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munson-blurbs · 9 months

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 10 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, a Harris tantrum, working through tough feelings

WC: 1.5k

Divider credit to @saradika

October 1999

“I don’t wanna go!!!”

Harris’s wail reverberates throughout the apartment and pierces your eardrums. You reflexively squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head as though clearing away the sound.

“C’mon, Har,” you coax him, gently kicking his Skechers in his direction; bending down and picking them up is currently out of the question. “Don’t you want to see Ettie? Auntie Viv told me that she wants you to push her on the swing again!”

Your appeal to his love for his little cousin is fruitless; he sulks away and slams his bedroom door shut with a bang. Frustration and confusion lodges in your throat, and you walk as quickly as your new center of gravity allows. “Harris, what’s going on?” Your hand massages your lower back as you lean against his door. “You know you can’t just go around the house slamming doors.” When there’s no response, you huff out an irritated sigh. “Har–”

“I hate you!”

The three words form a heavy pit in your stomach. You’ve had a student or two declare the same–usually when you announce it’s time to clean up their toys or inform them they can’t have a second cupcake–but you can’t deny the internal sting when Harris says it.

Being eight months pregnant certainly doesn’t help, either.

Heat burns in your chest; you’re trying to bring him to the park, and he’s slamming doors and screaming at you like you’re inflicting torture upon him. “Harris Wayne Munson!” you snap before you can stop yourself.

“I hate you and Baby Brother!” He punctuates the statement with a stomp of his foot that’s sure to have your downstairs neighbors filing a noise complaint.

You take a deep breath, mustering up all of your patience. “I’m gonna count to three, and then you’d better open this door.” Your socked foot digs into the carpet, composure difficult to maintain. “One…two…”

The door swings open. Harris stands before you with tear-stained cheeks, sniffling and struggling to catch his breath as he speaks.

“I d-don’t wan-wanna go t-to..to the playground!” He begins crying again, even more hysterically than before. Mucus streams from his nostrils in rivulets, and you instinctively wipe it with your jacket sleeve before it reaches his lips.

You lead him to his bed so you can both sit. “Why not? Did something happen when we went last week?” There were a few children there besides him, but he hadn’t really interacted with any of them. When Harris nods, you pose your follow-up question. “With the other kids?”

“N-No,” he shakes his head, “with you.”

“Me?!” There’s no hiding the shock in your voice. “What did I do?”

He inhales shakily. “You d-didn’t play with…with me!” His eyes land on your bump, and your heart sinks. You remember him asking you to chase him, but given your newfound pregnancy waddle, you’d had to decline.

“Not until after Baby Brother is born,” you’d told him, watching as he’d walked away, dejection written all over his face.

“Oh, Har,” you say now, tongue thick as you search for a way to reassure him. Nothing bothers you more than being unable to solve a problem. “I’m so, so sorry. I know we usually play together, but it’s not safe for me to be running around right now.” You pause, desperate for a solution. “But I can watch you play?” It comes out like a question, not definitive enough to be convincing.

Harris stares down at his feet, swiveling his body back and forth. “That’s not the same,” he laments, and you know he’s right.

“It’s not,” you agree, “and it can be hard when things aren’t the same. But there are good changes, too.”

He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, looking at you with intrigue. “Good changes?” A gentle wrinkle in his nose emphasizes his curiosity. “Like what kind?”

You ponder for a moment before landing on an idea. “Like…going for a Mommy-Harris donut date after we go to the playground.” Nudging his shoulder with yours, you grin and add with a whisper, “Em and Abi’s has a new apple cider-flavored donut that Baby Brother has me craving all the time.”

Harris giggles at this. “Okay.” He turns slightly to face you, holding out a pinky. “Promise?”

You hook your little finger around his and grip it tight. “Promise.”

The donut shop is filled with people, typical for a Saturday afternoon, but you and Harris manage to snag a table in the corner. You pinch off a piece of apple cider donut and drop it into your mouth, cinnamon and sugar and nutmeg seeping into your eager taste buds.

“You know,” you say, licking some crumbs off of your thumb, “we can still have Mommy-Harris dates even after Baby Brother is born.”

Harris’s eyes light up at this news. “Really?” He smiles wide, taking a bite of his chocolate frosted confection, sprinkles tumbling onto the sheet of wax paper below it.

“Mhm. Daddy can stay home with him while we hang out together. Just the two of us.”

He licks icing from the corner of his mouth before chowing down again. “Yeah, and maybe Baby Brother can come with us sometimes, too.” He furrows his brows and hurriedly adds, “but not all the time.”

You hum in acknowledgment. Harris continues eating, unaware of the way you’re studying his movements. The little boy who sat at your kitchen table and struggled to recall letter sounds now reads nearly at grade level. Pizza Wednesdays are still a weekly tradition, but he’s no longer just a visitor in your apartment. And now you’re his Mommy; an equal to Eddie when it comes to parenting. Which also means…

“So, Harris…” you give him a look that can only mean one thing, “we need to talk about you saying that you hate me and Baby Brother earlier today.”

He nods. “I don’t hate you and Baby Brother,” he mumbles, lightly kicking his feet against the table’s underside. “I was just so mad.”

“I know. But being mad doesn’t mean you get to hurt someone’s feelings.” You sip from your cup of herbal tea. “And you know how to tell me when you’re angry.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, nervously chewing the inside of his lip. “Am I in trouble?”

You bite back a laugh; his pleading gaze is almost cute enough to get him out of a punishment—but not quite.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Oh. His face falls as he eats the remainder of his donut, mouth full of cakey goodness. “Like, big trouble?”

You hold your fingers a few inches apart. “Medium trouble. No TV for two nights: one night for saying you hate me and Baby Brother, and one for slamming the door.”

Harris purses his lips in contemplation, but there’s no sign of the trembling that precedes his tantrums. “Fine,” he grumbles, though you’re fairly certain he’s only conceding because he won’t be missing any new episodes of his favorite shows. He glances at you with wide eyes. “Do you still love me?”

“I’ll always love you, no matter what,” you reassure him. “Don’t you ever forget that, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.” He manages a little smile. Everything’s okay, if just for this second.

After dinner that evening, you’re squeezing a bottle of Dawn over a sponge while you scrub dishes. You’re waiting for that little tug on the hem of your shirt that’s accompanied by Harris’s trusty puppy-dog face as he begs to watch TV for just five minutes, but that never happens. Curiosity gets the best of you and you shut off the water and flick your fingers over the sink.

Eddie and Harris are in your bedroom, both hunched over something, though you can’t see what it is.

“Looks good to me, Har,” Eddie muses, looking at his son. “What do you think?”

Harris crossed his arms as though delivering a professional opinion. “Looks good to me, too,” he confirms. “I think he’ll like it.”

“Who will like what?” you ask, drawing their attention from the mystery object.

Eddie smiles, reaching over and holding up a mobile. Teddy bears dangle from threads, and when he winds up the crank, it plays a soothing melody. “One of my guitar students bought this for the baby, and Harris helped me put it together,” he says. When Harris stares at him, he sighs. “Okay, Harris put it together while I supervised.”

“I figured that’s what happened,” you laugh, walking over and ruffling Harris’s hair. “Baby Brother is going to love it. Especially since you’re the one who built it.”

Eddie anchors the mobile to the crib where your newest son will sleep in just over a month. “Thoughts? Opinions? Criticisms?”

“Perfect.” You squeeze Harris’s hand in yours.

He nods and flashes a gapped grin. “Yeah. Perfect.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #tui

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laylaysdelusions · 12 days

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Waiting room

Paige Bueckers x reader

Plot: the breakup. (Heartbreaking angst)

It’s painful, so fucking painful.

Paige had left you in the heat of August, to fight for yourself. I mean it wasn’t her fault, it was for the best. You had attachment problems and you were fully aware of that. It was just something you did, you didn’t mean to.

“I’m not good for you honey” she told you as she sat on the end of your floral bed sheets. You knew all six of those words were true but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Days passed and you couldn’t get your bones to move out of their permanent position. It was like time didn’t exist. The wall seemed to the most interesting thing the world had to offer.

You’d wake up with tears streaming down your face and you’d fall asleep in the same manner. Eventually months began to pass but you still couldn’t function normally. Of course you had to return to work and classes but the world was still black and white. You couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of the pink bear that laid directly in-front of your bed. Paige had gotten you the bear from the Minnesota State Fair and you remembered every painful detail about that day. It was lovely, truly perfect. When did things change? How does time do that?

It made the light in your eyes die and your heart beat slower. Maybe you were already dead you just weren’t fully conscious of it yet.

One day in mid October you trembled in the cold as you walked to your psychology class, that’s when you spotted her.

Paige had her tongue intertwined with a curly headed girl on a campus bench. Right then and there your heart stopped beating. Your mouth went dry and you swear the air stopped circulating through your body. She’s moved on. The sudden realization made you run as fast as you possibly could to class. How you did it? You still have no idea. It was like your existence was nothing but absence. Every noise was just in the background. You couldn’t feel anything but the pounding in your ears. “This is a nightmare you need to wake up.” You told yourself. This can’t be real life, right? Oh but it was. This is something you are going to have to deal with for the rest of your life.

The next week passes by without a single text message you received being handed a reply. You know your loved ones were very concerned but life had no point without Paige Bueckers. That right there is why Paige left you. Toxic attachment. Everyone that looked at you two could see how the debilitating love was making you worse. Which is more damaging and dangerous, having Paige and being so clingy it would rot away at you or not having her and every step you take being hell?

The consistent cycle of waking up, not caring, crying, putting your AirPods in, going back to sleep, and doing it all over again was the definition of your life. You were merely a shell of the girl you used to be. Nothing more than a zombie trying to hold it together.

The winter comes faster than you can imagine. Snow falls down at UConn and you have an even stronger reason to cry. It’s down right freezing.

You have started incorporating your friends back into your life however it’s a tedious process. You still have what feels like an inhalable heartbreak. At least your friends know why now.

One day you’re sitting in the library with your friend Ariana when you look up to someone clearing their throat. Oh no.

Paige bueckers stands infront of you.

It all rushes back intensely and you feel your legs go weak. No matter what she’s about to say you’re still gonna love her like a sick puppy loves its owner.

#paige bueckers #fanfic #angst #wlw post #wlw breakup

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anamericangirl · 4 months

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The Israel vs Palestine conflict is such a long-spanning and insanely complicated thing that there's literally college courses that revolve entirely around the subject. There's people who have been studying it for 70 years who still barely understand it. There's historians with PhDs trying to piece together anything they can that could help them figure out a means to potentially instill a ceasefire or even peace altogether who have failed time and time again for decades if not literally centuries.

And yet people with 7 years of Twitter experience think they know enough about the conflict to pick a side and vouch for the destruction of the opposite side.

The amount of times I want to say "Shut the fuck up you fucking stupid idiot, you know literally nothing about this conflict, you have no idea what's actually happening, I bet if I asked your opinion on the Two State Solution you wouldn't even have a fucking clue what that means" on a daily basis reading these actual braindead moronic 16yo Twitter users' dipshit opinions who keep citing celebrity blue-checkmark Twitter posts as evidence to vouch for the eradication of a middle eastern country they don't even know a fucking thing about is STAGGERING.

I'm in my mid-30s and I stay out of politics on all sides because I am not qualified in any way to form opinions on matters so serious that they may or may not result in people being killed, and it fucking pisses me off that people half my fucking age are telling me that I should support Palestine or Ukraine or vouch for the genocide of Israel or join ANTIFA or BLM or put #FreeTaiwan in my fucking twitter bio.

You actual braindead stupid fucking morons have absolutely no clue what any of these conflicts actually mean, none of them have anything to do with you, go back to bitching about girls in video games being too sexy and shut the fuck up about actual real conflicts because you're a fucking moron if you think you know anything about what you claim you're in support of.

I swear to God if I see one more Twitch player playing Fortnite ranting about the Israel Palestine conflict and telling people that donations during their stream go to Palestine, Ukraine, Taiwan and LGBT activism centers, I'm gonna go feral. It is so unbelievably belittling to people who have spent their entire life researching and educating themselves on these conflicts to be able to build an understanding, that a dipshit who collects loli bestiality porn and plays Metroid Prime on Twitch thinks he's on the same level as those researchers.

PREACH! It's so fucking annoying how everyone suddenly thinks they're experts on this conflict when before October 7, 2023 none of them even knew it was happening and they're just cringey ass brain dead parrots saying what they're supposed to say without doing their due diligence to at least get somewhat informed on the matter before boycotting Starbucks, using hashtags and swapping the Ukraine flag for the Palestine flag and thinking they're doing something.

What really gets to me is when influencers I follow, like apolitical ones who are grown ass adults, jump on the bandwagon and are actually orchestrating fundraisers for Palestine and it makes me so fucking mad because they absolutely have no excuse for that. I just want to scream at them "hey! you know literally every cent you raise is going straight to Hamas and no Palestinian will ever get a single penny!! It's all going to buy weapons to kill Israeli civilians. YOU ARE LITERALLY FUNDING GENOCIDE AND TERRORISM YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON!!!" I don't have a shred of respect for people who talk about all the terrible things happening in Gaza but don't have a single word to say about the atrocities Hamas commits daily in Israel. Not one of them has condemned or even mentioned the attack on October 7th. Fuck every single one of them.

#anon #answered

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bad268 · 1 year

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Plot Twist

Breaking News (Part 5/Final)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: cheating mentioned, toxic parents, overall hella fluffy (HERE is a link to the full playlist if you want to hear them all in a row otherwise each individual song is linked later in the story.)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1655

Chapter Summary: The much-anticipated album drop of 'Plot Twist' by Y/n L/n leads to an unexpected plot twist in the end.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)

<- Previous Part

July 24, 2024

It is release day, October 16. Plot Twist dropped at midnight, and so far, it’s been received very well! Neither of my previous albums had this much attention, so it was honestly shocking seeing my name and album trending on Twitter.

I was busy in the kitchen, eating some lunch, and avoiding looking at the feedback. I knew that I would waste the entire day reading every little critique the fans had. My publicist knew that I would try that, so they were holding my phone hostage as they worked on planning a live stream. It was a tradition at this point; day of release, I would livestream listening to every song and telling the story or answering questions between them.

I was just finishing up my food when I felt one arm around my waist as another stole one of my crisps. “Hey! That’s mine.”

“It’s one, you’ll live,” Max whispered, leaning onto my back to place a kiss on my cheek after he at the chip. “It’s not like you’ll starve.”

“I’ll tell your nutritionist that you ate a pack of crisps,” I joked.

“It was one!” He complained, turning my head to connect our lips in a few small kisses. When we separated, he whispered, “I’ll buy you more if you’re that concerned.”

“Alright lovebirds, I need to steal the singer,” my manager interrupted the moment.

“I’ll be right over,” Max joked.

“Ha ha, Max,” my manager replied sarcastically. “Are you going to be beside them or behind the camera?”

“I’ll stay back,” he answered, already pulling a chair to sit behind the camera that was pointed at the couch. “It’s your moment.”

“Thanks, liefde (love),” I said, taking my spot on the couch. “Let me know when you start it.”

“If you’re ready, I can start it now?” My manager asked, receiving a thumbs up from me as I fixed my appearance one last time. They pointed to me, signaling that I was live, so I smiled and switched on my stage persona.

“Hello everybody!” I greeted, scanning through the messages flying on the screen. “It’s everyone’s favorite day; release day! I’m going to play my new album, Plot Twist, which is available now on all platforms, and answer your questions about each song. Let’s get started with the first single.”

Track 1-Ava

“Everyone knows this backstory, but something you might not know is that Max helped me with the melody on this one too,” I laughed as Max groaned in the background.

“I helped on basically every song. I should get royalties.”

“I think you’ll live, Mr. Third-Most-Paid-Sportsman-Under-25,” I mocked.

“Oh fuck off,” He laughed, moving to play the next song.

Track 2-Seven

“Again, another very popular single, “I chuckled, “Not gonna lie, was almost titled ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’, but Max thought 'Seven' was more ominous.”

“I did not! Stop putting words in my mouth!”

“Denial doesn't look good on you, schat (darling).”

“I’m not in denial,” He opposed. “I just said ‘Seven’ sounded better than ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’.”

Track 3-Bigger Person

“Think we all know who this is directed at,” I sighed with a look directly at the camera, “But actually, it was a combination of the breakup and my personal problems with my family, and this is one of my most vulnerable songs. I’ve been working on it for a long time, and it is one of my favorites on the album. I think I did the idea justice, and I hope some of my fans find comfort in this song.”

Track 4-Flowers

“Flowers is another very close-to-home song. I used to have a huge fear of commitment, and with my ex, the very first thing he did was introduce me to his family by saying he would marry me,” I admitted, remembering the details of the night I met the Leclercs. Now, I have no contact with Charles, but his brothers and Maman still text me every so often. Arthur actually called me to tell me how much he loved the album earlier today. I smiled at the memories before continuing. “That actually didn’t drive me away as it normally would have, so I felt safe and comfortable with him right away. Maybe that’s why I put up with everything for so long. And anytime there was a big fight between us, instead of talking it out and resolving it, he would get me red roses. It was always an apology, and I can’t look at red roses the same anymore.”

“For everyone always asks why I get them carnations, daisies, or dahlias, this is why,” Max spoke up. “I’m the man that treats you right.”

“Yes, yes you do, Maxie,” I laughed, looking over at him. “I love you. Now, next song!”

Track 5-Somebody to You (Acoustic)

“When I realized that I loved Max, I couldn’t get him off my mind at all. I knew I wanted to be someone important to him, but I didn’t want to be overbearing and make him think it was a rebound,” I explained quickly. “However, even as a kid, I knew I would be with him because we were just always close like that.”

“They came to me whenever they needed support, and same for me with them,” Max elaborated, “We were just always close like that.”

Track 6-18

“It started when I told Max that I loved him for the first time at the Austin Grand Prix last year. He responded immediately saying he loved me since we were 18 before either of us actually understood love. It all just flowed from that moment. Max was actually able to help me on some of the lyrics for this song, but I promised I wouldn’t say what verses he wrote apart from the obvious.”

“Apart from the obvious? Really?” He laughed.

“Y’know, if you’re going to be so vocal during the stream, why don’t you just come on camera?” I challenged, knowing he didn’t want to be on the stream, but he was acting too involved for someone who didn’t want to be here.

“I’m fine here, thank you. Onto the next one.”

Track 7-That Part

“This is our story in a song,” I sighed as I made eye contact with Max, him winking at me, causing me to smile and drop my head. “ I jokingly told my friends and family that I would date Max at some point when we were like 8, so the end was kind of a ‘haha told you so’ to everyone who said I was lying. It was actually a surprise to Max, and he didn’t know I was writing this. When I played this for him the first time, he cried, but he loved it. I hear him singing it every so often, sometimes it’s in English and sometimes in Dutch, but either way, it makes me happy that he loves it. It means I did our love story justice.”

Track 8-Eternally Yours

“Max and I wrote this together. We wanted a song for our wedding, so we poured everything we had into this song. I also pulled in my friends, Chris and Ricky, to write with us. Chris and Ricky are masterminds when it comes to writing beautiful melodies with strong meanings, so I knew they would be the perfect people to collaborate with. If you know their band, you’d know that their more heartfelt songs like Fatal and Sinematic were written by these two,” I said, going onto a short tangent about my friends and co-writers. Then I remembered that many of my listeners don’t listen to them so I said, “Shameless plug here, check out their band, Motionless in White if Eternally Yours is your favorite from the album! They’ve got new music coming soon, but you didn’t hear that from me. They’re actually covering this on that album but with a metal twist.”

As soon as I saw the chat explode, I knew I messed up somewhere. I looked at the messages and found one that said, “WEDDING?!” I knew I just outed that we were engaged by accident. “Well, cat’s out of the bag everyone. Max proposed when he heard ‘That Part’ for the first time.”

My manager let out a loud laugh as they read one of the comments. I looked at them skeptically, so they said, “Chat wants Max to reenact his proposal.”

“Say less,” Max joked to himself as he walked from the other side of the camera to kneel in front of me.

“What are you doing? I thought you didn’t want to be on camera,” I laughed, moving my hands to mess with his hair. He started shaking his head to get my hands away from the strands as he pulled out a box.

“I planned this to be a little more romantic than you jokingly messing up my hair,” He chuckled, using his other hand to fix it. “Can’t really back out now with hundreds of thousands of fans watching, now can I?” He reached out to grab my left hand as my free hand to hide my red face. “I think there’s only one thing left to say, wil je mij voor eeuwig de jouwe laten zijn (Well you let me be eternally yours)?”

“Altijd schat (Always darling),” I whispered as I pulled him in for a kiss as he pulled the ring out to place it onto my left ring finger. “That was pretty close to the first time.”

“Minus you messing with my hair, and you cried a lot more the first time,” He chuckled, sitting next to me for the end of the stream.

“At least now I can wear my ring in public,” I said before leaning in to kiss him one last time. I pulled away as my manager announced their presence again, causing us both to laugh. “Ok guys, that’s the stream. We will see you at the next album stream! Bye!”

October 16, 2024

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Fin <3 (unless y’all got ideas for more. I’m open)

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#max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen #charles leclerc #max x reader #charles x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #bad268 breaking news #part 5 #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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haunted-headset · 9 months

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hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

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b4ts1e · 9 months

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▀▄▀▄▀▄The Weight of Stones▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

I am so sorry this was requested back in October and I'm just now uploading it- but please enjoy! Just a heads up- as I'm invisioning this, they are closer to step 3 then the step 2 prolouge, so this kinda like an inbetween chapter I guess.

(Heads up- as I'm writing this, I've noticed that this is gonna hit really close to home for some since it gets pretty heavy into the angst part of hurt-comfort. Please be careful while reading.)

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It was painfully obvious for those who paid attention, and even for those who barely kept tabs on it- Qiu Lin and Tamarack Baumann...they don't get along. Everyone in the small town of Golden Grove knew it, including the one who stood between the two- MC Second. Those closest to MC, mainly their mother, could see the way they constantly tried to hold the cul-de-sac trio together, grasping at straws to keep what little of their childhood friendship remained.

However- their effort has been proven futile time and time again. And we all know the saying: 'the straw that breaks the camel's back'. Eventually, they to would break down- no matter how strong or tight they held onto their apathetic mask.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

It felt like I was drowning, no longer in control of my own body as I was forced to watch my two friends stare daggers at each other. The world around me was muffled, they were saying things at each other and yet I couldn't understand the words they were saying- I only knew that it wasn't good, they were fighting. Over what? I hadn't the slightest clue, it's just been this way- for awhile now.

I'm so tired.

My body was strained, being pulled towards two opposing sides- yet wanting nothing but the past laughter and fun we had as children. Exhaustion swallows me whole as I slowly, quietly, and completely unnoticed as I walk away from the two. I just wanted to go home at this point- and yet? The house that was once filled with joy and laughter, echoing down the hall as we told each other stories and kept each other up way past our bedtimes, no longer felt the same. It was cold, quiet, and yet somehow welcoming- the silence was always better than the muffled screaming of others.

This was the first time they'd let themselves genuinely argue in front of me, normally they kept their time with me as a neutral space- a cease from the firing of guns. Sure their slight jabs at each other never faded, but even so- that could be considered playful banter. Or at least that's what my mind told itself- what I told myself, just so I could attempt to rest easy at night.

Maybe this was my fault, they only started fighting because I kept pushing them to be around each other. Had I just...let them drift apart this wouldn't have happened, they would've lived on without needing to communicate with each other- but no. I had to be selfish. I just had to make things worse didn't I?

I entered my house, removing any extra layers I had put on today- carelessly putting them on the couch and floors along with my bag before heading upstairs. The weight of anything unessential felt burdensome, I didn't even lock the front door behind me- I couldn't find the motivation too. Once in my room I threw my shoes into a corner, flopping face first into my bed- grasping a pillow close to my chest as it became hard to breath.

I wanted to scream, but I once again- couldn't find the motivation, as tears streamed down my face.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Shortly after MC had walked away, Tamarack and Qiu realized the absence of their mutual friend. Worry struck them both, despite Qiu not outwardly showing it like Tamarack so willingly did. "Where did MC go?" she asked- mainly to herself as she looked around, hoping to spot the bridge that kept the trio together. Autumn shrugged, looking around lazily- they didn't show it willingly but worry was burried deep in their heart. "Maybe they finally got sick of you, I dunno know." they proded, almost eliciting a snap response from Tamarack.

She may not be willing to stand up for herself normally, but she definetely wouldn't let Qiu- of all people, make her doubt the closeness between her and MC. After all- they were bestfriends, right? Since the second day they've known each other and they both confirmed it. That hadn't changed...right? She shook her head quickly, glaring at the taller of the two. "Or they got sick of you finally. I can't understand how they stick around you after all this time!" she responds before pinching the bridge of her nose with a groan.

"Y'know what? I'm going to find MC and apologize for letting your stupid remarks get to me in front of them, if you're tagging along then I highly suggest keeping up." she says before walking away, towards MC's house- hoping that'd be where she'd find her friend. Autumn rolled their eyes and followed after her, not caring all too much about apologizing but worried for their friend- one of the few people who they kept around in this difficult time for themself.

By the time the duo had gotten to MC's house, the sun had set- the sky being dark and the threat of rain became extremely apparent as heavy storm clouds rolled in over the town. The feeling of electricity in the air mixed with their worry made them both far more anxious to know if MC really was within the walls before them. Tamarack knocked, receiving no answer and only boosting Qiu's nerves. Neither of them liked how it felt detrimental to get into the building quickly, almost like a rush of adrenaline shooting through them both simultaneously. Autumn nudged past Tamarack, their expression shifting from their relaxed front to anxiety in an instant- they reached for the handle and tried to open it.

Seeing the door creak open, revealing a dark and quiet house was terrifying. Leaving too much room for their imaginations to wander, especially with the door unlocked- had something happened? Tamarack flicked on the light, quickly spotting the mess of clothes and a bag that remained untouched in the living room. A slight relief ran through her as she was now certain that her assumption of MC going home had been correct, but when the soft sound of dry sobbing came from upstairs the two made eye contact with one another. Worry etched across both of their faces, a mutual agreement to not jab at each other for the time being was made without words.

Slowly the two went up the stairs, locating the source of the crying. Hearing mumbles of things such as:

"It's my fault..."

"I'm so selfish..."

"I just wanted to be happy..."

The voice was hoarse and muffled by a pillow. Looking into the room, Qiu and Tamarack saw something that broke both of their hearts. MC was curled into a ball, laying on their side, clutching a pillow like a life line, shivering, and crying. Most beyond their small trio would've never seen something like this, they were always so optimistic about things and their mask was as hard as stone. Rarely had the cracks gotten bad enough for the mask to completely shatter and allowed them to break down like this, they were the strong one- no matter their muscle mass.

Hearing them degrading themself, blaming themself for the two not getting along- even going as far to see themself as selfish for wishing for the past... It triggered something in Autumn, the person they relied so heavily on day after day had been hurting and they too had been far too blind to see it- it made them feel incredibly guilty, they had been the selfish ones. Not MC. Tears pricked the corners of their eyes as they slowly entered the room as quietly as possible- yearning to comfort them as much as possible.

Tamarack's reaction had been similar- she didn't want to believe that she had been so neglectful of her best friend's needs, but the proof was right in front of her. It clicked in the back of both of their minds in an instant- they both had been bad friends. Without realizing it they turned their rivalry of sorts into a larger priority than their friendship with MC. Now knowing just how much they'd affected their friend's mental health, they wanted nothing but to take it all back.

Once she broke from her shock- Tamarack moved quickly, faster than she had intended, getting onto MC's bed and pulling them in her chest- holding them tightly as her own tears spilled from her eyes. Stunned, MC froze- looking to see Qiu approaching slowly and hearing the choked sobs coming from Tamarack. Once Autumn had finally gotten to the bed, they sat down on the edge and grabbed MC's hand gently- massaging their knuckles lightly, something MC had done for them in the past to calm their nerves.

It felt like an enternity went by at the trio cried together- one crying silently, the other with their voice already hoarse from previous events, and the other much more vocal about their sarrow. Once it had calmed down, tears now dry and everything was out- Qiu was the first to speak, voice soft and slightly shaking from all the emotions.

"MC...We are so...so sorry for ignoring your needs, we prioritized our stupid rivalry over our friendship with you- I see now that we have been really bad friends to you. You shouldn't have to chose between us. You aren't selfish for wanting things to be as they were before. I am so sorry for not seeing the warning signs that you needed help too..." they explained, clutching MC's hand tightly- their partially gloved hands cold and shaking slightly. The cold inside only amplified but the chill and rain from the out, making MC realize that they hadn't bothered to turn on the heater once they got home.

Tamarack slowly let them go, rubbing under her eyes with her sweater sleeve to try to clear the crust left behind by the tears that were shed. "I- I'm sorry too MC. We're supposed to be your best friends, and not even I noticed what you were going through. I thought...I dunno- I just." she took a moment to restabilize herself before she cried again. "I was a bad friend to you as well MC, and I am so sorry if we accidentally made you feel unimportant or selfish because of our stupid inability to get along. We care a lot for you, but I'm pretty sure we'd both understand if you need space from us both for awhile."

Her approach was professional, but her voice betrayed her harshly as she couldn't withhold the shakyness of it. A habit she had attempted to pick up from MC- using professionalism to hide true emotion in situations, though she was never very good at it. MC however- was somewhat of a master at it, having used it whenever Tamarack's brother had shown up to see her unannounced.

MC hesitated for a moment before pulling the two in for a hug, they had been shaking for a while- though it had calmed down, their nerves still felt a bit fried at the moment. They didn't say much when they spoke, Autumn's arms wrapped around their torso gently and Tamarack's wrapped loosely above their shoulders, but their voice was soft- a calm breeze despite the storm outside.

"Thank you...both of you." that was all they could say in the moment, keeping the two opposite personalities close as their exhaustion reached peak compacity. "We'll...we'll stay here until Ms. Second gets home, go ahead and rest. I promise we won't fight like that anymore." Qiu's voice was soft as Tamarack nodded in agreement, all three were tired now.

However- as the three slept, it marked a new chapter. Sure the two wouldn't always get along, but they swore never to allow themselves to fight like how they had been- especially if it risked their mutual friendships.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1,963

#our life now and forever #olnf #qiu lin #writing #reqs open #tamarack baumann #olnf mc #hurt/comfort #ABatsie-Writes

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nhularin · 1 year

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I'm not gonna be the one to get hurt.

PAIRING bff!jay x reader GENRE angst/no comfort, best friends to strangers? highschool AU WARNINGS none WC 0.5k A/N this is for u @enluv

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October 18, 1998

tension built as the weeks went by, each passing day filled with an ache that left you restless. your heart weighed heavy with unspoken words, your fear dominating every lingering thought. you both had been inseparable, being friends since kindergarten all the way to highschool. but everything changed when you realised your feelings for him

Every night now before bed, and when I wake up again

doubt and guilt consumed your every waking moment. you yearned for the courage to confess your feelings, to get everything off your chest, yet the fear of rejection clung onto your heart so tightly that it became suffocating. it was easier to stay hidden in the shadows than to risk losing your friendship completely.

Wait in silence, that's my way

its already ruined you furrowed your eyebrows

jay, perceptive as ever, could feel the walls between you two getting higher and thicker, pushing him further away. his heart grew heavy with worry as he watched your connection break apart right before his eyes. seeing you avoiding him broke his heart, yet the reason remained a mystery you were both too afraid to unravel.

finally, unable to bear the silence, Jay mustered up the courage to confront you, his voice laced with aching confusion. tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words, the fear of emotions bursting out of you

"I thought we were best friends," Jay whispered, his voice betrayed by the anguish in his eyes. "Why are you pushing me away?"

tears streamed down your face, your voice barely a whisper as you tried to sort through the chaotic mess of emotions. "I'm sorry, Jay. I'm just so scared... scared of ruining what we have."

jay, his eyes brimming with understanding and hidden longing, reached out to wipe away your tears. "dont be," he murmured, his voice gentle and sincere and then said nothing.

jays silence spoke volumes, his heart guarded by your shared suffering. the truth hidden behind longing eyes and broken souls, unsaid and unfelt.

but with a heavy sigh, jay spoke up, shaking his head ever so slightly. "im sorry," he murmured, and it felt like a dagger piercing your heart. " im so sorry, yn ."

thats all you needed to confirm your worst nightmare

the world seemed to crumble around you as Jay's words sank in. the fears you had clung to, the doubts and worries that had held you captive at night, flooded your body. It was your worst nightmare coming true, a rejection that shattered your fragile heart into a thousand irreparable pieces

"its okay" you smiled, but you both know it wasn't sincere. "take care, okay jay? " that was the last thing you said before making your way out of the classroom, tears now staining your cheeks.

jay sighed and collapsed on a chair, face burried between his clammy hands coward, you're a coward

if only he had told you the truth.

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goldenpinof · 9 months

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What do you think is happening with the wad recording? What I mean is, obviously Dan’s still working on it and I trust he's doing everything he can, but do you think it will have the same vibe as when it was performed during the tour? Since it's been so long. And do you think, if he doesn't for some reason manage to record it, does he have some kind of backup recording from the tour, be it from one camera, but at least with a passable audio? You know way more about this than I do, sorry if this is not how these things work actually 👀

oi, i don't know anything but i have theories. my roman empire.

i don't think it's gonna be released as wad dvd (not anymore, lol). i still call it dvd because it's easier. it can be put on a streaming platform. he didn't record the whole show during his tour but he has recordings of some shows (segments of some shows) that were used for promo. and i'm sure there is more footage than we have already seen. i think it's a good backup that could be used if other plans went to shit. did they go to shit though?

at the end of October i was told that Inter Talent was reaching out to companies trying to sell wad movie rights, basically (hello, op if you're still here). and then in November Dan told us that, "the oven has almost reached temperature" and i would assume they finally sold the rights. to what exactly? i have no idea. a one-man show? has something to do with the place and the festival we shouldn't name? BBC is involved again? if he actually performed wad show in front of some audience we would have known, i assume. so it leaves me with a theory about the "gay and not proud" format that was surely adapted to wad as much as possible. Bo Burnham: Inside (Daniel Howell edition), idk. or another theory - a mix of the footage they have (the promo one) and Dan "performing" on stage alone. no idea how they would make it look natural but they could try.

in both October and November people called the product a movie and a film. it also makes me think that there's gonna be either bts or actual acting in the final product, instead of just what we saw live. so, not the same vibe for sure.

also, since there were adjustments to the script for almost every live show he probably had to make changes for dvd as well. and also he had enough feedback to modify some jokes. this whole delay of wad dvd is a blessing and curse, honestly. he had a chance to perfect it, and i hope he did.

p.s. if he is only about to perform it in front of an audience for filming purposes, and he was selling only the movie idea to get funds, i'm gonna cry. but it would be funny.

#companies guess: channel 4. bbc. netflix is very unlikely so as youtube. i hope it's not amazon would be ironic.#nebula as people suggested. but he will have to do something for them soon if that's the case #he already did something for channel 4 and bbc #answered #wad dvd #stepja

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vampiregokudera · 9 hours

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Peach time!

Young Justice is planning to go to a halloween party, so obviously they decide to do matching group outfits.

More specifically - they all dress up as various Princess Peach Showtime outfits. (I really want to draw the gang in the various outfits so consider this fic a kind of hyping up the drawing that's gonna follow sometime in the future :3)

This is how they got to that point.

***

Tim is hunkered down in one of the more quiet rooms of the new and improved Young Justice headquarters.

He has spent the last couple of hours on his computer, successfully going through and analysing a collection of particularly tricky case files. Making slow but steady progress.

Although his coffee has long since gone cold and he really should've turned the main light on by now, he finds the atmosphere rather peaceful. The only sounds are his own occasional taps on the laptop and the quiet buzzing of said device.

It's a form of bliss he doesn't get to experience often.

…

Which, of course, can only last so long.

He hears muffled voices and footsteps approach and straightens out from his previously assumed half-shrimp half-sliding-off-the-chair position and keeps his eyes on the door.

It's familiar voices - Kon's and Cassie's to be precise. And judging from their ever closer growing footsteps, Tim guesses that they're probably looking for him.

Despite the proximity, he can't seem to make out their conversation, which reminds him that he's wearing headphones.

Right… he had been meaning to put on another playlist after the first one ended.

He pulls the headphones down, just in time for Cassie to open the door to the room, letting hallway light stream in.

"Oh hey, you were right, he is here. Jeez, don't just sit in the dark, you weird little cryptid!"

She flips on the lights and immediately the room is bright as day. Tim bites back the urge to hiss at the assault on his eyes.

"Told you~"

Kon sing-songs smugly as both of them approach.

"And speaking of cryptids… Well, not really, but that's not important, Cassie and I have a proposition!"

Tim can feel anxiety rise. This does not sound good.

"Okay?" He says slowly… cautiously.

"Oh don't be like that, it's gonna be fun!"

Cassie tries encouragingly, but it only serves to increase the doubt.

Still. He should at least hear them out.

"I haven't said anything yet. But you two don't exactly hold the record for best ideas."

"I'll have you know!" Kon chimes in "we ran this by Bart and he's on board."

He proclaims proudly.

"Ah, so I'm the last line of defence huh? Alright let's hear it."

He slides his laptop to the side, showing they have his full attention.

Kon and Cassie exchange a nervous look, before they go to sit on either side of him.

"Okay, let's start with this. What's happening a month from today?"

Tim ponders for a bit.

It's September 28 today.

September 29th if midnight has passed already… he hasn't been keeping tabs on the time.

So a month from now would be October 28 or 29.

"National chocolate day?"

The looks he receives from his friends tell him he's off by miles, but nothing else comes to mind.

"National cat day?"

He tries again.

"National what? Wait, those are a thing?" Kon seems to contemplate something for a second before shaking his head.

"Not the point. Fun to know though."

Cassie takes over for him.

"It's Halloween!"

Tim doesn't mention that technically that's a month and a few days from today.

"...go on?"

Cassie looks at him, incredulous.

"What? What's your point?" He's still confused.

"My point? My point is that it's Halloween, Tim! We should dress up and go party!"

"Which!" Kon supplies her. "Coincides with the fact that Teen Titans are throwing a party and Young Justice has been cordially invited."

He ends with a flourish.

They definitely practised this.

Tim thinks it over.

A party in that kind of company didn't sound that bad. It would be nice to just relax with his friends and gods knew they all could use a breather.

The last 'fun' thing the four of them did as a group was lay on a couch and watch Bart play that Princess Peach theatre game.

Not to mention it would be good for the team's morale…

Taking his silence as hesitation, Kon signals to Cassie and whisper yells.

"Pssst! Cassie! Say the magic words!"

At which Cassie grinns and leans closer to Tim, as if conspiring.

"Plus it would be good for the team morale~"

Tim can't hold back the grin that spreads across his face. He also can't let them know that's exactly what he was just thinking.

Just when did his teammates learn to be so cunning?

"Alright, alright. A dress up party might be fun."

He rolls his eyes as his friends cheer.

But they're not done yet.

"And because we're going as a team, Cassie and I thought."

They make eye contact with one another and Tim feels a shiver run through him.

"MATCHING GROUP OUTFITS!!!"

They exclaim together, with jazz hands for emphasis.

He should've known there would be a catch. Nothing's ever easy in this world.

"No. It's a pain and we will take forever to decide."

They grin wider, as if they had anticipated the argument.

"Oh but that's the good part! We've already picked a theme!"

More doubt settles in Tim's mind. This can in no way be good.

"You have?"

"Yup!" Cassie and Kon smile so bright it's like sunshine itself has graced his little dark corner.

"Do I want to know?"

"Not much of a choice, you already said yes!"

Those smiles are gonna be the death of him. It's a good thing Bart's not here with them, he'd melt like a popsicle on a beach otherwise.

"I only agreed to the party idea, not the-"

Kon doesn't even let him finish, putting a finger in front of his mouth, shushing him.

"Nope! Shush! Too late, Rob, we're doing Princess Peach showtime outfits and we're randomising the picks for everyone! We've already made a roster, we just need to assign every outfit."

He bats the hand away.

Using his endearing Robin nickname for this is just straight up unfair.

Despite the absurdity, or maybe because of it, Tim finds himself laughing.

"Absolutely not, no way in hell! How long have you two been planning this?"

"Awwww come on, Tim, It'll be fun!"

Kon practically begs, sparkling blue puppy eyes on full display, head leaning on his shoulder for emphasis.

"Since Bart played it." Cassie admits at the same time.

Tim pushes Kon off and crosses his arms.

"Give me one good reason why I would dress up as Princess Peach."

Another moment of eye contact between his friends and something tells Tim, he's not winning this one.

"Because," Cassie begins taking his hands and unfolding them.

"We're getting everyone on board! Me, you, Kon, Bart, Anita, Greta," Tim's eyes widen in surprise. Despite himself he straightens up and leans closer to Cassie, excitement taking root in his stomach. "Cissie!!! We can even invite Ray if you want to!"

"Wait," Tim feels light headed "Cissie's ok with this???"

Instead of answering Cassie just nods energetically.

"I… I can't really say no to this now can I?"

"Nope!" His friends exclaim before hugging him.

Tim heaves a sigh but gives them light pats as his version of returning the hug.

"Okay, okay. But I have one condition."

They pull back and look at him curiously.

"We can only go if the world isn't on fire."

"Only if the world isn't on fire!" They chorus and give him a thumbs up.

"Now that this guy's on board," Cassie says as she gets up and Kon starts doing the same. "Let's go convince Bart!"

"Hey! I thought you said he already agreed!" Tim protests, turning to watch them run out the door.

"He said he'll only go if you also go!" Kon's voice echoes as the door swings shut again and Tim slumps back down in his seat.

He was played like a cheap kazoo.

But if that means he'll get to see all his young justice friends together again, he can't really find it in himself to complain.

Now, however, there is a new high priority task on his list.

Tim pulls his laptop close again and opens a brand new powerpoint presentation file. He dedicates the rest of the night putting together arguments on why Mermaid Peach should be banned from the dress up roster.

***

The dreaded day of the outfit draw arrives in the form of Tim laying on his bed in the Wayne manor as it relentlessly pours and thunders outside.

Due to the large group of people involved it was decided that the assigning should be conducted as a remote group call. Tim had been indifferent to the suggestion, but was far more grateful now. If only because Redbird got to spare her tires and coating from the rain and mud.

Not that either of those would be able to damage the car anyways but Tim still prefered to keep her dry and safe.

Come to think of it, she was due for a change of tires soon. Gotham gangs had taken to getaway racing lately and chasing them down at max speeds was taking a toll on the poor car.

He's considering potential upgrades when people finally start joining the call.

To Tim's surprise, Cissie does indeed show up, along with Greta and Anita, and like any friend group who hasn't seen each other for a while, they spend the first hour and a half just chatting and catching up.

Tim has to mute himself a couple of times throughout the call, when Bruce comes in to give him some files on Penguin's recent activity, when Jason barges in to take back the book he had 'borrowed' and when Damian climbs in through his window, drenched and obviously hiding a sopping wet cat in his coat, and treks rainwater all over his carpet.

But despite the few interruptions, the atmosphere stays relaxed.

It's all so chill and nice that Tim nearly forgets the purpose for the group call.

The outfit assignment.

"Okay, I think it's time we get to business." Cassie claps her hands together loudly, once the conversation has turned to what Bart should have for breakfast tomorrow.

"Oh! Right! Let me pull up the wheel."

Kon shares his screen, and on it is one of those custom spin the wheel websites with the various Princess Peach Showtime outfits written on the selections.

Thankfully, Tim sees no mention of mermaid Peach. Looks like the powerpoint presentation he sent his friends a few hours before the call had done its job.

"So how do we do this? Does anyone wanna go first? Or do we go by the excel order?"

"You made a spreadsheet for this?" Anita's voice chimes in through the group's laughter.

"It's convenient and recognised as a useful tool." Kon defends himself.

"I don't mind going first!" Greta, the brave soul, speaks up and Kon cheers.

"Great! Then let's see what you get! On-"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The click of the mouse to send the wheel spinning is a bit anticlimactic after that hype up if Tim's honest, but Greta plays along anyway.

"Uuuu i hope it's a good one!"

The spinning slows down until finally…

"DASHING THIEF??? I WANTED THAT ONE!" A round of protests mixed in with congratulations resounds as Greta whoops in pure delight.

Tim won't lie to himself and say a part of him wasn't hoping he'd end up with the vigilante-like outfit that out of all of the options was the closest to his usual uniform.

But he also wasn't as bitter about it as some others in the call. Like Bart and Cissie.

"All right, I've written you down."

Kon cuts through the chatter.

"Who's next?"

Seeing that one of the best outfits was plucked up right away, most of their group volunteers.

Tim should probably join them or at the very least try and get one of the next rounds.

But Kon has the power of the wheel so he declares himself as the next candidate. Which, of course, is received with complaints.

"You can pick who goes when you have the excel spreadsheet and wheel of fate." He argues before sending the wheel spinning again.

"Oh shit no way!" He breathes when the dial slows down over Cowgirl Peach and Tim can hear him actually audibly whine when it ends up passing and pointing to

"Swordfighter?! I was so clooose!" He wails dramatically as the rest of the group reassures that Swordfighter Peach is still a solid pick.

But it's no secret that Kon had been hoping for Cowgirl Peach. He had mentioned wanting to dress up as her all the way back when Bart was playing the actual game.

"Hey, at least you get to wear pants." Tim says soothingly. And honestly? That's really all he wants for his own outfit.

Keeping pants would be lovely.

"We can always trade." Cissie offers, which is enough to end Kon's little pity party.

"Yea, no way. Who's up next?"

Tim really should start volunteering now. He really should.

"Me! I was the other moderator for this. I should go next!"

It's Cassie.

"Alright, count your lucky stars, because it's time! To! Spin!!!"

It looks like Cassie agrees with Tim's philosophy because as the wheel is spinning, everyone can hear her chant

"Please let me have pants, please let me have pants!" Like a prayer.

Which, knowing the origins of her power, might just get answered.

But the wheel is commanded by code and not gods and therefore lands on

"Fuck!"

Figureskater Peach.

Cassie disconnects from the call.

...

Only to re-connect three seconds later.

"Get that confetti out of my face, I don't wanna see it!"

Everyone laughs and Kon removes the option, jotting it down in his spreadsheet no doubt.

"Maybe someone will be up for switching with you?"

Tim tries to assure her.

"Not me obviously, but someone here has a heart I'm sure!"

He quickly amends.

As pretty as the figure skater outfit is, it looks best on Peach and it should stay there.

Far, far away from him.

"Kon?"

Cassie starts, voice far too sweet for Tim's liking.

"Make Tim go next!"

The group burst out into laughter.

"I wanna go after Tim!" Anita chimes in over the giggles.

"I'm going after Anita!" Bart ads hastily.

"I don't mind being last" Cissie agrees with a shrug.

"I don't get a choice here, do I?" Tim tries weekly, and another bolt of thunder splits the skies above Wayne Manor.

Is this the Gods' retribution to protect Cassie's honour?

"That's what you get. You jinxed it with your stupid pants comment." Cassie says ruefully and Kon sends the wheel spinning.

"Let's see which outfit you get!"

Tim looks at the spinning tiles despondent. Who is he kidding? This will be embarrassing no matter what he gets as a result. At least they'll be going as a group.

He holds his breath as the needle glides over Patisserie Peach and ends on

"Oh thank fuck."

It's Kung Fu Peach for him. He can absolutely work with that.

"I hope you slip and fall off a rooftop." Cassie comments while pouting.

But Tim doesn't care. He gets to wear pants.

He falls back into his pillows in relief and the laughter of his friends is like a chorus of bells in his ears.

"Okay Anita! You're up next!"

Kon announces.

"Ready?"

Anita sighs

"Ready as I'll ever be."

And the wheel spins once more.

The needle slows on Cowgirl Peach once more and it's only by bare the barest .1 inch that it goes over to

"Oh, good, I was freaking out there for a second. Not that I mind dressing up as a cowgirl, it's just not my style, ya know?"

Anita breathes a sigh of relief as the results proudly announce Detective Peach as her draw.

The group congratulates her and they talk a bit about how Detective Peach unfortunately doesn't really have that much going on.

Tim offers to trade Kung Fu Peach for Detective Peach which is the one he initially was hoping for but is shot down.

"Okay enough talk, it's my turn now!" Bart interjects.

"Spinthething! spinspinspin!!!!"

"Alright, I hear you, I hear you, calm down!"

Kon laughs and spins the wheel again.

Tim can practically feel Bart's excitement radiating through his computer.

"And you geeeeeeet"

Kon stretches his words out as it's starting to look like the needle will once again go over to the next tile, which is Ninja Peach, and arguably one of the coolest ones on the roster, but it stops literally on the middle of the tiles and the result is

"Mighty Peach!" Kon proclaims. "Ha! It's not even gonna be that much different from your usual suit!"

"Boooo." Bart's clearly disappointed. "I mean it's not a bad draw but booooo it's so boring!"

He joins Cassie in their virtual pouting corner where he is immediately betrayed by her asking if he wants to trade.

To everyone's surprise, he actually seems to consider the offer.

"Mighty Peach is pretty cool, you know?" Anita offers comfortingly.

But everyone knows that it really is a pretty boring choice. Mostly because of what they do on a daily basis.

It's not really dress up if you're just gonna wear your work uniform.

"Okay, let's get this over with." Cissie pulls them back to the wheel.

"Let's see. We have Classic, Radiant, Cowgirl, Ninja and Patisserie left. Honestly a pretty good selection not gonna lie."

"Fair enough." Kon remarks. "Maybe for those who are truly unhappy with what they got, we can reroll from the leftover ones and switch to those?"

They all debate the suggestion for a bit. It sounds tempting enough to pull both Cassie and Bart out of their sulking.

"Okay but do that after my draw." Tim can hear Cissie tapping her fingers impatiently.

"Right, sorry, here... you… go!" Kon puts on a little pizazz to make up for the distraction and Cissie's finger tapping freezes as she awaits her fate.

"Classic Peach! Didn't expect that!"

She huh's in surprise.

"It's not a bad draw." Tim offers.

"Yea but it's just so… pink." She still has surprise colouring her words.

"Maybe do one of her cosmetic designs?" Bart suggests, to which Cissie humms in thought.

"That's… not a bad idea at all.

"Alright, who wants to do a reroll?" Kon questions after scribbling down the results.

"We have four left and I really want that Cowgirl one." He tacks on.

"Wait no! Me first! I have the WORST one!" Cassie immediately interjects.

And… Tim can't really blame her. Figure skater dress is the furthest thing from what Cassie would feel comfortable in.

"As you wish!" Kon spins the wheel again…

And immediately regrets it when it slows down near Cowgirl.

"Nooooooo- oh ok"

Thankfully it passes that selection and ends on Patisserie Peach.

"Okay! Cute baker Peach! You can take it or leave it and stay with the-"

"I'm taking the baker!" Cassie doesn't even let him finish.

"Anything is better than figure skater!"

"Allright! Just let me ..add …"

Kon goes silent for a bit before speaking up again.

"Hey… should we add figureskater back in the wheel? Since she's not taken anymore and all…"

"You know you'd have to spin with her in there if you want the cowgirl right?" Cassie reminds him.

"I don't mind! Put her in, it'll be more fun!" Bart says at the same time.

"Is anyone besides me spinning again?" Kon questions, unsure if his previous offer will just bite himself in the ass.

"Me, duh!" Bart announces.

"But you can go first if you want."

Kon hesitates.

Adding figureskater back in would mean there's a chance he might end up with her outfit… but it would add more stakes….

And Kon is nothing if not a risk taker.

In the wheel she goes, and to Tim's "You sure about that?" Kon simply replies

"Yup."

Before potentially dooming himself with a mouse click.

He ends up getting Radiant Peach and declares he'll decide between his two options later, and, because he's clearly sulking about not getting Cowgirl Peach again, the group allows this to happen.

Radiant Peach is taken off the wheel and as the last spin of the night ensues another lightning bolt crashes over the Gotham sky and the manor's power goes out.

Tim blinks at his laptop in the sudden pitch black darkness incredulously.

Did he just get cockblocked by the weather???

Just as the backup generator starts up, and light slowly returns to the manor, Tim's phone goes off with a flurry of messages from the group chat.

He only needs to see the first notification to reveal that it was Bart who ended up the doomed one.

It reads one, simple, misspelt word.

FIGUREKSATER

#young justice #vampiregokudera #dc #tim drake #dc robin #cassandra sandsmark #wondergirl #superboy #conner kent #kon el #dc impulse #bart allen #cissie king jones #anita fite #greta hayes #fanfiction #dc fanfiction

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i've decided to liveblog all three deadpool movies every weekend until deadpool and wolverine is released on disney+ in october \o/

sept 21-23: deadpool 1

sept 27-30: deadpool 2

oct 4-7: deadpool and wolverine

likely watching on the nights between saturday and sunday, anytime between midnight and 5am EST. i'm NOT hosting any stream—just liveblogging my reactions. faq under the cut explains wth i'm doing

blacklist #jercy watches dp or unfollow as always. k cool beans thx frens see yall then ✌️

faq (nobody's asked me a question but idc lol)

why am i announcing a liveblog? you must be new here lmao. bc i think it'd be fun to watch the deadpool movies with other people!

but you're not going to watch on a shared streaming platform (eg: discord, shareplay, etc)? nope. i am just here to liveblog my reaction while watching these movies for the 19203819th time

why not host on shared streaming? i am technologically inept, disgustingly lazy, and an old fart at heart (plus my wifi cuts out often). if anyone wants to watch something with me and we're not in the same room, we're "3-2-1 PLAY"-ing this shit like it's the 00s and we're on a phonecall after 7pm for free minutes. otherwise, i'm happy to watch by myself as long as i can scream somewhere—and tumblr is that somewhere lmao

why multiple dates/times? bc i can't keep a schedule to save my life. i may have a time listed above, but i cannot guarantee them bc i suck lol. call them educated wishes for when i hope to watch tv ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

am i watching each movie for every date listed? no, i am just remarkably terrible at keeping a schedule. the ranges span when it's generally most convenient for me to watch a movie without disturbance but i can't give a definitive date and time bc, once again, i suck lmao

will any specific time be announced at all? ye! i'm gonna try to announce when i'll be watching at least an hour before i start the movie (eg: dp2 @ sept 28, midnight -> announcement will come 11pm sept 27). if i can queue an announcement before a start time i'll do my best but fr i make no guarantees

which version of the movies am i watching? likely the theatrical releases bc that's what's on d+. if i happen to find extended releases somewhere that won't give me a headache, i'll try watching the extended versions

don't you know that [X is problematic / you shouldn't support Y / you need to kys for doing Z / etc]? yup.

why are you like this? fam if i knew that answer i would've fixed myself a loooooooong time ago 🙃🙃🙃

#deadpool #deadpool and wolverine #dp&w #pinned #jercy speaks #jercy liveblogs things #jercy watches dp #.<- yes that tag is 10000% on purpose bc i have the humour of a 12 y/o boy LOL

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deliwrites · 2 years

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕝𝕦𝕥 // 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬 // Dream Team

// DATE // 26th of October 2022 // PAIRING // DreamTeam x fem!Reader, george x fem!reader, sapnap x fem!reader, dream x fem!reader // WARNING // flirty!reader, Mention of spicy time, snogging with George, use of real names, mention of tease!reader, playgirl(ish)!reader // WORDS // 1k+ // SUMMARY // You are part of the Dream Team, the team has been planning to move in together, but George receives his visa before you. So you "help" him pack. // SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part two // Part three // Part Four // I'm open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or sent it into my inbox!

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

The four of us, aka the Dream Team, have been friends for ages. I first met George when we were kids. Our families happened to meet on vacation. Ever since we had been inseparable even though we lived in different countries.

Later we met Clay and Nick. The friendship was instant, it felt so natural. We started making YouTube videos together. Streaming Minecraft together. Overall we always had fun. Sometimes in more ways than one. I may or may not have been flirty with all three in private. I just like to tease them. It’s so much fun. ‘Cause my actions have no consequences. What are they gonna do while I’m miles away. Plus my attitude was always flirty, so I don’t think they know of the spicy times that have happened in private.

Anyways the conversation of moving in together happened far too often. But when was it actually happening?

“Okay, but when?” I ask one night in a discord call. Just the four of us. We had just finished recording another Manhunt video for Clay’s channel. Three of us had their cams on, Clay didn’t. We didn’t mind. Out of the three of us, only Nick knew what he looked like. Nick being the only one that was already able to move in with Clay into the Dream Team house.

“You two just need to apply for a visa,” Is Nick's simple answer.

“We understand, but it’s not that easy,” George says. “We have to leave family behind for one, along with that. We have other things we need to think about. Think about the entire move. What do we bring, what don’t we bring. Other important matters like government shit that needs to happen.”

“Oh, shit, I don’t think I even told my mom about this plan,” I mutter, grimacing at the thought. Clay wheezes at my face, most likely.

“How could you forget something like that?” He continues to laugh, Nick with him.

“Just ignore the idiots, Y/n,” George says taking away my pout.

“What!” Clay sounds offended though we know he isn’t. Chuckling a little before we continue. Me being the one to open a google docs, sharing it with all three. Putting down a plan and checklists of things that need to happen for this all to work.

Months later around the early evening, the Dream Team group chat starts ringing. George started a call.

“Guys, guys, guys,” he screams once we are all in the call. Again face cams on beside Clay.

“What’s got you all excited?” Nick says. From what I could tell, he was still in bed. His eyes half shut, blanket barely covering his chest. I bite my lip subtly at the sight. Quickly focusing on George again. It was currently 9 am in Florida, so I am not surprised that Nick and Clay are still in bed. I’m surprised they even picked up.

“I GOT MY VISA!” George screams, showing all of us his visa. I am excited, sure, but I can’t help the smile fading from my face. I hadn’t gotten mine yet, which means he can leave without me.

“Finally!” Clay exclaims in excitement. “At last one of you can finally be here.”

“This is great!” I end up saying, not wanting to let my mood ruin the excitement. “If you need me to, I can come over and help you pack whatever you want to bring.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” George says still smiling from ear to ear. “Have you heard anything about your visa?” he asks.

“I- sadly, no,” a pensive look on my face. “But, that’s okay,” I quickly change my mood. A fake but bright smile on my face. “You can go! And that’s great!” I tell him. “But, I’m sorry to leave you guys, I gotta go do something,” I don’t wait for an answer and leave the call.

I felt a little bit selfish at my action, but I didn’t want to drag the mood down. With me leaving the call they can chat amongst themselves. Figure out when he’ll fly over and move in with them. I’ll just wait here patiently.

The coming week I flew over to be with George. I helped him pack the stuff he wanted to bring. Either in boxes or into his suitcase.

“Have you heard anything yet?” he asks while I sit on his big suitcase as he zips it shut.

“No,” I pout, “I’ll just have to be patient,” he chuckles loudly, stopping in front of me. Suitcase now closed.

“You and patient,” he says with a soft smirk playing on his lips. I sent him an exaggerated pout.

“I can be patient.”

“Yeah, right. And pigs can fly,” he shakes his head laughing and I can’t help but grin just slightly. “It’ll be okay. Just know that we’ll be waiting for you. And welcome you with open arms,” he tells me sincerely. I look up at him through my eyelashes, a boost of confidence strikes me. Cupping his face, I close the gap between us, my lips connecting with his soft ones’. He seems a little taken aback. He’s quick to recover from the initial shock. Kissing me back. His hands landing on my waist.

This isn’t the first time we’ve kissed. It’s happened before, we’ve done a lot more than kiss for that matter. Mostly online but whenever we were able to meet in real life. We would sneak kisses here and there. I can’t tell you exactly when it started, but for me, it had a lot to do with comfort.

For me, this particular kiss was a see you soon, hopefully, kiss. I wouldn’t be able to see him, hold him, kiss him for who knows how long once he’s left for America.

“Sorry,” I apologize when we pull away. “I just-”

“I know,” he says. “It’s alright, you know I would never say no to you anyways,” he grins. Close the gap between us once more, his lips are more dominant now. His grip on my waist becomes tighter, moving me closer to him. He is sat on his knees on the floor, my ass still on the suitcase. My legs on either side of him as he slots himself between them.

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

// SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part two // Part three // Part Four //

I'm open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or send it to my inbox!

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lovesosweeet · 10 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 2, 2018 san diego, california calum

I feel bad for my Uber driver. He’s got some blubbering man crying in his backseat at 7 am on a Tuesday. When he drops me off at the hotel, I tell him thank you through quiet sobs, and I make sure to tip him incredibly well on the app. He didn’t ask any questions, although I’m sure he had plenty.

I don’t know why I choose Emelia over any of my friends to go to, but I do. I bang on the door to her hotel room until she annoyedly swings it open, her eyes flooded with concern. I don’t wait for her to hug me, instead I just clumsily throw my body against hers and start crying.

I’ve cried more in the past two days than I have in the past five years.

“What’s going on?” She asks, her voice just barely louder than a whisper.

“She broke up with me.” Even though they’re true, the words sound like a lie. I don’t even know if Emelia will believe me.

“You’re shitting me,” is how she responds, and I just cry, confirming the truth without words.

She lets me cry for a few minutes while she processes what I said.

“Cal, I swear, I had no idea that she would do that. I’m sorry.”

I just keep crying.

“Here, come in,” Em says. She opens her hotel room door wider and steps in, pulling me with her. I let her guide me to her bed and she pushes me down by the shoulders to sit. “I’m gonna go get the boys, okay?”

I want to yell after her not to bring Ashton, but I can’t make myself say the words. I hear her banging on doors and then whispering in the hallway, and before I know it, my bandmates and their girlfriends are all streaming into the room. Everyone looks floored and they look at me with immense pity. I hate it.

They all just stare, but KayKay is the first one to break out of the pack, coming over and sitting next to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I let my emotions go again, letting the sadness ooze out of me in hot tears that undoubtedly fall onto Kay’s sweatshirt. She doesn’t say anything, but she just holds me as I cry.

The room feels deafeningly silent aside from my cries.

I want to be mad again. I want to yell at them all for letting this happen. How could none of us have known? How could none of us have sensed this all happening? I know Orion is to blame for keeping secrets, but Ashton is who I blame overall. He knew. He knew and he didn’t tell me. He’s my best friend. He should have told me.

Even though I want to be mad, all I can feel is the sheer heartbreak. The love of my life… isn’t even mine anymore. She doesn’t want to be mine. I never thought this day would come. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to get married. I figured I’d propose in a year or so, and then once she was out of law school, we would get married.

We’d elope, probably in Spain, but then we’d have an Australian reception and an American one, both still small small, with professional photographers to capture every single second of the elopement and the parties. We’d take pictures in Retiro and celebrate at Space Monkey. We’d watch the sun rise from the park, just the two of us, on our first morning as husband and wife.

Orion and I had talked about all of it. She’d shown me a Pinterest board of engagement rings she’d like.

We had plans to buy a house on the beach in a few years, once we didn’t need to be close to any college campuses. We wanted to get another dog, and maybe even a few cats. We didn’t want kids, but we did want to rescue as many animals as we had the time, space, and money for.

None of it matters now. She doesn’t even want to be my girlfriend anymore.

I never thought there’d be a world without Orion being mine, and here I am, living in that very world. She won’t even be in the world at all once she inevitably dies.

“Cal? Are you okay?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality, and then I realize that I’ve temporarily stopped crying.

“I don’t even know.”

–

5SOS Cancel San Diego Concert!

Everyone’s favorite Aussie band was slated to perform in San Diego tonight as part of their Meet You There world tour, but the band has canceled the show without much explanation, citing a ‘family emergency.’ This is the message they posted to Twitter just a few moments ago.

“San Diego, we’re so sorry to say we won’t be performing tonight. We’ve had a family emergency come up. We promise to come back very soon and we apologize for the inconvenience.

We love you! Xx -Ash, Luke, Mike, and Cal”

Fans are immediately speculating after images were posted of bassist Calum Hood at the beach having an emotional breakdown yesterday afternoon, only to be followed by images of Hood’s long term girlfriend, Orion Moss, doing the same thing at a different beach. Allegedly, Moss was approached by police before fleeing the scene.

Whatever is going on, to say that fans are concerned would be an understatement.