#seriously stop hating everything guys just chill

[hondacivicbrain]

One thing I've been thinking a lot about amid the argument over the Barbie movie's lack of nominations is the aggressive level of hate it gets.

FYI, this is not about whether I think the Barbie movie deserved more nominations or not because it doesn't matter. It doesn't even matter if it was a good movie or not. It doesn't matter that it was about feminism either. What matters — and what is at the core of all the hate — is that it's a movie for women. For girls.

Anything whose target audience is young women and teenage girls is inevitably slammed with hate.

It will be called overrated. It will be called basic. It will be shit on. The comments and reviews will be FULL of people saying how stupid or terrible it is, how they've always hated it, and how anyone who watches or listens or consumes it is too.

Again, it does not matter whether x product or y performer is overrated, or not talented, or a thousand other insults people (mostly men, but anyone seeking to set themselves, even subtly, apart from people who like popular, feminine things). What matters is the alarming level to which we've normalized the hate that gets thrown at young women — and especially at teenage girls — for daring to like something popular.

Since when has popular become a bad word? Products that are marketed towards women are hugely profitable, and yet critically shamed. Remember pumpkin spice lattes? I've never seen one girl fawn over them as much as I've seen 100 grownass men spew nonsense about how silly and childish and girly a flavor is. A flavor.

It doesn't matter what Taylor Swift's most adoring fans are like, even the ones who are over the top, because no one attacks men who get too enthusiastic about their favorite sports teams or fantasy football the way people attack her fans for being excited to see her in concerts. It's because her fanbase is predominantly young girls, and anything young women are into must be shamed.

The relative anonymity — or at least, the safety — of the internet has enabled people to be harsher than they might in real life, but bullying young women and girls for their interests is not a new phenomenon.

Romance has occupied the lowest rung of the genre ladder for arguably hundreds of years. Wholly romantic movies (meaning movies in which romance is the primary drama, rather than a subplot within another genre) must be *exemplary* to get critical praise. More male-centric genres like dramas or any movie seen as "intellectual" often only have to be *good* to get the same kind of attention. This is not a dig at Oppenheimer or any of the other movies nominated (nor am I saying Barbie is a romance). The point is that romance is held to a significantly higher critical standard because it is largely not for a male audience.

(As a side note, plenty of romance is genderless the way many other genres' audiences are, but as a society we've boxed it into a 'feminine' box and decided feminine=bad. I could write a whole essay as to why.)

I am absolutely not saying Barbie deserved or didn't deserve this or that, or that Taylor Swift should never be criticized, or that romance is a perfect genre. I am not saying these examples are the most important of their kind.

What I am saying is that anything that is both popular and centered around women is always, inevitably, and extremely harshly attacked by people who do not like it, and this has the potential to be incredibly damaging to teenage girls, especially in an age where social media use starts younger and younger.

What happened to, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all? Or, let people like what they like? You don't have to like something, but you don't always have to voice your hate for it either.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵‍💫

I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.

tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.

ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS

☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi

When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.

And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.

Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.

When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.

Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.

Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.

There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.

Only to be met with air.

And then the ground.

“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.

Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”

You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”

☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy

Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.

The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%

The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y’know.

The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.

The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.

Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.

Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.

You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.

Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.

Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.

He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.

“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.

Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.

“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”

“Mhm.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.

“Promise me you won’t disappear?”

“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.

As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,

“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”

☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies

Most of your hang outs are spent indoors

Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.

Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.

Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.

But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.

You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.

I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?

Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.

All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.

But now he wishes he never slept at all.

“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“

Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.

You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.

“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.

Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?

“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “

“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”

“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”

“Deal.”

☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby

Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.

While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.

It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything

And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out

Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables

“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”

“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”

“. . .Ah.”

Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.

He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.

Sometimes you do each other’s henna.

(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)

He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap

His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.

☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig

“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.

Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.

“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.

You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.

He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“

“Treat them well.”

And he disappears.

Hey, wasn’t that your move?

In anycase,

It’s about time that Bruce learnt,

if you can’t beat em, join em.

[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[eclipsedrgn]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅

(y/n) befriended the turtles along with her best friend ren. she didn't have anything to offer the family of ninjas, except her friendship and love. and when she realizes she's just pulling them back, she decided to take it to her own hands.

rottmnt!leo x fem!reader

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It wasn't until you notice they started acting differently around you when you had a feeling they're starting to pull apart. All four turtles, each in their own unique way, rejected you. Either hanging out, or eating out to even going on patrol together. You didn't exactly offer a lot on the table if you were being honest. You were just the lucky girl who they rescued, and somehow became part of this mischivious family.

Mikey became your closest friend, you two were too much a like whether it was being completely naive to the world to being the most childish person of the group. The two of you never felt judged by one another.

Donnie, embarrissingly, became your buddy when it came to doing your homework. You did all the work of course, you hated cheating but Donnie was the one looking over your shoulder half of the time telling you from right and wrong.

Raph was coincidentally your therapist, although you mostly smile around the turtles, Raph knew the signs of depression and anxiety, most importantly anger. He saw how much anger you hold within yourself that he took upon himself to help you.

Leonardo...

To you, in your eyes, he was everything. He was the perfect turtle for you and could not stop yourself for falling in love with him. He was your everything, you were willing to even make yourself unhappy just to get his attention...

But you knew with the way he looks at Karai, it wouldn't happen.

You guess it was probably the way you let yourself loose. You ate too much pizza with Mikey, you barely exercise, or maybe how you just chilled on the couch for the longest time. The turtles noticed.

But they did not care.

And that's how you ended up in this situation, hiding behind the walls of the kitchen eavesdropping the turtle's conversation about you. Worst of all, your best friend Ren just sat there listening to them, though you didn't see her face, she was devastated that the turtles thought of you this way.

"Come on Leo, are we seriously letting this girl stay with us?" Raphael states with an annoyed tone. "She has done nothing but sit here with her thumbs up her nose"

Was all the times you come to Raph about your problems fake? Did you complain too much?

"We can't just kick her out Raph-" Donatello started but was interrupted.

"We can and we will. She eats all the food, she plays all the games while we're up there risking our lives" Raph complains.

"Dude... she's my best friend" Mikey muttered, nobody heard.

"She doesn't bring anything to the table! April does the news, Casey's a police officer- hell even Ren brings us notices about the Foot. (Y/N) does nothing" Raph says.

You are nothing.

A burden.

Leo shook his head, the warm feeling at the thought of you turned guilt, anger, confused. He knew his brothers were right. You didn't bring much to the table. But how can he kick out the only person who brought joy and compassion, no matter what the atmosphere of the lair is.

You clench both of your fists as tears stream down your face, you covered your mouth with both hands as another sob was coming. Leo barely stood up for you, Donnie barely stood up for you and Mikey... all he did was sat in silence. You wiped your face with your hands, getting rid of signs you were crying and came out of the kitchen with a smile on your face.

"Hey guys, I'm headed out for some pizza. Want anything?" you asked.

"J-Just some Hawaiian dudette" Mikey says with an unsure look on his face.

You smiled, "Sure Mikestar, I'll be back in a few"

"At least she brings us food" you hear Raphael scoff as you walk further from the lair.

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You barely looked where you were headed, you were just walking aimlessly for the past 20 minutes since you left. The depression was getting worst, your anxiety is off the roof and the fact the only people who truly liked you has been faking all this time...

You sighed as you yelp when you bumped into something... soft? You opened your (e/c) eyes seeing the father of the four turtles. You forgot Splinter likes to take walks around the sewer twice a day, curing boredom he said when you asked him once.

"My child, were you crying?" Splinter asks.

You sniffled and shook your head, "Allergies, Sensei"

"I can tell in your eyes you are lying. Tell me, what's going on?"

And so you did.

You snitched.

You told him how the turtles hurt you. How they didn't know you've listened to their cruel words.

The look on Splinter's eyes slowly dimmed, his sons, were not nice towards you?

"I'm gonna leave" you decided, Splinter looks up surprised you even claimed such decision. "I can't spend the rest of my life being a burden to everyone. I need a change of pace, I need to leave New York City"

Splinter sighs, "I cannot change your mind. But I do have an offer for you. My Master Yoshi has a friend in Japan called the Ancient One, fly there and tell him Splinter sent you. Tell him your desire to change, he will help you"

Your eyes became misty as tears started to gather, you hugged Splinter tightly and then came up with a plan. The turtles need to know how much you've been hurting, you became a little bit of a bad person.

That night you came back home, calling your tech friend to fake a news, hacking into the lair's tech and played the news.

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"We interrupt this program for some breaking news."

Leo paused sharpening his katana as the news blared on, Raph paused his benching, Donnie came out of his lab and Mikey stared blankly at the TV.

"(Y/N) (L/n) was found dead in her apartment at 21:34, her cause of death is currently unknown."

"No" Leo gasps his eyes widening, the brothers followed, Mikey gagged sprinting towards the bathroom. Leo watches at the apartment building you once live in, burst into flames, the firefighters rushing to put it out.

"Firefighters rush to stop the fire but it is all too late. The body was found with burned beyond recognition and the police have ordered an autopsy... Stay tune for further news"

"She never came back" Mikey croaked, leaning against the door frame. "She went out for pizza and never came back"

"S-She must've went to get more money, went home and then boom" Donnie says rushing towards his computers for answers.

Leo slammed his katana against the ground he was sitting on so hard, it broke into two pieces. He stood facing his hotheaded brother with a menacing look in his eyes.

"Are you happy now?" Leo sharply asked. "You asked for her gone right! You told us, to kick her out right! Well here you go Raphael. She's gone. For good"

"I-I never meant-"

"You knew she was depressed, you knew she fighting on... Raph, you have no idea!" Leo yells.

"BOYS!" the four flinch at their father's tone.

Splinter...

What're they going to tell him?

"What is going on here?" Splinter demands.

"(Y/N)'s dead" Mikey says voice cracking as the tears finally streamed down his face. "She's dead and its all our fault"

"Mikey..." Donnie says comforting his baby brother. "We should've helped sensei... but we... we didn't"

"5 times" Leo says confusing the others. "I saved her 5 times and this time, I couldn't"

"Leonardo..." Splinter sadly said.

Leo shook his head and walked away, the others slowly went their own way to grieve.

Splinter stood there with one though, he hopes you know what you need to do.

[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

03) Fun Girl

“I DIDN'T PEAK IN HIGH SCHOOL I'M STILL OUT HERE GETTIN CUTER!!” Maryse and Saweetie rapped along to Industry Baby by Lil Nas X and Jack while on their way to the gym.

“Nas and Jack ate that up!” Saweetie told Maryse as the song was coming to an end. Maryse immediately agreed. 

“They sure did! It’s definitely going to be huge, I can tell.” Maryse replied. Saweetie watched her long time friend take a photo of the song playing on the radio before smiling back down at her phone. 

“Hm, so things must be going great between you and Jack?” Saweetie questioned 

Maryse was so distracted by her phone that she didn’t hear her.

“BIIIITCH! I can’t believe Jack got Rubi Rose pregnant!!” Saweetie shrieked loudly. 

Maryse jumped in her seat, her phone dropping to the floor of the car. “WHAT?!” 

Saweetie couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh I knew that would get your attention.”

Maryse picked up her phone with an eye roll. “That’s seriously not funny.” 

Her friend simply gave her a knowing smile before turning into the parking lot of the gym. “I was just wondering how everything’s going with lover boy, but I’m assuming it’s going great because of that silly little grin you have on your face.” 

Maryse ignored her and grabbed her gym bag and hopped out the car. “First of all, he’s not my lover boy, we’re simply just friends.”

Saweetie laughed again, “yeah ok boo whatever you say, but I’ve known you since college and you don’t even smile half as big when I text you!” She said walking ahead of Maryse

Maryse hurried behind her to catch up. “Will you slow down, geez”

“And that’s not even true!” Maryse huffed. 

“Uh huh. SURE. Then who are all those love songs you've been writing about?” Saweetie turned to question Maryse 

“You’ve been going through my songbook?!” Maryse asked before dropping her mouth in shock. 

“No, I was lying. I just wanted to see your reaction.” Saweetie soon told her. 

Maryse sighed a little. She may have a tiny crush on everyone’s favorite white rapper but she swears it’s only a little one. They’ve only hung out once more since that day at the studio, two months ago. 

“Ok, fine. I might have a tiny crush on the guy.” Maryse told her, bringing her thumb and pointer fingers together to emphasize how small of a crush she had on Jack.

“Besides, nothings gonna happen anyway. I’m nowhere near ready to start dating again.” Maryse mentioned. She dated Nate for so long, that now that they broke up, she was scared to open her heart up again. 

Saweetie gave Maryse a look of sympathy, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you not ready or are you just scared that Jack is going to hurt you just like Nate did?”

Maryse’s head dropped with a sigh. She hated how well Saweetie knew her. “Look, the gym isn’t the place to really talk about this, so we can talk more about it later but here’s something to think about. Don’t let your fear stop you from finding the love you truly strive for. Nate has nothing to offer you right now in the present. So don’t let him shape your future.”

To stop herself from crying in public she reached forward and gave Saweetie a big hug. “I love you, Diamonté. Thank you.”

Pulling away Maryse jokingly said. “When did you get so wise?”

“Girl, I think it’s all the Steve Harvey tik toks I’ve been watching. That man knows everything!”

The two of  them looked at each other and laughed loudly before walking towards the treadmills. 

After Maryse and Saweetie made it back from the gym, the two girls decided to just chill around the house. Saweetie was currently in the kitchen cooking their favorite Filipino dish sinigang when Maryse decided to hop on Instagram Live to catch up with fans. 

“I’m about to hop on live so don’t say anything crazy!” Maryse yelled from the kitchen table. 

“No promises! You know I can’t control what comes out my mouth!” Her friend yells back

Maryse just shakes her head before sending off a tweet to let her followers know to join the live. 

“Hi guys! Surprise, I’m on live! It’s been a long time huh?” Maryse said, speaking into the phone.

She leaned forward squinting a little to read the comments that were rapidly coming in. “Ooh okay, we got 6 thousand people on right now, thank y’all for joining!”

“What are you doing right now?” Maryse read the comment out loud. “Well, I landed in LA yesterday afternoon and right now I’m waiting for my personal chef to finish my dinner” She said trying to hold in her laughter, and mouthed “watch this” into the camera. Maryse could hear Saweetie drop her utensils down in the kitchen. Not even 10 seconds later, Saweetie pops down next to her and hits her slightly with her hand.

“Bitch, you wish I was your personal chef!” Maryse smiled at her before looking back at the comments. 

Saweetie pointed towards a comment on the screen. “Here’s a good one, Maryse. When are we getting new music?” 

Maryse tapped her pointer finger to her face, like she was thinking. Her new single was dropping soon but they didn’t need to know that quite yet. 

“I don’t have an answer to that, but I’ve been in the studio almost everyday trying to make sure everything is perfect. I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.” 

Maryse laughed seeing Doja comment that she and Saweetie were having too much without her. 

“Doja! We’re having a horrible time without you! We miss you so much!” Maryse replied back and blew kisses to the camera. “You know, you my bestie in a tessie!” Saweetie said to Doja. 

Maryse and Saweetie laughed and talked to the fans for a while before she saw the name Urban Wyatt request to join the live. Before she could react, Saweetie blurted out, “Who the fuck is Urban Wyatt?!”

All Maryse could do was stare at her friend in bewilderment then shake her head. She accepted his request and a couple seconds later he showed up. 

“I’m sorry about her, she’s from our straight outta the hood program, and lacks some home training.” Maryse said jokingly. 

“But how are you doing?” 

Maryse wanted to ask him where his best friend was, but contained herself.

Urban laughed at her joke before responding. “I’m alright, you know just in the studio with my boy.”

Behind Urban you could hear a voice questioning who he was speaking to. The sound of Jack’s voice was making Maryse’s stomach tingle, it seemed to get worse when he finally appeared in front of the camera. 

Maryse couldn’t help but give him a shy smile, but it turned into a full blown smile when Jack smiled back. 

“Hello, ladies.” Jack greeted them, taking a seat next to Urban 

“Cracker Jack!” Saweetie said with a wave before going back to eating her food. 

“Hi, Jackman, I heard you guys are in the studio.” Maryse already knew this, the two of them were texting all morning, and planned on hanging out the next day since they were both in town.

Jack nodded, taking over the phone from Urban. “Been here all day.”

Jack got closer to the camera “what’s the move for tonight? Y’all look good.” Jack said with a flirty smile. He wasn’t lying, they both looked good. But he was only looking at Maryse. 

“Boy bye!” Saweetie said with a wave of her hand while Maryse couldn’t stop the smile on her smile. 

Deciding to ignore him, Maryse answered his first question. 

“We’re probably just going to bar—“ Maryse was cut off 

“Fuck a bar! We going to the club! We OUTSIDE!”

Giving a funny look into the camera, “my apologies, I guess we’re hitting up the club” Maryse shrugged. She really didn’t feel like going out but also felt like she needed a night out after spending so many nights in the studio. 

Since Jack was in the studio, Maryse could hear what sounded like horns in the background. She couldn’t help but bring it up.

“Let the people hear what you’re working on! From what I can hear it sounds good.” Maryse told him. 

“Yeah! Let us hear, Cracker Jack!”

“Will you ever stop calling me that?”

“No.”

Jack shocked his head at her before talking the phone over to the soundboards. 

“Alright, I’ll play the first 20 seconds. Mainly because that’s all I have and I can’t give away too much.” Jack said before giving a wink into the camera. 

If Maryse was lying down, that wink would’ve had her giggling and kicking her feet.

The ladies watched as Jack pressed play and the sounds of horns sounded from behind him. It sounded amazing. After a few seconds you could hear Jack come in

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm tss

My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret

I don't wish for my success, I speak it….

Maryse and Saweetie started bobbing their heads and dancing in their seats. The comments were going crazy at the snippet. Maryse cheered a little as the snippet ended. 

“Jack, you gotta finish that ASAP! I’m loving the horns” Maryse told him, Saweetie nodded her head in agreement.

Maryse thought it was sweet watching Jack put his head down shyly to hide him blushing. 

“Thanks, ma” He told her.

It was Maryse’s turn to blush.

Jack and Urban had to get off soon after to finish working in the studio but not before dropping the news that the two of you worked on a song together and quickly leaving the live leaving the fans to freak out

“He’s lying. What I tell you guys about believing white men!”

LIFEOFMONET

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Maryse and Saweetie walked down the sidewalk with their arms hooked together. They weren’t in the least bit drunk, but laughter has been going on all night. The two spent a total of 30 minutes at the club before deciding to just go to a bar with good music instead.

“What are we having?” Saweetie asks Maryse as they walk to the bar. Sitting down waiting for the waiter to approach them.

“Hm, let’s be lemon drop bops tonight” Maryse told her with a grin.

“Yes hunny! I love the sound of that”

3 lemon drops later Maryse was starting to feel buzzed. She’s always been a lightweight.

Leaning over to talk in her friends ear she said “I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be right back!”

Saweetie nodded before asking if Maryse needed her to come with. Shaking her head no Maryse replied “Stay here! We don’t wanna lose our table!”

Maryse made her way to the restroom in one piece. Thankfully, there was hardly a long wait.

After washing her hands and convincing herself that she wasn’t that drunk, Maryse left the bathroom. As she was turning the corner she ran into what felt like a brick wall.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry—“ Maryse stopped herself once she saw who it was.

It was Nate.

Rolling her eyes, she moved to walk around him but he stopped her.

“I have nothing to say to you, move out of my way.” Maryse gritted her teeth at him.

“Oh c’mon babe, don’t treat me like that.” Nate said, stepping closer to her. Maryse’s back hit the hallway wall.

“I saw your little instagram post.” Nate mentioned

Maryse couldn’t help but roll her eyes again at him. “Really? That’s why you have me cornered right now.” Nate was really starting to piss her off. The alcohol making it worse.

“Let’s get back together.” Nate begged her.

The audacity of this man. “HELL NO! I don’t know if it’s because you’re constantly hitting your head while playing football or what but I’m never getting back together with you. Now, I suggest you leave before Diamonté sees you and kicks your ass.” Maryse told him before pushing past him and walking away

“That’s fine! I don’t want your hoe ass anyway! No one does.” Nate spat out, nose flaring.

Maryse almost turned back around to give him another piece of her mind, but what he said next made her stop in her tracks.

“I’m glad you said no when I proposed to you. You know what they say, you can’t turn a ho into a housewife. You're always going to be the fun girl, the homie. It’s cool to hang out with you until it’s time to settle down. Never going to be wifey material with that nasty attitude.”

Maryse counted to 10 in her head to calm herself down. How dare he. She continued to walk away, not even wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing he hurt her. Making her way back to the table by the bar she ignored Saweetie when she asked why it took her so long and ordered a round of vodka shots. Maryse had a point to prove now. She’ll show him a fun girl.

Few hours later, the crowd in the bar was starting to thin. This particular bar was open 24 hours but it was almost 3 am so people were starting to leave. Maryse and Saweetie were giggling like teenagers. They’ve lost count how many drinks they each had tonight.

“You're really lucky I wasn’t around when he cornered you, that’s all I’m saying!” Saweetie told her

“What were you gonna do? Kick his ass?” Maryse questioned.

“Yes I would’ve went WWE on his ass!” Maryse could not stop laughing at that. All she could visualize was Saweetie suplexing a football player double her size.

“I think we should call it a night.” Maryse said after they stopped laughing with a slur of her words. She was dreading the hangover she was bound to have in the morning.

Saweetie nods in agreement, “yup, I’m done. But you gotta call Uber. My phone died.” She slips off the stool and staggers towards Maryse. “Oh, I love this song! Let’s dance, while we wait! Saweetie screeches as she pulls Maryse towards the dance floor to dance to Sticky by Drake

“There’s hardly anyone dancing anymore!” Maryse complained.

“Who cares?” She argues before pulling Maryse towards her.

“Oh fuck!” Saweetie ends up tripping over her feet, falling and managing to drag Maryse down with her with a yelp. “Sorry!” She laughs.

Maryse would be embarrassed right now if she wasn’t drunk off her ass. She couldn’t imagine what the two of them looked like laying on the bar floor a giggling mess. As much fun she’s having, Maryse is starting to remember why she doesn’t go out with Saweetie.

“URBAN, JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Saweetie yells out

Hearing Jack’s name almost sobered Maryse up completely.

Looking up, Urban looked like he was trying to contain his laughter while Jack had a worried expression on his face as they loomed over top of them.

“You texted me to come pick you up from here.” Jack said, helping you to your feet. Urban doing the same with Saweetie.

“Oh.” Jack stumbles back in surprise as Maryse throws her arm around him in a drunken hug. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“Damn, they’re plastered.” Urban said, trying his hardest to hold Saweetie up right.

Jack just nods before telling him to make sure Saweetie got home safely. He was going to take Maryse back to his place.

“You think you can walk to my truck?” Jack asked Maryse.

“Of course I’m not that drunk.” She was.

Jack guides her out of the bar. Maryse was ashamed to admit it but if Jack’s arm wasn’t wrapped around her waist to hold her up, she would be eating concrete right now.

As they walk out the exit door, Jack decides to carry Maryse to his car, since he parked around the back to avoid the possibility of paparazzi.

“You aren’t going to throw up on me, are you?” Jack jokes

“No” Maryse scuffs

“Hm, are you sure?” Jack laughs, the vibrations from his chest pass through her.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Maryse said as she relaxed into his arms.

Jack places her down for just a few seconds so he could unlock and open the car door.

“Ok, just warn me before you throw up, these are my favorite pair of New Balance. I’m putting you in the car now.”

Maryse insisted again that she wasn’t going to throw up. Jack still didn’t believe her. He lowered her into the car and leaned over her to buckle the seat belt. His LV cologne invaded her nostrils. As Jack pulls back all Maryse could do was give him a big cheesy smile. She reaches her hand forward to try to reach out to him.

“Woah, there’s two of you!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Maryse, you’re adorable, you know that?”

“Yeah, that’s what people say.” She said tiredly before closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the seat.

Jack drives them back to his apartment, not wanting to leave her alone in this state. The ride back was quiet before he heard Maryse speak in almost a whisper.

“Jack?”

“Yes, Maryse?”

“I’m really starting to like you.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath from Jack. He hated that she probably wouldn’t remember this.

“Don’t hurt me, ok?”

“I could never, Maryse. I could never.”

Jack was left alone in his thoughts for the rest of the ride home.

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AN: Another long chapter full IG lives, lemon drops, ex boyfriends and drunken confessions! Hope you all enjoyed this, let me know what you think!

Also I’m super proud of that gif, it almost looks real! Haha

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[isaacswhy]

friend

isaacwhy x gn!reader (sfw) summary: you and isaac just got into a relationship, you're moved into the big house, but things are new. isaac doesn't know how to talk.

The summer heat was too much for you. It wasn't uncommon that you stayed indoors while the boys ran around outside, just barely avoiding injury. You worried for them sometimes, but everything washed away when Isaac was around. He'd come in early or stay the whole day inside with you, cuddling up with you on the couch.

It had only been a few months since the two of you became official. A month ago, you had moved into the big group house with all of the boys. Nothing had prepared you for this new life, but you didn't mind it as long as you were spending it with Isaac. He was sort of a protector against the rest of the guys. Every time someone made a joke that stepped over the line, Isaac was the one to put his foot down and was willing to kill the mood if it meant you were okay.

The rest of the group had just clamored in from spraying each other with water guns for a video and where sopping wet, which mildly infuriated the two of you.

"Are you serious?" You asked, "Please stop getting everything wet."

Blake laughed. "We forgot to bring the towels outside! Sorry!"

"You gotta be kidding me." Isaac stood up from beside you, "You guys are cleaning up this mess once you're dry."

"Sorry, daddy Isaac," Nick joked.

Isaac just shook his head and took his spot back next to you. The two of you chilled out together as the commotion now in the bathroom continued. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you close, your head rested against his chest. You heard the loud noises of laughter getting louder as the guys poured into the living room once again.

"God, you two are gross," Larry scoffed.

"You just wish you were in my place," You retorted.

Larry shook his head, but a wide grin was across his face. "You got me there. I would die to get Isaac's big, strong arms around me."

"You're fucking weird." Isaac bit back.

"Seriously, though, you two gotta stop clinging onto each other like you'll never see each other again. It's embarrassing to live around." Tanner joined in.

"What? No, we're friends, dude!" Isaac shouted.

"Friends?" You looked over to him.

"Well- you know, we're.." He trailed off, his gaze averting from you.

"Spit it out already, will you?" You said.

"Together, right? We're together?"

You wriggled out of Isaac's grasp and stood up, looking down at him. "I hope you can figure it out."

It shouldn't have been something that set you off, but it did. You stormed back to your room, which you hated in the moment that you shared it with Isaac. You shut the door and locked it, laying on the bed and scrolling through your phone. You wanted to be exclusive and have dumb labels with Isaac, not just be some weird "friends" with him.

It didn't take very long before a knock came and Isaac's voice followed.

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know what to say and.. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I just don't know what to call this thing between us, you know?"

You sighed, finally standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, unlocking and opening it. You looked up at Isaac with an uninterested look on your face.

"This 'thing' between us is more than a thing to me, Isaac. You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"

"I am! I am your boyfriend! I'm fine with you calling me that, I'm just.. god, I'm screwy with my words."

"If you need help, I want you to be able to ask for it."

"Okay. Um.." Isaac fidgeted with his hands, "What would you like to call this?"

"A relationship. We're dating. I'm your partner. We're together, yes, but I don't want it to be some shaky word that sounds like a 'maybe'. I want it to be us. Okay?"

"Okay. I like that. Dating. Relationship. All that."

"God, you're such a weirdo. Come here."

You embraced Isaac, and everything felt lovely again. Larry was right, his big, strong arms were a dream to be held in.

[metallicaislife]

Birthday Wishes

A/N: Happy birthday Kirk!!!!🎊❤️

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ fluff and smut minors dni

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: Oral(M receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, p in v sex

Kirk and I had spent the whole day together. It was his birthday after all. I went over to the Metallimansion early to make him breakfast in bed. We went to the comic shop, and music store. Goofing off and having a good time. I kept him out of his house all day, so that the guys could decorate for the surprise party I had planned for him. 

We were having dinner, I excused myself saying I had to use the restroom. Really, I found the nearest payphone. 

“Hello?” James’ voice came over the receiver. 

“We are finishing up dinner, we will be back in 20 minutes.” I told him in a hushed voice. 

“Perfect, everything is ready.” He replied. 

“Thank you! See you soon.” I said and hung up the phone. 

Kirk smiled at me as I took the seat across from him. 

We were on the sidewalk leading up to the house when Kirk stopped. 

“Is something wrong?” I asked looking back at him. 

“The house is too dark. And I see cars for people who don’t live here. There is a surprise party on the other side of the door, isn't there?” Kirk asked, a small pout on his lips. Shit. 

“Yeah…” I replied. 

“I appreciate the effort, but I really don’t want to have a party. I was hoping we could just chill out.” He whispered looking down. 

“Then let’s leave.” I offered, he looked back up at me. 

“But you went out of your way to plan a party.” He said. 

“So? They can party amongst themselves, while you and I go to my place.” I told him. 

“Really? You aren’t upset?” He asked, I smiled to reassure him. 

��Not in the slightest. It’s your birthday, babe, I want to do what you want to do. If it isn’t a party that I painstakingly planned and coordinated with the guys to execute, then so be it.” I teased with a wink. “Seriously though, it is totally fine, I hate hosting anyways.” I said as I laced my fingers with his. Kirk kissed me softly and we began walking to my place. 

“We can go back.” Kirk said when we were about halfway to my apartment. 

“Kirk, what is your birthday wish?” I asked him. 

“I just want to be with you.” He replied. My heart melted. 

“Then that is what we’re going to do, okay?” I gave his hand a squeeze, “We’ll snuggle up on the couch and watch horror movies, or whatever you want to do.” I said. Kirk nodded. 

When we got to my apartment we went to my bedroom to find comfy clothes. I took mine and went to change in the bathroom. 

“Babe, why are you changing in the bathroom?” Kirk asked. My cheeks heated. 

“There is, uh, one more surprise.” I mumbled and slammed my bathroom door. I changed quickly and exited the bathroom. Kirk was sitting on the edge of my bed in a pair of sweatpants he had left and a Misfits t-shirt. I was in a pair of shorts and another shirt he had left ages ago. 

He looked up at me and smiled. 

“Thank you for planning a party, and thank you for ditching the party with me.” He said. 

“Anything for you, even if it isn’t your birthday.” I said and stood in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned up to kiss me. I kissed him back cupping his cheeks. I pulled away resting my forehead on his. 

“What do you want to do?” I asked him. 

“I just want to cuddle… For now.” He said with a cheeky grin. He scooted back on the bed, laid down and opened his arms. I smiled and crawled over to him and into his arms. He rubbed my back softly. 

“Do you think they’re still hiding?” Kirk asked, I laughed. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” 

“Should we call them?” He asked. 

“Nah, they’ll figure it out.” I replied, he laughed. 

We stayed in one another’s embrace, chatting for a while. I rested my chin on his chest, I stared at his face trying to commit every feature to memory. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked softly. 

“How handsome you are, and how much I love you.” I responded smiling at him, he grinned back. I leaned up and kissed him. It started slow but turned passionate. I moved so that I was straddling him. He started playing with the hem of my shirt. I sat up and let him take it off revealing the top part of the lingerie I’d bought for his birthday. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the intricate material. I got off of him so I could take my shorts off showing the full set. He was propped on his elbows watching me. I climbed back on the bed and started to remove his sweats. He moved accordingly to help me get them off. He took his shirt off and flung it into my room. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it a couple times before leaning down to give the tip a kitten lick. I licked from base to tip and took his cock in my mouth. I hollowed out my cheeks as I went down as far as I could before finding a sensual pace to bob my head up and down. 

“Oh god. Feels s’good.” He groaned, throwing his head back. I sped up using my hand to squeeze his balls. He thrust his hips up and began softly fucking my mouth. I could tell he was getting close. “Wait, wait. Stop.” He said. I stopped and our eyes met. “Wanna come inside you.” He said. I released his cock from my mouth and wiped my chin. I straddled him and sunk on his cock. “Yeah, jus’ like that.” His eyes were glazed with pleasure. I started moving. He gripped my hips helping me move. I moaned as he used one hand to rub my clit. I knew I’d get off too, but I was more focused on his pleasure. I sped up my pace. He groaned as he came, filling me up. I continued until I found my own release. I leaned down resting my head in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around me. 

“Happy birthday, Kirk.” I whispered and kissed his neck. He hummed in appreciation. 

We made love a couple more times before falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

The following day we got an earful from the guys, worried something bad had happened to us. We promised the next time we ditched a surprise party we would give them a heads up.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[lilith-vodkaaunt-of-demons]

Danby Phamtom

ALRIGHT GHOSTS AND GHOULS

I finally finished Danny Phantom, and I think, as a wee lass I completely missed season three, because I genuinely did not know/remember that Danny got ice powers? Like, kind of out of nowhere. And if I'm being super honest...

They did a shit job telegraphing that. Like seriously? S3E2, Danny stumbles upon The Map to Infinity, and at the VERY END of the episode, FrostBoi says "He has more in common with us than he realizes." And I'm thinking "Oh yea, he's like, Prophesized Ghost Jesus or something, of course he has more in common with the ghosts." And then nothing for 4 whole episodes! Not a hint or inkling of anything, then

BAM!

Start of S3E6, Danny's got the shakes. Okay, that's interesting, maybe Danny has a Ghost Cold, or Ecto-Fluenza or something. It's not uncommon for these types of shows to do "Sickness has adverse effects on super powers" episodes, but no, it's ice for some reason. Still not really sure why Ice. Like, ice doesn't seem like a particularly ghostly power to me, outside of "Ghost cause a Chill" mythos. Lots of ice puns.

ANYWAY, season 3 seemed pretty okay to me. There's a little ick in some of the episodes. S3E1 was weird. It seems out of character for Plasmius to stoop to Danny's level, being a 40yo, and while Danny did the same to him, I'm still not really comfortable with the choice to have the Middle Age Bad Guy basically show the entire school Danny naked.

I can kind of see why a lot of people dislike Season 3, it often feels like it regresses characters to previous, less developed states for the sake of a plot when they could have just used a different interpersonal conflict that would have worked just as well...

However, I DO like some of the development shown in this season, like Johnny 13 and Danny having a kind of Frenemies relationship where they kick the snot out of each other but all in good fun. I actually wish we could see more of this, where Danny actually manages to befriend ghosts that were previously enemies. Like, can you imagine an episode where Danny senses a ghost, goes and finds out it's someone like, The Lunch Lady, and he's like "Doris, c'mon, we talked about this, you can't keep coming in here and bothering the Living lunch ladies just because you don't like what's on the menu. Let's go get some coffee and then we can go back to the Ghost Zone." That would be amazing and hilarious, plus, could you imagine the Lunch Lady haranguing Danny because "You're only skin and bones, Boy, you need to eat more. You'll never get big and strong if you don't eat enough!" The jokes write themselves!

Alright, to address the elephant in the room; Phantom Planet.

I want to say one thing. Yes, it's not very good, but I do kind of see where Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are coming from, I just think the writing about WHY they feel the way they do is bad. See, if you look at the Subtext of what the writers are TRYING to communicate, it's about the core of why people like Super Heroes. Yes, being special is cool, but it's about more than that. At the core of Super Herodom is a desire to be able to help people when they're in need in a world where more and more you're too busy keeping your own head above water to be able to help others.

This desire to help, mixed with the inability to do so creates frustration, and that frustration is exponentially increased when you see someone who CAN help either not help, or give up the ability to help.

There are entire shows I've stopped watching because the Main Protagonist is CONSTANTLY complaining about their super cool powers, and I absolutely hate that. I would do a lot of things to get super powers, and to see someone get them, and either complain about them, or even do what they can to get rid of them rubs me the wrong way because that is my dream. To be able to help people like that. I think THAT'S what they were going for with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. They just did it poorly, like everything else in Phantom Planet.

[moongeonight]

Sweet Revenge

Summary: Eren is being arrogant because he beat Jean in a test fighting, his friends want revenge

A/N: This turned out to be longer than I expected 😶, this is a tickle fanfic!

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The 104th training corps had just finished some physical fighting tests among themselves to practice their skills in the field, This time it was Eren's turn to fight Jean and by sheer luck he managed to knock him down, which meant that now Eren was rubbing it in his face.

"Haha, suck it Jean! You just got your ass beat by me!" They were heading back to the cabin and clearly Eren wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"I know you’re jealous of my strength, I could do this all day!!" Now he was seriously irritating everyone...

"you know, I think he’s getting a little arrogant about it.." Sasha whispers to Connie while they were looking at everything.

"agree..."

Jean's now sitting up and glaring at Eren "you little bastard-"

Eren was just sitting there with his chest out while smiling proudly.

"Jean, don’t tell me you can’t handle that I beat you? I’m just the better one at fighting!"

"shut up! You’re just lucky! And I’ll have you know, I’ve beaten you in many fights!"

"yeah, right. Like that time-"

"DON’T BRING THAT UP DAMMIT!"

Eren smirked a little and laughed a bit Knowing that he was touching his nerves.

"What, did that wound your poor pride? I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was that bad!"

they were clearly about to rip each other's heads off until Mikasa intervened.

"Eren, stop it, you're irritating everyone here" she said with a firm tone which appeased Eren a little.

Eren was still a little annoyed because of Jean, he was looking at him and started grunting like an angry ape, he then finally calmed down once he saw Mikasa with her commanding tone.

"Okay fine, I’ll chill out, But he just doesn’t know when to take it, does he!?" He said as he leave the room.

"I still could beat him any day tho" eren said muttering out loud before finally leaving.

Mikasa sighed after seeing Eren leave, she knew he and Jean had a big rivalry that probably wouldn’t resolve itself anytime soon.

"AGH! He's so...!" Jean was too frustrated for words to come out of his mouth.

Sasha notices this walks over to him to try to calm him down. "If it makes you feel any better, I also find him this time extremely annoying..."

Connie nod his head. "yeah, he’s a jerk."

Jean starts trying to calm his breathing and clears his throat.

"Yeah. I’m sure one day it will all come down to the two of us in a fight, and I’ll have to beat some sense into him!"

"Actually... As much as I hate to agree with you, this time Eren was too arrogant, I say we have to get revenge" connie said as he put his hands together and start to laugh evilly.

Connie’s words cause a large smirk to spread across Jean’s face as he laughs a little. "Heh, maybe you’re right!"

Sasha looked at the two confused. "uh guys...?"

"oh come on Sasha I know you also want to teach that idiot a lesson" Connie said trying to convince her.

"I... fine! If we don’t then he’s going to be an ass, all day and I won’t be able to resist the temptation"

Connie starts to smile more "that’s what I’m talking about!"

"Okay, that’s true enough, he needs to be taught a lesson, but what do we do to get back at him..?"

"we have to kick his ass!" Jean said clearly without thinking about it too much.

"Definitely not, the instructor shadis would kill us... Instead... I have another idea" as he said this his smile widened into a mischievous one.

next day

it was already morning, and eren was heading to the dining room to eat along with the rest of the 104th or at least that's what he wanted when...

"Surprise!" Connie and Sasha quickly appeared behind him, holding him by both arms so he couldn't escape.

Eren was taken by surprise, he looked at Connie and Sasha behind him.

"W-w-what the hell are you two doing!?" he was trying to escape from their grasp, and was starting to get a little annoyed.

"well, as you know, yesterday you were being a jerk and really rubbing it in everyone’s face that you beat jean in training" Connie said.

"Well..."

Sasha cut him off mid sentence. "So, we decided that you need to learn a lesson for being such a asshole."

Then Jean finally appeared who seemed to be ready for whatever they were planning, it didn't help that the entire squad was watching them with curiosity...

Eren was now starting to get worried about his situation, He was now sweating slightly, he felt like he was going to get his ass kicked.

"So… you’re going to beat me up right..?" Eren said as he tried pulling out of the grasp of Sasha and Connie.

"oh no no of course not... It will be something... Much more humiliating for you"

Jean said with a shit-eating smile when without warning he buried his hands in Eren's ribs, tickling him, going straight for everything.

"Ah...! hahaha!! Stop-hahaha!! Whahahat the hehehell?!"

Eren tried desperately to get away from Jean and the others, he was completely failing his attempts to fight back, He was in a desperate state of trying to get away and the others were thoroughly enjoying the scene.

Reiner and Berthold looked at them in disbelief and confusion, the girls was laughing at them, Mikasa wanted to intervene but Armin was stopping her peacefully.

"What's wrong you idiot, you don't have anything brave to say anymore huh?!"

"SHUT UP! you- damn- hahahaha!" Eren was in a state of humiliation and anger at the same time, he hit and kicked everything he could.

"w-wow! he is really stubborn" Connie said while trying to keep him under control along with Sasha.

"Juhuhust wait for me to free mysehehelf from this I'm going to- NO! STOP THAT!"

Jean had gone from attacking his ribs to attacking his armpits mercilessly. "Come on! We want to hear that stupid laugh of yours!"

"For someone who curses so much you are turning very red! Sasha pointed out when she saw his cheeks and ears we're turning red.

"I... I'm not-hahahaha- turning-hahahah- red!

Eren was so embarrassed that everyone was seeing his humiliation, but he was still too proud to ask anyone in particular for help in this situation.

"So what's up here huh?! "Are you ticklish here?!" Jean said as he brought his fingers closer to the lower part of his ribs to tickle him there.

"AHAHA! NOHOHO! DAHAHAMN YOHOHOU! STOP IT! HAHAHA!

"Ah! We want to help!" Sasha said and while she and Connie continued holding Eren with their free hands they joined forces to pinch his sides.

Eren lost it.

"NOHOHO STOP STOP STOHOHOP! HAHAHA! F-FINE! I'M SORRY!" Eren was laughing so hard that he had a hard time breathing.

"Leave him alone, he can't breathe"

a voice behind them was heard, it was Mikasa who could no longer be convinced by Armin to not intervene.

...

Sasha and Connie immediately let go of Eren causing him to fall to the ground as they ran away from the scene leaving Jean alone with an angry Mikasa and a gasping Eren.

Oops

[s0urw00lf]

Hiiii. okay well I had an idea and I thought maby requested it? anyways, can you write a one-shot of mccall!reader that like no one take her seriously and no one really care of her but like one time a new villan come to them and just fight with them and ask them where is reader and wanna kill us and they are like but she is just a human and really stupid andddd then we come and save them and reveal our powers, like scarlet witch powers? and we have a really big fight with the villan anf OK just this. Maybe even a little stiles × reader at the end? 3/> luv your account btw

OMG i absolutley love this! and thank you <3 means a a lot! also i'm gonna make this a stiles x reader because i LOVE stiles. he's the reason i started watching teen wolf in the first place sooo i hope you enjoy this.

Buried deep in

Being the twin sister of scott mccall is not at all what people think. Ever since he got his werewolf powers or whatever its been all about "saving the world" and he never has time just to chill out with family anymore. Don't get me wrong i love the pack meetings but i hate that everybody excludes me. well, except stiles. He always makes sure to make sure i get my point across even when were sitting on limited time.

"No scott, what i mean is-" i said being cut of by a rushed scott. “No y/n you know I love you but we don’t have the time” he said. We’re all standing around scott and i’s table during a pack meeting. I sit back and glare at scott once again from the opposite side of him. I sigh unfolding my hands standing up abruptly making everyone stare at me. “Y/n nows not the ti-“ scott says aggravated with his sister. “No! No I’m so done!” yelled back at him “you never listen to me anymore. I’m not weak! I’m always trying to help but you never listen” I yelled. “You obviously Don’t need me so why bother?” I said backing out of the room. Walking to the front door grabbing my keys and helmet out of the house and onto my bike. Kinda like Scott’s just f/c and not green. I put the key in the ignition and started the bike. I lifted the petal and was about to drive off but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned and saw stiles. “What do you want stiles” I sighed putting the petal back down. “Well I- I saw that you were gonna drive off without your helmet on. Safety first ya know” he said holding up my helmet with a goofy grin on his face. He saw my hurt expression and his face fell. “Look y/n, nobody thinks your weak. Especially not me” he said with the most sincere expression on his face. “You do. All of you do, ever since Peter happened you guys have been on edge with me, you barley even let me talk anymore” I said aggravated. “Y/n I know there’s more to you. Something in me is telling me that your more that we know.” He said avoiding eye contact with me. I looked at him surprised “I uhh- I gotta go” I said putting my helmet on and driving off, leaving the boy standing there sad.

Yn drove to the opening of beacon preserve where all this mess started. She turned off her bike and put the petal down. She got off of her bike leaving the keys in the ignition but taking off her helmet and setting it on the handle of the bike. She stepped over the the chains to the entrance and walked in.

Ever since Peter bit scott and i everything’s been different. Even me. I didn’t turn into a werewolf or a banshee or a kanima. I turned into a witch. Yes the spell casting, mind controlling, telekinetic kind. No wands no spell books just me. I have this overwhelming anger in my heart. Or it could be hurt. But that built onto the power flowing through my veins. As I walked further into the woods I came across an open field. I sat in the middle thinking about my life over the past couple of months. How shit they’ve been. The memories bought tears to my eyes. I continued thinking about the awful things that had happened recently. I lost my best friend Erica to the alphas. I never really had time to dwell on it. My best friend since I was in diapers. Much like Scott and stiles. She was gone. I felt myself break down tears ran freely down my face, my hands shook. My body’s emotions were finally spilling over the edge and I couldn’t stop it. The sadness turned to anger that grew and grew until I couldn’t control it. My body lifted off of the ground as a orange aura surrounded my hands. The anger grew and grew until I blew up. I screamed. Loud. Finally letting free all of the power and emotions I had built up overtime. E wave of energy bursted from my body as I screamed. My body dropped back to the ground after the energy subsided. I felt amazing. Like I had all the control in the world. I smiled looking up to the sky with tears still streaming down my face. I finally had the control I needed to prove myself. Maybe stiles was right. Maybe I am so much more than the rest.

AN: this is short I know but… I’m making this a 2 part because I have a lot for the second part I just need to plan it out so it’s not so rushed. Also I didn’t see your first request idk what it was but I’ll make sure to check my inbox

[halfhissandwich]

CW: Religious imagery

What if Janus hadn’t made it to stop the train before it hit Thomas in Putting Others First? (I just wanted to make an AU and also practice character design, don’t take this that seriously)

Patton Sanders — Previously Morality, Now Sacrifice

- Now dresses and acts like a priest, as many of his ideals originate from c!Thomas’ religious background. He also uses religious imagery regularly.

- his frog face never entirely goes away, it’s now like Janus’ snake face in that it’s kinda just there forever.

- Will quickly get aggressive and/or threatening with Thomas or the other sides if they don’t do as he orders.

- He isn’t afraid to admit that he believes he’s more important than the other sides, especially Janus (because you know, the snake and devil parallel)

- Most of his original personality is gone.

Logan Sanders — Previously Logic, Now Obsession

- GLITCHY BOY.

- Broke one side of his glasses as his right eye is now permanently orange and he wanted to hide it.

- The only side who’s still somewhat civil with Patton.

- (though he’s still mad about Patton silencing him)

- His personality is pretty similar to canon, just less willing to actually help

Roman Sanders — Previously Light Creativity, Now Pride

- He’s still Thomas’ main source of creativity and ambition but he’s going about it in all the wrong ways now.

- HATES PATTON. A LOT.

- He feels like Patton believes it was his fault for everything that happened regarding choosing to go to the wedding.

- Spends a lot of time with Janus now, partially to piss Patton off, partially because Janus will reassure him that he was right

- Since he’s spending so much time with Janus, he’s also being friendly with Remus, much to Patton’a dismay.

- I don’t know what’s around his eyes, I was gonna make them bruises but they’re a bit too red for that, so idk, it’s eyeshadow. He’s red Virgil. /j

- speaking of Virgil, the two of them were friendly and bonded in their newfound distaste for Patton but then Roman started chilling with Janus and Virgil was like “oh hell no, I’ll still take the frog over the snake, thanks”

Virgil Sanders — Paranoia

- the side who’s actually like “hey guys maybe this is kinda not the way to go about things”

- he got shot down instantly

- closest to canon because he was gone during POF anyway

- Thomas is scared of Patton, thus Virgil is scared of Patton, thus Virgil hates Patton

- protective big brother Virge will try his best to protect Thomas

Again, don’t take this too seriously. Frankly, I just wanted to draw and didn’t think too deep about a story.

[sprdmywings]

sprdmywings ; [ can i kiss you? ]

🍓 ; minho x m reader - track one

🍓 ; (friends 2 lovers/non idol au) fluff , oblivious dumbasses , one mention of d.ath (e) , kissing

🍓 ; back

You and Minho have always been together. There hasn't been a moment when you two weren't by each others side. You were the other half of Minho and he was yours. It was like you were destined to be together forever.

Everything was perfect, except one thing.

You both liked each other.

While it was obvious to others, you both had no idea you shared mutual feelings. It was painful to watch you guys flirting then crying to your best friends later about how he would "never love you."

Said best friends couldn't wait for you two to stop being stupid and confess already.

You were walking back from college to go see Minho when you felt two pairs of arms wrap around your own. Shocked, you jumped and admittedly turned around to see who intruded your walk.

"You're so easy to scare, y/n" None other than Hwang Hyunjin and Han Jisung themselves.

Hyunjin poked your side, making you jump and slap his arm. "I told you I'm ticklish there," you frowned at him.

"I know. that's why I do it," he laughed. "You're so mean." you pouted, pushing him off and grabbing onto Jisung's arm.

"Sungie," you whined, "Hyunjin is bullying me."

"Hyung, stop bullying y/n," he glanced at you before looking to Hyunjin again, "that's my thing." He smiled and poked your side, causing the other to resume his previous assault.

You laughed involuntarily and tried your best to push them off. "I hate you guys."

Eventually, they had enough and stopped their ticklish attacks with a smile on their face. "We love you too~"

"Seriously..." you puffed out a laugh and went on your way, the two idiot best friends following behind.

"Where are you going?" Jisung wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "to see Minho?" Hyunjin eyed over curiously.

"Yeah. We're going to have a movie night tonight. " Ever the man, Jisung raised an eyebrow questionably. "Netflix and chill?" You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. "It's not like that. We're just friends. Plus! I think he likes someone else."

"What makes you think that?" Hyunjin titled his head to the side, "I mean, he's, like, obviously head over heals for you. You literally don't have anything to worry about. I don't think I've seen anyone as devoted as him." Jisung nodded his head. "Minho Hyung always tells me about how cute you are. Not to mention he won't stop talking about you. I can't get through one meal with him without it being 'y/n this, y/n that.' It's annoying, honestly."

You sucked in a breath, heat rushing up to your cheeks, turning them a bright red. "Oh my god, stop." You put your hands over your face and whined. "And he calls me cute all the time. It doesn't mean anything."

"But you're still blushing, right?" No denying that.

"Whatever, let's just go. I was supposed to pick up snacks on my way there."

###

Shortly after grabbing snacks and a successful attempt to send a troublesome Jisung home, you were finally sat comfortably on Minho's couch while he pops the popcorn in the kitchen.

"Hey, don't forget the extra—"

"Butter?" Minho looked back and smiled. "I already added it in." You smiled, "What would I ever do without you?"

"Probably die." Minho walked over with a bowl filled with popcorn. "I would too if I didn't have someone so handsome and amazing with me all the time."

"Shut up," you laughed, "You're so full of it." You reached over for the bowl, taking it from the his hands. "You love it though," he smirked and sat down. "That I do."

You were halfway through the movie when you started sneaking glances at Minho. The movie was boring anyway, and Minho was looking a little too fine.

You admired his beautiful face, taking in his features. His soft plump lips, enchanting eyes that watched the movie with interest. No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always gorgeous. It was hard to believe someone as talented, nice, and beautiful as him existed.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

Minho turned his head and stared at you, the corner of his lips turned up. "Am I that handsome? That you just can't enough of me?" Your jaw dropped slightly, face immediately turning red. "W-well, uh, you see..."

"It's okay, y/n. I know I look good." He wore a smug smile, patting your back.

You looked down to the floor in embarrassment, thinking of what to say. No comeback could come to mind. You had to say something or else it would just get more awkward.

"Yeah. Uh, you're really pretty, Minho."

Speechless, he turned to look at you, his own face red. He took a moment to process your words before finally responding. "I know."

"Oh shut up!" You laughed and pushed his shoulder. "I'm pouring my heart out to you. Can't you afford to be a little less self-centered?"

Minho smiled and held his shoulder, relishing in your angelic laugh. He let out a blissful sigh, "ah, fuck it. Hey, you know what?" You tilted your head to the side, humming for him to continue.

"I really like you."

"What?"

"Listen, I know you don't feel the same way, but I had to say it," he paused, "gosh, this is embarrassing... I just, I just like— no love. I love you, y/n. And not in the best friends type of way. I want to take you out on dates, hold your hand, maybe even kiss if you'd let me. We've been friends for so long, and I literally cannot see my life without you. I love you so much it's so, ah. I'm not too good at this..."

You took his hand, making him stop his ranting. "Minho. I like you too. I love you, I have for a while now." You could feel your face burning. Not only did you get to confess to your crush, but he confessed first! It feels so unreal; your deepest fantasies finally coming true.

"Can I kiss you?" He ran his thumb over your knuckles, the movie long forgotten.

"Do you even have to ask?" His breath gently fanned onto your lips. Slowly, Minho leaned in, soft, plush lips meeting your own. You smiled into the kiss, warm feelings erupting throughout your soul. No doubt the same was happening to him.

His hand came up to your neck, cupping the back of it, and bringing you closer. All these years of crushing on someone you thought you could never have, all those tears shed. He finally loved you back.

Only pulling away for air, you wrapped your arms around his chest, engulfing him in a hug. He did the same, squeezing you tight like you were to run if he let go. "I love you so much."

You didn't dare move. If you two ended sound asleep cuddling on the couch, well, thats your business.

bonus .

You woke up to the sound of banging on the door, jumping at the sound.

"Minho Hyung! Open up!"

You looked beside you, seeing said man with a hand on your waist and another cradling your head. With a sigh, you were about to sit up to let Jisung in when the hand on your waist tightened.

"Sleep a little more, he'll go away sooner or later." You let out a giggle and laid back down into the warmth of his arms.

"Okay."

— only god knows how long ive been putting this off 💀 oopsies. lmk if i made any mistakes :3

@sprdmywings # do not copy/steal or translate any works

[fushigurro]

Hiii robin! If you're cool with it, I wanted to ask, is there a certain moment with your selfships when you realize you ship with them, or is it a slow process that just kinda happens?

hi romy!!!! ❤️

tbh it kinda depends and i'm not always totally sure LMAO i'm a little all over the place with it. like a lot of the time i have a hard time deciding and i'm trying to create a classification system in my head akfjofijwe tho it probably shouldn't be that deep my brain just loves to cling to systematization and gets frustrated when it can't properly execute it lmfao. but anyways i shall try my best collect my thoughts and describe how i perceive my tendencies!!

i'll put it below the cut bc i always ramble lolol

there are definitely some ships where it was more of a slow progression and i had to eventually be like "yeah okay this is what it is" because it was getting to the point where they weren't going to leave. i could easily envision more in-depth scenarios between them and myself and/or lore that just seemed to naturally spring up and i just kept thinking about them all the time.

i'd say megumi is a good example of the slow-burn. he honestly wasn't the kind of character that heavily struck me when i first watched the anime and started reading the manga; in fact, i recall being like "oh great, another little hateful emo boy" LOL (historically they're not usually the type i'm drawn to). but i got to know his character better over time and realized that like. damn. i have rather intense feelings about this guy adjewoijfwof

toji and jean were a bit more on the "slower" side of development as well i suppose. and not "slow" in the sense it took several months or years or anything (i've only been self-shipping for about a year) but it was something i had to ease into a bit more i guess.

i actually hated toji at first but then the daddy issues kicked into overdrive and i eventually started catching feelings LMFAO and jean was my first self-ship ever. he's the first one where i felt comfortable enough to imagine myself with someone like that <3 i hadn't really truly done anything like that in years, but i loved his character so much that i was starting to actually insert myself in reader stuff rather than completely detaching like i used to. i could see myself with him.

suga, on the other hand, was the kind that hit me like a freight train. maybe it's because i'm more comfortable with self-shipping now, but it was easier for me to realize it and take it to self-ship level pretty quickly. not only was i obsessed with him from pretty much the first fucking moment, but the subsequent relationship daydreams have been insane LOL i mean i gave it a little bit of time because i hate the idea of being overly impulsive and irrational due to infatuation but uh. i fucking love him lmao

katsuki is..... *sigh* idk. he also kind of hit me like a freight train, at least with the daydream scenarios and whatnot, and i was hoping and praying it was just a phase (still kind of am) but i guess i've sort of accepted that it's not. or it's at least a longer-lasting phase than most lol idk. but i can't stop thinking about him and i'd rather just go ahead and call it a self-ship instead of continuing to try and wait it out or deny it. the brainrot is bad

ANYWAYS sorry for being unable to shut the fuck up as per usual lmfao but yeah!!! i tried to give some examples of how this shit works in my mind. right now i guess i'm sort of organizing things by how regularly/consistently i think about a character over time and with what degree of ease i imagine myself with them in several scenarios, but this is by no means the sort of parameters i think everyone should use when it comes to this. people should do whatever the fuck they want i just take shit too seriously sometimes and wish i could be more chill actually instead of trying to create a classification system for everything in my brain 😃 but here we are

[joan-of-darc]

I was writing a joanfk fic way before season 2 came out. I only finished one chapter and I wrote the beginning of the second, so I thought I’d share that full chapter here. I might write more of it one day and make it in a universe where the events of s2 didn’t happen

The title was “your stupid face”, based on the song by Kaden MacKay

John F Kennedy is many things. He’s very strong and possesses an almost brutish physical quality. He’s incredibly athletic, being on the basketball, football, soccer, and cross country teams all at once. He’s obsessed with his looks and regularly keeps a mirror and comb on hand. He’s popular almost to the point of celebrity with guys stopping to fist bump him and girls throwing themselves at his feet. He is the “it” guy of Clone High High School.

But most of all, he’s a massive, colossal, enormous, total asshole.

He always came into class late with no regard for his classmates, laughing loudly as he slowly took his seat. He almost never paid attention to the class materials and often relied on Cleopatra for notes and extra help. He was constantly making sexual innuendos, occasionally at a classmate’s expense, and never took anything seriously.

Joan of Arc hated him. Him and his stupid face.

He was always bothering her. Flirting with her, asking for quiz answers, and generally trying to converse with her.

Everything about him just set her off, bugged her for no reason. One glance at him was enough to agitate Joan and sour her already sullen mood. His skin, although in near perfect condition, disgusted Joan and his boisterous laugh sent a chill down her spine. She despised the Kennedy clone.

Of course, JFK knew this. He wasn’t that dumb, not where it counted. She was the one girl that didn’t fold at his flirtation attempts and was unfazed by the macho jock persona he put on. If he was being honest, that was what pulled him to her, the way she was unafraid and didn’t hesitate to tell him how she felt, even if the feelings were negative.

Jack remained undisturbed when she spat insults in his face, acting as if he was a disgrace to their existence as clones and looking at him as a mosquito under her platformed shoe. Even if she behaved as if she’d rather have a root canal than be nice to him, JFK could tell it went deeper than Joan was letting on, even if she didn’t know it. He knew her, better than she may think.

So he let her hate him.

One day, JFK was walking down the halls of Clone High, girls ogling him and guys greeting him. On any other day, he would have reveled in it, but something else had caught his eye: a flash of magenta hair advancing further and further away.

Joan.

He picked up the pace and jogged over to the school’s resident angsty girl.

“Joan, Joan, hey, Joan!” the presidential clone called out, almost running to catch up to the Catholic martyr.

“What?” Joan snapped, sharply turning her head to glare at the jock. God, he annoyed her. If the world was perfect, you would be gone without a trace, she thought as she scowled at his dumb, blank eyes. But the world would never be that great, so all she could do was hate, loathe, completely despise his stupid face.

“Just wanted to say hi,” he replied sheepishly, flashing an awkward, lopsided smile. Had it been any other girl, he would have his signature charm and swagger, but with Joan, he was like a baby deer stumbling around and trying to find its footing.

“Oh. Well, hi,” she greeted through gritted teeth before rolling her eyes and beginning to walk away.

“Joanie, wait!” JFK exclaimed as he attempted to grab her arm. But the redhead was to swift and turned around at the sound of the nickname.

“Don’t call me that. What do you want, Kennedy?”

“Er…uh.” JFK wasn’t ready for a response. In all honesty, he was expecting her to storm away, maybe sock him, and that would be it, another classic Joan and Jack interaction. But she stayed. And she was looking up at him, albeit with tiny flecks of death in her eyes, and he could feel his heart panging against his chest like a cartoon character. “I was wondering…” he glanced down at the textbook in her hand, “if you could help me study for Mr. Sheepman’s test?”

Joan raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t Cleo usually help you?”

“Yeah, but she, uh, has cheerleading practice all week and barely has time to study for herself.”

Fuck, Joan cursed in her head. She couldn’t, in good conscience, let him fail, even if she abhorred his very being.

So Joan hated herself for her response.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll help you study.”

“Great! Let’s go!” JFK celebrated, tugging on Joan’s arm.

“Wait, right now?” Joan yanked her arm back. “Don’t you have practice?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure, er uh, that they can go one day without me.”

Joan sighed. He must be really desperate, she thought.

“Alright, fine,” Joan spat as she moved towards the school library. JFK initially stepped in the opposite direction, having no idea where the library really was, causing Joan to have to grab his hand in order to lead him the correct way. JFK would be lying if he said the way she grasped his hand in hers didn’t have an effect on him. As a result, he kept nervously glancing down at their joint hands the whole way there.

Joan, on the other hand, was trying not to think about it. She told herself that her face was heating up out of anger, out of her hatred for him. She didn’t have to hold his hand, she knew that, but for reasons she wasn’t ready to explore, she took it.

When the pair arrived at the library, Joan threw JFK’s hand back at him and unloaded her backpack on an empty table. JFK, however, stood there, eyes fixed on his palm. The warmth of Joan’s hand lingered like a phantom, kissing his fingertips gently; it haunted him.

“JFK?” Joan asked, her tone, while not quite as angry as she usually was with him, sounded more irritated, her patience wearing thin. She was waiting on him.

“Yeah?” Shit, shit, shit, he silently cursed to himself. She had given him her time, begrudgingly, and all he could do was stand there and think about the touch of her hand in his and the way she made his heart skip a beat. He had to focus.

JFK nervously sat in the cold, hard seat and opened the history textbook he barely used. The text was a little hard to read, but he figured that was just because he really needed to study.

Joan sighed and turned his book around so that it wasn’t upside down anymore.

“Better?”

“Yeah, er uh, thank you,”

“Can we get started now?” Joan asked, not even trying to hide her contempt anymore. “Now, the test is on chapter seven, that’s World War I. Do you know anything about that war? Anything at all?”

“A little bit.”

“Alright, I’ll go over each section and tell me what you know so I can see where you need help.”

Joan turned to the first section of the chapter and quizzed her classmate.

“What started World War I?”

“The, er uh, assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie,” JFK said, forgetting to filter out his answer in the way he normally did. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

“No, that’s- wait. That’s right.” Joan’s eyes widened. “How did you know that?”

“I, uh, pay attention sometimes. Besides, I’m not unfamiliar with assassinations.”

“Oh, right, because of your clone father,” Joan figured.

“And because it has “ass” in it twice!” He cackled at his own joke and began to wipe away a single tear. When he turned to Joan, her look of sympathy turned to one of stone.

“Of course,” Joan rolled her eyes.

As the study session went on, Joan found a new side to her presidential classmate, one she never knew existed. He was…smart? He could be, when he wanted to. His understanding of the war was strong, strong enough that she questioned whether or not he warranted tutoring. He wasn’t as jerky as he let on, at least, not outwardly like in class.

“Kennedy, can I ask you something?” Joan asked as she packed up her bag.

“Sure, Joanie- I mean, Joan.”

“You have a perfect understanding of the materials. Why did you need me to tutor you?”

“Oh…well, I’m not, uh, sure I want to say.”

“Consider it my payment. I stayed after school for you, so tell me.” Joan implored.

“I wanted to, er uh, spend time with you,” JFK mumbled, embarrassed, but clear enough for Joan to hear.

On any other day, this would’ve peeved Joan beyond human comprehension. She would’ve slapped, punched, kicked, or snarled at the Kennedy clone without hesitation. In fact, he was bracing himself for impact as he waited for her to react. But this was a different day, he was different.

Joan didn’t think she liked that very much.

So Joan quickly froze up and sped past her classmate and the spaced out inhabitants of the library and out the door. JFK tried to follow her, to ask if he did something wrong, but by the time he got to the door, the martyr was nowhere to be found.

Joan had turned around the corner before he opened the doors. Her heart was racing, but she told herself it was because she left in such a hurry, not daring to ask why she left so abruptly. That was another thought for another day.

Joan quickly made her way to the exit of the oddly-shaped school and took in a deep breath when she made it outside. She began to walk home and could only think of one thing on her trek to her and Cleo’s shared house.

I hate his stupid face.

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*Rushes into your room but eats shit because I'm wearing socks*

HEY! I'M PROUD OF YOU! I'M GLAD YOU'RE STEPPING AWAY FROM SDJ INSTEAD OF TRYING TO WRITE FOR IT WITHOUT THE SPARK BEING THERE ANYMORE. I LOVE YOU!!!!

Seriously tho, it sucks when your brain throws out your hyper fixation while you're still playing with it. Hope you find just not if not MORE enjoyment from your Little Guys and To Do Valley :3

Speaking of, could I trouble you for some more Mav info? I love my chill death angel so much, I need to make his brain stop working (By giving him the best head massage or pegging him, who's to say)

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! I figure if I try to force myself then I'll start to actively hate/resent it instead of feeling neutral, so this is for the best. Besides, To Do Valley and my OCs both have my brain in a vice grip rn :3

Oooooh okay Mav info hmmm...

Both of those will 100% make his brain stop working. Most people don't wanna touch an angel of death, so they're pretty touch starved and will melt at any and all contact

The list of things he will and won't eat are surprising to a lot of people until they sit down and think about whether or not something had to die to make it. Seeds/fruits/etc. for example are fine because the plant doesn't die to make them :3

He craves connection, but it's really hard with species that die/die quickly. That means he tends to latch onto immortals and get very attached to them very quickly.

If you put a gun to Ash's head and force it to hang out with an angel, it'll choose Mav. He's the least annoying angel to Ash because he at least respects Ash's work (and also is more likely to be considered a demon by humans than most of the other angels)

They actually love plants dearly and tend to get very attached to trees and other plants that are long-lived

He's been around since the beginning of the universe, so he's got lots of stories about everything!! He's not really gonna mention it unless someone brings it up, but if you ask he'll regale you :3

Generally he's not super chatty unless prompted, just because he's used to people not wanting to be around him. He gets it, he really does, he doesn't mind that people don't wanna talk to him! But... it's nice when they do

His touch is capable of poisoning water with various types of neurotoxin. He doesn't tend to use this since he doesn't like directly causing death, but he can put a little bit of neurotoxin in his saliva to make for some very fun kisses~

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Hello! Am so happy you cameback. Am hope everything is go smoothly and you being happy.

May i ask for a request xiao,kazuha with conan like reader? Like reader was a talented detective and somehow they manage to get themself in dangerous near death situation sooo too much often but manage to still alive?

I think its was be interresting how 2 anemoboy have someone like this .

Thankyou! [^_^]

Conan like reader (ft Xiao and kazuha)

[Headcanon form]

Xiao

my god, are you trying to kill him?

no, but seriously this man's worries about you 24/7 cause you keep getting into dangerous situations so much.

he's experiencing the stress of the century cause of you

but for real he knows you can handle yourself but he can't help but worry awww what a cutie

your a detective whos intelligent and cunning but seemingly doesn't have any awareness of danger??

he really is going to have a heart attack one of these days if he has to get you out of the sticky situation again

always complains about you being incompetent in saving your self knowing full well you don't really need his help but does it anyways

nags you so so much you feel like your ears might fall off

however, he somehow manages to wiggle into your more dangerous missions hmmm

all in all a worry wart but doesn't let you know you know

Kazuha

He’s used to it by now

He’s friends with heizou so he is now just numb to the fact that you do dangerous missions all the time

doesn’t stop him from joining you though

carries extra bandages for both you and him for when you guys get hurt

now even tho he is numb to it, doesn’t mean he is going to nag you less your literally the love of his life please take care of your self better

knows you have a plan but still concerned when you do things recklessly

has saved you more than once when you were thinking in a middle of a fight

talked to you about being more aware in a dangerous situations you don’t listen

He can’t decide if he loves or hates your job, loves the risk but hates when you get hurt sweet baby<3

Chill about it but at the same time not chill about it

A/N: Hey everyone! sorry for not posting in a while. been busy with school and all that jazz, however just know that I am not dead lol. if any of you are wondering the 100 followers event is still on and my inbox is still open, I just might not post for a while. I am so grateful for all of you guys support and for waiting so long<3 haven’t wrote in a while so hopefully you all enjoyed this!