All this salt about Pudding. This fanbase acts like Oda hasn’t done the whole redemption things with men just as he equally does with women, like Mr. Pink and Bellamy, for instance.
This stuff about Oda handling women poorly is ridiculous, he treats them just as he does men. This site needs to learn that a woman coming into contact with a man does not make her any less independent of a character or a person.
Nami isn’t any less of a woman, character, or person because gathers a tremendous amount of strength, courage, and inspiration from Luffy.
Pudding isn’t any less of a woman for crying because Sanji complimented her greatest insecurity.
Not to mention those people that only have an issue with Pudding because she interferes with their ship. This site can be a fucking joke sometimes.
Disrespect also can take the form of idealizing you and putting you on a pedestal as a perfect woman or goddess, perhaps treating you like a piece of fine china. The man who worships you in this way is not seeing you; he is seeing his fantasy, and when you fail to live up to that image he may turn nasty. So there may not be much difference between the man who talks down to you and the one who elevates you; both are displaying a failure to respect you as a real human being and bode ill.
Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men
He loves fine art. He is a three-piece- suit man. He loves classical music. He hates everything that is banal. And he loves the beauty of everything that’s refined. He’s trying to make friends with people, so I can’t play that one card of being evil. It has to be hidden. -Mads Mikkelsen
Okay, but the whole Deku meeting Shouto when they’re small is really making me wish there was a multi chaptered fic where little baby quirkless Izuku becomes little baby Shouto’s best friend and he supports him and is there for him whenever Endeavour over does the training (all the time basically), and little Shouto learns not to keep everything bottled in.
At the same time, Shouto uses his intense training to help Izuku fight his bullies (aka Kacchan) so Izuku doesn’t have to suffer during his young life. Shouto helps Izuku train physically as much as he can and Izuku becomes really confident that he can become a hero even though he doesn’t have a quirk.
Bakugou ends up getting a reality check since Shouto makes for great competition and suddenly his quirk isn’t the absolute best. His rivalry ends up being switched to Shouto and he trains hard because he wants to be number one.
Shouto and Izuku fanboy over All Might and there’s some issues there since Endeavour constantly talks bad about him, but Izuku always makes it right because All Might is the best and wow imagine if they met him one day! Bakugou overhears them sometimes and joins in except instead of simple praise he always makes a point of saying that one day he’ll surpass him and be number one himself. Izuku still thinks that’s really admirable and supports Bakugou (much easier to do now since he doesn’t bully him constantly anymore).
Bakugou likes the praise and he likes the challenge that Shouto represents so he slowly ends up hanging out with them more and more. Shouto doesn’t actually like him too much at first, but then Bakugou finds out how Endeavour treats him and he goes on a verbal rampage with many words he shouldn’t know at his age calling Endeavour by many many names. Shouto is okay with Bakugou after that.
When Bakugou watches Izuku trying to learn to fight, he gets mad because he’s doing it wrong and decides right there and then he’ll train with him because fuck you Deku, you can’t be weak if you’re hanging out with him.
Shouto still doesn’t visit his mom because he still feels really guilty about how Endeavor treated her because of him. Both Izuku and Bakugou try console him in their own ways “Your mom loves you! I’m sure she would want to see you!” “FUCK YOUR DAD! Not your fault, his! Now stop being a wuss and go see your mom!!”
He doesn’t, but he’s grateful for his friends.
Izuku still meets All Might, still asks him about becoming a hero, still gets shot down. Bakugou still kicks that bottle with the monster in there and get’s captured. Izuku doesn’t hesitate, he runs, but this time he knows why, Kacchan is his friend, he may not have a quirk, but he needed to save his friend!
Shouto’s life becomes harder and harder the older he gets. He has less time to spend with his friends, he is becoming isolated, but he knows if he gets into UA he can get away for a bit, and he’ll have Bakugou there. He desperately want Izuku to apply for general studies just so they went to the same school, but Izuku is set on the hero program and it makes Shouto worry because for all the training, he knows it’s not enough and he won’t get into UA. He doesn’t want to be separated from him.
But then the exam happens, and Izuku???? Passes??? And both Shouto and Bakugou need an explanation asap. Izuku tells them the truth. All Might understands, but speaks to all three about keeping it a secret.
Summary - The one where you panicked and called your ex.
You and Jack had been broken up for only two months. You still weren’t sure what went wrong. Your strong, two year relationship ended so abruptly. One day you were coming over for a lazy day in, and the next thing you knew, you were sobbing in your car on the way home.
“Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please?” you sobbed out, not knowing what else to do.
“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Jack said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m just, God I don’t know I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I just need to be alone again.”
“Why?” you almost shouted.
“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I just have too much going on with YouTube and I’m not ready for this!”
“What, and you couldn’t have figured that out two years ago?” you said. “You’re telling me I’ve just wasted two years of my life on a boy who just now realized he’s not ready to be seriously committed?”
“You know what?” Jack huffed. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m telling you.”
And now, two months later, you still felt empty. You had seriously imagined spending the rest of your life with Jack. You both talked about it from time to time and it felt like it was a solid plan in both of your minds. What had happened that made him change his mind?
You spent the weekend back home in Bristol, hoping that some time with your family would help relax. Of course, it didn’t, and you were still feeling a heavy weight in your chest on the drive home. You couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes away from London when your car made a horrible noise. The check engine light on your car starting flashing and, before you knew it, your car came to an abrupt halt on the side of the road. It was dark out now and you had close to no idea where you were. You got out of your car to open your hood and check your engine, but you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were no car expert. “Hey sweetie!” some greasy looking man across the road yelled to you. “I can give you a lift! It won’t cost you a thing except a night at my house!”
“No, let me!” another man yelled. “She’s just the fine piece of ass I’ve been looking for.”
You quickly got in your car and locked the doors, feeling your whole body start to shake and tears to prick in your eyes. Before you knew it, full on sobs were escaping your body. You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where you were and no way to get back to London. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and you were instantly regretting not staying another night in Bristol rather than driving home in the dark.
Suddenly, almost instinctively, you had rung Jack. You were still crying and your head was feeling fuzzy. You didn’t realize how inappropriate it probably was for you to call him until he actually picked up the phone. “(Y/N)?” Jack answered. He sounded tired and confused. You wondered if you just woke him up or if he was just not in the mood to talk to you.
“I know I shouldn’t call you,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What’s going on?” he said, sounding a bit more alert than before.
“My car broke down,” you answered, trying to control your breathing. “There are these guys across the street and they keep looking at me and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or-” You cut yourself off by crying again.
“Hey, I need you to relax okay?” Jack said gently. “Tell me where you are.”
“I don’t know!” you cried out. “I, I don’t know, Jack.”
“(Y/N), pull up your maps and tell me where you are.”
You had been in such a panic you didn’t even think to do the obvious and check your phone to see where you were stranded. When you did, you rattled off the location to Jack. “Are you in your car?” Jack asked, rustling heard on his end of the line.
“Yeah,” you said, your voice small.
“Alright, stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he said. “Don’t get out of your car, you understand me? Keep the doors locked and don’t get out of the car.”
“Okay,” you said.
“Promise me,” he said sternly. “Promise me you won’t get out of the car.”
Less than a half hour later, a pair of headlights appeared behind your car. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that it was Jack. You got out of your car almost bashfully and walked up to Jack. He immediately pulled you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did they come up to you? Did they touch you?”
“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Look, Jack, I’m really sorry I called you.” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes again. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have called you. I just, it was like my instinct. I’m sorry-”
“Babe, look at me,” Jack said, holding your face in his hands. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. You noticed the bags under them and the way they weren’t as bright as they usually were.
“You look different,” you said suddenly. “Are you okay?” Jack gave you a sad smile.
“I’m alright,” he said. “Just haven’t been sleeping too good.”
“And now I call you at the dead of night,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
The ride back to your flat was eerily silent. Jack never turned on the radio and as badly as you wanted to, you knew that sometimes, Jack just enjoyed silence. So, you sat there sulking in your thoughts, focusing on not crying again. When Jack pulled up to your flat, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of the car. “Jack-”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said. You looked up at him immediately, confusion written across your face. “I’m sorry I left you. It was pathetic. I shouldn’t have done it. And, I miss you. I-” He stopped himself, letting out a big sigh. “I miss you so fucking much, (Y/N).”
You were shaking your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What are you doing?” you said quietly. “You don’t have any right to do this to me.”
“I need to tell you how I feel,” he said. “It’s been eating me up. Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping? It’s because I miss you. It’s because I need to hold you and I can’t.”
“Then why did you leave?” you yelled.
“Because I couldn’t do it!”
Jack reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. He didn’t even open the box, just twiddled it in his hands. “I bought it but I was too scared to actually do it,” he said, his voice small, sounding defeated. “I tried day after day, week after week, to find the perfect moment to ask you, but I chickened out every fucking time. So I ran away, because I thought if I didn’t have the balls to propose to you, what else could I do?” Tears were still falling from your eyes and you were getting a headache from all the information being thrown at you. “I know I can’t propose and pretend like everything is fine now,” he said quietly. “But I’m begging you to take me back so we can get to that point again. And I won’t chicken out then. If you give me another chance, I promise you that I will ask you to be my wife. Please, (Y/N).”
You stared at Jack, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t forgive him or take him back. He hurt you so badly. But deep down, you knew Jack. You knew that he was just a little scared and that he needed to leave to realize he had to tough it up and face his emotions. You loved him too much to stay away and cause either of you to keep suffering. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. “You are the love of my life,” you said quietly. “But you can’t keep running when you feel too much.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”
Not being able to help yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Jack’s. He eagerly kissed you back, keeping the kiss gentle and loving. Maybe, you thought, there was a reason your car broke down that night. Maybe there was a reason your instinct was to call him. Maybe, just maybe, this was why.
“Y/N, what’d you get for number four?” Namjoon looked up from his study guide and textbook to stare at his unresponsive study buddy. Namjoon noticed the pink tint in her cheeks and how her eyes peered past him and towards the display case behind her. Namjoon turned and saw what she was staring at and chuckled. He clapped his hands in front of her face and Y/N finally turned to stare at him.
“Huh? What number are we on again?” she asked, flipping through her book when she noticed just how far ahead Namjoon was of her.
“Are you drooling over the cinnamon buns or the fine piece of man serving them?” he teased, a small smirk etched onto his face as he watched his friend’s cheeks flush.
“S-Shut up! It’s both okay, I didn’t have breakfast this morning…but shush! He could over hear you Joonie.”
“Y/N, he’s on the opposite side of the room.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at her and winked, receiving a playful smack to the shoulder not even a second later.
“Yah, stop that or I’ll tell Jin-oppa that you were staring at other guys,” she threatened. Namjoon stuck his tongue out at her.
“We’ve been together for three years and friends for longer, I’m sure Jinnie wouldn’t believe you anyways.”
“No, but you’d still get a lecture anyways.” Y/N smirked, puffing her chest out when she saw the defeat in his eyes.
“Number four is C by the way. Page 24 in the study guide.” Namjoon pouted as he turned Y/N’s packet to the correct page.
“Why don’t you go talk to him? Its obvious you’re attracted to him.” He encouraged.
“A-Am not! But… he is really pretty.” Y/N sighed dreamily.
“I thought you had feelings for Jimin though?” Namjoon asked as he twirled his pen in between his fingers, staring at his friend with a curious glint in his eyes. Y/N huffed softly as she filled in the answers on her paper.
“Number 5 is blue precipitate.”
“Y/N, don’t avoid the question! But thank you.” Namjoon said, throwing a small paper ball at her head. She sighed and bit her lip slightly.
“Jimin is with Wheein. I’m no homewrecker, and even though I still have some feelings for him I’ve decided to try and move on. I don’t want to live in a state of false hope forever, and it’s not like I’m getting any younger. I want to move on before I become some lonely cat lady who drinks a bottle of wine every weekend.” She admitted. Namjoon nodded and hummed in understanding, chuckling at her last comment.
“You’re okay with that? I know it’s-“ Namjoon was cut off when a female server came to their table in the café of the library.
“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but someone had bought this for you miss, and they asked me to deliver it to you.” She said, handing Y/N a cup of hot coffee before scurrying away. Y/N looked at the cup then to Namjoon, who shrugged. She pushed the cup towards Namjoon.
“You try it first.” She insisted.
“What? Why do I have to try your random mystery coffee?”
“Because it could be poisoned!” Y/N exclaimed.
“So what makes me think I’m going to drink it now?!” Namjoon raised his arms in exasperation, though a smile played on his lips as he noticed the movement behind his friend.
“Because we’ve been friends forever and you love me?” Y/N batted her eyes and Namjoon barked out a laugh.
“Aegyo isn’t going to work on me, honey.” Namjoon chuckled.
“But it does on me.” A voice said. Y/N turned around and saw the guy she had been staring at since her and Namjoon arrived at the library two hours ago. He looked even better up close, with his soft brown hair and his lips curled into a smirk. His white shirt was crisp and showed off his prominent collarbone, and the jeans he wore seemed to mold against his legs like a second skin. Y/N gulped and could feel her cheeks flush again.
“I promise you that drink isn’t poisoned, I made it myself.” The man winked.
“Hey, Y/N, I have to go to the restroom really quick, I’ll be right back!” Namjoon excused himself, winking at her as he left. Y/N mentally cursed him out, glaring at Namjoon for leaving her with a very attractive man.
“Would your boyfriend mind if I kept his seat warm?” the man asked and Y/N chuckled.
“He’s not my boyfriend, more of a pain in my ass than anything, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” The man laughed and sat across from her, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin up with his hand.
“Y/N, was it? I know this may seem very straight forward, but you’re just so beautiful. I told myself that I had to stop and talk with a real live angel before she disappears from my eyes.” The man talked smoothly; his voice was like velvet and his dark eyes pierced Y/N’s heart in the best way possible.
“Is that the line you like to use on all the girls?” Y/N teased, gently biting her lower lip out of nerves. She saw the man’s eyes follow the movement and an undefinable warmth settled in her stomach.
“If by girls, you mean you. Then yes.” He corrected, smiling. His smile was so warm and Y/N could feel her heartbeat pick up.
“Well you know my name, what’s yours?”
“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok at your service, my dear.” He said, taking Y/N’s hand off the table and placing a fleeting kiss on her knuckles.
“Alright you two, no kissing on the first date.” Namjoon said, approaching the table with a playful grin on his face. Y/N shot him a glare and Hoseok chuckled.
“Of course, it’s only common curtesy to the lovely lady. I hope we’ll be seeing more of each other later, Y/N.” Hoseok’s smile filled her every being as he stood and went back to work icing up the cinnamon rolls. Namjoon sat and looked at Y/N with a smug smile on his face, arms crossed atop his chest as he raised his eyebrows at the blushing girl.
“You’re welcome. You owe me big time for that one missy.” Namjoon shook his pen towards Y/N’s general direction. She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee. It was strong, yet sweet at the same time with a hint of what tasted like chocolate and caramel; her two favorite flavors. It wasn’t until then did she notice the number scrawled across the lid with a heart underneath the digits.
“Hey, hey,” Namjoon snapped his fingers to get her attention again. “You can text him once we’re finished with this. C’mon now.” Namjoon pushed Y/N back into her books, only now she wore an immovable smile on her lips. As she worked, Jimin popped into her thoughts. Only this time, she embraced the taste of chocolate and caramel and pushed the lingering smell of mint out of her mind.
Pairing: College au! TA! Taehyung (based off of 707 of Mystic Messenger
Genre: Fluff (Soon), Comedy
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: Technological Special Agent, Kim Taehyung, never made mistakes… until he did, and that led him to you, a mistake he couldn’t live down
It started out as just another petty job so that he could buy another computer. As if the multiple screens that surrounded him in his office plus the five laptops lying around weren’t enough for him. However, he was the best, and he required the best equipment.
The job was simple enough, hack into this guy’s phone and see if he’s cheating, but even the best make tiny mistakes.
Usually all he needed to hack into a person’s phone, laptop, and any other accounts was just a phone number, this was thanks to how connected everyone’s accounts were.
Then Taehyung could sift through what he wanted to, report back, get the money, and call it day. The customers he worked with were usually fairly prestigious, so he figured that they would be intelligent enough to write down a stupid number correctly.
And with that foolish assumption concerning the snooty, the best had made a mistake.
It was somewhere between his third caffeinated soda and second bag of chips he realized he hadn’t hacked into Seung Chanwoo’s laptop, it was yours. However, he realized this only after hacking into your laptop camera, it was then the texts he had just read from you and a Soha had finally made sense.
You: Oh btw, I can’t close it anymore
Soha: What? Why not?
You: It’ll snap right in half, and I need it until I can find the money to get a new one… or a sugar daddy that’s around my age, whichever comes first tbh
Soha: Yeah right, have fun writing your little heart out
Maybe a man and his mistress wouldn’t be talking about getting sugar daddies.
AN: Day 2 of the Hamilton write-a-thon hosted by@hamwriters
Summary: The winter ball is in full swing; Angelica tried introducing Eliza to potential suitors when her eyes rest upon you leaving her helpless.
Day 2: Femslash Day!
Warnings: Hamiltime; fluff
A dreamlike candlelight, light filled the room, surrounding the numerous soldiers dancing with the eligible woman of the time.
Eliza did not want to be there that night but her older sister Angelica persuaded her to. She stood to the side of the ballroom with her younger sister Peggy conversing about pointless things when a soldier walked up to them.
“Mademoiselle would you honor me in joining me for a dance?” The Frenchman asked Eliza’s younger sister who was a giggling mess. Peggy took the soldiers hand. He brought it up to his lips placing a small kiss on her knuckles. “Marquis de Lafayette.” He introduced himself.
“Margarita Schuyler but you may call me Peggy.” Lafayette smiled at her, once releasing her hand, holding his arm out to her which she took leaving Eliza alone to her thoughts.
Her eyes traveled over the entirety of the room. No one has tickled her interest yet.
You walked into the ballroom wearing a dark blue ball gown to represent the rebels. A few men nearby eyes you, for your beauty was life a fine piece of art.
“Hello miss.” Looking over a man wearing a soldiers uniform stood there with a smile on his face.“
“Hello good sir.” You said to him with a coy smile gracing your lips. Holding out your hand he brought it to his lips where he kissed your knuckles.
“Aaron Burr.” He introduced himself.
“Y/N L/N.” You tell him your name.
“Would you like to dance Miss L/N?” Aaron asked you as your eyes scanned the room, your eyes falling upon a girl about your age looking right at you, her eyes wide and full of wonder. Your head tilted slightly to the side.
“Mr. Burr who is that over there?” You asked. His eyes followed yours.
“That is Elizabeth Schuyler. Her father is General Philip Schuyler also the gentleman who is hosting this ball.” He informed you. You tore your eyes away and looked at Aaron.
“Thank you for that information Mr. Burr, and as for that dance I must decline.” His face noticeably drop down to a frown.
“Yes uh,” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Perhaps I was a bit too forward I assure you that wasn’t my intention.” He blubbered causing you to chuckle, your gaze falling back to the Schuyler girl who was now in a what looks like a heated conversation with another woman. Suddenly they looked your way. Quickly you looked away hoping they didn’t catch your stare.
“Mr. Burr you were not being forward I am just feeling a bit faint.” You lied. His face looked worrisome.
“Would you like to sit down then. I can fetch you some water.” He offered. So you were not caught in your lie you played along. Slowly you nodded. He led you to a chair at a table before excusing himself.
Now that he was gone you took the opportunity to look to where Elizabeth Schuyler was. To your delight she was alone again but she looked troublesome. You snapped out of your daze of some sort when a woman stepped in your view. Your eyes trailed up to the face of the woman who wore the pink gown. She looked a little bit older than you, she looked wise and strong. Her complexion complimented the smile she wore.
Eliza watched from afar as Angelica her sister spoke to you. Her hands felt clammy due to her nerves. It was as if time had stopped once her eyes met with you brilliant E/C one’s. The way your mouth curved up into a smile entranced her into your beauty. She even had her own little smile on her face but that quickly went away when she saw Burr besides you, handing you a glass of water. From afar she watched Burr and her sister exchange words before Burr walked off.
You stood up from the chair you sat in. Angelica’s hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you along, across the ballroom to her sister.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Was all Angelica said to the two young women before taking her leave.
“Elizabeth Schuyler it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She smiled, a small blush on her face. Eliza felt her heart race when she heard you giggle.
“The pleasure is all mine I assure you. Y/N L/N.” You introduced yourself. Eliza’s eyes lit up at the sound of your name, now she can finally place a name on your beautiful face.
“I know this seems strange or inappropriate but would you care to take a walk with me?” Eliza asked nervously. Her nerves calmed after you smiled.
“I would love to and I don’t find it inappropriate at all Ms. Schuyler.” You told her.
“Eliza please or Betsy.” A fond smile lifted on your lips.
“Well then Betsy shall we?” You gestured forwards as Eliza nodded, moving from her place, the first time that night.
Together the both of you walked through the gardens at Schuyler manor. Eliza has walked through them thousands of times so it was nothing new to her but for you, you were entranced, imagining what the garden would like in the Spring when the flowers were in full bloom.
While you admired the garden Eliza admired you.
Conversation was made as you walked through the night together, slowly you both fell for the other but of course you didn’t dare say it for it was not appropriate for women to hold such affections for each other.
“It is getting late.” You whisper looking out at the field of space on the Schuyler’s territory. Slowly Eliza stood besides you. The both of you stood there looking out at the land.
Your still in the garden Eliza by your side….she takes your hand.
“It’s so quiet here.” Her voice was soft. You looked down at your hands, intertwining your fingers with hers.
No one spoke, you just stood there enjoying that moment together. Before long the two of you went back to the ball as people started to leave.
“Write to me.” Eliza says in a hushed tone outside of your carriage which would take you home. You smiled.
“I will.” With a small wink her way you were helped into your carriage. Eliza watched it go until she could not see it no longer.
That night Eliza fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
Request:Reader is part of the Justice League, Reader and Clark have feelings for one another, everyone knows it but themselves. Something happens to Reader on a mission which causes her to tell Clark stuff in front of everyone. The next morning, Reader is in for a surprise.
running, the whole league was on a mission and it was going south pretty
quickly. Somehow in the first ten minutes everyone had gotten split up, you
were meant to stick together but fate had its own plan for everyone. At least
everyone had their own comm. So if something really bad happened you had a way
to contact one another. This mission was meant to be a quick get in, grab the Intel,
and get out. That was changed the instant you were ambushed, which was the main
reason why you all got split up. Clark was meant to be by your side but he wasn’t
at the moment. It was Y/N’s job to get the Intel, everyone else were to be a distraction
so that you could get in and grab it.
☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol
☆ word count: 3k
summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.
a/n: this is for my black ‘n brown, not-skinny, curly-haired hoes cuz i’m tired of reading fics where the reader is described with white features and my black pussy can’t relate! :)) lmk what y’all think. also listen to loyalty by kendrick lamar ft. rihanna i think the song is fitting for this fic