice save, by the way. You hugged him again, and you savored the smell of his cologne mixed with the faintest smell of the weed he’d smoked the night before. You could feel the tears, and Josh could too as they hit his shirt. 

He grabbed your hand and walked you to the back porch. Everyone still celebrating in the living room barely noticed. 

“What’s wrong, Little Red? Aren’t you happy?” He could read you like a book. His frown broke you a bit

“Yeah, I’m so happy for you.” You hated that you had made him feel like his accomplishment was a negative thing. 

“But?” He pressed. 

“You won’t forget me, right? Promise me you won’t forget me, Joshy.” Tears fell freely now and his arms wrapped tightly around you again. 

“How could I ever forget you? I,” he hesitated, “I love you.” 

In the moment, it made sense. He was comforting his best friend. Josh had always been so open with his feelings and affection that you had never really questioned that night. Now, as you sat on the floor in your bedroom, reeling from the very idea that you might be in love with him, you wondered. Could he have always been in love with you, too? Was this a two way street or were you about to crash and burn? 

You felt dizzy, but you got up and walked to the living room where Josh sat on the couch, his hands clasped together and an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. 

“Josh, I-”

“I have a girlfriend.”

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when we were young fest was so much fun!!! I'll post a read more if you wanna read about me yapping about my day (I went sunday the 20th:) )

took the monorail and honestly best decision we made all weekend ngl it was so smooth and easy. I started bright and early with neck deep at 11:45, i'm still salty as fuck about this because why were they so early 😭😭😭 they were a cant miss band though so had to move my ass. they started their set before we got to the stage so had to run/walk while screaming along to serpents. played the entire album except they had to cut haunt you but honestly fine with that, it's my least fav on lnotgy so whatever, ben barlow saying free palestine I know that's right my king.

anyway next was state champs!!! my mf band!!!!!! the finer mf things!!!!!! I couldn't pit for them unfortunately as I have been dealing with back pain (I don't know what it is) and i have beef with them which I will bitch to them about the next time I see them because they cut my absolute favorite song from the finer things, mind bottled! how could they do this to me!!!! yes we got everybody but you with ben but at what cost? I wanna hear mind bottled for once in my life!!!! they also cut over the line in favor of secrets but I didn't even notice because I was too mad about mind bottled. why would they do me like that. They way my jaw dropped lmfaoooooooo champs I'm coming for yalls asses be aware

Then we went to the main stages for cobra starship and simple plan. sat in the grass and listened to cobra starship, I wanted to hear snakes on a plane!!!! wish william beckett was there smh. simple plan was simple plan lol my bf wanted to hear welcome to my life so we stayed until then and then left. THEN THEY PLAYED WHERE I BELONG, BUT BROUGHT OUT DEREK FROM STATE CHAMPS! when I tell u I stopped dead in my tracks and turned tf around, thats the only simple plan song I fuck heavy with and it was the biblically accurate version. Derek discanio you will always be my king and i made sure everyone around me knew that lmfao

Break time in the grass hehe with some giant pizza.. preparing for the longest 5 hours of my mf life.

pierce the veil time because collide with the sky is a masterpiece. the crowd was god awful at this point it was so fucking annoying and I was in the back but whatever I got to hear one hundred sleepless nights live and biblically accurate king for a day so who gaf about the shit crowd. The girls around me during king for a day were great we needed more of that energy earlier during their set because I unfortunately couldn't give much energy due to my back it hurt so had and so did me feet and it was only the beginning lmfao

Jimmy eat world was good but man them songs were so boring if you don't know them which I don't 😭😭😭😭 how many slow songs does one album need like damn pick it up a little. I respect them though they sounded great just not what I was in the mood for when my feet were dying lmfao

a day to remember always kicks ass its unfortunate they are the way they are. I was already at the fest they do not get my money directly anymore before any of you come at me I haven't voluntarily listened to them in awhile. the juxtaposition going from ptv to Jimmy eat world to adtr 😭😭😭 then to fucking fall out boy was so funny

speaking of mf fall out boy I love them so much 😭😭 I used up all my energy for the first half of their set I was dead for the second half. I finally got to hear chicago is so two years ago live by them and not just a cover and they played mf thriller!!!!!!!!! One of my favs from ioh I was so fucking happy I didn't expect it. I was carrying the crowd in my section cause no one knew the words to anything but the basics lmfao and the 8 ball being cupids chokehold!!!! The way I screamed when Travie Mccoy came out, TAKE A LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND. SHES THE ONLY ONE I GOT 📣📣📣📣📣📣📣 insane honestly I love fob so fucking much 😭😭😭

and then the main event, the main reason I flew all the way to vegas, my chemical romance playing the black parade 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 I WISH it was three cheers but the black parade made more sense and it means they had to play the sharpest lives. they were so fucking good and they looked so good 😭😭😭 I hope they continue to play more shows because I need to see them again, genuinely no band will ever hit for me like mcr does. They've been my favorite band since 2010 and I was so grateful for the opportunity to see them perform tbp in full. the sharpest lives fixed me and disenchanted made me cry like a little bitch. I wish I was closer but I was not fighting thru that crowd I simply did not have the energy. I wish I had more energy for their set but my legs, feet, back were so sore and I could barely move lmfao. Also the crowd around me sucked as usual I hate festival crowds they are all so lame and boring like learn the fucking words please 😭😭

anyway I had a great time, it was so worth all the money that we spent, I have some minor complaints about the fest but nothing too crazy

[mrsjobarnes]

Not the only Cowboy - Chapter 2

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that. 

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader 

Word count: 1,543 

Likes & comments are welcome! 

Please do not steal my work! 

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Jake couldn’t wait till Saturday, everybody was in charge of bringing something. He was initially going to get just beer, but then he talked to one of his sisters and she suggested bringing sweet tea. 

Normally, Jake wouldn’t tell any of his sisters about a crush but she had always been able to read him like a book and coaxed it out of him. So here he was the night before on the phone with his mama making homemade sweet tea to bring. 

“Jake she must be some girl for you to cook,” his mama said, giggling. Since Jake was a kid, the family had a running joke about how he couldn’t be trusted to cook after he almost burned the house down after making toast. Toast. But to him, you were worth the risk of burning down his house. 

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The next morning Jake got up early to get ready. He wanted to be one of the first ones there. He shot Javy a text telling him he was on his way and then quickly looked in the mirror. ‘You’ve got this! You’re a smart, kind, charming, sexy & badass pilot’ he thought while fixing his hair. Once he got Javy they headed to the beach. 

“Dude, what’s wrong,” Javy asked in a concerned tone. “You’re gripping that steering wheel like it asked out one of your sisters,” he said, giggling to try and lighten the mood. 

“You promise you won’t tell or get mad?” Jake asked in a serious tone as the car pulled into the parking lot. Javy’s heart started racing, but he nodded, giving Jake the go-ahead. Jake looked him in the eyes “I am nervous because Y/N’s gonna be there,” Jake confessed. 

Javy bursts into laughter thinking Jake is just pulling his leg. “Dude nice joke, if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong it’s okay,” Javy said, still laughing. 

Jake gave him a look and it all snapped into place for the other pilot. “You’re not joking are you?” he asked. Damn he thought, Jake has only been like this when he was with his ex 4 years ago. “Listen if you are serious I’ll support you, but if you just want to mess around with her, don’t. It will cost all of us good nurses and a lecture from Cyclone. You and I both know that Cyclones are scary. Plus, she seems super nice,” he said. Jake nodded his head along as Javy spoke. He smiled a little because he does want something with you. “So, what’s the plan then?” Javy asked as he got out of the car and grabbed the veggie tray he brought. Jake followed behind thinking about it for a minute and then started scheming with Javy. 

Meanwhile, you just pulled into the parking lot and parked next to Bradley and Nat. “Hey Yall,” you say walking over to them. You had decided to bring your famous brownies. 

“Whatever you brought looks so good, Y/N,” Nat said as you guys walked toward the rest of the group. 

Jake walked up to you and offered to take the brownies to the picnic table where the rest of the food was laid out. You blushed and followed behind him. The table was filled with yummy-looking snacks. Nat called you over to set up your towel next to hers. As you walk over you can’t help but look at Jake walking over to the guys to play catch. Damn his ass looks great you thought. Bradley made his way over and started a conversation about whether or not his toenail is infected. Once you’ve examined it and given your diagnosis of an ingrown toenail you and Nat started picking on him. 

Jake looked over and saw that Bradley was making you laugh and got jealous. Javy notices this and tells him to go over and insert himself in the conversation instead of being salty.  “What are yall laughing about,” Jake asked.

You giggle and tell him that Bradley thought he was dying because of his ingrown toenail. 

“In my defense, it looked pretty bad,” Bradley said, throwing his hands up. 

You all giggled and decided it was time to play some football. You took off your top revealing a black one piece  and walked towards the water with Nat. 

“Pick your Jaw off the floor dude, She’s off limits” Bradley reminds Jake as they walk towards the group. 

As Bob explained the rules and divided up the teams, Jake saw you sizing everyone up and planning out your strategy with Nat. Right after they snapped the ball, Nat threw it at you and once you caught it Jake came after you. He wrapped his arms around you and tried to take the ball when you let out a shriek and thrashed out of his hold, eventually taking off towards the makeshift end zone. 

Once you got the touchdown, you did a silly dance that made up for the fear you caused Jake when you screamed. On the next snap, once you got the ball, Jake ran after you and when he finally caught you, he threw you over his shoulder and ran to his side of the field all while you just laughed. A couple of snaps later you decided to take a break and eat when suddenly Jake joined you. 

As you guys are walking up to the table you decide to strike up a conversation about Texas football. “So are you a college ball or an NFL fan?” you asked, praying he didn’t say the Cowboys. 

“College ball all the way, specifically the Longhorns. Have you seen our NFL teams? They suck. What about you?” he said.  

“NFL, the Kansas City Chiefs all the way,” you said with a huge smile.

“I didn’t peg you for a football girl,” he said, noticing how you lit up talking about it. 

“I was raised in a football family. It was what my dad and I did to bond,” you said. “It was one of the only ways I could connect with him. I didn’t do sports like my brothers, I mean I did but not ones that he understood,” you said with a sad smile on your face. Jake understood that look. If anybody understood complicated family dynamics it was him. He was the second child of seven - and the only boy - so he knew a thing or two about being the odd one out. 

“What sport did you do?” he asked, handing you a plate and then grabbing some food. 

“I did ballet, which I know some people don’t think is a sport, but I disagree,” you said sitting down on your towel. Almost all of Jake’s sisters dance or cheer so he knew that it was hard work and the fact that people didn’t think it counted always confused him. 

“My sisters danced and cheered, so I’ve seen firsthand the amount of strength it takes. Were you on point?“ he asks. You looked at him adoringly and told him all about your dance journey and how you had to give it up because of an injury and that is how you became a nurse. 

He was in awe of you, he knew right then that he had to make a move, but how? As he finished the veggies you made him get and his three sandwiches, he moved on to the brownies you made. 

He looked and asked, “Did you make these?” Once you nodded, he moaned out loud. “These are delicious.” You couldn’t help but blush. 

“What did you bring?” you asked him. 

“I brought my mama’s classic sweet tea,” he said. Your eyes lit up, and when you ask where it is he offers to get you a cup which you gladly accept. “Here you go Darling '' you start to blush. 

As you taste it you are met with the best tea you have had since leaving the south. “Mmmmm” you moaned. “This is delicious, ah I missed sweet tea,” you said looking at him. 

He blushed, glad that you enjoyed it, making a note to thank his mama. 

“So tell me about your sisters” The conversation continued as he talked about his sisters. Damn, he is so cute, I should just ask him out. What if he says no? Granted, then work will suck, but if he says yes? Then it could be great - god, pull yourself together Y/n. 

“So, Jake, what are you doing Friday night cause I was thinking we could go to this dance club?” you asked.

 He looked at you with round eyes “I would love to,” Jake said, smiling. 

“Okay it’s a date,” you said. As you started to clean up your plates and started walking towards your car and started exchanging information and making a plan. 

“I’ll pick you up at 6 Friday darling,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. As you pulled out of the parking lot you were filled with joy and couldn’t wait till Friday. 

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Ally? Ally.

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

Sade's first date with the Wakandan Queen and reconnection with her Riri.

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of abortion, some angst, hella fluff

Word Count: 2.9k+

Tags: @sweetalittleselfish-honey @letitias-fav @zestgodtj @becauseimswagman1 @iloveours@k3nn3dyxo @dayjlovesromance

A/N: Whew, yall have no idea what it took to finally get this story out! Enjoy this one, cuz my next story will have a bit of a time jump. I did proofread this, but I'm coming off a 12 and a half hour shift, so if you find any mistakes, pretend you didn't see them.

Enjoy &lt;3

“Are you out of your mind?” Iris asked, her voice ascending with each word. Honey was sprawled across our bedroom floor, laughter engulfing her. “There’s no way you’re going though, right?” Iris cuts through the sound of her partner’s chuckles. 

“Actually… I am,” I trail off, standing from my bed and heading to my closet.

“The Queen of Wakanda’s got balls,” Honey howls. “First she takes your girl from you, then she takes you for herself.” Iris cuts her eyes at Honey, silently shushing them, then turns back to me. “What’s going on in your head, Sade?”

Honey sits up at the question and adds “Yeah Corazóne. If you needed to get a ménage à trois out of your system, all you had to do was ask.” They’re struggling to hold back tears and giggles when Iris points to the door and tells poor Honey “Goodbye.”

Iris is much smaller than Honey, but her voice is so commanding that it gives her partner no choice but to obey. My roommate leaves our room, still cracking up. Iris turns back to me and walks over, grabbing both of my hands in hers. She repeats: “What is going on in your head? Why did you agree to go out with Shuri?”

She’s looking at me as if she can see right through me. I open my mouth to answer, then shut it again. I have to look away. If I keep looking Iris in the eyes, she’ll be able to get my entire life’s story out of me, dark secrets included. 

Iris isn't having it though. She releases one of my hands, grabs my chin, and pulls my eyes back to her. She deepens her gaze, eyebrows raising, and asks me once more. “What is going through your mind, Sade?”

“I miss her,” I cry out. Iris doesn’t say a word, instead nodding to my response. “I miss my Riri,” I continue. “I miss her so much it hurts, Iris.” Cue the damned tears that I’m tired of crying. “I want to see what Riri saw in her when she-” I can’t finish the statement. “I need to see what Riri saw in her.”

By the time I finish pouring out my heart, Iris is teary-eyed too. She blinks and I feel the hold she had on me snap. “Is this going to hurt you more than it’ll help you?”

Is it?

“I sure as hell hope it doesn’t,” I answer truthfully and Iris smiles at my response. “Let me help you get ready then.”

I’m so grateful because I didn’t even know where to start. Before I get a chance to thank her, Iris throws her arms around my neck and pulls me in. I don’t hesitate to hug her back, tightly. Tears fill my already damp eyes. I’ve needed a hug for so long. We stay in the embrace for several minutes, me with salty tears and snot running down Iris’ shoulder, and her rubbing my back in comfort. Iris pulls away first and walks over to my closet.

“Where is she taking you?”

“The Botanical Gardens.”

I see a flash of a smile on Iris’ face, but it doesn’t last long. Her expression is now one of worry. “You’re staying on campus for your date?” I offer up a confused “Yeah.” Iris’ anxious eyes grow more prominent than I ever thought was possible. 

“Sade, you’ve already got the entire student body talking about you because your girlfriend-” She changes her words when I flinch. “Ex-girlfriend went MIA. They’re gonna talk more.”

“They’re still talking? Riri’s back; she has been for a month, safe and sound. What are they possibly talking about?”

Iris cringes, holding a flowy white dress in her hands, and answers. “Sade, nobody knows where Riri was. You told Honey and me, but the only people who know where Riri was basically live within these four walls, and the only ones who know why are you, her, and the Queen.”

“So they’re making shit up? What are they saying?”

Iris walks over to my bed, lays the dress down, and sits beside it. She shrugs, “It’s what the human brain does to fill in the gaps.”

“Iris,”  I start slowly. “What are they saying?”

An insincere chuckle leaves her lips. “Depends on who you ask. One theory is that you were abusing Riri and she was hospitalized for a few days.” My jaw drops, but Iris continues. “Somebody told me that Riri cheated on you with a professor and ended up pregnant. She left and went to Virginia for an abortion, and when you found out, you dumped her.”

“What the fu-” My phone’s buzzing silences the explicits about to leave my mouth. Shaking my head and reaching into my pocket, I pull out the little device and read the message that just came in from a number I don’t recognize. The message reads: ‘I have sent Okoye to pick you up. I will see you at the gardens in 20 minutes, Miss Davis.’ It’s clearly from Shuri. My eyes focus on the last part of the text. 20 minutes. I had 20-now 19 minutes and 27 seconds- to be ready and out the door. 

“Shit Iris, I’m gonna be late.”

“That’s kind of your M.O.”

I don't even have time to glare at the girl. Instead, I rush to my vanity. “Ight now. Come make me pretty.”

Okoye doesn't knock when she arrives. The general picks the lock, just as she had when she first stepped foot in my place. I’m sliding on my shoes and standing in the warrior's presence. She looks me up and down, taking in my appearance. I don’t know how, but Iris had worked her magic on me. The white dress was cut low enough to give a peek of cleavage, and the thin spaghetti straps held them high and proud. The hem of the dress flowed and just barely kissed the ground. She didn’t do much to my hair. “Your natural curls look best,” she’d told me, fluffing the type 4 coils. 

“Let’s go,” Okoye finally spoke. “The Queen is waiting.”

The ride to the gardens was an awkward, silent one. Okoye’s eyes never left me, while mine searched for anything but her. I nearly jumped out of the vehicle when we arrive, longing to escape the Wakandan’s glare. 

My eyes scan through the flock of flowers, searching for the Queen. I spot her a few feet away, crouched to the ground, examining some plant with intensity. 

I step towards her hunched figure, slowly and hesitantly. The nerves in my body were growing and spreading. Maybe I should just turn around and go home… Too late; she’d seen me. She stands, towering over my short frame, and greets me with a wide smile. Her majesty’s eyes wander my body and somehow that large smile grows larger. 

“Okay,” she drags out. “Not even together yet and you’re already matching my drip.”

I feel the blush start in my stomach and climb up to my cheeks as I look down at her fit. She’s wearing all white as well, toned muscles on display through the fabric, and curls hanging low in her face. 

“You look stunning,” her words pulled my eyes away from her body and back to her face. Blushing even harder, I whispered “Thanks.”

The queen holds her hand out, offering it up to me. “Come,” she speaks. “Walk with me?” I found myself nodding in agreement and allowed her hand to rest in mine. It fit so well, her hard calloused fingers countering my soft, manicured ones. We walked in slow motion up the path in comfortable silence. I caught her big, brown eyes searching the plants that surrounded us before making their way back to me. She spoke first, breaking the stillness.

“I’m not the person you think I am.”

That stops me in my tracks and I turn to face her. “I’m sorry?”

“I am not the person you think I am,” she repeats. I’m intrigued by her words. “How would you know what I think of you?” I challenged.

Her smile drops and a mask of seriousness overtakes her features. With furrowed brows and a sigh, the Queen responds. “I’m not a homewrecker or some selfish bitch. I was not trying to break up you and Riri. It’s just- so much was happening. There were so many emotions. I needed an outlet, but I went about it all wrong and I will never be able to apologize enough.”

I tried to swallow, but my throat rejected the action, too dry to attempt it.

“When Namor attacked my country, my people were caught off guard; we were unprepared.” I nodded. “Riri told me this already,” I started. Shuri’s eyes grew teary. “I’m sure she left this part out.”

“Namor targeted my mother and Miss Williams. He flooded my palace and when we reached it my moth-” Her voice cracked and her hand squeezed mine, needing an anchor. I squeezed back. “Shuri, you don’t have to. I know what happened to Queen Ramonda.”

Shuri held up her free hand, eyes pleading, and I was silenced. She continued.

“My mother and your Riri were laid on their backs. Surrounded by water, neither one breathing.”

I felt my breath hitch in my chest. Riri mentioned the Queen’s drowning but omitted her own.

“I tried to help. To save them both, but I didn’t have the strength of the black panther yet; I was easily restrained. Okoye and Nakia took charge. Nakia took to Miss Riri and shocked her twice. Okoye did the same to my mother.” Tears were flowing down the Queen’s slender face and I realized they were coating my own as well. “It took only one more shock for Riri to come to, coughing and throwing up the water that filled her stomach and lungs. My mother never woke.”

My chest heaves as I process her words. I could've lost my Riri for good, and I would have never known. “She-” I attempt. “She didn’t-”

“I didn’t think she would,” the Queen interrupts. “She blames herself for my mother’s death.”

My mind is racing, trying to digest all of this. Shuri’s slender hands rise to my face and wipe it free of the tears adorning it. “I have been through so much this past year, but you have been through so much mental anguish lately, sithandwa sam. Your eyes are filled with so much sadness.” Her hand lingers on my face, caressing my cheek. I lean into the touch, not realizing how deprived I had been. 

“Queen Shuri,” I begin. The young royal shakes her head. “Just Shuri, please.” 

“Shuri,” I say slowly. “Why did you ask me out?”

Her eyes finally leave my face and her head hangs. “Riri spoke of you in Wakanda. Very highly, might I add. I thought to myself ‘Wow! I have to meet the girl who receives such praise from the most intelligent person I know.”

By now, Shuri and I have reached the bench in the center of the garden and together, we take a seat. “She talked about me?”

“Always.”

“So, you knew I existed and you two still-” I trailed off.

My question catches the Queen off guard. “We were in an overly emotional state, Miss Davis-” Now it’s my turn to interrupt. “Sade,” I correct. She nods and continues. “Sade, we were so caught up in our emotions and it just happened.” 

I nodded, growing exhausted from hearing the same answer, exhausted from the drama, and exhausted from all the damn tears I cried. 

Shuri and I sat together on the bench until night fell and the air grew chilly under the moon’s shadow. We spoke for hours, getting to know more about one another than what was on the surface. 

She told me stories of her late brother, King T’Challa, and we laughed through our tears. Moments passed and we sat in silence, staring at the large, bright orb that filled the sky, 

“You’re so easy to talk to,” the Queen spoke. A smile grew on my face before I could contain it. She smiled at me and brought my knuckles to her lips, planting a light kiss upon them. “I really enjoyed our night.”

“I did too,” I stated honestly. Because I had. Shuri had made me blush and laugh and cry and open up in a matter of hours. She rose from the bench and I followed suit. Still hand in hand, we began walking in the direction of my dorm. 

“What do you say to a second date?” the tall girl questions, trying and failing to hide her excitement. A laugh escapes me. “I’m serious,” she whines. “I’m working to make you mine.”

“Are you taking Riri on dates?” I ask.

Her head shakes back and forth. “You’re my focus, for now, pretty girl.”

I blush and don’t offer a verbal response, just nodding.

“Okay. Second date. When and where?” Shuri’s smile lights up the darkness brighter than the moon as we reach my front door. “I’ll text you all the details. Just show up looking pretty.”

The Queen plants another peck on my hands and one on my cheek before skipping off, happily into the night. Smiling hard, I barely step foot into my home before I’m ambushed. 

Honey and Iris are seated on the couch and my Riri is at their feet on the floor. All eyes are on me when I walk in and Riri makes no effort to hide her roaming eyes. Iris speaks first. “They’re talking.”

“Already? The date just ended. I just walked through the door.”

“Yeah, well you dating the Queen of Wakanda is the talk of the town,” Honey chuckles. 

“We’re not dating,” I retort, ad Riri simultaneously expresses “They’re not dating.” I glance down at her, but she won’t meet my eyes. I make my way across the living room to my and Honey’s bedroom door. 

“I’ll deal with it in the morning, Iris. Thanks.” 

She offers me a smile and says “We’ll deal with it in the morning.”

I smile back at her alliance, then turn my head to the girl on the floor. “You.”

She looks up and I nod my head in the direction of my room. “Let’s talk.”

Her brows are raised and her eyes are as big as saucers, but she obeys. We file into the room and I shut the door. 

“How was your date?” She asks before I can even finish clicking the lock behind us. 

I face her and evenly reply “You drowned, huh?” Riri’s face flushes and she stammers, struggling to gather her words. I take the opportunity to continue. “You died, Ri and you could’ve stayed dead and I would have never known what happened to you.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” the girl whispers.

“I put out a fucking missing persons for you Ri. I was already fucking worried.”

She looks defeated and says nothing. “You left me Ri and came back harboring secrets. We never kept secrets. You were supposed to love me.”

Riri steps towards me and pulls my body to hers. “I do love you. So much, Sade. I want to reverse time and take it all back.”

“But you can’t,” I state, an undeniable sadness lacing my words.

A smirk grows across her pretty face. “C’mon baby, you know I’m all genius and shit. I could build us a time machine right now; just say the words.”

The ridiculous statement brings a laugh out of me and I feel my guard melt away. “Why are you even here, Ri?”

“I came over to help Iris with damage control.”

My eyebrows formed the question my mouth couldn’t.

“The rumors are spreading faster than we can keep up with. And they’re kind of wild.”

I groan. “I know. Did you know you were pregnant by a professor?”

“The hell?” I laugh at the poor girl’s confusion. I walk to my bathroom, stripping my body of the dress and picking up a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sports tee. 

“So you stole my Chicago Bulls shirt?” I ignore her, knowing any answer would bring her to anger. My girl doesn’t play about her Bulls. I move to sit on my bed and pat the empty space next to me. Riri hesitantly agrees and makes herself comfortable. She grabs my hand and pulls it into her lap, playing with my fingers and tracing my nails. 

“You really don’t care about what they’re saying?”

“No,” I answer quickly. “My friends don’t think that of us and those nosey fuckers aren’t paying my tuition.”

Riri laughs at my words and nods in agreement. “So,” she begins again. “How was your date?”

I think back to the day I’d just had with the Wakandan Royal and smile. “It was good.”

Her face falls slightly. “Do I have competition?”

“No, my Riri,” I allow my head to drop to her shoulder. “You have an ally.”

“An ally? Sade, are we really a throuple type of couple?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I think we could be. Don’t you want to give it a try?”

Riri’s silent, thinking about my words. She lifts her arm to wrap around my body and I fall deeper into her. 

Hmmm, the sweet girl hums. “An ally,” this time a statement instead of a question.

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