#now thats what i call polka

[weirdalyoutubecomments]

[belltherad]

weird al's new medley is unfortunately overall bad and all over the place which is unfortunate bc what is good is GREAT (old town road & WAP) but the transitions are trash and there is an entire minute out of the four minutes dedicated to shake it off. when the world needed him most....

[angabby-zzz]

Im fighting for my life

[ratgingi]

i think if my art was a song it would be one of weird al's pop song polka cover things. i cant explain why just trust me

[8thwonderz-ofthewrld]

thanks bill for getting the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny stuck in our head again

[shotmrmiller]

I'm your only situationship.

A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.

18+ MDNI

TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.

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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar. 

Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?”

“Not at all. This is after all the 21st century. I’m simply asking— wouldn’t want any missus at home getting upset.”

“There’s no one at home for me, lass.”

“Well then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and we’ll see where this night takes us?” 

He slightly nodded —he’d never say no to a free drink— and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.

“C’mon, pet. I’ll cover the tab. Too good f’me, now?”

His phone vibrated a minute later.

“I can’t today, Si.”

“Why not? I know you don’t go out on Sundays.”

As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.

“I’ve got a dick appointment~ It’s been a year and then some and I’m gonna claw at my walls if I don’t get a fix ASAP.”

Simon goes tense— soft blues hardening to a silver and he’s gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.

“Hiya, Si!” 

“What the fuck is a dick appointment?”

“Oh,” you giggle. “I forget you older folk don’t know ‘bout that. It’s just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.’ Exactly what I need right now.” You don’t tell him that the reason you’ve practically regrown your hymen is that when you’re best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison. 

“Anyway Si-, he’s getting here in like an hour-”

“No.” And hangs up. 

The young woman who’s casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast it’s falling back with a loud clang, and he’s yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard they’re about to become fingerless—

“Hey! I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?!”

One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, “Pet, with how good I’m gonna fuck her, she won’t even have to ask to know she’s mine.”

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You’re standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. ‘Weird,’ you think, then shrug and put the phone down. ‘Maybe the call got dropped.’

You finally complete the look with your false lashes when there’s a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. ‘7:14 pm’. You know the guy said at 8 and you’re in one of Simon’s big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchie— The pink leopard print booty shorts you’ve got on will suffice. 

The second time there’s a knock it’s even louder. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m coming!” 

You open the door and say, “I’m sorry I took so long, I—”

Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and he’s almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door open—

“Simon, what the fuck? What’re you doin—”

“Where is he?”, he snarls.

“Who?! Are you talking about my date? He’s not getting here til 8! And why’re you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!”

You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,

“You need to leave. I haven’t even finished getting ready. I promise I’ll—”

“No, pet.”

“Will you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swear—”

“Pet.” 

You’re holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. You’ve seen Simon without his mask— that isn’t the reason you can no longer find your voice. It’s the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, you’re down horrendously.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that you’re getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he won’t drop you in the move to your bedroom.

He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out, 

“If you think,” grind “that I’m gonna allow My,” grind “Girl,”  grind—and you whimper in his ear,  “get fucked by some little cock two pump chump,” he gives a forced chuckle, “you must be daft, pet. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, you’ve got it now. “ 

He moves his face to hover his lips over yours— you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlier— and he whispers, “You ever like this and I’m around, you come to me. And if I’m away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back I’ll give this,” he taps your pussy over your shorts, “greedy little cunt all the cock it can take.”

With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and you’re moaning into it because you’ve wanted this for too long and he’s finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adam’s apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked. 

Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed. 

You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throw— you’re still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which you’re grateful for because the grey knickers you got on aren’t what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.

Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand,  goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lips— so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed him— and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, you’re slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger that’s curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that he’s pressing into, over and over. God you’re about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and you’ve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm you’re sinking your nails into—

Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he can’t possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, “The first time I’m gonna make you come, it’ll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.” 

You’re nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him.  With a twirl of his index, he’s telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your back— resting your head on your forearms— and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank. 

“You have a condom?” 

You shake your head and you mewl out, “No, but I’m clean.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us.”

You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it. 

“Fuckin’ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.” 

You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatter— loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simon’s thick girth— and god, Simon doesn’t stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and you’d think he’s unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him in— but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise. 

He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, “I hope you didn’t think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckin’, now she’s gonna get it.” 

He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hips— propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock. 

Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back,  stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you can’t help yourself— you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.

That has him hissing air between his teeth, he’s about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and you’re almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need it— you’re drenching the sheets underneath you— and now he’s spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but he’s again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length. 

“Oh, fuckin hell.” He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know he’s close.

“Come in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise I’ll keep it all in.”

He gives a strained chuckle and says, “Pet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.” He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrusts— and then there’s warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what it’s like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it. 

He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.

“Fuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.” 

You’re about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.

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[blueheron15]

TOO SOON TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU

pairing: jj x fem!routledge!reader

summary: jj navigating his childhood and adolescence while seeing john b as a brother, but y/n as something… more.

warnings: flangst, suggested smut

a/n: wow this was longer than i thought it was gonna be and thats why i am edging yall with the ending... THERE WILL BE A PART TWO

jj and john b had been brothers since third grade. it was common knowledge for everyone on the island. don't cross john b unless you wanted to deal with jj, too, or vice versa. it was a well-known fact.

they began playing together at recess, and soon, john b came back home talking about his new friend. he would eventually begin bringing two lunches to school with him so jj could actually eat.

the first time they hung out outside of school, they went fishing off of the ocean at the chateau. they were called inside for lunch by the ringing of a bell.

"wut was that?" jj asked in his southern drawl, toothless mouth quirking in confusion as he dropped a minnow back into the water.

"my daddy's callin' us back for lunch." john b explained, beginning to pull up the anchor of the johnboat.

"is your daddy nice?" jj asked, helping his friend gather the ropes.

"he's just a normal dad." john b shrugged, adjusting his hat before starting the motor.

"my dad hates me." jj explained, as if it were a simple fact of life. he sat down.

"well, i think mine'll like you."

from that day on, jj had practically been adopted into the routledge family. the littlest sibling, y/n routledge, was only five when they met, and was relatively closed off at first. while the four of them ate at the table that day, big john had shown an affection towards his son and jj, but made no effort to include his daughter in the conversation.

the age gap, which seemed significant at first, slowly dwindled away as john b's friend group expanded to the rest of the pogues. y/n hung out with them sometimes, too.

jj had always thought she was nice, and he enjoyed getting a rise out of her, but his best friend for life was her brother. that's who he was looking for on the night he happened to fall in love with her.

y/n was 12, and jj was 14. he knew john b was at a small party kiara was throwing (a farewell party to kildare high school, if you will), but he was hoping he would be back by one am. jj stumbled into the chateau, tripping over the step into the house.

"shit!" he cursed, his already bruised cheek making contact with the dusty hardwood floor. "ugghhhh" he groaned, slowly hoisting himself up.

"jj?" he heard a voice mumble.

his head snapped up, finding y/n standing in the kitchen. suddenly, his cheeks flushed as he looked at his star wars pajama pants, embarrassed that she was seeing him like this. "uh, yeah." he cleared his throat, taking a step further into the dimly lit house. "hey, y/n."

he could have sworn he heard her sniffle, but she too took a step forward, flicking on the living room light.

"isn't it passed your bedtime?" jj asked, at the same time y/n said "what happened to you?"

his hand made it's way to the back of his neck, scratching. "nuthing." he said dismissively. "just got inta an argument with my old man."

her face contorted into a frown, walking up to him and grabbing his arm. as she lead him into the bathroom, he had a strange thought that she looked adorable in her polka dot pajama pants and one of pope's old t shirts.

"why'd he do this to you?" she asked softly, grabbing disinfecting ointment from the cabinet. "sit on the toilet so i can clean you up."

jj rolled his eyes, deflecting. "i dont need you to clean me up. was lookin' for your brother anyway."

"well," she started, confirming his previous thought. "john b's not here, and neither is my dad cuz he never is, and in case you didn't know, it's been 10 years since my mama left, and i'm all alone, and i'd really not like to be alone right now so could you please just sit?"

she finished her rant with a stray tear leaking down her cheek, a red face, and a huff of air. jj tried not to let his grin show. they way she got so flustered, the way she annunciated each word, made his heart flutter despite the heaviness of the situation. "hold your horses, i'll stay." he said, raising his hands up in surrender.

he sat down on the toilet lid as she tended to his busted lip, cut under eye, and bruised cheek. she worked in silence for a little while.

"he did this to me cuz im a piece of shit." he eventually muttered.

"you're not." she insisted, shaking her head.

"you only think that because i'm john b's friend." he scoffed. "maybe he's right, anyway. he caught me stealin from the gas station. maybe i deserved this."

she looked at him. jesus, jj thought, when did her eyes become so... pretty? "you didn't think we're friends?"

jj looked down at the floor, before bashfully meeting her gaze. "guess we are now."

jj slept over, obviously, and they sat together on the couch as she showed him the only existing photo of her and her mother.

"i wonder if she would like me if she knew me now." y/n thought out loud.

jj took it upon himself to use humor to make her feel better. "pretend im your mom." he shrugged.

"what?" she squeaked, looking at him like he was crazy.

he cleared his throat before raising it an octave to make him sound like a woman. "oh, y/n!" he exclaimed, grabbing the ends of her hair. "my daughter, you're sooo beautiful!"

"ew!" she she giggled as jj got closer and closer to her. "get off me jj!" she laughed, playfully shoving him away.

"you don't want some lovin' from your mama?" he teased, still in a girly voice.

she kicked him gently, squealing in delight at his antics. "you're not my mama!" she insisted.

they began wrestling playfully, jj pushing her so she was laying on the couch, pinning her down. and, when john b walked in, he thought it was nothing more than some classic routledge and maybank sibling bonding.

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from that moment on, there was an undeniable shift between the two of them. somehow, y/n had gone from nice, to adorable, to pretty at her thirteenth birthday party. the pogues and some of her girlfriends from school had been invited to the chill hang out at the chateau.

she was talking to some of her other friends, in a lovely white sundress and brown cow boy boots, when jj nearly choked on the vodka he had added into his lemonade.

"i never realized how pretty y/n was." pope commented, swinging on the hammock.

"what?!" jj shrieked, spitting out his drink.

"ew, dude." kiara said, rolling her eyes.

"don't you think she looks nice?" pope inquired.

"uh, well, i mean, um" jj stuttered. "what?"

"that's all i'm sayin, dude. y/n is-"

"y/n is what?" john b asked, joining them.

"pope's got a lil crush." kie said, smirking.

"t-this is outrageous!" jj exclaimed.

"why do you even care?" asked kie.

"b-because-"

"obviously because she's like a sister to him and it's gross." john b explained, rolling his eyes. "new rule. no macking on my sister."

"you got that pope?" jj asked seriously, pointing an accusatory finger.

"i wasn't planning on macking on her!" pope cried, defending himself.

jj huffed. "good." he muttered under his breath. he definitely did think pope macking on y/n would be gross. but not for the reason john b had said. something stirred within his chest. it was a gross, green feeling.

...was he jealous?

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when jj was sixteen and when y/n was fourteen, the "no macking on y/n" rule had been transformed into the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule. this was due to both y/n and kiara being mature enough to wear bikinis. like, proper bikinis.

it was the first day of summer break. kiara was back from the kook academy, jj didn't have to deal with fucking geometry anymore, he snuck off the previous night with some touron older girl and had his first time behind a tree, and holy hell life was good. the pogues joined some other students at the beach for surfing and a bonfire.

but his eyes were on y/n.

shit, was he a pervert? after all, she was only 14, and one of his best friends. she came fishing with him and john b even though she didn’t particularly enjoy the activity. they were constantly play wrestling, or giving each other sea shells as little gifts. and, jj constantly called her mama, much to john b’s demise. it was one of their inside jokes.

she had just looked so good in her blue bikini and she was actually growing boobs. as jj sat on the sand, watching her surf, he barely noticed kiara and another girl approach him.

“hey, j!” kie called.

“‘sup?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of y/n. she was an amazing surfer, but he was ready to jump into action if she happened to wipe out.

“this is lacy.” kiara said, motioning to the girl next to him. she had a nice rack and a sexy body, with beautiful blonde hair. “i went to the look academy with her.”

“oh?” jj said, raising a brow. “a kook, huh? watchu doin’ on this side of the island, princess?” he shamelessly flirted. kie rolled her eyes in disgust, but lacy placed her palm against a tree, leaning in seductively.

“everyone on figure eight thinks they’re too proper to have fun for a night.” she shrugged.

jj grinned. he was catching her drift, alright.

he brought her back to chateau and fucked her good. well, at least he tried to. but with the image of y/n in his mind, he came in like 15 seconds. he made it up to her by eating her out, which was divine, pleasing her in the way he believed every woman should be.

lacy left, and after jj cleaned himself up and put on a fresh pair of boxers and gray sweatpants, he exited big john’s room, which was now practically his after the man’s disappearance, to get a drink.

he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw y/n sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter. she gave him a knowing look, rolling her eyes as the tears fell.

“shit.” he cursed, walking up to her. “uh. you heard that?”

she scoffed. “everyone heard it. i don’t care about that, though. it’s just… i… do you think i’m pretty, jj?”

“what’re you talkin about?”

she hiccuped. “am i pretty?” she repeated. he let out a breath. shit, how was he supposed to answer that? hell yeah, she was pretty. but she took his silence as a no. “i know i’m not. but it’s not fair that everyone sees me as just some little kid.” she explained. “none of the guys in my grade want to date me. i h-haven’t even kissed anybody yet, and you guys are all having sex, and it’s not fair!”

he tentatively sat down on a stool next to her. “you’re still young.”

“so that means i’m ugly?” she retorted.

“i think yer the prettiest girl on this whole damn island.” jj explained. he was so vulnerable, wide blue eyes staring into hers.

“… you do?”

“i do.” he said softly, nodding. he extended a hand, tucking a stray frizzy and sun dried lock of hair behind her hair. “i really do, mama.” he wondered out loud.

“well…” her heart was beating out of her chest as she took in a shaky breath. “thank you.” she grinned cheekily, cheeks beat red.

“you’re welcome.” he said, tailing a finger down her cheek before going to get up.

“wait” she said in a distressed tone. she grabbed his arm, stood up, and quickly pulled him foreword, pressing her lips to his.

it barely lasted two seconds, and jj didn’t even have time to close his eyes before y/n was pulling away.

she stepped back, staring at him. he brought a hand up to ghost over his lips. he had never felt so much electricity. his lips were literally buzzing.

“kie told me her first kiss made her want to puke.” y/n stated. “um. are all first kisses supposed to be that good?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“uh.” he said, voice hoarse. “mine sure as hell wasn’t.”

“oh.”

“yeah… oh.”

“okay. um, g’night jay!” she squeaked, retreating into her room.

jj was doomed.

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y/n routledge had ruined every other girl for jj. he was absolutely besotted with her.

but, the problem was, he couldn't have her. john b would forbid it.

"it's just like, fuckin gross, man!" john b complained, laying on the hammock as he mindlessly threw a hackey sack in the air, catching it. "like, i don't wanna see you macking on my little sister, sorry."

"she's her own person, man." jj said, waxing his board. "just let her be."

"he's a douche." john b insisted. he wasn't very fond of y/n's first ever boyfriend. "she's only 15, why does she even need a boyfriend?"

"i got a feelin' you'll hate anyone she dates." jj replied with an eye roll.

"probably." john b cringed.

jj fought back a shudder. would he hate me if i dated her?

suddenly, y/n came speeding around the corner on her bike, pushing it to the ground and ditching it, sprinting into the house.

"what the hell?" jj asked. him and john b were immediately following her inside.

"y/n?" john b asked, swiftly approaching her. "what's wrong?"

she stood in the middle of the living room, her body wracking with sobs. "h-he... he..." she couldn't even get the words out as she covered her hand with her mouth.

"did he hurt you? what's happenin?" jj asked, concerned. he placed a hand on each of her shoulders, craning his neck down so they were at eye level with each other.

her lips quivered as she sighed, and jj's heart broke.

"he broke up w-with me." she finally managed to get out.

jj recoiled, and him and john b shared a look.

"he's dead."

that night, after the three of them laid together in bed (a y/n sandwich, with her in the middle of the two boys) and did all the girly post break up shit u see in movies together, it was nearing two am when they decided to call it a night.

jj sat on the edge of her bed for a little while, watching her tuck herself in tight underneath the covers.

"you gonna be okay?" he asked.

she hiked up a shoulder. "i'm gonna have to be."

a beat of silence passed. "he's a fuckin idiot for fumbling you." she snorted. "it's true!" jj insisted, his voice growing higher in insistence.

y/n smiled sadly. "thanks, jay."

he gave her a solute. "well, goodnight, mama." he went to get up, but she reached out.

"wait. um. i don't really wanna be alone tonight."

"oh. you want me to get jb, or...?"

in a small and vulnerable voice, she asked. "can you stay?"

"uh, y/n, im not sure how good of an-" he protested, running a hand through his messy blonde locks.

"please, jj." she begged, her voice cracking.

jj didn't stand a chance. "you know i can't say no to you." he whispered, a soft smile on his face.

y/n reached behind her, grabbing an extra pillow and handing it to him. he grabbed the extra blanket on the edge of her bed, getting comfortable on the floor.

they laid in silence for a few moments, just listening to the hum of the crickets and the crashing of the waves in the distance. jj was 99% sure she was asleep, and moved to get up, when she finally spoke.

"he broke up with me because he kept trying to force me to have sex but i didn't want to." she confessed, her words awkwardly cutting through the silence.

"are you fucking kidding me?" jj asked, disgusted.

"please don't kill him." she sighed.

"please don't kill him," jj repeated, mocking her tone. "nah, fuck that. what's this guys address? i swear, i'm gonna-"

"you're gonna do what, jj?" she retorted.

"egg his house, slash his tires, beat him up, i don't know! the point is, that was a dick move. and that's not okay to do. especially to you. cuz your-"

he stopped himself. in the midst of their heated conversation, they had both propped themselves up on their elbows, y/n looking down at jj and him looking up at her. they lowered themselves back down in to a recumbent position.

"i'm what?" y/n whispered.

jj thought for a moment. you’re my girl. you’re so incredibly special. that’s what his mind was thinking. but he couldn’t say that. could he?

“because you’re like a sister to me.” he choked out. he didn’t sound believable at all.

“am i really though?” she pressed.

jj wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all. “we can’t, y/n.” he forced himself to say.

“…i know.” she conceded. “but maybe…” she thought out loud. she let a hand dangle down, off the edge of the bed. “friends can hold hands, right?”

he intertwined their fingers together, holding his arm up for her. “yeah. they can.”

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jj and y/n continued to find loopholes in order to be able to act on some of their feelings while not making it obvious for john b.

friends kissed each others cheeks. friends took naps together, bodies intertwined in the hammocks. friends got jealous of flirting. friends called each other nick names like “mama” or “baby” or “bub.”

right?

y/n was providing light in jj’s fucked up life, which become increasingly worse with this search for gold.

jj knew that y/n was having a hard time with her brother following in her fathers footsteps. this made them grow closer, as the barrier that was john b was less and less present, constantly on the go or with sarah cameron.

for fucks sake, they were held at gun point today by barry, who jj knew bc he used to sell coke to his dad.

who, speaking of which, beat him to shit. jj didn’t know how to deal with everything and so he bought a hot tub.

he couldn’t be bothered at pope and kie lecturing him. he couldn’t be bothered that he blew the money. but when y/n stepped inside the hot tub upon seeing the bruises on his abdomen, holding him tight against her chest and stroking his hair, he finally broke down.

he allowed her to dry him off and get him into some clothes. they lay together in her room, this time, both together on her bed as jj needed the physical affection.

he was practically on top of her, his face nuzzled into her neck, but she didn’t mind. she ran her fingers through his hair and up and down his back, to the point where he was practically purring and melting completely into her, mending their bodies together as one.

he was never so vulnerable, not with anyone else.

“thank you,” he croaked out. “for dealing with me.”

“hey.” she gently reprimanded. “don’t say it like it’s some kind of chore. i want to be able to help you, bub. we all do.”

he nodded, to tired to put up a fight. “only want your help tho.”

she smiled into his temple. “i feel like you’re the only person who actually gets me.“ she admitted.

“me too.”

that morning, upon waking up, the two of them had shifted to jj spooning her from behind, holding on tightly. and y/n didn’t mind one bit.

“morning,” she whispered sleepily, intertwining their legs together.

he groaned, stretching his legs out, but not separating them from hers. “mornin’”

“i gotta show ya somethin” he said after a few minutes of laying there admiring y/n. she looked so serene and peaceful in his arms, the sunlight streaming in from the windows and making her look like an angel.

“uh oh what did you steal?” she joked.

“i didn’t steal anything.” he said with an eye roll, sitting up and walking out of the room momentarily. he returned with something shiny in his hands. “i got u somethin when i splurged on the hot tub.”

“jj” she gently chided, propping herself up on her elbows.

“it’s fine.” he protested. “everyone knows the cats ass is dope as fuck. here.”

he held out a gold chain with a small j on it.

y/n held it in her hands, smiling down at it, then looking up at him.

“j as in…” she trailed off, smirking. “jj?”

he nodded and unspoken words passed between them. he put in on her neck, and she thought to herself that she would never take it off.

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the night of john b and sarah’s “death” was the best and worst night of y/n and jj’s lives.

“we… we lost em.” shoupe said, his words echoed by the booming thunder. “i’m sorry.”

“you lost them? what do you mean you lost them? like they’re gone? what are you talking about?” pope tried to frantically clarify.

jj’s jaw clenched. kiara’s face dropped. and y/n just stood there, numb as her heart plummeted into a deep abyss.

“they took an open boat into a tropical depression, pope.” the officer explained.

“so they’re dead?” kie asked.

“we don’t know.” said shoupe.

jj’s anger took over. “you drove em straight into the storm, man! are you kidding me?! come here!” he growled, pummeling shoupe.

“jj, stop!” kiara cried.

“get over here! i’m gonna kill you you bastard! you killed them!” he said, trying to fight off the other cops who were restraining him.

pope tried to reason with shoupe, and kiara was begging for it all to stop.

everything was going in slow motion for y/n. her brother… her brother was dead. there was no way he and sarah could have made it through that storm.

as kiara’s parents enveloped her into a hug, and as pope’s parents came in, extremely worried for their son and his friends, jj and y/n made eye contact.

all they had left was each other.

jj calmed down, and when he ripped himself out of the police’s grip, he walked toward y/n who ran and jumped up into his arms. he held her tight, silent tears running down his cheeks as she wailed.

“no, no!” she whimpered, clinging to jj as if they were the last two people on earth.

“i know baby.” he tried to comfort. “i know.”

they found themselves in the porch the chateau, each sitting on an opposite end of the couch, staring outside. jj was smoking his weed and y/n took the occasion puff.

both of their voices were hoarse and eyes were puffy from crying.

“what am i gonna do?” she wondered, voice cracking. “you can’t let them take me away, jj. y-you can’t.”

“and i won’t.” he promised. “i swear. no one is gonna take you, or hurt you. ever. okay? if they do it’s gonna be over my dead body.”

he scooted closer towards her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him.

“my brother.” jj said solemnly, shaking his head and exhaling a puff of weed. “john b was, is, my brother. i don’t know, man… do you think he’s really dead?”

“i don’t know. i don’t know anything anymore.” she whispered.

“well, there’s one thing i do know.” he said. “with everything happening… shit, who knows? who knows what’ll happen to us? i just… i-i gotta tell ya… john b may be like a brother to me, but you were never like a sister to me.”

with wide eyes, she turned her head towards him. “jj… what are you saying?”

“i’m sayin that… y/n i’ve never seen you as just jb’s lil sister. i’ve always seen you as- as you. you know i’m not good at expressing my feelings.” he took a deep breath, nervous. but he looked into her eyes. “but i want to try.”

she smiled, for the first time all night.

“you’re cute, but somehow sexy at the same time. you make me wanna actually open up to you, and be vulnerable, and be better. a-and, you’re so fucking funny too, dude. i know you’ve always struggled with separating yourself from your dad and john b. and maybe sometimes you think that nobody notices you. but y/n, you’re all i notice. you’re everywhere, all the time, and it’s so scary. but… what’s scarier is the fact that i could lose you like john b and you would always think i saw you as a little sister.”

she snorted at that through the tears. she was rendered speechless.

jj let out a shaky breath. she closed the small distance between the two of them, straddling his hips as they kissed with the taste of weed, perfume, and salty tears invading their senses.

they kept crying hard, but kept kissing harder.

“i love you.” jj said. and once it left his lips, it’s like the damn burst. “fuck i love you so much y/n. i love you so much. we’re gonna be okay. i got you. i got you, mama.”

“i love you” she said, nodding her head. “i love you too, jj.”

so it was safe to say that jj loved each of the routledge siblings.

but y/n?

that was his girl. his person.

(and, when john b came back from the dead, he’d be grossed out to see jj and his little sister macking. but he knew jj would do anything for her.

so, when y/n routledge became y/n maybank a few years later, john b and jj would actually be brothers.)

it was always gonna be P4L, but it was routledge and maybank first.

he used a hand to hold her back, gently flipping them over so that he was hovering on top of her, his beautiful biceps caging her in.

he slid his tongue over her bottom lip and she granted him entrance as they made out. wanting, needing to be closer, she hooked her ankles around his lower back, arching into him and feeling his erection.

"fuck" he panted. he trailed his kisses lower, nipping her ear lobe, sucking on her neck.

"mm r-remember when my first boyfriend broke up with me?" she said through whimpers. "i didn't wanna have sex with him. n-not because i wasn't ready, but because... i always wanted it to be you."

he let out a groan. "jesus, y/n..." he detached his lips from her neck, loving the hickey that had formed there.

"jj... please. i need you." she said, tears staining her cheeks.

he kissed them away. "i need you too, mama." he breathed. they looked into each other's eyes. "ive never needed anyone so bad. all those other girls... they were to distract me from you because i never thought this would happen."

"john b made it a rule to not mack on you." he continued.

she smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a sob at the mention of her brother.

"let me take care of you.. i can't stand to see you hurtin like this."

"please" she whimpered.

and so, she let her legs fall to each side of jj's torso, and he began shimmying down her shorts...

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Part 2 I'm working on the update the first one because it's sucks😒 and here's some art

Day 2

As she stands there in her room she looks at herself in the mirror just confused on what to do as she got a notification on her staff with the word "Akuma alert"

Scarlett: what is this?

She clicks it as it gives an address she looks even more confused

Scarlett: do I go here?

She looks at it as she closed her phone on the staff as she looks at it

Scarlett: do I just?

She clicks the staff as it extended and lonched her out of her window

Scarlett: WOAH!

she yelps as she jumps from buildings to buildings

Scarlett: woah I think I'm getting the hang of this-

She said to herself as she jumps from buildings to buildings as she lands on a gray looking cylinder as she looks out to the city

Scarlett: now what was that address again?

She opens her staff as she looks at it and she closes out of her phone/staff as she jumps to buildings to buildings as she used her staff as a bridge as she walks on it on all fours

Scarlett: the cats meow

She said to herself as she hears yelling as she looks up to a guy in a polka dot suit as he falls on her making them fall back as his yoyo wraps around them

Scarlett: WOAH!

she yelled as they called to the ground with an oof as she lifts herself up looking at the guy

Scarlett: HEY WHAT'S YOUR DEAL YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!

she said looking at him as the guy scratched his head looks at her as they lock eye contact for a moment

??? :um sorry-

The guy said looking away nervously

??? : can you... Maybe get off?

He said a little serious as she looks nervous as she got off of him as she felt her staff fall on the floor as she picks it up as she puts it on her back

Scarlett: so what's your name?

She said looking at him

Manbug :I'm ummm manbug

She looks at him confused

Scarlett: manbug? Um ok?

She looks at him confused

Manbug: and what's yours?

She thinks for a moment

Kittyclaws: kittyclaws yeah sounds good

He nods as they hear shouting and yelling as they look over he used his yoyo to swing from buildings as she grabs her staff as she jumps to buildings looking over as she sees people running and shouting as some kind of creature was running the streets they where covered in some kinds of goo freezing everyone in the streets

Kittyclaws: what is that!?

She said disgusted and worried

Manbug: thats an Akuma... Did your kwami not tell you everything?

She sighed her ears flopping down a little

Kittyclaws: my kwami isn't... The best at explaining things to me-

She said scratching her head nervously

Manbug: wow- this is great-

He said kinda annoyed as he looks at the akuma

Manbug: now where is the akuma

She raised an eyebrow as she looks at him as she smiles

Kittyclaws: now look at you think bugaboy

She said chuckling as he looks annoyed

Manbug: dont test it kitty cat

She sighed as she leans over the railing looking over

Kittyclaws: so how are we gonna get this Akuma?

He thinks as he looks at the Akuma

Manbug: I have an idea follow me

He said as he used his yoyo to swing form buildings as she grabs her staff following him

(I'm gonna skip this because I'm having a hard time explaining this)

Kittyclaws: cataclysm

She said as she cataclysm bars on a poster trapping the Akuma in a cage as manbug grabs the Akuma item and breaks it, the little Akuma flying out as he captures it

Manbug: bye bye little akuma, miraculous manbug

He said everything fixed itself

Manbug: pound it

He said as they fistbump and her miraculous started beeping

Kittyclaws: oh I should head out later bugaboy

She said winking as he rolls his eyes she used her staff to head out of there making it to her home as she lands

Scarlett: claws in

She said as Plagg came out of the ring

Plagg: oof I'm hungry-

She looks at her kwami

Scarlett: hey who was that other guy?

Plagg wasn't really listening and just looking for food to eat on

Plagg: oh that's the other holder

She looks confused

Scarlett: the other holder?

Plagg: yeah they are the holders of Tikki the kwami of creation

She nods

Scarlett: oh-

Plagg: AND IS THERE ANY FOOD I'M HUNGRY! you got any camembert?

She looks disgusted

Scarlett: Camembert?

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I just realized I can do polls here so now I can do this

[let-your-mind]

*weird al jumpscare*

*Now thats what I call polka begins. Because I said so!!!*

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Nobody can stop a sleep deprived man playing princess peach in a pirate ship on mario karts while listening to weird al now thats what i call polka at half 6 in the morning

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[rosemaryblossoms]

GuLl1v3r’s gHoSt P@rt 2

Lbb by @ewwwabug and original character Dusiao belongs to @a21487246-duya

Warnings: descriptive gore, disturbing imagery, death, long ass post, and Gulliver’s being a whiny bitch.

Sad was growing impatient, all he wants to do is help but Gulliver was being too idiotic and stubborn. He tries his best to be patient and calm but the more Gulliver talks the thread is getting thinner, each tiny and slim piece of string peeling away from the thread. Getting smaller and smaller, it’s only a matter of time before he snaps. “But I don’t need to fix anything I’m fine!” Lies, Lies, and more FUCKING LIES! Poor Sad couldn’t take it anymore, he stands up from his box and continues to stretch out his height while growling at Gulliver. His long arms are at his sides as his face starts to deform.

Reference for his deformed face, picture by Martin walls:

Gulliver backed away with fear as his eyes water, his breathing and heartbeat gets faster. Sad’s voice became more demonic with the way it echo and how it sounded like there’s more than one person talking “Oh you sad pathetic FOOL, four Three more ghost will visit you tonight. Two in a pair and one on his own. You might see an old friend as well. You better listen to them, especially the last one because he’s the one who decides it all. After all you still have time to realize what you have done, what the greed and your childhood did to you to affect you like this. Other wise. . . I just might see you in HELL.” Everything glitches around him and he wakes up in his bed. . . With a present in his lap. He took deep breaths as he processed everything. He looked down at the un familiar present. The wrapping paper was gold with red polka dots and bow. He pushes it off his bed which causes it to open and reveal a sheep plush with a yin and yang necklace. He picks it up and examined it not even a second after a door appeared, replacing his own bedroom door. The door had illustrated two handsome men on it with curly horns and pointy ears, the man with longer hair at the bottom and the short haired man at the top. The door had a gold door knob with a yin and yang symbol on it. He opened the door to reveal a void filled with toys. He walked forward, on his left he finds a grey blue light which he goes to. He finds the old fisherman sitting on the deck of course fishing. “Come here sonny” Gulliver’s goes to the deck and sits by him, the fisherman’s hat covered his eyes by its shadow. “You know you are in quite the pickle mate, a few old friends of mine came to visit ya huh?” He knew them? “You know them?” “Of course I do, thats why I called them old friends ya moron, ya big ol’ Dummy” ouch, well that hurt. “Do you know why they’re here?” Jatay the fishermen just gave him the “are you serious” look. He just sighs as he shakes his head. “I guess the words of the wormy fellow didn’t Go all the way through huh?” He tilts his head “you don’t know how good you have it in wealth,and you definitely don’t know how bad you have it in your actions you pig headed son of a bitch.” He mutters something under his breath, Gulliver couldn’t really understand it but he managed to catch the insult “worm fucker”. Jatay sighs as he shakes his head. “I think it’s best if you go on now, they’re waiting for you” and with that he shoos off Gulliver and continues to fish. Gulliver continues to walk away as Jatay sings softly “Tra la la la~”. Gulliver walked out of the area, as soon as he did it disappeared. All is left was a void filled with toys, mainly dolls and plushies. He walks only to spot a doll that catches his eyes, it’s a doll of him???. . . What was this doing here and why was there a doll of him? He walks towards it slowly but before he could even take another step forward it was grabbed by a handsome, muscular man with curly horns, pointy ears and long wavy hair. He stood next to another man with the same curly horns and pointy ears. As well as Christmas lights. Both men stood at 6’15ft tall. The smell of freshly baked Christmas cookies and hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint lingered from the two men. The man with the long wavy hair, his hair was the color of the sunset, his eyes are a seductive purple. He wore a beautiful dark green, comfortable looking cloak that complemented his curves and big round, plumped pecs. He wore multi colored Christmas lights and the colors were red and yellow. His earrings were bells of gold.

Reference for his earrings:

The other man’s hair was white as snow, he wore a red kimono with gold flowers on it, also wears yellow Christmas lights. His right eye (on his right) is stitched up and he has a big scar on his face (look up Dusiao’s appearance in @a21487246-duya blog) and wore flower earrings.

Reference for his flower earrings:

The two voluptuous and seductive men looked down at him with an eerie smile.

“Um h-hello, who are you”. The men just stared at them before letting out an echoing demonic laughter.

“We are the Jolly and Merry ghosts of present times.” “Oh so you guys are going show me the present? What exactly are you going to show me because I’m sure I am well aware of the present time.” “Your actions my dear” “what do you mean by that, what do you mean by my actions?” “Oh old man, we are supposed to reflect on your flaws and greed. . . Though we are no where near as ugly.” Merry lets out a small chuckle. Ouch well that hurt. “. . . Um, well. . . What exactly are you going to show me?” “Look around Gulliver, we have many toys.” “yeah, right?” He was confused to where this was going. They stepped aside to reveal a tv? It had eyes and a smile (not on the screen)

Reference for tv, picture by Martin Walls:

“This is one of our favorites.” “go ahead, don’t be shy love.” He pushes the button, the screen flash colors and Christmas imagery before finally showing Daryna and her children. Each of them had a sad look on their face. “Oh why that’s Daryna!” “Why yes of course and would you look at that. The poor lady has barely any money to feed her poor babies, and the poor woman doesn’t have anything to give her sons for Christmas.” “And it’s all because of you.” “But it’s a good thing she ran into the fisher man to at least give him the fish he catch and froze. If only she was paid better, you know that woman is a saint because most of the time she works for free and you don’t pay her a dime and when you do it’s not much.” “I-I didn’t mean for this to happen, I” he was cut off. “Well it did, you see Gulliver, the poor things will die eventually if you keep wasting your life away like this like the filthy scum you are.” They began to glitch out as demonic laughter came due to Gulliver’s misery. “Y-Y-Y-You see, your greed doesn’t just affect you, it also affects others too like poor Daryna here too.”(he’s glitching out not stuttering) “But I never wanted this! I never wanted for her to suffer because of me!” Jolly and Merry looked at him with anger and disgust. “It doesn’t fucking matter! Your actions have already affected them, eventually everything will be gone sadly, as it should be, it’s a beautiful cycle of destruction wether it’s caused by self or not it’s apart of this miserable life!”

Their smiles began to widen as blood dripped from their eyes and mouth.

“Oh, there’s so much we want to do to you Gulliver, me personally I want to tear you limb from limb as I eat you alive.” Gulliver’s face went pale when he said that, he felt sick and started to sweat as they let out cruel laughter. He woke up, in the void once again but in front of a strange room. Might as well get it over with. He walks in to a brick room with black goo running down the walls, the smell of oil and metal surrounds the room, he gagged at the smell as he continued to walk forward. He then saw a cute wind up bunny clock.

Reference for picture, which is by of course Martin Walls:

He picked it up, unaware of the 7’1 figure with rabbit ears behind him. It crouch by him as he observes the clock.

“Hello Gulliver.” It said right by his ear in a smooth but deep robotic voice. It caused Gulliver to jump a bit in fright before turning around, still having the clock in his hand, he quickly puts it down before speaking. “H-Hello, you must be the last ghost.” He was 7’1 ft tall but his ears made him look taller, he had floppy rabbit ears. One ear had bright dark blue polka dots and the other had bright dark purple stripes. He had patches of cloth like fur what had a few stitches here and there with the same pattern except the pattern would swap. A white cloth with blue stripes and a purple cloth with white polka dots then swap the colors. The robotic parts are a chocolate brown. One of his eyes is cat yellow while the other was a red light that shined in a way in light to make rudolf jealous. He wore a green vest with red buttons and a dark blue bow tie, he has his “nails” painted black, he has a stitch where his genitalia should be. He looks at looks at Gulliver with his green blush painted cheeks and gave him in an eerie smile. “We are Mortality” Gulliver’s eyes widened at their name. “Wait please I’m not ready yet! Please I want to fix everything!”

He lets out dark laughter “Oh Gulliver, no one is really ready. It’s a part of this life, everyone will die eventually, they all do, no one can’t really live on forever. . . Well on occasions some do but that’s rare these days. But anyways the cycle shall continue my friend, it always will continue.”

“No please, no please. . .”

“Oh and the life you had, Running away from me, yourself, and your problems. Never getting the help you needed most and taking your problems along with your anger on someone else. Like poor Daryna who just needed money for her sons.”

“It only proves how much of a coward you are, it hurts doesn’t it. All you wanted was love but you have served and receive hatred which is sad but you deserve it for what you have done for all those years, it’s sad honestly.”

Gulliver cries, all he wanted to do was cry and sleep it off until morning, he wanted to apologize and fix everything that has been done.

“Please! Please! I’m sorry! Im sorry!”

“It’s far too late for that old man, you have ran out of time, and speaking of running out of time, I think it’s best for you to go to that door over there, we are running out of time to wait so open it.”

He walks over to the door, it has an illustration of their face just like the other doors. He turns around to look at them. “Will I be ok, please tell me.” But he was already gone and they left Gulliver alone. The only option left was to go through the door. HE DOESN’T HAVE A CHOICE.

He walks through the door as angelic magical music, white light surrounds him as it closes his eyes black and white images in his vision. The clown doll, The sheep doll with the yin and yang necklace, The cute rabbit wind up clock, Daryna. . . And his mother when she was younger, smiling at him.

His eyes open to see the familiar shop, he see Daryna sweeping the floors while singing a Ukrainian folk song.

He ran and cried as he hugged her. “Oh Daryna! I’m so sorry! I was so greedy and selfish and I’ve been nothing but cruel to you, and I’m so sorry. I know you’ll won’t forgive me so easily but please, give me another chance, i want to make it right, please Daryna please.”

. . . She doesn’t respond. . .

“Daryna? Are you ok? You alright dear?”

She turns around. “Oh boss, there you are, I’m so glad you’re okay-y-y-y-y-y-y” she was glitching out.

“D-Daryna? Daryna?!” She continues to glitch out she melts into a puddle of black goo. He steps back as he hears a bell tolling. He hears a knock and the door opens to reveal the man with that boy? Early named Ollie? No Aubrey. He had six eyes instead of to and Aubrey laid over his shoulder. He handed Gulliver a newspaper, it was a Newspaper of his own death. He covers his ears and gets into a fetal position near a corner as he cried. “Please! Make it stop please!”

The room dripped black goo as Mortality broke through a window and crawled to him like a possessed as demon while he laughs manically.

He’s in the damn void again, he cries “Please I’m sorry! I can change!” He sobs more as he called out “Please! I just want to go home.”

“Awww it’s really pathetic isn’t it, No matter how much you beg, No matter how much you cry, No matter how much you scream my dear, you can’t escape from this.”

“This is caused by your actions, your ignorance has led you here old man, your time is up.”

“Please, No!”

Then everyone showed up, including a new face. It was a long purple haired grim reaper who had patches of skin missing and is wearing a black robe. He also had four crow wings, they surrounded him.

“Please!” He turns to Sad. “Please Sad! Melancholy! You need to help me!” Sad says nothing as he stares at him.

Mortality and the Grim reaper walked closer.

“Everyone is here to see you suffer! To watch your soul burn in hell where it belongs!” He lets out a wicked laughter as Jolly and Merry Joined him.

“. . .” The grim reaper stared at him before saying, “Goodbye.”

“What are you going to do to me?!” Mortality holds up an opened gift box revealing a clock.

“Huh? Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Gulliver screams as he feels his face melting off, his body melting and burning at different ends. He heard their laughter before forever closing his eyes. No one knew what happened to Gulliver or did they care. Daryna and Aubrey inherited Gullible life savings, Daryna opened a shop and married the fisher man, the man who had forever stood bye her side. Never be greedy, selfish, and rude or else you just might get a few ghostly visitors.

The end.

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Hope yall enjoy ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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Chapter 4) Weekend 🙌🤭

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Y/ns P.o.v

The next day was Saturday so I met up with Casey and Cheyenne to go to the mall and, hopefully, find some nice matching dresses.

"So, what color should we do? Or maybe we'll have matching patterns instead?" I asked them.

"Hmm.. I think polka-dots are nice.. or maybe we can each get red dresses." Casey said.

Cheyenne nodded. "Ya, I think red would be good." She said.

"Maybe we can do red polka-dots.. or red dresses with white polka-dots!" I said happily.

"Lets get red dresses with white polka-dots." Casey said.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" I replied and Cheyenne agreed. "Lets go look for some!"

We continued walking around the mall, looking for red dresses with white polka-dots. We eventually found ourselves in a store with beautiful dresses, shoes, and accessories. We looked around in awe. As we spotted dresses that looked exactly like what we were looking for, we took them to the front counter. Casey decided to get a white pair of heels and some earrings, while i got some red heels and Cheyenne got black heels and earrings. We happily continued walking after we paid for our things.

"I can't wait for the festival!" I happily shouted.

"Me either! Its gonna be so fun!" Cheyenne shouted aswell.

"Yeah, we're gonna get so much yummy food there!" Casey shouted.

"Of course thats what you're thinking about." Cheyenne said.

"You're always hungry~" I said teasingly to Casey.

"So what? I like to eat~" Casey replied.

We continued joking as we walked until we became hungry. We decided to head to the food court and get some stuff separately before we met up at a table together. Casey got some Chinese food, Cheyenne got a burger and fries, and I got two slices of pizza. As we sat down to eat, someone slid a couple of chairs to our table.

"Fancy seeing you ladies here," He said. I looked at him, it was Kuroo and Kenma.

'Damnit why is he here? Casey and Cheyenne are gonna make jokes about us being on a date now!' I thought.

"Oh, hey Kuroo," I told him. He smiled and waved."Hi, Kenma!" Cheyenne said happily as Casey waved to them.

"Hey guys," Casey said.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Kenma wanted a new video game so I took him here to get it! Then I saw you lovely ladies here." Kuroo replied.

I couldn't help the blush that came up on my face when he called me lovely, although it quickly went away when I chuckled as I saw the face Casey made at being called lovely.

“Ew, I'm not lovely." She said. Kuroo chuckled.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that. You're delightful and certainly very lovely~" Kuroo teased her.

Casey had a look of disgust on her face. "Ugh, don't talk to me like we're in a 1950s romance story.." Casey said in an annoyed tone.

I chuckled at her misery.

Kuroo laughed and turned to me. "So what're you guys doing here?" Kuroo asked curiously.

"We were getting matching dresses to wear to the festival." I happily told him.

"Sounds fun. Can I see the dresses?" He replied.

"Oh, sure!" I said as i pulled my dress to show it to him.

"Wow, thats pretty. Bet you'll look nice in it." He said as he looked at the dress.

"Thanks! Casey and Cheyenne have the matching dresses." I told him.

"Nice, hey Kenma! Maybe we should match!" Kuroo said excitedly. Kenma shrugged and nodded.

"Sure." He replied before going back to his game.

We all talked for a bit, changing topics every now and then. After we finished our food, we walked around the mall for a while before we left.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•Timeskip ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

After we left we walked home together, Casey and Cheyenne waved goodbye and left. I was yet again, left alone with Kuroo and Kenma. It was less awkward than the first time and we were talking the whole time, Kenma even joined in. When we made it to my house I unlocked the door and opened it, then the kitten came up to me and rubbed against my legs.

“Oh thats where she's been.” Kuroo said from behind me.

“What?” I responded.

“She was a stray cat right? I used to feed her over the summer until she stopped showing up, I was wondering what had happened to her.” Kuroo replied.

“Awe, that's sweet. Well, I've been taking care of her.” I said as I picked her up.

“It's nice to know she's safe and in good hands.” He replied, “Well, I better get going. See ya.” Kuroo said as he waved. I waved back and headed inside.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•Timeskip ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The next day I woke up early to head out and get some things for the kitten, which I still need a name for. I got dressed in a cute outfit and did my hair and makeup. I picked up the kitten and headed out.

~•~•~•~•~•~•

When I made it to the pet shop, appropriately named ‘Shop 4 Pets’, I grabbed a shopping cart and set the kitten down in it.

“Alright.. I need cat food, a cat bed, maybe a scratching post?, hmm… I also might wanna grab some toys.” I spoke to myself as I walked down the aisles.

I looked at a few things and grabbed what I needed and a few more things aswell. As I continued looking around I bumped into someone.

“We gotta stop meeting like this.” The person said in a joking tone. I looked up to see Kuroo.

I chuckled . “Yeah.. what're you doing here?” I said.

“Oh, I just like seeing the animals. And I was gonna ask you, but I just saw this little cutie.” He said as he scratched her head. The kitten purred.

“Yeah, I'm getting stuff for her. Anyways how are you?” I said as I began to walk to the register to get checked out.

“I've been good, not much has happened since last night. What about you?” He said.

“Yeah, I'm good! Me and the kitten were just hanging out.” I said as the cashier began scanning my items.

“Nice, mind if I join you guys?” He replied.

“No not at all, it'll be nice having someone who will respond to me.” I joked.

He smiled. When the cashier told me my total I almost fainted.

‘22,000 yen!!?? How did that happen? Well I guess I did get a bit more than I needed… but this is way too much for me to afford!’* I thought as I began to tell the cashier to take some items off before Kuroo stopped me.

“Nah, I'll help you pay.” He said as he handed the cashier some yen.

“Kuroo, you don't have to do that!” I quickly said while grabbing his arm.

“Nah, I don't mind.” He said as he paid for half of the stuff.

He helped me get the stuff into the cart.

“Seriously, Kuroo. You didn't need to pay for all of that.” I said nervously.

“Nah, I'm happy to help the cat have a nice home. Speaking of the kitty, did you name her yet?” He responded.

“Ugh, I still haven't decided! I can't think of a good enough name.” I whined.

Kuroo chuckled. “Well.. what about Pepper? She's all gray like pepper.” He said.

“That… actually sounds good.” I responded as I looked down at the kitten. “What do you think?” The kitten meowed and purred.

“I think she likes it!” Kuroo said.

~•~•~•~•~•~•

Me and Kuroo continued hanging out as we walked around the shoping center. We talked about lots of different things and we got ice cream and treats for Pepper. When the sun started coming down we began to walk home.

“Man, that was great!” I said happily as I finished my ice cream.

Kuroo nodded. “Yeah, it was nice hanging out with you!” He responded cheerfully. “We should hang out more!”

“Yeah, definitely!” I said as we approached my house. “Thanks for walking with me!” I told him.

“No problem, you're great company!” He responded. “Oh and before I forget!” He handed me a slip of paper. “Here's my number, I'll add you to the team group chat. You can add Casey and Cheyenne to the group chat also.” He told me.

“Oh thanks! I'll talk to you later.” I said before we hugged and he left.

I walked inside my house with Pepper. I sighed as I closed the door.

“Alright, let's get ready for bed Pepper. I got school tomorrow.”

[batzdavie]

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

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[fawnie-girl]

Fawnie's Dairy #1

Dear diary,

♡ today i went shopping with my best friend lilli, it was super funsies!! They got me a tank top, some blue light glasses, a long sleeve and its so amazing! Yesterday i got a really cute leather jacket and it makes me feel so so cool! i did my make up to look like a deer and i dont really like it :( but its oki. My favorite song right now is probably 'NOW thats what i call polka' by weird al lolzies!! Winter break has been pretty boring but its okay at least i hung out with my friend a lot! Have a nice day!!